Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

pay a home visit, I have to do a bit of improvising I'm afraid. But this should work quite nicely. It's the perfect size and there's no chance of losing it up inside you. Safety first, of course." I winked at him as I pressed the lubed tip of the handle against his hole. "Take a deep breath and relax." I instructed.
    He did so, acting so much like an obedient patient it was blowing my mind. I had to make this good for him. I pushed gently on the brush, delighting when he opened for me and I was able to slide it in a little bit. He groaned and clutched the bedspread. "Oh my god, Tyson. I mean, Dr. Rogers."
    "Does that feel good, Mr. Andenakos? We can stop if it's painful."
    "No, don't stop. I mean, it's not painful. It feels good" he panted. "If Claire knew what you were doing with her brush…" he laughed softly.
    I grinned, twisting the handle around gently as he moaned in pleasure. "Can you take a bit more?"
    "Yes. I mean, I think so."
    "This sometimes helps." I said, wrapping my hand around his cock as I pushed the brush handle in further. He groaned loudly as a drop of moisture oozed from the tip of his straining member.
    "Oh! Yes!"
    "Mr. Andenakos, you're very accommodating. With this kind of attitude you're bound to experience a full recovery by the time we're done here."
    He made the most delicious noises as I stroked his cock and moved the brush handle in and out of his ass. When I could tell he was close, I took the brush handle out of him and stood up.
    "I think you're ready for the remainder of the procedure." I said, stripping my jeans, boxer briefs and shirt off in record time.
    "Yes, Doctor. Please hurry. I need to come."
    My own cock stood proud and eager as I covered it with a condom and lubed it up. This was such a huge turn on. I couldn't wait to get inside him.
    I positioned myself between his legs and spread his cheeks. I gazed into his eyes as I pressed the head of my cock against his entrance. "Open for me, Mr. Andenakos. Let me in and I'll fucking cure you of this business," I panted, my voice deep with lust.
    His mouth dropped open as his eyes closed. He seemed to consciously relax. We both groaned as the head went in.
    "Oh...my...Jesus..." I moaned.
    "Oh, fuck!" he swore. "Oh, yeah..."
    All pretense of medical play suddenly flew out the window as my dick sheathed itself within him in an ecstatically short amount of time. "Mikhos, Mikhos, Mikhos..." was all I could say suddenly as the feelings overwhelmed me.
    "Oh my god, Tyson, it feels soooo good..." he gasped.
    Seeing him there below me, feeling my cock deep within him, and knowing that I was probably the only one who'd ever done this to him, caused the excitement to surge within me. I had to get him off before I came myself.
    "Okay, baby, just relax. I'm gonna make you come in no time flat." I murmured.
    "Oh my god, please...please..."
    I started moving gently, aiming for that spot inside him I knew would put him over the edge. "Stroke your cock for me, Mikhos. I want to see you."
    His hand came down and he grasped himself, pulling back and forth in the rhythm he knew by heart. Just as he began I must have found his sweet spot, because he threw his head back and groaned louder than ever.
    "Is that the spot? Is that it?" I murmured, hitting it again and again until, with a garbled cry, he shot streams of white jizz all over himself. It seemed to go on forever and by the time he finished, I started.
    "Oh, Mikhos!!! Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck!!!" I yelled as I shot my own load inside him. "Oh my fucking God. You are such a good patient!!!"
    As I came down from the high of orgasm I heard his laughter at my final words. I collapsed on top of him, groaning with satisfaction.
    We breathed together as we recovered, enjoying the sated glow that comes after mutually rewarding orgasms.
    Finally, I raised myself up on one elbow. "Well, Mr. Andenakos? How do you feel now?"
    He grinned. "Wonderful, Dr. Rogers. Your skills are considerable. I think you've cured me. For the moment anyway."
    I grinned back at him. "Well, I'll just have to remain nearby in case of a relapse."
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    Several months later, Mikhos and I went for a stroll by the river, holding hands in the face of numerous stares from passersby, but luckily, no comments. Things had improved in this small city, and most of the time, two men holding hands were barely more than an unusual sighting.
    A gorgeous, sunny day, we enjoyed the reprieve from work and other commitments to spend time together. I