The Medical Consultation
Julian had frequented the local copy center for months, but it was the man behind the counter who truly captured his attention. He was in his late twenties, with a well-groomed beard and a slender build, always wearing a crisp white lab coat that gave him an air of professional mystery. For a long time, their interaction was limited to stolen glances and a lingering tension that neither dared to break, until one afternoon, the man scribbled his private number on a receipt.
Their conversations grew more frequent, though they remained cautious. One humid Tuesday, Julian stopped by just as the shop was closing. The man, whose name was Elias, asked Julian to stay for a few moments while he locked the heavy security shutters, citing safety concerns in the neighborhood. As the metal gate slammed shut, leaving them in the dim, quiet intimacy of the store, the air between them thickened with unspoken desire.
Julian decided to push the boundary. He shifted his weight, deliberately adjusting himself through his trousers in a way that left nothing to the imagination. When he asked to use the restroom, Elias led him back, leaving the door slightly ajar. Julian stepped inside and let his arousal show, admitting with a smirk that his excitement made it difficult to urinate.
Elias didn’t hesitate. He returned with a stethoscope, the cold metal of the chest piece sending a shiver through Julian as he pressed it against the sensitive head of his member. The contrast of the chilled steel and Elias’s warm, massaging palms on his testicles broke the final dam of restraint. Julian pulled him into a frenzied kiss, stripping Elias of everything but that iconic white coat.
The encounter moved to a sturdy wooden worktable. Using a jar of petroleum jelly from the shop’s supplies, Julian began to explore Elias, his fingers slowly preparing him for more. The anticipation peaked when Julian used a medical spatula, coated in lubricant, to further tease and open him up. Elias gasped, his eyes clouded with a mixture of desperation and pleasure, begging to be filled.
With a condom expertly rolled on by Elias’s lips, Julian lifted the other man’s legs over his shoulders and drove deep inside him in one powerful motion. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit of heat and friction. Julian moved with a rhythmic intensity, pulling back almost entirely before plunging deep again, savoring the sounds of Elias’s muffled cries echoing through the small shop.
They shifted positions, Elias dropping to all fours while Julian continued the relentless pace, alternating between his fingers and his length to push Elias to the brink. As they reached a crashing climax together, Julian gripped him tightly, the release leaving them both breathless and spent.
As the adrenaline faded, Elias leaned back with a playful smile. “Now,” he whispered, “try urinating again. I suspect you’re much more relaxed now.” After helping him lock up, Julian found a small slip of paper in his hand. It looked like a prescription, but the instructions were simple: Visit the copy center twice a month, at noon.