The Doctor’s Special Treatment
Jaime was a twenty-two-year-old medical intern in Querétaro, spending his days navigating the sterile corridors of the clinic. He was diligent and professional, but he harbored a secret thrill for the physical proximity his job allowed. He often found himself captivated by the masculine energy of the young men who came through his doors, though he usually kept his desires tucked away behind a white coat.
Then came Daniel. At thirty, Daniel was a laborer with a rugged, earthy handsomeness—sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had come in with a severe knee sprain that required a plaster splint extending from his ankle to the upper thigh. When Jaime explained that he would either have to cut Daniel’s jeans or have him remove them, Daniel didn’t hesitate. He stripped down to a pair of tight black boxers that left very little to the imagination.
As Jaime measured the leg for the splint, his hand intentionally brushed against the bulge in Daniel’s underwear. He expected the usual indifference, but to his shock, he felt Daniel reacting. Beneath the fabric, a thick, heavy hardness was rapidly forming. Jaime’s heart hammered against his ribs; he had never encountered a patient so responsive, and the sight of that growing silhouette drove him to a state of desperate longing.
Seizing a clumsy but effective opportunity, Jaime let a bit of wet plaster drip onto the waistband of the boxers. “I have to clean this off,” Jaime murmured, his voice slightly strained, “otherwise it will dry and irritate your skin.” Using a damp gauze, Jaime began to wipe the area, his touch lingering, his fingers grazing the heat of Daniel’s skin. As he lowered the fabric slightly, he discovered that Daniel was already leaking precum, the clear fluid glistening against his tanned skin.
The tension in the room shifted from clinical to electric. Jaime began to ask personal questions, his voice dropping an octave as he continued to massage the length of Daniel’s erection under the guise of cleaning. “You’re reacting quite a bit, aren’t you?” Jaime whispered. Daniel let out a low, guttural laugh. “A bit? A lot, actually. Your hands are very warm, Doctor.”
The chemistry was undeniable. Under the pretense of a final check, Jaime led Daniel into a private staff restroom. Once the door clicked shut, the pretense vanished. Daniel stood there, fully aroused and pulsing, looking at Jaime with a knowing smile. “I thought you were going to do something to it,” Daniel teased, gesturing to his thick, heavy member.
Unable to resist a moment longer, Jaime sank to his knees. He took the girth of Daniel’s cock into his mouth, savoring the salty, masculine taste. It was his first time with a stranger, and the thrill of the taboo made every sensation more intense. He worked his tongue around the head, sucking greedily as Daniel groaned, his hands gripping Jaime’s shoulders.
The encounter reached a fever pitch as Jaime focused on the base and the sensitive skin of the shaft. When Daniel finally reached his limit, he whispered, “I’m coming!” Jaime opened his mouth wide, welcoming the hot, thick bursts of semen that filled his throat. He swallowed every drop, feeling a primal satisfaction in the act.
After a few moments of heavy breathing, they cleaned themselves up. Daniel stepped back out to his waiting wife, leaning on his new splint with a secret smirk. As he left, he whispered a final thank you. Jaime watched him go, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what the future held.