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It started with seeing Dr. Robby at a gay bar, taking shots. Whitaker couldn’t escape from him and the awkward ‘so we’re both here’ conversation. Dr. Robby wasn’t his boss anymore – ‘you can call me Michael now’ – and the music was so loud they had to shout in each other’s ears. That led to ending up in Dr. Robby’s living room.
“Listen, I know I’m not your boss,” Robby said, bringing him a glass of water. “But since I was until recently, we should pause for a minute here. I want to make sure you’re really into this. If you want to turn around now, you can, and it won’t be awkward at work.” Dr. Robby had those nice glasses with air bubbles in the glass and a blue rim.
“I want to,” said Whitaker. While he sipped on the water, Robby undid his jeans. Whitaker finished the water, and Robby took the glass, putting it down on the coaster waiting on the coffee table. Then, he slid his hand in his briefs. Robby was closer now, and Whitaker could feel his bulge against him, and holy fuck, he needed it. He needed all of it, not just the way Robby was stroking his cock. He pushed his pants and boxers down, then took his shirt off. “Want you to fuck me,” he admitted.
Whitaker leaned against the wall and groaned when Robby began to finger him. Robby’s fingers were thick, filling him up. He didn’t know where Robby produced lube from but he didn’t argue when he started fingering him faster and smoother.
“That’s just right. On the couch, on your knees.”
And who was Whitaker to argue with him? He did just as was told, anticipation running through him like a good kind of stage fright as he felt Robby’s cock rubbing on his hole. “Give me something to come on?”
“Smart thinking. Here.” Robby’s blue hoodie was under him now. That hoodie.
“Ohhh my god.”
“Ready?” Robbie asked. "Mhm" he said, relaxing into a pillow and moaning as Robby began sinking into him. His dick was rearranging everything inside of him.
“God, you take it so fucking well.” He’d been told that before. It was nice to hear it from Robby, too. He could feel the precum dripping out onto the sweater. Robby began thrusting, and he let his state of mind slip into euphoria.
“Hard, you can go hard.” He did, faster, harder, Whitaker giving yells out rather than moans. He came hard on his sweater, enjoying even the overstimulation that came with Robby thrusting, moaning, and then filling him up. He needed this again. He wanted to ask when the next time they could fuck was. He missed Robby’s dick as soon as it was withdrawn.
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Whitaker had found out that Abbott and Robby were fucking by the time he got invited to breakfast. Robby had explained the concept, kind of partners, kind of situationship while not being exclusive, and reassured him it was fine if they fucked, and would he like to come to breakfast on Sunday.
He accepted, but he didn’t know what to expect. Was Abbott going to chew him out? Was he going to get to ride Robby’s dick, possibly? He played it cool, bringing champagne. Abbott joked about it, explaining that it was fine, really. Did he enjoy it?
“Kinda rearranged my brain, honestly,” he answered, taking another sip of his champagne.
“Would you want to do it again?” Abbott asked him.
“I’m hoping so,” he said.
“Well you can, if you want to join us.”
His luck couldn’t be this good. He waited for one of them to come out and say they were joking. They didn’t, and he said yes. He showed them his recent mychart STD test results, and they did too. Robby was the first to get up. “Come on, let’s get in bed.”
This time went a little bit slower. He got naked, the two of them watching as he took it all off, then lay on Robby’s bed.
“Go on, scoot up, get comfortable,” said Robby.
“Can uh…can I give both of you head?”
“Think you can handle that?” Abbott teased, but he tossed his shirt off, then his jeans and briefs were off. Whitaker salivated at the sight of his cock, his own swelling. He could feel the weight of Robby kneeling on the other side of him, gently grabbing him by his hair.
“He can handle it,” he said. He wanted them both so fucking much, but he started sucking down Robby first. Abbott rubbed his chest, then down his stomach. “He’s wanted to do this for a while.”
He hadn’t been thinking about it before seeing Robby at the gay bar, actually, but ever since…yeah. He may want to position himself as much as possible in between these two big, strong men. He came off of Robby’s cock and swallowed down Abbott’s, closing his eyes to concentrate. He could hear Robby’s satisfied sigh, because Abbott was stroking him.
“Think I need to fuck you again, Whitaker,” Robby said. “Are you comfortable on your back?” Abbott gently cradled his head and made his cock gently go down his throat in a way that made him think hooking up with doctors had to be the way to go. He moaned when Abbott began to thrust a bit. He gave a thumbs up to Robby, in heaven while he was opening him up and while Abbott thrusted into his throat. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to handle it when Robby began thrusting in, especially because Abbott started to stroke his cock.
“Whitaker, want to swallow my come?”
He gave a thumbs up. He did. He didn’t even want this to end. He wanted to keep sucking until more come came, even if his jaw was sore. He did swallow all of his come, though, moaning as he kept pushing in while he came. Heaven. This was heaven. Robby was still thrusting in and out, hard, and he closed his eyes as Abbott kissed down his chest and stomach. He wasn’t expecting him to swallow his cock like that, swift and quick, being pushed further down his throat with every thrust, and he could not handle it. He started moaning loud. He was overwhelmed by it- good, almost too good. It’s not possible he deserved to be spoiled quite this much, but he was spilling his come in Abbott’s mouth before long whether he deserved it or not. When he looked up, Abbott was kissing Robby, and he was pretty sure they were swapping his come in between them but he couldn’t be sure. He shivered, pushing against Robby’s cock.
Then Robby came, filling him up. On either side of him, the two men lay down, and Robby kissed him, confirming his suspicions of cum-sharing with the taste of his own come on his tongue. Abbott was rubbing his chest while Robby kissed him. He fell asleep, completely safe and secure in both of their arms.
When he woke up, he kissed Robby again. “You don’t have to get up, you know,” Robby said, pulling him a bit closer. He still felt filled up with butterflies. “I mean you can, to pee or something, but you don’t have to go home.”
So they kissed, and he did get up to piss, and then he lay beside him again and they kissed more. He lay on his back, content to let Robby’s tongue as deep in his mouth as he wanted. He didn’t know when Jack woke up, just that he was rubbing his back. He could feel him pulling his left leg to the side and he spread his legs apart for him. “Whitaker, can I finger you?”
“Yes,” he said, breaking apart from kissing. “Please. Are you going to taste my come?” He asked Robby. He lay his head back and moaned while Jack’s two fingers entered him, muscles still relaxed from being fucked.
“I’d like to, yes.”
“You’re both spoiling me,” he said. “Spoiling me too much.”
Abbott found his prostate. One guy had done it before, interrupting a pre-med study session and fingering him until he found it, but Jack was an expert in the art. He was desperate, yelling while Robby began sucking on his neck and Jack kept touching it just right, better than that guy in pre-med and better than anything he’d tried. Before he was even fully hard again his cock was leaking.
“We’re not. This is just the beginning, and you’re going to feel every moment of it.” He began to question whether he was going to come when he wasn’t fully hard yet while Robby began stroking him.
“Come on, come for me,” said Robby, as he was trying to hold it back, but the way he stroked his cock in combination with Jack’s fingers on his prostate meant he could not hold it back. He did, coming so hard it almost hurt.
“Breathe,” he heard Jack say. “Best place to be overstimulated sexually is with a couple of emergency physicians. You’re okay, Whitaker. Breathe. You’re still coming, too.” That had never happened before, but he was right. Ropes of come were still coming out. Mercifully, Robby stopped, and he licked up the cum. Jack was kissing under his ear. “I’ll repay you for that,” he managed. Robby got up, going to the restroom, and Jack was gently stroking his hair.
“It’s not a transaction. I just want you to enjoy it. You’re safe, Whitaker. Breathe.” He did, coming closer. Eventually he should get up and clean himself up, but Jack kissed him soft and he didn’t want to move. Robby got back in bed, wet washcloth in his hand, and gently began to clean him up.