Examining My Doctor – A Homoerotic Encounter.
The humidity of the examination room was oppressive as I undressed for my appointment with Dr. X. I peered around the curtain and saw him typing on a computer, glasses perched on his nose, unaware of me as I took in his slim silhouette and handsome form. He looked good to me, and I wanted him—for more than just a check up.
My body stirred, my heart began to race, and I knew this might be more than an ordinary medical visit. His touch was electrifying, his gaze hypnotic and my skin burned under the touch of his latex-clad fingers as he explored my body from top to bottom. His words flowed with heat and hushed tones as I felt something extraordinary taking root inside me and blossoming into an exquisite flower of carnal desire.
This, I knew, was no ordinary examination.
Table of Contents
- 1.The Fear of Rejection
- 2.Craving His Touch
- 3.Embarking on a Homoerotic Journey
- 4.Discovering a Submissive Side
- Final Thoughts
1.The Fear of Rejection
The Arrival
- Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I read the address printed on the business card he’d given me.
- The anticipation was unbearable; I’d been waiting for this moment from the moment his piercing blue eyes had captured me.
- The spartan professional office was just as I expected; I sat in the waiting room, alone, deliberating my decision.
The Encounter
- The door opened, and I was beckoned inside the examination room.
- His pristine white coat revealed a taut and toned physique.
- My gaze was pinned to his every move as he took the few steps towards me, guiding me to the examination chair.
- Trepidation stirred within me; I could swear he saw the heat in my gaze.
- The pulsing of my heartbeat resounded in my ears, as he leaned in as if to kiss my forehead.
- Just inches away from me, I could feel his breath on my face, and his pheromones filled my senses.
- He pulled away from me, a smirk on his face, and a deep knowing in his eyes, as if he’d read my thoughts.
2.Craving His Touch
Letting go of His Clothes
There was something in the way he looked at me that made my insides come alive; it was difficult to stand there completely still. His precise movements as he pensively undressed were the confirmation I needed to take a step forward, to become lost in a moment of exploration. He peeled off each layer of clothing with such finesse and thankfully those layers were enough to hide my ever-growing erection. I was dizzy with desire, unable to take my eyes off of him, wanting to be consumed in the shadow of his presence.
The Taste of Skin
My hands were trembling as they grazed over his smooth chest, electricity coursing through me as he lightly kissed my neck. Every muscle in my body was now alive with anticipation, my craving for his touch undeniable. I traced his body with my fingertips as though to better map his contours and ridges, and his hard cock pressing against me told me that he wanted as much as I did. His mouth compelled me on a journey inwards, exploring every inch of his slick sex as my tongue lingered and explored that forbidden pleasure. His touch sent waves of heat shuddering through me, and I knew that without it I would be nothing more than an empty shell.
3.Embarking on a Homoerotic Journey
I opened the door to the exam room, my heart pounding in anticipation of what lay ahead. The room was sparsely decorated- all white walls, a single chair, and a bed in the middle. My doctor sat behind the desk quietly, studying my eyes intently.
He slowly removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a toned and muscled body. I could feel my heart beating heavier with every passing second. He gestured to one of the chairs, and as I took my seat I could feel my body tensing with anticipation. He came over to me, his hands brushing my thighs and I gasped softly in pleasure. His hands moved slowly up my body, tracing my curves and exploring my secrets. As his fingers reached the edge of my waistband, I closed my eyes and waited eagerly for what was to come. He then began to carefully remove my clothing, revealing my body bit by bit. With each inch of exposed skin, I felt more alive and desperate for him to explore.
My doctor stepped back, his gaze traveling up and down my body. He seemed to savor every inch of me, as I stood before him trembling with desire. His hands moved to my waist, playing sensually with the muscles and then traveling further to tease my nipples and caress my chest. His touch was incredibly arousing, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His hands eventually moved lower and played with the curves of my buttocks, before making their way to my innermost depths. My breathing grew heavier as he teased and tantalized, sending me soaring with each passing caress. When my doctor finally stopped, I was left panting with desire and wanting for more.
4.Discovering a Submissive Side
- His Smile of Confidence
I felt a rush when he entered the room, a tall, handsome figure wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. His short black hair and blue eyes seemed to look into me the minute he arrived. My body shivered at the thought of where we were headed and my cheeks flushed as a signal of my inner excitement. Focusing on his gentle demeanor I allowed his inviting smile to penetrate my skin and suddenly the doctor-patient boundary began to blur.
- The Exam
The exam began innocently enough, but with each slide of his hands over my body, the tension in my neck and shoulders seeped out and soon, I became entirely relaxed. His hands moved over me with such ease and grace, exploring the sheer terrain of my skin. I felt my eyes close as the sensation took over me and his touch electrified my body. I wanted to melt in his arms, as if I were placed in his custody and he was the one who’d be taking me for the ride. His touch had become unbearably intimate and the knowledge of it made me open to fully surrender to my secret desires.
Final Thoughts
I awoke the next morning full of elation, my mind exhilarated by the totality of the homoerotic experience I had with my doctor. I felt powerful, enthralled and liberated. Fully alive. I ran my fingers across my skin, still tender and tingling from the night before. I felt alive with the knowledge that I had allowed myself, for the first time in my life, to submit to my pleasures with someone so totally accepting and understanding. I knew that I had taken an important step forward in achieving a greater self awareness and understanding of my own sexuality, and I was in awe of it.
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