LOGINCODYI let out a yelp and instinctively pushed back from the wall. This time, I fell flat on my arse, the back of my skull banging against the metal divider with a bright little burst of pain.“Ouch,” I winced, rubbing the back of my head to soothe the pain.This is what I get for being curious.Once I’d gathered myself and my eyes refocused behind my glasses, I found him still peering at me through that hole. His gaze was dark and patient and it didn’t blink. He simply watched me sitting there, as though he had all the time in the world.I froze.My heart was hammering so hard I could practically feel it in my throat. The only thought running through my head was: get up, get out, get on your bike and take the fastest route home.This was a disaster. A proper, full-blown disaster. I shouldn’t have looked again. And I certainly shouldn’t have allowed myself to get caught. Now, who knows what he was thinking. What he might do. I was already terrified, inventing every worst case scenario
CODYYou’d think I was crazy the first time I sucked a random cock from a hole in a mall restroom. Well, I wasn’t. As a matter of fact, the only thing I regretted was not discovering that particular hole sooner.Now, I hope you’re somewhere comfortable and have no plans of judging me, because this isn’t exactly the kind of story you’d tell over Sunday dinner. It’s the kind that you keep to yourself. The kind that’ll leave you raising a few brows and questioning my sanity. But I promise you one thing: by the time I’m done, you’ll understand why I did what I did and why I never looked at that mall restroom the same way again.***It was the summer I turned eighteen. I remember riding a bike everywhere because I didn’t have a car, and because I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, and pedaling seemed to burn some of it off. That’s one of the downsides of being an early bloomer: you get horny constantly and most times, you don’t know what to do with all that pent-up energy because you’re n
TIMOTHY Knowing he had my mum under his radar was a great stress reliever, but finding out the room was perfectly soundproof and no one outside here could hear what we were doing was a whole different kind of revelation. I gaped at him, and I genuinely couldn’t tell whether I should be impressed or wary of him. The guard in the parking lot. The sealed room. The way he touched me knowing I would give in to him. The whole thing was laid out like a carefully orchestrated plan. I used to think Doctors were the most boring set of people alive—nerdy glasses, anatomy books the size of a dictionary, and a sex life as sterile as an operating room. But Dr Thorne had just proved me wrong. He was fun. He was interesting. He had so many layers to him, and each one I peeled back made me want to find the next. Without warning, he stripped off his trousers. The whisper of the leather through the loops and the sharp metallic click of his belt buckle hitting the floor rang through the room, and
TIMOTHY I had barely gotten through the aftershock of my own release when that knock came. Three quick taps. A pause. Then three more, harder. Insistent. It was my mum. No doubt about it. After sitting in the car for almost an hour now, she'd decided the clinic had lost me, and had come marching in to find out why. And when she did, she was going to see the mess I’d made. The knock grew frantic, making it obvious she wouldn't leave until the door had been answered. I shifted restlessly on the table, looking for something, anything to wipe with. I tried to use the paper sheet I’d been lying on. To start with, it wasn’t even meant for wiping, and it was already damp where I gripped it. The hospital gown was open at the front; there was no way to pull it closed, which only made things worse. My stomach was stripped, my thighs were slick and there was a small pool gathered on the leather between my legs. Fuck. Just how much load had I released? At this point, I think it was a bit
TIMOTHY But then, a flash of panic hit me, like cold water running down my spine as I suddenly remembered something. “Oh no… I nearly forgot. My mom… she’s outside waiting for me in the car.” She had insisted on dropping me off, for safety reasons best known to her. If I hadn’t stopped her at the door, no doubt she would have marched into this examination room with me. That’s how overprotective she was. And I was grateful she hadn’t followed. Because if she had, I never would have gotten the chance to feel this hot doctor’s mouth on my dick. Dr. Thorne showed no signs of panic after I told him that. Instead, he chuckled, a low dark sound that I felt in the base of my dick. “Your mother’s sitting in the parking lot while her little boy’s getting wrecked under his doctor’s touch,” he said, as though he was tasting the words like wine in his mouth. “Not that she can hear from all the way down there. But then, we’d best make the most of our time. We don’t want to keep her waiting to
TIMOTHY “First, I’ll need to perform a full physical assessment to rule out inflammation,” he explained. His tone was still professional, but the predatory glint in his gaze made me wonder if he saw me as more than a patient sitting before him. He reached out and slid the paper sheet away. Cool air hit me, and my dick came into view—hard, aching, tilting up against my stomach. Dr. Thorne didn’t look away. His brows lifted slightly in amusement as his eyes lingered on the long, heavy swell of me, which only grew another inch with him so close and watching. Then he looked at me. My body went still. Shame crept over me, cold and unwelcoming, but it didn’t stop my dick from rising to its full length under his stare. He looked back down at it without comment. He simply reached out with a gloved finger. I thought he would ignore what he saw, pretend like it wasn’t there and just carry on with the assessment like any doctor would. He didn’t. Instead, he lightly, almost teasingly, fl







