THE TRANSITION OF DOCTOR OLIVER TO THAT OF A MAN NAMED REID (CHAPTER FIVE)
Title: THE TRANSITION OF DOCTOR OLIVER TO REID
Author Lure247 (AKA Laura)
Characters/Pairings: LUKE/REID
Summary: Reid tells us the story of how he fell for his sons best friend.......although it's not your conventional love story.
Warnings: This is going to be a smutty story, with language, so for those of you who aren't keen on NC17 rated stories or swearing, please read no further, not all chapters will be, but as Reid will begin to tell you in a moment, this isn't a tale of romance, it's a tale of two hot guys, getting stuff off their chests!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; if I did then things would be different
SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
My arse hurts for that entire day, each time I sit, stand, walk, doesn’t matter what position I sit, stand or walk in it hurts. I should have broken myself in gently, but with Luke’s cock there is no gently, thick and massive isn’t gentle, it’s rough, sexy as hell and painful, at least when you’ve not been down that path for a while and as we all know now it had been a while.
Not only is the constant pain in my backside reminding me of my evening of sex with the said Mr Snyder, but I keep getting flashbacks, picturing him bent over the kitchen counter, sprawled out on my bed, sitting with his legs wide apart on my leather office chair. The thought of him being there when I get home is tempting me, almost enough for me to rush home early…... as I picture Luke’s cock lying against his stomach, him lying with his back against my bed, it’s an internal battle to put the opportunity of sex with him again above my job,
Anyway, I know he’ll be on his “double” date, I shake my head vigorously as pictures of what his date might look like force themselves into my mind, obviously younger than me, if he’s a friend of David’s, but better looking, doubtful, better body, nah! Better in bed? Give me a break! When I come home, Luke will realise which side his bread is buttered, not that it bothered me of course, had it only have been for that one night, it would have been fine. As I said to Luke the previous evening, this didn’t make us a couple; we were just relieving tension, through sex, the thought of him being out on a date with someone didn’t affect me in the slightest.
With that conclusion, I tapped my pen on my desk thrice then closed my diary and packed it into my briefcase, well, it wouldn’t hurt to be home early, to make sure that David and his friends weren’t wrecking the place, but I absolutely did not do it because of Mr Snyder.
Sure
When I enter my apartment it’s filled with an unfamiliar sound, laughter, a woman’s laughter, as I see the perpetrator I realise it’s not a woman, but a girl, her arms draped across my son, I scour the room for Luke who is sitting at one end of the sofa, whilst a young guy who I presume to be his date is at the other, as Luke catches me walking in, he makes an effort to minimise the gap between him and his bit of stuff, trying to make me jealous.
No I didn’t
Yes you did
I didn’t, I couldn’t stand the guy….I told you so
That doesn’t mean to say that you didn’t try to make me jealous, anyway, it’s a mute point Snyder, I know the facts!
David stands as I enter the room and drop my keys to the side table.
“Hey Dad!” He looks down at his watch “Gosh! You’re home early, we can go out if you want, we’d planned on watching a DVD!”
“That’s fine, I’ll catch up with work in my room” I glance at the girl who’s still surgically attached to him, joyful and smiling, god, what gives her the right to be so bloody happy.
“Oh!” David remarks as he notices me staring at his date “This is Lucy, Lucy this is my Dad, Doctor Reid Oliver!”
“And you are…..?” I ask of Lucy, who the fuck is Lucy and why have I not heard about her before now.
“Err…” she tries to respond but her voice breaks
“Lucy’s my girlfriend Dad; I’ve told you like a million times, do you ever listen to me?”
She sticks out her hand and offers it to me, I shake it limply “Nice to meet you finally Doctor Oliver!”
“Call me Reid” I reply, I don’t want her to call me Reid, but I say that for one reason and one reason only, to get a reaction from……
“Hey!” Bingo, Luke calls out, just as I had expected “How come she can call you Reid and I have to call you Doctor Oliver…..I’m living here?”
“Yes, so you are….rent free I might add…..she’s my son’s girlfriend, you’re my son’s friend, she has rights, you don’t……have fun.” I state, I look at Luke’s date, a complete dweeb, hair in front of his eyes, greasy, he hasn’t spoken one word, I wink at Luke as I leave for my room and nod at his date, Luke responds with a sigh and folds his arms across his chest. Clearly he is not amused at his predicament, an evening stuck with Mrs overly excitable and Mr highly depressive.
Some time passes, I’m not sure exactly how much time, I try to work, but I keep getting distracted by Mrs hysterical’s laugh, which I’m sure is only one frequency less than that which is only audible to canines. For pure intrigue alone, to find out how Luke’s date is going, I leave my work and head to the kitchen, the sofa facing diagonally towards the kitchen I get a good look at the four of them all squashed together neatly upon it.
His thigh was touching mine……..eww…..that whole day had been horrible, he was horrible…..
You need to be more like me Luke, tell people straight, you should have told him how it was.
What? That he smelt funny, had no sense of humour and was extremely boring!
Yeah! What’s wrong with that?
It’s no wonder you have no friends.
I have you!
Luke catches my eye, I reach into the fridge and pull out a bottle of water, I close the fridge and he’s still looking, studying me with great interest. His date, who I still don’t know the name of at this point, looks to see where Luke’s focus is, he follows Luke’s stare and is now also looking at me, I turn and walk backwards, resting my back against the kitchen counter, twisting the cap off my bottle and drinking slowly, staring at the pair the whole time.
Luke’s date turns back to look at Luke, I don’t see the look he gives him, but it’s enough for Luke to turn away, his attention focused back onto the TV, to whatever god awful film they’re watching, but I know that he’s not watching, not giving the screen his full attention, I know that secretly he wants to turn back and look at me, but he continues to stare with such a fixed gaze on the screen that he’s far too obvious.
As I search my eyes over Mr Snyder my cell rings within my pocket which I quickly remove from therein……work…
“Doctor Oliver!” I state loud and proud into the phone, receiving glances from the group so studiously looking at the TV screen, all but one looks away after three seconds or so, I imagine you can guess which one doesn’t look away, so there’s no point in me telling you
“well take him for an MRI…………are you an idiot?.....you sound like and idiot………..” Luke smiles at me, my gaze is still fixed on him, since it has been from the moment I took the water from the fridge, “he’s allergic …….look at his chart………..look….at…his…chart” I state, punctuating each word as I say it “…there, see, you can read” Luke spits out a partial amount of the cola he’d just placed into his mouth, as he laughs, clearly loving the banter that I am having with this pathetic excuse for a nurse, his date half looks at him, not understanding the sudden outburst, I myself smile now as this “guy” lifts up his arm as he yawns and places it behind Luke on the sofa.
Luke makes a sideways look at the arm and shuffles slightly away from it. “Hah!…no….I’m not laughing at you.” I turn away from Luke now, haunching over the kitchen sink “Look…..let me make this simple, I’m the doctor, you do what I tell you to do, follow my notes on his chart……it’s not difficult……don’t make me have to come down there……..this is me in a good mood……..so you’ll……….yes, congratulations, you can follow instructions.” I sigh as I slam my phone shut, it’s no wonder I never want to leave that place, it just doesn’t function without me, I turn swiftly and Luke is staring at my groin, obviously during that entire conversation he’d been staring at my arse.
He leans into his date and whispers something, within one quick motion he’s on his feet and walking over to me, what are you up to Mr Snyder?
“Thought you were working in your room?” he asks as he opens the fridge and reaches in, grabbing out a bottle of water also.
“I was, well, I tried, but laughing Hyena girl here makes that task a little difficult.” I respond, pointing in the direction of the girl called Lucy.
“She is loud, but she’s really nice.” Luke replies, turning to look at David and Lucy, all cuddled up on the couch.
“Hmm, I don’t really do.....nice......so, your date, he looks.....”
“Don’t even joke!” Luke demands “He’s a friend of Lucy’s, completely not my type, this is so uncomfortable.”
“Oh well!” I reply taking another swig of my water then heading off, he grabs at my arm quickly and I turn to look at him “Your hand seems to have got caught on my arm Mr Snyder, kindly remove it!”
“Why did you come out here, really?”
“I needed hydration, I may be a brilliant neurosurgeon but I still have to eat and drink.” God I like teasing Luke, it’s so easy.
“I don’t buy that.” He responds, with a slight smile spreading across his lips.
“OK!” I say walking away, back down the hallway, back to my room, knowing full well that the bait has been bitten and if I walk away the little fishy will follow.
Within seconds I hear Luke’s voice behind me, Mr Snyder, you’re beginning to become so predictable “No, not OK” he states, I turn, he’s in front of me, we’re out of view now, behind the hallway wall, he stands closer, I hear his water bottle drop to the floor and he closes his eyes at the noise, waiting a couple of seconds to see if anyone comes walking around to see what the noise was, but no, no one suspects anything.
He walks into me, walking me backwards, his eyes fixed on mine, neither of us looking away, my back hits the wall and I feel his toes against mine, within no time at all his lips are against mine, his hand in my hair, scrunching my curls and massaging my scalp. His chest heaves into mine and I feel the back of his hand on my face as he brushes it against my cheek.
I reach my palms outwards, to his chest and push him off gently “I suggest you get rid of your date, Mr Snyder!”
“How do you propose I do that?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something………..” I pat him on the shoulder and then I whisper into his ear “I’m going to take a shower!”
I retreat to my room, I turn my head before walking in and Luke’s gone from the hallway, within a minute I’m stripped, towel around my waist, back out into the hallway, still no sign of Luke. I re-enter into the living room, he’s hovering behind the sofa, standing, fidgeting, clearly not yet having thought up an excuse to leave the party.
“Luke! Jesus, will you just sit down.” His date blurts out; his arm that he had draped behind Luke’s back now looks stupid resting there all alone.
“Actually! I don’t feel too…..” Luke stops as he notices me standing in the room, he swallows, I see his Adams apple bob backwards and forwards as he eyes my torso, so too does his date.
“Don’t mind me….” I reply, I collect the water bottle from the floor that Luke had dropped moments before and I place it back into the fridge “I’m just going to get a nice, hot, shower”
I don’t need to look at Luke to see his expression; I know it’s full of want, full of desire and need.
Just as I am about to exit the room David calls out to me “Dad, for fucks sake, are you trying to ruin this movie…….just Shh!”
I go, leaving them to their mindless drivel of what they call entertainment, entering the shower which is now nicely warmed up and steamy. It must be three minutes before I hear the door open, I don’t turn around, I hear it click as the lock is turned, I hear little fishy feet scamper across the tiled floor and the sound of the door being slowly glided on it’s rail.
Hey! I’m not and was never a little fishy
Hook, line and sinker Luke, hook line and sinker….
It’s then quiet, still with my back to the shower door, I don’t hear a sound, apart from the shallow little breathes that Luke’s making behind me, I don’t care what excuse he made to leave his date, I don’t care that it might be suspicious that he’s left the room. As I feel his lips kiss against the skin on my back I tilt my head backwards, reaching my hands out in front of me, palms to the tiles, letting the water run down my back and over Luke’s mouth, in Luke’s mouth, down his throat, he coughs as it chokes him slightly, but he carries on. He takes his tongue to the base of my spine, trailing it upwards, spitting the water out as it lands into his mouth.
He’s good, just what I need, he grasps his hands to my buttocks, gripping tight, with purpose, I arch my back at the sudden feeling and my breath catches in my throat for a second.
His tongue is everywhere now, my shoulder blades, he nibbles delicately, whilst still he grabs at my arse, pulsating it, I turn, closing the shower door, which for some reason Luke had decided to leave open. I glance a casual eye over the puddle that’s accumulated onto the floor, at any other moment I’d be in a rage, I hate untidiness, but right then, at that particular moment in time, I couldn’t give a fuck….well, hang on….actually I could give a fuck, I was going to give a fuck, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the wet floor, it was because I wanted to fuck this guy! It’d been less than twenty four hours, but I can’t deny it, I wanted it, I wanted more of it.
I stand back for a moment, admiring the view in front of me as water hits against Luke’s face and trickles down his skin, over his chest, his stomach, down over his cock, his thighs, feet. I watch the water cascade, he brings one of his hands behind him and massages at this own buttocks, his cock hardening in front of my eyes, he plays with it teasingly in front of me, I just watch, he gathers water in his hand, below his balls, then releases the collected water over his hardened member, rubbing it, stroking it, his eyes flutter closed, then within seconds they’re open again, I just watch, he’s looking at me, not at what he’s doing, but at me, gauging my reaction, he glances his eyes down for a brief moment, then as he looks back up he gives me a knowing smile, what he’s doing is so hot, he knows that, I’m hot for him, I want him.
I’ve watched for long enough, I push into him now, returning the favour from earlier in the hallway, I hold onto his left arm and raise it, holding it up against the shower door, he pushes his lips into mine as his hands frantically reach for my buttocks once again, groping and grabbing. I rub my hands over his chest, so slick, so wet, water still running down, over his nipples, our lips still attached, tongues entwining, exchanging saliva.
I run my left foot up the inside of his right leg, creating friction, our genitalia collide together, hairs brush against one another, skin against skin, hands on skin, water between us, on us, over us, in us. I reach my hand to his face and cup it gently in my palm, he moves his head to the side, biting at my neck as my hand moves upwards to his hair, brushing through it.
I reach back, to the shower stand, taking the condom wrapper that I’d conveniently placed there moments before, knowing full well that the little fishy would follow, he grabs it from me, opening it with haste and throwing the wrapper to the floor, with expert skill he has my cock sheathed in milli-seconds.
He turns, his chest flat against the shower door, his head looks over his shoulder at me, as he reaches his arms behind his back and grabs at my hips. Ok Mr Snyder, believe me, you didn’t need to ask.
For a moment I just pleasure him, I reach around him and stroke his cock, gently, teasingly, playfully, there’s not much space between him and the door, but I manage, I always manage. With my free hand I stroke his chest, then my hand is at his shoulder, he turns his head again and our lips meet, opening and closing together in unison as tongues once more collide and swipe against one another.
“Doctor….” He groans into my mouth.
OK, he faces forwards once again, I use one hand to place my cock to his hole, no lubrication Mr Snyder, I hope you’re ready for this, I enter slowly, he collapses a little onto the door, the thickness is great, he may have me on length, but my thickness wins out, hands down. So I go slow, the water entering into him slightly as I open his hole, only slightly as I fill it, consume it, he moves his palms further apart against the glass of the door, his head back, eyes looking up.
It’s not fast, it’s not rough, not like before, this is slow, more sensual, as I thrust inwards I bite at his shoulder blade, licking and twirling my tongue against his skin, tasting the water as it runs down his back.
His hands are moving all over the place now, I reach mine out to his, holding them flat, still, against the glass, kissing at his neck, my chest close to his back, breathing out heavy into him, god I want this, I need this.
He turns his head to the side and I kiss his cheek, I was aiming for his lips, but can’t reach and he’s moving too readily in front of me, my pace has increased, momentum running away with me, lost in the act.
He’s moaning in quick succession now, occasionally he calls out “oh! Fuck….doctor” having not yet given him permission to call me Reid, he’s such a good boy, so obedient, and I must admit, him calling me “Doctor” is such a turn on, it sends shivers down my back and to my groin.
His moans are now almost turning into one continuous “Mmm”, he’s close, I can feel the tension rippling through his body, I grab onto his hair, pulling his head backwards and to the side I enclose his mouth around mine. With my other hand I re-take hold of his cock once more, stroking it fast now, he releases from the kiss, but I follow his mouth, reclaiming it, holding him to me, as he shoots out, he moans out, into my mouth, I lean into him harder, pushing him even more into the glass, letting go of his cock, I thrust in hard now, my turn and as I groan out in pleasure I bite down onto his shoulder and when I release I’m slightly shocked that I’ve left a bite mark.
Sorry Luke
You weren’t sorry at the time.
No……..I wasn’t.
Author Lure247 (AKA Laura)
Characters/Pairings: LUKE/REID
Summary: Reid tells us the story of how he fell for his sons best friend.......although it's not your conventional love story.
Warnings: This is going to be a smutty story, with language, so for those of you who aren't keen on NC17 rated stories or swearing, please read no further, not all chapters will be, but as Reid will begin to tell you in a moment, this isn't a tale of romance, it's a tale of two hot guys, getting stuff off their chests!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; if I did then things would be different
SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
My arse hurts for that entire day, each time I sit, stand, walk, doesn’t matter what position I sit, stand or walk in it hurts. I should have broken myself in gently, but with Luke’s cock there is no gently, thick and massive isn’t gentle, it’s rough, sexy as hell and painful, at least when you’ve not been down that path for a while and as we all know now it had been a while.
Not only is the constant pain in my backside reminding me of my evening of sex with the said Mr Snyder, but I keep getting flashbacks, picturing him bent over the kitchen counter, sprawled out on my bed, sitting with his legs wide apart on my leather office chair. The thought of him being there when I get home is tempting me, almost enough for me to rush home early…... as I picture Luke’s cock lying against his stomach, him lying with his back against my bed, it’s an internal battle to put the opportunity of sex with him again above my job,
Anyway, I know he’ll be on his “double” date, I shake my head vigorously as pictures of what his date might look like force themselves into my mind, obviously younger than me, if he’s a friend of David’s, but better looking, doubtful, better body, nah! Better in bed? Give me a break! When I come home, Luke will realise which side his bread is buttered, not that it bothered me of course, had it only have been for that one night, it would have been fine. As I said to Luke the previous evening, this didn’t make us a couple; we were just relieving tension, through sex, the thought of him being out on a date with someone didn’t affect me in the slightest.
With that conclusion, I tapped my pen on my desk thrice then closed my diary and packed it into my briefcase, well, it wouldn’t hurt to be home early, to make sure that David and his friends weren’t wrecking the place, but I absolutely did not do it because of Mr Snyder.
Sure
When I enter my apartment it’s filled with an unfamiliar sound, laughter, a woman’s laughter, as I see the perpetrator I realise it’s not a woman, but a girl, her arms draped across my son, I scour the room for Luke who is sitting at one end of the sofa, whilst a young guy who I presume to be his date is at the other, as Luke catches me walking in, he makes an effort to minimise the gap between him and his bit of stuff, trying to make me jealous.
No I didn’t
Yes you did
I didn’t, I couldn’t stand the guy….I told you so
That doesn’t mean to say that you didn’t try to make me jealous, anyway, it’s a mute point Snyder, I know the facts!
David stands as I enter the room and drop my keys to the side table.
“Hey Dad!” He looks down at his watch “Gosh! You’re home early, we can go out if you want, we’d planned on watching a DVD!”
“That’s fine, I’ll catch up with work in my room” I glance at the girl who’s still surgically attached to him, joyful and smiling, god, what gives her the right to be so bloody happy.
“Oh!” David remarks as he notices me staring at his date “This is Lucy, Lucy this is my Dad, Doctor Reid Oliver!”
“And you are…..?” I ask of Lucy, who the fuck is Lucy and why have I not heard about her before now.
“Err…” she tries to respond but her voice breaks
“Lucy’s my girlfriend Dad; I’ve told you like a million times, do you ever listen to me?”
She sticks out her hand and offers it to me, I shake it limply “Nice to meet you finally Doctor Oliver!”
“Call me Reid” I reply, I don’t want her to call me Reid, but I say that for one reason and one reason only, to get a reaction from……
“Hey!” Bingo, Luke calls out, just as I had expected “How come she can call you Reid and I have to call you Doctor Oliver…..I’m living here?”
“Yes, so you are….rent free I might add…..she’s my son’s girlfriend, you’re my son’s friend, she has rights, you don’t……have fun.” I state, I look at Luke’s date, a complete dweeb, hair in front of his eyes, greasy, he hasn’t spoken one word, I wink at Luke as I leave for my room and nod at his date, Luke responds with a sigh and folds his arms across his chest. Clearly he is not amused at his predicament, an evening stuck with Mrs overly excitable and Mr highly depressive.
Some time passes, I’m not sure exactly how much time, I try to work, but I keep getting distracted by Mrs hysterical’s laugh, which I’m sure is only one frequency less than that which is only audible to canines. For pure intrigue alone, to find out how Luke’s date is going, I leave my work and head to the kitchen, the sofa facing diagonally towards the kitchen I get a good look at the four of them all squashed together neatly upon it.
His thigh was touching mine……..eww…..that whole day had been horrible, he was horrible…..
You need to be more like me Luke, tell people straight, you should have told him how it was.
What? That he smelt funny, had no sense of humour and was extremely boring!
Yeah! What’s wrong with that?
It’s no wonder you have no friends.
I have you!
Luke catches my eye, I reach into the fridge and pull out a bottle of water, I close the fridge and he’s still looking, studying me with great interest. His date, who I still don’t know the name of at this point, looks to see where Luke’s focus is, he follows Luke’s stare and is now also looking at me, I turn and walk backwards, resting my back against the kitchen counter, twisting the cap off my bottle and drinking slowly, staring at the pair the whole time.
Luke’s date turns back to look at Luke, I don’t see the look he gives him, but it’s enough for Luke to turn away, his attention focused back onto the TV, to whatever god awful film they’re watching, but I know that he’s not watching, not giving the screen his full attention, I know that secretly he wants to turn back and look at me, but he continues to stare with such a fixed gaze on the screen that he’s far too obvious.
As I search my eyes over Mr Snyder my cell rings within my pocket which I quickly remove from therein……work…
“Doctor Oliver!” I state loud and proud into the phone, receiving glances from the group so studiously looking at the TV screen, all but one looks away after three seconds or so, I imagine you can guess which one doesn’t look away, so there’s no point in me telling you
“well take him for an MRI…………are you an idiot?.....you sound like and idiot………..” Luke smiles at me, my gaze is still fixed on him, since it has been from the moment I took the water from the fridge, “he’s allergic …….look at his chart………..look….at…his…chart” I state, punctuating each word as I say it “…there, see, you can read” Luke spits out a partial amount of the cola he’d just placed into his mouth, as he laughs, clearly loving the banter that I am having with this pathetic excuse for a nurse, his date half looks at him, not understanding the sudden outburst, I myself smile now as this “guy” lifts up his arm as he yawns and places it behind Luke on the sofa.
Luke makes a sideways look at the arm and shuffles slightly away from it. “Hah!…no….I’m not laughing at you.” I turn away from Luke now, haunching over the kitchen sink “Look…..let me make this simple, I’m the doctor, you do what I tell you to do, follow my notes on his chart……it’s not difficult……don’t make me have to come down there……..this is me in a good mood……..so you’ll……….yes, congratulations, you can follow instructions.” I sigh as I slam my phone shut, it’s no wonder I never want to leave that place, it just doesn’t function without me, I turn swiftly and Luke is staring at my groin, obviously during that entire conversation he’d been staring at my arse.
He leans into his date and whispers something, within one quick motion he’s on his feet and walking over to me, what are you up to Mr Snyder?
“Thought you were working in your room?” he asks as he opens the fridge and reaches in, grabbing out a bottle of water also.
“I was, well, I tried, but laughing Hyena girl here makes that task a little difficult.” I respond, pointing in the direction of the girl called Lucy.
“She is loud, but she’s really nice.” Luke replies, turning to look at David and Lucy, all cuddled up on the couch.
“Hmm, I don’t really do.....nice......so, your date, he looks.....”
“Don’t even joke!” Luke demands “He’s a friend of Lucy’s, completely not my type, this is so uncomfortable.”
“Oh well!” I reply taking another swig of my water then heading off, he grabs at my arm quickly and I turn to look at him “Your hand seems to have got caught on my arm Mr Snyder, kindly remove it!”
“Why did you come out here, really?”
“I needed hydration, I may be a brilliant neurosurgeon but I still have to eat and drink.” God I like teasing Luke, it’s so easy.
“I don’t buy that.” He responds, with a slight smile spreading across his lips.
“OK!” I say walking away, back down the hallway, back to my room, knowing full well that the bait has been bitten and if I walk away the little fishy will follow.
Within seconds I hear Luke’s voice behind me, Mr Snyder, you’re beginning to become so predictable “No, not OK” he states, I turn, he’s in front of me, we’re out of view now, behind the hallway wall, he stands closer, I hear his water bottle drop to the floor and he closes his eyes at the noise, waiting a couple of seconds to see if anyone comes walking around to see what the noise was, but no, no one suspects anything.
He walks into me, walking me backwards, his eyes fixed on mine, neither of us looking away, my back hits the wall and I feel his toes against mine, within no time at all his lips are against mine, his hand in my hair, scrunching my curls and massaging my scalp. His chest heaves into mine and I feel the back of his hand on my face as he brushes it against my cheek.
I reach my palms outwards, to his chest and push him off gently “I suggest you get rid of your date, Mr Snyder!”
“How do you propose I do that?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something………..” I pat him on the shoulder and then I whisper into his ear “I’m going to take a shower!”
I retreat to my room, I turn my head before walking in and Luke’s gone from the hallway, within a minute I’m stripped, towel around my waist, back out into the hallway, still no sign of Luke. I re-enter into the living room, he’s hovering behind the sofa, standing, fidgeting, clearly not yet having thought up an excuse to leave the party.
“Luke! Jesus, will you just sit down.” His date blurts out; his arm that he had draped behind Luke’s back now looks stupid resting there all alone.
“Actually! I don’t feel too…..” Luke stops as he notices me standing in the room, he swallows, I see his Adams apple bob backwards and forwards as he eyes my torso, so too does his date.
“Don’t mind me….” I reply, I collect the water bottle from the floor that Luke had dropped moments before and I place it back into the fridge “I’m just going to get a nice, hot, shower”
I don’t need to look at Luke to see his expression; I know it’s full of want, full of desire and need.
Just as I am about to exit the room David calls out to me “Dad, for fucks sake, are you trying to ruin this movie…….just Shh!”
I go, leaving them to their mindless drivel of what they call entertainment, entering the shower which is now nicely warmed up and steamy. It must be three minutes before I hear the door open, I don’t turn around, I hear it click as the lock is turned, I hear little fishy feet scamper across the tiled floor and the sound of the door being slowly glided on it’s rail.
Hey! I’m not and was never a little fishy
Hook, line and sinker Luke, hook line and sinker….
It’s then quiet, still with my back to the shower door, I don’t hear a sound, apart from the shallow little breathes that Luke’s making behind me, I don’t care what excuse he made to leave his date, I don’t care that it might be suspicious that he’s left the room. As I feel his lips kiss against the skin on my back I tilt my head backwards, reaching my hands out in front of me, palms to the tiles, letting the water run down my back and over Luke’s mouth, in Luke’s mouth, down his throat, he coughs as it chokes him slightly, but he carries on. He takes his tongue to the base of my spine, trailing it upwards, spitting the water out as it lands into his mouth.
He’s good, just what I need, he grasps his hands to my buttocks, gripping tight, with purpose, I arch my back at the sudden feeling and my breath catches in my throat for a second.
His tongue is everywhere now, my shoulder blades, he nibbles delicately, whilst still he grabs at my arse, pulsating it, I turn, closing the shower door, which for some reason Luke had decided to leave open. I glance a casual eye over the puddle that’s accumulated onto the floor, at any other moment I’d be in a rage, I hate untidiness, but right then, at that particular moment in time, I couldn’t give a fuck….well, hang on….actually I could give a fuck, I was going to give a fuck, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the wet floor, it was because I wanted to fuck this guy! It’d been less than twenty four hours, but I can’t deny it, I wanted it, I wanted more of it.
I stand back for a moment, admiring the view in front of me as water hits against Luke’s face and trickles down his skin, over his chest, his stomach, down over his cock, his thighs, feet. I watch the water cascade, he brings one of his hands behind him and massages at this own buttocks, his cock hardening in front of my eyes, he plays with it teasingly in front of me, I just watch, he gathers water in his hand, below his balls, then releases the collected water over his hardened member, rubbing it, stroking it, his eyes flutter closed, then within seconds they’re open again, I just watch, he’s looking at me, not at what he’s doing, but at me, gauging my reaction, he glances his eyes down for a brief moment, then as he looks back up he gives me a knowing smile, what he’s doing is so hot, he knows that, I’m hot for him, I want him.
I’ve watched for long enough, I push into him now, returning the favour from earlier in the hallway, I hold onto his left arm and raise it, holding it up against the shower door, he pushes his lips into mine as his hands frantically reach for my buttocks once again, groping and grabbing. I rub my hands over his chest, so slick, so wet, water still running down, over his nipples, our lips still attached, tongues entwining, exchanging saliva.
I run my left foot up the inside of his right leg, creating friction, our genitalia collide together, hairs brush against one another, skin against skin, hands on skin, water between us, on us, over us, in us. I reach my hand to his face and cup it gently in my palm, he moves his head to the side, biting at my neck as my hand moves upwards to his hair, brushing through it.
I reach back, to the shower stand, taking the condom wrapper that I’d conveniently placed there moments before, knowing full well that the little fishy would follow, he grabs it from me, opening it with haste and throwing the wrapper to the floor, with expert skill he has my cock sheathed in milli-seconds.
He turns, his chest flat against the shower door, his head looks over his shoulder at me, as he reaches his arms behind his back and grabs at my hips. Ok Mr Snyder, believe me, you didn’t need to ask.
For a moment I just pleasure him, I reach around him and stroke his cock, gently, teasingly, playfully, there’s not much space between him and the door, but I manage, I always manage. With my free hand I stroke his chest, then my hand is at his shoulder, he turns his head again and our lips meet, opening and closing together in unison as tongues once more collide and swipe against one another.
“Doctor….” He groans into my mouth.
OK, he faces forwards once again, I use one hand to place my cock to his hole, no lubrication Mr Snyder, I hope you’re ready for this, I enter slowly, he collapses a little onto the door, the thickness is great, he may have me on length, but my thickness wins out, hands down. So I go slow, the water entering into him slightly as I open his hole, only slightly as I fill it, consume it, he moves his palms further apart against the glass of the door, his head back, eyes looking up.
It’s not fast, it’s not rough, not like before, this is slow, more sensual, as I thrust inwards I bite at his shoulder blade, licking and twirling my tongue against his skin, tasting the water as it runs down his back.
His hands are moving all over the place now, I reach mine out to his, holding them flat, still, against the glass, kissing at his neck, my chest close to his back, breathing out heavy into him, god I want this, I need this.
He turns his head to the side and I kiss his cheek, I was aiming for his lips, but can’t reach and he’s moving too readily in front of me, my pace has increased, momentum running away with me, lost in the act.
He’s moaning in quick succession now, occasionally he calls out “oh! Fuck….doctor” having not yet given him permission to call me Reid, he’s such a good boy, so obedient, and I must admit, him calling me “Doctor” is such a turn on, it sends shivers down my back and to my groin.
His moans are now almost turning into one continuous “Mmm”, he’s close, I can feel the tension rippling through his body, I grab onto his hair, pulling his head backwards and to the side I enclose his mouth around mine. With my other hand I re-take hold of his cock once more, stroking it fast now, he releases from the kiss, but I follow his mouth, reclaiming it, holding him to me, as he shoots out, he moans out, into my mouth, I lean into him harder, pushing him even more into the glass, letting go of his cock, I thrust in hard now, my turn and as I groan out in pleasure I bite down onto his shoulder and when I release I’m slightly shocked that I’ve left a bite mark.
Sorry Luke
You weren’t sorry at the time.
No……..I wasn’t.