The Robust Doctor 10 (FINAL): fallen angel

The following weeks I kept meeting up with Volkan and I liked him more and more each time. He was a sincere and tender man, funny and intelligent, and also hot as hell. We had become very good friends. And lovers. I gave him fuckings that made him spill his cum as fast as he made me spill mine with his mouth.

Apart from that, the unicorns and rainbows came back inside me. Yes, the treasure trolls with their hair standing on end too. My life went on as usual: work, swimming pool, mountains, friends, men showing up out of nowhere like a soap opera… The usual, basically.

I paid for the beer I had ordered at the nightclub bar and, when I turned around to go back to my friends, I saw him leaning against a column. I counted the beers I had drunk and they were not nearly enough for me to be having a hallucination.

I’m not going to lie: my heart skipped a beat.

Dr. Hunk was holding a dark-haired hottie in his arms who could easily have stepped out of a perfume ad, the kind where they sail on a yacht with droplets of water on their skin. He was holding his tilted head while he ate his neck and the guy offered it to him in a submissive pose. The guy was tall and broad, but next to the Doctor he looked like a toy.

I looked at a guy dancing past me. He looked back at me.

—I can’t deal with my life anymore, okay? —I told him with a smile.

The guy laughed and kept dancing. I looked back at the Doctor and saw he was staring right at me without stopping running his bulldog tongue along the dark-haired guy’s sculpted nape. I couldn’t judge him, honestly, it did look delicious. I felt a shiver. I took a sip of my beer and kept walking.

“Let’s see, no, universe. No, no, no. Absolutely not. You’ve already run out of fucking options. Enough. Not this time. No way,” said my inner voice indignantly.

When I got back to my friends, they asked me if something was wrong. Maybe seeing the doctor had affected me more than I thought, who knows. The truth was that suddenly I was horny as hell, so I told them I was going outside for a smoke but, instead of that, I went to the dark room.

Hard as it may be to believe, I had never gone into one of those places, but it was about time I did. I was surprised by how little light there was. When my eyes adjusted, I saw shadows moving on the walls: bipedal, centaur-like, H-shaped… Even though it looked a lot like the other side in ghost movies, the thrill crawled up my crotch.

I walked through the winding corridors avoiding the hands trying to grope me. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh made my cock come alive.

Then I saw a red light. I went toward it like Caroline and freaked out when I saw a swing hanging from the ceiling where they were really giving it to some guy. Smack, smack, smack! echoed the thrusts of the male drilling him mercilessly. Under the scarlet light it looked like a scene from C...