This one's dedicated to Kevinmd1, who asked to hear more about this character.
I fully acknowledge that I know nothing about the medical profession, other than what they show on TV - hope I didn't make too many blatant mistakes :-S
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All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least 18 years old.
Mark Jeffreys' first love (never expressed and unrequited) had been his pediatrician, Dr. Greenberg. The man had embodied every possible positive trait an adult could posses: he was wise, kind and had a gentle voice which nevertheless rang with authority. No matter what was wrong with you, he could make it better. And at the end of every visit little Mark got two gummy-bears.
Mark's parents never bought their children candy, except on special occasions – they would even confiscate most of their trick-or-treating loot every Halloween. So it was obvious to him that Dr. Greenberg's gummy-bears were part of the treatment – they were special gummy-bears that only the best doctors had. The fact that Dr. Greenberg always knew when little Mark was only pretending to be sick – and wouldn't give him the gummy-bears – further strengthened his belief in the doctor's magical powers.
One day in high-school, a hormone-filled 18-year-old Mark caught sight of the school nurse giving the basketball coach a blow-job in her office – the sight firmly cemented sex and the medical profession in his mind. From then on, Mark's most frequent jack-off fantasies were either an image of himself on his knees in a skimpy nurse's uniform, sucking off a man with a huge cock; or a cute male nurse in that position and scanty uniform giving him, Mark, head.
In collage Mark made a strange discovery – sex helped him study. This in itself didn't startle him – he'd masturbated while studying for as long as he could remember – it was the way his friends would complain about having to choose between getting laid and getting good grades that made him realize he was the exception and not the rule. It certainly explained why so many of his hook-ups complained when he read his text-books during sex. He'd always thought doggy-style was a convenient position to get some studying done – whether propping the book on a bottom's shoulders & back, his cock pumping in time with the sentences he was reading; or cradling the book in his arms as his elbows braced his bucking, ass-slammed body, trying to make his crossing eyes focus on as many words as possible between thrusts.
It was only after graduation, when he began his internship at his school's hospital, that his libido had to take a back-seat to his chosen profession, since his every waking moment was taken up with patients, meetings, and more reports than any sane person should have to deal with. By the time his shift ended – often in the wee-hours of the morning – he barely had enough energy to get home and bolt down a quick meal. His roommates knew he'd had had an "easy" shift when they didn't find him asleep at the table with his face on his half-eaten dinner.
Several months later Mark finally managed to get a whole weekend free. Knowing that if he stayed in town he would get roped into coming in to work, Mark drove to a out-of-the-way, gay-friendly hostel he'd frequented during Spring Break when he was a student.
Unpacking didn't take long since he'd only brought a single change of clothing, a few basic toiletries, a towel, two jumbo bottles of lube and as many condoms as he could fit into his rucksack.
Leaving his door open – the acknowledged signal of availability at this hostel – Mark managed to get laid three times before he fell asleep: a fast-paced 69 with a dark-haired surfer-dude, bottoming for a middle-aged Asian man with a surprising amount of stamina, and topping a black body-builder. Mark lay among his sweat and cum soaked sheets as the satisfied muscular man got back into his jeans cutoffs and left, and debated a shower versus dinner... and promptly woke up. The late afternoon light he'd last seen through his room's window was now street-lit darkness. He thought he'd been woken by the sound of a man shouting, but now that he was awake he couldn't hear anything, so he decided he had been dreaming.
Mark turned on the bedside light, the slight movement triggering a series of aches and pains he hadn't felt in too damn long. Wincing happily, he slowly climbed off the bed, mindful of his strained back and throbbing ass, and pulled his wallet out from under the mattress. He took out enough change for a quick vending-machine snack and put it back in its hiding place. He carefully pulled his jeans back on, not bothering to try and find his underwear, slipped on his shoes and went out to fill his rumbling stomach.
The hallway was well lit, so he easily noted which were the rooms emitting muffled moans, groans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against sweaty flesh. Wolfing down a sandwich and chasing each bite with a swallow of mineral water, Mark kept his eyes on the doors lining the hallway, planning his next move now that his hunger was focused lower than his stomach again.
As he gulped down the last of the slightly-stale bread he heard a sudden blast of dance-music from the stairwell. 'That sounds like a fun party,' he thought, poking his head through the stairwell doorway, trying to figure out if it had come from the floor above or below. Walking from the downward staircase to look at the upward staircase, Mark only had a moment's notice before he collided with a skimpy-dressed blond rushing down at him. Both men bounced off each-other – Mark hit the doorframe while the blond crashed ass-first on the bottom step.
"Whoa, kid, slow down," Mark said, getting his breath back and checking out the young man's mostly-exposed body. He was wearing a pink tank-top and matching fuck-me shorts, an ensemble that left very little to the imagination.
"Sorry, man, but this is an emergency!" the blond said, accepting the hand Mark reached out to him and climbing back to his feet. "I've got to call an ambulance and the phone upstairs doesn't work!"
Mark's mind immediately jumped out of the gutter as he heard the word "ambulance". "Maybe I can help – I'm a doctor."
The blond had already started towards the next flight of stairs, but turned and gave Mark a wide-eyed, pitifully hopeful look. Taking Mark's hand, the boy pulled him back up the stairs. Following, Mark got a perfect view of his lycra-hugged bubble-butt. Just because this might be an emergency was no reason not to enjoy the sights, after all.
Mark was aware that the doors on the floor they came out on were spaced a lot farther apart than the ones on his floor – obviously these rooms were bigger, which meant more expensive. As they got closer to their destination, Mark could make out the base-beat sound of the music that had attracted his attention before.
Not surprisingly, they stopped at the door where the sound was loudest, and the boy rapped at the door. Mark was shocked to find himself face to face with his last trick as the big black man opened the door. By the widening of his eyes, the surprise was mutual, but the bodybuilder only looked at him for a moment before turning to the blond, "Is the ambulance on its way, Benny?" The man's tone was a combination of quiet anxiety and resignation – it sounded like he believed the sight of the half-naked Mark could easily have made Benny forget why he'd set off in the first place.
"I haven't called them yet, Chris," Benny said, sounding nervous. Giving Mark another round-eyed look, he interrupted whatever Chris was about to say next, "I found a doctor, so I figured I'd better bring him up here first."
This earned Mark a more thorough inspection from the large man blocking the doorway. "OK," Chris said grudgingly, "Good idea. Follow me."
Someone had set up a pair of folding screens in front of the door, to keep anyone from accidentally seeing into the room even when the door was open. Stepping into the room, Mark asked, "Shouldn't he go call an ambulance anyway? What happened?" Mark got his first view of the room interior as he finished asking, a view that made him stop short. The room they had entered was more than twice the size of the one he was occupying, its only pieces of furniture a couple of couches lining two of the walls. Young men, all dressed in the same sort of outfit as Benny in various bright colors, were dancing closely with men in ties and dress shirts. The couches were filled with more couples, either making out or... 'Holy shit! That guy's giving that kid head!' Looking around, Mark found quite a lot of exposed dicks hanging over the tops of tight shorts or sticking out of pin-stripe flies on the dance floor as well.
Focusing on all this, he almost didn't catch what Chris was saying. "Well, it may be serious, but I don't think it's fatal –I'm pretty sure a few minutes won't make that much difference, so I'd rather you take a look at him. If you think we need that ambulance, then we'll call one, Doc," Chris put extra emphasis on the last word, obviously doubting Mark's credentials.
Feeling rather preoccupied by all the bare skin in the room, Mark still noticed the "you'd better be a real doctor, or I'll take it out of your hide" tone as he followed Chris and Benny into an adjourning bedroom, where a brunette in a skimpy yellow outfit sat on a bed next to an unconscious, naked man.
Chris told the boy that they'd brought in a doctor and introduced the boy as Lee. "Tell the doc what happened, Lee," Chris said.
The boy had looked scared when they first came in – now an embarrassed blush spread across his face as he stuttered out an answer. "I... We, we were, ah," he licked his luscious, pink lips and lowered his eyes from Mark's face to the floor, "um, we were in the, uh, shower," gulp, "ah, an, and we were, um, well..."
"Lee, the man knows you were having sex in there – just tell him what happened," Chris crouched down so his eyes were level with Lee's, his voice pitched soothingly low and gentle.
