It was Christmas time at the hospital, but I was not happy. I was in the middle of my second year of surgical residency, and the last few months were busier than ever. I was missing my gym classes often, and I didn't keep up my new morning relaxation routine that I planned.
I had discovered a whole new friend group of studs that met up most mornings to shower and get each other off between workouts and actual work. But I hadn't been able to join them since the first time a few months ago.
My main buddy in the group, Juan, had texted me to make sure I wasn't weirded out by my prior experience, but I assured him that was not the case. I consistently had dreams about that morning, and I jerked off thinking about Juan, Tommy, and Kyle all the time. I saw them every now and then in the hospital, giving them polite waves and having to hide the almost immediate hard-on I would develop just from laying eyes on their bodies.
I had given up on questioning my sexuality. I didn't really care about putting a label on myself. All I know is that my body reacts to attractive people. I feel like I'm walking around all day needing some sort of release. Sometimes I jerk off multiple times per day since my wife doesn't have my sex drive, but I still feel like I'm missing something.
I slung my backpack over my shoulders and walked into the hospital as the sun set. It was snowing, and since it was expected to snow all night, everyone that was scheduled to be on-call on Christmas day had to sleep in the call rooms over night due to the road closures. I was sad to miss Christmas Eve and the holiday itself with my wife just to see a few cranky patients in the morning.
I made it up to the hallway with the male call rooms. I had to share a bunk bed with someone, but I had a hard time finding a room with a leftover bunk.
The door at the end of the hall was cracked, so I pushed it open, and I immediately recognized the man laying on the bottom bunk.
Kyle, the OB resident that I fucked a few months prior, was laying on the bottom bunk on his stomach flipping through instagram, looking away from me. His shirt was off, but he was wearing scrubs on his lower half. I would recognize that ass anywhere. His scrubs were straining over his bubble butt. It looked like he was keeping two basketballs where his butt was supposed to be. I felt blood start rushing to my dick, but I didn't want to stare.
I knocked on the door. Kyle turned towards me, pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes, instantly smiling and standing up to give me a hug.
"Hey man, it's been a while!" He said while wrapping his strong arms around me. He was built like a swimmer everywhere but his ass, which looked totally disproportionate on his body.
"I know! My schedule has been crazy. I've barely been able to go to the gym at all since I met you guys."
"That's alright, Mike. You could've fooled me," he said, feeling my biceps. "You must be doing something right. Look at that definition."
"Are you kidding? You look great," motioning towards his torso with defined pecs and abs.
"Whatever you say. I'll take the compliment," he said with the laugh. He pointed at the top bunk. "You want to top? I'll bottom." He gave me a coy smile.
I laughed, somewhat awkwardly. I was new to flirting with men. Fucking Kyle had been a life changing experience, but I fought the urge to expect anything out of this.
"Yea dude, I have to stay overnight. But I'm not actually on call until the morning. It sucks."
"Yep, me too. I'm on labor and delivery all day tomorrow...but that's hours from now! We have to relax somehow. I brought gummies. Want one?"
I looked at him suspiciously. "What's in it?"
"Dude, it's pot. Lighten up!"
I laughed and gladly accepted. This helped me loosen up, having a great conversation getting to know Kyle. He closed the door, and I noticed that he had clicked the lock. I played some music quietly while we swapped stories from med school.
The call room was small, only the bunk bed with a side table holding a clock, a window with Christmas lights dotting the cityscape, and a bathroom attached. I quickly figured out why Kyle was shirtless. It was too damn hot in that room. I was just in my boxers at this point, leaning against the window while we talked.
"I'm surprised you're still in your scrubs dude. I don't know how I'm going to sleep in here." I said, pressing my back against the cold window.
"I know, it's toasty. If you're cool with me just in my underwear, then I'll happily take these off."
"Dude...I've seen you naked." I whispered, "I fucked you, remember? I didn't think you'd forget that quickly."
My flirting was getting better.
He smiled. "I didn't forget." He paused. "Honestly, I was worried you didn't like it when you didn't come back."
Before I could respond, he turned around and slid off his scrub pants. Time turned to slow motion. As the pants dropped, I got the visual feast of his enormous ass cheeks framed by a sexy black jockstrap. His ass had just a bit of hair on it, and the tan lines somehow added to the visual effect.
I was speechless, openly drooling. He looked back at me. "You said you didn't mind!"
"I didn't! I don't! You just didnt say it was a jockstrap!"
He laughed "My ass doesn't fit comfortably in briefs, and I don't like my cock bouncing around in my scrubs all day when I wear boxers. So I stick with jockstraps. I got used to them when I played football. They're easy. They're comfortable."
"I can't remember the last time I wore a jockstrap."
"Well, I have an extra!" He pulled a blue one out of his bag and tossed it to me. "Come on, your body will look great!"
I grabbed the blue jockstrap, surprised by how little fabric was present. "It does look comfortable."
"Put it on dude!" He reached over from where he was seated on the bed and playfully pulled my boxers down. My dick flopped up comically. It had been at least partially concealed, but now I couldn't hide how turned on I was.
