Unexpected doctor's appointment

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Excited and nervous, Misha sat at the kitchen table. Jensen would come to enjoy a few hours of pleasure in a few minutes. It was clear relatively quickly that white eroticism was also one of his favorite topics for the dark-haired man. But then everything changed ...

What was planned couldn't occur because Gabriel was still at work, and Samantha had an unplanned culinary emergency, which couldn't wait. On the other hand, that wasn't bad, because she knew that the two boys could entertain themselves. This was the first time this had happened without supervision, but Samantha had no reservations about entrusting their house. They wouldn't burn it off ...

So it was time for another story, but that was the least of the problems for the actor.

Listless, Misha hammered into the keys of the computer. When he glanced at the wall clock, a soft sigh escaped him, for the hands indicated that it was close to closing time, and he didn't want to go back to his apartment –– alone and without meaning. He sighed again, bored, looking around the room longingly but saw no one else. Sometimes one of the patients came to him, and they talked about trivial things, but it was a change in his otherwise boring life. He liked to be here, though ...

Actually, he'd rather be behind the closed door, in the middle of the action, should do what he could, what he was called for. In his life, he was a doctor, and now he was sitting here as a doctor's receptionist. And all because of a stupid mistake. Yes, it was his fault –– he had himself in debt.

Cliché. His partner left, Misha drowned his grief in alcohol, and caused an accident he didn't want to think about. Then he was deprived of the license to practice medicine for three years. Misha was in therapy and halfway back in control of his life by now.

Then he turned off the computer as the front door opened, and Jensen came in.

The younger man took off his jacket and shoes and took another deep breath before heading into the living room.

"Good day. I have an appointment. I know, I'm a little early."

"More likely, too late," Misha replied wittily. "The doctor is already gone."

"What?" Jensen asked, puzzled. He had no idea of the surprising plan change but was immediately in his role.

"Didn't you hear your mailbox? I'm sorry, but she had to go to an emergency."

"Damn ..." he groaned, grimacing, "... I'm an emergency too!"

"What's wrong with you?" Misha wanted to know and turned the computer back on.

"I'm a bit embarrassed, but it's about this one," the younger man murmured, pointing to his crotch. "Conversely, it's easier to talk to a man about it."

"Hmm ... that looks not so good the next few days. The doctor has a lot to do," Misha murmured as he strained his eyes on the schedule. "How about next week on Wednesday?"

"I can't wait that long. For days I've been in pain while peeing."

I let you forget your pain and could do other things ...

Maybe he was looking at him for a moment too long. But Jensen was also an attractive man, with his bright green eyes and many tiny freckles.

"Don't you have any idea what I could do?" He whimpered, pulling Misha out of his thoughts.

Just like a doctor, the older man got pity, and without thinking about it, he said he needed to look at it to make a judgment. But he wasn't allowed to do that anymore. On the other hand ... who should know? And he'd once again see a cock. Granted, he often saw some. Too often. On the screen. In porn.

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