Kota stood frozen in the middle of the quiet examination room, the used fleshlight still clutched loosely in his hand like a broken confession he couldn't quite hide.
The doctor's eyes lingered on it for a long beat, the thin wire-frame glasses catching the harsh fluorescent light as a slow, almost reverent smile curved his lips.
The beauty mark above them seemed to darken with the flush creeping across his cheeks, the green bob cut framing his sharp jawline in soft, swaying strands.
He set his clipboard down with a deliberate click, the sound sharp in the sterile silence, and leaned forward on his stool, white coat riding up to reveal the dramatic flare of his hips and the way his massive, shelf-like ass strained against the seat of his tailored slacks.
The fabric pulled tight, outlining every plump curve, the material stretching thin enough that Kota could see the faint outline of the lace panties he wore underneath.
The doctor let out a soft, breathy laugh, the kind that carried equal parts professional curiosity and something far hungrier. "You know… I didn't spend six years in med school and two years in undergrad just to never try black cock," he said, voice low and smooth, the words hanging in the air like a confession wrapped in clinical politeness.
His eyes flicked up to meet Kota's, dark and gleaming behind the glasses, before dropping again to the heavy, still-leaking length between Kota's legs. "Especially not one like yours. That size… that color… it's been in my head since the moment you walked in. I've read the charts. I've seen the scans. But seeing it in person? Feeling it? That's different."
Kota's breath caught, the exhaustion from the last hour of relentless pumping still making his legs feel weak, but the doctor was already moving.
He rolled his stool closer, the wheels whispering across the linoleum, and reached out with steady, manicured fingers.
The touch was gentle at first, almost reverent, as he wrapped both hands around the thick base, feeling the new girth, the weight, the way the veins pulsed hot under his palms.
"So heavy," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted across the swollen head.
"So warm. I've never… I mean, I've studied anatomy, but this… this is something else entirely."
He was inexperienced.
That much was clear the moment his lips parted and he took the head into his mouth. There was no practiced swirl, no teasing flick of the tongue at first, just eager, hungry suction as he tried to swallow more, cheeks hollowing too fast, the green bob cut bobbing awkwardly as he pushed forward. He gagged softly on the third inch, eyes watering behind the glasses, but he didn't pull back. The drive was there, raw and desperate, like he had been waiting years for this exact moment and refused to waste a single second of it.
His tongue pressed flat underneath, sliding clumsily along the underside while he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping more of the thick shaft with every determined bob. Gluck… gluck…
The sounds were messy and unrefined, spit already dripping down his chin and onto the white coat, but the enthusiasm made up for everything.
He moaned around the girth, the vibration traveling straight down Kota's length and into his still-full balls, the doctor's free hand stroking what he couldn't fit, fingers squeezing and twisting in inexperienced but eager patterns.
Kota's head fell back, a low groan escaping him as the doctor worked him over. The inexperience was obvious, the occasional scrape of teeth, the way he sometimes lost rhythm and had to readjust, but the drive was intoxicating.
The doctor's eyes stayed locked upward, glassy and hungry, as if the taste alone was rewriting something inside him. He pulled off for a gasping breath, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the glistening head, and whispered, "It tastes… so good. Salty. Musky. Thick. I could do this for hours."
Then he dove back down, taking more this time, throat fluttering as he forced himself deeper, gagging wetly but refusing to stop. The suction grew stronger, sloppier, the doctor's head moving faster as he lost himself in it, the green hair bouncing with every eager bob.
Kota came again, hard and sudden, thick ropes flooding the doctor's mouth in heavy pulses. The femboy's eyes widened but he swallowed frantically, throat working visibly around the pulsing shaft, some of the cum leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin in pearly streaks. He pulled off slowly, licking his lips clean with a soft, addicted moan, the taste clearly hitting him like a drug.
"More," he whispered, voice hoarse, eyes dark with need. "I need more of that taste."
He stood up then, the white coat slipping from his shoulders and pooling on the floor. Underneath he wore only a tight button-up and those tailored slacks, but he stripped them off with trembling fingers, revealing the massive, shelf-like ass that had been teasing Kota since the moment he walked in. The beauty mark above his lips caught the light as he turned, bending over the examination table, one hand reaching back to spread his cheeks while the other stroked his own tiny cocklet — barely an inch, leaking steadily onto the paper sheet. "Please," he breathed, voice shaking with the same drive that had made him choke on Kota's cock moments earlier. "Fuck me. I need to feel it. All of it."
Kota stepped forward, the ache in his balls already building again, and lined himself up.
He pushed in slow at first, the tight heat enveloping him inch by inch, the doctor's ass stretching wide around the massive girth with a long, broken moan that filled the small room. They fucked like that — deep, steady thrusts that made the table creak and the doctor's big ass ripple with every impact, his tiny cocklet spurting untouched onto the paper beneath him. T
he doctor's green bob cut bounced with every slam, his glasses fogging slightly as he gasped and begged for more, the inexperience in his movements only making the scene hotter, more desperate. Kota lost himself in the plush, gripping heat, hips snapping forward harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder until both of them were panting, sweating, the doctor's ass clenching rhythmically as another orgasm tore through him.
They finished together, Kota burying himself deep and flooding the doctor's insides with another heavy load, the femboy moaning long and low as he felt it paint his walls. They stayed like that for a long moment, breaths mingling, bodies trembling in the aftershocks, until a sharp knock sounded on the door.
Both of them froze.
The doctor straightened up quickly, cum already leaking down his thighs as he yanked his slacks back on, buttoning his coat with shaky fingers. Kota pulled his own pants up in a rush, tucking his still-hard cock away as best he could, the fabric straining obscenely against the fresh hardness. They smoothed their clothes, wiped their faces, and tried to look professional in the span of three frantic seconds.
The doctor cleared his throat, voice steady but slightly hoarse. "Come in."
The door opened and Khalil stepped inside, eyes flicking between the two of them with a hint of suspicion, but the doctor was already smiling calmly, gesturing for him to sit as if nothing at all had happened in the last hour.