When the big guy stayed behind after surgery hours had finished, I knew I was going to get some serious action in the consulting room - even if he'd be the one to call the shots. But I was about to find out what it takes to turn such a macho man into the proverbial mouse...
Short story, e-publication.
Included in the anthology 'Bend Over Big Boy'
This title and anthology contain adult scenes of m/m romance and erotica.
Dark Humour.
Excerpt
It was the last hour of the day and I was kept busy through the remaining appointments. Gradually, the noise from the waiting room outside died away – the nervous coughing; the shifting around on seats that were never meant to be the height of comfort; the occasional involuntary moan.
My boss had gone for the day, but I offered to clear up the room for him. The equipment just needed a wipe down with the sterilising wipes, some patient records to be re-filed, a swift brush over the floor - then I was free to lock up and go home.
I was washing around the sides of the sink when I felt the prickle at the back of my neck. When I turned around, I knew who I’d see.
He filled the doorway. He leant casually with one hand against the frame, the muscles bunching on his upper arm. It was a hot day and many people had left off their jackets, but I didn’t remember him wearing one in the first place, just a white cotton vest. In the waiting room, his bare, tanned shoulders had been a visual oasis in the middle of striped dress shirts and pale pink dresses – his skin, glinting with sweat under the fluorescent lights. I could see now the vest was creased around his waist but tight where it counted - right across his pecs. They were muscled, and hard: they strained the fabric across his chest. His nipples were tight button buds under the white jersey. I imagined that my fists could hammer on those muscles all day and never get an answer.
Except the one he wanted to give.
I cleared my throat. I resisted the urge to ogle up at him, but he was a good six inches taller. “If you need to make another appointment, the girls can book you in tomorrow morning. We’re closed now.”
He didn’t even seem to be listening. His eyes were dark, set into a wide face and around a nose that had probably seen a fair share of action outside any boxing ring. His mouth was wide and looked greedy and it was…
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
