Doctor Feel-good

So tonight we're supposed to go to one of Mav's gigs, but honestly I haven't been feeling up to it all day. I'm going to go anyway because being a true friend is being happy for someone else when you really don't feel like being happy at all. I was getting my new-ish outfit ready (clothes with tags I found while cleaning my closet the other day) when my phone rang. "Fuck the dumb shyt-- whats the deal? Its your girl Symone." I always giggled at Symone's signature greeting, "Woman, are you ready to spill the T on Maine-- or excuse me Terrence or what!?" "I knew it-- you're always talking about you don't like to gossip, but you didn't even say 'Hi' before you got into my business." "Well it takes a gossip to know a gossip", I snapped back. "Fuck all this phone shit I'm about to come over there--- open up the door." Symone was knocking on the door and still on the phone with me. I opened the door and Symone was decked out in a red Herve Ledger dress, some 5 inch Chrissy Lou's, and she wore red lipstick better than any woman I'd ever seen (not at all scary looking like Beyonce's mom Miss Tina [no disrespect]). Symone waltzed in as if she owned the place as usual. "Wow ummm.. my damn.. ummm.. you do know you're in your drawers don't you?" "Yes, I was about to get ready to goto Balboa to check out Mav's gig", I said walking into my bedroom. "Where are you going with your Woman-of-the-Night outfit on?" "So you're trying to say I look like a hooker!?" "No, I just felt like pissing you off", I said (insert shade). I put one leg into my skinny jeans and then the other when Symone began to laugh. "What's so funny?" "Nothing... its just that you have a really nice butt to be a guy. Actually I found myself kinda checking you out when you opened the door. I never saw your body before-- you're a hottie sugar. Now why would someone want to waste all that on a man? I just don't get it, but whatever." "So you're saying I could get it?" "Hell no I don't do bi-coastal, bi-lingual, or bi-sexual; so you know damn well I don't do gay. Fuck the dumb shit." "Well you didn't know for sure if Terrence was bi-sexual or not", I implied. "Lies. Of course I knew the way he kept trying to get over here in this coochie, honey. Plus he is all man TRUST." "Well, I'm dressed and I'm actually running late. Where are you on your way to?" "Terrence and I are going to check out that new Tyler Perry film." I gave Symone the side eye because I know how much she can't stand Tyler Perry or Madea films. Symone is what some people would call an elitist. Any film that portrays a black person as less than stellar is not a film Symone is going to watch (she's the only person I know who hasn't seen 'Precious' on purpose). "Yes, I know what you're thinking, but I'm evolving. Plus, its what he wanted to see and its way too early in our relationsh-- courtship to be a bitch." "Relationship? So he fucked you good a couple of times and now you two are in love? How sweet", I said while brushing my hair and giving myself one last look-over in the mirror. "You know what I meant. Anyhow we will have to pick this conversation up tomorrow. Lets do lunch at Fishbones, darling. I have to go", Symone kissed me and she waltzed out of my condo just as she'd waltzed in-- briskly. Symone walked like a feline kitten-- with precision. This was the second time I caught myself lusting at Symone; I smiled at the thought she was also finding me sexy all of a sudden. I made it to Balboa about 40 minutes late, but luckily Mav's set hadn't started yet. The club was smoky and it was starting to bother my eyes. I stepped outside on the terrace where I noticed a couple of guys and a female all making out. I know it was rude, but I stood there and watched as they caressed and kissed one another. My dick started to grow and one of the guys winked at me. I turned in embarrassment and made my way back into the club amongst the other patrons. I noticed Trey at the bar and quietly slipped into the next room. It was a bit more quiet in here and there was some Jazz playing. I was avoiding Trey for no good reason; honestly. He called a couple of times, but once we began to talk I knew he wasn't my type. He is one of those big self-talkers and that is always a turn off. He didn't have any questions for me because he was so into himself. I sat down and started to play with my phone and wondering where my friends were. "Nik, wow its been forever", I heard as I glanced up. There before me was my favorite Professor from college, Dr. George Lucas. He wasn't my favorite because his class was easy or pleasant. In fact I got my only C during undergrad in his Physics course, but if you saw him you'd know why he was my favorite. "Dr. G, what are you doing in the club? Nice tux", I replied as we did the usual straight-man half-hug and fist bump. He sat beside me and his sultry scent took me back to freshman year. I walked into class 20 minutes late and Dr. G introduced himself and made me do the same and explain to the entire lecture theater why I was late. I was humiliated and considered him an enemy from day one, but day by day he softened on me. He was everything I wanted in a man. Powerful, strong, smart, classy, good-looking, well-dressed, expansive vocabulary, and well-mannered. I developed a school-boy crush on him and I think he could tell. He would catch me staring at him and give me a sly grin. I never pursued the idea because I was sure he was probably straight-ish, and married with children. "Did you hear me? Nik..." "Oh I'm sorry, I was thinking about something", I replied. "I see you're the same daydreamer you always were", he said. "So are you here alone? I just finished a conference meeting and decided to stop by the old stomping ground and have a drink." "Yes-- well no I'm meeting my friends here. My friend Maverick is playing tonight. Actually they should have been here by now." "Well you certainly have grown nicely. You should be about 23 or 24 now, right?" "24 and yes-- so that would make you about 35-40, right?" "I see you have a decent memory also. I'm 37." I loved the way he communicated with such intensity in his eyes; which were the deepest brown. His cheeks sat up high and his thin lips were surrounded by a Goa-tee. He looked every bit of 27 and fine as hell. He kept talking and I pretended to listen. I found myself mesmerized by this beautiful man. I felt my dick begin to grow. "So I'm about to goto the bar; do you wish to join me until your friends arrive?" "Sure, lets do that", I said as I checked out his ass while he walked in front of me. Dr. G was about 6'3 and built like a brick shit house-- great physique. We sat and drank and talked for what seemed like 2 hours. I had forgot all about Maverick and the crew. Dr. G was getting ready to leave and we were about to say goodbye when he leaned in and whispered the most tenacious words in my ear: "Would I be coming at you wrong if I asked you to come home with me?" I have to admit I was a bit shocked, but I was not one to back down when cornered. "Well, honestly it looks as if my friends aren't going to show and I'd be sitting here alone...", I began to explain. "You don't have to be. Come with me I will show you a good time. Promise", he interrupted me. I knew what this meant. This meant that tonight I was about to fulfill one of my fantasies, but also give up something I had worked so hard to create and maintain-- my 6 months and counting celibacy. Needless to say I ended up at Dr. G's townhouse. His home was just as I had imagined it "classic and sophisticated"-- except there was no wife and no children. Before I knew what happened we ended up naked in his bed. He took my dick into his mouth and began to massage it with wetness. I pulled back because it was getting too good-- he came even closer and sucked in even more of my erect penis. I felt a liberation in that moment that I hadn't felt in a long time. I was no longer denying myself pleasure or pain-- I was in what most people would call ecstasy. He spent about 10 minutes going up and down and round and round. I pushed my finger up his ass and felt around until I located his prostate. I played with it and he squirmed in pleasure. He handed me a condom and I placed it upon my now brick-hard 9.5 in circumsized dick. I saw him reach into a dresser and pull out a bottle of lubrication. He placed some upon my index finger and I began to finger him with intensity... one finger.. then two.. for the hell of it I began to slip in a third. He let out a sound that made me even more horny. I placed Dr. G on his stomach and began to fuck him doggystyle. "Damn Nik, give me that shit. I've been dreaming about this since the day you walked into my class late as hell. Fuck me nigga!!! Don't stop", this turned me on and I was about to cum, but I caught myself and calmed down. I slowly began to grind him and emerged even more of my dick into his tightly shaven love. Dr. G's legs started to shake and I knew he was close... so I deliberately pulled out. "What the hell baby put it back in", he begged. "No its my turn. Time to switch it up." I'm a firm believer that versatile sex is the best sex and with Dr. G I was going for nothing but the best. Dr. G turned over and his 8.5 inch penis was hard as Finite mathematics and thick as hell. I instantly regretted asking for it. I could handle the length, but all that girth was questionable. He began to lube me up and place himself inside me. With enough lubricaton he fucked me senseless for about 30 minutes when my phone rang. I grabbed in with no intention of answering, but I saw that it was Maverick. As I moaned I was thinking Mav would have to wait until later. Dr. G continued to stroke me and tell me how it takes him forever to cum. "Oh shit, one of those", I thought. You know; the guys who can fuck literally all night long. It sounds wonderful, but when you're close and he isn't this isn't always the ideal situation. My phone vibrated and I knew that meant I had a new text message. "I have to check that-- it may be important", I said as I reached for my phone, but Dr. G pushed my phone further away and put more of himself inside of me. I started to cum without touching myself and it was the most amazing orgasm I'd had in well over a year. I was waiting patiently for Dr. G to soon follow, but this didn't happen. After about two minutes of enduring this excess pleasure I got bored. I decided to open one of the condoms strewn about the bed and insert it on my index finger. When Dr. G was least expecting it I shoved my finger as deep in his ass as I could possibly go and he screamed and began to shake vigorously. I laughed to myself because this technique never failed me. No energizer bunny tonight. As Dr. G rolled over and began trying to catch his breath I reached over and read my text message. It was from Maverick. "I don't want you to panic, but Keegan is in the hospital and you should get here now." It was as if I was in a trance I jumped up and into my clothes and was out of there quicker than a thief in the night. I told excuse my friend needed me and I had to go. I rushed out of the door... out of his gated community and onto the freeway....(to be continued).