If YOU SCRATCH MY BACK I’LL SCRATCH YOURS
Featuring an expert opinion on man tools
Being a urologist isn’t the most glamorous job in the world. I examine infected male sexual organs all week; hundreds of them that I never have enough free time for myself much less a social life. So when I found out I was off-duty next Friday, I decided to go out and have fun.
I put on some makeup and my tight black tube dress. I let my friends drag me to the club and promised them that tonight I’m gonna let loose. And I did. I drank and shook my hips. My girls and I owned the dance floor.
Not long after, I could feel someone’s hard-on against my ass. I turned around and came face-to-face with a very attractive man. We grinded, his hands moving up and down my body. He was perfect hookup material except I couldn’t help but notice how his hand would subtly reach down for his crotch. A little too frisky for my tastes.
Around the third or fourth time I caught him do it, I asked if everything was fine. “Yeah just fixing my hardon” he replied, kissing my neck. “Wanna get out of here?” he whispered. Before I could reply, he was pulling me towards the men’s restroom. Our mouths met hungrily sending a rush of wetness between my legs.
“Suck me,” he pleaded. As soon as he pulled down his pants, a familiar fishy smell hit me. I froze.
“C’mon baby,” he said putting my hand on his cock and feeling weird bumps and rashes around it. I exhaled, knelt down and came face-to-face with the nastiest-looking cock I’ve seen in my life and trust me, as a doctor I thought I’ve seen the worst of them.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked. I stood up and bolted out the door. I was gagging and not in a good way.