Troy’s Experiences: Three Loads From The Doctor (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Okay guys. Last month I told you about the absolute nightmare with that crazy dude from Grindr. The one who had me travel all the way across the city only to leave me standing outside a building like a complete fool. Being stood up hit harder than I expected. It left this lingering sour taste that made every new message feel risky. If you missed that particular mess you can go back and read it here.

I needed time after that. I deleted the apps and stayed away from every hookup platform for a full month. In truth it had already been a couple of months since I had been with anyone. The isolation felt necessary at first. I wanted the memory of that wasted evening to fade before I risked another. Eventually the quiet became its own kind of heavy. I decided to give people another chance but on different terms. Grindr still felt tainted so I opened Hinge instead.

Logging back in felt strangely comforting. A handful of likes waited for me. Scrolling through them brought a small smile. It felt good simply to be back and seen again. Then one profile stopped me cold. Thomas. His picture showed him standing in a pool with the water reaching just below his shoulders. His back and shoulders were flexed in a natural way that revealed real definition without any forced posing. Something about the ease of it caught my attention at once. I matched with him before I could second guess the decision.

Thomas turned out to be a doctor who ran his own clinic in the city. Our early messages stayed light and unhurried. We traded a few flirty lines but nothing felt rushed or demanding.

I typed: That pool picture is unfair. You know that right?

He answered: Unfair in a good way I hope.

Me: Very good way. Doctor by day and pool model by weekend?

Thomas: More like a doctor who finally steals an hour to himself. Your smile in your pictures is the real unfair part.I laughed at the phone. The conversation continued in that same easy rhythm. He asked about my day. I told him about being a writer and the small frustrations that came with writer’s block. He answered with a quiet story about a nurse who kept mixing up patient charts in the most harmless and funny ways. Nothing about him felt forced. Still the memory of the last disaster sat firmly in the back of my mind so I stayed careful. I had no intention of meeting the first weekend or even the second. This time I wanted the pace to feel right. No ignoring quiet warning signs. No rushing simply because loneliness had started to press again.

Thomas never pushed. He carried zero red flags that I could find. When I told him I take a long time to feel comfortable with strangers even when the goal is only something casual, he simply said he understood. He told me to say yes only when I actually felt ready. That patience did more for me than any amount of dirty talk ever could.

We spoke almost every day for nearly three weeks. Some messages stayed flirty. Many of them stayed ordinary and that was what slowly won me over. What did you eat today? What show are you watching? How did that dinner with your friend go? He answered with small stories from the clinic. A patient who insisted on bringing homemade cookies for the entire staff. A nurse who sang off key during the late shifts and somehow made everyone laugh instead of complain. The conversations felt normal. They felt sane. After the ridiculous experience the month before that simple sanity made me smile more than once.

Whenever he gently raised the idea of meeting I found reasons to delay. Work’s keeping me busy. Something came up. Next weekend would be better.He never grew annoyed. He stayed calm and simply kept the conversation alive. The caution inside me loosened a little more each day. Eventually I said yes. He mentioned that he lived with a roommate so hosting would be difficult and he’d look for a hotel. I was fine with that. Then Friday morning at 8, my phone lit up with an Airbnb link for a cozy one bedroom apartment.

“How do you like this?”

I stared at the screen for a long moment. The man was asking me first before booking anything. It sounds like the bare minimum and maybe it is. Still after everything that had happened with the last guy, the simple act of giving me the choice felt like genuine respect.

I replied: Looks really cozy.

Thomas: Can I book it for tonight?

I hesitated. I opened maps and studied the area. It looked decent and quiet. The Airbnb reviews sat at almost all five stars. I went back through the pictures on his profile. One showed him in a black shirt and white glasses with black pants. The shirt stretched so tightly across his chest that I laughed out loud. It also made him look incredibly hot. Another was the familiar pool shot. One more showed him with friends where his smile looked easy and open. Every picture made the corner of my mouth lift without effort. I finally typed the words: Looks good. Book it.

I tossed the phone onto the bed and giggled like an idiot for a few seconds. Then I picked it up again and checked the distance properly. One hour forty five minutes from my place. My heart sank a little. That wasn’t a short trip for a first meeting. I texted him at once.

“Hey. Did you book the place?”

He sent a screenshot of the confirmation. “Yes. I am excited to see you.”

I almost wanted to cancel. After the last time, the long trip felt like a risk I might regret. Yet every time I thought about Thomas, the smile returned. I decided to give the night a real chance. “Same, see you tonight,” I replied.I spent the rest of the day writing and trying not to overthink the distance. Around 4, I stepped into the shower. At 4:30, a text arrived while I still stood in my towel in my bedroom deciding what to wear.

Thomas: You leave yet? I’ll be there by six. Had another doctor take the shift for me.

Me: Just got out of the shower.

Thomas: Troy!!! Don't make me wait. I can’t wait to see you.

I smiled at the screen and dressed quickly. I almost avoided the green t-shirt. It was the same one I had worn the night I got stood up. A small part of my brain insisted it carried bad luck. The rest of me wanted to stop letting that earlier night control even the smallest decisions. The crocodile logo still looked good on me so I pulled the shirt on with jet black jeans. I sprayed my favourite Dior Sauvage and left within fifteen minutes.

The entire ride became a quiet exchange of messages. Thomas kept me updated. He left the clinic. He reached home and showered. He was on his way to the Airbnb. He had checked in. I kept sending my own ETA. The conversation with Thomas felt a lot like the earlier guy but this time I carried the exact apartment number and the booking confirmation already saved in my messages. My heart stayed calmer. The closer I drew the more at ease I felt.

I reached around 6:15. The elevator ride upward was quiet. Nervous excitement sat warm in my chest. Soft music played from inside the apartment when I reached the door. I knocked once.

The door opened and Thomas stood there. The same man from the pictures yet better in every way. Fitter. Hotter. More present in the flesh. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jet black jeans. Exactly the same colours I had worn. We both noticed at the same moment and laughed.

“Oh hi.”

“Hi Thomas. You are so much more handsome in person.”

The white glasses rested on his face. A neat beard framed a smile that looked both warm and a little shy. He looked solid and inviting.

“Thank you. And you are much cuter than your pictures.”Heat rose in my cheeks as I stepped inside. The apartment was small and simple. A bed faced the television. A tiny kitchen sat to one side. A window let in the last of the evening light. We settled on the edge of the bed and talked for a while without hurry.

“You look so much fitter than your pictures, " I said. The green t-shirt hugged his chest tightly. The shape of his pecs showed clear and defined beneath the fabric. I kept catching my own gaze lingering there.

He smiled. “Thank you. Come closer.”

I shifted until our knees touched. His hand rested lightly on my thigh. The conversation stayed easy for several more minutes. Then the space between us simply disappeared. We kissed. It began slow and curious. His mouth tasted clean. His hands moved over my back with a respect that still felt sure. The green t-shirt came off first. The body underneath was shaved smooth and solid. Real muscle without looking exaggerated. I ran my hands across his chest and felt the warmth of living skin.

He pulled my shirt off next. We kept kissing while hands explored without rush. I reached for the front of his jeans and found him already half hard. When I freed him the cock that settled into my hand was pretty. About six inches. Nice shape. Clean. I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He smelled like soap and skin. No heavy scent. The taste was simply him. Clean with nothing bitter left afterward.

I worked his cock slowly at first. Tongue along the underside. Lips tight around the head. He made a soft sound and his hand settled gently in my hair. I took more of him and kept a steady rhythm. Thirty seconds later his thighs tensed hard and he came.

“Fuck. I really needed to get that out of my system.”

He came with a quiet groan. Warm pulses crossed my tongue. I swallowed and stayed there a moment longer before pulling off. He looked a little embarrassed and a little relieved at the same time.

“Sorry. That was faster than I planned.”

I laughed quietly. “Don’t apologise. It was hot.”

He cleaned up in the shower quickly and returned to the bed. We stretched out together and kissed again. Slower this time. Hands roaming without any urgency. The quick first load seemed to settle something inside him. He became more present. More playful.

After a while he stood and stretched. I am a little tense from the gym. Mind if I smoke on the balcony?

I followed him. He stepped outside naked and sat on the small chair. I leaned in the doorway and simply watched. The evening air moved across his skin. He lit the cigarette and took a slow drag. The muscles in his shoulders shifted with the motion. I couldn’t look away.

When he finished he stubbed it out and came back inside. I offered a massage without thinking twice. He lay face down on the bed and I climbed over him. My hands worked across his back. The solid muscle under my palms felt good and warm. I pressed along his shoulders and down the long line of his spine. He made low sounds of approval. When I reached the base of his neck and pressed carefully he let out a longer breath.

“Fuck yeah. Right there.”

I kept going. My hands slid lower. Eventually I leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. He tilted his head to give me more room and the soft moan that left him made my own cock harden fully against his thigh. I kissed again. He pushed back slightly into the contact.

We switched after a while. He told me to lie on my stomach. His hands were strong and sure as they worked over my back and then lower. When he reached my ass the pressure changed. Thumbs dug in carefully. Then one finger traced the cleft and pressed gently. I lifted my hips a little without meaning to. He added a second touch. Slow and testing. The stretch felt good. My breathing changed.

“Can I fuck you?”

I nodded and moved onto all fours right away. He reached for the nightstand. Condoms and lube already waited there. He had come prepared. The sound of the wrapper and the cool slide of the lube made my pulse jump. He positioned himself behind me and the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. He pushed in slowly. The stretch was solid but manageable. Six inches filled me in a steady slide until his hips met my ass.

He stayed still for a moment and rubbed my lower back. “Is this good?”

“Yes. Keep going.”He started to move. Deep steady thrusts. Not rushed. Every stroke went all the way in and pulled almost all the way out. The friction felt perfect. I pushed back to meet him and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the small room. His hands held my hips firmly but without force.

“Sorry for making you travel so far,” he said between breaths.

I laughed even as he drove into me again. “I think it was worth it.”

He smiled against my shoulder. “Next time, I’ll book something closer to your place.”

Next time. The words settled somewhere warm in my chest. I nodded and stopped thinking about the travel or the earlier caution or anything else. I simply took what he gave me. He varied the angle until he found the spot that made my arms shake. Then he stayed there and worked it with short focused thrusts. My cock leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath me. He reached around and stroked me in time with his hips. The dual sensation pulled a long moan out of my throat.

He lasted longer this time. The rhythm stayed controlled until the end. When he came he pressed deep and held still. I felt the condom fill with heat. His forehead rested against my back for a few seconds while he caught his breath. Then he pulled out carefully and tied the condom off.

We collapsed onto the bed together. For a while we simply lay there talking in low voices. Random things. The clinic. A show we both liked. How the Airbnb had a better wifi signal than his own place. It felt easy. Comfortable.

Later he stood and went to the small kitchen. He came back with two cans of coke and a bag of snacks. We sat on the bed naked and ate. My eyes kept drifting over him. The defined chest. The way his cock rested soft against his thigh. The easy way he moved even while chewing. Even with food in front of us I couldn’t stop looking at his cock.

He noticed. “Even with all these snacks around you look hungry for something else.”

I shifted on the bed. He stood and walked closer until he stood right in front of me. His cock was already filling again. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth for the second time. This one lasted.

I stayed down and didn’t pull away. What began as a normal blowjob stretched on and on until I realised I had kept him in my mouth for a full twenty minutes without once coming up for more than a quick breath through my nose. I have never managed that with anyone before. My jaw started to ache and my lips felt swollen, yet I loved every second of the stretch and the weight of him on my tongue. On every upstroke I dragged my tongue firmly along the underside, tasting clean skin and the faint salt of his precum. Then I sank back down until my nose pressed into the soft skin of his stomach and his cock filled my throat completely. Spit ran freely down my chin and dripped onto his balls. One of his hands stayed tangled in my hair while the other braced on my shoulder, steadying himself as soft curses spilled out of him each time I swallowed around the head.

“Fuck Troy. Your mouth.”

I hummed in answer and kept going. The taste stayed clean. The weight of him on my tongue felt perfect. When he finally got close his breathing turned rough. I pushed deeper and held him there. He came hard. Thick pulses shot straight down my throat. I swallowed around him and stayed in place until the last tremor passed. Only then did I pull off slowly. Strings of spit connected my lips to his cock for a second before I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He looked down at me with blown pupils and a soft smile. “That was the longest anyone has ever kept me in their mouth.”

I grinned up at him. “Worth every second.”

Afterward we lay tangled together while the room cooled. The clock on the wall showed how late it had become. I sat up and reached for my clothes with real reluctance.

“Fuck. It’s late.”

He watched me from the bed. “You can’t stay? I am really enjoying your company.”

“I wish I could. But I have to go. The drive back is long and I have things early tomorrow.”

He nodded without argument and stood. We dressed slowly. He walked me to the door and paused with his hand on the handle. Then he leaned in and kissed me properly. Soft at first and then deeper.

“I want to see you again. Soon.”

I smiled against his mouth. “Yeah. Me too.”

I stepped out into the hallway still smiling. The elevator ride down felt lighter than the one going up. The long ride home didn’t bother me. Every time I thought about the green t-shirts or the way he had asked before booking the place or the three loads he had given me, the smile came back without effort.

So that’s the story guys. After the worst stand up of my life I met a calm doctor who waited three weeks without pressure. Who booked a place only after I said yes. Who came prepared. Who gave me three loads in one night and still walked me to the door like a gentleman. Sometimes the cautious choice turns out to be the best one. Thomas proved that in the best possible way.

If you made it this far I hope you are smiling too. Or maybe you had to take care of yourself somewhere in the middle. Either way, tell me what you thought. And if you want more of these real nights you can find them here.Stay filthy.