I was certain it was Andy, that fit hard stud who had danced the night away with me and his buddies.
Now I was standing in line waiting for my air pilots medical and I was horny.
I kept thinking of how I had been taken and used on the dance floor last night. How all those sexy men had used me, stripped me and fucked my tight hole, while encouraging others to grind against my body. It had been great.
Andy, ( I was almost certain it was him ), was moving down the line with his clipboard, checking details.
I was next.
I couldn't help the tent in my briefs. I kept thinking about his lips as he had devoured me ferociously, and his tongue as it snaked inside my open mouth. He had tasted divine and he still smelled great. Same musky deodorant and body wash. Fuck, I was getting off on his smell alone.
Then his eyes met mine and I gasped as he leaned forward and cupped my balls in his firm hand. I hadn't thought he'd try anything here but I'd been wrong.
"Hi stud," he whispered so no-one else could hear.
"Glad to see me again?" and he ran his fingers over my firm but aching bum cheeks.
He called out to another nurse at the front of the queue, "This one must see Doc Sanders pronto. Make it happen. Now. No time to lose."
I found myself being ushered past the row of candidates, all looking at me enquiringly. The next I knew I was in a private waiting room with a medical exam table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by a fit, tanned, forty something man in a doctor's white coat with a stethoscope around his neck.
"Hi there," he greeted me. "I'm Doctor Sanders. Nurse Clarke said you had to be seen urgently. What's that all about?" and he leaned forward, hands on knees and legs spread wide.
"Andy takes his job very seriously so I'm sure it must be something important to get him to jump the queue for you. You do know him don't you?"
"Mm mmm."
He peered at me over the top of his glasses, his eyes wandering down from mine to my straining cock that still tented my pants. I was completely naked except for those briefs.How could I tell him about my evening at Chapter 8, the gay club in Wardour Street? Or what Andy had done to me and I had encouraged.
Just then Andy boldly entered the room without knocking and looked at me with a smirk on his pretty lips and a glint in his eye.
"Hi there darling," he said. "Remember me?" He stood in front of me and ran his hands down my shoulders, along my arms and down my back. He looked over at the doctor and smiled.
"Well doc, are you in for a treat. Pete here needs a medical to get into the RAF and will do just about anything to get it. Want me to assist?" and he raised and wiggled his sexy eyebrows.
"I met him last night and I gotta say he is some cool mover on the dance floor. Kept me and half dozen of my mates entertained for hours. He's got great stamina too. Could'a kept it up all night."
This was followed by a lewd grin and more eye brow wiggling. I just blushed beet red and Doc. Sanders convulsed in mirth.
"You young students," he quipped. "You're always up for some joke or other."
