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Living in the Midwest, business trips to the warmer climes were always a treat. Several of us were pleased that the annual business conference that we regularly attended was in Florida on the coast, just north of Miami. The annual conference was a mixed bag of business meetings and social evenings that all of us looked forward to attending. This one seemed to have all of us in high spirits and we were full of enthusiasm. We arrived on a Sunday afternoon, late, and taxied to the hotel. It was incredibly warm, and our little coterie spent the first couple of hours of Florida sunshine at poolside, throwing off the clothes and dabbing on the sunscreen. Coupled with a gallon or so of pina coladas, we were totally enjoying our first day. We showered and cleaned up for dinner, and all of us were heavy into the seafood. We have great steaks at home, but fresh seafood is not always available. While we were mid-way through our meal, however, one of the guys in our group started feeling queasy and quietly slipped out and went back to his room. I was a bit worried about Ron, and I went to check on him a bit later. Thankfully I did, because he was seemingly deathly ill, and I scooped him up and we taxied to the hospital. They did the emergency room exercise, and emptied his stomach, with the advice that he had had some bad shellfish, or was allergic to shellfish, or some such, but that he would recover. I had a long talk with the doctor, who was very concerned with his situation and said that he would call me to check on his status. Indeed, Ron was a very sick puppy at this point! The ER released him on my signature and we taxied back to the hotel. Coincidence that it was, he was in the hotel room next to mine, and by explaining to the hotel that he was very ill, they permitted the connecting door to be opened so that I could look in on him and make sure that he was okay through the night. I was a bit annoyed that his status was causing me to miss out on the evening’s fun, but it goes with the territory when you are the boss on a business trip! I ordered enough booze to keep me mellow while playing nursemaid. Ron seemed to be sleeping through it pretty well, though his color was not very pretty. The telephone brought me out of a deep sleep, and I quickly grabbed it so as to not disturb Ron. The voice on the end of the line was the doctor from the emergency room at the hospital, checking on Ron’s condition. Groggy as I was, it took me a few stumbling moments to realize just who it was, and to realize that he was actually in the hotel lobby and asking if he might come up to look in on Ron. He explained that he had left the hospital and had forgotten to call, but since he was passing near the hotel, he decided to just stop in. When I finally was sufficiently awake to understand all this, I apologized and gave the good doctor the room number and he said he would be right up. I answered the door, and led him in to Ron, where he did some doctoral examination things. When he finished up, I motioned for him to follow me through to my adjoining room. He told me that Ron was doing just fine, and though he would be weak for a few days, there was no danger of further food poisoning. He seemed to be lingering, and I thought it was appropriate to offer him a drink. He readily accepted, saying that he was off duty, and not on call, and he would appreciate a drink. I poured a stiff one for him. He sort of sniffed his armpit as he reached for the drink, and recoiled, saying that we would both feel better if he could freshen up. Grinning with him, I pointed him to the bathroom, and he stepped into the shower, and reappeared shortly with a towel draped around his middle. I had not noticed how strikingly handsome he was, until he was sitting relaxed and having a drink with me. Nor had I noticed how nice his body was under the hospital garb: muscular, with well-formed pecs, and a thick thatch of blonde hair squarely in the middle of his chest. We talked in an easy conversation, and there was the unmistakable warmth of mutual attraction. We were completely at ease, chatting as though we were long time friends in one of those rare moods and moments of instant camaraderie. When I turned out the lamp so that we could better enjoy the view of the water of the ocean and the lights of the metropolis, it was truly romantic; soft music, the sound and scenes of the ocean, the stars and the city lights…and a nearly naked handsome doctor sitting next to me. We sat quietly for a long time, listening to music, neither of us speaking. Then for some reason and with no warning or indication that it was going to happen, we both stood simultaneously and reached for each other. It was absolutely the most natural thing in the world to do, ever in my life. I had never kissed a man. But I certainly needed no lessons. Our lips were locked for an unknown passage of time. When time began again, our groins were pressed together, and erotic and sensual arousal was complete for us both. His towel had fallen off, and I somehow had kicked away whatever I was wearing. Both of us knew that we had to be flesh to flesh and we nearly melted together with the heat of the closeness. If I could remember the step-by-step events to relate to you, I would gladly detail them. But the passion caused all thought to run together in a black velvet fog of knowing only that his body and mine existed only to pleasure each other, and we were lost in each other. I had never performed oral sex on any man, but that did not stop me from devouring his cock and I could not get enough of his hard manhood into my mouth. I was aware that he was sucking me, but I only cared about sucking him, giving him the most pleasure that I might be able to do. My erection was harder and longer than it had ever been in my life, and I was on a different plane of the planet, it was so good to be doing what we were doing with each other. I had the conscious thought that this was a big dick and a thick dick and that it was mine to have and to hold and to pleasure, and I did. Somehow we got to the bed, and somehow he was on his back and I was on top of him, smothering him with my kisses and bearing down on his body. He spread his legs from under me, and the natural instincts of the human male were driving me to find entry with my object of penetration, and soon, the instincts were satisfied. I was buried inside of him, and I was thrusting with a power and an urgency to seek relief by fucking that I had never felt before. His body was responding in the same manner, as the receptacle of my lust. When I had my orgasm, he launched his as well, and we bucked and moaned together as our streams of juice flooded out. When it was through, I did not think that I could ever pull out, but he eased me off of him and we both went into the warm recovery mode. With the heat of passion now cooling, I wondered what had come over me! I had a weird combination of guilt and embarrassment, a strange sensation that I had just done something that I should not have been doing, something I had never done, things that I had only vaguely related to as others doing it, but never me! I showered, wordless, and he passed me going to the shower as I exited, wordless. I was sitting in the chair with a stiff scotch, staring at the ocean grimly, when he returned. I was angry: at myself, or at him, or both of us. I had not ever done this before. He opened the door a bit and the ocean sounds came rushing in and they were deafening it seemed. He spoke softly, “What are you thinking?” I could not form words at that moment, and I kept my silence. He walked over to me, and he cradled my head in his hands, standing next to me, seated in the chair. I could not speak, could not move. Motionless I was. But he was not. His hands were stroking my head softly, and the towel that was covering him was betrayed by the rising erection that I could feel against my shoulder. I turned my head, and I could not help doing what I did, and I opened wide and took his cock as deeply and as lustfully as I could. His need was quick in forthcoming, and his spurts of cum were my reward and they were hungrily received. I sank back into my chair, and just as quickly he was between my legs and swallowing my hard-on with hot wet strokes. And again, I could not help myself, and I unloaded with volume and power as though I had been storing it up for ages, not minutes. Once again, we were wordless. He spoke softly, “What are you thinking, please tell me?” I was silent for a long while, as he stroked my inner thighs. Finally, I cleared my throat and told him what I was thinking. “I do not even know your name,” I rasped. His laugh started soft and low and guttural and grew to a hysterically funny laugh that was contagious, and we were both shushing each other with the unintended hilarity of my comment. We finally caught breath enough to settle down, but during all of that merriment, he was getting dressed. “Just call me Doctor,” he smiled as he eased himself to the door. He told me that he would be back in the morning, ostensibly to check on Ron. Next morning, he did come back. If you want to hear more about The Good Doctor, write me at dimens53@aol.com