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Chapter 9 - A shag a day keeps the doctor away (Honk!)

Chapter 9 – A shag a day keeps the doctor away (Honk!)

Chapter Song – Weather To Fly - Elbow

Harold and I sat on a white leather sofa outside the doctor’s office. Today was my scheduled appointment. I wasn’t anxious or anything. I was just a little fidgety. Fine … I was really nervous.

I didn’t like hospitals. Why did everything have to be so white? White floors, white walls, white ceiling, people wearing white, everything is freaking white! I mean, I was also white, but with a good tan. But still yo. Everything is so frigging white! And the smell … Ugh, the f*****g smell, it’s like the sanitation committee went apeshit and sprayed Febreze® in every nook and cranny. s**t. Ugh.

Har-har gave me a blank stare. Kinda like this (- ___ -) yeah, something like that. Actually no, it was much smaller coz he got a small pretty face (-_-) there! That’s the shiz. Exactly like that, “Matt, I can see you cursing in your head,” It was like Harold could read my mind. Aw s**t.

“I ain’t cursin’ baby. I’m a good boy now,” Aw f**k.

“Hmm-mmm my aunt Fanny,” he pouted then smacked me in the shoulder, “You can curse when we make love, but not here. You sir need to behave.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I said. I got smacked again, “Uh, hit me again and I’ll kiss you,” He hit me again. And so I kissed him swiftly while no one was looking.

His hands were pushing me away but his mouth wasn’t, “Matt … stop it. You’re going to get horny and we won’t be able to control it. Stop … ungh …” I didn’t stop. How could I when he was making all these sexy sounds from the lowest alto to the raspiest vibrato. It was like listening to a porn soundtrack. That was how good he sounded.

“Matthew Holston, you may come in now,” went the announcement from the speakers. Dammit.

I almost toppled over when Harold pulled away from my lips. He pressed his forehead onto mine, rested to catch his breath, and then said, “Later. We’ll do this later. Now … the doctor,” He lowered his breath from my cheeks down to my lips to warm my mouth and said, “Let’s go.”

Harold and I sat on a white leather sofa … again … but now it was inside the doctor’s office. I felt like I wanted to s**t my pants when I saw who the doctor was. I believe the doctor felt like shitting his pants too when he saw me. We both kept our mouths shut and remained civil. But not for long as he started to speak, “So, you’re Matthew Holston. Right … Okay then,” He was the guy I fudged a long time ago. The rich snob who thought I was a w***e and threw five Benjamins to my face. Ain’t this a doozy?

I thought of how unlikely it was that I fudged my would-be doctor in the past. But then I realized that I practically had s*x with half of South Beach’s population so I wasn’t that much surprised. The doctor held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He tapped at the metal binder that held my papers. Harold was ever the supportive boyfriend as he sat close to me, tracing circles in my palm with his cute dainty little fingers.

The good doctor gave one last tap on the board, looked up, and then made for my much-awaited diagnosis, “I won’t be yammering about details. If ten years of practice taught me anything, it’s keeping things simple for the common man. Hmm … this is really strange for me, Mr. Holston. It’d be to your benefit to know that I interned at the hospital you were admitted to when you had the car accident. Success rate for your operation then was very low. Your survival was a miracle. You were a medical success my boy. However, saving you came with the risk of sending you to a life of profound psychosomatic stress.”

He said he wasn’t gonna yammer but he was, “Doc. Just tell me what’s wrong with me, please.”

“Well, you have an enormous manhood because of two things. One, you were bit by a black widow. And two, you were given stage four anesthesia, which relieved you of the severe trauma your spinal column and genital area suffered when you smashed against the car’s windshield. The doctors needed to administer stage four anesthetic, which at your age was a gamble. It was a judgment call the doctors needed to make. It was either you go through the operation and suffer the symptoms later on in your adult life, or we lose you altogether. I believe the surgeons made the right call that day. Sometimes, when faced with a decision to end or save a life, we choose the latter. The symptoms can just go f**k themselves later. Um … How do I ask this question … Erm, can you tell me how long your erection usually lasts and what you do to relieve yourself?”

I wasn’t used to being asked about my s*x life, nor have I divulged information with regards to my carnal practices. I guess trust was something I needed to give to this familiar stranger. And with Harold’s future in mind, I made to speak the truth, “I bed with strangers to get me by. Only then will my erection cease. I’ve tried m**********g but it only provides temporary reprieve.”

I squeezed Har-har’s hand like it was some sort of stress ball. He was my emotional anchor. The doctor seemed to have processed what I said, and then he spoke with tact, “Understandable. You’ve a high level of adenosine in your bloodstream. It dilates the blood vessels which consequently restricts blood flow to your heart and p***s. And the only way to loosen up the narrow lining of your veins is to engage in s****l congress. Basically you need to have s*x once a day. Doctor’s orders,” he gestured at Harold.

With intrigue, I revisited his theory with my own words, “So, a shag a day keeps the doctor away?” I joked with a slightly quirked eyebrow.

The good doctor chuckled a bit, “Yes. You summed it up quite well,” He pulled something from his drawer, “Here are your lollipops. Have fun, you two.”

Harold took the lollipops then made an inquiry, “Does this mean Matt’s going to be alright? Lately his symptoms are not as strong as they used to be.”

“It’s because you guys f**k with emotions. There is less stress on your boyfriend’s heart when you guys make love. s*x with someone and m**********n are only temporary solutions to Mr. Holston’s problem. His adenosine levels go down when he loosens up emotionally. And that is with you. Let me tell you something about my two best friends. Their names are Endorphin and Serotonin. Endorphin becomes your best friend when you engage in daily physical activities. Seeing how buff your boyfriend is, I believe he’s got Endorphins as his posse. And when you make Endorphin your friend, it can block pain reception. Hence his palpitations no longer bring him pain. The only palpitations he’s having are the good kind; the kind that you guys get when you make love. On the other hand, Serotonin is what we call the ‘happy hormone’. You befriend Serotonin when you get to know Endorphin. And together they help regulate your nervous system’s functions, including appetite, sleep, learning, and mood.”

Everything the good doctor said opened my eyes. And it made me realize how lucky I was to have Harold in my life. I mean, f**k. I’ve been pummeling holes for years. It was all about the s*x. Not once have I loved someone I fudged. Who knew that this little boy beside me was going to be my cure? Now I loved him more than ever, “Thanks Doc.”

Harold and I walked to the underground parking lot where our car was. I opened the door for him then he sat himself in the passenger settee. I circled the car and settled in the driver’s seat. My mouth was dry and my heart was racing. I wondered if his was the same. I was teeming with pent-up s****l frustration. I believe he was too. I placed a warm hand on his thigh and it made his breath hitch. Our eyes locked and we knew what was coming. We couldn’t wait any longer, so we picked up where we left off from when we fondled outside the doctor’s office. He started by climbing into my personal space. He straddled me, and then hovered with a look of bestial aggression, “Matt. I’m your cure. And you haven’t taken it today,” he hissed sexily against my neck, just below the ear. His words resonated within me. The way he behaved was an action that turned me on. My balls tightened as arousal pushed into my bulging organ. I felt hard and thick as the stem of my erection pushed painfully against the zipper of my pants. Harold was like an intravenous shot of Viagra to me. I was a slave to him even with just the crook of his finger. The smallest of words and the slightest of touch –as long as it came from Harold– always sent delicious tingles up my spine, spiking my every vein with a kind of excitement that was palpable. Every muscle in my body hardened as we took our shirts off. I adjusted my seat to be pushed back as Har-har clamped my hips with his slim legs. His two feet pushed against the dashboard to allow for more room to move around, “Matt. I want you now,” Oh boy. Was he becoming a Roué too? Possibly.

I craned my neck upwards to the side to give his mouth better access on my neck. This was the most aggressive I’d seen of him. He was practically leaving hickeys everywhere. Jesus Christ … what had gotten into him? “Har, I’m so hard it hurts. Please go lower,” And that he did as he took a n****e in his mouth, then suckled hard like it was some sort of straw. I was cussing now and I knew that it was okay to spout all the vile curses for we were in the privacy of our tainted car. I also knew that I was getting his approval as his smile stretched against the skin of my chest, “Wait. We can still move further back. Let me just—” I pulled at the lever to push our seat backwards, giving us more room to devour one another, maximizing not just the space but the lovemaking too.

He arched his back like a cat to allow me to lower my zipper. He fumbled with his and easily lowered everything to pool around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing jeans so it was easy for him to undress. I on the other hand wore denim. Goddammit. It was hard to shrug them off. But still I managed as I hooked my hands to push down the hem of my waistband. Everything rested just above my knees and around the back of my thighs. I exposed the right amount of skin from my waist down to my knees, allowing Harold to maneuver himself freely over me. He lowered himself. Our bodies were now madly grinding against each other. He had such soft skin, particularly the region around the back of his knees, which I felt with my hands as I trailed my fingers from it all the way to the warmth of his inner thighs. I sucked and salivated on my fat index finger before pressing it against his ring. I then brought the middle finger to join as I scissored him, “Harold, I can’t breathe properly. I’m so f*****g hard. I need to be inside you,” I panted.

His response to my dire plea was a sweet little nod. I locked eyes with him as I pushed that first inch hard. His mouth hung open as my thickness seared his opening. I silenced his mewling cries by smashing my lips against his mouth. He cried my name as I rammed him in agonizing portions. It took a while for me to sink everything because my size spanned a full ruler. I left a few inches of myself outside his entrance for good measure. It was all Harold from here on out. My position wasn’t the best for mobility. He did most of the work by holding onto the handlebar to his right and the padding of the seat cushion to his left. He would press the tip of his toes against the dashboard to lean further up, and then he would crash down onto my erection by pushing down. He did this in a perpetual loop, over and over and over again. I watched as his face contorted into an expression of pleasure and then pain. I was being worshipped by my boyfriend and it was the best feeling in the world to have. His inner walls grinded with the kind of well-lubricated heat that drove me nuts, “Harold, I’m coming. Faster, please. It’s all on you, baby.”

I was sweating hard. I could hear my back make sticky sounds as Harold bounced in front of me. Harold was so tight. Everything that tickled concentrated on my tip. My shaft felt electric as I grazed and bruised the lining of his slick heat. His breathing became labored when I brought my hand down to palm his s*x. He was leaking in my hand as I worked him from base to tip. It only took a half a minute of stroking for Harold to erupt. He coated my chest generously. Fat ropes of cream spattered against my chin which I was more than happy to lick. His whole body shuddered as he unloaded all his frustrations into that one singular euphoric release. He lowered his face to hiss into my forehead. His breathing fanned my hair as I made an effort to pummel harder. I bit my lower lip. I curled my toes inside my shoes. I grabbed hard on his thighs. And I screamed my boyfriend’s name as restraint thinned and gave way to an explosive discharge. The release blinded my consciousness as I unloaded to the last drop. It was the best feeling in the world to have my essence deposited inside my lover. Harold wasn’t gonna get prego, but he sure was pregnant with my love as I stirred it inside of him, “A shag a day keeps the doctor away,” I breathed against his lips as we shared a kind of kiss that wasn’t soft. It was hard and aggressive.