Johnny checked his phone on his late afternoon coffee break, and found a message from Ryan sent an hour or so ago that nearly made him fall off his chair in surprise:

If I bring the lab coat, will you be the doctor?

He re-read it a couple of times; wanting to be sure he’d got it right before replying:

Sure, we can do that. What sort of examination will you require? He decided to be cautious. He didn’t want to jump to the wrong conclusion and freak Ryan out again. The poor guy had gone as stiff as a board when Johnny had tried to lick his arse yesterday.

But Ryan’s reply came back immediately as though he’d been waiting for Johnny to answer. And the message was gloriously unambiguous:

A prostate examination.

Johnny stared at the words, a flush prickling his skin as he imagined Ryan letting him do that. The idea of getting his fingers inside Ryan was insanely hot, and Johnny wasn’t even entirely sure why he wanted it so much. He’d always been more of a bottom than a top. Topping was okay, but it wasn’t Johnny’s favourite. Bottoming took him to places that topping couldn’t. Coming when he had a cock in his arse was infinitely more intense and amazing than the alternative, so right from the first time he tried it—okay the second time, because the first time he hadn’t used enough lube and that hadn’t been great—Johnny had always preferred to bottom, and was very happy hooking up with guys who were 100 percent tops. The more attention his own arse got the better as far as Johnny was concerned.

Yet the idea of introducing Ryan to his prostate was incredibly appealing. He wondered whether Ryan would ever want to try being fucked. Johnny hoped he might; it would be awesome to be the first to do that for him.

Shaking himself out of his daydreams, Johnny quickly typed: I can definitely take care of that.

Thank you, doctor.

Johnny grinned. Ryan was in role already? If that’s how they were going to play it, Johnny could give as good as he got.

I’ll see you in my office at 9 p.m. sharp then.

Johnny had a quick snack when he got home, then hurried to shower. Afterwards, he dressed in the most formal clothes he owned: a pair of grey trousers he’d bought for interviews and a shirt and tie. He reckoned that would help him look the part. Leaving his eyeliner off for once, he tied his hair back. Eyeing himself critically in the mirror he thought it was a shame he didn’t wear glasses. Glasses would have perfected the sexy doctor look.

Next he tidied his desk, leaving out his laptop and a pad of paper and pen because he thought those added to the fantasy. Finally he laid out the lube, some tissues, and some latex gloves that he’d nicked from the first aid kit at work. Doctors probably used K-Y Jelly rather than Back Door Relaxing Anal Glide, but this would have to do.

It was only when he heard the doorbell that Johnny realised he probably shouldn’t go down to answer the door dressed like this, otherwise his outfit would lead to all sorts of awkward questions. Ryan having to interact with one of Johnny’s housemates was definitely the lesser of two evils. So Johnny cracked his door open and listened. Sure enough, Shawn yelled up the stairs, “Johnny, you’ve got a visitor.”

“I’m in my room,” Johnny called back. “Come on up.” He quickly closed the door, then stationed himself in his desk chair, laptop open in front of him pretending to look busy while his heart pounded hard with nerves and anticipation. His browser was open at a page about rectal examinations, because that seemed appropriate.

There was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he said, keeping his eyes on the screen until he heard the door open. Then he turned, spinning around on his desk chair, and gave Ryan a polite smile and a nod.

Ryan stood uncertainly in the doorway, a carrier bag in one hand. “Here’s the lab coat.”

“Thanks.” Johnny stood and held out his hand to take it as Ryan approached. He got it out and pulled it on quickly, brushing out the creases.

“Hello, Mr, um….” Johnny realised he didn’t know Ryan’s surname.

“Ellis,” Ryan replied quickly.

“Have a seat, Mr Ellis.”

Johnny gestured to the bed. It would have been good if he could have borrowed a chair from downstairs, but again, that would have led to questions.

“Thank you.” Ryan sat down. His lips twitched as though he was trying not to grin, and his cheeks were flushed pink. He was dressed casually in jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie with his usual trainers.

“So, what can I do for you today?”

“I’m here for a prostate examination,” Ryan said, flush deepening.

“Okay, Mr Ellis. And is there any reason for that?” Johnny asked. “Have you had any problems?”

“Uh, no. Not really.” Ryan shrugged. “I just thought it would be a good idea to have it checked.”

“Yes that’s very wise. I recommend that all men check their prostates regularly. If I do that for you today, then I can show you how to find it yourself in future. Sometimes massaging it can be very beneficial. It’s good for releasing tension.” Johnny couldn’t help giving Ryan a dirty grin.

Ryan’s mask slipped as he smiled too, then he cleared his throat and composed himself again. “Yes. So I’ve heard. So perhaps you can give me some tips on how to do that.”

“Absolutely. Okay.” Johnny rubbed his hands together briskly. He picked up the latex gloves and started to pull them on. Ryan’s eyes widened. “Just drop your trousers and underwear and bend over for me. You can lean on the desk, or get on all fours on the bed if you prefer.” Johnny gave Ryan the choice, so that he’d feel a little more in control and hopefully more comfortable.

Ryan chose the desk. Johnny turned away to give him some privacy, making sure the gloves were in place as he listened to the rustle of clothing and movement behind him. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Ryan said.

Johnny picked up the lube and turned back. Fuck. The sight of Ryan bent over his desk sent a jolt of heat to Johnny’s groin. He was reminded vividly of Ryan fucking him in this position, and the role reversal here was a huge turn on.

Ryan’s head was hanging down and he didn’t look at Johnny as he approached. His fists were clenched where they rested on the desk, betraying his tension.

“Right, Mr Ellis. This won’t hurt, but it may be a little uncomfortable at first, and the lubricant will feel cold. I need you to try and relax for me.” Johnny kept his voice smooth and professional, which was a challenge when he had a boner tenting his slacks. A quick glance down showed that Ryan’s dick was soft, and Johnny wished he could suck Ryan first to get him in the mood, but Ryan seemed very much in his role as patient and Johnny didn’t want to spoil that. “If you need me to stop at any point, just say. Okay?” Johnny said meaningfully, hoping Ryan understood that was Johnny talking and not the doctor.

“Okay.” Ryan met his gaze for a second and Johnny saw a flash of comprehension that reassured him.

Heart pounding and hands shaking a little, Johnny slicked the forefinger of his right hand. Then he squeezed out an extra blob of lube onto the tip. “Spread your legs a little, please.” Ryan obeyed, widening his stance. But his hole was still buried between the firm muscles of his glutes. Johnny used his left hand to part Ryan’s cheeks, and there it was. Small and tight, and looking remarkably unwilling to be penetrated.

Ryan tensed as Johnny rubbed the blob of lube in, making the muscle even tighter at first. “Try and relax please, Mr Ellis. It will be more comfortable for you if you can.”

“Sorry,” Ryan said shakily.

Johnny kept rubbing gently in small circles. “Take a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. Try and relax on the exhale.” Ryan sucked in a breath and blew out. Johnny felt a slight give. “That’s good, and again.” On the second exhale there was more noticeable unclenching. Johnny just kept rubbing, taking his time, exerting gentle pressure. Finally after a few more breaths the tip of his finger slipped in. Jesus, he was tight. Ryan tensed again, but only for a couple of seconds before consciously relaxing and letting Johnny push in a little deeper.

“Is that all right?” Johnny asked.

“Feels weird.” Ryan’s voice sounded as tense as his arsehole was.

“It will do if this is a new experience. Just let your body get used to it as long as it’s not too painful.”

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just… really strange.”

Johnny pushed in further. With him standing it was hard for him to get the angle to reach for Ryan’s prostate, but for now he was just focused on getting Ryan comfortable with having something inside him. He slid his finger in and out slowly, feeling Ryan gradually relax and open a little more. Once Johnny thought Ryan was ready, he said, “I’m going to get a little more lube.” He carefully let his finger slip free and picked up the bottle of lube again. Then he sat down in his desk chair and positioned himself slightly to the side where he could lean forward to see Ryan’s cock. He was still soft, but Johnny wasn’t discouraged. This was a new experience for Ryan, and some guys didn’t get very hard with stuff in their butt even when they were really into it. As long as Ryan was happy to carry on, then he’d stick with it. “It will be easier for me to reach your prostate from here. Is it okay if I try again?”

“Yes.”

The fact that his finger went back in easily was a positive sign. Now he was seated it was easy for Johnny to curve his finger forward. He pumped it gently in and out a few times until Ryan gasped.

Pausing, Johnny asked, “Is that a good sound or a bad sound?”

“Not sure,” Ryan managed. He looked down between his legs to where his cock was starting to thicken and lift. “I guess it’s good? But it kind of feels like I’m going to piss myself.”

“That’s normal,” Johnny said. “You won’t though, don’t worry. Are you okay for me to continue with the examination?”

“Yes, doctor.” Ryan glanced sideways and gave Johnny a quick grin before letting his head hang down again.

Johnny went back to sliding his finger in and out, trying to focus on the spot that had made Ryan gasp before. “Everything feels normal, you’ll be glad to know. And please don’t be embarrassed about getting an erection, that’s a very usual reaction. I’m sure you know that the prostate is an erogenous zone. I’m used to this happening with my patients. Some men even ejaculate from having their prostates stimulated.”

“So I believe.” Ryan sounded a little breathless. His cock was more than half-hard now, Johnny watched it slowly crank up a little higher as he carried on with what he was doing.

“Well your prostate is definitely normal. Would you like me to carry on massaging it for you while you’re here? As I said before, prostate massage can be very beneficial. Also, research shows that regular ejaculation reduces your risk of prostate cancer.”

“Is that actually true?” Ryan turned to meet Johnny’s gaze, and Johnny knew that question was all Ryan and not part of the role play.

“Yeah it is.” Johnny grinned. Then he put on his serious face again. “Of course, Mr Ellis. You can trust me on that. I am a doctor after all.”

Ryan chuckled. “Yes of course.”

“How about we try something different, so I can get a little deeper. If you take off your shoes and the lower half of your clothes then you can kneel on the bed. That way it will be even easier for me, and I can try using two fingers if you think you’re ready for more.”

“Um. Okay.”

Johnny stopped again, pulling his finger out so Ryan could straighten up and get out of his clothes. He took his hoodie off too, but left the T-shirt on. Johnny approved of that, having him partly clothed helped the fantasy. And Johnny was really enjoying the fantasy. He’d thought he would have enjoyed being on the receiving end more, and while he was sure he’d like that too, he was loving being the sexy doctor in charge of the situation. It helped that it was clearly doing it for Ryan.

Ryan crawled onto the bed but he went a little too far. Johnny wanted to stay standing, it helped him stay in role. “That’s great, Mr Ellis, but can you shuffle back this way a little so I can reach you? And then spread your thighs a little wider. That’s better.” With Ryan kneeling on the edge of the bed Johnny had perfect access to his arse. He’d also be able to touch his cock, which was hanging down, thick, hard, and tempting. Johnny’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking it, but that definitely wouldn’t be very professional. To be fair, a doctor wouldn’t offer to massage someone’s prostate either but there were limits to how far you could suspend your disbelief in a role play situation.

Johnny slicked his fingers again. “Right, let’s get back to this then. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Johnny pushed the first one back into Ryan who gave a little huff as it slid home. After working that in and out a few times, Johnny withdrew it almost all the way and introduced a second fingertip. He pushed in slowly, it felt really tight with two and Ryan groaned as he worked him inside. “Okay?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah,” Ryan bit out.

“You sure?” Johnny moved them experimentally, curving them, and rubbing the front wall where he knew it should feel good.

“It’s good. Just… intense.” Ryan was breathless, but his cock was still hard and as Johnny kept up the slow slide of his fingers precome beaded at the tip.

“Is it okay if I touch your c— um… penis?” Johnny winced. Penis wasn’t a sexy word, but it seemed more fitting. “That should help with the release we’re trying to achieve.”

“Yeah,” Ryan said again. He was rocking back gently with each thrust of Johnny’s fingers now, and Johnny wondered if he was aware he was doing it. It was hot as fuck.

Wrapping his hand around Ryan’s cock, Johnny wished he wasn’t wearing a glove on that one too, but he wasn’t going to stop to take it off now and ruin the moment. The latex was thin enough that he could feel the heat of Ryan’s skin through it. Lube would have been good too, but the slide of Ryan’s foreskin should be enough. He gripped the shaft tight and started to stroke in time with the movement of his fingers.

Ryan moaned and his muscles squeezed tight. “God, that feels amazing.”

Johnny carried on, going a little faster. “That’s good, Mr Ellis. Remember what I’m doing so you can try this for yourself at home if you need to.” He was a little breathless himself now. “I recommend you purchase a suitable tool to help you. There are various places online where you can buy something that will work.”

“Yeah. Fuck. I might have to. Holy shit that’s good.” He gasped out a chuckle. “Excuse my language, Doctor.”

“You’re excused. That’s it, Mr Ellis. Just let go. Get out of your head and let your body do its thing.” That was why Johnny loved being fucked so much. Having something in his arse took him places he rarely got to without that type of stimulation. He’d literally lose himself in the physical sensation of it, with no headspace left for feeling self-conscious. He wanted Ryan to experience that.

Groaning and wordless now, Ryan was rocking back on Johnny’s fingers in a way that suggested he was getting there. Johnny kept quiet, not wanting to distract him again and pull him out of his body and into his head. He carried on with the insistent thrust of his fingers while he gripped Ryan’s cock a little tighter and stroked faster.

“Yes. Like that,” Ryan managed. “I’m gonna come….”

Johnny was glad about that because his arm was starting to ache. It had been an error of judgement to use his dominant hand in Ryan’s arse instead of on his dick. He pushed through the pain, focusing on Ryan as Ryan muttered, “Yes, fuck… yes….” Finally the first spurt of come rewarded Johnny for his efforts and Ryan’s voice rose, gasping out, “Ohmygod,” before he gave another loud wordless cry and shot again, harder, his cock jerking as he shot thick, creamy come all over Johnny’s bed while his arse squeezed Johnny’s fingers. Johnny slowed his movements, then stilled when he thought Ryan was done.

“Fuck,” Ryan said weakly. Then he looked at Johnny over his shoulder. “That was amazing. But was I really loud?”

“Yeah a bit.” Johnny grinned. “We forgot music today.”

“You wouldn’t have music in a doctor’s office.”

“True.” Johnny let go of Ryan’s cock and let his fingers slowly slide out.

“My legs are shaking.” Ryan flopped onto his side and shuffled back to lie sprawled out, softening cock wet on his belly. “I think you broke me.”

“In a good way?” Johnny got a couple of tissues and started to mop up Ryan’s mess.

“In a brilliant way.”

Ryan closed his eyes. He looked totally spent; relaxed and shattered. Johnny knew that feeling so well and he envied it, but he was happy that Ryan was getting to experience it. Looking at him, Johnny felt a spike of tenderness, an unexpected green shoot pushing through winter soil. He slipped the lab coat off and hung it on the back of the chair, then stripped down to his underwear. Climbing onto the bed beside Ryan, he put an arm across his chest and kissed his cheek. “You okay?” he murmured quietly.

“Yeah.” Ryan turned his head to kiss Johnny’s lips, a soft, sleepy press. His T-shirt was damp with sweat. Johnny pushed his hand beneath it to stroke his chest, which was clammy where sweat was cooling. As Johnny stroked him lightly, gooseflesh rose in the wake of his fingers.

It didn’t look like Ryan was ready to move. “Want to get under the covers for a minute?” Johnny asked.

“Mmm.”

“Shift your arse then.”

Ryan huffed with the effort, but they managed to get under the duvet rather than on top of it. Johnny put an arm around Ryan and Ryan rested his head on Johnny’s shoulder. “You never got off. Want me to jerk you off or anything?”

“Nah. I’m good.” Johnny’s arousal had passed now, but he was sure the memory of their role play would fuel a spectacular wank later. Ryan’s loss of control had been amazing to facilitate. He reached across with his free arm to stroke Ryan’s hair, combing his fingers slowly through the strands.

“Feels good,” Ryan mumbled, so Johnny carried on.

Gradually, Ryan’s breathing slowed, and the weight of his head on Johnny’s shoulder got heavier. As Ryan drifted into sleep, Johnny’s thoughts whirled, tangled and troubled. He couldn’t deny he was starting to feel something for Ryan, something beyond the physical. Perhaps it was the regularity, seeing Ryan three days in a row was a lot. Johnny’s usual arrangements were much more occasional. The growing intimacy between them made him nervous because it wasn’t what either of them were looking for. Johnny didn’t want to start expecting things. Life had taught him that expectations were dangerous. He should probably slow things down a little, put some space between them. It seemed like the sensible thing to do, so why did he feel so reluctant to do it?

He sighed, hating how much he liked the warm weight of Ryan in his arms and the comfort of him in his bed. It was tempting to let him sleep, to see how Ryan reacted when he woke naturally and realised where he was.

But no.

Johnny needed to set some boundaries and they had to start here. He shifted his hand to Ryan’s cheek and patted gently. “Hey, man. You need to wake up and get back to your own bed.”

“Mmph.” Ryan jerked upright and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, sorry.”

“No worries. A good orgasm will do that to a guy.” Johnny kept his voice light. He got up and pulled on a T-shirt and sweatpants, needing some clothes as armour to cover his sudden uncomfortable vulnerability.

He heard the creak of the bed, and the shuffle of movement and rustle of clothes. Johnny resisted the urge to watch as Ryan dressed.

“Okay. I’ll leave you in peace. Thanks for tonight, it was… interesting.”

Interesting was one word for it. Johnny finally turned to meet Ryan’s gaze. His expression was uncertain, a little wary. Johnny wished he could see into his head and know what he was thinking. Maybe he was freaking out as much as Johnny was. All the intimacy of a few minutes ago had vanished like smoke on the breeze.

“Want to get together again soon?” Johnny asked before he could think better of it. Then he quickly added, “Maybe over the weekend?”

There was a moment of silence where Johnny could feel his pulse thumping.

Ryan shrugged. “Yeah, probably. I’m not sure what I’m up to. I’ll text you.” He sounded distant and he fiddled with the zip on his hoodie so he didn’t have to meet Johnny’s eyes. Was he already regretting what they’d done?

“Okay.” Johnny felt as though a wall was going up between them, each of them adding a brick at a time. Maybe it was for the best. This was only ever supposed to be about sex. Ryan didn’t want a boyfriend, and nor did Johnny. “Night then. Sleep well.” Johnny kept his tone firm, a clear dismissal.

“Okay. Bye.”

It was only after the door closed behind Ryan that Johnny realised they hadn’t kissed each other goodbye like they always had before, and that made him feel shitty.

“Ugh.” He flopped down on his bed, phone in hand, and before he could think too much about what he was doing, he opened Grindr for the first time since he’d started seeing Ryan. They’d made it clear this wasn’t an exclusive thing, but this week it had started to feel like one. Perhaps that was what was making Johnny anxious and vulnerable. He didn’t like depending on one person. He needed a distraction, and Grindr was the best place to find it.