The pleasure was indescribable when the doctor deep throated him, feeling his whole length getting sucked into his mouth. Hamilcar hissed and moaned as he moved his hips along, latching onto that feeling as much as possible. He was burning and throbbing with pleasure, and the heat and caress of the doctor's mouth and tongue all over his organ.
He gasped when it all stopped, taking a moment to breathe. His body relaxed, and his hands stopped gripping the bedsheets. He took deep and long breaths, trying to steady his breathing, putting his hands over his chest and stomach. It felt like a tease as he heard the man get up and walk away, and because of that, his own hands slowly reached out to try to fill in for the doctor. They weren't nearly as satisfying as he stroke his shaft, squeezing and rubbing to try to satisfy what was no longer there.
The doctor came back shortly afterwards, and Hamilcar stopped, pulling his head up just a little so he could take a look. He wasn't unfamiliar with the man's bottle; he assumed it to be some kind of lubricant, considering he'd used them before, himself. Sometimes, it just made the experience more pleasurable.
There was a brief moment of confusion when he saw the bottle, but he assumed the doctor just wanted to give his length a better massage, complete with lubricant and the strong, gentle stroking of his hands.
That wasn't quite what happened; and what did follow confused Hamilcar all the more. He yelped when he felt a cold, oily finger squeeze into his rear, sending a whole new set of feelings through his body. He really wasn't much of a fan of this kind of sex, much preferring the natural gateway into women instead. Of course, as with the bite, he'd never been on the receiving end of this.
His body twisted and jerked a little as the first finger was inserted; and he didn't really know how to feel about that intrusion. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but definitely not something he'd experienced before now. Then a second finger came, and Hamilcar hissed, feeling the doctor stretch his skin and muscles there. He was gritting his teeth and gripping onto the bedsheets by the time the third finger came, his lower body moving along so as to try to make the position more comfortable. The lube definitely made it a bit more bearable, but it wasn't very comfortable, either; a feeling of unknown territory, and he couldn't tell if it would get any better the more the doctor roamed in there.
He gasped when it all stopped, taking a moment to breathe. His body relaxed, and his hands stopped gripping the bedsheets. He took deep and long breaths, trying to steady his breathing, putting his hands over his chest and stomach. It felt like a tease as he heard the man get up and walk away, and because of that, his own hands slowly reached out to try to fill in for the doctor. They weren't nearly as satisfying as he stroke his shaft, squeezing and rubbing to try to satisfy what was no longer there.
The doctor came back shortly afterwards, and Hamilcar stopped, pulling his head up just a little so he could take a look. He wasn't unfamiliar with the man's bottle; he assumed it to be some kind of lubricant, considering he'd used them before, himself. Sometimes, it just made the experience more pleasurable.
There was a brief moment of confusion when he saw the bottle, but he assumed the doctor just wanted to give his length a better massage, complete with lubricant and the strong, gentle stroking of his hands.
That wasn't quite what happened; and what did follow confused Hamilcar all the more. He yelped when he felt a cold, oily finger squeeze into his rear, sending a whole new set of feelings through his body. He really wasn't much of a fan of this kind of sex, much preferring the natural gateway into women instead. Of course, as with the bite, he'd never been on the receiving end of this.
His body twisted and jerked a little as the first finger was inserted; and he didn't really know how to feel about that intrusion. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but definitely not something he'd experienced before now. Then a second finger came, and Hamilcar hissed, feeling the doctor stretch his skin and muscles there. He was gritting his teeth and gripping onto the bedsheets by the time the third finger came, his lower body moving along so as to try to make the position more comfortable. The lube definitely made it a bit more bearable, but it wasn't very comfortable, either; a feeling of unknown territory, and he couldn't tell if it would get any better the more the doctor roamed in there.