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Robby had ten minutes until the incoming trauma arrived in the ambulance bay. He’d had to pee for the last three hours, but an overdose and a crush injury from a construction site kept him busy and far away from the bathroom.
He scanned the room, eyes locking onto his favorite med student standing at a computer and typing intently with his brows furrowed in concentration. Charts could wait a few minutes. His bladder twinged. Without breaking his stride, Robby grabbed the back of Whitaker's neck, corralling him towards the single stall unisex bathroom.
Robby turned his back just for a second, to make sure the door was locked, and when he spun back around, Whitaker was already on his knees in front of him, face level with Robby's crotch.
“How long has it been?” Whitaker asked, looking up at Robby with those goddamn eyes.
“Six hours, at least.” He’d pissed once, two hours into the shift, but hadn’t had time since then, and Whitaker was relentless in his mission to keep Robby hydrated. He had watched Robby pee after their first time sleeping together and was genuinely concerned about the dark yellow color of his piss. Robby did have to admit that he felt a lot better post-shift when he had consumed more than just coffee and Red Bull for hydration.
Whitaker smiled up at him and, without hesitation, tugged Robby’s scrubs down, pulling Robby's soft cock out of his boxers. He looked at the cock in front of him with nothing short of wonder in his eyes. Robby wasn’t insecure about his cock, but he was aware that it was a very average cock, maybe a little on the big side. He’d seen a lot of cocks in his line of work; he knew where he stood. Whitaker still treated it like the most precious and beautiful thing he had ever seen. He shoved his face into the base of Robby’s cock, inhaling deeply and groaning.
Robby tapped two fingers on Whitaker's lips. “Open up, baby.”
Whitaker opened his mouth and let Robby place the tip of his cock between his pretty pink lips without breaking eye contact.
“Ready?”
Whitaker gave a brief nod before tucking his head closer into Robby's pelvis, fitting his entire soft cock in the warm, wet embrace of his mouth.
“Jesus, kid,” Robby groaned, threading a hand in the hair Santos had convinced the kid to grow out. He knew they were tight on time and knew what Whitaker was waiting for, but he took a moment to admire the boy on his knees for him, his cock twitching in appreciation, but not able to fill with such a full bladder.
When nothing happened, Whitaker rolled his eyes, took one hand, and pressed it into Robby's lower stomach.
Robby took a deep breath, the pressure overwhelming him, and finally let his bladder go. Dennis swallowed dutifully, mouthful after mouthful. A few drops escaped, dripping down the side of his jaw and down his neck. He swallowed for at least 45 seconds straight, never pulling away, just dutifully drinking what he was given.
When Robby finished, he eased his now half-hard cock out of Whitaker's mouth and swiped up the spilled piss from his neck and face with a finger, pushing it back into Whitaker's mouth. He licked up every last trace with enthusiasm.
“Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess for me.”
Whitaker groaned, and his hips twitched. Robby checked the time. Four more minutes.
“Stand up,” he said, offering a hand to the boy kneeling before him. He took it and stood, his legs noticeably wobbly. Robby leaned in and kissed him, tasting himself on Whitaker's tongue. He let his hands drift down to his trim waist, feeling the soft layer of fat over lean working muscle. He tucked a finger into the waistband of Whitaker’s scrubs.
Whitaker caught on and lowered his pants just a few inches, giving Robby a glimpse of his swollen cock and the wet patch in his underwear. A string of wetness connected Whitaker’s cunt to his boxers. Robby took his own cock in hand and kissed Whitaker again. He didn’t need much more.
It didn't take long for him to reach his peak with Whitaker groaning into his mouth and still tasting a bit like Robby’s piss. Something about this kid made Robby feel like he was twenty years old again.
When he was close, they separated so Robby could stick the head of his cock into Whitaker's pants and make sure to cum exactly where he wanted. His cum covered Whitaker's little cock and slid down into the crotch of his boxers. Two more kisses and another squeeze of his own cock to work out every last drop, and they separated.
Robby stared at the mess he had made in Whitaker’s pants. The thought of his cum pressed up against Whitaker’s cunt for the rest of the shift was going to drive him fucking crazy. He let a hand drift down and used one finger to spread his cum over Whitaker’s dick, feeling it pulse and twitch under his touch. Whitaker let out a pathetic whine, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Robby withdrew his hand and stepped back to allow Whitaker to pull his pants back up. He pressed his cum-covered finger to Whitaker’s lips and spread it until he opened his mouth and sucked Robby’s finger into his mouth.
“Thank you.”
Whitaker smiled up at him and licked the remaining cum off his lips, cheeks flushed with arousal. Robby couldn’t help himself and leaned in for one final kiss, topped off with a mean nip of Whitaker's lower lip and a wandering hand cupped around his cunt. Whitaker's hips twitched into the touch, pressing into Robby's hand, but Robby pulled away quickly.
“Will you come over for dinner tonight?”
“Only if you promise to finish what you started, Dr. Robby.”
“If you behave.” Another quick kiss. “Get back out there.”
Whitaker nodded and slipped out the door. Robby took a few minutes to compose himself before following. He wasn’t sure how he’d make it through the rest of the day knowing what Whitaker was hiding in his boxers.