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of the foreskin gliding over the head shielded beneath. It was complex and delicious, and as Adrian moaned for more, Bryce pushed the man’s dick deeper into his mouth and against his tongue.
    With one free hand, Bryce grabbed the base of his own cock and massaged feverishly, savouring the simultaneous pressure on his tongue and just above his balls. As he moved up and down, Bryce felt the delicious tickle of Adrian's pubic hairs and the soft stroke of the skin of his balls against his chin. He swirled his tongue skilfully around Adrian’s shaft, continuing, faster, as Adrian groaned for more.
    Satisfied, Bryce thought that it may have been his first time sucking dick, but he certainly wasn’t an amateur when it came to oral sex.
    Teasing Adrian’s testicles with his free hand, Bryce moved more quickly, plunging Adrian’s cock deeper into his mouth. Then he pulled up so that just the very edge of the man’s thick, quivering dick slid across his tongue and against the inside of his lips.
    “Oh, that feels so good, bro,” Adrian growled. “Keep going.”
    Bryce continued, feeling the pressure grow in his balls, recognising the tell-tale tingle and contraction that signalled he was close.
    “I think I’m gonna come,” Adrian gasped. He arched his feet and tugged Bryce’s hair, just as Bryce pulled the tip of the man’s dick from his mouth, watching the cum spurt upwards onto his chin, across his neck and down his chest.
    Bryce squeezed his eyes shut, stroking more quickly. He stood and straddled Adrian, yelling “Fuck yeah!” as he came explosively, splashing cum across Adrian’s hairy abs and chest, before collapsing against him in a gasp of sheer pleasure and triumph.
    Adrian laughed, stroking Bryce’s hair. “That was fucking awesome, man.”
    Bryce breathed heavily, incredibly aware of how relieved—and satisfied he suddenly felt. Laughing, he stood and dropped back into a sitting position next to Adrian. He pressed his muscular leg against Adrian’s slightly darker, hairier one.
    Adrian glanced over to Bryce and tapped the man’s thigh. “Feeling a little better?”
    Bryce considered the question. For the moment, yes, he felt relief and release. But Tim and Tatum still weighed on his mind. And the moment itself. What did it mean? What, perhaps, would it mean later? After all, technically, Adrian was Bryce’s boss.
    Bryce leaned his head onto the cushion behind him and closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed. “That’s a tough question.” Then he opened one eye and cast Adrian a sidelong glance. “What was this, bro?” he asked, point-blank.
    Adrian pursed his lips and shrugged. “Bryce, I’m a doctor. I make people feel better. Let’s put it this way, You’re a damn hot guy, and I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” He licked his lips. “I was having a shitty day, and obviously you were having a shitty day. What we just did”—he paused again—“it was two guys helping each other feel better, get through the crap—just forget about it for ten minutes.”
    Bryce nodded. “So what does this mean?”
    Adrian stroked the light fuzz on Bryce’s thigh. “It means I’m here whenever you need it.” He grinned.
    Bryce chuckled and pushed himself to his feet. The explanation made sense, more than he had expected, in fact. Still naked, he turned to Adrian and shook his hand.
    Adrian nodded, and pulled Bryce into a rough hug. “We’re friends now, man,” he said. “I think I deserve a little more than that.”
    “Sure, Tim”—Bryce’s ears burnt—“Adrian.” He hugged back, harder this time and angled his head upward to brush his lips against Adrian’s mouth before he left.
    He hoped that Tim would be awake when he arrived at work in the morning.

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    The next morning, Bryce arrived at the hospital more than an hour before the start of his scheduled shift, hoping to avoid Adrian in the locker room.
    But, as Bryce pulled off his shorts, he was helpless to resist