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That... can't be real, right?
That was the thought repeating itself loudly through Whitaker's mind as he stared not-so-subtly at his attending's crotch. To say the bulge there was obvious felt like an understatement. The fat outline of Dr. Robby's shaft extended down his thigh nearly halfway to the knee. Jesus, how had he not noticed that before?
"Whitaker." Dennis looked up at Robby's face which was bright red with some mix of annoyance and embarrassment. "Focus up. I called your name 4 times."
"Sorry Dr. Robby, just a bit out of it today." Whitaker managed to stammer out.
"I understand. But you need to leave that at home, and if you can't then you need to ask for help, alright? Patients are relying on you."
"Of course, Doctor." Whitaker blushed, his eyes quickly darting downward in shame and then shooting back up when he remembered the monster down there was the reason he was currently getting scolded. "I-- uh, sorry again. I'll be on task."
Robby sighed and checked his watch, and Whitaker felt himself wilting. "Check on your patients and then meet me in the break room in 40 minutes. Be on time."
"Of course, Dr. Robby." Fuck. A private conversation couldn't be a good thing after he'd been reprimanded already. He'd be lucky if he didn't get an email from HR by the end of the day.
Dennis arrived at the empty break room just in the nick of time, and Robby arrived a minute after, locking the door behind him. Dennis furrowed his brow.
"Dr. Robby?"
"Look. I can see you're distracted and I know what's distracting you." Robby reached down to the waistband of his pants. "So I'm just gonna get it out of the way and show it to you so we can move on."
"You're... What?!"
The sound of rustling fabric was deafening as Robby pulled down the front of his pants and, because there was no other word that did the motion justice, fucking hauled his dick out into the open.
Whitaker almost fell to his knees on pure instinct. What else could he do when faced with a cock like that? It was bigger soft than he was when hard. Hell, it was bigger soft than any hard dick he'd seen. His balls were still trapped behind the waistband, but Whitaker could tell they were just as hefty.
"There." Robby said tiredly, like he was used to this kind of thing. "It's just under eight inches when soft, just over eleven when hard, and seven and a half inches around. Had enough of an eyeful?"
"You're uhh... not wearing underwear." Dennis said dumbly as his mouth went dry.
"Ran out of clean ones. Is your curiosity sated?"
"Uh... Yeah! Yep! Yes! All good here."
"Good, now let's get back to work."
The shift was over, and Whitaker needed a drink after ducking and weaving to avoid Robby as much as possible all day. Preferably not a drink at home with Santos who would undoubtedly ask why he was drowning his feelings. She would inevitably coax out of him that he was trying to forget the sight of their attending physician's massive monster cock and she would never let him live it down. So he shot her a quick text that he'd be out late and went to a nearby bar. Not the one that was full of regulars from the hospital, but one a little further away, a little quieter.
He was two drinks in of the cheapest well whiskey available when the bartender smiled and waved as a familiar figure sat two stools over from him.
"Dr. Robby! The usual?" She said as she pulled a bottle off the wall.
"Oh shit." Whitaker said aloud without meaning to when he saw him. He tensed up, ready to bolt. Robby looked surprised to see him as well. He nodded to the bartender and accepted his drink before turning back to Whitaker.
"Wait, Whitaker. Don't leave?" He pleaded softly. Whitaker let himself relax a little and Robby gave him a small smile.
"I wanted to apologize for my behavior today. I was going to do it tomorrow but since you're here, no time like the present. It's not an excuse but I've been very... frustrated, lately. I was deeply unprofessional and I'm sorry. I absolutely understand if you want to report me to the proper channels, and I will fully cooperate."
"Oh, no. No it was-- I'm fine. You're fine."
Robby looked doubtful. "You avoided me the whole rest of the shift. I don't want you to feel like you need to accept poor treatment just because I'm your boss."
"Oh God. No, I wasn't avoiding you because of that. It was because. Uh. I couldn't stop thinking about you. And I didn't want it to distract from my work."
There was a beat of silence.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
More silence. Very awkward silence. Dear God why was the bar so quiet? Not even a glass clinking? For real?
Whitaker cleared his throat.
"When you say you've been frustrated... You mean like...?"
"It's a lot of things." Robby responded before Whitaker could flail for too long. "Exhaustion. Anger at the healthcare system in this country. But yes, sexual frustration is part of it."
"Well, I'm sure anyone who's into men would gladly help you with that. I mean... Look at you."
Robby shrugged. "I don't often do hookups anymore. I can be domineering, and that's a turn off for some people. And I hate that once people see... what I have... It either scares them away or turns into a novelty so they can tell their friends about it. It's degrading." He frowned.
"You're so much more than that though!" Whitaker said a little too excitedly. "I mean you're smart and handsome and so kind and understanding with the patients. You're so competent it's awe-inspiring, and the way you command a room." He shivered. "I've had a crush on you since I started at the Pitt."
Robby's smile looked like it was stuck on his face against his will, but he let it stay there. "I'm flattered, Whitaker. Really. But this--" He motioned between them. "--would be a very bad idea. I'm glad you aren't angry at me, but I'm still your superior."
"Oh. Right. Bad idea."
"Right."
"Right."
Good idea. Such a good idea holy shit. Whitaker thought as Robby shut his apartment door behind them and then pinned him against it, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss that had him weak-kneed and trembling. Robby shoved his thigh between Whitaker's legs and lifted, forcing him to stand on his toes and putting pressure on his erection that was just on the right side of painful.
When Robby finally pulled back for air, he ran his fingers through Whitaker's hair and tugged to force him to look up.
"I'm going to take you to my bedroom now." Robby whispered, "Do you have any objections?"
Whitaker shook his head frantically.
"Perfect."
Robby didn't lift Whitaker, but it was almost more humiliating to be so easily manhandled with his feet still under him, stumbling backwards until the back of his thighs collided with a soft surface and he was shoved prone onto Robby's California king sized bed.
"Take off your clothes and lay on your stomach." Robby commanded. He wasn't loud. He didn't need to be. He expected to be obeyed, and Whitaker was more than keen to live up to expectations.
He looked up to his side and saw Robby pull a bottle and a square packet out of his bedside table. His eyes went wide.
"Jesus, that's a condom?"
Robby snorted. "I order them custom. The extra large ones they sell at the grocery store are still a little tight."
Dennis nearly came right then and there against Robby's sheets. "I uh... thought you said you didn't hook up much anymore."
"I don't. You're the first sex I've had in six months. But it never hurts to be prepared. Now relax, Whitaker. Let me handle the logistics."
At some point Robby had lubed up a finger and now he started gently pressing it into Whitaker's tight hole.
Whitaker cried out in shock. "Y- you can call me Dennis."
"Dennis, then. How does that feel?"
"It's good. Your fingers are—ngh fuck—bigger than mine."
"I think most of me is bigger than most of you." He started working in a second finger, the muscles of Dennis's opening fluttering around the intrusion.
Robby took the process slowly and carefully, thrusting in and out with his fingers, pressing down on Dennis's prostate and then purposefully avoiding it for a few more thrusts to tease him. A third finger was added, then a fourth. Dennis's breathing was shallow and labored, and Robby realized he was crying.
"Dennis, do you need to stop?" Robby asked, concerned.
"No!" Dennis shouted a bit too loudly. "No. It's just... so much."
"There's more to come. Are you sure you can take it?"
"I can. I can, I can, please, please, please." Whitaker begged and squirmed, his cock feeling raw and sensitive against the soft sheets.
"Shhhh." Robby hushed him softly. "I'll fuck you when I think you're ready and not a second before. And the more you whine, the longer I'll take to think you're ready. Understand?"
Dennis whimpered but nodded, and Robby continued to thrust his fingers in and out, spreading them to stretch him open, adding more lube whenever Dennis seemed to wince or cringe. After what felt like hours he pulled out and Dennis heard the sound of Robby undressing.
"Up on your hands and knees." Robby said. "Should be the easiest position for the first time."
First time. Whitaker thought. Does he want a second time?
Robby's cock felt impossibly big as he pressed it into the cleft of Dennis's ass, rocking back and forth, teasing him, taunting him with the promise of more.
"Do you feel that?" He said. "How hard I am for you?"
Dennis just let out a long groan that slowly became more high pitched as he felt the fat head of Robby's dick against his hole.
As much as Whitaker wanted it, his body's natural reaction was "no no no, that does not fit in there. Run away!" He tried to crawl away but Robby pinned him firmly, effortlessly in place.
"If you want to stop, you need to say that. Otherwise, stay still. I don't want to hurt you." Robby warned. "Just breathe through it and push out a bit."
"I've done this before." Dennis said halfheartedly.
"You haven't. Not like this."
Robby started to push forward, slowly but unhesitatingly, into Dennis's tight heat. He felt like he was being split in half as his rim caught on the crown of Robby's cock and then finally enveloped it. They both let out a long groan. Robby rubbed his hand in between Dennis's trembling shoulders.
"It's okay. You're okay. Breathe, baby."
Baby?! Dennis didn't have the time or bandwidth to think too hard about that slip of the tongue as Robby continued to press into him. The unbearable stretch was slowly becoming less painful and more pleasurable, though the pain never quite fully disappeared as Robby bottomed out in him, pushing into his sigmoid colon with an alarming ease. The shaft rubbed against his prostate and sent shivers through his body. With how thick Robby was, it would've been harder to miss that perfect spot than it was to hit it.
"Oh fuuuuu--" Dennis cried.
"Shhhh shh shh. I know, you've never felt anything that deep before. It's okay. I'm just gonna stay right here until you're used to it."
Dennis shook with the effort of holding himself up while a cock was so deep inside him he felt like it was pushing the air from his lungs. He laughed wildly to himself as he pictured showing up to the ER with contusions on his internal organs from Robby's impossibly broad cockhead.
Robby massaged Dennis's ass and lower back until he relaxed enough for him to move. He started with small movements, rolling his hips in circles, intensifying the stretch on Dennis's rim that was already at its limit.
"Are you ready?" Robby rasped out.
"Please."
It took one thrust. One savage, brutal, pull and push to finally release all that pressure and rip Dennis's orgasm out of him. Coming handsfree on a cock this big was a brand new experience. His body tried to clench down but couldn't manage it, Robby's girth forcing the muscles to stay stretched to their limit and weak. He spilled all over the sheets beneath him, and as he collapsed forward into the puddle of his own cum he still felt the other man pummeling his prostate with that oversized shaft, his own shriveling dick twitching and leaking the final dribbles of the most intense orgasm of his life. Dennis laid there with Robby's hands firm on his hips and Robby's cock deep in his guts and just let all the overstimulating sensations wash over him as he drooled into the sheets. Soon enough he felt the warmth of Robby filling the condom with a hoarse roar of his name.
Robby pulled out with some effort—he was too big to just slip out as he softened—and rolled off of Dennis's prone form, tossing the condom into the trash with a wet thump and laying down on his back.
Dennis took a moment to catch his breath. "Wow. That was--" he was cut off by an incredibly loud snore from the man beside him. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the ridiculousness of it. He took one last look at the bigger man's body. His eyes roamed over that hairy chest, those lean legs, that fat prick laying soft and glistening over his thigh, and then he curled up into Robby's side away from the mess he'd made, falling asleep against the vibration of his chest as he snored. What this all meant was morning Dennis's problem. For now, they both needed this rest.