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Just been looking through an old computer and found two stories, I'd written but I don't recall posting here.

I'll put them here :-

Disclaimer these are M/M erotic fiction. if that's not your bag click away now

1 The Porter :-

The porter.

It had been a long day and a long drive to my overnight stop hotel.

Wearily I grabbed my bag from the car and headed in to the hotel.

I checked in and grabbed my keycard then headed up to my room.

I opened the door and dropped my bag next to the bed, walking over to the window to see what my view would be like.

I turned back and kicked off my shoes, then reached for my overnight bag, I took out my laptop and put it on the desk, plugged my phone in to charge and finally took out my black leather stethoscope bag containing my two favourite toys, my blue sprague and my red Littmann electronic.

I grabbed my wash bag and headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower, as I passed the bed I noticed the air conditioning control, so I switched it on to cool the room.

After my shower I felt alive again and headed out into the bedroom but wasn’t hit by cool air as I’d expected. I looked at the control panel which was flashing the word “error” and despite vigorous prodding wouldn’t change.

I called reception and told them the a/c wasn’t working in the room, I was told sadly the hotel was full that night so I couldn’t be moved but they would send up a maintenance engineer.

Expecting a long wait for this to happen I opened my laptop and started making my notes from the day’s work, although I was distracted by the black leather case on the desk.

I reached over and unzipped it, pulled out the two stethoscopes and placed them down on the desk, I stood up to go and change the lights in the room, as I reached the switch there was a knock at the door.

This threw me a little, “this can’t be the air conditioning guy already “ I thought.

I opened the door and there stood a handsome young guy in his early twenties with short black hair and a cute smile.

“Hi “ I said.

“Hello sir, I’m Jamie the hotel porter, I understand you are having problems with your room a/c?”

“Oh yeah, I was expecting a longer wait for an engineer”

Jamie walked in and headed for the controls, “I can sometimes sort these controls out, so I thought I’d have a look for you “ he said.

“Ok that’s great” I said and went to sit back at the table with my laptop, trying not to stare.

Jamie stood fiddling with the controls for a few minutes. He opened the control panel and made a few adjustments, then there was a gust of cool air across the room.

“All sorted” Jamie said, “great, thank you” I replied.

I stood up and reached into my pocket for my wallet to give the lad a tip, he walked over to the desk where I was standing, and I handed him a £10 note.

“Thanks. Have a great ni.....” he stopped mid sentence, he was looking at the desk.

“Are you a doctor, sir?” He asked.

Sudden realisation gripped me that I had left my stethoscopes out, “kind of....” I replied in a guarded way.

“Oh cool, I have to see my doctor tomorrow for a medical for my swimming team. .”

“I can give you a check up now if you like” had rolled off my tongue before I had even thought what I was saying.

Just a silly throw away comment.

“I have to get back down to reception. “ was the reply.

“No worries” I said with a a childish giggle.

Jamie left the room and I lay back on the bed, I must have nodded off because I was woken a couple of hours later by a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood the young porter.

“Hi Jamie. “ I said.

“Just checking the a/c is still running for you” he replied.

“Oh er yeah, seems to be.”

“ I’m on my break now and I thought I’d check....... and how about that check up ?”

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him, I heard the lock click and he walked over to the table where my toys were.

I followed him and stood in front of him.

“Ok Doc, what do you want me to do?”

“Well if we are going to give you a good check up, you’d better take of your shirt to begin with. “

He was wearing a blue polo shirt and blue cargo pants with black work shoes.

He lifted up his shirt over his head and laid it down on the bed. Then turned to face me.

He had a typical swimmers build, defined abs and chest, smooth hairless skin and small dark nipples, the band of a pair of boxer briefs showing above his waistband.

I began to examine him, working methodically from the top of his head, down his neck and onto his chest.

“Everything seems ok so far, let’s take a listen to your chest now”

I picked up my stethoscope and put it in my ears, I pressed the chest piece onto his smooth chest and my ears were filled with the pounding of the boy’s heart, powerful contractions of my favourite muscle of all, the beautiful sound of the valves in action. I listened intently for a while, moving to tricuspid and erb’s point listening closely at each, then back to my most liked listening place. The mitral.

I pulled back and took the earpieces out, hung the ‘scope around my neck and said “your heart is beating quite fast, are you nervous?”

“Not really doctor” he replied.

He asked me to listen again. I put on my stethoscope and pressed the chest piece to his skin, his heart was beating hard, I could feel every contraction of the beautiful muscle.

I said “your heart is working hard”

He smiled and said “that’s not all that’s hard doc”, he took my hand and held it to the bulge in his work pants, he was as hard as rock.

He undid his trousers and let them fall to the ground, his underwear straining from his erection, bobbing with each powerful beat of his heart.

He moved my free hand to his waistband and slid my fingers inside, I could feel the pulse in his penis. It was strong.

I let the stethoscope drop down from his chest and using both my hands pulled down his boxers, revealing everything, as I reached out to touch him he picked up the chest piece and pushed onto his own chest, my ears once again flooded with his pounding heartbeat.

“How’s it sounding doc?” He asked.

“Fantastic, your heart is beating so fast.”

Holding the chest piece against his chest with one hand he reached out and took my hand, he began to rub his throbbing cock with my hand, every touch of his body making his heart pound.

As I played with his beautiful body he began to moan lightly, and his breathing became heavier and faster. The pounding of his heart and his deep breathing ringing in my ears,

I moved around behind him and placed my hand on the chest piece so I could feel his powerful pump as I heard it beating in my ears.

As I sped up, his breathing and heartbeat accelerated again. Taking huge breaths and moaning hard.

He began to shiver and shake, I knew he was close, then he tensed up and began to orgasm. His moans loud and deep.

As his climax came to an end his body became more relaxed and less tense, I stood and listened to his heart returning to normal and his breathing become quiet.

I stood and listened for a few more minutes. He turned to face me, gave me a smile, put his arms around my neck, and placed a kiss on my cheek, I sat on the edge of the bed and he began to get dressed.

“Thanks Doc. I’m feeling great after my check up.”

As he walked to the door he turned back and said. “ I finish at midnight, I’ll call back and say hello before I go to bed”

“Ok. I’ll see you then” I said.

I wonder what that visit might bring.

2) New Student

New Student

It was the Saturday before the start of a new year at the medical school in the university.

Dr Tom Crewe was sitting in his office on campus going through the paperwork for all of the new intake this year. Reviewing the results and biographies of his new students.

As he looked through the pile of induction forms he remembered back the few years it had been since he was passing through this illustrious university himself, as he was only a fairly young man to be a lecturer.

He took each document and studied the front page, which held the name, age, sex, and A-level results of each incoming student.

Not looking any further into the folder he placed them into an order based on academic prowess.

Now he would review each of his students individually.

Picking the first folder up he read and digested the name age and sex then opened the folder to read the biography.

Biographies were written by each student as part of their application to the university, reading each intently and viewing the attached photographs, Tom felt he knew his intake partially already.

As he looked through his class for the next three years, there was a knock at the door of his office, bemused as this was a weekend, and the university term did not start for another week, Tom walked over to his door and opened it.

"Er, Hi, I'm Steve, I.... er... didn't hand in my bio with my application..... I'm sorry, I hope I havent missed out on the class ?"

Tom looked at the young man for a second and then responded "Hi, No I reckon we can find a seat for you, come in."

Tom returned to the far side of his desk and gestured to Steve to sit down opposite.

"Thanks", Steve muttered nervously.

"Lets see this biography then", Steve handed over a paper folder, again apologising for its lateness.

Dr Crewe looked at the name on the Bio and shuffled through the application packs to find its partner - "Here we go, Steven Whitchurch, 18, Male, Good A-Level results."

He opened the Bio and looked at the information Steven had written about himself, "Do you prefer Steven or Steve ?", he asked "Steve." came the shy and quiet reply.

Tom wrote on the Bio, near the name "Steve" and circled it in black ink.

"So Steve, I can safely say this little delay wont have any effect on you getting on to my course, I just need you to promise that anything I ask for in class is handed in on time"

"Oh er, yes of course Sir, I promise " came the whispered reply.

"Forgive me asking, but you seem a little nervous, in fact let me re-phrase that, you seem terrified, does my reputation fill you with fear?" Tom asked with a grin.

Steve looked directly in to the eyes of the tutor and replied "I was very worried that I would not be accepted on the course because of my lateness, I ran here from the bus, and i could barely talk because I was short of breath and my heart was pounding"

Tom paused, he had a passion for the human heart, and sometimes when not in class, mention of it would stir him in a way he enjoyed.

"Well dont let that worry you any more, you're in."

"Cool" came the reply, in a distincly more confident voice.

"Ah I see you have got your breath back then, I take it your heart is no longer pounding either ?"

"I can still feel it in my chest.... here " Steve stood up and grabbed Tom's hand placing it firmly against his chest then pushing it down with his own hand.

Even through his shirt and coat Tom still felt the thumping of the young boys heart as it beat in his chest.

"Strong pump you have there Steve." , "Thanks Doc" came the reply.

Tom pulled his hand away, this was one of his students - he couldn't enjoy feeling the boys heart.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I have a love for the heartbeat, and I always like to share it with people if I can, is that wierd ?"

"Wierd ??, No I dont think so, but dont forget I'm your tutor for the forseeable future, it might be seen as inappropriate, for me to be feeling your heartbeat"

"Not for the next week" Steve suggested.

a look of confusion crossed the tutor's face, "Meaning? " he asked

Steve sat down, and faced Tom, "I've never met anyone who was interested in heartbeats like I am.... I get feelings when I hear or feel a heart beating, that I cannot explain but I absolutely adore, and I get even more of a buzz from someone feeling or hearing my heart."

"I see " replied Tom, "Well I enjoy listening to heartbeats too"

"Does it make you feel good inside to listen ?" questioned Steve.

Tom thought...... and replied "Yes, very good"

Chapter two

Dr Tom knew of stories hitting the newspapers about anything inappropriate happening involving students and felt an anxious knot in his stomach.

"So, tell me something about what you call your love of hearts then", Tom queried.

A look of joy crept over Steve's face, someone had shown a similar interest in his passion.

"Don't know where to start really Dr crewe".

"Tell me anything, how you feel, what makes hearts your passion, how long have you felt like this ?" Said Tom reassuringly.

Steve relaxed back in the chair, all tension seemed to have gone.

"Well, I think the first time I ever heard a heartbeat was in my father's office, he was a GP and his surgery was in a converted room at the house."

"I used to play in the hall that separated the private part of the house from the surgery and waiting rooms, his door was always locked after hours so they never worried about me going into the office. "

Tom sat listening intently.

"I remember one evening the cleaner was in the office, and she tried to lock the door but couldn't, the lock wasn't working properly, she told my Mother who said it would be ok, my father had gone out to a meeting that evening."

Still listening to the story with his head resting on his hand, Tom said " Go on, and how old were you ?"

"I was at secondary school so I'd guess about 13, anyway I waited until the coast was clear and I sneaked into the office to have a look at what I'd been banned from seeing for so long. "

"There amongst the papers and pens and other equipment lay a beautiful black stethoscope. I had seen my father use one several times but had never tried myself. "

"I picked up the stethoscope and touched the cold metal tubes and the soft flexible rubber, I looked around to make sure I was alone and I put the earpieces into my ears. Suddenly I felt enveloped in the muffled sound that was drowning my senses."

"I touched the diaphragm gently with my finger and heard the noise instantly in my ears. Remembering how I'd seen this used I quickly pulled up my T-shirt and pressed the cold chest piece onto my chest and reeled as I heard the flood of sound fill my ears. Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub."

"I heard a noise in the hallway so carefully and quietly put my new favourite toy down as I had found it and stood behind the door in case it opened, once I thought the hall would be clear again I quietly left the office and closed the door"

Tom smiled "seems like you got away with it then?"

"Yes." Replied Steve, " but I was desperate to try again"

"So when did you next try ?" Asked Tom.

I never did again, my father had the lock replaced the next day and I never went back In his surgery.

"Wow, that's a pity, so when was your interest re-kindled ?" Replied Tom.

"That would be when I took Human Biology A-Level, I had grown up considerably over the three years since that day, and having decided to follow the medical path if I could I took all of the necessary a-levels to get to medical school."

"Our first lesson put us in pairs to use the college stethoscopes, each pair of us was issued with a stethoscope and some alcohol wipes to clean it, I seemed to have forgotten the feeling I got those years ago in my fathers office, and I cleaned the earpieces and chest piece without desperately wanting to put them in my ears."

"I was partnered with my best friend Will, we were really good friends and hung out together a lot, most nights and weekends during college"

Tom shifted in his seat to get comfortable as he absorbed the story.

"You ok ?" Steve asked "Great !" Replied the Doc.

"We were all shown a diagram of the chest and four points where to place the stethoscope, and we're to take it in turns to listen to each other's heart. "

"I opened my shirt and Will put the scope in his ears, the teacher came over and stopped him, explaining it was easier to find the auscultation points when the patient's chest is fully uncovered, so I removed my shirt. "

"Will started placing the diaphragm on to my chest and listening. He'd listen for a few seconds at each of the places on the diagram and then he put it down on the desk, saying he was done. "

"He pulled his shirt off over his head and passed me the stethoscope. I wiped the ear and chest pieces with the cleaning kit and I put the stethoscope on. Suddenly I was thrown back to the day I had invaded my fathers room, and I felt a rush of feeling and emotion. I looked at the diagram and placed the pickup on Will's chest and there it was, that wonderful sound I hadn't realised I was missing. I listened intently at all of the points and felt fantastic."

"When I put down the stethoscope I realised that I could feel my own heart pounding and a throbbing elsewhere."

"I asked to be excused to go to the toilet and left the room feeling both embarrassed and elated, when I reached the toilet block I went into the stall and ....... well you know."

Tom smiled.

Chapter three.

"Do you want a coffee?" Tom asked his obviously embarrassed student to be.

"Er..... Yeah please....... You don't seem to bothered by what I've said doc?" Steve uttered.

"I'm not really." Tom said as he stood up and walked to the door, "lab kitchen is this way if you're having a brew." Tom gestured to the door.

The pair walked from Tom's office toward the science block kitchen, on the way the passed the main lab that Dr crewe used for his lectures, Steve took the opportunity to glance through the window in the door.

The room was set up for a presentation. There was a camera and projector, an exercise bike, an examination table and a cart with various interesting looking machines on it.

"Hurry up, I need a caffeine fix" said Tom who was by now near the kitchen door.

Steve ran up the corridor to follow Tom into the kitchen.

"Coffee, Tea, Milk, Sugar ?"

"Coffee, milk and two please doc."

Steve sat quietly at the table in the kitchen while Tom made the drinks.

He placed the coffee in front of Steve and nudged him out if his daydream.

"Penny for your thoughts ?" Said Tom.

"Oh, sorry I was just thinking about what's in that lab along the corridor. "

"Ah," said Tom, "that's my teaching lab and I'm doing a presentation for the local football team medical staff tomorrow. "

"I'll show you round the lab after this drink"

Steve nursed his coffee praying for it to cool quickly so he could get into the lab.

Tom swallowed the last of his coffee and stood up, "right, let's take a look at this lab"

Steve stood up and made for the door. " chill out, we have loads of time to look round" Tom reassured him.

As they left the kitchen Tom flicked a switch next to the door to the science block, activating the keypad entry system, and locking the door to the labs and offices they were in.

Steve was already at the door of the teaching lab, as Tom arrived and tapped in his access code to the lock.

He reached into the room and flicked the light switches, the room was lit brightly.

"Ok, let's take a look at my toys " Tom said in a mock mad scientist way.

The pair walked over to the examination table and machine cart

"What do you recognise here ?" Tom asked the bewildered student.

Steve looked at the equipment and pointed at each as he said their names

"Pulse oximeter, blood pressure cuff, E.C.G. monitor,"

"Spot on" said Tom.

"There's also a teaching stethoscope here with a connection to an amplifier and speaker, and a pack of electrodes for the monitor. "

Steve took a long deep breath. "Can I have a go, doc?"

Tom paused.

Chapter Four

Tom walked over to the door. "I'm sorry" Steve said, feeling he'd upset the doctor.

Tom reached up and turned off the lights leaving only the ones over the table and equipment.

"Let's have a go", he said with a smile.

"Come over here and take off your shirt, then sit on the table"

Steve walked over removing his shirt as he walked. He revealed a smooth well defined chest with tight abs and small dark nipples.

A small trail of hair rand from his belly button down to the waistband of his shorts which was showing above his jeans.

Tom reached onto the cart and took the pack of electrodes, he tore the packet open and pulled out a sheet of brand new round white electrodes.

Taking the first from the sheet he pressed it onto Steve's chest on his left pectoral, taking another he placed it on the opposite side. Smoothing it onto the young guy's skin.

Taking a third from the sheet and putting it back into the packet, he reached over and pressed it to Steve's left side below his ribs.

Tom reached over and switched on the ECG monitor, after a few seconds the display appeared with just a flat line and a flashing alarm message.

He took the cables and slowly, gently attached them to the white discs on his student's chest.

As each was connected various disjointed lines appeared on the screen, until the final one was connected and the display cleared and presented a trace of Steve's heart.

Steve and Tom both watched the display, the peaks regular and uniform, the quiet "bip, bip, bip" coming from the box marking each beat of the young heart. The display showed 89 bpm.

"Cool" Steve said, "that's awesome."

"Do you want to take a listen too?" Asked Tom

Steve nodded.

Tom reached under the cart to the second shelf and flicked a switch there was a faint thud as the amplifier came on, he picked up the training stethoscope and placed it onto the smooth chest over the mitral area.

He reached over and took a roll of surgical tape, tearing a piece off his taped the chest piece to Steve's chest, it was bobbing up and down faintly.

Tom reached down and turned up the volume of the amplifier.

Steve's mouth gaped open as he heard the sound he loved, the two men stood listening to the deep strong sound of his heartbeat as it filled the room.

"Wow, that's fucking amazing doc" Steve splurted out " sorry to swear" he corrected himself.

Tom replied " don't worry, it is fucking amazing" smiling at the patient.

"Ok shall we try and get your heart rate up and see how fast we can go?"

Steve nodded again.

"Stand up then", "now touch you toes 10 times"

Steve stood and began following the instructions, as he pulled up for the tenth time he stood and listened to the thumping of his pounding heart and the beeping of the ECG, it was now showing 120 bpm

The men stood and listened as Steve's heartbeat recovered back to 78 beats per minute.

"Good recovery young man " said Tom.

Steve nodded, he reached out his hand towards Tom's and then pulled it back.

"Everything ok?" Tom asked

Face glowing bright red Steve said "yes...... Sorry"

"Sorry for what?" Queried the doctor, " you reached out for something "

Steve looked away, "doesn't matter." He mumbled.

Tom stepped closer to Steve and placed his hand on his shoulder. " it's ok, what did you want?"

Steve looked in the eyes of his examiner and reached out for his hand, pulling it towards him and placing it on the front of his jeans.

"This is what happened in class...."

Tom felt a hard bulge under his hand, and knew he should pull away.

He didn't, he simply moved up to the button at the top of Steve's jeans and popped it open, then slid the zip down, Steve's jeans fell to the floor revealing a tight pair of blue boxer briefs, tightly bulging, and throbbing with the beats of his heart.

"Should be a bit more comfortable now" he said.

Tom took Steve's hand and placed it on the fly of his own trousers, Steve looked at the doc and said "you too?"

Tom smiled.

Steve's heartbeat quickened, Tom placed his hand back on the bulge in the student's shorts and began to rub, feeling the throbbing matching what he could hear from the speaker.

"Shall we try getting some speed up again?"

Tom dropped to his knees in front of his student to be.

He slowly pulled the shorts down revealing Steve's body was beautiful all over.

The end.

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