Turn Your Head and Cough
(This was written for a friend of mine on FA. I was dishing out free stories and he snagged one. He wanted it to be about him and his boyfriend, so here it is!)
Turn Your Head and Cough
Trax was on his way for his physical; one of many which he's had. He got a great tennis scholarship at the university, but he had to pass their scrutiny first. It wasn't the first time for him, but he always got a little nervous when it came to the "turn your head and cough" part. Due to his orientation, he tended to get a little "excited" even if the doctor was a little old for his taste.
On his walk to the clinic, Trax thought back to the time he spent at a popular club for the college crowd a few nights ago. It was some sort of "Free Beer" night or something, so it was understandably packed with college kids trying to get their brew on.
"That sucked," he thought, "I'm not going there again. It was all hot and crowed and full of drunk frat boys. What a pain! But, that one guy that I talked to made it a good time. He was such a cutie! I still need to track down Chris from the club somehow. He was something else."
When the door to the clinic closed behind him, it almost pinched Trax's long and heavy, orange tail.
"Damn!" he thought, "I could have sued! Then I'd be one rich tiger, that's for sure. Oh well... guess I'll have to stick to this sweet tennis scholarship."
He walked up to the front desk and signed in before sitting down to read a magazine. Since the clinic is way too pricey for most students, Trax's wait was not a long one. He was pointed down the hall to a small exam room.
He waited for only a few moments before a small corsac fox came into the room. Her nearly grey fur was very unusual. One glance at her nametag revealed that she had to be from a foreign country, most likely Russia. When she spoke she had a thick accent, but she still had a pleasant and calming voice.
"Hello, you must be Faust... Rohkzein... uh... how do you say?"
"Just call me Trax please," he said.
"Okay then. Trax you seem to be healthy tiger, but I check you over anyway to make sure that you can play tennees. Okay?" she asked.
"Sure, go right ahead," said Trax.
After a short exam with lots of weighing, spine feeling, lung listening, and blood pressure taking, the kindly foreign doctor was done.
"See? I tell you that you healthy tiger, everything is "A-okay". Now all we have to be doing is check for the herniated deeesk. I can't do that since I'm lady so I'll have my tech come it and check for the deeesk. Okay?"
Trax thought about refusing for a moment, but he just went along with it. It's all part of the exam anyway. There's no way he's getting out of it. It's not like he's going to say, "Excuse me, Miss Vladavlodstockpereastrokavich, I happen to be gay so I'd really rather have you touch my balls as opposed to a guy because I might get an awkward erection."
Instead, Trax just nodded and went along with the program. It always gets a little weird at this point regardless. The doctor left the room and closed the door. It was only a matter of seconds until he started hearing some unlucky footsteps coming down the hall.
"Maybe I can keep my mind off of it?" thought Trax, "Maybe I can think of something weird... like... frosting or something..."
His thoughts quickly turned to the canine friend he had made at the club covered in the stuff like some kind of really queer cupcake. Trax shook his head and tried to think of something else, but he kept coming back to the phantom Chris cracking a smile or giving him a kiss.
"Not helping! Not helping!!" thought Trax as it became more and more uncomfortable for him to sit.
"Hey there! I know you!" said a familiar voice.
Trax snapped out of the struggle he was having with his subconscious to see exactly what he had been thinking about. A scrubs wearing Chris stood in the doorway with a clip board and a smile on his muzzle.
"Shut... up..." thought Trax, "He is even cuter in uniform. I'm busted. I'm going to put his eye out with my massive hard-on... this sucks. An exam room is not a good first date."
"Trax. It's me Chris! You know, Chris from Club Calypso!"
"Yeah, I remember you!" said the tiger trying to hide his nervousness, "uhh... when you said you were in med school, I didn't think it was here!"
"Oh, this is just sort of an apprenticeship type thing. The little Russian lady is my boss," explained Chris while his grey tail happily wagged behind him.
"So... uh... guess you're here to grab my balls, huh?" sheepishly said Trax.
"Well, I'm actually just feeling the base of your spine... which is behind your testicles. So, I can't really get to it unless I get those big tiger cojones out of the way. So, yeah, I guess you could say that grabbing your balls is part of the program," said Chirs.
"Well, uh okay..." shakily said Trax, "I guess I'll just stand up then..."
He got up from the chair and his tail started to nervously swish behind him. Chris turned and locked the door. Trax was thanking his lucky stars that it had a frosted glass window for privacy.
"Alright then," said Chris while he observed Trax's swishing tail and closed stance, "you seem a little nervous Trax. Do you want someone else?"
"No, no... I'd rather it be someone I know I guess..." he said.
"Well then, drop your pants and I'll try to get this over with fast."
Trax cringed as he slowly pulled down his shorts to reveal his tented boxers. It was absolutely mortifying. Guilty. As. Charged.
Chris shyly looked away for a moment before he walked up to Trax and patted him on the side of his face.
"Don't worry about it," Chris assured him, "This happens more than you would think."
Trax couldn't tell if Chris' touch made him calm down, or only got him more aroused. It certainly didn't help things when Chris went down on his knees and slowly took off Trax's boxers.
He was staring at the ceiling and biting his lip as Chris moved his hand to Trax's crotch and secretly toyed with his balls under the guise of moving them out of the way. He eventually cupped them with his hand and pressed his fingers behind them.
"Turn your head and cough please," said Chris.
With great effort, Trax managed to hack once. Chris was grinning like a maniac when he saw Trax's tiger sheath move a little farther down. He couldn't believe his luck. He didn't get that cute tiger's number, and now here he is! Feeling his balls and staring at his gorgeous junk! What are the odds?
"And again please," said Chris with an embarrassed look on his face. This is definitely going against the Hippocratic Oath.
Trax managed to cough again and Chris almost discharged his own brand of biohazard into his pants when he saw a single drip of pre roll down Trax's hard manhood.
"Well now Trax, this is no good at all," he said while somehow keeping a straight face.
Trax shakily asked, "What's wrong?"
"I can't feel anything until your erection subsides. I'm just going to have to make it go down."
"What are you going to do?" asked the tiger.
"Well, I have to drain the blood out of it with a big fucking needle," joked Chris. He noticed the horrified look on Trax's face and decided to surprise him right then and there.
"Naw I'm just kidding," quickly said Chris, "I'm just gonna suck your dick."
"WAH!?" exclaimed Trax. But he couldn't get out another word before Chris started to run his long canine tongue over Trax's crotch. Trax quickly became weak in the knees and had to sit down while Chris continued to lovingly lap at his erection. He placed a paw behind one of Chris' ears while he watched him work.
Trax purred when Chris brought his tongue up to the tip of his cock and clean off all of the pre that had been accumulating. Everything that he was feeling was just too much for him to take. He did not think when he woke up that morning that the beautiful canine he had met at the club would be slobbering all over him by noon.
"Tell me when you're going to come Trax," panted Chris, "I don't want it to get everywhere."
"Right now, right now, right now!" exclaimed Trax.
Chris stuffed Trax into his muzzle and quickly drank down nearly all that the tiger could give him. The big cat purred loudly as Chris tried to keep up with his twitching cock. His tongue was gently massaging it as he swallowed and it drove Trax mad. After a few moments of bliss, Trax was spent and his erection finally started to subside.
Without a moment to spare, Trax ordered Chris to get up on the exam table. The canine quickly obliged and took off his shirt. He was a little surprised when Trax stuck his right paw in front of his muzzle, but he got the idea and started to lick it covering it with a mixture of spit with what was left of Trax's cum.
With a combined effort, Trax and Chris pulled down the scrubs pants as fast as they could. Trax quickly and carefully removed Chris' underwear with his damp paw to expose his hard and dripping erection. He had found a really good friend in Chris, and now he wanted to cement that bond by relieving him too.
Trax wrapped his lubed up fingers around Chris' erection and started to rapidly jerk it up and down. Chris let out a whine which practically begged for release. Trax figured that the faster they get it over with, the less likely they would get caught. Trax brought his mouth up to Chris' and kissed him adoringly as he reached his climax.
After Trax cleaned off Chris' grey and white fur with his rough tongue, they put their clothes back on and got back to the business at hand. Trax was able to cough, and Chris was able to feel everything that he needed to due to his relaxed state.
"Ahem... well... now that we have that out of our systems," said Chris, "I'd like to inform you that you have a perfect spine, and a rockin' cock. I'd make a note about your sexual health, but I'm pretty sure that you don't need that to play tennis. Uh... that was pretty fun Trax... guess I'll see you around some time. Any questions?"
Trax could only think of one thing that was very important to him.
"Hey Chris, what's your number?"