Ethan's Black Dick Emergency

All characters are over the age of 18 in this work of fiction.

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Ethan rushed through the hospital doors; his husband of ten years Marshall had been taken in by an ambulance only moments prior. His face was pale when he arrived at the nurse's station for answers.

"I'm Ethan Dempsy, I am here to see my husband, Marshall Dempsy." He said with a panic in his voice, "He was taken here, I think he had a heart attack..."

"He is in room 102," The dark-haired nurse interrupted, "I will call someone down to take you to him."

"Thank you." Ethan felt like his heart was about to beat through his chest. He ran his hand through his peppered blonde hair as he looked over the large waiting room where guests went about their business as best they could, their lives interrupted by tragedy.

"Mr. Dempsy?" A brown-haired female nurse called from two large automatic doors. Ethan quickly made his way to her.

"Follow me." The nurse guided Ethan beyond the doors that almost immediately closed behind him. The back rooms of the emergency room were the typical sterile white with a mint green strip of pain that seemed to follow the ceiling. "Your husband is being overseen by Dr. Washington." She began to explain. Ethan was happy, anything to pierce through the deafening silence. "He had a heart attack, but the team acted quickly and he seems to be doing alright."

"Thank God..." Ethan muttered putting his hand to his chest. We watched as nurses and doctors made their way through the labyrinth of halls with ease.

"He still is in care as anything can happen in these moments." She added as they turned to another hall and began to pass by a large nurse's station, "We still have him in ICU but you can step in for a moment and speak with the doctor. I would suggest not getting too carried away, Mr. Dempsy will need a calm environment. He was in and out of consciousness earlier, but he needs rest."

"Of course." Ethan agreed. The nurse stopped before a glass room with a placard that read A-102. Opening the door, she drew a large blue curtain aside. As Ethan entered, just beyond the nurse he saw his husband resting in a large-sided bed attached to numerous monitors.

"The doctor will be in shortly. There is a chair if you need it. The large red button on the bed next to your husband will call the nurses if you need it."

"Thank you." Ethan barely got the words out before the nurse closed the glass doors and scurried off.

The ICU patient room was stark and sterile, bathed in a cold, fluorescent glow. A single hospital bed sat in the center, its white sheets neatly tucked yet appearing untouched despite Marshall resting just under the thin fabric. Beeping monitors lined the walls, their screens flickering with vital signs, casting eerie reflections on the sterile tile floor. IV poles stood like silent sentinels, clear tubes snaking toward the patient, delivering unseen lifelines. A ventilator hummed softly beside the bed. Wires, tubes, and sterile equipment cluttered the small space, leaving little room for anything personal.

Ethan walked up to the bed uneasy and unsure.

"Baby..." Ethan took his partner's hand. It was slightly cold to the touch, "I was so scared... but they said things are looking up..." Ethan looked to his resting husband, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, "I'm here now. You just rest okay... I love you."

The pair had been together since just after college and were nearly inseparable. Ethan let out a sigh. It had all happened so fast. The pair were in a park just around the corner from the hospital when Marshall collapsed.

Ethan was relieved when a knock on the glass interrupted his memory. Before he could answer the door opened and the doctor stepped in.

A tall, muscular black man with a commanding presence, walked in with an air of calm authority that seemed to fill the room. Ethan couldn't help but notice the prominent muscles in the doctor's scrubs, a detail that momentarily distracted him from his worry.

"I'm Dr. Washington," Kendrick Washington said, his deep voice soothing yet firm. "You are Ethan Dempsy, I assume."

"I am." Ethan said taking the doctor's hand in a firm shake. Once he was released the dark-skinned man turned to shut the door and pull the curtain shut.

"It seems your husband suffered a minor heart attack." The doctor said grabbing a clipboard hanging from the foot of the large bed, "We were able to get him here quickly due to your call and everything seems stable. He pulled through alright."

"That's good to hear." The responded. The doctor paused for a moment looking over all the monitors. Marshall's heart rate was slightly slow but still kept a good rhythm. Ethan watched, his heart still in his throat.

As he waited, Ethan found his eyes drawn to Kendrick. There was something about the doctor that commanded his attention, a raw masculinity that was both intimidating and alluring. He had only ever dated black men before he met Marshall. It had been nearly two decades since he had been out of the dating world. Kendrick caught Ethan's gaze and held it, his dark eyes intense. Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Are you doing alright, Mr. Dempsy?"

"I am." Ethan responded. He could tell the doctor was waiting for me, "I feel like I'm going crazy but I am fine."

"How long have you been together?" The doctor asked as he began flipping through some of the meticulous paperwork.

"Ten years married, just after it was legal." Ethan said. He softly placed his partner's hand back on his body. He felt a pain rise up through his body and for a moment he thought he'd burst into tears, "But We had been together for almost ten years before that."

"That is a long time." Dr. Washington stated, "There are many couples who don't come anywhere close to that. You must really care for one another."

"We do." Ethan said looking back to the quiet man at his side.

Marshall lay motionless in the center of the ICU room, his frail body swallowed by crisp white sheets. The monitors continued to beep in a steady rhythm, their screens casting faint blue light across pale, unmoving skin. A ventilator hissed softly, each breath a mechanical whisper.

"Well just so you know you are doing great as well." The doctor pointed out. Kendrick took a step closer, his hand reaching out to grasp Ethan's shoulder. The touch sent a jolt through Ethan, a mix of comfort and arousal that was both unexpected and intense.

Ethan nodded, his lips parting slightly as he took a breath. "Thank you, Doctor."

Kendrick leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan's ear, almost startling the 40-year-old man. "I know this is a difficult time," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I can help."

Ethan's breath hitched, his body responding to Kendrick's closeness. He felt a wave of heat wash over him, a desire he hadn't felt in years. He turned his head slightly, his lips inches from Kendrick's.

"Ethan," Kendrick murmured, his voice laced with desire. "What can I do for you."

The blonde man hesitated before he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Kendrick's in a fierce, hungry kiss. The man had not felt a heat like this in a long while. The Doctor seemed to growl in their lip's embrace.

Doctor Washington's hands gripped Ethan's sides, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled and explored. Ethan could feel Kendrick's arousal pressing against him through the deep blue scrubs, a hard length that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Kendrick broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "I could tell you needed this the moment I walked into the room," he growled, tossing the clipboard to the bed. Ethan's eyes were watery as he looked at his husband in the bed. The doctor gripped his chin turning his head back, "20 years is a long time, white boy."

"It's been an incredible life." The words slipped from Ethan's lips. Dr. Washing chuckled.

"Maybe. But don't forget I saw the man naked, I know what you've been missing all those years as well." The doctor pulled Ethan's hand to his crotch. The man could feel the massive length of the heat barely concealed under the dense fabric. His heart raced. The doctor was right. He loved Marshall but the man was certainly lacking in the dick department. Ethan had become accustomed to black men and their 9-to-12-inch cocks before Marshall had come along. Still, the man wowed him in every way. Enough so that his 4-inch dick wasn't an issue. Instinctively Ethan's hand squeezed the massive tool and he let out a deep withheld breath.

Ethan nodded biting his lip. It felt incredible. His body was aching. Kendrick turned the man around, pushing him gently towards the hospital bed. Ethan looked down at Marshall as his body lowered, his heart-wrenching with guilt and desire. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, not now, not here, but his body was on fire, and he couldn't deny it.

Kendrick unbuckled Ethan's belt, his hands deftly removing Ethan's pants and underwear. As the fabric sank down his legs, Ethan's pale ass was exposed to the doctor.

"Damn, that ass is fat." Dr. Washington chuckled. Without warning he gave the bare flesh a firm slap causing Ethan to jolt. Ethan gasped as he felt Kendrick's fingers rub against his exposed hole, "Damn that's a nice tight cunt. I'm not surprised seeing your man's shriveled pink dick."

"Doctor..." Ethan wanted to oppose but he knew the doctor wasn't wrong. How could he protest when Kendrick probably saw countless dicks every day. Instead, he took his own dick in his hands. He was in no way endowed himself, but his rock-hard cock did reach a solid six inches.

Ethan let out a small moan, his body arching back as Kendrick's finger slid inside him. He could feel the stretch, the burn, and it felt incredible. Even his fingers felt wider than Marshall's cock. Kendrick added another finger, scissoring them inside Ethan, preparing him for what was to come.

Kendrick groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Ethan bit his lip, his body aching with need. "Yes," he whispered. "Please, Doctor. I need you inside me."

Kendrick withdrew his fingers, and Ethan could hear the sound of fabric rustling behind him. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Kendrick's as the doctor untied the scrubs. The dark blue shapeless fabric lowered exposing a set of tight red briefs. Ethan felt his breath disappear as the shape of the massive rod began to form. The doctor grabbed the sides of the briefs pulling them down, across the stiff member. As the massive dark cock seemed to grow as every inch was revealed, Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the sight. He had not seen a cock this large outside of a screen in years.

"Like what you see, white boy?" The doctor asked. Ethan nodded desperately.

"Fuck yes." He muttered. He wanted so badly to be on his knees with that massive black cock buried down his throat but Kendrick was the one giving orders. The doctor gripped Ethan's hips causing him to face the bed again, his cock pressing against Ethan's entrance. Ethan braced himself, his body tense with anticipation. He was nervous. He had not taken a dick this big in over two decades.

Kendrick pushed forward, his cock sliding inside Ethan with a slow, steady thrust.

Ethan gasped, his body stretching to accommodate the massive head of Kendrick's dick. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "You're so big."

Kendrick chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "You can take it," he murmured. "Just relax and let me in. I can tell by the way you were looking at it that this isn't the first black cock you've taken."

Ethan nodded, his body adjusting to the intrusion. "It's been a very, very long time." The white man minced as inch by inch began to fill his hole. Leaning forward he gripped the sheets of the bed. He felt the firm pressure of the doctor's hand against his back pushing him further down. As he neared the mattress he could feel the legs of his husband underneath the sheet. Remembering where he was, he looked back at his husband's face. Marshall looked so peaceful. A twinge of guilt coursed across his body.

The feeling was overtaken by the pain of the intruding dick. Kendrick had begun to move, his hips thrusting against Ethan's ass in a steady rhythm. Ethan could hear the sound of their bodies coming together and the slight slap of skin against skin. Almost unconsciously Kendrick moved to the sound of the heart monitor beeping in the room.

"Poor Marshall..." Ethan muttered through his wincing teeth. The doctor scuffed.

"He's fine!" He almost yelled and thrust his dick even harder into the man's ass hole. Ethan cried out. He watched as the clipboard fell off the other side of the bed, hitting the floor with a clatter.

"Oh, God," Ethan moaned, his body moving in sync with Kendrick's. "That feels so fucking good."

Kendrick gripped Ethan's hips tighter, his thrusts growing deeper, harder. "You like that, don't you?" he growled. "You like feeling my cock inside your tight hole."

Kendrick pushed his cock deeper into Ethan. The man's ass was as warm as an oven. The blonde could feel every inch of it, filling him completely.

"Oh god," Ethan moaned into the bed. "It feels so good!"

The Doctor picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. The married man could feel the cock inside him, hitting all the right spots. He moaned and writhed beneath the doctor, desperate for more.

"Harder," he begged. "Fuck me harder!" He didn't care if the nurses heard.

"What about Marshall?" The doctor teased.

"Fuck, Marshall!" Ethan shouted slamming his ass back against the doctor's raging manhood. "I need that fucking black dick!"

Ethan nodded, his body on fire with desire. "Yes," he gasped. "I love it. I love feeling something inside of me!"

"Not used to that feeling are you!" The doctor laughed. Kendrick looked at the patient in his bed. He didn't say a word as he saw Marshall's eyes slowly open. Instead, he leaned forward grabbing Ethan's blonde hair, turning his head away from his husband, and holding his face against the bed, "Not used to having a real man's cock buried in your boy pussy, are you? You got use that shriveled shrimp dick your husband has, didn't you?"

"I never got used to it..." Ethan spoke into the sheets, barely audible over the sound of the whirring machines and the slap of skin-on-skin thrusting, "I've been desperate for a dick like this for so fucking long!" The doctor watched as the man under the sheets seemed to stare down at the pair at the foot of the bed almost unaware. Kendrick slowly let go of Ethan's hair as Marshall's eyes began to close again.

"It's like this ass hasn't been touched in ages!" The doctor called out. He could feel his orgasm building. As if on cue one of the machines let out a loud beep as the heart monitor flat-lined. Ethan jerked to face his husband again as the doctor's cock continued to impale his ass.

"Doctor!" Ethan cried out.

Kendrick wasn't about to let this man interrupt his nut! The doctor reached around, his hand wrapping around Ethan's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Ethan moaned, his body tensing as pleasure coursed through him. The blonde's eyes closed as every inch of his body seemed to scream in pleasure.

"Fuck, Kendrick," he gasped. "I'm close. I'm so close."

Kendrick's thrusts grew faster, harder, his hand on Ethan's cock moving in time with his hips. "Come for me, Ethan," he growled. "Come all over my hand."

Ethan's body tensed, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his release spilling over Kendrick's hand and onto the bed. Kendrick continued to thrust.

"Fuck, yes!" he groaned. As he smeared Ethan's seed all over the sheets, he began to power his dick into the man's used-up hole. Ethan didn't think he could take anymore. He grabbed the plastic railing of the far side of the bed as the doctor continued to assault his hole. The sound of the buzzing machine filled the room as Kendrick buried every inch of his massive cock in the man's asshole.

Kendrick's thrusts grew faster, harder, his body tensing as he began to find his own release. "Fuck white boy!!!," he growled, his body shuddering as he came, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He pounded away at Ethan's insides. Cum began to spill out over the sides of his dark cock. With every spurt of jizz the doctor refused to relent his fury on the man's backside.

It felt like ages before he grunted his way to a slow stop. Ethan collapsed against the bed, his body spent and aching. He up at Marshall, his heart heavy with guilt. It had been at least five more minutes. He wanted to demand the doctor do something, but he could barely form words. Suddenly Ethan felt a pop as Kendrick's massive tool freed itself from his hole. The doctor took a few ragged breaths before reaching down for his briefs and pants.

Ethan lifted slightly unsure of what to say next. He watched as Kendrick moved to one of the machines and finagled with some buttons. With that, the heart line disappeared from the screen completely and

"I'm sorry..." Ethan muttered. He ran his hand up his husband's body. His eyes grew wide as his fingers landed on a tiny softening dick barely concealed underneath the uncomfortable fabric of the bed sheets. The man could still feel the wetness just a few layers away from his fingertips.

Quickly he pulled his hand back. "Don't you feel any remorse..." Ethan asked the doctor who was rearranging the disheveled scrubs on his muscular body as if nothing had happened.

"Remorse?" Dr. Washington gave the man a funny look, "You're the sixth husband I fucked today!" He laughed.

Ethan felt the gravity of the situation starting to kick in as his body was filled with a sudden coldness. The man quickly knelt down and began pulling up his pants. He could feel Kendrick's cum slowly trickling down his left leg.

"Wha... what do I do?" He almost begged the doctor, his voice beginning to crack. As he rose, he again placed his hand on his husband's leg.

"Well, you can either go find one of the nurses and let them know your husband's dead and start the mourning process," The doctor picked up the clipboard from the floor and reattached it to the foot of the man's bed, "or you can come back with me to my office. I think I could use some head while I fill out this death certificate."

Dr. Washington moved to the curtained door. He only paused a moment before looking back at Ethan who stood there silent over his husband's body unsure of what to do, "Are you coming, white boy?"

The blonde took a deep sigh. Not even taking the time to look back at Marshall he followed after the hulking black doctor. He couldn't wait to taste that massive black dick.