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Chapter 29 by MrLarsBar MrLarsBar

Is he still staying?

Yes

Five hours had passed since his examination. Due to the whims of the doctors and nurses, he was given his own room and an additional stay-day. There was nothing medically wrong with him. His erection was steely and strong, contrary to most big dicks which were floppy and headache-inducing, and he was healthy across the board. No matter which way the doctors and nurses looked, he was in pristine condition.

But the desire to look at his dick was too strong. The temptation to **** their authority overwriting their rational side, all so they could see a big white cock.

There legitimately wasn't a reason to keep him at the West Mercy Hospital otherwise. It had to be his manhood. Even his testimony was sound. From what he gathered, the detectives still didn't know what Ivy and Harley wanted and why the former was **** during their escape. Aaron wasn't keen on telling them the truth either. Sex, Dionesium, it sounded larger than life. He wanted to maintain his ordinary life. Luckily, Aaron was an excellent actor and even the prying eyes of Joely Bartlett and the experienced Josie Mac couldn't see through him.

His lies went by smoothly in part because of their blatant ogling of his bulge. He was half-tempted to fuck the lot of them. Doctors, nurses, detectives. It would have been fun. All of them besides Tam were older than him. Aaron had a pretty wide taste so he didn't mind fucking MILFs. However, he wasn't too keen about the eventual clean-up. Eight women in one room? The walls would probably be dripping with his cum.

Besides sex, Aaron enjoyed unwinding on his bed. Watching movies and television and the occasional news. Sleeping in his hospital room was more or less the same thing; a fantastic way to pass time. The only unlucky bit was, once again, his cock.

Despite his mega cock, or perhaps due to it, he suffered from the great bane of men; the morning wood. The tent he pitched was literally a tent with how high up it went. He turned to his side in order to hide it but as he drifted in and out of sleep he would inevitably lay on his back.

He was sleeping when he heard footsteps outside. The quiet taps of a nurse's clogs. The loud click of high-heels. Aaron didn't think much of it until the entrance to his room opened wide. There was a pause.

Does he know who it is?

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