Page 20 of Plentywood
As soon as I walked out of the exam room, Agnes pointed to another. I raised a finger and pointed to the bathroom. Before I went to examine Charlie, I wanted to check a mirror for some odd reason. I’d seen him once before and knew he was smoking hot. I wanted to look my best too.
Knocking on the exam room door before entering, I waited for the patient to respond. Charlie invited me in after the knock,so I took a deep breath and opened the door. Charlie sat on the examination table, buck naked. Not a stitch of clothing. However, he was wearing a wide grin.
I quickly turned away and pretended to be organizing the small desk that was behind me. “The robes are right next to you on that counter,” I stated, pointing over my shoulder.
“Yeah, I know. But why bother, right? You’re gonna want me naked in a minute, anyway.”
“If you’re comfortable,” I agreed.
I spun around after sitting on the rolling stool that had been under the desk, scooting toward him. He made zero effort to cover his privates. I was eye level to quite a specimen of manhood. After a four-year residency and one year doing a fellowship, this wasn’t my first penis by a long mile. However, this example was picture-perfect. The view wasn’t hurt by the fact a stunning body was attached to a perfect cock.
“Are you going to use the stirrups?” he asked. “You know, in case you need a better view.”
I figured he was messing with me. He was the exact same man he’d been the day I met him at his gas station. A bit mischievous, a lot mouthy, full of himself, and extremely sexy. My eyes traveled up his abdomen, which was tight despite being slightly bent forward. Even his obliques teased me with the way they carved a valley that led to the prize directly in front of my eyes. I suddenly realized that my position on the stool would be an incredibly hot position from which to blow him.
I shook the sexual fantasy from my brain. “We don’t use stirrups for male patients getting physicals,” I informed him.
“That’s a shame,” he stated. “I have a feeling you’d enjoy the view.”
I brought my iciest glare to my face. “This isn’t a gas station, Mr. Brewster. This is a doctor’s office. A doctor’s office whereyour grandmother is employed. So, I would appreciate you acting like an adult, if you can do that.”
“You’re uptight, doc.”
“You’re welcome to find another physician,” I declared, beginning to roll the stool back to the desk to make my point that I was more than willing to end his appointment.
He threw himself back, laying on the exam table, spreading his legs, and fully exposing himself even more. “Fine,” he whined. “Get started.”
I stood and made my way to the side of the table, doing my best to not stare at his ample dick. If this was flaccid, what was erect? His eyes were closed, so I suppose I could practically accost him with my eyes, but that was unprofessional. I grabbed a small pillow, lifting the back of his head and placed it under his neck.
His eyes popped open just as mine was exploring his torso. I cleared my throat and turned to him. “Do you have any health concerns, Mr. Brewster?”
He stifled a laugh. “I have a concern that if you don’t loosen up with your bedside manner and start calling folks by their first names, you’re gonna be run out of town quicker than a rabid raccoon.”
“What would you like me to call you?” I asked, palpating his abdomen to check for masses and tenderness. “How is this?” I asked before he answered me. “Any discomfort?”
“I’d like you to call me Daddy,” he quipped. “And the only discomfort is that you’re not naked too.” I stepped back and leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. “Uh-oh! The doctor looks mad,” he joked.
Tilting my head toward the door, making sure he was looking at me, I spoke calmly. “That will be the last one, Mr. Brewster. If you cannot be respectful and treat my time as important to you, we can end this examination. At which point, I will makea permanent notation in your file that states that you will no longer be welcome in this clinic. Do you understand me, sir?”
“You don’t like me, do you?” he asked.
“I don’t know you well enough to answer that question, sir.”
“But you’re leaning toward not liking me, right?”
“I’m here to assist you with your health needs, Mr. Brewster. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
He sat up, still unconcerned with where his cock flopped. He was stunning up close, and I felt the slightest bead of sweat forming on my upper lip and forehead. He’d gotten to me. Having him on the exam table was difficult. I’d seen young men that skateboard or surf on television. The types that have zero body fat and look a bit dirty for some reason. Dirty, but hotter than a human should be allowed to look. Hewasthat young man, and here he was in front of me, practically inviting me to jump his bones.
“Call me Charlie,” he said quietly. “I’ll behave,” he added.
I didn’t respond, but instead proceeded with his examination. I listened to his heart with my stethoscope and then moved it to his back, where I had him inhale and exhale, listening for his lung function. Moving to his front, I lifted his chin and felt for the glands in his neck.
“Please open your mouth,” I said, lifting his chin again as he opened wide. He had perfect teeth, previously hidden by thick and pillowy lips. “Sayahh, please.” I tapped his chin and released my grip, turning to face the counter to make notes.
“Will I live?” he asked.
“You appear to be in excellent shape, Charlie,” I explained, softening my posture and tone of voice. I turned back to him and made my way to where his legs hung over the exam table, nudging his knees apart. His eyes widened as he watched me carefully. If I allowed myself to, I could have swum in his eyesfor days. He was heavy lidded, dreamy actually, and the color of blue was brilliant. A robin’s egg color.
