I had a concussion and was kept in for twenty-four hours for observation to ensure that I was ok. I was more embarrassed than anything else, having paid no attention to the road and daydreaming about Dan fucking me. Cal found it highly amusing, eventually, after the initial scare. He picked me up and took me home. He didn't seem at all bothered that I had messed around with another guy, then explained that as I was new to discovering myself, he felt he had no right to dictate what I did.
I had been instructed to make an appointment to see the Dr for any after-care I might need. When I got home and changed, I saw a few spots of blood in my shorts and vowed to mention it to the Dr, in case it was something serious and linked to my recent injury. I made an appointment for the next day, at one of the medical clinics in town. I was slightly apprehensive as I waited in the reception area for my name to be called. I tried to occupy my mind with one of the many magazines littered around but found I could not concentrate. Eventually, a female nurse approached me, took my weight and height, asked me questions about my general health and showed me through to the examination room. She instructed me to strip and put on one of the gowns that hung on the back of the door. I hadn't mentioned my bleeding to her out of a feeling of mortification and hoped that I would get a male physician.
I needn't have worried. The door opened, and the Dr stepped in. He was one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, and I started to wonder whether there was a conspiracy against me to get me alone with the most attractive men on the planet. He had brown hair that was naturally spiky, with no product, and gorgeous blue eyes. His nose was slightly thickened, as if from an old college football injury and he had a dazzling smile that made my dick twitch. He was broad-built and I started to picture what kind of muscles he was hiding under his tunic.
"Hello, Smith, I'm Dr. Evans and I'll be conducting your examination today," he said by way of introduction. "I understand you had a recent head injury, is that right?" he asked, referring to the notes attached to a clipboard.
I nodded. "Yeah, I walked out in front of a car, not paying attention."
He smiled. "Silly boy. Wool-gathering, were you?"
"Something like that," I replied, thinking to myself, 'actually I was as high as a kite after getting one of the best fucks ever.'
He noted something down on his paper, then instructed me to lie on the examination table. "As this is your first visit with us, I'm going to do a general physical and get a sense of your current well-being," he informed me, then proceeded to conduct his checks. I tried to think of anything else other than the sensation of his hands on my body and his proximity. He smelt good and I could feel the heat coming off him. Thank fuck the ceiling fan was whirring away.
"So, how are you feeling in yourself?" he asked, putting his stethoscope around his neck after having listened to my heart and abdomen.
I nodded. "I feel ok, really. Just a bit of a loon for being so clumsy."
"It can happen to anybody," he smiled at me.
I cleared my throat. "There is one thing I guess I should mention." He stayed quiet, so I continued. "I noticed that I had blood in my shorts when I got home from the hospital."
