I was due for a visit to the doctor. Ugh...I just dreaded being told everything I was doing wrong every year.
I always thought about skipping my doctor's appointments, but if they don't see me, they won't refill my meds. I had crossed the line into high blood pressure years ago, mostly from job related stress, but regardless of the reason, apparently those meds are kind of a big deal. I didn't feel any different taking them, so I wondered how much good they were actually doing me.
I arrived for my appointment a few minutes before the scheduled time and sat in the waiting room. I always got appointments near closing time due to my work hours. Before I was there very long, one of the admin girls called my name. Up to the counter I went.
"Dr. Thatcher is out of town for a family emergency. We have been having his patients see Dr. Thorne for the last couple of days for the more routine appointments. Is that okay or would you rather reschedule when Dr. Thatcher returns?" The girl behind the counter asked.
"I'll see the doctor who's here. This is nothing special," I replied.
She had me go back to the waiting room where I was the only one there until I was finally directed to go through the door with the nurse.
Weight check, blood pressure check, waited a few minutes, and blood pressure check again. It was always high the first time. I did not like being at the doctor's office, and my numbers always reflected that. A few minutes to settle usually brought the numbers down to a more normal range.
"The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse advised as she closed the exam room door as she exited.
"Shortly" is a way to say "whenever they get around to you". So there I sat, waiting and playing on my phone.
Finally the doctor entered. He was looking over the laptop in his hands as he entered the room. Putting it down on the counter, he pulled up a chair and continued to look over the info on the screen without even acknowledging I was there.
Still without looking up, he started talking about my blood test results...the good, the not so great, what I should be doing, and what I shouldn't be doing. It was all the standard stuff I was used to hearing, regardless of which doctor was saying it. He was wrapping it up by asking if I had any questions.
"Nope," came my standard answer.
"Good deal. It looks like you're my last appointment, so it also looks like I might get a few holes of golf in."
The doctor had just finished saying that as he stood up to leave when he finally seemed to look at his patient for the first time since he walked in.
"Oh hey, I've seen you before over at Joe's house. You were just leaving when I was arriving to shoot a round of golf with him," the doctor said. "That's your motorcycle in the parking lot isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is. You're a friend of Joe's?" I asked, already knowing where this was headed.
I'd met several of Joe's 'friends' in the past. It seemed to turn out with the same results. They would use me as their personal sex toy, get off, and Joe would get new videos featuring me and his buddies to distribute to his group.
The doctor had turned his back towards me again as he was looking at his laptop. I came up behind him and dropped to my knees as would be expected shortly anyways. I knew the drill, Joe's friends loved to get their cocks sucked. Dr. Thorne placed the laptop back on the counter.
When he turned around I was already reaching into his scrub pants and down into his underwear. I pulled out his cock without hesitation.
"Uh...what," the doctor started saying, but I knew what was expected. "Hey!" he started saying again.
My mouth closed around the soft member, my tongue already going to work on him. My hands were untying the drawstring on his pants and dropping them around his knees followed by his underwear.
"Hey! Hold up a minute," I heard him say. One of my hands started to pump his growing penis as my other hand cupped his scrotum.
A low moan escaped his lips as his hands grabbed onto either side of my head. Dr. Thorne seemed to be playfully trying to pull me off, but I was already in full slut mode. I bobbed up and down what was now the rock hard length of manhood between his legs and gently squeezed his balls as his moaning got a little louder and he was hanging onto my head for dear life as he tried to remain standing.
In record time and with no more warning that a loud grunt, Dr. Thorne's cum started shooting across my tongue and down my throat. He was huffing and puffing like he had run a marathon as he dropped down onto the patient bed.
