"Doc!!  I need to see you as soon as possible… it's very important…"

I recognized the voice on the other end of my cell phone as that of Brad, a very popular 
and famous actor, one of many in my practice.  Recently married to Jennifer, he and his 
wife were the "It" couple of the year, possibly the decade.  I had seen them both in my 
practice for a few years, usually for a cold or cough, never anything serious.  But Brad 
sounded awful upset today…

"Now calm down and tell me what is going on."  I had built a small but demanding 
practice that consisted of celebrities and their immediate families almost exclusively over 
the past several years.  I had cultivated this practice very carefully, limiting my office 
staff to only one other person who I trusted implicitly, and maintaining a policy of 
absolute and total confidentiality.  I had gone so far as to even disguising my office 
entrance with a fake business identity and very tight electronic security devices.

"I can't talk about it over the phone… can I come over to your office, say, in a hour?"  
One of my policies in my practice (besides absolute confidentiality) is to make myself as 
available to my small group of patients as humanly possible.  This was not to say that I 
would not turn down completely irrational requests, but if it was within reason, and 
sometimes if it wasn't, I'd do what I could for my patients.  Of course, they paid 
handsomely for this, but most never complained about my fees, which were considerably 
higher than those of my contemporaries.  On the other hand, they never sat in a waiting 
room, usually were seen right away at my office or at their homes, and never had to 
worry about their stories turning up on the front page of the National Enquirer.

"Ok, Brad; my office, one hour.  Do I need to know anything in advance?"

"No… I don't thing so… will we be alone?"

"Yes, of course.  Besides, I don't really think I'd be able to get my assistant back from 
her honeymoon tonight, even for you…."

"Ok… great… uh, one hour… click"

Strange, I thought to myself, he sounded awful nervous and upset.  I hoped that it was 
nothing serious, though with this group of patients, one could never tell.  In most ways, 
they were no different than most patients… but add money, access to parties, sex, 
alcohol, drugs, and all sorts of things happen. 

An hour later, I found myself at the secluded front entrance to my office, unlocking the 
doors and turning on the lights as dusk approached.  The front door was not the entrance 
that patients used… too obvious.  Actually, the office backed up to a very exclusive 
group of shops and restaurants with a rabbit's warren of hallways behind them.  All my 
patients were instructed to enter through the maze of corridors so that if anyone was 
following, evasion and escape down one of the alternative hallways was always an 
option.   A soft knock at the back door a few minutes after the office was fully prepped 
and ready announced Brad's timely arrival.  After my usual check of the security 
monitors that I had peppered throughout the back halls revealed nothing, I let him in and 
locked the door behind him.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries as I led him back to 
the main exam/procedure room, and he took a seat on the exam table as I chose one of the 
rolling stools in the room.  

"So what has you all upset tonight, Brad?  You look completely normal; how can I help  
you tonight?"

He blushed a deep red and looked down at the floor, and I immediately sensed that this 
was going to be one of these problems.  "I couldn't, uh, you know…. Uh… umm… "

"Perform?" I ventured.

"Yes, that's it," he said softly, as he blushed deeply again.  "I've never had this happen to 
me before!!" he practically cried.

I felt badly for him; here was America's favorite male sex symbol, sitting in my office, 
worried about his manliness, his potency…. If word got out about this, the press would 
have a field day, which is exactly why my practice was run the way it was, and why my 
clientele was so loyal to me.

"Ok, Brad; now you know that this is very common for all men to experience this at one 
time or another…"

"I've heard that… but those men aren't me. And they don't have the burden of my 
position… And they don't have a sexy wife like Jen… and…."  He babbled on.

"Alright, here, get undressed and into this gown… and then tell me what happened."

As he begins to take off his clothes, he tells me his tale of woe… "Well, Jen and I were 
just reading over some scripts in the sunroom this morning when she gets up and asks if 
she can get me anything.  Of course, being the smart mouth I am, I say "A loaf of bread, a 
jug of wine, and thou…"  to which she responds "Oh, really…" and begins stripping off 
her clothes, one piece at a time, and doing this really great striptease for me… but I'm not 
getting hard and usually I'd be busting out of my jeans in a second just thinking about her 
great body… so I'm getting worried, and she getting naked, and things are just going 
downhill…"

"Then what?"  Despite my professional demeanor, this stuff was starting to turn me on… 
I had always been able to keep my mental distance from my patients in the past, but for 
some reason, there was something that was getting to me.  It's not like I haven't had my 
share of the beautiful people in my practice; doing a breast exam on Ashley Judd, a 
pelvic on Sharon Stone, or testicular exam on Tom Cruise is just something that comes 
with the territory, but listening to Brad, naked but for a flimsy medical gown, sitting on 
the exam table in front of me, describe intimate details of his sex life with his wife, who 
was also a patient of mine, was a bit much.  

"Well, then with all her clothes off, she starts dancing real sexy while pulling mine off 
too… rubbing her big nipples against my face while she unbuckles my pants, grinding 
my knee with her wet pussy…but by the time she gets my boxers off, it's obvious I'm not 
responding normally.  Even so, she starts licking me and stroking me… but I just 
couldn't!!" he moans.  "I mean, she said that she was fine with it, she said, but I just 
know she is disappointed in me… I'm so humiliated."

"Did she say anything to you about it?"  

"She said that it was fine, that I was just worn out from last night, that it happened to 
everyone once in a while…"

"And she was right; you're wife has a good head on her shoulders; you should listen to 
her… and besides, how many times had you done it last night?"

"Just 5 times… I've done it more than that before…"

"Five?!?  Five?!?!?  I'd be dead if I did it five times in one night!  It would take me a 
week in the ICU to recover…."

"But what if it's more than just that?  What if I can't ever get it up again?"

"Now listen here, Brad," adopting my most authoritative and professional tone, "that 
simply is not going to happen.  I am certain that this was simply a temporary condition 
brought on by overuse.  I'm sure that you've even probably already gotten over it by 
now, and if you'd just get over yourself, you'd see that you are fine.  You should just 
head home and get back into the saddle with Jen, as it were, and get your confidence 
back."  

"But I can't go back to her without knowing for sure that things are fine… and besides, 
she just headed out to New York for a spot on Letterman and won't be back until the day 
after tomorrow…"

"So stop at the neighborhood newsstand, pick up a Penthouse, and go wax that carrot."  
By now, I was starting to get a little tired of the drama queen routine.

"Isn't there any test that you can do to make sure that I am fine before she gets back?  
Just to make sure this" as he grabs his crotch,  "works?"

"Not really, you just need to use it…"

"Well, how will I know?  I can't fail again…"

"Tell you what," I said, as an idea began to form in my somewhat lust-addled brain, "let's 
try an experiment.  I haven't done this since my Human Sexuality in med school, but it 
may be just what you need to prove that you are fine.  But you will have to keep an open 
mind, alright?"

"Anything; I just want to be sure that everything is working ok before I go home…"

"Ok, let's start by having you lay back on the exam table and close your eyes…"

"OK… now what?"

I could feel my palms getting moist and my mouth becoming pasty at the thought of what 
I was going to do… "Now empty your mind and relax.  Think calm and happy thoughts. 
Are you there?"  He murmured his assent before I continued, "Now think back to the 
most erotic thing you and Jen ever did.  Do you have that in your mind?"  He nodded 
slowly, eyes still closed.  "Pretend I'm not here… describe it… "

Slowly he began his story; "It was a few months ago when I came home early from the 
set after there was an equipment breakdown.  I had thought about calling Jen to tell her 
that I was going to be there soon, but my cell had run out of batteries, so I just drove 
home.  When I pulled up, I saw Courtney's car in the driveway; she was always over 
visiting us; she and Jen were as close as two peas in pod.  Anyway, I went inside but 
didn't see them immediately, so I headed to the kitchen for a drink…and found the two of 
them … um… preoccupied with each other."

"Preoccupied?"  

"Well, we have this secluded garden with a rope chair and hammock just off of the 
kitchen… and there was Jen, completely naked in the sun, lying back in the rope swing, 
head thrown back and eyes closed, and Courtney kneeling in front of her, just as naked as 
her, face buried in Jen's pussy, taking long, slow strokes with her tongue… I'm 
completely transfixed by this… frozen there, standing at the counter in the kitchen 15 feet 
from this amazing sight….and Jen is moaning and saying to Courtney, 'yeah, baby, lick 
it… you do that so well… ooohhh….ahhhh….. you love licking me, don't you… you 
always have…'  and Courtney mumbling into Jen's pussy, ' uh, huh… so wet…. 
Mmmm…. So…mmm… tasty…'  And Courtney begins to lick faster and suck harder on 
Jen's clit, and Jen starts her usual moaning and screaming as he reaches orgasm, tossing 
her head back and forth, coming really hard with Court's face just plastered to her wet 
pussy.  

Jen lays back for a sec, then looks up slowly and says to me, 'what do you think of that, 
Brad?  Turn you on?'  I'm floored… I didn't think she even saw me there... Of course, 
I'm as hard as rock by now, about to burst out of my shorts.  Jen crooks her finger and me 
tells me to come over to them, which I do.  Standing in front of the two of them I didn't 
know what to expect, so I lean over to kiss Jen… and Courtney starts by reaching under 
the leg of my shorts and begins to massage my already hard cock, and as I gasp, Jen 
shoves her tongue deep into my throat.  The two of the quickly undress me and make me 
sit on the rope swing.  Suddenly, I feel handcuffs at both of my wrists… those sneaky 
little girls cuffed my hands to the rope swing so I couldn't reach them or myself.   Jen 
says to me, 'just a little payback for sneaking in and spying on us.  I'm going to make 
you watch while I take care of Courtney right in front of you…' as she pushes Courtney 
down onto the other hammock next to me."

At this point, I noticed that Brad's gown that was just tented up in front of him has fallen 
away from his groin, his firm erection standing exposed, straight and hard, throbbing 
slowly with the beat of his heart… and mine is too, though much more confined in my 
scrubs.  Brad opened his eyes and stared at his cock.  "I guess that it works," he said 
softly, giving his perfectly shaped member a soft stroke.

Clearing my throat and trying to sound professional, I manage to croak out, "Apparently 
so…"  Turning suddenly, as if he had forgotten I was there, Brad looked down at me, 
staring pointedly at the lump in my scrubs.

"Yours too, I see…"  he says.  "Is that from the story, or something else?"  

Not wanting to be accused of being unprofessional behaviour, I pull a chart down in front 
of me and licked my suddenly dry lips. "It's just an involuntary reaction."

"I don't think so.  I think that you're turned on by more than just … I think that this hard 
cock turns you on too… I can tell by the way you are staring at it (which I was).  Don't 
worry… I know what that's like.  So do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

I nodded slowly, unable to speak.  "Well, then you are going to have to help me out."

"What do you mean?" I said slowly, sensing danger.

"Well, you are going to have to stand here and stroke me off if you want to hear the rest 
of the story."

"I couldn't," I protested, "I'm your doctor."

"Yes, but aren't you supposed to treat your patients?   I came to you for impotence… 
now I want you to treat me, make sure I can function normally.  That's what I am paying 
you for.  So get over here so I can finish this story…"

I pushed myself to my feet and walked forward to him, seemingly unable to resist his 
siren call… "Now put your hands around it and stroke it… stroke it like you like to be 
stroked…."

I placed my hands around his beautiful cock… the cock that so many women, and not a 
few men all over the world wanted to touch… and began to move up and down, and he 
continued his story…
"So here I am, cuffed to this rope chair, 2 feet from Jen and Courtney who are laying in 
this big hammock we have, naked as the day they were born.  The sight of them kissing 
each other, with lots of tongue and rubbing their beautiful tits and hard nipples together 
and their hands roaming all over each other was enough to make me as hard as Chinese 
arithmetic.   And there was nothing I could do about it.  And to make matters worse, 
every few minutes, one or the other of them would reach over and give me a little stroke, 
or rub the head, or a little lick, just to keep me completely hard… what a delicious 
torture!!  Next thing you know, they are in this wonderful 69, lying on the floor by my 
feet, licking and sucking each other to screaming orgasms.  I'm so hard and turned on by 
all this that I'm leaking all over myself while they come"

"Just like I am now…"  Suddenly, I feel his hand sneaking across the front of my scrubs, 
apparently looking for the tie holding up my pants.  Finding it, he gives a tug, dropping 
my scrubs to the floor.  Taking me softly into his hands, he strokes my stiff cock slowly.  
"Just like you are too, I see.  Is this your first time?"

"Mmmmm…. Oh… yes… well, almost… aaahhhh…." I mumble.

He continues his story softly as he sits up slowly, looking carefully into my eyes, never 
taking his hands away from my cock.  "Anyway, after they finish their orgasm, they 
come crawling over to me, faces all wet and smelling wonderful.  Courtney takes my 
cock into her hands while Jen kneels behind her playing with her beautiful tits, reaching 
down to stroke her clit and rolling her nipples in her palms as she whispers advice and 
licks her ears… telling her to suck me off, which she does.  I'm so turned on I only last 
about 30 seconds with my cock in Courtney's mouth before I come so hard I actually 
thought I was going to scare the neighbors.  And she takes me out of her mouth just as I 
am coming and points me at her chest so that I end up spending myself all over her, with 
Jen rubbing it into her skin, and making Courtney come again with her hands covered 
with my come."

By this time, I'm about ready to explode, and Brad, seeming to sense this, stops stroking 
me and grips me hard at the base of my cock to hold me off, murmuring "Not yet, baby, 
not yet."  Yet he didn't complain as I continue to stroke him, feeling his cock growing 
even harder, throbbing as he approached the point of no return.  Because he didn't stop 
me, I assumed that I wanted me to continue, especially since he started to buck and 
groan.  So, knowing what I really enjoyed, I leaned forward and took him into my 
mouth…

Salty, I thought… and soft but firm… but very sexy, and surprisingly warm.  Suddenly, 
he thrusts forward, pushing himself deep into me.  And instead of gagging, I surprise 
myself and grab his waist and pull him all the way in as he starts to spurt in my mouth.  
What a sensation it was, feeling him shaking and moaning, jet after jet of his delicious 
come in my mouth, overflowing at the corners of my lips.  Finishing his orgasm, he pulls 
away slowly, allowing me to finish licking his semen off of his slick cock and off of my 
chin.  Instead of backing away, he leans down and kisses me gently, his tongue sliding 
out and licking his own spend off of my face.  "Mmmm… I always enjoy that taste, even 
if it's just mine…"
He pulls me up and pushes me to a sitting position on the exam table, and then sits down 
on my stool in front of me.  Then, as if nothing else has happened, he continues his story 
as he takes my cock into his hands and begins to stroke me up and down.  "Despite the 
fact that I had just come, watching the two of them had me so turned on that I hardly even 
softened up at all.  Jen uncuffed me, and while I was getting out of the chair, pulled out a 
very large and realistic dildo, complete with harness.  Seeing the surprised look on my 
face, she smiled and said, "What did you think I was doing with Courtney between takes 
in my dressing room?  Running lines?'  Looking over at Courtney, I noticed her staring 
longingly at the plastic appendage as her nipples became even harder and more 
prominent, if that were possible.  By the time I looked back over at Jen, she was wearing 
the big thing, pretending to stroke it and walking over to where Courtney was standing."

With no warning whatsoever, Brad bent down and sucked me deeply into his mouth, 
eliciting a gasp and a moan from my lips.  A couple of strokes and I was on the verge 
again, ready to explode.  Sensing this, he stopped and waited a beat, then continued, "Jen 
just reached out and smacks Courtney hard on her ass, and says 'Bend over and spread 
your legs,' which she does with a delicious little whimper.  Then she turns to me and 
says, 'take a look at how wet she is, Brad,' and reaches over to spread her bottom, 
showing me her swollen and soaked lips.  'Take a taste, Brad… doesn't she taste 
wonderful?'  Which of course she did, whimpering and trembling as we took turns 
licking her from behind."

Brad began stroking me again slowly as he said, "So Jen stands up and says 'Put it in, 
Brad… get her ready for me…' Of course, I'm in no position to argue with her, and I 
stand up, position myself behind her, and push myself all the way in to the hilt.  I couple 
of strokes from me, with Jen diddling her clit and pinching her nipple had her shaking 
and moaning as I felt Courtney coming around me.  'I think she's ready for me, Brad' she 
says, taking my place and pushing herself deep into Courtney, grabbing her tits as she 
did, and kissing her neck."

Brad started licking the head of my cock again, this time more gently, pushing his tongue 
up against the opening and lavishing attention on the sensitive underside.  "Mmmm… 
you taste great… almost as good as Jen's wet slit."  All of this attention had me shaking 
and moaning, trying to push more of myself into his mouth.  "Don't worry, I'm going to 
let you come in a sec," he says as he swallows me for an instant before pulling away.  "I 
just want you to hear the end of the story."

"So, as Jen is taking Courtney from behind, pinching her nipples and reaching around to 
her clit, I move behind Jen, positioning myself so that as she pulls back, her slit pushes 
against the head of my cock.    With each stroke I move in a little more, so that in a few 
seconds, I'm pushing in as she is pulling out… and I am there, fucking her as she fucks 
Courtney.  Of course we all last jus about another minute and a half before we all explode 
in the most amazing orgasms… just like you are about to do, aren't you?"

At this point, with his hand on my shaft and his lips just inches from the head of my cock, 
I can only nod in agreement… "You want to come in my mouth, don't you?"  Again, I 
nod, trying very hard not to come right then and there.  "Well, then it's time…" and he 
sucks me deep inside his throat.  As he moved his head up and down, his hands continued 
to stroke and his throat made the most amazing swallowing movements, causing me to 
experience the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had, filling his mouth with so 
much semen that it leaked out all over my balls despite his attempts to swallow it all, 
which he spread ever so gently on my scrotum and belly.  Lying back from the intensity 
of it all, I closed my eyes.

"Thanks, doc," he said after a few seconds.  "That was quite a cure.  I'm sure that Jen 
will be thanking you when she gets back from New York."  

I opened my eyes and looked up at him.  "Thank you, Brad; that was the most amazing 
thing I've ever experienced, as a physician or otherwise."  We both dressed in silence, 
our private thoughts betrayed only by our mischievous glances and smiles.  

As we were about to go out the door, he turned to me suddenly and kissed me lightly on 
the lips.  "I'll see you soon, doc," and disappeared down the hall and around the corner.  

Sure enough, 2 days later, a dozen roses arrived at the office with a thank you note from 
Jen. And today, there was a call on my private voicemail… Jen's voice… "Thanks so 
much for taking care of Brad while I was away.  We had the most wonderful reunion 
when I got back… and we'd like to know if you'd like to join us tonight… come over for 
dinner around 7:00 and we'll see what develops.  Nothing major, just the three of us… "  


