"Joe! Joe Ninehouse! Can I see you for just a second?" Dr. Balkema shouted out to the young man jogging down the other side of the street.
Joe turned when he heard his name called and when he recognized whom it was, he altered his course and ran up to the only medical doctor serving the small community of South Oaks. Joe had just graduated from West Shore Community College, and was talking a couple of days off before heading out on a job search. Joe had been a merit scholar in high school and had a four point for his two years of college, but he wasn't sure what he wanted out of life, and didn't have a career path chosen yet and on top of that he was flat ass broke.
"Can you come by my office and chat with me some day soon? Dr. Balkema asked the young man. "I've got a couple of questions I'd like to ask you, and maybe a proposition for you.
"Sure, I can stop by anytime. This afternoon, or tomorrow or whenever." Joe said.
"How about tomorrow morning about ten-thirty? I have to make rounds at the hospital in the city, but I would like to talk with you before I start seeing patients for the day. That all right with you?"
"Yes sir." Joe said. "I'll be there at ten thirty."
"Thanks." Dr. Balkema said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
When Joe entered the good doctor's office the next morning he was greeted by the secretary/receptionist/nurse/all around flunky and only employee of the doctor. Ellen Morris was about forty years old and the mother of two girls just a few years younger than Joe. Ms. Morris was a widow, and had worked for the doctor for as long as Joe could remember. Joe had been in lust with Ellen Morris since his last physical.
As a requirement before entering college, Joe had needed a health certificate signed by a doctor. Dr. Balkema had insisted on a full physical examination, including a full body scan checking for bumps and other epidermis abnormalities. Joe was wearing only boxer shorts and was lying on his stomach with the doctor checking his back. When he got to Joe's waist he pulled and pushed the briefs down and checked over his butt, then pulled the garment completely off and checked his legs. He had Joe turn over and he went back up to his head and again went back down his torso checking everything as he went, even pulling the foreskin back on the penis and feeling the testiceles in his ball sack. The doctor's hands had touched every inch of Joe's skin and had been firm and pushing in some spots, and just lightly touching in others. Ms. Morris had just stood to the side and watched which was a little embarrassing to Joe. He was not used to being nude in the presence of others, especially a woman.
"Joe, I'm going to check out your prostrate and I want you to stand at the end of the table and bend over please." Dr. Balkema had said and when he pushed his finger into Joe's anus he stopped.
"You're packed up tight and I'm going to have Ellen give you an enema. Hop back up on the table and lie on your left side. I'll be back when you're finished."
Joe had never had an enema and was surprised and embarrassed when he developed an erection as Ms Morris inserted the tube in his anus.
"Don't be embarrassed Joe. Almost all men have that reaction when their prostrate is stimulated. I've seen it happen hundreds of times. Just relax and I'll take care of it for you." With that statement she dropped a towel over his engorged penis. Then slipping her hand under the towel, she firmly gripped his throbbing rod. Her slight squeezing and pulling resulted almost immediately in Joe having a gigantic orgasm. Ellen then wiped the spent sperm and the head of his penis with the towel.
"Hold the enema water for five minutes before you go to the bathroom. When you are finished come back and wait for the Doctor. OK?" She had said before she left Joe alone with his thoughts.
What the hell had happened? Joe had just received a hand-job. No woman or girl or any human of the female variety had ever even touched his cock before. Now, out of the blue, an attractive middle-aged woman had just beat him off without showing any emotion what so ever. The rest of the medical exam had gone by in a blur, but the touch of Ellen's soft hand on his hard prick had stayed with Joe from that moment on.
He hadn't seen Ellen Morris since his physical over two years ago, but Joe's memory of her being beautiful was confirmed in spades. Dark hair cut short with green eyes and high cheekbones, Ellen was a classic beauty. She had a trim figure with smallish breasts and long thin legs. Joe could not take his eyes off of her as she moved around the office. He couldn't believe that he was lusting after a woman that was old enough to be his mother. It wasn't long before the good doctor arrived and ushered Joe into his small office.
"Joe, let me get right down to business. I've known you all your life. In fact I delivered you. Your mother was a beautiful and talented woman and your father was a good hard working honest man. In this past two years since their tragic deaths, you've proved yourself to be resourceful and intelligent. Here's my proposition for you. If you go on to school and study medicine, and agree to come back and take over my practice, I'll fund your education. What do have to say about that?"
"You mean you'll pay my tuition? I don't understand why you'd do such a thing, and why me of all people?" Joe said, shocked almost beyond belief.
"Joe, this is a small town. Everybody knows everybody else, and you're well liked and respected by everyone. I have a unique relationship with the people in this town, and I want someone like you to take over when I'm gone. I'm sixty-two, and I'd like to retire and move to a warmer climate, but I can't until I have someone in place to take over here. And another thing, I'm not talking about just tuition. I'll give you up to fifty thousand dollars a year for the next six years. That should cover pretty near all your expenses."
"Oh God! I can't believe it. God, I'd love to be a doctor, but why? Why are you willing to do this?" Joe asked.
"Well, Joe, my methods are a little unorthodox, and my replacement has to be the right person. I'll explain it in more detail after you've started medical school, and if you feel that the way I practice medicine is wrong, or against your principles, I'll let you out of our agreement, and you won't owe me anything. But I think you'll enjoy being the Medical Doctor for Oak Park just as much as I have, and you'll end up being a much better doctor than I have been."
Joe agreed to the proposition, and five years later was in his final year of med school and had taken an Internship at Memorial Hospital in the twin cities. Before he started the final intense training, he had a week free to visit with Dr. Balkema. The two of them were enjoying a glass of wine after a nice dinner at the town's only good restaurant.
"Are you going to tell me about why your practice is unique?" Joe asked.
"It is really difficult to explain properly. What I'd like to do is have you spend a couple of days with me and just watch the way I handle my patients. If you don't approved of something I'm doing, wait until the end of the day and we'll talk about why I did something or the reason behind the way I did it. OK? We'll start tomorrow with hospital rounds. I'll pick you up shortly after six and we'll get something to eat at the hospital. I'll see you in the morning.
Hospital rounds went smoothly, with nothing out of the ordinary. The doctor saw six patients; five of them over sixty, and the sixth was a cesarean section birth with the operation a success. Both baby and mother were doing just fine. Joe was just a little surprised at the way Dr. Balkema had run his hands over the swollen belly of the young mother to be as he talked to her before the anesthesia took affect. The back of his hands had brushed up against the undersides of her enlarged breasts, and had lingered over the short stubble of her recently shaved pubis and he had actually rubbed both of her thighs at the junction of her vulva. It seemed to Joe to be just a little bit more familiar than the normal doctor/patient relationship should be. But the female patient had a warm glow to her eyes and her constant smile showed that she really liked Dr. Balkema.
Back at the clinic, everything was routine until they entered the exam room to meet with the last patient before lunch. Mrs. Skinner was the grandmother of Jim Skinner, one of Joe's best friends. He had spent a great deal of time in Grace Skinner's kitchen enjoying the great food that she was always offering to Jim's friends. He didn't know how old Grace was, but guessed that she was at least sixty, maybe more.
"You remember Joe Ninehouse, don't you Grace? I'm hoping when he finishes his internship he'll take over my practice."
"Sure, I've known Joe for ages. I hope you do come Joe. I think I'd like you to be my doctor. You planning on heading to Florida for retirement Dr. 'B'?" Grace Skinner said.
"I sure am. Have you been feeling OK lately?" Dr. Balkema said as he started in on the physical examination taking her blood pressure and temperature and drawing blood samples as she sat on the edge of the examination table. When he asked her to lie down on the table Joe was surprised to see her lie on her stomach. Dr. Balkema than untied the hospital gown she was wearing and went to her head.
He ran his hands all through her hair and down her neck to her back. When he started on her buttocks, she spread her legs in anticipation that his hands would travel down into her crotch, which they did. Joe could hardly believe his eyes as he watched the good doctor run his fingers around the edge of her anus cup his whole hand over her vulva before continuing down her legs to her feet.
He had her roll over onto her back as he walked back up to her head. Again he ran his hands over her head and through her hair. He rubbed her eyebrows and cheekbones under her skin and worked his hands down to her breasts. Her breasts weren't huge, but did fall off her rib cage to the sides and Dr. Balkema spent a great deal of time lifting them with his large hands and rolling the nipples as they engorged with blood between his thumb and forefinger.
Mrs. Skinner had her eyes closed and was breathing through her mouth as the doctor lightly went over her stomach and ran his hands through her sparse pubic hair and gently pulled on it. She brought her knees up with her feet together as the doctor pulled on her labia and spread her petals open before he gently ran his finger up and down the opening to her vagina. A steady pressure with his thumb on her clitoris resulted in Mrs. Skinner having a series of orgasms over the next minute or so.
The doctor than pulled out the stirrups from the end of the table and had Mrs. Skinner scoot down and put her legs up while he gave her a pelvic examination. Joe wasn't aware that Ms. Morris had joined them until she had Grace sit up a little and placed a pillow behind her head. Dr. Balkema removed the glove he had worn during the pelvic exam and than placed his hands at the junction of Grace Skinner's thighs and gently stroked his fingers through her pubic hair.
"Everything looks great and feels wonderful Grace. How's your sex life these days?"
"Terrible. Do you think I could schedule another exam with you or Joe for tomorrow?" She giggled. "Don't answer that, I know Morris here won't let me make another appointment for six months."
