Chapter 3: Doctor Jeff
On the morning following my little escapade with Tonya in the Peppercorn, I had just barely gotten settled at my desk and was scanning through e-mail when there was a knock on the door jamb. I looked up and Phil was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Matt old buddy," he said enthusiastically, "Got a minute to talk?"
Usually when Phil stopped by it was to review some issues on a project, or to talk about one of the company golf tournaments we would do together, or perhaps an upcoming cook-out or event. However, I had a strong feeling that on this morning, none of those things applied. I suddenly I felt a little awkward meeting his eyes after what had gone on with Tonya in the restaurant the previous evening. Nevertheless, there was no way to make excuses for not talking with him.
"Come on in, Phil," I said waving him over to my desk.
One way or another I was going to have to talk to him. I motioned for him to take a chair in front of my desk, but he was already almost seated.
"Hey Matt," he said chuckling a bit. "Tonya told me that you guys had a very nice little talk yesterday. I guess talk is not the best word. Man, you sure did a job on that napkin. The Peppercorn called and said you should bring it back but not until you launder it."
"Very funny," I replied trying to keep it light, but feeling somewhat embarrassed that Tonya had obviously done what she said she was going to do and gave the napkin to Phil as soon as she got home. Maybe they were used to talking openly about their sexual adventures with people other than each other, but I as yet had not become as comfortable with it. I was ready to jump in with both feet but was still wading in the shallow end.
Phil leaned forward. "No problems man," he said. "The effect of that little gift plus her story about soaking the booth seat and then jerking you off had me jumping her like a horny ram. It was quite an evening Matt. We didn't break for dinner till nearly 8 o'clock. If anything, I should thank you guys for what turned into a very hot evening at our place."
"Well," I responded, "Tonya did say that you guys would probably be rocking the rafters, and that I should think about it while I was having my quiet dinner."
Phil laughed out loud. "Listen Matt," Phil added, "I have been happy as hell ever since Tonya mentioned that you had noticed her ankle bracelet and started asking questions. I have to say that I was a bit surprised but happy that you picked up on it and pursued it. It's fantastic. Man, it's like the three young punk musketeers from the old days are back together, only much better.
Tonya said that you're going to call Doctor Jeff and make an appointment to get checked out. Don't wait too long buddy. Seriously, I think both Tonya and I are looking forward to having a new friend. Well, maybe not a new friend per se, but an old friend with a new twist. Have you called the doc yet?"
"Good Lord Phil," I answered. "I just got in. It's not even 8:15. I'm sure the doctor isn't even in the office yet. I'll call around 9."
"Seriously," Phil responded. "I know he gets in earlier than you think. Give him a shot. I can't stay right now. Duty calls. Get on the phone and get a time to see him."
With that, Phil got up, gave me a high five, and left.
About 15 minutes later, I did call the number that Tonya gave me for the doctor. Per her instructions, I told the receptionist that I wanted to speak to the doctor directly making sure to indicate Tonya's referral. In just a few moments I was on the phone with Dr. Jeff. He informed me that Tonya had already called him, and that if I were available the tomorrow, he could see me after work around 5:30. I'll say this for Tonya, when she wants something done she doesn't let grass grow under her feet as the old saying goes. It's probably one of the reasons that she rose up the ladder faster than a lot of women in the organization. She doesn't sit back and assume things will happen. She makes them happen.
About an hour later, I wasn't in the least surprised that Tonya called me.
"Dr. Jeff called me back," she said. "He told me that you have an appointment with him tomorrow evening. That's good news. I knew he would give you some priority. Just so you aren't surprised, let me tell you what to expect. First off, he's going to give a very close very intimate look at your junk through a huge magnifying glass to make sure there is no evidence of any sort of HPV lesions. Don't be surprised. A lot of people never notice them or don't care, but it's important. Then he's obviously going to draw some blood and ask for a urine sample. That's pretty standard stuff. He's also going to take a mouth swab, and a swab inside of your urethra. Trust me, it's not that uncomfortable. Phil has them done regularly. Then, for the grand finale, he's going to want you to supply a semen sample. Just make sure you have cash to pay him for the lab tests. None of us wants a paper trail or any sort of insurance claims that will end up on your record that could be reported back to the company. More importantly, as you already said, you don't want any sort of insurance statement being opened by Jean."
"What?" I asked. "You mean I'm going to have to jerk off into a test tube?"
"Oh, Matthew," she laughed. "You act like you never jerked off before and that it's somehow an unpleasant thing to do. Hell I'll come over and do it for you if that would make you happy. We can pretend that we're back at the Peppercorn again."
"That's OK," I responded. "I think I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. It's just that I'm going to feel a bit awkward about sitting there in his office and wanking my crank."
"OH GOD," she said with a wee bit of exasperation in her voice. "We need to be well beyond feeling awkward about this stuff Sweetie. I'm coming over to give you moral support, or perhaps immoral support as the case may be."
It's OK, Tonya," I protested. "I think I can handle it; no pun intended."
The next evening, I showed up at Dr. Jeff's office at the appointed time. The office was empty. I was happy that the receptionist had already gone home. Dr. Jeff greeted me with a smile. He was a guy about my age and seemed very nice. He was obviously onboard about why I was there. After having me strip and get into an exam gown, he gave me a thorough look with this huge magnifying glass that Tonya warned me about. Let me tell you, no matter how you slice it, it's a bit awkward to have some doctor looking at your cock and balls and asshole using a magnifying glass and what has to be the medical equivalent of a drop light.
I provided the standard urine sample. Then he took a cheek swab. That was followed by him slipping this little swab up my pee hole. Tonya was right. It wasn't all that bad. I could guess what he was going to ask next, but I was taken totally off guard as Tonya walked into the exam room. I'm sure the look on my face said it all, but Dr. Jeff didn't seem too surprised.
"Good Lord, Tonya," I exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought we decided that you weren't going to come?"
"I had second thoughts," Tonya answered giving Dr. Jeff a little kiss. "I thought I'd like to help out and besides, I haven't seen Jeff for a couple of months, and I thought it would be nice to provide a little extra non-cash compensation to thank him for his prompt service."
I wasn't exactly sure what she was getting at, but it became very obvious when she took off her top and bra. Strange, the other night in the Peppercorn, I had gotten quite a close up look at her pussy, but this was the first time I got to see her tits. They were just a hair shy of outstanding. They weren't overly large, maybe a large'ish B or small'ish C, but quite perky for a woman her age. She was showing only minimal signs of middle age gravity. Dr. Jeff certainly seemed as though he had seen them before and knew his way around them as he cupped, fondled, squeezed, and sucked them. Tonya was very much enjoying herself with the attention.
Dr. Jeff started to undo her skirt, but Tonya stopped him.
"Sorry Jeff," she said with a coquettish frown. "Mother Nature surprised me this morning a couple of days early this month. I'm afraid we won't be going that rout. Don't worry, my friend, you know that I have other ways to make you happy.
Tonya undid Jeff's belt and unzipped his pants. She knelt and pulled them down to his ankles as he sat in the chair right in front of me. Tonya coaxed his knees open and went right in to cup and lick his ball sack while she took his semi-hard cock in her hands. It wasn't but moments before it was stiff as a poker under the influence of her licking his dick up and down from his balls to his pee hole. After each lick, she'd swirl her tongue around the head of his dick and dip the tip into his little hole. Once she got his tool hard and slick with her saliva, took it into her mouth and began a very slow rhythmic mouth fucking. I watched mesmerized as my own cock grew as hard as a rock. However, I knew better than to just grab it and get myself off. I'm sure that wasn't the normal plan for collecting the proper medical sample.
Dr. Jeff watched her working on his cock as his hand rested on the top of her head. It looked as though he was pumping her head lower each time she went down on his ample dick, but I think she was doing the work and his hand was basically just going along for the ride. Tonya was taking almost all of it down her throat, and I don't think he was forcing her.
Jeff looked over to me.
"This lady is one world class cocksucker," he said smiling. "Let's hope that pretty soon you'll get a firsthand sample of it rather than just watching."
He tapped Tonya on the shoulder and pointed back at me. "Judging by the tent I see pitched in that exam gown, I think your boy over there is enjoying the show."
Tonya stopped for a moment and turned around to see my own erection poking up into the cotton cloth of the gown. She laughed out loud and then returned to working on Jeff. This was fantastic. How many porn video blowjobs had I watched in my life but only rarely had I sat five feet away from a live action show like this. Yes I had had a threesome a few years back, but the cock sucking there was shared back and forth and mixed in with tag team fucking. It wasn't quite like just sitting and watching another guy get taken care of. In some ways, I suddenly had some realization of what Phil must feel as the spectator watching his wife with another man. It was extremely erotic, but in Phil's case, he was going to get his turn. Unfortunately, I wasn't; or at least not quite going to get my turn in the same way.
