It was half way through the flu season, and everyone around me was starting be caught by the bug, luckily I hadn't caught it yet. I thought to myself I had better contact my local GP and request a home visit so he could come and jab his needle inside me and protect me from this horrible bug.
I phoned just after I finished work on one of their later days and requested a home visit but they were too busy to accommodate this so they asked if I was available to come in and get it done as this would be more time efficient.
I agreed and was booked in for the following week, after putting the phone down I could feel my manhood begin to twinge thinking about the last time I saw the DR, his big eyes looking down on me as he fucked me in his office.
The rest of my week and weekend past and I was now heading to the surgery, my heart began to race with excitement, my legs trembling, the effect this guy had on me was insatiable my body didn't know what to do with its self.
I know one thing for certain, I had to calm down as to not make a fool of myself and act like some little school girl who had a crush although inside I wanted to.
I approached his room knocking ever so slightly before entering when I entered he was sat in his chair looking at his computer screen typing up his notes from his previous patient, he let out his hand and gestured for me to take a seat while he just finished up and apologised why he just finished.
I looked at him memorized taking in all of his looks not missing an inch of his face and neck saving it to my memory to use as a fantasy for later when I got home. I sat patiently waiting for him to turn so I could look him directly in his eyes and just get lost in them.
He seemed different today something about him was different but I couldn't tell what it was his hair longer maybe, more built from the gym or if it was that he was just being off with me since our last encounter? Ah It suddenly clicked he hasn't shaved in few days his stubble was slightly longer that when I previously saw him but he also seemed to be quite nervous too.
I snapped back to reality and put his looks and all previous thoughts to the back of my mind and explained to him that this was just a quick visit and that I was just here for a quick inoculation and then I would be on my way, I was playing it cool I didn't want him to think that he had affected me.
He gave me my injection and I left with a cheeky smile on my face wishing him a very good evening, I felt a little queer as I left but just put it down to the side effects of the he had just given me.
I awoke the next morning a started to feel a little under the weather I had started to get hot flushes and a lethargic feeling hit me like I hadn't slept in days. I continued to get ready for work as normal and left the house.
After a few hours I still wasn't feeling any better if anything I was feeling worse so I decided to take the rest of the day off and go home -- get back into bed and try sleeping and sweating it out of my system, whist keeping my body hydrated with plenty of fluids.
Later that night I awoke from my slumber looking outside there was nothing but darkness I had slept through the entire afternoon this was obviously my body's way of telling me that I wasn't well, so I got myself out of bed and made my self-something light to eat trying to keep what little strength I had to fight this infection.
After eating I returned to my bed and tried to get some more sleep it didn't take long before I was back in the dream world and awaking to find it was morning, I turned and looked at the clock it was almost 11am I had slept over 12 hours and still I was feeling no better.
I phoned my GP and requested a home visit as I understood that having the flu inoculation was to prevent me from getting this ill but for some reason it felt like it hadn't and I wasn't sure if this was routine or if it was a reaction.
It was just after 6pm when I heard my door bell ring. I slowly got on my feet and made my way to the door, with nothing but my dressing gown on I opened the door, invited the doctor in, and returned to the bedroom with him following behind. Laying on top of it I greeted the doctor, my nose running my eyes puffy and my face flush from the chills I was having.
He placed his bag at the side of my bed and reached into it pulling out a thermometer and sterilising it before placing it under my tongue, letting it rest in place he placed the back his hand upon my forehead to see if I had a temperature his cool soft hands felt so nice against my skin and I wanted it to remain there.
He reached into his bag again and this time pulled out his stethoscope and placed it around his neck, he pulled out the thermometer and read what it said his expression gave it away obviously I was burning up.
He asked me to undo my dressing gown and proceeded to place the ends of his stethoscope into each ear, I looked at him bashfully and tried to undo my dressing gown whilst trying to conserve my dignity, yet he's eyes seemed to wander towards my crotch waiting to catch a glimpse.
I undid it enough for him to be able to access my chest, as he listened to my breathing he's breath slowly began to blow in between the hairs on my chest, this sent my heart racing which made him chuckle and smile, he obviously noticed my heart increasing thorough the sound of the stethoscope, but this was something I couldn't control.
He took out the stethoscope from his ears and put it back in his bag and began to write out a prescription and asked if there was someone who could pick it up for me from the local pharmacy to which I responded "no" so he made a quick call and arranged for them to deliver it.