What could be more erotic than examining a young, professional football player -- with major, shall-we-say, questions concerning his sexuality, or to be more precise -- his sexual preferences... in other words.
He asked me for a blowjob!
Not like that of course. Not in those words, not with that directness. That would be crude, too forward, it would have destroyed the art of capture. Yeah, some call it flirtation, some call it seduction, I call it "the art of capture."
Tyler O'Brien had been in a couple weeks back with major knee injuries. I examined him and both had agreed that because of upcoming games and so forth-- we'd settle on draining it and save surgery for a later date. I drained the knee, gave him some mild painkillers, and he disappeared until today.
"Doc -- you saved my life!" he said as he stripped down to his white Calvin boxer briefs. He filled them out just like the picture on the box they came in. I took a breath, reminded myself of our age difference and had him hop up on the table so I could take a look at his....................... knee.
"This hurt?"
"Nope."
"This?"
"Actually, that feels good. But higher," and he moaned.
I chuckled, getting his innuendo. I stood up and tried to find something on the side table to busy myself, thanking God they made these doctor's jackets long enough to cover the crotch.
"You can get dressed, Tyler," and I washed my hands. Drying them off, I turned around and he was still "lounging" on the table in his underwear.
"Did you say dressed or un-dressed, Dr. Lewis?"
I chuckled again and shook my head. It was quite a feeling, intoxicating to know I could have this two-hundred and fifty pound slab of guy... I took another breath, shook my finger and looked at his file.
Tyler got up, and started to dress, dejected. He said, "Gee, what does a kid have to do to get a little suction in this town."
"First thing you should try, Tyler, is finding someone who's available," I said and smiled.
"You're married?"
"I'm married," I said and I hadn't heard the door open. The voice that belonged to the person that opened the door was what startled me.
"You're married?"
It was Rebecca Granville. Daughter of my BOSS.
