The Sex Doctor

It began with a slight itchy feeling when he woke up in the morning. He put his hand down to scratch and came up with a somewhat moist finger smelling decidedly unpleasant. Going to the bathroom he turned on the light and had a good hard look at his forlorn member.

There was no denying it. The awful truth dawned. There was definitely something wrong.

This was confirmed when he hung it over the porcelain and tried to use it. The bloody thing stung like a million bees careering down his urethra!

It was time to see a doctor fast.

He’d seen a VD specialist down on Sukhumvit Road a while back, so that’s where he headed.

On his way there he thought about where he might have got it. He was out drinking in the bars so much lately that they were all a bit of a blur. But he remembered that one of the girls from the Shag Central bar down at Soi Cowboy had been riding on top of him rather hard. When she got off he looked down and saw that the condom had broken. It must have been her. As good as she was he made a mental note to avoid her in future.

The waiting room was modern, well organized. He sat on a comfortable sofa thumbing through a Thai magazine looking at pictures of pretty girls.

That wasn’t a good idea. The cause of his visit started to rise from its enforced slumber, and the stinging sensation convinced him to put down the magazine again.

A few minutes later. Mr Peter, you can see the doctor now please?

The beautiful young receptionist smiled and led him upstairs to the door of the doctor’s examination room. She motioned for him to go in.

Opening the door he entered and was confronted with a beautiful Thai woman in her mid thirties. Her long black hair hung down around her face. He always was a sucker for Asian women in bangs. She looked up and smiled with a perfect set of even white teeth.

He sat down where she indicated. The doctor looked at him, waiting for him to start.

Finally, she asked him what the problem was.

For the first time in many years he actually blushed as he tried to tell her about it.

He stuttered, stumbled, hesitated, and finally he blurted out, I have a drip!

Nodding she stood up and asked him to take down his trousers, lie down on the examination table so that she could see what the problem was. This was getting worse, but there was nothing he could do except comply. He couldn’t run out like he wanted to. The damn thing hurt. There was no getting around it. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers.

Lucky he had remembered to wear a new pair of underpants, he thought as he climbed onto the table.

She didn’t wait for him to take them off too. She moved in and thrust her hand down the front and grasped him softly in her hand. She took it out and looked closely at it.

Yes, you have an infection, she said as she stroked it.

He couldn’t believe it. She was actually caressing him, despite his obvious discomfort and pain. Or was she just milking it to see the volume of discharge? It didn’t matter. It felt sensual. She was arousing him. He tried to control it, but the longer her warm hands held him the harder he got.

She looked into his eyes and smiled.

I’m sorry, she said, am I embarrassing you?

No, no, it’s alright, he said tightly, trying hard to put a brave face on it.

She still hadn’t let go of him. She drew back his foreskin and swabbed the discharge with a long cotton bud on a wooden stick.

Finally, she let go of him and smeared a slide she had ready on her desk.

Please take a seat while I check what you have here.

Can I put my trousers back on now?

She smiled and said, Only if you really want to.

He did!

He bent down and drew them on feeling confused, embarrassed. He couldn’t understand what was going on here. Was the doctor deliberately flirting with him, despite his condition?

She sat at a workbench behind her desk and peered into the microscope for a long minute. Then she turned to him and told him he had gonorrhea.

But don’t worry, she told him, we’ll have you back in working order within a few days. I’ll write a prescription for you now. Make sure you take all the pills until they are finished. Do not drink alcohol, and no sex until I tell you. Make an appointment with my receptionist to come back to see me in a week.

He nodded meekly, took the prescription and fled her office after thanking her hurriedly.

A week later he returned to see her. He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind the whole week. He wasn’t sure, but the more he thought about it the more he thought that the doctor was attracted to him.

He was feeling much better this time. The drip had gone and he was passing water without any pain.

Sitting in the reception area he was eager to get back upstairs to see the doctor again. This time he would use his considerable charm and ask her out for dinner.

The beautiful receptionist finally stood up and called him to follow her upstairs. He couldn’t get up there fast enough. But the receptionist took her own agonizingly slow time to mount the stairs.  

Finally, they were at the doctor’s door. She smiled and walked back downstairs.

Eagerly, he grabbed the door handle and turned. As he opened the door a deep male voice said, Come in!