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 "Doc!!  I need to see you as soon as possible... it's very important..."

   I recognized the voice on the other end of my cell phone as that of
Brad, a very popular and famous actor, one of many in my practice. 
Recently married to Jennifer, he and his wife were the "It" couple of the
year, possibly the decade.  I had seen them both in my practice for a few
years, usually for a cold or cough, never anything serious.  But Brad
sounded awful upset today...

   "Now calm down and tell me what is going on." I had built a small but
demanding practice that consisted of celebrities and their immediate
families almost exclusively over the past several years.  I had cultivated
this practice very carefully, limiting my office staff to only one other
person who I trusted implicitly, and maintaining a policy of absolute and
total confidentiality.  I had gone so far as to even disguising my office
entrance with a fake business identity and very tight electronic security
devices.

   "I can't talk about it over the phone... can I come over to your office,
say, in a hour?" One of my policies in my practice (besides absolute
confidentiality) is to make myself as available to my small group of
patients as humanly possible.  This was not to say that I would not turn
down completely irrational requests, but if it was within reason, and
sometimes if it wasn't, I'd do what I could for my patients.  Of course,
they paid handsomely for this, but most never complained about my fees,
which were considerably higher than those of my contemporaries.  On the
other hand, they never sat in a waiting room, usually were seen right away
at my office or at their homes, and never had to worry about their stories
turning up on the front page of the National Enquirer.

   "Ok, Brad; my office, one hour.  Do I need to know anything in advance?"

   "No... I don't thing so... will we be alone?"

   "Yes, of course.  Besides, I don't really think I'd be able to get my
assistant back from her honeymoon tonight, even for you...."

   "Ok... great... uh, one hour... click"

   Strange, I thought to myself, he sounded awful nervous and upset.  I
hoped that it was nothing serious, though with this group of patients, one
could never tell.  In most ways, they were no different than most
patients... but add money, access to parties, sex, alcohol, drugs, and all
sorts of things happen.

   An hour later, I found myself at the secluded front entrance to my
office, unlocking the doors and turning on the lights as dusk approached.
The front door was not the entrance that patients used... too obvious. 
Actually, the office backed up to a very exclusive group of shops and
restaurants with a rabbit's warren of hallways behind them.  All my
patients were instructed to enter through the maze of corridors so that if
anyone was following, evasion and escape down one of the alternative
hallways was always an option.  A soft knock at the back door a few minutes
after the office was fully prepped and ready announced Brad's timely
arrival.  After my usual check of the security monitors that I had peppered
throughout the back halls revealed nothing, I let him in and locked the
door behind him.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries as I led him back to
the main exam/procedure room, and he took a seat on the exam table as I
chose one of the rolling stools in the room.

   "So what has you all upset tonight, Brad?  You look completely normal;
how can I help you tonight?"

   He blushed a deep red and looked down at the floor, and I immediately
sensed that this was going to be one of these problems.  "I couldn't, uh,
you know....  Uh... umm... "

   "Perform?" I ventured.

   "Yes, that's it," he said softly, as he blushed deeply again.  "I've
never had this happen to me before!!" he practically cried.

   I felt badly for him; here was America's favorite male sex symbol,
sitting in my office, worried about his manliness, his potency....  If word
got out about this, the press would have a field day, which is exactly why
my practice was run the way it was, and why my clientele was so loyal to
me.

   "Ok, Brad; now you know that this is very common for all men to
experience this at one time or another..."

   "I've heard that... but those men aren't me.  And they don't have the
burden of my position... And they don't have a sexy wife like Jen...
and...." He babbled on.

   "Alright, here, get undressed and into this gown... and then tell me
what happened."

   As he begins to take off his clothes, he tells me his tale of woe...
"Well, Jen and I were just reading over some scripts in the sunroom this
morning when she gets up and asks if she can get me anything.  Of course,
being the smart mouth I am, I say "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and
thou..." to which she responds "Oh, really..." and begins stripping off her
clothes, one piece at a time, and doing this really great striptease for
me... but I'm not getting hard and usually I'd be busting out of my jeans
in a second just thinking about her great body... so I'm getting worried,
and she getting naked, and things are just going downhill..."

   "Then what?" Despite my professional demeanor, this stuff was starting
to turn me on... I had always been able to keep my mental distance from my
patients in the past, but for some reason, there was something that was
getting to me.  It's not like I haven't had my share of the beautiful
people in my practice; doing a breast exam on Ashley Judd, a pelvic on
Sharon Stone, or testicular exam on Tom Cruise is just something that comes
with the territory, but listening to Brad, naked but for a flimsy medical
gown, sitting on the exam table in front of me, describe intimate details
of his sex life with his wife, who was also a patient of mine, was a bit
much.

   "Well, then with all her clothes off, she starts dancing real sexy while
pulling mine off too... rubbing her big nipples against my face while she
unbuckles my pants, grinding my knee with her wet pussy...but by the time
she gets my boxers off, it's obvious I'm not responding normally.  Even so,
she starts licking me and stroking me... but I just couldn't!!" he moans.
"I mean, she said that she was fine with it, she said, but I just know she
is disappointed in me... I'm so humiliated."

   "Did she say anything to you about it?"

   "She said that it was fine, that I was just worn out from last night,
that it happened to everyone once in a while..."

   "And she was right; you're wife has a good head on her shoulders; you
should listen to her... and besides, how many times had you done it last
night?"

   "Just 5 times... I've done it more than that before..."

   "Five?!?  Five?!?!?  I'd be dead if I did it five times in one night! 
It would take me a week in the ICU to recover...."

   "But what if it's more than just that?  What if I can't ever get it up
again?"

   "Now listen here, Brad," adopting my most authoritative and professional
tone, "that simply is not going to happen.  I am certain that this was
simply a temporary condition brought on by overuse.  I'm sure that you've
even probably already gotten over it by now, and if you'd just get over
yourself, you'd see that you are fine.  You should just head home and get
back into the saddle with Jen, as it were, and get your confidence back."

   "But I can't go back to her without knowing for sure that things are
fine... and besides, she just headed out to New York for a spot on
Letterman and won't be back until the day after tomorrow..."

   "So stop at the neighborhood newsstand, pick up a Penthouse, and go wax
that carrot." By now, I was starting to get a little tired of the drama
queen routine.

   "Isn't there any test that you can do to make sure that I am fine before
she gets back?  Just to make sure this" as he grabs his crotch, "works?"

   "Not really, you just need to use it..."

   "Well, how will I know?  I can't fail again..."

   "Tell you what," I said, as an idea began to form in my somewhat
lust-addled brain, "let's try an experiment.  I haven't done this since my
Human Sexuality in med school, but it may be just what you need to prove
that you are fine.  But you will have to keep an open mind, alright?"

   "Anything; I just want to be sure that everything is working ok before I
go home..."

   "Ok, let's start by having you lay back on the exam table and close your
eyes..."

   "OK... now what?"

   I could feel my palms getting moist and my mouth becoming pasty at the
thought of what I was going to do... "Now empty your mind and relax.  Think
calm and happy thoughts.  Are you there?" He murmured his assent before I
continued, "Now think back to the most erotic thing you and Jen ever did.
Do you have that in your mind?" He nodded slowly, eyes still closed. 
"Pretend I'm not here... describe it... "

   Slowly he began his story; "It was a few months ago when I came home
early from the set after there was an equipment breakdown.  I had thought
about calling Jen to tell her that I was going to be there soon, but my
cell had run out of batteries, so I just drove home.  When I pulled up, I
saw Courtney's car in the driveway; she was always over visiting us; she
and Jen were as close as two peas in pod.  Anyway, I went inside but didn't
see them immediately, so I headed to the kitchen for a drink...and found
the two of them ... um... preoccupied with each other."

   "Preoccupied?"

   "Well, we have this secluded garden with a rope chair and hammock just
off of the kitchen... and there was Jen, completely naked in the sun, lying
back in the rope swing, head thrown back and eyes closed, and Courtney
kneeling in front of her, just as naked as her, face buried in Jen's pussy,
taking long, slow strokes with her tongue... I'm completely transfixed by
this... frozen there, standing at the counter in the kitchen 15 feet from
this amazing sight....and Jen is moaning and saying to Courtney, 'yeah,
baby, lick it... you do that so well... ooohhh....ahhhh.....  you love
licking me, don't you... you always have...' and Courtney mumbling into
Jen's pussy, ' uh, huh... so wet....  Mmmm....  So...mmm... tasty...' And
Courtney begins to lick faster and suck harder on Jen's clit, and Jen
starts her usual moaning and screaming as he reaches orgasm, tossing her
head back and forth, coming really hard with Court's face just plastered to
her wet pussy.

   Jen lays back for a sec, then looks up slowly and says to me, 'what do
you think of that, Brad?  Turn you on?' I'm floored... I didn't think she
even saw me there...  Of course, I'm as hard as rock by now, about to burst
out of my shorts.  Jen crooks her finger and me tells me to come over to
them, which I do.  Standing in front of the two of them I didn't know what
to expect, so I lean over to kiss Jen... and Courtney starts by reaching
under the leg of my shorts and begins to massage my already hard cock, and
as I gasp, Jen shoves her tongue deep into my throat.  The two of the
quickly undress me and make me sit on the rope swing.  Suddenly, I feel
handcuffs at both of my wrists... those sneaky little girls cuffed my hands
to the rope swing so I couldn't reach them or myself.  Jen says to me,
'just a little payback for sneaking in and spying on us.  I'm going to make
you watch while I take care of Courtney right in front of you...' as she
pushes Courtney down onto the other hammock next to me."

   At this point, I noticed that Brad's gown that was just tented up in
front of him has fallen away from his groin, his firm erection standing
exposed, straight and hard, throbbing slowly with the beat of his heart...
and mine is too, though much more confined in my scrubs.  Brad opened his
eyes and stared at his cock.  "I guess that it works," he said softly,
giving his perfectly shaped member a soft stroke.

   Clearing my throat and trying to sound professional, I manage to croak
out, "Apparently so..." Turning suddenly, as if he had forgotten I was
there, Brad looked down at me, staring pointedly at the lump in my scrubs.

   "Yours too, I see..." he says.  "Is that from the story, or something
else?"

   Not wanting to be accused of being unprofessional behaviour, I pull a
chart down in front of me and licked my suddenly dry lips.  "It's just an
involuntary reaction."

   "I don't think so.  I think that you're turned on by more than just ...
I think that this hard cock turns you on too... I can tell by the way you
are staring at it (which I was).  Don't worry... I know what that's like.
So do you want to hear the rest of the story?"

   I nodded slowly, unable to speak.  "Well, then you are going to have to
help me out."

   "What do you mean?" I said slowly, sensing danger.

   "Well, you are going to have to stand here and stroke me off if you want
to hear the rest of the story."

   "I couldn't," I protested, "I'm your doctor."

   "Yes, but aren't you supposed to treat your patients?  I came to you for
impotence... now I want you to treat me, make sure I can function normally.
That's what I am paying you for.  So get over here so I can finish this
story..."

   I pushed myself to my feet and walked forward to him, seemingly unable
to resist his siren call... "Now put your hands around it and stroke it...
stroke it like you like to be stroked...."

   I placed my hands around his beautiful cock... the cock that so many
women, and not a few men all over the world wanted to touch... and began to
move up and down, and he continued his story... "So here I am, cuffed to
this rope chair, 2 feet from Jen and Courtney who are laying in this big
hammock we have, naked as the day they were born.  The sight of them
kissing each other, with lots of tongue and rubbing their beautiful tits
and hard nipples together and their hands roaming all over each other was
enough to make me as hard as Chinese arithmetic.  And there was nothing I
could do about it.  And to make matters worse, every few minutes, one or
the other of them would reach over and give me a little stroke, or rub the
head, or a little lick, just to keep me completely hard... what a delicious
torture!!  Next thing you know, they are in this wonderful 69, lying on the
floor by my feet, licking and sucking each other to screaming orgasms.  I'm
so hard and turned on by all this that I'm leaking all over myself while
they come"

   "Just like I am now..." Suddenly, I feel his hand sneaking across the
front of my scrubs, apparently looking for the tie holding up my pants. 
Finding it, he gives a tug, dropping my scrubs to the floor.  Taking me
softly into his hands, he strokes my stiff cock slowly.  "Just like you are
too, I see.  Is this your first time?"

   "Mmmmm....  Oh... yes... well, almost... aaahhhh...." I mumble.

   He continues his story softly as he sits up slowly, looking carefully
into my eyes, never taking his hands away from my cock.  "Anyway, after
they finish their orgasm, they come crawling over to me, faces all wet and
smelling wonderful.  Courtney takes my cock into her hands while Jen kneels
behind her playing with her beautiful tits, reaching down to stroke her
clit and rolling her nipples in her palms as she whispers advice and licks
her ears... telling her to suck me off, which she does.  I'm so turned on I
only last about 30 seconds with my cock in Courtney's mouth before I come
so hard I actually thought I was going to scare the neighbors.  And she
takes me out of her mouth just as I am coming and points me at her chest so
that I end up spending myself all over her, with Jen rubbing it into her
skin, and making Courtney come again with her hands covered with my come."

   By this time, I'm about ready to explode, and Brad, seeming to sense
this, stops stroking me and grips me hard at the base of my cock to hold me
off, murmuring "Not yet, baby, not yet." Yet he didn't complain as I
continue to stroke him, feeling his cock growing even harder, throbbing as
he approached the point of no return.  Because he didn't stop me, I assumed
that I wanted me to continue, especially since he started to buck and
groan. So, knowing what I really enjoyed, I leaned forward and took him
into my mouth...

   Salty, I thought... and soft but firm... but very sexy, and surprisingly
warm.  Suddenly, he thrusts forward, pushing himself deep into me.  And
instead of gagging, I surprise myself and grab his waist and pull him all
the way in as he starts to spurt in my mouth.  What a sensation it was,
feeling him shaking and moaning, jet after jet of his delicious come in my
mouth, overflowing at the corners of my lips.  Finishing his orgasm, he
pulls away slowly, allowing me to finish licking his semen off of his slick
cock and off of my chin.  Instead of backing away, he leans down and kisses
me gently, his tongue sliding out and licking his own spend off of my face.
"Mmmm... I always enjoy that taste, even if it's just mine..." He pulls me
up and pushes me to a sitting position on the exam table, and then sits
down on my stool in front of me.  Then, as if nothing else has happened, he
continues his story as he takes my cock into his hands and begins to stroke
me up and down.  "Despite the fact that I had just come, watching the two
of them had me so turned on that I hardly even softened up at all.  Jen
uncuffed me, and while I was getting out of the chair, pulled out a very
large and realistic dildo, complete with harness.  Seeing the surprised
look on my face, she smiled and said, "What did you think I was doing with
Courtney between takes in my dressing room?  Running lines?' Looking over
at Courtney, I noticed her staring longingly at the plastic appendage as
her nipples became even harder and more prominent, if that were possible.
By the time I looked back over at Jen, she was wearing the big thing,
pretending to stroke it and walking over to where Courtney was standing."

   With no warning whatsoever, Brad bent down and sucked me deeply into his
mouth, eliciting a gasp and a moan from my lips.  A couple of strokes and I
was on the verge again, ready to explode.  Sensing this, he stopped and
waited a beat, then continued, "Jen just reached out and smacks Courtney
hard on her ass, and says 'Bend over and spread your legs,' which she does
with a delicious little whimper.  Then she turns to me and says, 'take a
look at how wet she is, Brad,' and reaches over to spread her bottom,
showing me her swollen and soaked lips.  'Take a taste, Brad... doesn't she
taste wonderful?' Which of course she did, whimpering and trembling as we
took turns licking her from behind."

   Brad began stroking me again slowly as he said, "So Jen stands up and
says 'Put it in, Brad... get her ready for me...' Of course, I'm in no
position to argue with her, and I stand up, position myself behind her, and
push myself all the way in to the hilt.  I couple of strokes from me, with
Jen diddling her clit and pinching her nipple had her shaking and moaning
as I felt Courtney coming around me.  'I think she's ready for me, Brad'
she says, taking my place and pushing herself deep into Courtney, grabbing
her tits as she did, and kissing her neck."

   Brad started licking the head of my cock again, this time more gently,
pushing his tongue up against the opening and lavishing attention on the
sensitive underside.  "Mmmm... you taste great... almost as good as Jen's
wet slit." All of this attention had me shaking and moaning, trying to push
more of myself into his mouth.  "Don't worry, I'm going to let you come in
a sec," he says as he swallows me for an instant before pulling away.  "I
just want you to hear the end of the story."

   "So, as Jen is taking Courtney from behind, pinching her nipples and
reaching around to her clit, I move behind Jen, positioning myself so that
as she pulls back, her slit pushes against the head of my cock.  With each
stroke I move in a little more, so that in a few seconds, I'm pushing in as
she is pulling out... and I am there, fucking her as she fucks Courtney. 
Of course we all last jus about another minute and a half before we all
explode in the most amazing orgasms... just like you are about to do,
aren't you?"

   At this point, with his hand on my shaft and his lips just inches from
the head of my cock, I can only nod in agreement... "You want to come in my
mouth, don't you?" Again, I nod, trying very hard not to come right then
and there.  "Well, then it's time..." and he sucks me deep inside his
throat.  As he moved his head up and down, his hands continued to stroke
and his throat made the most amazing swallowing movements, causing me to
experience the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had, filling his mouth
with so much semen that it leaked out all over my balls despite his
attempts to swallow it all, which he spread ever so gently on my scrotum
and belly.  Lying back from the intensity of it all, I closed my eyes.

   "Thanks, doc," he said after a few seconds.  "That was quite a cure. 
I'm sure that Jen will be thanking you when she gets back from New York."

   I opened my eyes and looked up at him.  "Thank you, Brad; that was the
most amazing thing I've ever experienced, as a physician or otherwise." We
both dressed in silence, our private thoughts betrayed only by our
mischievous glances and smiles.

   As we were about to go out the door, he turned to me suddenly and kissed
me lightly on the lips.  "I'll see you soon, doc," and disappeared down the
hall and around the corner.

   Sure enough, 2 days later, a dozen roses arrived at the office with a
thank you note from Jen.  And today, there was a call on my private
voicemail... Jen's voice... "Thanks so much for taking care of Brad while I
was away.  We had the most wonderful reunion when I got back... and we'd
like to know if you'd like to join us tonight... come over for dinner
around 7:00 and we'll see what develops.  Nothing major, just the three of
us... "