I spent the entire day thinking about the sexual episode I had had with Chris the night before. I had slept little. I could do nothing other than to think about it.

There was no clear pattern to my thoughts, not as to exactly what I was thinking. It all merged into that stream of flowing thought that included the keen awareness that this was likely something that we simply should not have done! It was an action that certainly troubled Chris that was obvious, traumatically. And it was something that I had told myself would never happen, certainly never on my home turf. Now this had happened in my own back yard, so to speak. I wondered if this really was a first time, a virgin event for Chris. He kept repeating himself that he had never done anything like it before, and his guilt and remorse certainly felt very sincere. There was no phoniness to his words and actions; he was traumatized by his own actions. I relived the prior evening, a thousand times in my mind. Had it really happened? Was it real?

Yea, it was. I had received probably the biggest surprise of my life, a fucking fantastic blowjob from my buddy, my neighbor, Dr. Chris. It was totally unexpected and an encounter that maybe was just an accident of fate, or an incident of somebody’s testosterone running a little too high. Just the conscious imagery of it all kept making me backtrack mentally to do a reality check that maybe, just maybe, this was all just my imagination. Maybe it had never happened at all.

But it had. At the conclusion, Chris had gone a bit volcanic with his guilt and remorse of giving me a blowjob. There was really no chance to calm him down since the wives returned from their shopping trip at just about the time I was pulling up my pants. They were cheerful and high spirited and the gals noticed something was wrong. His wife asked him what was troubling him, and he said he was just very tired. My wife took that as a cue for us to quickly leave. At the door, the pleading look in his eyes as we said our good-nights tugged at my heart, then and now, as I pictured the sadness in his face. Now, all day long my cock had been up and down more than a yo-yo. I kept remembering Chris’ words that he had never done anything like this. And I wondered what he might be remembering today? Was it more traumatic for him today, or was the trauma just setting in for me?

Mid-morning, I called his office, got his nurse assistant, who told me that she was expecting my call. Chris had told her to book me in as his last appointment for the day, and ruefully, she told me that would have to be about 5:45, if that would fit my schedule. Of course, it did. I wondered what in the hell was I going to say when we met, and even more of concern, what was Chris going to say to me? I finally just gave up on trying to anticipate the conversation.

I arrived at his office right on time, restraining myself from getting there hours too early, and I was ushered right in, no waiting room time at