all. The nurse settled me into his private office, not an examining room, and we traded a few naughty medical jokes, a ritual that she and I always had. When she asked me the nature of my consultation for the medical history records, she almost caught me with nothing to say since I guess I had assumed Chris would have paved the way for our meeting. But I recovered quickly enough for her not to comment when I told her I just wanted some advice in a conversation, not really a medical consultation. Satisfied, she told me that Chris would be in shortly.

Before long, I could hear Chris talking with her just outside the door. Though I could not hear every word of the conversation, I could get the gist of it, and she was protesting that he was sending her home, but she finally relented when he insisted that this was more of a personal meeting than a medical one. I heard another door close softly and assumed she had left the building.

Chris literally swept into the room, reminding me of a theatrical entrance, but he was obviously nervous and stressed. He was jittery. He was quick to tell me that everyone had gone, and when I started to say something, he quickly quieted me, and said that he was the one who very much needed to do the talking and asked me if I would please just listen to him. The doctor role! I wanted very much to assure him that he need not be nervous and stressed, but it was clear that I was going to have to listen to him first. Chris paced the room, turned out the overhead light so that there was just the one small desk lamp dimly burning. At an attempt of humor, he said that what he had to say was probably best said in a dark room, anyway.

Then he started. A long rambling apology for his actions, and telling me that he was enormously sorry for what he had done, and that he could not explain his actions in any rational way. It said that he could only describe this event as “simply a one-time occurrence of a physical encounter compelled by some aberration that he could not define”. He iterated that he had never ever done anything like this before. He was droning on an on and on, as though I were listening to his every word. I was not. It seemed that the more that Chris talked, the more that me and my cock were only thinking of what had happened last night, and that imagery drowned out his every word. I realized that I was nearly desperate to repeat what we had done last night, and he seemed desperate to deny that it had ever happened. My hormones seemed to be picking up speed as they coursed through the veins and I was well aware that Chris was avoiding all eye contact, and would not look at me. He even had his back to me. He could not see that my cock was growing into a big bulging package, and I wanted him to see that, dammit!

Finally, he turned to face me and said that he had just one last question, and then I could talk. “My last question on this topic, I promise, is it at all possible for you to forget this event ever happened