"Maggie, about that 'if the shoe were on the other foot' thing."  Clyde said.
"I wouldn't want you to forget what I went through for you. Now that it's over ..." 

"Sam, I am so thankful.  I'll make it up to you sometime, I promise."  She
assured him.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"  He asked.

"Just homework and an art project, but nothing is urgent."  She replied.

"Why don't we get together tomorrow and discuss the debt you owe me."  Clyde
offered.  Maggie agreed. 

"But Clyde, considering what you're probably going to ask of me, I'm requesting
that you see a doctor for testing."  She said with a look of shy regret.

"What do you mean?"  Clyde asked.

"You know, STD's and stuff." Maggie replied.

"What? You think I'm infected?"  Clyde asked offended

"No.  I'm just concerned that if we get more intimate, that all the girls you've
been with could have an affect on me, that's all."  She explained.

"Do you think I sleep around?" Clyde said trying to keep up his indignation.

"Common, just how many female genitals have you come in contact with since
you've been here?  And, how many before that?" Maggie said now looking at him
straight in the eye.

"Ah, okay.  Let's drop it." Clyde said defeated.

"You mean I don't have to reciprocate on the favor?"  Maggie said hopefully.

"No, I'll see a doctor to prove to you that I'm sexually healthy."  He said.

"Oh." She replied.

"But, I'm new here and don't know any doctors."  He said.

"Well, I've heard Dr. Taylor Rhodes is a good GP.  I wouldn't know, because I
just see a gynecologist these days." Maggie offered.

"Dr. Rhodes, okay I'll see him as soon as they can let me in." Clyde replied;
then Clyde begged off a ride home and a new tentative date was set for them to
get together again.

Clyde's call to the doctor's office the following day offered him a cancellation
at the end of that day if he wanted to take it.  He jumped at the opportunity,
because the sooner he could prove a clean bill of health the sooner he would be
able to get it on with Maggie.

He arrived early for his appointment, filled out some paperwork, and waited as
he expected he would have to.  The waiting room was pleasant and the patients
diverse.  Finally, his name was called by a young pretty nurse, and she asked
him to follow her down a hall into an examination room.

"Okay, it says here you are in for a Pre-conjugal Check-up.  Is that right?"

"Ah, you mean for STD's and things?" Clyde asked.

"Oh yes, we'll certainly check for those.  Now, can I have you remove your
clothes?"  She directed.

Clyde waited for her to leave, but she just sat in a chair setting up his chart.
He turned away from her to unbutton his shirt. When he unzipped his pants, he
turned to see her looking at the smooth skin of his back, then look back at the
file. Down to his underwear, he turned and waited for further instructions.   He
took a closer look at the beauty in the nurse's uniform.  She radiated holsom
innocence and he guessed her background to be Swedish. 

He was looking at her nametag, "Monika," on the breast of her uniform when her
eyes ran up his body and met his. "Oh, I guess I wasn't clear," she said, "I
meant everything comes off." 

He turned again, pulled down his drawers, and jumped up on the table trying to
cover his hairless package with his crossed forearms.

"Now Clyde."  She started.

"That's Sam." He clarified. "You can call me 'Sam.'"

"Okay Sam." She said getting up to approach him. "Give me this arm." She lifted
his left arm from his lap and put a sphygmomanometer cuff around it while
pretending not to notice his lack of pubic hair barely hidden by his other arm.
She took his blood pressure with her chin on her chest, looking alternately
between his crotch he was trying desperately to hide, and the sweep hand of her
watch. Clyde was trying to resist scoping out the top of her uniform with a tent
created by her firm bra encased breasts. "Un hunh. Okay Sam, please step over
here."  She said, directing him to stand up and walk over to the scale.

It wasn't until he leapt from the table to the floor that he realized just how
much his favorite body part was acting up and realized he was going to have a
hard time shielding it from Nurse Monika's view. He stepped up on the platform
cupping his cock and balls as much as he could and watched as she started to
slide the weights across the beams. "A little more in the center, please." She
directed and placed her hand on the small of his smooth hairless back to
indicate just how much he should move. "That's it."

Her touch was unexpected, warm, and electric.  Clyde's throbbing penis started
to push urgently against the palm of his hand despite the embarrassment it was
going to cause him.  "And now for your height."  She said touching him again on
the back of his arm above the elbow.  Her touch, the warmth and smell wafting up
at him from her body, combined with the cool room air against his skin sent a
dizzying mix to his brain as he padded around the small platform till his back
was to the scale.  Attempting to cover his groin with his two hands was causing
him to hunch over slightly, so she asked him to put his hands at his sides and
stand up straight while she measured him.

Clyde felt a wave of humiliation wash down over him, as his penis was a pole
sticking out straight in front of him, dividing Nurse Monika's attention between
measuring him and chuckling inside at his predicament. "She's enjoying herself a
little too much at my expense." he thought to himself humiliated.

"Here," she said, tossing him a hospital type gown, "you can put this on.  I've
got to take you to phlebotomy quickly before she leaves for the day. Com'on,
hurry, that's it." She urged, humored that he was putting it on like a jacket as
he walked quickly to keep up with her, trying to tie it and hold it closed at
the same time. "Here we are. This is Gwen who will take some blood.  You can
have a seat here."

Clyde tried to sit with some semblance of modesty.  Even if he'd worn the gown
with the ties in back, it would still have been a big enough chore, with how
short it was in length.  As it was, the bottom ends were pulled apart by his
sitting down in the garment and no amount of crossing his legs and covering with
his arms could hide the fact that his boner was having a mind of its own.

"Can I please have this arm?" Nurse Gwen asked with a sweet seductive voice.
This left Clyde with his other hand or his arm to try to cover either his woody
pointing skyward, or his balls nestling up tight in their sac. She noticed how
much he was blushing, so she took her index finger and thumb around the head of
his cock, shook it back and forth a couple of times, and said, "This? Don't
worry about this thing.  We see it all the time. That Monika, she's really good
looking isn't she.  There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We'd worry about
you if you didn't respond this way around pretty women.  Now this is a
premarital, no a pre-conjugal checkup right?" 

"Yes Ma'am."  He responded, somewhat relieved.

"Oh, and you're a polite one too.  Your girlfriend is one lucky lady."

Nurse Gwen talked all through the blood taking, which should have put Clyde at
ease. But, her voice was so sensuous and her legs below her short hemline so
smooth and toned to Clyde's gaze that his head continued to swim with sexual
tension reflected by the excitement meter between his legs and the blushing red
color about his chest, neck and shoulders.

"Okay, we're through with that.  Now I know Dr. Rhodes will want a urine sample.
Do you think you can produce one when you are as stiff as that?"  She asked
rather clinically.

"Ah, no, ah I don't know." Clyde responded.

"Well, I'll tell you what.  We can do a variation on the old 'cold shower'
routine." She said getting up to go to a cabinet.  Clyde noticed for the first
time the slit up the back of her uniform exposing more of her well toned legs,
as she reached high to the top shelf to retrieve a bag.  She pinched, twisted
and then massaged the bag as she neared Clyde. "Here," she said dropping it on
his lap, "this should calm things down enough for you to get a flow going. Take
this and you can go in the bathroom across the hall from here."

Clyde was finally relieved to have a legitimate covering for his groin area,
especially one that might tame his problem with its coldness. He was just about
to set the full cup down and redo his gown when a gentle knock, followed by the
door slowly opening, stopped him in his tracks. "Are you done yet?  We don't
have all day."  Nurse Monika announced.

"Yes. Here." Clyde said handing her the cup.

"Follow me.  Dr. Rhodes will see you now."  She said heading back to the
examining room.

Clyde now noticed Nurse Monika's slit in the back of her uniform too.  He the
glimpsed flashes of inner thigh she was exposing as she walked. But, he was
wishing he hadn't, as the walking virtually naked down the hall behind her,
combined with his imagination following her legs up past what he could see, was
causing his penis to rise in response again. He didn't know what would be worse,
another woody in front of this nurse close to his own age, or an older doctor of
the same sex examining him.

"Okay, up on the table again and I'll get Dr. Rhodes." Monika directed.

Outside the door Clyde could just make out bits of a conversation. "... It's an
"American Hairless" ... an excitable boy ... complete tests ..." Then the door opened
and in walked a striking thirty-something woman, glasses atop her head in her
hair, a file folder clutched to her chest, white coat open and somewhat drawn to
the sides to reveal a knee length skirt and sheer tan blouse buttoned to the
top, and a stethoscope draped around her neck.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Rhodes." She said approaching him confidently holding her hand out
to shake his. She looked at his chart. "You're here for a Pre-conjugal Checkup
according to this. Is that right?"

"Yes Ma'am.  My girlfriend asked that I do it before we get intimate." Clyde
offered.

"What's her name?" Dr. Rhodes asked.

"Maggie." Clyde replied.

"Smart girl that Maggie. Well, let's have a look at you Sam." She said pulling
his arms to the side, brushing the gown back, and placing the stethoscope
against different zones of his chest.  Then she removed the gown from his arms
and listened to zones along his back.  "Why don't you lie down for me?"  Clyde
lay down on his back, his penis, now semi erect, flopped back and forth until it
settled pointing up his stomach. Dr. Rhodes pushed in several places along his
abdomen with her fingers. He could see her bra clearly through the beige
material of her blouse. Her self assured hands and demeanor had Clyde waiting
like a deer in headlights for what she would do next. Then while trying to reach
his other side, she brushed his penis with her wrist causing it stiffened to
full attention, much to Clyde's continued embarrassment and humiliation.

"Now I'm going to check you for lesions." She said and took off her coat to be
more at ease with a close surface examination of Clyde's genitals. "Is there a
reason you've shaved off all of your hair except the top of your head?" She
began.

"Ah, no." He said, pausing to think of something logical. "It was a Greek prank
at school.  Sort of an initiation you know."

"I see. Well, it makes my job easier."  She said holding his penis' corona with
the fingers of one hand while she traced the surfaces of it with the finger of
her other. Clyde propped himself up on his elbows to watch the sensuous
molestation of his sensitive pole as she carefully checked the surface for
bumps, redness, or sores. "Here Monika, you check it too." She directed. "Sam,
she's going on to Med. School. She's a fine nurse and will make a fine doctor
one day." Dr. Rhodes explained to Clyde standing by his side with her hand on
his shoulder, as Monika examined his cock in much the same fashion. Clyde was
going crazy with tension in his groin at her ministrations and insane with lust,
as he'd look up at the undersides of Dr. Rhodes' breasts. 

When Dr. Rhodes noticed a precum oozing, she put a stop to Monika's practice and
asked Clyde to roll over onto his hands and knees.  "Monika, a basin of warm
water and a cloth please.  Now Sam, we're going to check you for growths and
twisted gonads, but first," she said setting the basin down below his belly on
the table, "we need to relax them. Monika, if you please."

Nurse Monika took a warm wrung out cloth and cupped it over Clyde's testicles.
It sent Clyde's head swimming as if he had downed a stiff drink with it surging
into his bloodstream and just now reaching his brain. He finally had to put his
head down on the paper to keep from fainting or losing his balance and falling
off the table.  Each time she would soak the cloth in the warm water, wring it
out, and apply it, he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper, until Dr.
Rhodes signaled to Monika that she had done enough and was now gently feeling
each testicle in its sac.  This perked Clyde right up and he naturally spread
his knees apart to give her easier access so she wouldn't need to get any
rougher with her examination. Monika stood at the side and held his penis up to
his stomach as if to be helpful while Dr. Rhodes examined Clyde's testicles from
behind trying to see with her fingertips the surfaces of the tissues lying
beneath his hairless scrotum.  As she was finishing, she said, "Here Monika, now
you check." Monika let his phallus swing free but it still pointed up toward his
face, as she took the position between his legs in back. "That's it, ... gently
now ... can you feel ..." 

When Monika's anatomy lesson was done, Dr. Rhodes snapped on a latex glove. "Now
I'm going to check your prostate and get a semen sample all at the same time.
It might feel a little odd at first, but you'll like it by the time I'm through.
Are you ready?"

Clyde nodded. "Am I ready!" he thought.  "I know what this is about. It is just
what the doctor ordered." He chuckled to himself. "Bring it on. I can't take it
any more. I gotta cum now." He screamed in his head.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Doctor Rhodes?" A lady in uniform
said, looking at Clyde's upturned ass.

"Yes Nancy, what is it?" Dr. Rhodes asked.

"Can I speak to you a moment?" Nancy asked softly.

"It will be just a moment Sam." Dr. Rhodes said leaving him ass up, trigger
happy, and sexually stressed out in agony.

When she returned, she sat on a rolling stool at the end of the table between
his legs. "Sam, there seems to be a problem with the billing.  Your insurance
isn't going to cover this 'well patient visit,' or it's not paid up or
something.  How are you going to pay for this visit?"

"Please finish me off so I can think." He thought then said, "Ah, ah, I don't
know. Could I pay in installments?"

"All bills must be settled at the time of the appointment." She said.

"Ah, I'll do anything you ask. I really need to finish this check up." He said,
really thinking, "Geez, you've got to finish me. Stick your finger in and make
it happen. Oh please, oh please, oh please!"

"Well, I guess there is one thing you could do." She said talking to him down
his back, now with one hand atop his rear and the other massaging his cock and
balls to keep him compliant. "I'm having a little gathering at my house tomorrow
night. If you promise to come there, do as your told for the evening, I'll
finish this exam and call off your debt. How does that sound?"

She gave him one stroke shy of cumming as he sunk his shoulders down to the
table.  He slowly pushed himself back up insane with the need to cum and agreed
to her terms.

"Okay then, let's finish your exam." She took her gloved finger, pointed it at
Monika, who applied a clear gel, and worked it erotically into Clyde's anus.  He
started to moan and flop his head from one side down on the table to the other.
Monika was signaled to put a glove on and Dr. Rhodes pulled her finger out,
stepped aside and demonstrated in the air the cum hither motion she wanted her
to apply to Clyde's prostate. In a matter of seconds, Dr. Rhodes was collecting
Clyde's pearl jam in a jar and screwing on the lid.  As Monika labeled and
straightened, Dr. Rhodes explained to Clyde that he was a perfect male specimen
and that Maggie was one lucky girl.  She gave him her address and a time on a
piece of paper with a stern look in her eyes. Clyde practically slinked his way
home to the sorority house barely able to walk from being so expertly drained.

Back at the sorority house Clyde had no problems wearing his uniform as he was
still basking in the complete relief he had received at Dr. Rhodes' office.  By
the next morning, however, the girls buzzing around in nightclothes caused him
to stiffen at every turn.  He hurried his chores to get out and go to school as
soon as he could.

He met Maggie at their usual bench outside the Art Department building.  "So
Sam, are we getting together tonight?" she asked a little bashfully excited
after a night of resolving in her mind that she and Clyde would soon become
intimate.

"Ah, um, I think it will need to be tomorrow night."  Clyde replied.  "I haven't
heard about the results of the tests, and I've got some things to do tonight."

"Ah, okay."  She replied somewhat disappointed. "Tomorrow night it is.  I'll
make things even then, okay?"

"That's great," Clyde said, with renewed enthusiasm, "tomorrow then."

After school, Clyde showered. The co-eds in the house were used to and adept at
teasing him when he was in the bathroom.  Not being able to take matters into
his own hand, Clyde hightailed it out of the house as soon as he could manage
and ended up at Dr. Rhodes' house a full hour early.

He paced up and down in front and walked around several blocks to take in the
splendor of the houses, yards, and quiet streets.  Finally, he walked up to her
door ten minutes early and rang the bell. 

"Good evening Sam." Dr. Rhodes said as she stepped into the front doorway to see
him better through the security door. "You're better than on time, you're early.
Come on in."

"Wow, Dr. Rhodes. This is a nice place."  Clyde said looking around with one eye
on the interior and the other marveling at Dr. Rhodes' form showing from behind
her revealing outfit.

"Thank you Sam.  How nice of you to say so."  Dr. Rhodes said with a smile.
"I'm having some lady friends over tonight, and I want you to help me keep them
entertained."

Clyde swallowed hard. "Okay." He said sheepishly.

"I have something for you to wear."  She said pulling some flimsy material out
of a box. "It's festive, don't you think?"

"Ah, what is it?"

"It's a costume." She said laying the top across her shoulders and holding the
pants up against her body. "What do you think?"

In fact, it was not unlike what Dr. Rhodes was already wearing, except that her
outfit was black, of a satiny material, and had a collar, and his was powder
blue.  It was a Lycra material that would hug every feature of the wearer's
skin. It was a scooped neck top with three buttons across the chest and ending
six inches above the navel and in tight sleeves just below the elbow.  The pants
fit like tights but had the length of pedal pushers.  There were two thick seams
that traced the bikini line on either side.

"Here Sam, put this on.  It should fit.  It stretches."  She directed.

"I can't wear that."  Clyde protested.  I would look ridiculous in that thing."

"Now Sam," she said with authority, "you promised to help me out at this
gathering, unless of course, you can come up with the $150.00 tonight plus the
testing fees."  Clyde swallowed hard again.  "Not only do I want you to wear
this, for that kind of money, I expect you to do everything I ask of you without
any questioning, protest, or lip.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"Now, please put this on, will you?"

"Yes ma'am.  Where do you want me to change?"

"Here is fine.  I'll put away your clothes for you."  She said holding out the
costume towards him.

Clyde, embarrassed by the request, proceeded to remove his clothes in an
efficient manner.  "After all, she has already seen me naked." he was thinking
to himself to make it easier.  "Ah, the underdrawers too.  That's a good lad." 

Clyde wiggled his way into the pants first.  It was no easy task, as the entire
garment needed to stretch around his legs, rear, and genitals.  He noticed Dr.
Rhodes quickly finishing a smirk and looking businesslike as she handed him the
top.  He pulled the top around and buttoned the front, thinking that the buttons
couldn't possibly hold for an evening.

"There now, let me look at you."  Dr. Rhodes said stepping back. "You'll make a
fine host."  She put her arm around his shoulder and led him to a mirror.  She
looked at the two of them next to each other. "You see, we make a nice host and
hostess, don't you think?" She said rhetorically.

"Yeah, you look unbelievably great, and I look like a clown."  Clyde thought to
himself. "I really look naked." He realized. "Yes Ma'am." He answered.

"Let me show you around while I find a place to put your things." She said and
led him around the main floor, the kitchen and out in the back yard where there
was a pool with a waterfall and a hot tub spa attached.

Finally the doorbell rang with the first of her guests arriving.  "Will you
answer that and let them into the living room please?" She asked of Clyde
seemingly busy with a last minute detail.

Clyde walked slowly in his ridiculously revealing costume and opened the door.
There stood a thirty-ish brunette all decked out in expensive jewelry and an
expensive white blouse tucked into black stretch pants forming a "V" in front to
the waist, showing that she had no bra on underneath.  She smiled at Clyde, and
walked past him.  The high heels made her tits jiggle as she walked on the
polished stone floor of the entryway.  She smiled at him when he excused himself
to answer the door again.

When he opened the door, there stood a mother and daughter whose eyes went
straight for the straining bulge his cock was making from pushing the material
out over his crotch.  Embarrassed, he invited them in bending forward in an
effort to hide somewhat behind the door as they walked in.  The daughter was
taller with light brown hair, nice complexion, spirited eyes, long legs showing
below her mini-skirt, and heels, which showed off the musculature of her legs
through her hose nicely.  The mother was better endowed in her short, sleeveless
sundress, white gloves, and golden hair.  But, despite the differences, there
was no mistaking that they shared DNA. 

Clyde waited in the living room with his hands over his crotch and eventually
was in the process of asking the guests if he could get them some drinks, when
the doorbell rang again.  Relieved to be off of display in the living room, he
went to the door and peeked around it to let the two ladies in.  One was smiling
and the other shy and sullen.  These two ladies were similarly dressed in classy
threads and settled in the living room with the others.

Clyde nervously took drink orders from the ladies who flirted with the only male
in the room.  He met Dr. Rhodes in the kitchen to ask where he could mix some
drinks.  She showed him where everything could be found and helped him with the
mixing.  She handed him a tray, placed the drinks on it, and said, "I should
tell you why we are getting together tonight."  Clyde looked on curiously.
"This is a cheering up party for Rachel, you see.  She just learned that her
husband wants to take up with another woman and he is planning to leave her."

"Oh." Clyde said to show he was listening and concerned.

"I want you to be particularly nice to her."  She said looking out the kitchen
door past the dining room to the living room. "She is the one in the jacket,
white blouse, and black slacks.  Now, your costume looks a bit tight.  Let me
help."  She said putting her hand on a horizontal seem across his upper
buttocks.  "Be careful not to spill anything." She said pulling the material
down and up the front with a "ripppPPpp-ripppp-rippppPP-riPPpp" With several
strategic tugs, she pulled the bikini shaped saddle out of the crotch of the
costume from the Velcro seams leaving Clyde in what amounted to be tight Lycra
chaps.

Clyde was beside himself with humiliation and embarrassment.  He was shaking so
much that drops of drinks were spilling onto the tray.  His freed penis now
sprung and twitched to full erection.  His balls churned in their sac from their
newfound freedom. "I, I, I can't ..."

"Now Sam, we had a deal."  She said.

"But I ..."

"Sam, I'm counting on you.  We've got to get her mind off of this terrible
tragedy in her life. I want you to go out there and deliver the drinks and come
back here for these trays of finger food."

"But, but ..."

She pushed him to the door with her hand on his exposed cheeks, pushed open the
door for him, goosed him, and then swatted his tightened rear end to motivate
him out the door.

Clyde moved toward the ladies with the tray right on top of his erection to hide
it from view as much as possible.  When he got closer, he realized that they had
let in two more ladies who were surprised and pleased to see a handsome young
man enter the room.  None of them realized his predicament at first save for the
powder blue costume until he turned from the first group to serve the second.
His nude rear cheeks drew everyone's attention and one of the late arrivals in a
short spaghetti strapped dress brazenly put her hand on one of his cheeks and
squeezed muttering, "HmMmm." 

The other cozied up to him and whispered, "Aren't you going to take my drink
order?" while she felt under the tray to see if he was in the same way in front.

Clyde started to perspire.  "Ooo, ah, ... Yes Ma'am, what would you like? ... aah."

"You to put out my fire with your hose."  She responded seductively now gently
rolling and kneading his balls.

"I mean to drink Ma'am. Ah, ah."

"How about one of those?" She said nodding her head toward the mother.

"Yes Ma'am, right away."

"I'll have what she's having."  The first new arrival said reaching around Clyde
from the other side and began stroking the underside of his cock pinned up
against the underside of the tray.

"Yes Ma'am.  Ah, ooo, ah, ...I er, I'll be right back with them."  He said trying
to excuse and free himself from their stimulating molestations.

Clyde returned to the kitchen, put the tray down, rested his hands on the
counter in front of him, and looked down at his turgid friend, now betraying him
with precum oozing down the corona.  He looked up pleadingly to the smirking Dr.
Rhodes.  "Please don't make me do this."

"Now, now, Sam.  I appreciate you doing this for me; I know they appreciate you
doing this for them; and I can see you appreciate what it is doing for you;
penises never lie."  She said.  "Here are the drinks."  She said picking up the
tray, handing it to him, and placing the two remaining drinks on it.  Now, out
you go."  She said rubbing his rear crack up and down and extending her fingers
in between his legs.

Clyde reluctantly approached the two newcomers with their drinks.  He walked
tight assed and nearly pushed the tray down upon his erection to try and protect
it from curious hands.  When the ladies took their drinks he overheard, "I don't
think he does." 

"Let's see."  Another said, and before Clyde knew what was what, the tray was
taken from his hands.

"You see.  I told you so, he has no hair."  The mother said.

"No mother, he shaves it." The daughter said, rubbing her fingertips against the
grain of his pubic area.

Clyde was too shocked to move.  Then choruses of "Hi Taylor" rang out as Dr.
Rhodes entered the room with a drink in hand.

"Hi everyone.  Hi Rachel.  I'm so glad you could all come tonight."  She said,
giving hugs that honored the fact that they were all holding drinks.  "Has
everyone had a chance to become aquatinted with my assistant for the evening,
Sam here?"  There were shared smirks all around.  "Well good.  Sam, would you be
a dear and start the food around?"

"Yes Ma'am."  Clyde said politely, and left for the kitchen.

There he leaned back against the counter looking down at himself realizing the
sight that they all enjoyed of him and felt a new wave of humiliation wash over
himself as he saw anew the sight he was presenting with his hardon and smooth
shaved body.  He turned back around and rested his forearms on the counter with
his head bowed and thought, "How did I get myself into this?  What was I
thinking when I agreed to this?"  Then he realized, "Maggie!  If I didn't have
the hots for Maggie, none of this would have happened. Oh, what I do for
'Love.'" He reflected with a touch of humor to ease the embarrassment he was
putting himself through.  Then with as much of a "buck up" attitude as he could
muster, he picked up a tray of shrimp and cocktail sauce and headed back to the
living room.

On his way back, he held the tray at a more comfortable height, since there was
nothing more to hide form the view of the gawking women.  His hardon swayed,
bobbed, and weaved freely as he walked.  He resigned himself to the fact that
his embarrassing woody was just going to have to do as it pleased to get through
the night. 

Rachel looked too shy or preoccupied to look at Clyde as he circled the room
with the appetizers.  Dr. Rhodes flanked her on the couch on her right and the
daughter, Sydney on her left.  They were talking to her to cheer her up.  Sydney
was saying, "... did you ever just give him what he wanted?"

"I tried.  I tried my best."  Rachel said sobbing.

"How about head?  Did you ever just do it for him when he needed it and you
didn't?"  Sydney asked again.

"No." Rachel said snapping out of it with a touch of curiosity.

"Do you even know what 'head' is?"  Sydney asked.

"I think ... I don't know." Rachel admitted.

"Well let me show you."  Sydney said confidently and checking over at Dr.
Rhodes' expression for any signs of disapproval.  "Sam, come here a second."
She ordered with shocking familiarity.  "Closer.  Closer.  Right here between my
legs."  Her hands pulled Clyde by the backs of his knees up to where his shins
rested against the couch.  Sydney sat up toward the edge of her seat, and
looking over at Rachel, caressed the side of Clyde's penis with the cheek of her
face.  Then she turned to take his throbbing head into her moist mouth.  Clyde's
mind melted with this sensation being thrust on him on top of the embarrassment
of being fellated in front of all these female strangers.

Sydney got Rachel's attention by humming and pointing at various techniques she
was alternating between.  When she would suck and pull her tongue along the
bottom of Clyde's glans, he would tiptoe and go, "ah, ah, ah" in a higher and
higher progression.  When she removed her mouth and just swirled her tongue
around the tip, kissed the tip, or forced the tip of her tongue against his
peehole, he'd bend forward trying to pull back and put his hands on her
shoulders to balance himself.  When she'd just play with his balls, pulling,
pinching, hefting, he'd roll his eyes and widen his stance.

"There, you see, he likes it."  Sydney remarked to Rachel while holding his cock
with her hand and stroking the underside of the glans with her thumb. "Now if
you don't want a mess, ..." She put her mouth back on Clyde's pole and took it all
the way in.  Clyde had a momentary calm before the storm then shot his first of
several loads into her throat.  As he came, she pulled back while continuing to
suck him dry with just her lips around the head of his penis, sucking, tonguing,
and swallowing, until Clyde had to beg her to stop.  "So Sam, would you stay
with someone who did that for you whenever you needed it?" Sydney asked, pleased
with herself.

Clyde had collapsed beside her on the floor and could only groggily respond in
the affirmative.

"Sydney!" Dr. Rhodes scolded. "You're making this out to be Rachel's fault.
John is a scumbag.  He can't be satisfied with anyone.  He isn't even going to
realize what he has lost until she is gone."  She said putting her arm around
the guilt ridden Rachel.  "Look at her.  She is as beautiful as a woman can be;
she is intelligent, well educated, caring, giving, and deserving of the best.
John is close to the worst."  Then to Rachel she said. "I'm sorry to have to say
that, but Honey, we really didn't see it between you two from the start."  She
looked around and inventoried the nodding acknowledgements.  "As painful as it
may seem right now, you are far better off without him.  Believe me."

Rachel was sobbing into her hands, so Dr. Rhodes ordered, "Sam, please go and
get some tissue."

Clyde got up and sheepishly walked loosey goosey to the guest bathroom and
picked up a box of Kleenex and brought it back to Dr. Rhodes, his balls hanging
loose and his cock finally flopping about without pressure.

"Thank you Sam.  Rachel, honey, here."

"I don't know what I'm going to do."  Rachel pleaded.

Sydney's mother took her daughter's hand and pulled her up from the seat.  Then
she sat down next to Rachel and started to massage her neck and shoulders from
behind.  Clyde picked up the tray and headed back to the kitchen.  He didn't
care to participate any more than was required.

"Oh my god!" He thought to himself. "I've never had anything feel so good in my
entire life." 

He jiggled his cock and balls around for a moment to get back in touch with
himself and to reminisce with what just took place.  To his shock and surprise
Sydney barged in catching him with his genitals in his hand.  "Didn't I do it
good enough for you?"  She asked in a coy challenge.

"Ah, ah, ... That was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me." He
acknowledged.

"Are you grateful then?" She said moving her face into his, causing him to lean
back.

"Ah, very grateful, yes Ma'am."  He said leaning farther back in response to her
closing in further.

"How grateful?"  She asked touching the tip of her nose to his.  And, what's
this 'Ma'am' crap?  I'm probably the same age as you."  Clyde was speechless.
"Hunh? How grateful?" She pressured.

Clyde had no words for her, so he just put his arms around her and kissed her.

"That's a start."  She said putting her hand under his balls and squeezing his
cock down onto them with her thumb.  He tried to kiss her again, but she pushed
him back with the index finger of her other hand on his chest. "One good turn
deserves another."

He started to catch on to her thinking, but realized his responsibility to Dr.
Rhodes for the party.  "Ah, I've got to get this food out there." He implored,
first looking at the food around him, then at Sydney in the eyes.  She moved to
his flank and put one hand around back between his legs and grabbed his balls
while grabbing the base of his cock and wobbling the tip from the front with the
other.  Clyde was feeling a slightly painful erection starting to happen again
and turned to reach for a tray of cheese and crackers and started towards the
door.  Sydney was drug along behind him by holding on to his balls and didn't
let go until he was in the opening of the doorway. With a widened stance and a
couple of hip moves, he got them hanging right and walked into the room again.
When Dr. Rhodes saw him coming, she got up, took the tray from him and set it
down on the coffee table.  Clyde saw Rachel crying still, and the others just
looking at him as Dr. Rhodes asked him to step into the next room with her.

"Sam, now here comes a delicate part.  Rachel is feeling rather ugly right now,
and we're going to make her feel better about it.  Are you with me so far?"
Clyde nodded. "Okay then. There is liable to be some intimate moments coming up
and ordinarily no males would be present."  Clyde looked on cautiously
entranced. "The only way this is going to work out with you here is that you
show your appreciation for any woman that exposes herself and makes herself
vulnerable in front of the others."  Clyde's screwed up expression told Dr.
Rhodes that she would have to spell it out in more detail. "In short, Sam, I
want to see you erect in appreciation of these guests, especially Rachel, at all
times, even if you have to get it or keep it up yourself." Clyde's expression
widened in the eyes and formed an "o" with his mouth.

"Okay." He said tentatively.

"Okay then, work on it now while you're talking to me."  She said looking down
at his semi-hard cock curving down over, but not touching, his balls.

Clyde looked down at his curved penis.  Being happy that it was finally down was
now replaced with the dread of it being almost flaccid.  He reluctantly, and
with overwhelming humiliation in front of his Dr., put his hand on his cock and
started to stroke it.  His eyes wandered up the curve of Dr. Rhodes' legs and
hips and stopped at the swell of her breasts.  Watching Clyde stroking himself
in front of her, and staring at her body for stimulation, caused Dr. Rhodes to
get excited and it began to show as her nipples pushed out more prominently
against the material of her top.  Clyde noticed her nipples poking out for the
first time and became genuinely excited, as he stroked faster.

"Down boy."  She said amused. "You don't want to lose it here.  You've got the
rest of the evening to worry about." And, she pulled his hand away from his rock
hard erection.

When they returned to the living room, one of the ladies had Rachel standing
beside her and they were looking at each other as if they were comparing their
clothing or bodies.  As they got closer they heard, "... you're as tall as Sydney;
you're as well endowed as Janice; you have a face a face as pretty as, well, any
of us; your legs are as perfect as Taylor's; get with the program Woman.  You've
got it going on more than any of us." The lady in the short spaghetti strapped
dress was saying.

"That is very nice of you all to say," Rachel acknowledged, "but I really don't
think ..."

"Sam," the Spaghetti Dressed lady asked, "what do you think of the soon to be
circulating Rachel here?"

"Ah," Clyde started, then looked at Dr. Rhodes, "Ah, I think you're beautiful?"
He said taking a deep breath of relief.

"See," Spaghetti Dress said, "He means it. Look."  She said, moving next to
Clyde and hefting his hardon in her hand as an offering to Rachel of his
approval.  Clyde nodded to further convince her.

"Oh, I don't know..." Rachel bemoaned.

"Here, take off this kind of frumpy top."  Sydney's mother said pulling the
light jacket back down off her shoulders. "Unbutton some of these buttons," she
continued as she unbuttoned the choke collar all the way down to the button
holding her blouse closed across the peak of her breasts. Then she tugged the
collars apart a bit to show a little cleavage.  "Now you could get any man you
wanted looking like that. ... Couldn't she Sam?"

"Oh, yes." Clyde said and Spaghetti Straps hefted his cock up and down a couple
of times to mock it nodding its assent.

"Now, you shouldn't wear these baggy pants, even though they are stylish,"
Sydney's mother said reaching behind for the button and zipper.  "You need to be
wearing stretch pants like Taylor and Sydney and Janice here." Sydney's mother
now helped the pants drop to the floor.  Rachel's hands quickly shot down to
cover her pubic area even though the tails of the blouse already covered what
she was wanting to conceal, plus she was also wearing smoke colored pantyhose.
The mother took her hands away and led her out of the pants pile on the floor
and had her walking around in just heels, hose, and shirttails.

Clyde felt special being a part of this intimate moment.  He could sense that
Rachel was as humiliated and embarrassed as he was for the moment. Her tall,
well-proportioned form oozed sensuality, especially now that she was halfway
between being ashamed and proud of her body.

"I think we're making progress here."  Dr. Rhodes said smiling. "Why don't we
take this outside?" 

The Spaghetti Strap lady and Sydney's mother each held up one of Rachel's hands
and led her out through the solarium to the pool-patio area.  Rachel was feeling
better from all the attention she was getting and walked out with an exaggerated
swagger.  The others followed, all except Sydney.

"You can wait for further instructions in the kitchen." Dr. Rhodes instructed
Clyde, as she followed the others out to backyard.

Sydney grabbed his cock and led him away.  When they were out of the line of
sight of the others, she turned, pulled him closer into a hug, and asked, "How
grateful again?"

Clyde tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him back, and then down, all the
way down to his knees.  Clyde looked up at her and she back at him. She put her
thumbs in the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them slowly down past her
knees, stepping out of them and tossing them aside.  She held the front of her
skirt up invitingly and Clyde put his hands on the back of her legs gazing upon
her young womanhood as he drew in her intoxicating aroma.  He started to bring
his lips up to kiss her ground zero, but she moved and turned around before he
connected.  Then she bent forward at the waist, putting her hands on her
slightly bent knees, swaying her back and thrusting her sexuality back into his
face.  Clyde instinctively put his lips on her snatch and kissed her fig.  And,
as he rolled his nose and tongue into her folds, she thrust back more and opened
like a flower in bloom.

Clyde worked the sucking, licking, and humming techniques he had learned over
the last couple of months.  Sydney responded by shuffling back so that his head
was titled and facing straight up.  She took her hands from her knees, reached
down, and grabbed onto Clyde's cock and balls for balance.  Her head started to
rear; she started to moan and groan; she pressed her nether lips tighter against
Clyde's lips.  She moved her hips wantonly back and forth mashing Clyde's
efforts with sensations she was creating for herself.  "Oh yeah, Oh Yeah, ..." She
repeated while stroking Clyde's cock vigorously and jiggling his balls.  Clyde
was not too happy about the treatment his penis was getting, wanting instead to
stick it in the place he was lashing with his tongue. Clyde could feel his
impending release building with Sydney's motion and vocalizations.  As if in
total symbiosis, Clyde shot his jism up at the same time Sydney's climax came
down upon him.  Sydney kept on pumping Clyde's cock as he kept on buzzing her
love spot until Clyde had to physically remove her hand and she eventually
tumble off of his face, too worn out to take any more secondary climaxes.

"Oh yeah.  That was good."  Sydney said with a smile.

"Shit. Look at the mess." Clyde said alarmed at the cum on Dr. Rhodes white
carpet.  "Excuse me, I've got to get some way to clean this up." Clyde said
scrambling to his feet.

He came back with a wet towel and wiped it as best he could.  "Better wipe it
this way to get the nap to match." Sydney advised and grabbed the back of his
hand to help.

Then Clyde heard Dr. Rhodes faintly calling his name.  Moments later, he heard
her voice loud and clear coming over some sort of intercom speaker. "Yes!" he
shouted back, not sure if she could hear him.  "Please come out here.  I need
you."  She said.  "Be right there!" He shouted again.

"Oh Shit." He exclaimed.

"What is it Sam?"  Sydney asked.

"Oh shit. I'm supposed to have an erection if I go out there, and now I don't
think I can do it."

"What's that all about?" Sydney asked incredulous.

"It's Rachel.  Something about I'm supposed to constantly show she is desirable
by being constantly erect in her presence." He explained.

"I see."  Sydney replied.  "That is a problem.  Taylor is one nice lady as long
as you don't cross her, but if that is your instruction, I'd get to work on it."
She said undoing her top.  "Does this help?"

Clyde stroked himself in the very special way he liked when he was free to cum
at his own whim.  Sydney's bra encased tits helped.  "They're real you know."
She said, then reached in and popped one out over the top of the bra. "See?"
Then she popped out the other one.  "Would you like to touch them?" 

"Oh, yes." Clyde confessed, and moved forward, hunched over stroking his cock
and cradling his balls, and kissed one nipple, and then the other.  Sydney
smiled. Clyde closed his eyes and laved one nipple with his tongue and then the
other, imagining the two of them in bed, and at any moment Sydney would invite
him to enter her for a melee' of bliss.

"SAamm, we're wAIting." The voice said.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm on my way." He called back.

"I've got to go." He said. "Thank you." He whispered, grabbed a tray and ran out
to the back yard.

Out back he stood with the tray across his semi-erect penis by the spa, trying
to catch glimpses of female flesh as they moved about slowly in the bubbling
water.  He glanced over and saw all of their clothes on chairs beside the pool.

"We need you to get some towels."  Dr. Rhodes directed, acting a little annoyed
and suspicious. "You'll find them in a closet by the guest bathroom off the
front hall." 

"Yes Ma'am." Clyde replied, backed up and turned quickly to leave hiding his
flaccidity from their view. 

Clyde grabbed a stack of luxuriously thick white towels and headed back, trying
to think of the naked bodies in the spa to stimulate his erection.  His balls
were numb and drained, but his pole was at three quarter's firm when he returned
with the stack of towels. He had to peek around them to see where he was going.
When he got by the spa, a lady approached him took a towel and shook hands with
his cock, sort of saying, "Thank you". With the top towel gone he could see that
it was Spaghetti Strap, but nothing else, and she had the towel around her
before he thought to peek around the side.

Then he felt a naked body sneak up behind him, press her breasts into his back,
and reach around and masturbate him in a manner similar to the way he was doing
it to himself moments before.  She took one of the towels and draped the first
fold over his face and continued to masturbate him until all of the towels were
gone.  Dr. Rhodes took the towel over his face, but had it around herself while
continuing to pass him, so she was wrapped behind him before he could see her.
Sydney stepped from behind him and he watched her naked form descend into the
water to join Rachel, who was apparently too shy to exit the spa while he was
standing there. And besides, he hadn't counted the correct number of towels he
was going to need.

"I'd like to think it was a careless mistake that you shorted us one towel,
Sam."  Dr. Rhodes said.

"I'll be right back with two more."  He said urgently.

"You do that." She said as he took off, erection flopping every which way.

When he returned, they were all in towels sitting in a semi-circle watching
Rachel and Sydney in the spa.  He set the towels on a chair that was now next to
the spa, and came to Dr. Rhode's upon her bidding.

"Sam, these ladies need some lotion applied.  Would you be so kind as to do the
honors with the legs please?"  She asked of him.

Clyde thought he had died and gone to heaven.  These ladies were older than he
by up to ten maybe fifteen years in one case, but they were in excellent, classy
shape and their legs were like professional dancers on all except maybe Sydney's
mother.  Hers were deeply tanned but not as toned as the others.

He took the lotion from Dr. Rhodes and started to smear some on her shin.
"Guests first, Sam." So, he went to the lady to her left, Janice, who had been
the first guest to arrive.  He knew her legs would be spectacular from seeing
them in the stretchy pants she wore.  The towel wrapped around her didn't cover
her bottom on the seat, and ended a couple of inches below the crease of her
bent leg at the hip. He knelt on one knee and laid her left leg across his thigh
as he smoothed the lotion up and down her gorgeous gams.  She had her hands
plopped down between her legs, so Clyde knew how far up he dared go with the
lotion defined by the edge of the towel.

His touch excited her.  It started to excite the others waiting in anticipation
of his ministrations.  He greased up her foot and massaged the lotion in.
Janice moaned uninhibitedly and melted somewhat into the chair.  He stopped and
switched his kneeling position and started to work on her other leg. When he
went from her knee up her leg, she snaked her left foot between his legs and
under his loosely hanging balls and started to play footsie with them,
transferring excess lotion from her foot to his scrotum.  When he reached up to
the upper part of her leg, she took her shin and plunged it up and down the
underside of his cock and balls, driving him insane with excitement.  She slid
all the way down to the edge of the chair so he could get the underside of her
legs up to the bottom of her butt cheeks as well.  As he did so, she snaked her
legs up over his shoulders and down around his upper back and pulled him in so
he was face to snatch with her trimmed but hairy pussy.

Clyde craned his head up to look at Dr. Rhodes' reaction and saw that she was
pretending not to notice, so he started to lick and suck on Janice's special
place. Mercifully for Clyde, she came in minutes, much to the delight of her
friends in waiting.  She sat slouched with her feet a few inches apart and her
knees hanging wide, oblivious to the beaver shot she was leaving everyone.
Clyde moved left on to Spaghetti Straps who let him put the lotion on and then
took his head in her hands and placed his face against her steaming hot pussy.
After she came dramatically, Clyde noticed that Rachel had snuck out of the spa,
wrapped a towel around herself, and joined the end of the circle on Dr. Rhodes'
right.

The last person on the left was the other late arrival and she was more
interested in playing footsie with Clyde's genitalia than relaxing and enjoying
the application of the lotion.  So Clyde chased her legs and feet around like
naughty children to do the job of greasing them up while trying to defend his
tender zone from their playful assault.  When he was done she jokingly begged
off of the muff diving, but when he was about to move on to the next one, she
grabbed his hair saying, 'Com'on you wonderful creature." And forced his face
against her slippery nether lips. 

Meanwhile, Sydney was watching the events, smiling with her chin on her crossed
arms at the edge of the spa.  She was amused at the ladies' going for the gold,
Clyde's compliance with it all, and the sight of his silly balls hanging down
between his legs, swinging and bobbing as he wrestled with the legs and naughty
feet. 

Clyde moved to Dr. Rhodes' right and applied lotion to the lady that came with
Rachel.  It was a straightforward "do your thing" for her.  She closed her eyes
and just let the lotion, massage, and clit tickling take its course. 

Sydney climbed out of the spa when Clyde moved on to her mother.  It was not as
exciting for Clyde, because she was probably technically older enough by about
fifteen or sixteen years to be his mother.  It was more of an unpleasant job,
now made more difficult by Sydney who had scrounged around for a smooth aluminum
pole and was trying to distract him by moving it back and forth across his
hanging balls as he tried to concentrate.  Sydney's mother was no exception.
She too wanted and needed the relief Clyde was so successful at providing all
the others thus far. As Clyde reluctantly put his mouth on her snatch, Sydney
stepped up her assault on his hanging balls, by gently poking or tapping them
with the pole, each time causing Clyde to stop, catch himself, or turn and give
her imploring looks.  Finally, when her mother was annoyed enough with her she
sternly said, "Sydney! Stop it!" and Sydney put away her plaything and giggled
to herself that she had got her mother's goat.

When Clyde was done with the mother, Rachel was the last one seated.  She barely
allowed him to put lotion on her legs.  She confessed that having another man
touching her was like cheating on John.  This got everyone upset with her,
because she still hadn't got the point.  "Okay," Sydney piped up, "we're going
to get you over this once and for all.  Come here."  She said sternly, pointing
to where she had laid out her own towel on the ground. "Okay, lie down." Rachel
knelt then carefully swung her legs out and holding her towel down, stretched
out her legs. "No, on your stomach." Sydney directed.  "Okay, now we'll take
this." And Sydney reached under Rachel before she was completely down and pulled
apart her towel, then she pulled it out to the sides and off as Rachel crushed
herself down on the ground to hide her charms.  Rachel lay on the ground, face
buried straight down, her arms clutched tightly to her sides, and her legs
firmly clamped together.  "Okay Sam, she gets the full body lotion for being so
dense."

"Sydney." Dr. Rhodes warned, to get her to lighten up.

"Sam, lotion please.  Com'on, I'll help you.  And you Missy, as far as you are
concerned, every hand you feel on your skin at this point is a hand of a male
stranger trying to get you to loosen up and enjoy life."

Sydney, her mother, Spaghetti Straps, and her friend each took a limb, leaving
Clyde to kneel at her head to massage her neck and shoulders from above.  They
passed around the lotion and each took a limb out away from Rachel's body,
mortifying her by displaying her open pussy and bulging breasts at the sides.
As Clyde reached farther down her back, his rigid penis and sensitive balls
would move along into her hair causing him electric sensations that made him
shudder.  Those working on her legs started at her feet and worked their way up
to a distractingly close grazing of her vulva.  Those on her arms worked their
way from her palms up under her armpits and in and around her mashed breasts.
Her face stayed scrunched and facing the towel, trying to resist the pleasurable
sensations the caring hands were welling up in her. Then with a playful slap and
sting to her rear, Sydney declared, "Time to do the other side."

"No-ooooo ..." She protested.

"Oh yesssss ... Time to learn how to live AJ.  That is, 'After John', don't you
know." Sydney said and the five of them coaxed the stiff Rachel over onto her
back.

"YESSSS!" Clyde thought looking down the perfect body of the reluctant guest of
honor. 

Each limb got gently lifted and wiggled out to a minor spread-eagle. "Okay Sam.
Climb on down and do your magic." Sydney directed.  Clyde took his knees and
stepped them inside Rachel's arms, positioned himself on all fours and lowered
his face to her desperately shy nether lips.  Rachel's friends held her legs up
and out so Clyde would get a good angle and he went to work with a great deal of
delight.  Rachel's arms were let  free and she started to grip the ground beside
her.  The more she resisted, the more she was desperate to do something with her
hands.  She reached up, her eyes still closed, and felt Clyde's strong legs and
buttocks. As her resistance weakened, she ventured further around his body and
when she felt his hanging balls on the back of her hand, she opened her eyes and
looked up at the stiff rod and hanging gonads of someone other than her husband.
Moments later, she spontaneously turned the situation upside down and had Clyde
on his back, with her sitting back on his face.  She looked long and hard at the
bobbing penis in front of her. Then without any direction from her friends, and
for the first time ever, she took a male member into her mouth and hungrily
sucked and licked it to the encouraging words of her friends like, "you go
girl," and "all right Rachel!"

Clyde hit her spot often and long enough that she came crashing down on his body
in an unexpectedly powerful orgasm and unable to finish what she started. Her
friends had to roll her off of Clyde so he could breathe easier.  She was rolled
back onto the towel where she pulled herself into a tight fetal ball, thinking
about and basking in what had just happened.  Clyde lay there undisturbed for
awhile, his arm over his eyes first thinking about taking matters into his own
hands, but then thinking the better of it since he may not be able to keep up
his erection after that for the rest of the night. 

In the following moments where he dozed off, everyone had dressed and left. Dr.
Rhodes was now dressed in a long silky robe when she crouched down to gently
wake him. "Ah, ah, ..." Clyde repeated trying to come back to his senses, first
realizing where he was, then realizing why he was there, and finally what he was
expected to do.

"Did you have a nice rest?" Dr. Rhodes softly asked him.

"Ah, yes." He replied rubbing his eyes. "Was I asleep?"

"Yes, you dear lad.  You put in quite an evening." She said smiling.  "I'd say
that you over paid your bill and I owe you some change."  She said helping him
to his feet, and brushing off some pieces of leaves and grasses. "I'm going to
add one more test of sexual function to your pre-conjugal exam at no charge,"
she said starting to walk him to the house, her arm around his,  "and of course,
I'm bound by my Dr./patient relationship not to reveal the results to anyone."