Oct 11, 2012 11:45pm
The winter season had finally decided to focus its frigid eyes down south. I've had a deluge of guys coming into my office complaining about feeling a little beneath the weather. I was happy to help every and every one of them the most good I could and Diego here was no exception. The boy have to have been a nice five foot eight inches. He had an adorable slim frame with a cute bubble gazoo that was asking to be played with. He came in today telling me what I had heard all week from so many other youthful males coming into the clinic that this guy had a sore face hole and headache and was in desperate need of some relief. Oh, I'd give him some relief alright, I thought during the time that I smiled to myself. I had him take off his shirt and shorts during the time that I started the ordinary investigation starting by testing out his reflexes. Then I checked his heart and lungs followed by having him acquire on the scale. Once I was done with all the "fluff" I wanted to receive right down to business. I had him get on all fours on the investigation table so that I could place in a rectal thermometer in him.
