Nov 30, 2012 7:45am
The winter season had lastly decided to focus its frigid eyes down south. I have had a deluge of boys coming into my office complaining about feeling a little under the weather. I was pleased to aid each and every one of them the superlatively good I could and Diego here was no exception. The guy get to have been a precious five foot eight inches. He had an delightful slender 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 young studs coming into the clinic that he had a sore mouth and headache and was in despairing need of some relief. Oh, I'd give him some relief alright, I thought whilst I smiled to myself. I had him take off his shirt and shorts whilst I started the ordinary examination beginning by testing out his reflexes. Then I checked his heart and lungs followed by having him get on the scale. Once I was done with all the "fluff" I wanted to get right down to business. I had him receive on all fours on the scrutiny table so that I could put in a rectal thermometer in him.
