Lemme Play Doctor

Just yesterday I had a sexy half-naked god in the bedroom, managed to talk him out of his shirt and into the bed ... but alas, nothing happened.

I know. All terribly anti-climactic. Blasted monogamy.

Seriously. :)

Happened this way actually. If you'd recall, I have this husky young bachelor boy in the house next door who's back for the recent new year festivities. Wet jerk-off dream - seriously, think cute innocent boy-next-door type with the ripped body of a martial arts champ. And don't forget the God-I-wanna-lick-them eight-pack abs.

Yeah. Eight-Pack Eli. You could lick him up with a spoon.

Unfortunately for the past few days, the poor boy has been having this irresistible itch down his back that he simply can't scratch and wanted me to take a look. Me, being the good neighbourhood samaritan ( and nothing like the proverbial drooling Big Bad Wolf really! ), immediately jumped on that tempting offer.

After all, how many times ( apart from work natch ) do I get the chance to order a hot hunky ( possibly straight! ) guy to strip in a bedroom?


Yes, sir. Where do you want me, sir...
Don't jump to conclusions though. Despite the fact that he'd torn off his shirt in a blink of an eye leaving only skimpy shorts, nothing much happened. Turns out the boy had developed an acute rash - possibly fungal in origin which needed nothing more terrifying than a salve. All very precise, platonic and professional - far from anything featured on the infamous Menatplay.com - though I gotta admit my hands lingered just a moment longer than seemly on his abs.

Didn't stay all that long though since I don't think Charming Calvin is much in favour of threesomes on the side. :P And hell, he's a patient now!