Got to book my next appointment at the sexual health clinic
tomorrow. I have to have a certificate that
is not more than 30 days old and given it can take 5 days to get all the
results it means a trip to London every three weeks.
Before last year I had been to the clinic just twice before;
both thirty year ago. The first time was
after an ex-girlfriend phoned to suggest that I should visit as she had just
been tested positive for an STD. I didn't ask and she didn't offer a view as the source and if she thought me as the
culprit. Any way it didn't matter as I was
clean.
The second time was after a friend’s stag night. The Best Man was clear about the agenda for
the evening. Meet in a pub, dinner in a restaurant
and then a private show back at Mark’s flat.
You will know where the anticipation was focused.
A dozen of us arrived back there and two
girls arrived and gave us a grand, personal and close up show; first
individually and then they did an act together.
We had seen what we paid for and so after a whip round (no puns) the
next show began.
We were mainly sat on
the floor, a few on the sofas. The girl,
wearing only a skimpy bikini, walked into the lounge through a door almost diagonally
across from me and she just kept on walking in my direction. It may be a little personal vanity but I am sure her
eyes were on me all the way and I never lost eye contact.
She headed to me, asked me to stand and stripped me and then
lost the little she was wearing. My biggest
concern at that moment was nothing to do with sex or naked in front of my mates. I wondered if I looked ridiculous wearing just my
socks!!
Anyway she laid me back on the
floor, gave me a really good BJ and then squatted on me until I came deep in
her pussy. All my mates watched on but I
managed to block that out with the feeling of my cock in a very tight pussy
(yes that surprised me as well). These were the days pre AIDS. Anyway, I thought a trip to the clinic was
necessary.
But now my visits are business.
Initially I chose the Lydia Clinic which is part of St Thomas’ Hospital. I sat there among many others – men and women
are segregated - and read my book. Called into
to see the nurse I had to go through a life history of partners and sex.
My personal life had been varied but it had to be exaggerated and the future rolled into the past to
make sure I had all the right tests. Females;
yes. Males; yes. Oral, anal, give receive; yes. Singles yes. Groups; yes. European, Asian or African;yes. I must have sounded like a total slut especially as I had to explain that this was just my personal life. If i had said anything about it as a job I would have had to pay!!
So blood was taken and my
throat and arse swabbed. I signed up for
the telephone results service and left SAE so I had a paper record (needed by
most studios).
Then one producer said that Lydia wasn't good enough and he
wanted a certificate from the Working Man Clinic at the Jefferiss Clinic at St
Mary’s. And that is where I now go after going through all the same questions
again.
I have been inoculated for all
sort of things which will also be good if I go on holiday to the tropics. I drop my pants and a strange man inspects my
cock and my arse. He still sticks things
in my throat and arse and takes blood but, you know what, I don’t mind. I like the idea a Working Man’s Clinic. That is what I am and I now have my own
place to go.
And the PS? I have had full negative results every time.
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