I sucked up a big breath of air and walked up to his door bell and rang it. I'm not sure why but I knew I had to and more importantly deep down I knew...I really wanted to. Curiosity was getting the better of me and I know the reason he wanted me to come over wasn't for a beer and a game on the TV.He answered the door with a big smile and disarming attitude which instantly put me at ease. He told me to come in and make myself comfortable as he handed me a beer and said he was putting the. “I guess I can start recommending it to people that have a partner though.”“I dunno. Dr. Spencer says I’m fairly unique. This could just be a quirk of how my body works. People heal different, right? I’m young, in good shape, worked out my shoulders extensively before the shooting and may have a genetic predisposition toward rapid recovery.”He nodded and shrugged. “I’ll talk to a few patients about it and see if it impacts their recovery much,” he said hopefully.“Well let’s get to work and see. Then he began to slowly inch his cock out of my mouth but stopped leaving just the head of his cock in my mouth as began squeezing out every last drop onto my tongue. As he finished I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gave him one last good suck draining his cock completely dry. Man that felt so fucking good he said to me before grabbing his towel off the floor and wrapping it around his waist. He then thanked me for doing such a good job sucking him off before he opened the door. “ Robert glanced down at my still not-quite-dry crotch and mumbled something unintelligible, then continued; “Uh . . . what was I saying, oh, yes, wearing that self-same suit on Monday, but please do purchase a new shirt and tie, young man, and ask Sasha to work on that little stain on your groin. She can work marvels with those.”Robert tucked the two accordion files back under his arms, turned, and wobbled awkwardly back toward the office, struggling with the heavy files.“Robert! Who’s Sasha?”.