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Before he left, Akami discussed his medical condition with him some more. "Alan, I wanted to mention that your latest test results show good news. Your thyroid levels are up 25 percent. So that means you should be having more energy, though you may not be feeling it yet. Remember how that's the point of all this sexual activity?"
"Oh yeah," he responded, only half joking. Having to cum six times a day had become an end goal in and of itself, and while six times was a little much, he certainly didn't want to end his sexual fun completely by being pronounced 'cured.' No one else gave much thought any more to the connection between all the sexual activity and his low energy levels, but he still greatly wanted to have more energy and to not always have to take a nap or feel like a useless rag.
Akami resumed, "I'm very keen to see what the blood test we did today will show, to see if your thyroid level was a one-time fluctuation or if it can be equaled or hopefully bettered. This new level is good, but you could stand to boost it 100 percent, not just 25 percent. So I'll call in a couple of days and let you know. Depending on the results, we might have to make some changes in your regimen."
He nodded in understanding. He asked, "Is there any way we could make it five or four times a day?"
"I'm not sure. I can't make any promises. Depending on the results, we might even have to increase it to seven or eight times a day, though I really doubt that will happen."
He sighed and his face looked forlorn. He thought, Impossible. Completely impossible! Six times a day is the absolute outer limit. Please may the results not fall that way. I just couldn't take that much help.
She didn't mean that, of course, since there were no real medical tests to drive such a decision; she just wanted to see what his reaction would be. She was intrigued at just how far one person could go. When she saw his response, she took mercy on him, deciding never again to mention having to cum more than six times a day.
She added, "Also, if you're still feeling sluggish, here's a prescription for a potent vitamin supplement. You don't actually need a prescription for it, but this note will help make sure you pick the right one." Akami wrote a surprisingly long note while both of them sat nearly naked in their chairs. Then she handed it to him.
He took it and read it immediately, curious about its length. It read, "If you want vitamins, here's the name." A certain type of multivitamin was listed.
But below that, the note continued, "But screw vitamins. I shouldn't be doing this and I could get in trouble, so keep it under your hat, but here's my home phone number." The number was listed, and her e-mail too. She went on in the note, "I can't wait two whole weeks until you fuck me again! PLEASE CALL ME, ANYTIME! I know you've got a lot of amazing people helping you out, but I'll make you feel soooo good. I promise! Love, Akami."
Many words were underlined for emphasis, such as the word "ANYTIME," which she'd underlined three times.
He took the note, and with a poker face simply put it in his pocket. There was something about her vibe today that gave him the feeling he was being watched. He thought suspiciously, Why did she say this in a note, instead of telling it to me?
But he held his tongue for the moment and replied in a bland voice, "I'll follow this prescription to your satisfaction, nurse. Thank you very much." He put his hand on the doorknob as if to go.
"Oh, will you? Good!" she said excitedly. She wasn't as good at acting as he was. "I'll go get the doctor now."
Just as he was turning the doorknob, she said, "Oh wait. Clothes first."
He looked down and realized that he was buck naked.
She also was wearing only her open lab coat. They both went to get their clothes amidst much laughter.
Alan was very chagrined that he'd almost walked out into the hallway in the buff, although it actually wouldn't have mattered much since Akami always arranged for the office to be completely empty of patients and other staff during his appointments.
He thought, I must be losing my mind. Forgetting to use condoms, forgetting to wear my clothes - what's next? About the only thing I seem to still remember anymore is where to stick my dick.
Before she put on her clothes, Akami pointed toward her wispy bush and said in a sultry voice, "Remember, Alan, you always have a special home here at the doctor's office. Right here between my legs. Next time, come well rested. I want to see just how many 'sperm samples' it takes to fill me up to overflowing."
He grinned. "Will do."
"By the way," she added in a more clinical tone, "I'm still very concerned about your becoming too focused on sex. Please try to stay on top of your studies and have a social life with friends. There's more to life than sex, believe it or not. And regarding your sister Katherine, her case sounds pretty serious. I think it would be good if we could schedule an appointment for her, so we could test whether her sexual response falls within the norm."
He restated that in translation, as: "In other words, you want to have lots of sex with her."
"That's another way to put it," she said, smiling. "But don't worry. If either you or your sister or both of you come here in the future, there won't be any charge. Hell, I'll pay YOU if I have to, if you could fuck me like that again. Both of you is better. And next time, let's make sure your mom Susan comes in with you too, but only if she wants to play. Otherwise, for the love of God, come alone."
"Yeah, I think she might be into playing now. Well, playing with me; she's definitely not into women. But she might get off watching me with you. I hope so, anyway. She was a bit scared of you before, I think."
Akami noted, "She had a very different attitude on the phone, that's for sure. Her voice sounded so different. Before, there was restraint, but now she sounds sexually free and liberated. She even laughs a lot more. And she was treating me like her savior for helping to initiate your treatment program, so that made me feel special."
"Interesting," he commented. "Just a few days ago, she was really torn up about stuff."
"Things can change quickly." Akami finished putting on her clothes.
He said, "By the way, the fact that I would have forgotten to use a condom if you hadn't given it to me makes me think that I need to get myself tested for STDs. Since you're a nurse and all, do you know a good place for that, and where one can do that without getting one's parents involved?"
She replied, "That's not what we do here at all, but you're lucky that I do know a place. Here, let me get the information for you." While she was doing that, she asked, "By the way, since we weren't completely safe today, seeing as I only remembered the condom halfway through the appointment, is there any reason I should worry?"
He was startled by that. "Oh, what, me? No, no worries. Remember, I was a total virgin until very recently. But since I have multiple sex partners these days, I figure it's something I should get in the habit of doing pretty regularly."
He felt bad because that wasn't completely true; there really was a concern due to his bareback sex with Heather. He had trusted Heather when she'd said that she was clean (as far as she knew), but he was determined to get tested right away to be as sure as possible.
She handed him the information. "Smart. Very smart. I'm impressed."
"Thanks."
She said, "In any case, why don't we go out and say hello to the doctor? I think it's better that you see him in the lobby than in here, since this room positively reeks of sex."
Just before leaving the room, Alan said, "I'll mention the idea of coming in to see you to my sister Katherine. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes." To himself, he added, But first I have to find out what this whole secret note thing was about.
As he walked out, Akami thought to herself, Such a good kid. So all-around decent. He makes me feel so good. I feel awful about this video thing, even if the doctor is forcing me. I have to do something before it goes too far. Alan completely melted my brain with the best sex I've ever had, and I'm standing by, silent? I can't let that happen. If the doctor films him and Susan next time, they could be blackmailed for life!
Dr. Fredrickson meanwhile had turned off his video cameras, shut and locked the cabinets where the video monitors were hidden, and put on his pants. At Akami's insistence, his video system had no way to record, so when the show was over it was over. Akami had double-checked the equipment to be sure. She understandably didn't want videos made of her that could somehow wind up in the wrong hands and get her in a heap of trouble.
There was nothing else worth watching outside of Alan's appointments, so he typically only opened those cabinets once every two weeks. However, that morning Dr. Fredrickson had decided to use a camera on a tripod to take photographs of the video screen during Alan's office visit. That way, he could have something to masturbate to later. Akami would have been very upset to know about the pictures he was taking, but he hadn't told her about them yet.
He thought to himself, I should have thought this through and not resorted to half measures. Next time I'm gonna get another video camera to film the whole video as it happens. That'll show Akami!
He'd juggled taking pictures with masturbating while watching the live video feed. He'd jacked off several times while watching Alan and Akami, turned on by Alan's explanation of his sex life at home even more than by the visuals of fucking. The doctor was more than a little jealous of Alan's situation. It was frustrating enough to know that the boy was having great sex with everyone from his own mother and sister to the head cheerleader, but what really got the doctor's blood boiling was the way Alan had fucked Akami: he had clearly rocked her world in a way that the doctor never had.
"Hi, Dr. Fredrickson," Alan said, extending his hand for a handshake as the doctor walked into the lobby.
The doctor hid his rage and jealousy very well and flashed a smile. "How you doin', Alan? I haven't seen you in a while. When Akami takes on your appointments, it gives me a chance to bury my head in paperwork. How are things at home, and with your beautiful mother Susan?"
Alan got the feeling that the doctor's smile and friendliness were phony and that the doctor was pissed off at him for some reason. He couldn't help but notice that the doctor was practically crushing his hand as the handshake went on and on. But he kept up the charade and just said, "Oh, things are good. Same ol' same ol.' I'll tell her you said hello."
After a little more chit-chat with the doctor, Alan left. He was too emotionally exhausted from the intense fucking to really give the doctor's not-so-well-hidden animosity much thought. Instead, he thought, Every fuck doesn't have to be a "mind-bending make-me-see-stars fuck-of-a-lifetime." I should just chill and do the "making love" thing more often. Otherwise I'll never reach my daily targets.
On the way home, Alan stopped at the clinic Akami had recommended and got tested for STDs. He was disappointed to find out that it would take over a week to get the results back. The more he thought about the fact that he'd fucked Heather twice, and even came inside her without a condom, the more he worried. He knew that it wasn't just a matter of his own health anymore, because if he got something he could spread it to his loved ones.
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