Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 6: Hi Mom! I’m Home.

I looked at my phone. Mom had already texted me. I texted back, “Home in 10” and peeled out of the parking lot. When I got home, she said dinner was ready. I ran upstairs and said I would be down shortly. My hard on had subsided enough to pass mom with a carefully placed backpack. But by the time I had locked the bathroom door, I was at full staff again. Mom was downstairs putting dinner on the table. She had no reason to come upstairs. Her bedroom was downstairs. The bathroom was a “Jack and Jill” setup between my bedroom and the bedroom for the sibling that never happened. I pretty much had the whole upstairs to myself. I locked both doors and turned on the fan for extra protection. I sat on the toilet and started jacking off. It was more for relief than pleasure. I didn’t even have time to conjure up an image or even think about what had just happened. I came in a matter of seconds, like a reflex. It dribbled as usual, but it was a prodigious amount. I cleaned up and headed downstairs.

Mom asked what I had done after my physical. I said I didn’t and that I had just come home straight from the doctor’s office. Surprised, she asked what took so long. I said, “Well he was running behind, and being a new patient, he asked me a ton of questions. When we got to the part about my urethra, he asked if I had ever done anything about it, and I told him except for sitting to pee, no. He said I had options and took me through them. He doesn’t recommend drugs or surgery for patients my age but gave me some exercises and recommended some therapy.” She asked, “So, you like this new doc?” I said, “Sure beats Dr. Peterson. He never told me any of the stuff Dr. Grant did. I guess having an adult doctor is just different.” She said, “Well, when I called the new insurance and found out Peterson was not in plan, I figured you had outgrown the balloons and lollipops.”

I asked, “So, how did you pick Dr. Grant?” She said, “Well, they would give me the miles to my house, male or female, age, specialty, and med school. That’s it. So, I know he is 3.9 miles away, male, 34, an internist, and graduated from Johns Hopkins. He was the first one they brought up, and I figured it was just a sports physical. So, I though you could switch if it didn’t work out. So, he’s good?” I said, “Well, at a minimum, he’s thorough. I do feel comfortable with him. He’s young for a doctor. I mean, Dr. Peterson had to have been pushing 70. He played baseball in undergrad. So, we had that in common.

She asked, “Did you get your form signed?” I said, “We didn’t get done with it due to the diversion of the urethra thing. I go back on Thursday to get the physical and do another therapy session. Don’t worry. I asked if it was covered by insurance, and he assured me it was.” She said, “I’m glad you’re happy. I guess we lucked out with this new insurance plan.”

Fortunately, she dropped it after that. Talking to your mom about your dick is not the most natural dinner conversation. She told me about her day, we finished eating, put the dishes in the sink, and I said I was going to head up to my room. As always, she said, “Luv ya sport.” I returned the gesture and the best thing about my mom is that I knew it wasn’t just a saying. She really meant it. When I would say it back, she always looked at me with that ironic gaze that screamed, “Half your DNA came from your father. So, how exactly are you so sweet?”

I got upstairs and felt like I had run the gauntlet. I got through the longest, strangest doctor’s appointment in my life, vaguely outlined the highlights to my mother over dinner, and my dick was perking up like it still had unresolved business. I decided to take a bath and just sort through the day in my head. As the water drew up to my neck, I shut it off and found myself alone in silence with my thoughts.

I was a bit freaked out. That was by far the most sexual experience of my life, and it occurred with a guy. He was totally professional about it. The part that was bothering me was not Dr. Grant, but my reaction to it, and more specifically to him.