STD Clinic Hard-on

It was time to hit the STD clinic again...we are in the midst of a 'syphilis epidemic,' the healthcare workers tell me...if you read this blog, you know that I know personally of what I speak. I vow never to let that happen again: my syph had been around for a 'long time,' and the clinics attach a numerical value to your dose, and mine was high. But actually, after a while you cease to be infectious...I guess the syphilis goes into a 'dormant' stage, or a laid-back stage. Enough of this banter, get tested, guys! There was the usual, ordinary, off the street collection of people at the clinic, except for one guy who caught my attention. He came in later and was hustled into an office right away where they drew blood. I was seated right across the hallway, also getting my blood drawn...which is how they test for syph, for you guys who haven't been tested (if you read and enjoy this blog, you're living in dangerous territory, get tested)...the clap is tested through a urinalysis, a swab of the throat and a swab up the ass. Back to this hot man: late 40's or early 50's,white,buzz cut,slender,masculine face,wearing a white long-sleeved button down and dark business trousers, dress shoes. It looked like he'd left his jacket and tie in the car. Dad looked at me briefly, square on, eye to eye contact. But he's there for a reason: Daddy's fucking up a storm...thinking about the possibilities got me hard right there in the clinic while the technician was filling the tube with my hot charged blood. I left first, and considered loitering on the street, waiting for business dad to emerge and if not to follow him, just to see what kind of car he drove, and maybe he would pay me some attention. But then I saw a metermaid turn on to the street, doing her duty...I had to run to my car to avoid a parking ticket, they're up to about $50 now, that buys lot of porn.