When I look back I find this quite sexually exciting.
1978, I was 8 and feeling poorly. Sore throat and stuff. I was kept off school.
Parents worked, so I was left alone at home. Mum said the Doctor would be coming round to check on me.

The door was knocked mid morning. So I answered. A man stood there.
"Are you Dean?, I'm Doctor Thornly"
"I'm Dean" I answered
"Your parents sent me to to make sure you get better"
"Oh yes, please come in"

We went to my bedroom. He tested my temp and blood pressure, etc....
He put a stick in my mouth and using a torch said I had a sore throat.

He looked at me for a few minutes then said "Do you believe in Magic"?
I said "Yes, I get money from the tooth fairy when I lose a tooth"

He said he had a Magical Medicine. A medicine that he only gives to special boys. But if I tell anyone, the Magic wouldn't work.. I had to swallow as much of the medicine as I could to get really better.
I really wanted my sore throat to get better so I agreed.

I had to take my pyjamas off and kneel in front of him for the magic to work properly.
He stood before me and he got his willy out. It sprung out from his trousers pointing upwards. He told me to stroke it cause he needed my help to make the medicine. I took it in my hand, it was huge...

I stroked it. He asked me if I really wanted the magic medicine?
I really wanted to be better. Yes, please Doctor I said.

He told me to open my mouth wide so I did. He put his willy in my mouth..
It felt strange , but it was going to make me better.
He put his hands on my head and moved frantically. Forwards, backwards and going faster.....

He shouted "Swallow my Medicine" I felt hot liquid in my throat, trying to swallow it all"
He pulled out, his Magic Medicine dripping from my lips...

Medicine tastes funny...