Medical Apparatus

Medical Apparatus

Dr Myers stepped out of his office and looked around the waiting area. It was almost empty, with that abandoned look it got at the end of the day. The other doctors had gone home, the glass panels in their office doors no longer lit from within. The receptionist had left him to his own devices about twenty minutes ago, and her station was dark except for the various power lights on the office equipment.

One last person sat in the waiting area, a trim man of around 30, casually dressed and reading one of the two-month-old magazines from the coffee table. He had a pleasant, boyish face nicely complemented by his wire framed glasses, and a thick crop of dark brown hair. Quite good looking. Dr Myers looked down at the clipboard in his hand.

“Mr…Roper?”

The other man looked up at him, smiled warmly, then seemed to back off a little and altered the smile into something more polite. He nodded and got to his feet, holding out his right hand. They shook.

“I’m Dr Myers, I’ll be treating you this evening. I’m sorry the surgery is a little gloomy, we have very few appointments at this time of the day.”

“Not a problem, I’m glad you could fit me in.”

He opened the door into his office and waved Mr Roper in ahead of him, then followed him through and closed the door behind them. His patient was looking curiously around the L-shaped room, at the desk and chairs, at the examination table just visible around the corner. Dr Myers cleared his throat and gestured to the chairs, and Mr Roper sat.

“So what can I help you with today?”

“I’ve…been having a few problems of…a personal nature. Just lately.”

“Okay Mr Roper, can you give me some specifics?”

“Uh…”

Dr Myers was very aware that men would rather stab themselves in the nuts than admit most ‘personal’ problems to another man, medical doctor or not.
“May I assume that this is a problem of a…sexual nature?”

Mr Roper’s face flamed.

“Y-yeah.”

The stutter was cute, as was the blush.

“How long have you been having this problem, Mr Roper?”

“Ah, about a month? I thought it was probably nothing, but my, ah, my girlfriend insisted I come see you. She’s…pissed off.”

“So, may I assume you’ve had trouble-”

“Yeah.”

“Sustaining an erection?”

“Yeah. Well…yeah.”

“Wait, ‘well’?”

“Well…not just sustaining.”

“So you are having difficulty in achieving an erection?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Please don’t feel embarrassed Mr Roper, it’s true what they say. Every man finds he has problem of this nature at some point in his life. Usually it’s just a phase, or a minor underlying health problem. Tell me all that you can, and I’ll see if I can narrow it down and figure out how to help you.”

The patient pushed his glasses up his nose and gulped, hard.

“Okay, okay. Um… I guess it started about a month ago. I got home from a vacation and went to see her and couldn’t…you know.”

“I get it. Where did you go on vacation?”

“I went camping with the guys, a bunch of my friends. Just up in the hills for a few days, the six of us, roughing it, you know?”

“And you came home and found you had trouble when it came to your girlfriend.”

“I…yes.”

“Any illness or pains of any kind from, say, a week before you went away?”

“No, nothing. I was really healthy.”

“Mr Roper, have you been able to achieve an erection when not with your girlfriend? Say, when masturbating, when watching television, anytime like that?”

“Yes, yeah actually, a couple of times I got a little…stiff. Not all the way though.”

“And this was when you were doing…what?”

“I was watching TV.”

“Watching what? Pornography?”

“No, it was, lemme think…I was watching the sports channel. Football one time, I think it was swimming the other.”

“Women’s swimming?”

“Um…mixed, I think.”

“Hm. Okay. And were you doing anything else? Were you…touching yourself?”

“No, that’s the weird thing! I don’t get it. And my girlfriend is really beautiful, seriously, but I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Do you have any ideas? What can I do?”

“Well, a few ideas come to mind. Let’s give you an examination and I’ll see what we see. Just a check up to make sure there are no health problems. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Mr Roper looked a little deflated, no doubt disappointed that Myers hadn’t been able to simply say ‘here’s the problem, off you go and screw your girlfriend’. Myers had a pretty good idea of the root of the problem though. Now how to tell him…

He led Mr Roper around to the examination table and, despite the rest of the building being empty, he tugged the curtain across, leaving them in a small square cubicle, the table/bed taking up one side, a small cabinet and table and a coat rack filling the corners.

“What, uh, what exactly do you need to…to examine?”

Again with the blush, and the nerves were endearing. He was aware that he was a little larger than Mr Roper, so taking that into account along with the awkward situation, it was unsurprising that the man was feeling nervous now they were stuck together in this small space.

“I’m going to ensure that you have no venereal diseases or any other conditions that could directly affect the matter. Once I’ve ruled those out, we can look towards the cause of your problems.”

“So you don’t think I have a, a disease?”

“I doubt it. No pain or other symptoms, but I’ll check anyway. In most cases, these matters are due to stress, emotion, tiredness…and other factors. We’ll just rule out a few possibilities here.”

“Okay. Do you want me to…”

If you wouldn’t mind, just push your jeans and underwear down. You might want to take off your jacket too. Just to keep it out the way.”

“Okay, yeah.”

Roper took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then, looking rather worried and red in the face, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them and his boxer shorts down to mid thigh. His abdomen was flat and firm, his pubic hair dark and very curly. The organ in question was pretty good looking, by Dr Myers’ experienced opinion, clean and sleek, neither particularly large nor particularly small.

“Okay then, Mr Roper, I’m going to start by checking your penis and testicles. Would you like to sit on the edge of the table?”

Roper nodded, still looking a little shaken, and hopped up onto the edge of the table. He had his thighs pressed tight together, obviously uncomfortable.

“Mr Roper, look, I know this is an unpleasant and embarrassing situation, but I can assure you, as a medical professional, I’m going to make this a quick and painless as I possibly can. There’s no need to feel shy, you aren’t the first patient with this condition that I’ve treated. Really, it’ll go so much easier if you just try and relax.”

The patient nodded, took a deep breath and let it out as a slow sigh. His tense body eased a little. Dr Myers made a slight gesture and Roper nodded and moved his legs a little way apart.

He stood close enough to be able to reach without stretching, but not so close he was towering over the other man. The table was set high enough that he didn’t have to stoop much. To his patient it was at roughly hip height. He crouched a little, and reached out to carefully cup Mr Roper’s testicles.

“Alright Mr Roper, I’m-”

“Terry.”

“Sorry?”

“You’ve literally got me by the balls, it’s a little weird you calling me by my surname.”

Dr Meyers chuckled a little. “Okay then, Terry. I’m going to check your testicles for any abnormalities. It’ll probably feel a little uncomfortable.”

“Kay.”

Cute, the way he said it.

He made the inspection as gently as he could, delicately squeezing and pressing. Mr Roper – Terry, rather, flinched very slightly a couple of times but didn’t seem to be in any pain. His scrotum felt nice, the skin was soft and warm and his testicles were firm. No problems there, and he told his patient as much.

“Okay, so that’s good, right?”

“Always good. Now, I’m going to take a swab from your urethra. This really will feel quite uncomfortable.” He turned and took a swab out of the cabinet. He carefully held Terry’s penis and pressed his thumb on the head to open up the slit of the urethra slightly. “Ready?”

“Yuh,” came the reply through gritted teeth.

The little white bud of the swab slipped in easily. From having this test done on himself, Myers knew the sensation; it was peculiar, a little discomforting, but not necessarily painful. Not necessarily unpleasant either, but he glanced up at Terry’s tense face and wondered if he was capable of being calm enough to enjoy it.

If he were doing something sexual, that was. But he wasn’t. That would be…bad.
Inappropriate.

He drew the swab back out again and could feel the very air around his patient suddenly relax. A quick inspection of the swab showed nothing amiss, no blood or discolouration.

“Have you been tested for-”

“Pretty much everything. I had kind of a scare a few years ago, so I keep up to date.”

“Good. Well, from what I can see there’s nothing out of the ordinary, but I’m going to go ahead and send this for testing. I doubt there’s any problem though, you seem very healthy.”

“Great, okay. So, now what?”

“Now I’d like to check your prostate and take your temperature?”

“Huh? My-”

“Your prostate, yes.”

“That’s…that’s-”

“The one in your anus, yes. You’ve had this test done before?”

“Uh…yeah. Once. I didn’t like it.”

“Well, I feel it’s necessary, but don’t worry, I’ll make it quick. Stand up please.”

Terry looked like he was going to argue, just for a split second, then slid off the exam table. His jeans slid down a couple more inches and he grabbed at them. Myers gestured for him to turn around, and opened the cabinet for a tube of lubricant. Terry flinched at the sound of the cabinet door closing again, and Myers patted him on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Put your hands on the table and lean forwards a little please.”

Terry did as he was told, still radiating unease. His buttocks were firm and nicely curved; he probably did a lot of walking or jogging. Myers carefully pulled a latex glove onto his right hand, squeezed a little lubricant onto his index finger and rubbed it around with his thumb. Terry flinched again when he reached out with his left hand and pressed his buttocks apart. The clean little ring of Terry’s anus opened easily for his gloved fingertip and he pressed inside with care, feeling for that little-

“Ugh!”

“You okay there?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He pressed against the tiny gland gently, feeling out its shape against the dense flesh of the channel wall. Terry’s back was tense, the muscles of his thighs twitching slightly. Myers leaned to one side slightly and saw why; his theory was good. Terry’s penis was swelling, not entirely hard but filling out nicely, still plumping up as he watched.

“Okay there?” he asked again.

“Y-yeah.” Terry’s hands were clenched, white knuckled, into the table cover. Myers slid his finger out.

He looked at the aural thermometer on the table close at hand, then at the shivering body in front of him. This man had a problem, that was for sure, and he wasn’t going to let himself recognise it, unless something shocked him into it. He’d even admitted that the problems had started after a week with the guys, that the only time he’d gotten aroused had been watching male athletes on the TV. If something didn’t bring him around, make him realise what was going on, he’d just go back to his girlfriend and keep trying, struggling to get aroused by an undoubtedly attractive woman to whom he wasn’t attracted.

Myers opened the drawer in the bottom of the cabinet and took out the rectal thermometer.

“I’m going to take your temperature now, no, no, stay right there.” He pressed Terry back down with a hand between his shoulder blades.

“I’m going to take your temperature rectally, as it’s the area closest to the, ah, part in question. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt, the thermometer’s a lot thinner than my finger.”
And about twice as long.

“I thought you guys didn’t use those things anymore,” Terry said weakly.

“We still have them, sometimes they’re worth using.” He picked up the tube of lubricant again and spread a little on the thermometer with his gloved hand.

“Just relax, this will only take a couple of minutes.”

“Minutes?” Terry asked, surprised, and he flinched as the slightly bulbous end of the thermometer nudged its way into him.

“It’s a slightly older style of thermometer; it takes a little time to settle on a temperature. Very accurate though. Don’t worry, just relax.”

The thermometer was about halfway in by that point, and was meeting a little resistance. Terry’s body was as taut as a bow. Myers placed a hand on his lower back and rubbed, carefully, kept pushing the little tube inside, slowly and smoothly.

And then it was in, all the way. Myers felt a little jealous of it.

He patted Terry’s back again, then checked him out discreetly; he was hard, completely.

“Alright there?”

“Yeah…”

“I know it feels a little odd, but just try to think of something-”

“I’ll think of my girlfriend maybe,” Terry said. And that…that made Myers feel just a little irked. Was the man completely resistant to what he was trying to achieve here?

He stepped over to the table to take his glove off, and had a good long look at his patient. The man was obviously deeply aroused; even overlooking his hard, flushed cock and the lusciously shiny drop of fluid at its tip, his face and the bare skin of his hips and thighs were also flushed and slightly sweaty. His hands still gripped the cover of the exam table tightly and they and his bracing arms were trembling.

A man who could deny the clear facts in this state was really thick headed.

And seriously in need of getting laid.

Myers checked his wristwatch; two minutes had passed, time for the thermometer to come out and for Terry to lose his nice little makeshift sex-toy.

“I’m going to bring this out now. Deep breath, please.”

Terry drew a deep, slightly shaky breath, and Myers drew the thermometer out, smoothly and neatly. Another shuddering breath from Terry and…somehow that sealed it; he was going to do something about this situation.

A doctor’s duty to help his patients and all that.

He looked carefully at the thermometer, said nothing to Terry, no gestures, no movement. Terry followed his lead and stayed put.

“I-is it okay?”

“It’s a little on the high side, but that may be due more to…stress.”

Terry flinched as he said it, and reached one hand down towards the waistband of his jeans.

“Just a moment.” Terry froze, his head turned slightly, but Myers was standing too close behind him for him to be able to see.

“There a problem?”

“I think that I have an idea. A way to…remedy your problem.”

“Re-really?”

“There’s a certain piece of…medical apparatus. It might be able to help us come to some kind of solution.” He was terrible, going straight to hell, but it would be so worth it.

“Seriously? Do you have one of these things?”

“Oh yes. Would you allow me to use it on you?”

“Well…yeah! What do we have to do?”

“Kick off your right shoe and pull that leg out of your jeans and underwear please.”

Terry did as he was told, wobbling a little as he toed off his shoe and shook his foot out of the clothing. His sock was black and yellow stripes, like a bee. Myers reached down and carefully gripped Terry’s shin, guided him to lift his leg and settle his bent knee on the padded surface of the exam table. Its height made him go up on his toes on his left foot, which evened out the difference in their heights a little. Good.

“I’m going to use lubricant to prepare you. Just stay nice and relaxed.”

“Kay. W-what should I expect?”

“Just relax, don’t worry.”

He smoothed lubricant onto his fingers again, bare fingers this time. Pressed his index finger back into the snug heat of Terry’s anus. It opened nicely for him, and he pressed the tip of his middle finger against the muscle, rubbing gently until it squeezed its way in too. Terry made a small noise, but it didn’t sound distressed.

“Okay there?”

“Y-yeah.”

Myers had no idea how long he’d been hard for, but it was starting to hurt him.

He spread his fingers apart a little, feeling the lubricant warm and spread. His ring finger slid in with only the slightest pressure and Terry made a little sound in the back of his throat.

“This ah!...This is going to help me?”

“I’m sure it’ll go a long way to solving a lot of your problems, yes.”

“Uh…”

He panted quietly for a moment, but his body was still relaxed. With his left hand, Myers flipped open the button of his fly and tugged down the zip, pushed the tails of his shirt out of the way. He kept moving his fingers inside Terry’s anus, stretching and soothing, while he picked up the lubricant once again and squeezed a little line of it right onto the skin of his cock.

Pulled his fingers free and smoothed the lube out.

Lined up.

“You’ll feel a stretching sensation, maybe a little discomfort, but don’t worry, it’ll pass.”

“Kay.”

He pressed the head of his cock to the stretched, shiny hole, and pushed, and watched, rapt, as his flesh was swallowed up.

Oh it was bliss.

Tight and slippery and so, so warm. Maybe he should have checked more carefully for fever, or maybe the man was just that hot.

He pushed deeper, deeper, little by little, feeding himself in to Terry’s body until he hit bottom; it would take work to get in further. Best check the patient.

“How are you doing there Terry?”

“Uuh?”

“Terry?”

“Y-you’re fucking me.”

“Yes.”

“Sh-should you? Should you b-be doing that?”

“Probably not. You want me to stop?”

“No! S’good.”

“Yeah, it is.”

He withdrew a little, then pressed back inside, putting just enough force behind it to penetrate deeper, then again, deeper still. Terry made a weak little mewing noise, but didn’t move. With his hands on the man’s hips, Myers could feel how tense he still was, and slid his right hand to the small of his back, rubbing gently as he had before.

He drew out and pressed back in again, and this time went deep, Terry’s body opening up sweetly for him. He couldn’t suppress a groan, and bent forward over Terry’s back, pumping smoothly and rhythmically, feeling it all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Terry was with him now, moving with him, moaning with him, curled up underneath him and completely his. He slipped his hand under Terry’s right shin and held on, using his grip to rock him on the edge of the table, to move him, get in deeper.

“Oh God!”

“Y’okay?”

“Oh yeah…yeah”

Myers reached around and curled his hand around Terry’s cock, rubbing his fingers through the thick fluid drooling from the urethra.

“Seems your problem is solved,” he commented hoarsely.

“Just…ah!”

“Just what?”

“Just…keep-”

“Got it,” Myers replied, and he didn’t stop. He made his hand into a nice, tight tunnel for Terry’s cock and worked his hips harder, fucking him forwards into it. Terry yelled, shuddered underneath him and came so hard that Myers could feel it everywhere they touched. He gasped as Terry’s body squeezed him, thrust in once more, as deep as he could get, and felt his mind rush apart as his orgasm took him.

It took him a few seconds, maybe a little more than usual, to come back to himself. Terry was panting and shivering under him, his penis softening in Myers’ hand. Terry’s glasses had slid off his face sometime during, and now lay on the table cover. He pulled out carefully, and let go, placing his hands on his patient’s shoulders.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, ah…yeah. That really …worked.”

“I guess you know where the problem was now?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“How am I going to tell my girlfriend she has to buy a strap on?”

It wasn’t annoying now, not with that tone of pissed off humour in Terry’s voice. He watched as he picked up the glasses, wiped them roughly on his sleeve and put them back on.

“You live with her?”

“Nope. Just as well.”

“You want to come home with me?”

Terry paused in his attempts to get his knee off the bed without making his ass hurt.
“Seriously?”

“Yes.” He zipped up and brushed his clothes back into shape. “If you’re willing, I’d like to spend the night with you.”

“…okay. Yeah, okay.”

“Great. Let me get my office squared away and I’ll be right with you.”

“Kay.” And Terry, his patient, pulled his clothes back together, accepted his shoe as Myers handed it to him, and walked stiffly out into the waiting room.

Dr Myers tidied up the exam area. He took the cover off the table and put a fresh one on. He sprayed a little air freshener around to cover up the scent of semen. He went to his desk and switched off the PC, switched off the lights, and went out in the waiting room to meet-

“Babe.”

“Nate, you jerk!” Terry said, grinning brightly at him. “You said ‘meet me from work’, you never said anything about playing!”

“I know, I know, but I came out here and you looked so…”

“What?”

Sigh. “Fuckable.”

Terry barked out a laugh and gave him a quick kiss. “Come on, let’s go home. I’m hungry. And sore, you know? You went a little crazy at the end there.”

“Sorry,” Nate replied, and kissed his boyfriend’s temple. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, sure. Just tell me one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“You use that medical apparatus of yours on any of your other ‘patients’?”

“No babe, you’re a special case.”





Notes : This was a little idea that my brain farted out, and was probably the quickest to write out of any story I’ve ever done (which is why it’s a little clumsy). And yes, I know it isn’t terribly original and that there is probably a porn film out there very similar to it, but what the hell, a little more of this in the world can’t hurt anyone, can it.
I was originally going to make the ending so that they really had only just met, but I’m a bit of a sucker for romance and so decided to make them a couple, rather than a one night stand. Ah, romance *sigh*