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Bedside Manner
By every_horizon     

Scott blinked back the sharp glow of the fluorescent lights and looked 
slowly down his prostrate body, covered only in a blue hospital gown.

He didn't fully remember what had put him in the emergency room, but 
surely it had to do with the dull ache in his chest and the snowstorm 
that had dumped the mountain of snow in his driveway. Next year, he 
thought, I'll pay for a damn service.

Scott must have been in an almost secluded corner of the ER, considering 
the muted sounds of shuffling feet and humming machines, the soft voices 
of hospital staff tending to this patient and that.

All he knew was the stretcher was bloody cold beneath his bare ass, the 
typically inadequate gown certainly not fully closed beneath him. He was 
studying the hospital bracelet on his wrist when she stepped through the 
curtain and pulled it completely around them.

"A little young to be in here, aren't you, Mr. Cole?" she asked lightly. 
"I'm Dr. Collins. And may I call you Scott?²

Scott nodded. She was Dr. Sharon Collins, according to the brass ID 
plate she wore above her left breast, and her tanned skin, as much as 
was exposed, was a beautiful contrast to her white cloak.

"Tell me about it," he replied weakly. "One minute I'm up to my knees in 
snow, the next I'm dizzy as hell and I've got paramedics hauling me 
here."

"Our business always picks up this time of the year," Sharon said. "But 
I'm happy to report you won't be with us too long. You seem to check out 
pretty nicely."

"I'm glad to hear it. So what gives?"

"Overexertion, it seems. Your EKG is fine. All vital signs are fine. The 
dizziness was your heart's way of telling you to slow down, and you've 
got a good neighbor to call 9-1-1 when he saw you in distress.

"Not everyone's so lucky. We get a lot of cardiac arrest coming through 
here with snow on their boots. But I'm going to give you a quick 
look-see before I send you on your way and give your space to someone 
who really needs it."

The doctor's sense of humor allayed any of Scott's lingering fears, a 
bedside manner that inspired confidence, and now a little more. Her 
slender fingers bore no rings, and her eyes nearly burned through Scott 
to the stretcher. Funny how he was feeling lightheaded again.

Sharon took Scott's wrist and studied her watch, recording a strong 
pulse.

"Seventy-two. Not bad for someone who's lying in a hospital."

She pumped the blood-pressure sleeve full and listened to the hiss as it 
slowly deflated.

"One-twelve over sixty-eight. No problem there. Now, open wide."

Sharon slipped the thermometer beneath Scott's tongue with one hand and 
moved her stethoscope into place with the other.

"Normal," she said, withdrawing the instrument, her eyes still firmly 
locked with Scott's. "A listen to your heart, a half-hour's rest and I 
think you'll be on your way."

"Sorry to waste your time," Scott replied, his cheeks flushing as he 
recognized a distinct, unmistakable stirring beneath his gown.

"That's why I'm paid minimum wage," Sharon joked, slipping the 
stethoscope beneath the gown at the side opening. "Now... inhale deeply, 
and exhale."

The doctor pressed the stainless steel, considerately warmed, to Scott's 
left pectoral and paused, listening to the hammering organ that was 
racing again. She moved to the right, then to beneath the ribs and back 
across to the left.

Scott felt embarrassment and arousal in equal portions, and he prayed 
that Sharon was unaware he was swelling by the second. Probably no 
chance of that, given the hopelessly inadequate coverage of a hospital 
gown.

"Nice to see your blood flow hasn't been restricted," she said, nodding 
below his waist to eliminate all doubt, her stethoscope creeping lower 
still. "Deep breath... in and out."

Deep breath? Scott could barely get the oxygen past his lips, and he 
shuddered when he felt the steel instrument dip lower into his brush of 
hair and almost imperceptibly graze his cock, which now was laying 
engorged and impatient on his belly, pointing due north.

And with that Sharon withdrew the stethoscope and slipped her hands 
beneath the gown on each side, pressing gently into Scott's abdomen.

"Does that hurt?" she asked, her voice not betraying her own arousal.

"No," Scott sighed. "It's fine."

"How about this?" she asked, her hands lower, thumbs pressing into the 
crease where Scott's legs met his hips.

"No..." he said, wriggling on the stretcher, practically begging for 
more.

The cool ER air washed over him in a rush when the doctor lifted Scott's 
gown up from his thighs to his navel, exposing him fully to the doctor's 
view. What she saw was thick and full, blood rushing to nourish his 
swollen, pulpy head.

"You ARE a healthy specimen," she said, smiling, looking up to the 
wide-eyed wonder she saw in her patient.

It occurred to Scott that nothing being said could be misconstrued 
beyond the privacy of this curtained room, the sound of nurses coming 
and going mere feet away.

"Let's check your reflexes."

Sharon's warm hand reached to Scott's cock and lifted it from his 
stomach, encircling its humid thickness.

Scott was wondering how they'd get his fingernails out of the ER ceiling.

"Good. Excellent response. Now, any pain when I do this?"

She took one agonizingly long stroke of Scott's full erection.

"No," he managed in reply. "It feels... fine."

The doctor's palm slipped between Scott's thighs and took a handful of 
his balls, heavy in fullness.

"No discomfort?"

"No." It was all Scott could do to utter a single coherent syllable.

"Even when I squeeze, like this?"

Scott swallowed a gasp.

"No."

"Good... good."

By now Sharon's hand was moving skilfully up and down Scott's fully 
distended shaft, a generous pearl of fluid milked from the tip, 
providing a better lubricant than anything she would find on a hospital 
shelf.

"Slow breaths," she said. "Relax."

Scott's head was slumped back onto the pillow. He was lost in the 
sensation when it all changed dramatically, a warm hand replaced by a 
wet heat.

He tucked his chin to his chest and saw Sharon in glorious profile, her 
cheek bulging as she slowly devoured Scott's cock, pushing down to 
nearly digest the entire length.

She pulled back, flashing her tongue over the tip.

"You're doing great," she said, pausing briefly in her feast. 
"Concentrate on your breathing, Scott. Deep breaths. In and out."

Sharon returned to her oral massage, inhaling and exhaling Scott's 
throbbing cock with fantastic suction, lifting free for just an instant.

She passed her patient a roll of sterile gauze, which Scott promptly 
clamped between his teeth.

"That's it... in and out. In and out."

The words were ringing in Scott's ears when he felt a bolt of lightning 
energize him from his hair follicles to his toenails. Sharon felt it 
too, and her hand reached to Scott's balls, which were pulled tight to 
his groin in warning of what was to happen next.

The first creamy spurt pulsed from him to the depths of Sharon's throat, 
as did the second, the third and a weakening fourth. She was relentless, 
sucking with glorious force, her mouth pulling back just to the ridge of 
Scott's sharply cut cockhead before it plunged down once more.

She brought him back to earth slowly, still savoring the thick, salty 
fluid, licking him clean with expert care.

"Excellent, Scott," she said finally, her tongue savoring what clung to 
her lower lip. "I'd say that everything's in perfect working order."

Scott returned only a weak smile. He was drained, but his heart never 
felt better.

"Thanks, doctor," he managed. "Thanks for the good news."

"My pleasure. Just take it easy the rest of the day, OK? Nothing... 
hard."

She patted Scott's thigh and pulled the blue gown back in place, 
straightening herself at stretcher-side as she smoothed her white cloak 
and adjusted her stethoscope around her neck.

"The nurse will give you my number. Make an appointment to see me at my 
office in a week if you like. Now, rest for a bit.

"I'd say you're ready for discharge."

Even Sharon was surprised by her choice of words.

"But I guess I should have said that a while ago," she said through a 
broad smile, and she disappeared through the curtain.

-- 
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