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Ray hated the doctor. It always made him so nervous, even though it wasn’t like he had ever done anything wrong. First of all, he just felt like his doctors had X-ray vision into his mind and could tell that he’d been slacking on exercise and eating healthy. He knew that it was crazy, knew that the doctors weren’t judging him, but still. Then, there was the other… thing. The one that he refused to address outside of furious jerk-off sessions under his covers late at night when his family couldn’t hear him.
But that hadn’t been an issue for him yet.
Up until now, he’d always had the same family practice doctor. He was a stern old man who would lecture Ray on healthy living habits, as if Ray didn’t already know that he should be doing those things. It was hard to do them, though, when you were touring across the country in some shitty van with a bunch of other unhealthy twenty-somethings.
Today was different. When he’d called to schedule an appointment a few weeks ago, they had told him that his old doctor had retired. He was surprised, thinking that he should’ve gotten something in the mail to tell him that, but they assured him that there were still plenty of other availabilities at the same clinic.
One of those availabilities was with a nurse practitioner, instead of a doctor. He’d never tried one before, but the scheduling assistant told him that it would be very similar. Just the name alone sounded a lot less scary than the doctor. So, he’d booked an appointment.
He had been checked in already, led back to the exam room, and was sitting on the hard plastic chair waiting for the nurse. He shifted anxiously in his seat, reminding himself that he was okay and that whoever this nurse was, they wouldn’t judge him as much as his old doctor.
Ray was in the middle of some deep breathing when someone knocked, and then the door opened, startling him. The nurse practitioner entered the room, and all thoughts of breathing in general left his body completely.
She was at least two decades older than him, probably as old as his mom, and she was wearing an old-fashioned nurses’ uniform, like something he would’ve seen in a history book with the nurse attending to fallen soldiers in a canvas tent.
She had short, graying hair that fell just above her shoulders and was clipped back with the same barrettes that held on to her little white hat. She even had thick, white stockings on underneath the uniform dress. Ray knew because he had been staring long enough.
She looked like something out of a World War I photo rather than a real-life human being. Ray was transfixed by the little curls at the bottom of her bobbed hair and her big, doll-like eyes.
This was so much worse than his regular doctor. At least, seventy-year-old Dr. Tanner wasn’t a super hot lady. Now, Ray was nervous for completely different reasons.
The nurse didn’t notice how flustered he was, smiling as she greeted him. “Hello, I’m Nurse Way. Nice to meet you, Mr…” she trailed off as she double-checked his chart and took a seat on the rolling stool across from him, “Toro. Let me just pull up your chart here.”
“Okay,” Ray managed. He swallowed, but his throat felt so dry.
She logged into the computer on the counter, her fingers typing loudly on the keyboard and distracting Ray’s attention. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about those fingers touching him.
God, he was such a perv. The real reason why he hated going to the doctor so much, and he would never admit this to anyone out loud ever, was that it kind of turned him on.
Ray had discovered medical fetish porn around twelve or thirteen on the family computer late, after all of his brothers were already asleep. It had to load in pixel by pixel, but it was a man pretending to be a doctor examining a woman and eventually fucking her. Ray knew in that moment he really wanted to be that woman. The gloves, the equipment, someone touching and examining him in a cold, clinical way- it was all overwhelmingly hot to him.
He wasn’t sure why his brain had made the error and crossed his wires somewhere inside of him, but the nurse and doctor thing really did it for him.
It was also why he’d stuck with his previous doctor as long as he had. Dr. Tanner was very good at his job, but there was no way that old man was turning him on no matter how much his hands were on Ray. Now, Nurse Way, on the other hand… That was a different story.
He took a shaking breath and forced himself not to get too far into his head. He didn’t want to make this any more uncomfortable than it had to be.
Nurse Way was muttering to herself as she scrolled through his documents, and she didn’t look up at him as she asked, “So what brings you in today?”
“Uh, just an annual physical is all. My mom’s been on me about coming in,” he admitted.
“Right, I see you haven’t been in to see Dr. Tanner for two years now,” she looked up at him, and those big doe eyes of hers met his. “You know, annual physicals are necessary. They help us catch things before they become larger problems. Do you understand?”
Ray nodded, and he felt sweat start to trickle down his back, pooling at the waistband of his jeans.
“Good,” the nurse smiled at him, and Ray could see the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. He knew that he was blushing, and he ducked his head so that it was a little less obvious.
“Well, let’s start with the standard questions. Let’s see here,” she scrolled for a minute on the computer and then made a frustrated noise. “Ugh, these stupid things. I miss when I could do this all on paper.”
Ray laughed a little. He knew that it shouldn’t be hot for her to acknowledge their very obvious age gap, but it was.
Nurse Way laughed along with him. “You’re probably young enough that you don’t even remember life without ‘em. Only twenty-four. You’re practically just a baby.”
It was a condescending remark, but that seemed to only turn Ray on more. He wanted this woman to talk down to him. He liked that she was older, more authoritative. She’d only been in the room a total of two minutes, and he was already nearly drooling.
“Okay, got it. Alright, then. No current health concerns?” She paused, and Ray shook his head. “That’s good. What do you do for work?”
“I’m a musician. Guitar player. Just got done touring with my band. But I work at a record store when I’m not with them.”
The nurse’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s lovely. What kind of music do you play? Anything I would know?”
“Uh, rock, mostly. Probably not. We’re not that big outside of the Jersey scene. We’re working on getting signed so we can start recording our first album.”
Her smile turned wistful. “I remember those days. I was in a band at your age. Always fun.”
Ray nodded, finding his throat dry again at the thought of what Nurse Way might have looked like at his age. He’d bet anything that she must have been just as attractive as she was now.
“Anyway,” she grinned and looked back at the computer. “Any tobacco use?”
“I only smoke if I get really drunk,” Ray admitted. Something about when he got shitfaced made him more susceptible to Frank getting him to smoke a cigarette together.
“How often would that be? The next question is about alcohol use, so you can answer that too.” Her face was nonjudgmental, but Ray still felt nervous about being honest with the woman.
“Only drink on weekends, and I only get drunk enough to smoke probably like once a month. Just one cigarette, though.”
“How many drinks would you say you consume? Just an estimation.”
“Uh,” Ray thought for a second. “Seven?” It was hard to calculate in his head or do any higher-order thinking when he noticed that Nurse Way’s uniform hem had crept up. He could see the top of her stockings and the tiniest strip of milky white thigh that was punctuated with dark moles.
She didn’t say anything in reply to that, just typed his response into the computer. “Alright, what about drug use?”
“No,” Ray answered. Frank was much less talented at convincing Ray to smoke weed with him. He just hated the smell too much. He was partial to edibles, but they were too expensive on their limited touring budget. And Ray was too anxiety-ridden about trying any of the harder drugs that they passed around backstage and in the van.
“Okay,” the nurse said simply. “What about eating fruits and vegetables?”
Ray shook his head sheepishly. “Not really a lot of opportunities for that on the road. I try to eat better when I’m home, though.”
She nodded as she typed away. “Exercise?”
Again, he shook his head. “I know I need to be better about that,” he mumbled.
“Speak up,” the nurse ordered. Ray sat up and repeated himself a little louder this time. She clicked her tongue at him. “You need to make sure that, touring or not, you’re taking care of your body. You might be able to get away with it now in your twenties, but trust me, it catches up to you eventually. Is that something that you can work on?”
Ray just nodded in response. Logically, he knew that he should be doing so much more, and that he’d feel less like shit on tour if he just ate right and moved his body, but it was hard. When he wasn’t playing shows, he was crammed into that tiny van. Not really a lot of space to move, and gas stations didn’t offer the healthiest options.
“No,” the nurse said, her voice sharpening and taking on a stern lecturing tone. “I need a verbal response.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ray replied automatically. Then, felt himself flush at how much that turned him on to say.
“Great,” Nurse Way said, smiling again with those tiny little teeth. Then, she hit him with the question that he had been worried about. “Are you sexually active?”
If it were possible, Ray’s face started to heat up even further. “Not recently.”
“How recently?” Nurse Way asked, her eyes thankfully on the computer instead of him.
“Not for at least a year,” he said, ducking his head further.
He had been so busy with the band and work. It wasn’t like the opportunity hadn’t presented itself to him. There were plenty of women who tried to mob him and the rest of the band after shows. He just wasn’t interested in them. He was into older women, women like Nurse Way.
“Do you typically use condoms when having sex?”
“Yes,” he replied easily.
“And I see you had a clean STI panel a year ago, too. Perfect. Did you want another one today?”
“No, I haven’t had sex since then so…” His voice trailed off.
There was the sound of more typing, and then the Nurse asked, “Do you live alone or with your parents?” A much safer question, finally.
“My parents. Still trying to save up enough to move out.” He felt like he had to justify himself to her. He probably sounded like such a child.
“And on any current medication?”
He shook his head. “No.”
Nurse Way pushed the keyboard away and looked back at Ray, smiling. “Then, let’s get some vitals. Can you put your right arm up here on the counter?” She patted the open space next to her.
Her hands were cold but soft as she fitted the blood pressure cuff on the wall onto his arm. Then, she took out a stethoscope from one of the pockets on her dress and held it there, listening.
Ray was hyperaware of his own breathing as he waited for her to be done. He could smell her floral perfume now that he was close enough to her, and it was only proving to make him even more flustered.
When the pressure in the cuff was released, she pulled away from him and began to pack everything back up. “117 over 75. Not bad. Your heart rate was definitely a little fast, though.” She flashed a smile at him. “I hope it’s not because you’re nervous.”
Ray’s mouth went dry. Did she know? Could she tell? He thought he was hiding his arousal pretty well, but maybe she felt the sweat gathering on his skin and put the pieces together.
The nurse just chuckled a little to herself. “I like to think that I keep a pretty welcoming bedside manner, but sometimes going to the doctor can be so terrifying.” Ray let out a sigh of relief and managed to crack a little smile. “And to be honest with you, even as a nurse for so long, needles still make me nervous. I’m fine with them being used on other people, but when it comes to my own body, then I’m going to try to bolt.”
Ray laughed a and let his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he’d been sitting up so straight since she scolded him about his diet and exercise earlier.
“Yeah, it’s definitely not my favorite place,” he admitted, “But you’re doing a good job.”
Nurse Way’s smile grew wider. “Thank you for saying that.” She got up and made her way to the other side of the room, where there was a counter and drawers underneath. From one of the drawers, she pulled out a thin cotton gown. She held it out to Ray. “I’ll step out for a moment, so you can undress. Put this on with the opening in the back, and then you can hop up on the exam table. You can leave your underwear on for now.”
Wait. Shit. He forgot about the part where she would actually be touching him, watching him while he was undressed. It was going to take everything in him not to pop a boner while he sat on that exam table.
Nurse Way didn’t deserve this. He felt like such a freak being so turned on by this kind woman who was just trying to do her job. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable just because of his weird fetish.
“Um. Alright,” Ray said, watching her closely as she closed the door behind her.
Ray undressed as quickly as possible, folding his clothes neatly as he could and tucking his sneakers under the chair he’d been sitting in. Once he got out of his jeans, though, he began to realize the mistake he’d made this morning.
Without thinking, he’d put on his pair of Charizard boxers that his mother had bought him last Christmas. He was going to look so childish in front of Nurse Way. It was bad enough that he lived with his parents, hadn’t had sex in a year, but now he had to be wearing Pokémon merch on top of it all. Jesus Christ.
He did his best to put on the gown, tucking the extra material underneath him when he sat down in an attempt to hide his underwear. He felt even his neck heating up as he took a seat.
There was a knock at the door that made him jump, and then Nurse Way’s voice calling, “Alright in there?”
He swallowed hard. “Yep.”
She smiled at him as she stepped back in, shutting the door behind her. “Going to start with a heart and lung listen first.” She pulled out a stethoscope from her pocket and warned Ray as she approached, “Sorry, it’s cold.”
He was grateful for the warning because he nearly flinched away from it when it made contact with the flushed bare skin of his chest. The nurse looked like she was almost smirking at his reaction for a moment before her face schooled into something more professional.
“Going to need you to take a deep breath in.” Ray followed her instruction easily, taking note that Nurse Way smelled even more strongly of that floral perfume up close. “Now out,” she said.
She moved it to the other side of the chest and said, “Again. In.” He breathed in, and this time he could tell that underneath the perfume she smelled like antiseptic. “Out.” He watched her face this time as her mouth formed the words and saw how she spoke out the side of her mouth, almost like she chewed on her words before she said them.
Nurse Way repeated the same process across his back, pulling back the gown. Ray was glad that he’d made an effort to tuck the material under him, so that she at least couldn’t see his embarrassing underwear.
When she finally pulled the stethoscope away from his skin, she ordered him again to “Sit up straight.” He followed it immediately, squaring his shoulders up to sit as straight as possible. Ray swore that he could see that smirk again before it disappeared just as quickly. “Good, good,” she muttered to herself as she washed her hands at the counter and donned purple exam gloves off the wall.
“The next part is the ears and eyes,” she narrated for Ray’s benefit. She pulled one of the black machines off the wall and held it up to Ray’s left ear. “Just a quick look.”
Ray could feel his pulse pound in every extremity in his body. The gloves were quite the turn on for him. Not to mention her praising him even if it was just in passing. He knew he was probably squirming too much, but he couldn’t help himself. It was either fidget a little or fake having to pee so that he could jerk off in peace in the bathroom.
“Stop moving,” the nurse ordered, her gloved hand steadying itself on Ray’s thigh.
Fuck. That was only making it worse. He had to bite his lip to keep from whining at the feeling.
“Everything looks good in that ear. Let me check the other. You going to be okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face. Her big eyes looked more bugged than usual. Ray nodded, so she smiled. “You’re doing a good job. I’ll try to be quick here.”
She moved over to his right ear, her hand still pressing against his thigh. His gown had hiked up so it was against his bare skin. He felt like he was on fire.
Just as quickly, the hand was replaced with the cold of the exam room. “Now, your eyes.” She said, grabbing the next mechanism off the wall and replacing the other one.
“Mind if I steady you again? You’re moving a lot.” Ray shook his head, and Nurse Way flipped the switch on the side of it. Then, both of her gloved hands were on both of his bare thighs. He couldn’t stop staring at the purple nitrile against the tan of his legs.
“Hey, eyes up here,” the nurse chuckled. Ray knew that he was so red that he was probably flushing a shade of purple at this point on his cheeks.
“Sorry, Nurse,” he said, struggling to keep his head high enough to make eye contact with her.
“I don’t usually have to say that to boys your age,” she said, winking at him.
He did his best to look straight ahead and not react to that, so that she could examine his eyes with that light thing, but fuck, that was so difficult when he wanted to just melt into a little horny puddle under her hands.
The pornos he’d watched always started like this. It was under the guise of a routine check-up, and then the guy pulled out his huge dick and plowed the tiny woman underneath him while she cried surprised tears. He just wished he wasn’t such a perv that he was getting a little bit hard just thinking about Nurse Way plowing the shit out of him.
He pressed his thighs together even harder to try to hide his growing erection. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his thighs flexing beneath her hands.
“Your eyes look good. Pupils a little dilated, but other than that,” Nurse Way remarked as she put the device back on the wall, huffing just the slightest of laughs. Ray wanted to apologize, but she was already moving on to the next part.
She pulled out a tongue depressor from one of the dispensers on the wall. “Stick out your tongue for me and say ah.”
Ray did as he was told, holding his mouth open as wide as he could. The depressor pressed against his tongue and then his cheeks as Nurse Way pulled a pen light out of her pocket, peering into the corners of Ray’s mouth.
“Everything looks normal, just going to keep pressing back here for a moment.” She continued probing inside his mouth, all the way back there until he was gagging and she had to pull away.
He was embarrassed at his reaction at first, considering he was usually able to deep throat without issues. Then, he was ashamed that he’d even consider something so sexual right now during such an innocuous medical procedure. Though, that seemed to be the theme here of his visit today.
The nurse just smiled at him. “All good. Now, if you don’t mind, I just have to do a neck exam here to feel your thyroid. I’ll just use the pads of my fingers to feel here,” she narrated as her fingers lightly pressed against the underside of his throat.
She could probably feel as he swallowed, slightly gasping for air. Then, she worked her way down his neck to his collarbones, still just pushing and prodding, until she had declared it, “Perfect. Everything felt great.”
He stared into her eyes for a moment as they awkwardly made eye contact. “Now I’m going to need you to lay back for me, please.”
Ray did as he was told, reclining onto the exam table. Unfortunately, it was becoming a little more obvious about the growing tent between his legs, but he just hoped the nurse wouldn’t mention it.
“Abdominal exam next,” Nurse Way described, taking a half-step back from the table. “So I need you to take your arms out of the gown for a moment and pull it down all the way to your underwear.”
Ray did as she asked. He hoped that the bunching of his gown would hide the semi he was rocking. He was so focused on this that he didn’t even realize that he’d exposed the band of his Pokémon underwear.
“Charizard, huh?” Nurse Way asked. Ray didn’t even notice that her eyes had been on him the whole time, and her hand was on his leg, holding him down.
He felt his whole body heat up in response. “Uh, it’s my favorite Pokémon,” he said, at least a semi-coherent reply to her question.
Ray was waiting for a response along the lines of ‘Oh my son/nephew/other young boy in my life that I know really likes Pokémon’ as this was the standard for most middle-aged people who found out that he was still into something so childish. But he should’ve known from her quick identification of Charizard that she would be different.
Nurse Way smiled at him, her hands moving to his now bare chest, pressing against the muscles there. “I remember when the anime premiered in the US. I watched it with my little brother. I think I enjoyed it more than he did, but we both played all the games when they came out for the Game Boy.”
He nodded along with her explanation politely, but he could barely hear her over the roaring in his ears that had been present since she accidentally brushed against his nipple.
He wanted to listen to her, he really did, considering that this was practically his dream woman in his dream scenario, even down to the Pokemon knowledge. But the whole exam was just too damn distracting.
“...But I think I’m really more of a Bulbasaur woman, myself.”
“Uh, yeah,” Ray replied, and hoped that made sense in the context of the conversation. He was busy thinking about how she was old enough to remember when Pokémon premiered.
The nurse was still grinning down at him as she pressed down on his lower stomach. “Let me know if anything hurts, by the way.”
He nodded again, and she just kept chattering away about the anime and how it differed from the Japanese version and the manga. All of his mental energy was busy being spent trying to will down his erection that had twitched after Nurse Way’s hands had gotten so low on his stomach.
Suddenly, the nurse’s hands pulled away, and her easy conversation stopped. “Okay, the next part is going to be a little more involved. Have you had a prostate exam before?”
Once again, Ray’s dick twitched at her words underneath the pile of his exam gown. He just prayed that it didn’t leave a wet mark on it when he went to take it off.
He shook his head quickly.
“But you’ve had a testicle exam, right? The one where you turn and cough.”
He nodded. “Yes, yeah, with my old doctor.”
“Well, we’ll need to do a prostate exam because you’re just now at the age where you’d start to need one.” Nurse Way’s voice had lost its chatty edge, and now she sounded cold, clinical, like she was reciting from a script. “We’re looking for any abnormalities, and keeping note of any to watch for prostate cancer. Do you understand?”
Ray knew all of this. He’d heard the men in his life speak about it before. One of his distant cousins had prostate cancer, and that was part of the reason why his mom had wanted Ray to go in. She was worried about him, and knew that he was just about the right age to start the exams.
He knew that it had to be done, but at the same time, he didn’t trust his traitorous dick to make it through the whole experience.
The nurse must have taken his silence as hesitancy because she offered, “I could call in a chaperone if you’d prefer. Some people want one considering it’s so intimate.”
“No,” Ray blurted out. “I’m okay,” he said, as if he was convincing even himself that it was going to be alright. “Just you is okay.”
Nurse Way grinned at him. “Good job speaking up,” she said, as if he were a dog that had done a cool trick.
His dick gave another twitch at that. God, maybe praise really was his thing.
“Okay, what I need you to do is climb down so you’re standing in front of the end of the exam table, remove your underwear, and then turn around with the opening in your gown exposing your backside. I’ll pull the curtain to give you some privacy.” The nurse strode across the room to pull the curtain, encircling it around him, so that she was on the other side of it. He could hear her typing at the desk just beyond it.
He did what she asked as quickly as possible, placing his underwear on top of the crinkly exam paper with nowhere else to put it. He at least folded it in an attempt to make it look a little more adult.
On the other hand, there was nothing to do about the fact that he was hard, except to pray that he didn’t start leaking as soon as she got her hands on him.
Distantly, he could hear her washing her hands again and donning new gloves, as he got into the position, leaning over the table. “Ready?” she called out.
Ray nodded before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he called, but his voice cracked embarrassingly on the word.
He heard the curtain pull back and the snap of her gloves as she put them on. He heard a tray table roll over too, along with the sound of the nurse’s shoes squeaking on the linoleum.
“Okay, first just my light here, while I check for anything out of place. Apologies if my hand is cold,” she said softly, and then there was the feeling of her hands pulling apart his ass cheeks. He swore that it was so cold in the room that he could feel the heat of her small flashlight as it illuminated his skin. He knew his hole was fluttering under her gaze, but he couldn’t help it.
“Everything looks good. No trouble with bowel movements?” she asked.
Ray let out a shaky breath as he shook his head.
“Words,” she reminded him, clicking her tongue.
“No, ma’am.” He couldn’t even recognize his voice with how strained he was. He was doing his best to angle his hips away from the table, but he knew that if his dick brushed up against it, then it was over.
“Good, good,” she said, letting go of his ass.
Before he could bite his lip to hold it back, Ray let out a little whine at the feeling. He wanted the nurse’s hands all over him. He wanted her to let him go so he could run out to his car to jerk off. He wasn’t sure what the hell he wanted, but he felt so wound up.
“The next part is I have to insert one of my fingers to check for prostate abnormalities. You look a little tense, though.” One of her hands came up to his lower back to steady him, which only made him arch his back further out. He shuddered at the feeling. He didn’t feel very relaxed. “I need you to take a deep breath in for me.”
He sucked in a breath and heard the squirt of the lubricant, and then the feeling of Nurse Way pressing insistently at his rim. She slipped in easily as he breathed out.
Ray had tried fingering himself before, sure, on a few occasions. He hadn’t found it to be that mind-blowing. However, it seemed another person might make the difference because having the nurse’s finger twist around inside him had his hands fisting in the exam table paper.
It was only a few seconds before she found his prostate, but it felt like an eternity. “Just a few more moments. Keep breathing. You’re doing so well for me, Ray.”
Once she found his prostate, she rubbed at it, presumably to see if there was anything amiss, but Ray’s body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. He moaned around his bitten lip, and he knew that his hips were stuttering against the exam table. He just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He was fully hard now. A dangerous thing with her finger still inside of him.
“Let me just check the other side,” the nurse said, her voice still even and professional, despite the fact that Ray was panting now, surely clenching around her too.
Her finger seemed like it wasn’t just brushing against it, but, rather, kneading his tender organ. The friction he found against the table was perfect. He could feel his balls draw up and it was too late. His hips pressed once more up to the table, straining against the steadying hand on his lower back, and then he was cumming all over the table and the paper on top of it.
“Fuck, sorry,” he groaned as he rode out his orgasm on just her finger. “I’m so sorry.” His hole was practically milking her finger as he came. He’d never come like this before, untouched. It was a lot more intense than any other orgasm he had previously.
Immediately, her finger pulled out. He stilled, breathing going ragged, waiting for Nurse Way to respond. Embarrassment flooded into his brain quickly. He couldn’t hold back the floodgates that seemed to taunt him about how much of a fucking pervert he was, getting off in front of this innocent woman. He buried his head into his still outstretched hands.
“It’s okay,” the nurse cooed at him, the hand on his lower back rubbing soothingly. “It happens sometimes. No need to apolgize for a normal body response.”
Her hand disappeared for a second and then reappeared with a box of tissues placed in front of him, her gloves now gone. “Why don’t you clean yourself up, put your underwear back on, and I’ll step out for a moment?”
She stepped around him, so that she was in front of him again, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Shame was crawling up his throat.
Ray nodded, and then remembered how much she liked when he actually responded. “Yes, ma’am.”
He heard her shoes squeak as Nurse Way walked to the door, and then, she turned back towards him for a moment to grasp one of his hands. He looked up on instinct to see those wrinkle-lined eyes up close. She smiled at him, just a tug at the corner of her mouth. He could see the gray at her hairline and he wanted so desperately to run his hands through it.
“Please, I don’t want you to worry about this. It’s okay, really. You did a good job for me,” she said in a hushed whisper, and then turned on her heel to leave Ray alone in the exam room, sticky and ashamed.
He cleaned himself and the exam table as best he could, knowing that they would probably sanitize it better later, but still tried not to leave a huge mess. He threw the tissues away in the tiny trashcan near the table. Then, he pulled back on his underwear, hissing as he tugged them over his spent cock.
Nurse Way hadn’t told him where to sit and the curtain around him was still pulled shut, so he didn’t want to sit by the computer with his clothes. He opted to hop back up onto the exam table, keeping his legs pulled to one side away from the mess he’d made on the paper. He pulled the gown over him again to hide how overheated his body looked.
There was a quiet knock and then the nurse was back in the room. Maybe it was Ray’s imagination or his wishful thinking, but he swore that her face was nearly as red as his own. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear as her eyes raked over him.
“Well, there was nothing wrong with your exam. Everything looked great,” she said, still staring at him. “Any other questions you had for me today?”
Ray was certainly not expecting it to end here, but it was probably for the best. She probably didn’t want to hang around the guy who just came all over her exam room any more than she had to.
“Uh, no ma’am. Thank you,” he added quickly, remembering his manners.
“Alright, then.” Ray looked up at her. She was shuffling her feet in a way that was almost shy, if he didn’t know any better. She held out her hand with a business card towards him. “If you think of something, call my office to set up an appointment.” Then she smiled at him, almost feline-like. “And if you want to do that again sometime outside of the exam room, my personal cell number is written on the back. No pressure, though. Up to you.”
Ray knew that he must be slack-jawed at this point. Holy shit. Had he fallen asleep on the exam table waiting for her earlier and this was all just an elaborate wet dream he was having?
He was busy trying to pinch himself and convince his brain that this actually was real life when he suddenly heard Nurse Way’s voice calling out to him as she disappeared behind the curtain. “Once I leave, you can put your clothes back on, and leave the gown on the table. Have a good day!”
And then she was gone, the door closing behind her. Leaving Ray completely alone. His dick stirred at the idea of calling her and doing something like this again, maybe even getting to know her this time. But until then, he would certainly be jerking off to the memory of this appointment as much as possible.