All fictional characters are over eighteen years of age.
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"Telephone Pole!" It was a simple text on my phone, but I knew what it meant. It was from a busty over-sexed medical technician named Jennifer.
She was telling me that an overnight patient had sprang erection in his sleep.
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Nurse Diane Walker, Nurse "D" for short. I work at a sleep study clinic in a major medical facility.
I'm recently divorced so the thought of someone having a massive erection in one of the studies had my interest.
My first text back to her was, "Is he single?"
It was mostly a joke, but not really. It had been a long time since I had sex, even then, my husband and I were just going through the motions.
I was ripe for the picking.
So, you can imagine my reaction to the text, I was licking my lips and my pussy started to tingle.
My technician Jenny and I have worked together for over ten years and in that time we had developed a coding system. A small hard-on was called a twig, medium was a branch, and a large was called a tree trunk, the reference to trees was in relation to the fact that slang for sleep erections were called "morning wood."
We had talked about a massive designation, but we hadn't had any that large before, so we didn't decide on one yet. Evidentially Jenny had seen a need and made one up.
I was getting impatient waiting for Jenny to answer my question then my phone bumped.
"Single, twenty five!"
She knew my next question would be his age so she answered it.
Needless to say I was intrigued.
At this point I need to say a few things about Jenny; she is a pervert, and her life is controlled by sex. But partners were hard to find and keep, she was slightly overweight and men found her overbearing personality somewhat repulsive, but that was Jenny.
Her infatuation with cocks were the focal point of her modifications to a specific computer monitor. In our study room a camera was pointed from the side at bed level. At this angle it was easy to spot sleep erections. We could put the view on her modified computer screen which had centimeter graduations on it.
It was this guide that was the basis of our rating system.
This was a Friday night and the ward was mostly deserted, except for the one patient.
I made it to the control room and Jenny was there fingering herself in front of the monitor.
I picked up the chart to learn about our test subject.
His name was Randy Jenkins, he was indeed twenty five and single. He had been sent to the clinic because he was falling asleep at work. He complained about being unable to get into a deep restful sleep at night.
I looked at the screen, although he was covered with a heavy blanket, the gauge said he was at least twenty five centimeters (nine inches).
Jenny was breathing heavy as she approached a hard climax when suddenly the monitors went wild. His heart rate was sky high and his breathing was labored.
We looked at the screen and he had his hands on his penis and was stroking it in his sleep. His body started to shake and we noticed a huge wet-spot developing in the blanket over the head of his cock.
He was having a massive wet dream. We've seen this before, but never strong enough to dance the electronics like he was doing.
He woke up and folded the top blanket over in an attempt to hide the spot. He clearly was embarrassed over what had happened.
Jenny and I looked at each other in awe. That was the biggest load we'd ever seen.
Jenny had stopped fingering herself and studied the screen.
"I HAVE TO HAVE THAT COCK!!" She exclaimed.
Needless to say having sex with a patient was highly unethical and could be considered rape. We'd both at the very least, lose our jobs.
But I have to admit, I wanted it too.
I thought about it, and tried to come up with ideas on how we can partake in that beautiful cock, then an idea hit me.
I picked up my tablet computer.
"Do you have any condoms?"
Jenny's face lit up,
"But of course," Jenny said as she reached in her pocket and presented a wad of prophylactics.
I took them in my fist and presented it to Jenny,
"Now, these are called sperm sample collectors!"
Jenny smiled, "Got it!"
"Ok, grab a crash cart and follow my lead...."
She ran down the hall, grabbed the cart and followed me to the patient's room.
I swung the door open and we hastily entered the room.
"Mister Jenkins, are you ok, are you ok?"
He was startled and words escaped him.
"Our monitors are indicating that you have had a cardiac event, how do you feel?"
"I'm fine," he said covering his mid area with his hands.
By this time, the wet spot had seeped through the folded blanket.
"Mister Jenkins, don't be embarrassed, wetting the bed happens, it's natural in these tests, happens all the time!"
"It's only three thirty so let's change that bedding for you and see if you can get back to sleep! The study is only partially done."
"I'm fine, I'll just try to get back to sleep!"
"Don't be silly, you'll never sleep in all that wetness."
I took the blankets in my hands and pulled them off, he just laid there with his hands over his slowly deflating erection.
"Your underwear is soaked, it's ok, and we keep dry ones here for that very reason!"
I acted like I didn't want to disturb the probes and wires on his body so I took a pair of scissors and made two cuts, one on each side of his legs and pulled the soiled cloth free.
I looked at it and put a puzzled look on my face. Then I took some of the gooey wetness on my fingers and tasted it.
The patients face turned all shades of purple with humiliation.
I offered the shorts to Jenny who took her own sample on her fingers and put it on her tongue and rolled it around in her mouth.
Then she seized Randy's penis in her hands and squeezed it. A small milky droplet appeared and formed on the head of his semi-erect cock.
Jenny and I looked at each other as if we were pondering a diagnosis.
"Looks to me like it was a 'Nocturnal Emission'," I said quoting the medical term.
"What does that mean," Randy asked.
"It means you had a wet dream," said Jenny, still savoring the semen on her tongue.
I asked him a couple of questions,
"How often does this happen to you?"
"Does it usually wake you up?
"It's only happened a few times, it's very rare," he said, feeling uncomfortable with my questions.
"You know all the probes we taped on you will let me know when you are lying!"
"I can see it all on my tablet!"
"Is this true," he asked Jenny.
"Well yes, they are very sensitive," Jenny said winking at me indicating she was playing along with my ruse.
"And the sensors are indicating you are not being truthful!"
"We are just trying to help get to the bottom of your problem, we have total confidentiality."
"Well, I'm not sure, but yes, it usually wakes me up."
"That changes things," I said,
"We need to find out the events that led up to your emission this morning!"
"Do you remember what your dream was about?"
"I can't remember!"
I picked up my tablet and pretended to hit a few keys,
"Mister Jenkins, if you keep lying to us we'll never get to the bottom of your problem."
"Ok, ok, I remember the dream vividly," he answered, eyes darting over to Jenny.
