Man gets more than he bargained for during routine dr visit
EDIT June, 22: changed the vitals for the patient as well as adding back in a small bit that cleared up story a bit.
NOTE; "This is a complete work of fiction. Though the nurse is loosely based on a real person, to my knowledge, she is not a clinical nurse, and she would never read this."
When an adult male turns 45 there are a couple of procedures that he has to schedule, one being a colonoscopy, the other being a prostate check. I was in for the latter.
"Mr Thomas for Dr Robinson?" Called the nurse standing at the door leading back to the clinic area.
"Right here." I called standing up and headed towards the door.
"Good afternoon Mr Thomas , if you would follow me, please. My name's Jenna and I'm going to be getting your vitals."
"I know, Jenna. I've been seeing Dr Robinson for a couple of years and you've been his nurse for most of that time. And you can call me Joe."
"Sorry Joe, force of habit. Most of Dr Robinson's patients haven't been here that long and some don't like the informality. Not to mention the office manager doesn't like it either."
"Well they're stupid. The informality lowers the stress level of Dr visits in my opinion. I'll try to remember that next time."
We finally made it to the exam room and Jenna exclaimed, "Dang it! I forgot to get your height and weight. You don't happen to know those off hand?" She asked.
"Gee. Isn't that a little personal?" I asked in a mock chiding way.
"Well, you can tell me or I can advertise it for the whole office to hear." She said in the same way as she punched my shoulder not too lightly.
"Ouch! I'm 6'1" and about 230 pounds. What was the punch for?"
"Joe, can I be honest with you?" I nodded my head. "When you leave, or when they see that you're on the schedule, all the nurses beg to switch with me because they think you're the most eligible bachelor that comes in, and they want to be in the same room with you hoping you'd ask them out. Even the office manager wants to go out with you."
"I thought she was married. Same with some of the nurses. Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to ask you out?" She nodded her head. "I thought you were seeing someone already."
"Not anymore. I found out he's been cheating on me for the last six months with my best friend." She said and I noticed tears starting to well up.
"Hey, look at me." I said looking her in her green eyes. "Finish taking my vitals while I think about asking you out. And wipe away those tears."
"Ok." She said as she wiped her tears with a tissue. Immediately her professional manner returned. "Let me see your arm." I held out my arm as she put the blood pressure cuff on. She held my arm between her elbow and stomach as she squeezed the cuff. After the process was done "125/78, pretty good." She said.
"See? Told you the informality is better. That would be higher given what I'm here for. And yes." I stated.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Yes, I'll ask you out. Give me your number. And I'm here for a prostate check, which is a little nerve racking. It also helps that in the two years of seen Tyrone, he and I have become good friends. So can I have your number?"
"I'll give it to you before you leave." She said as she was leaving.
Whether I was going to ask Jenna out was actually a no-brainer. She had two very important things going for her. She was a nurse and I find most nurses very attractive, especially in their work scrubs, AND she was a redhead. And to me redheads are more attractive than blondes. I heard a knock on the door.
"Yes." I answered. Jenna opened the door.
"Dr Robinson is going to be a few minutes late. One of his patients checked into the ER and the Dr went to see him. He's on his way back if you would like to wait?"
"Sure."
"Can I bring you something to drink? Dr Robinson has one of the local coffee services provide the coffee for the office."
"Sure. I'll have a black coffee."
"Ok. That will be one 'Long Black'" she replied in an obviously fake Australian accent.
"You're a 'Fluffy' fan?"
"Yes, I love his comedy."
"So do I."
"I'll be right back." She said closing the door. A few minutes later came a knock and Jenna opened the door slightly and handed me the coffee along with a piece of paper. "Here you go. Dr Robinson is about 10 minutes away. He got stuck in traffic because of an accident just past the South Virginia exit. He requested that I ask if you still want to wait or do you want to reschedule."
"I'll wait. My schedule is clear."
"Ok. I'll probably be gone when you leave. See you next time Joe. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
"Bye Jenna." I said, a part of me wishing she could stay. I looked at the piece of paper and read the following "My cell number is 775-555-1234. Call me tomorrow after 6 pm. Looking forward to hearing from you. Love Jenna." The "o" in "love" was in the shape of a heart. My heart skipped a beat.
"I could potentially be dating a petite redhead nurse who obviously liked me. My life just got more interesting."
I pondered to myself as I sipped on my coffee which was really good. I pulled out my phone to put Jenna's number in. I looked at the clock it said 4:50.
"Going to be a late afternoon."
Little did I know just how late it was going to be.
I sat back and worked on my coffee while I was playing a trivia game on my phone when Dr Robinson came in. Dr Tyrone Robinson is a 6'4" black man that is about 220 pounds of mostly muscle. He was a former Defensive Back in college before a knee injury caused him to switch careers and go into medicine. As I said, we've became friends shortly after I started going to him as my doctor. He's a very good looking man, and I wouldn't call myself gay or even bi.
"Sorry for the delay Joe. I hope I didn't keep you from anything important."
"Not at all Ty. I took the rest of the afternoon off. I didn't think I'd want to be sitting at work after this, especially with the gel that's used. With all the advancements in medical technology and an index finger and some gel is still the best way to check a guy's prostate?" I asked sarcastically.
"We could stick a probe up there that's marginally thicker than my finger. But that's for later, but you won't have to deal with that, unless I find something that concerns me. But let's get started. Is there anything going on that I should know about? Things like having the urge to go pee but little to no urine coming out? Or other symptoms?"
"No nothing like that. It's just that I just turned 45 and figured should have it checked."
"Ok. Now I want you to take your pants and underwear completely off. Same with your shirt. You don't want to get any gel on your clothes. It's a pain to get out. Also take your socks off, you don't want to slip. Your bare feet will have better grip on the floor. Then I want you to turn around and lean against the bed and spread your legs.
Even though I thought it was strange that he wanted me to be stripped for something short and simple as him sticking his finger up my butt, I did as he asked without any protest. I had just turned around when I heard the loud "SNAP!" of a rubber glove being put on. "Ha! Very funny Ty!"
"I've found that it lightens the mood a little. Now I want you to relax this will be be easier if you don't clinch." Ty said this right up against my left ear. I jumped and turned my head and saw his face next to mine. I also noticed that he had set the bottle of gel on the bed not next to me but easily within arm's reach. I was prevented from reaching for it when I felt the cold liquid on his glove covered finger push against my anus for a brief second before going in. I gasped and clinched my ass as he said, " Relax, don't clinch, it will be over soon." I had to admit the probing felt really good. After a minute of him probing, I felt the finger hit my prostate and fireworks went off in my head and I let out a low moan "ohhhhhhh. That feels good." just as I said that, Ty removed his finger and I heard him remove his glove. I was surprised to find that I felt empty without his finger in there.
"Joe, I need to admit something to you. I'm gay and I've liked you from the first time you came to my office to see me, but I wasn't sure if we would hit it off. When we became close friends, I thought there would be a chance."
"A chance at what?" I had already figured out his answer and I wasn't sure if I would be appalled or aroused at his answer. I felt his body next to mine and he whispered in my ear,
"To be in a same-sex relationship. Maybe not a full on relationship, but a friends-with-benefits kind of thing."
"Ty, I-I-I'm straight." I stammered. "I don't like guys that way. I'm into having sex with women. I'll admit that I'm curious, but that mostly about sucking a cock first and the MAYBE at a later date. I don't want to be fucked in the ass by a guy, especially if that guy happens to be my personal physician and who is also happens to be black."
"What does the fact that I'm black have anything to do with anything? You worried about my cock size?"
"Y-Y-Yes."
"Just relax. Let me get you prepped. If you don't like what I'm doing to you, you can get dressed and leave and I'll give you a referral to another physician. But I think you'll enjoy the experience. Now relax so we can get started."
"Ok. But what about the rest of the staff, won't they hear us?" I asked remembering where we were. And I was stalling if I'm being honest.