A short tale in a somewhat over-done sub-genre. I hope I put enough of a spin on it to keep it from being a clichΓ©. Let me know if I failed, but gently, please.
Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle.
Enjoy.
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"Mister, uh, Herrera, can you tell me what's been bothering you?" I pulled the exam bay's glass sliding door closed as I spoke and pulled the curtain, too. This was a busy city ER but even in busy city ERs, we know that patients like a little privacy.
I glanced at the face sheet glowing on the tablet computer in my hand. Twenty-four year old male, complaining of chest pain off and on for past two days. I tapped the ECG tab, normal. All labs normal, including troponin. The likelihood that Mr. Herrera's chest pain was cardiac was almost nil. Still, almost is not the same as plain old nil. I'd need some more information.
"Uh, don't get pissed, doc, but it's not my chest that's hurting."
I frowned. "I don't understand."
"I knew that chest pain would bump me to the head of the line. Sorry, doc but I have to be at work by 5 tonight. It's already noon. I couldn't risk getting tied up here and missing work."
"Well, I understand that but emergency rooms aren't first come, first served you know." I shook my head. It would be faster to simply find out what was bothering him, take care of it, and move on. I didn't have time to give him a lecture on ethics. "So, what is bothering you, if it isn't your chest?"
He surprised me by pulling up the bottom of the hospital gown the nurse had him put on. His cock lay nestled in the crease above his left leg. The skin there was almost white, despite the dark brown of the rest of his body. His pubic hair was a dark mass of curls. I could tell at a glance that he shaved his balls and, more than likely, trimmed his pubic hair as well. He wasn't circumcised. His foreskin was pulled forward but it wasn't bunched, suggesting he had at least a partial erection. His cock was a light brown but his scrotum was as dark as the skin on his belly.
His thighs and belly sported dark, soft-looking hair. His belly was flat but without the hard ridges that would suggest he spent hours in a gym. My eyes followed a thicker line of hair that sprang from the dark mass above his cock to climb toward his navel. As my eyes moved up his body, he pulled the gown up further until it was bunched under his neck. His nipples were pierced. Shiny silver half circles ending in little silver balls rested in the dark hair.
"Those must have hurt."
He nodded. "It makes your nipples sing though, doc. It's worth the pain."
I tore my eyes away from the rings and looked him in the eye. "So, what is bothering you?"
"My dick. It doesn't want to get hard anymore."
"How long has that been going on?"
"Oh, I don't know. A day or two."
"I see. Anything new happen during that time? Any new medications? Unusual stress? Physical or emotional?"
"Not really." He paused. "Maybe a little more stress than usual. You know, usual family stuff. It comes and goes, nothing out of the ordinary lately. We, my partner and I, have both been working a lot."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a chef, I just opened my own restaurant."
"Really? Cool, but that must be a lot of stress?"
"Not really. It's a lot of work but I enjoy it."
I nodded. "Have you noticed anything that, um, helps with your problem?"
He nodded back. "Well, yeah, not to be crude or anything but, yeah, blow-jobs seem to do the trick."
"Oh, really," I snorted but softly, trying to stay professional. "You don't say. Blow-jobs help? I should write that up as a case report. Might even get something that surprising in the New England Journal."
Mr. Herrera arched an eyebrow. "You asked, doc."
"That I did," I confessed. I looked down at his cock. It was rolling up his belly. The tip of the head was peeking out of the foreskin. "Looks like your problem has solved itself. I could give you a prescription for Viagra but I don't think you really need it."
"No, I don't need Viagra, doc. I need my dicked sucked."
The look in his eyes underscored the challenge in his voice. I sat the tablet computer on the small desk behind me and bent over the gurney.
His cock smelled wonderful. It tasted even better. A couple of quick sucks was all it took to get him totally hard. I held his cock with my right hand. The fingers of my left danced their way up the hair on his belly and chest until they found one of his nipple piercings. I rolled his nipple between my fingertips, feeling the hard steel buried under the skin. He drew in a breath, but quietly.
The curtain was pulled tight. No one could see in but they could hear. The sounds of talking and the padding of rubber-soled feet were easily audible beyond the glass door. I took my mouth off his cock and looked at him.
"Does it hurt when I press here?" I didn't press. I pulled. I pulled on the piercing, not very hard but enough to pull his nipple away from his chest, tenting the skin.
"Uh, yeah, doc. That's the spot," he moaned.