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Action in the ER, Part 4

By blindside

submitted April 28, 2003

Categories: Doctor

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Yes, the doctor has returned. When last we met, I had just completed a stint in the emergency room before establishing a urology practice. About six months later, the hospital administrator called and asked that I return to the emergency room to fill in for summer vacations. I would be working mainly on weekends, and since the money was good, I decided to accommodate the administrator. So our story continues …

It was a Sunday afternoon. Having just stitched up an accident victim, I was ready for some coffee. “Not so fast, Doctor,” said the receptionist, as I was heading to the canteen. “There’s a young man in Exam Room 6, who appears to be in great pain. But he refuses to tell me his problem.”

“Must have insurance,” I replied, as the receptionist held up his card. I headed to Exam Room 6.

Opening the door, I introduced myself to the patient, who was about 22 years old. “What’s your problem, son?” I asked, as he sat on the exam table.

“Doc, you gotta help me!” said the young man, “I think a mosquito bit my dick, err, penis!”

“When did this happen, son?” I asked, as I washed my hands in preparation for an examination.

“Yesterday,” replied the patient, “at a camp ground up state. I’m in real pain Doc.”

“Okay, relax,” I said, “Just lie down and we’ll have a look.”

The young man lay down on the exam table. I released his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, together with his jockey shorts. There before me was an exceptionally large uncircumcised penis. The foreskin was thicker than I’d seen before, and the young man had unusually large testicles.

“Where?” I asked, observing nothing on the patient’s penis.

“Inside!” said the young man, as he pealed back his foreskin, exposing a rather large mushroom head.

“Oh my!” I exclaimed, noting the mosquito had actually bit the head of the man’s penis, practically closing the piss hole. “Have you been able to urinate?” I asked, as I lifted up his penis for an examination.

“Barely!” said the patient, “And it hurts like hell when I do! Can you help me, Doc?”

“Yes sir, I think we can. But it might involve some pain,” I said, wanting the patient to know upfront what the consequences were.

“Well, let’s get started,” said the patient, “I can’t stand it much longer!”

“Okay son,” I said, “Here’s what we’re going to do. First, I want you to get an erection, which will release your foreskin over where I need to work. Next, I will numb your penis and attempt to remove the mosquito bite from your penis. Okay?”

“Sure Doc, anything you say, but I just can’t will a hard on, err, erection,” said the young man.

“Oh, Okay,” I said, “Let me help you,” as I took his penis in my hand and started to masturbate him. It didn’t take long before the patient was sporting a rock hard dick. God I love this profession!

“Okay son, ready for the needle?” I asked, as I injected the necessary medication into the base of his penis. I guessed he was ready.

Once I was sure the penis was numb, I took a surgical knife and removed the nasty bite, being careful not to draw any blood. His foreskin was drawn tight over the shaft of his penis, while he testicles had grown hard and rather large. This condition only confirmed that the young man hadn’t ejaculated in some time.

“Are you done, Doc?” asked the patient, as I examined my work on the end of his dick.

“Ah, not yet son,” I replied, as I continued to examine the incision. Effectively, I had opened his piss hole to its normal state, ensuring the young man could at least take a piss.

“How long will I have an erection, Doc?” asked the patient, as I washed my hands.

“Oh, probably until we relieve those testicles of their content,” I said, now delighted with my prognosis. “By the way son, when was the last time you ejaculated?”

“Ah, several days ago, I guess,” said the patient, whose dick was harder than a rock.

“Your penis is awfully brown…do you masturbate a lot?” I asked, holding his erection in my right hand.

“Doc…I’m 22 years old…what do you think?” said the patient, somewhat sarcastically.

“Yeah, right,” I said, Bbut I must tell you it’s vital we empty your testicles, least they explode.”

“Whatever Doc,” said the young man, “Just make this erection go away!”

I started jackin’, err, masturbating the young man, moving his foreskin up over the head of his penis. Actually, an ejaculation would tell me if the minor surgery was successful. “Can you feel anything son?” I asked, continued to stroke his large member.

“Ah, no, not yet,” said the patient, “But this is really embarrassing Doc.”

“Not to worry son, I am a professional,” I replied as I massaged his balls in hopes of a quick ejaculation.

Several minutes passed. Once again I asked the patient if he could feel anything. “Ah, yeah Doc, I think I’m about to cum!” I continued my treatment, moving faster and faster. “Here it comes Doc!” shouted the patient. I was hoping the staff had not heard him yelling. “Now!”

The amount of semen exiting the patient was indeed impressive. My surgery was obviously successful, given the stream that landed on his shirt. My hands were drenched with cum.

“Well son, it looks like you’re back to normal. Let me clean you up a bit,” I said, wiping cum from his bush and shirt. Yeah, it left a stain. As I completed cleaning the young man up from the mess he made, I asked, “While you’re here, anything else bothering you?”

“Actually Doc,” said the young man, “I’ve got some type of twitch in my butt hole, err, rectum. This is really embarrassing, but could you take a look?”

I removed the young man’s pants and underwear, told him to stand up, spread his legs, and “I’ll have a look.”

Opening the patient’s crack, I was horrified.

“Young man,” I said, “It looks like a mosquito has found its way into your rectum. We’ll have to operate!”


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