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Teasing Nurses

By: magmaman



I got up that morning feeling off. It wasn't that I felt actually ill, I didn't.

I just felt...off?

The Coffee pot was ready, I poured a cup, checked the fire and there were still some coals so I flipped the draft to build some heat, stuffed a few smaller pieces of wood in there.

In just a few minutes I was rewarded with flames, so I dropped in a couple of blocks and closed the draft.

By then I was ready for my morning ritual, I headed off for the bathroom, still feeling oddly.

That was strange, in my 66 years I had my share of colds and flu, this was different. As I sat on the john I glanced over and looked at myself, my face seemed to be fairly white.

Still, everything appeared normal, until I glanced down at the tissue.

It was shockingly black, jet black!

Now what in the hell, I thought? I wondered what I had eaten that could have caused that? Perhaps the bowl of chili a few days earlier, the Spinach I had steamed for dinner with a dab of Vinegar on it?

I went in and sat down in my chair, feeling mildly dizzy. Clicking on the TV, the screen seemed blurry, I wiped at my eyes a few times to clear them.

My stomach began to hurt, then rumble, it was obvious gas. I barely made it to the bathroom that time, checking the tissue again it was still jet black.

I went back in and sat down at my computer, pulled up a medical web site. Nope, it wasn't licorice, I hated that stuff and I sure as hell hadn't taken any Pepto bismol.

Then the screen linked to bleeding ulcers, Colon Cancer, all sorts of horror stories.

I closed the screen, I was healthy as a horse and knew it. Nothing bad could be happening to me, it had to be something I ate.

The next morning was the same, by now I was feeling really down and beginning to worry. I looked at the clock, it was 9:30, ridiculous for me, I always woke up at 6 AM.

I did some more online searching, same results. On impulse, I reached for the phone and called my Nurse Practitioner's office.

Her name is Debra, she is a 50 something gal that packs around maybe 20 extra pounds. I know she is single, some things are easy to find out in small towns. She usually has on pants and a sweater with a cartoon character sewn on the front, she doesn't look like any Nurse or Doctor you ever saw.

I seldom use a Doctor, I prefer a Nurse. I suppose that is silly but she listens to me carefully and looks at me like she actually sees me, most Doctors look at charts and glance at me like I am a broken part on a car or something.

Besides, she has had her fingers up my rear end and my dick in her hand checking, no nonsense about any of that at all. We even talked about things that happened to me 50 years ago, it seems that every detail of my life is right there on her computer screen.

We even chatted about the fact that I sometimes have a little stuggle getting it up, what the hell, I really am 66 and on Nitrates. I have been single myself for almost a decade.

No Viagra for me because of that, she told me. But there are other ways, she actually went into some depth about it, not even a hint of discomfort on her face as she reached down with a gloved hand and did something down there that tripped the old thing. 

That one kinda surprised me, hell, there I stood in the silly gown with all the flowers on it sporting what was pretty fair wood for my old tired pecker.

She might as well have been talking about my fingers, I have a good Doctor there.

Or rather, a Nurse.

Anyway, her assistant came on the phone and asked me a few questions, then told me he would be right back.

He was in seconds.

"Debra says to tell you to go to emergency." He said.

"Emergency? I'm not that sick, I just...."

"That is what she said, you could be bleeding out."

"I don't think it's that, can't you run some tests?" No way in hell did I want to go to any emergency room, I had been in a couple of them and I hated that.

Then there was some conversation in the background, Debra came on the phone.

"Dan, don't you go being a stubborn horse's ass on me, get yourself in here and right now!" She demanded.

"Debra, I..."

"NOW! Go to the lab, they are waiting. They will pull some blood, if the results are what I think you are going to the hospital."

"OK." No point in arguing with her, either, I had long since figured that part out, too.

They had the test results back in two hours, she took one look.

"Dan. Go to emergency. Right NOW!"

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back with tubes running out of me, thinking longingly of my pack of smokes I had left in the car, and my coffee pot at home that was cold by now.

The place was full of nurses running around everywhere, some of them on the cute side which wasn't too bad. Of course the one they sent in to shove his arm up my ass was a hairy guy that could have been King Kong's little brother.

"Well, you most certainly are bleeding!" He said, and left.

Seconds later a tall nurse came in, looked me over. Another one was right behind her, they sprayed something terrible in my throat, then shoved a tube down my nose. That was terrible, I gagged and retched, finally they mercifully pulled the tube back out. Then they both left, a few seconds later the tall one came back in.

"You are being admitted, usually we have to transmit to the valley hospital but you are lucky, we have a room here." Then she winked at me.

In short order I was in a room, an IV in my arm and two bags hanging from the little stand by my side.

A young woman swept into the room, began moving things around. "Hello, Dan. I'm Candi, I will be your CNP today. Anything you need just buzz me." She handed me a controller.

"Hey, can I get some Coffee?"

"No, no Coffee." She smiled at me, reaching down she adjusted the pillows. Hell, I could see all the way to her navel when she did that, the smock she had on gapped way open.

She saw me looking and just smiled, made no move to cover up or hide anything.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, I thought.

"So what are they putting in me here?" I asked, waving at the IV stand.

"Two pints of blood and a medicine to help control the bleeding, they think you have an ulcer."

"An ulcer? Is two pints a lot?"

"Yes, honey, it's a lot. Now you just rest, try to get some sleep." Candi left the room.

Two days went by uneventful, I mostly just lay there. I had spent the last several years living alone, just me and my old Dog. The old Dog was gone one morning when I woke up so for the last year it was just me. I really was not used to people around, and it seemed like every few minutes someone came in to draw blood out of me or wake me up for something.

No fucking wonder they had to put more blood in, they kept pulling more out.

Candi came in and poked me some more, I got another peek at the top of her titties.

"Hey, how much are you guys getting for all the blood you are selling from me?" I asked.

"Gotta support the hospital somehow, times are tough!" She reached out and put one hand on my stomach, I was totally aware of that, it made my dick twitch under the thin cloth.

The worst part was having to get up and go to the bathroom with the little roller IV stand in tow, then try to poop into a little tray so the nurses could come in and inspect it. There was an odd looking curved jar to pee into, a nurse named July came in and emptied that.

I was starting to think they all had fake names.

The funny one was when a different nurse came in and her face was bright red, I knew she was brand new. For one thing, she was nervous as hell, plus she acted like she had to think about everything before she did it. Cute little thing maybe 5 feet tall, dark hair tugged back into a bun, she was slender where she should be and nice and round where it mattered.

I glanced at her name tag, it read Barb.

"I have to ask you." She said, in the worst pretend British accent I ever heard in my life.

"Ask me what?"

"Would you be so kind as to pee for me? I can't get off shift until you do." I could hear the other nurses outside the door laughing and giggling.

"Sure, Honey. Where would you like me to pee?" I asked her, going along with the joke.

"In the jar..the jar. Oh thank you sir so much for peeing for me!" She flushed scarlet but managed to get it out, still using that fake English accent.

The nurses outside were roaring now, the young girl beat a hasty retreat.

That was funny, I turned and sat up and managed a couple of inches in the jug, she came in a few minutes later and recorded the volume, then emptied it.

The next day Debra came by.

"Well, we have the bleeding stopped, you had us worried there for awhile."

"What's going on with me?" I asked.

"Ulcer we think, and pretty bad. You lost one heck of a lot of blood. I am going to put you on some iron supplements, then watch the blood tests."

"OK. When can I get out of here?"

"A few more days, we can't have you going home and starting to bleed all over again." She reached out and patted my stomach.

"I ordered a test, they are going to look inside your stomach." Debra added.

"I don't think I am going to like that." I said.

"Well, we find the bleed there or we have to take a look up the other end!" She eyed me, her hand still resting on my belly.

"I don't want to be in here, I feel just fine!" I told her.

"Your butt is going to stay right here, Dan. We will make it as comfortable as we can, I will have a chat with the nurses about your needs."

With that she winked at me and was gone.

About an hour later the one with the nametag of July came in, she had a pan and some towels.

"Time for your bath!" She smiled brightly, pulling on some rubber gloves.

"I don't need a...." I started to protest. I had only seen this woman once, I would just as soon she didn't.

"Doctor's orders!" She grinned and that was it. 

She washed my face, my chest, leaving a tiny towel covering my privates. Then she poked in as far as she could around the towel and asked me to turn over. That wasn't easy to do with wires and tubes and needles sticking out of the back of my hands and my forearms but I managed.

It was my turn to blush, I had a pretty good idea of what my ass looked like with all the stuff that had been coming out of me, but she didn't change expression, just reached in and washed me clean, even washing my testicles.

Next she had me roll back over, reaching down and holding my dick as she washed it, even sliding my foreskin back to carefully clean the head.

I did everything in my power to not erect, and almost succeeded.

Almost.

"There you go, honey! All squeaky clean again!" She grinned ear to ear and off she went.

They ran the test on my stomach the next day, mercifully they gave me something and I woke up back in my room. A male Doctor was standing there looking at me.

"Well, good news and bad!" He announced.

"Give me the good part first."

"You quit bleeding." He grinned.

"And the bad?"

"Ulcer, nasty one. We will give you some meds for that, and your physician is going to prescribe a new diet for you."

"Just great."

"Yea, no more coffee, and no more smoking for a start." He looked at me pointedly.

"No smoking? Hey no way in hell can I..." Then it hit me, I had just laid there for over three days without smoking and simply forgot about it?

I'll be damned, that was easy, I thought.

"When can I get out of here?" I asked.

"In a few more days, the bleed was bad, if it starts up again you could be in organ failure by the time you get here, we put four pints of blood back in you already."

Funny, I only remembered two.

"Iron count crashed, that's what this is for." I looked up at the bag of clear liquid still hanging there as he tapped it and checked that, then made some notes.

The next day was uneventful, hospitals are normally boring places to be. I hated the idea that I was beginning to know the names of some of the actresses on soap operas. But some of them were sure cute and I liked the outfits they wore.

What the hell.

The last night there something woke me up, I glanced at the clock, it was 2:30 in the morning.

Someone was standing by my bed, it took me a moment to realize it was the new candy striper nurse, Barb.

"Morning." I said.

"Hello." She acted nervous as hell.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. I thought I heard a giggle outside, it was hard to be sure since the door was closed.

"No, everything is fine. They told me to ask you...They said I should check to see if you..NEED anything?"

I was sure I heard another giggle outside. Glancing down, I saw she was holding a pair of clear latex gloves and a small towel.

"No, I guess I am fine, unless you need me to pee again?" I was slightly confused.

"They told me to...take care of you...if you want." I saw her muster her courage, she reached out and put her hand on my crotch. That caused an instant twitch in my loins.

"Oh." I got it, the other nurses were having fun at this young girl's expense.

"Honey, I am just fine, you don't have to do anything." I told her.

She pulled her hand back, and left the room, her face still scarlet. I laughed to myself, the nurses on duty must be bored to be teasing the poor young lady like that. I let myself slip off into sleep.

The next morning they unhooked me, I got dressed and sat there like they told me to until July rolled in with a wheelchair.

"Hell, I can walk." I told her.

"Hospital policy." She grinned at me.

We got to the elevator, she touched the button, then turned to me.

"You really are a nice guy, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"With Barb, the newbie. The other girls were giving her a tough time, but she is learning. That was nice of you to not take advantage."

"No problem." I answered.

"Hey, I want you to know, I do massages as a sideline, here is my card." She slipped a business card in my pocket.

The first floor bell rang, the doors opened.

"Besides, Medicare will take care of it, we do need to keep you nice and calm." She smiled at me with a raised eyebrow.

I laughed at that, is this a great Nation or what? I pulled out the card and looked at it, put it back.

"I think I will take you up on that!" I grinned at her.

Four days later, I was sitting in Debra's office as she looked at the computer screen, asking me one question after another.

Finally she closed the screen, looked at me with a grin.

"Well, I think you are going to live!" She grinned.

"Guess so." I answered.

"So how are you doing...with the other problem?"

"What other problem?"

"Your erectile concerns."

"Oh, that. Just getting old is all."

"I heard about the bit with Barb, the nurses can be a little mean sometimes, but they were just teasing her. They do that with all the new ones."

"Yea, I got that."

"Well, how about I write you a prescription, then you can go see July?"

I blinked, looked at her. I really had almost forgotten about that.

"OK, I guess. Yea, that would be nice!" I grinned at her as she scribbled something on a slip and handed it to me.

On the way out, Debra stopped me in the hallway.

"Danny, if you have any more concerns, or...needs? Come see me, I can help you out, too." Then she winked at me, slid another slip of paper in my pocket.

"I think I just might take you up on that!" I smiled at her.

Outside in my car, I pulled out the slip of paper, looked at it.

Debra's home phone number.

I was humming to myself on the way home, things were looking up.

Glancing down, I spotted my pack of smokes. I held it for a moment, then crushed the pack, dropped it in the trash bag.

Yep. Things were sure looking up.

Teasing Nurses Ch. 02



Being flat on my back in a hospital, needles stuffed into what seems to be every available space just is not a pleasant experience.

My way to cope when I am scared out of my wits is to make wisecracks. I know, that sounds silly but I remember sitting there waiting once when I knew a Doctor was going to stick a blade into my EYE and this nurse got me to laughing so hard I forgot about what they were going to do until it was about over.

Another time when I was hauled in with pains in my chest, the idea of dying pouring into and overwhelming my mind, another older nurse picked up on what I was doing and we got to laughing.

"On a scale of one to ten, how frightened are you right now?" She asked me.

"Ten!" I answered without thinking.

She grinned and reached out to put her hand on my stomach through the thin flower covered thing they call a gown.

"Honey, I wish all of our clients got scared like you do. Just relax, I won't leave, I will be right there and I will see to it that you are just fine myself!"

Somehow that helped a lot. She was right there when I woke up, too. By then I was in love with her, I didn't care that she was sixty and 40 pounds overweight.

The nurses stay pretty serious when they have someone that appears to be on death's door, but I felt just fine this time.

Sure, I felt tired, I knew I was bleeding inside like a stuck Hog, and yea, I knew all about it possibly being Cancer.

Scared? Hell, yes! But I really did feel just fine.

That's how I cope, finding everything funny, flirting mercilessly with the nurses, making those double meaning type jokes.

Those nurses responded in kind, let's face it, some humor brightens their day too, it can't be a really pleasant life looking after deathly ill people day after day, having to watch some of them die.

So knowing that they had a wise guy in one of their rooms, they started teasing. They were not only teasing the candy stripers, they were teasing me right back.

Like when I made the remark about all the cute nurses around and they send some hairy guy in to probe my bottom? The two nurses in there grinned at each other and told me they could handle that some more for me if I really wanted them to.

I kinda didn't, of course, they knew that. They both roared at the expression on my face.

Bad enough they were going to shove a garden hose down my nose to see if they could find some blood in my stomach. I admit I hated that, but the easy manner helped some. They got that done, I survived it and I didn't want them to do that to me any more, either.

When I accused them of stealing my blood and selling it they popped right back with, "Gotta support the hospital somehow!"

Then the one gal came in and bent over to do something, hell, she had nearly all of her tits out in space and she knew I was looking and she let me.

She just grinned at my reaction, thought it was cute I guess. Sick as a Dog, maybe serious, but still interested in a nice set of titties?

So the typical terrible time in the hospital wasn't so terrible after all. Hell, I even quit smoking (I think) when it hit me I was a couple of days without and wasn't missing them.

After they discharged me from the hospital, I went on home, back to my really fascinating life. Yea, I got my old tongue in my cheek here. I had the little sack of medicines I had obtained over at Walmart, after standing irritated as hell in line for about two hours.

Since I have drug coverage, I figured it wouldn't be too bad, plus those guys have those "$4.00" per prescription thingies.

Yea, sure. It's "tier one" and "tier two" and this isn't on the list and that isn't on the list and there is that doughnut hole and just fuck it, gimme the stuff.

I handed them my credit card. 

They made me go stand and listen as a bored guy told me how to take the stuff and what to not do, hell, they were pills.

Not exactly fucking complicated.

I got home and looked at all of them, then I sat them down on the counter and made me a pot of coffee.

No coffee, they had told me. Screw that.

In the living room, I clicked on the TV, listening to one channel for about 30 seconds before having enough of that and switching over to Fox. 30 seconds of that was enough, too, one click down and cops were chasing some silly SOB all over the place.

Man, he was knocking over mailboxes and posts, he had started out with a pretty darn nice car there.

Guess it wasn't his anyway so it didn't matter.

The cops tried to spin him out, making the back end weave as I yelled, "Step on the gas, not the brakes you stupid......!"

Hell, they tried a half dozen times, I would have gotten him the first time, by golly, put the bumper of my big old 4 X 4 on him and steer into it with the gas to the....

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"I want to add some Ferrous Gluconate to your medicines." Debra's voice said.

"What's that?" I asked her, still eyeballing the TV.

"Iron. Your red cells are still down a little bit."

"OK."

"Did you write that down?" She asked me.

"Yea." I lied.

"I will call it in for you." She sighed.

"OK. Thanks." I hung up.

Finally the guy was stopped in a shower of sparks, a bunch of cops ran over and jumped on him and they weren't being gentle about that.

"Get on the GROUND!" They were screaming at the top of their lungs, hell, the poor bastard was already on the ground, some giant cop was standing on his head.

I guess cops get pissed off when people run from them.

Funny shit. I reached for my pack of smokes, then I remembered I didn't have any.

Shit!

I went to sleep right there in my chair.

I woke up, something about pills in the back of my mind. I went in and found the bottles, looked at the instructions. Why do they use such tiny little type, anyway? Young people could maybe read that but young people usually aren't sick.

Old people are usually the ones that are sick, and old people can't see!

Stupid bastards.

I finally found my glasses in the crack alongside the seat cushion in my chair. Two of these and one of those, three times a day it said. I took them, went back into the living room.

That had been quite an experience, I never pooped jet black before. It was quite a shock to my system.

I thought for a moment about how some of the older nurses had been teasing the new young one on duty, sending her in there to "take care" of me.

I was pretty darn sure that had that actually started into something they would have been in there to stop that of course, after all, it was a hospital.

The poor young girl just didn't have a clue and that had been obvious. I had a feeling that the older nurses had lots of fun teasing the poor candy stripers.

I also noticed that when it was bed bath time, it was one of the regular nurses that came in, they didn't send in one of the ones in the plain looking smocks.

I could just imagine how that would go over, the candy stripers were actually just more or less janitors. Or is it waitresses? Sorry, I don't mean to insult any of you that are beginning nurses here.

Let's see, "Certified Nurse Practitioners", is that it?

Of course Debra, my personal RN was also really a very liberal type of gal. I had a male Doctor before for years, he really didn't want to talk much about how well my sexual responses were, and I could tell he found it completely distasteful if something cropped up that meant he needed to check my prostate.

I guess I could understand that, sticking my finger up some guys ass wasn't going to exactly make my day, either.

Anyway, that issue of course cropped right up, some mornings it was a full ten minutes before I could get to dripping a little bit. That has the side effect of making the old weiner a bit tough to get up and going, which I had also noticed.

Getting old is a fucking pain in the ass, let me tell you. Even when I was watching one of my videos that yanked my chain a tad, I would find myself in the mood but my body not very cooperative.

Debra was different, once she got me to mention my urine stream problems she had me bent over in no time at all and shoved her finger up there, finding my Prostate was about the size of a Grapefruit.

Then she told me that regular sexual activity, regular orgasms was probably the very best method of helping that, which got a laugh out of me.

Fat chance of that.

I didn't have a partner and didn't have much hope of finding one. The ones that interested me were all about 40 years younger than I was.

There is just one way to really attract a nice sweet young thing when a guy is well into his sixties, that is by trolling $100 bills.

Well, a bright red Corvette helps, too.

The surprise was that after the hospital stay the one nurse named July had handed me a card suggesting a massage, and then the other surprise was Debra herself had made some hints?

I really didn't pay a hell of a lot of attention to July, but Debra? Interested in me?

Naw. Had to be my imagination.

I went in and dug my shirt out of the dirty clothes, retrieved the business card and the note with Debra's home phone number, sat down and looked at it.

Naw. July probably just meant a massage, I was reading more into that than I had thought, and Debra was of course just wanting to keep me healthy.

The phone ringing woke me up, for some reason I was sure sleeping in my chair a lot.

"Morning, Danny. Hey, I want you to stop by my office and pick up the script." Debra told me right off the bat.

"What script?" I asked, thinking just great. More fucking pills. Debra was sure calling me a lot lately.

"For your massages, you have an ulcer and relaxation is good for that, plus that other little problem can be addressed." There was a hint of humor in her voice.

Other little problem? What other little problem?

"Oh."

"Well, OK, if you think...."

"I do, it will help you, and with the script, July can just bill Medicare."

"OK, if you think so."

"Plus if you want to, call ME any time." She added.

She stressed the "ME" part?

That was the second time she said that, it almost sounded like....?

Naw.

I got in my truck and drove over to the clinic. The receptionist handed me an envelope, she had a big shit eating grin on her face, at least it seemed like it to me.

Hell, did all of them know everything about my business?

Yea, probably. I went back home, it was time for my pills again so I took them.

Then I punched in July's number.

"I have been waiting for your call." Were the first words out of her mouth.

Damn caller ID, anyway.

"Yea, I was...Debra said..." Hell, I didn't know exactly what to say.

"How is two O'clock? I have your address."

"That's fine. You mean you come over here, I don't have to...?"

"No, I have a portable table, the whole idea is to keep you relaxed. See you at two!" She hung up.

I figured I had better clean the place up, so I scurried around gathering up a few month's worth of books and newspapers, got out my vacuum and did the carpets.

It sure is amazing the things that end up in carpets, it sounded like I was vacuuming the gravel driveway.

Then I went and took a shower, scrubbing until I was pink. I was really looking forward to a good massage.

Yea, I know. In the back of my mind was the thought that maybe? After all, some of the things that had been said and the way they were said gave me some ideas, but those were fantasies of course.

This was the medical profession, so very likely I was going to get my back rubbed. When July arrived, she was lugging along a huge fold up table. She had on a nurse's smock, it looked just like the one she was wearing at the hospital.

In seconds she was set up, she told me to undress and hop on, handing me a huge towel. Then she went to wash up. I did as she asked, settling in face down with one of my pillows under my cheek.

It didn't take me very long to realize that she knew exactly what she was doing, the strokes up and down my back could easily put me to sleep. I had a little struggle with that, then she was working on my legs.

I got very comfortable very quickly, even though I had only seen her maybe three or four times before.

"So what made you decide to work as a masseuse?" I asked her.

"I was seeing so many older clients with concerns, so Debra and I talked. There just is no real outlet for so many of them, and it causes so many medical problems, it just seemed to be logical to us."

"It would seem to me that you could make more money working as a Registered Nurse?" 

"Not really, since I am an RN and through Debra I can bill Medicare, it's pretty good that way too."

"Medicare actually covers the cost of this?" 

"Yes. Plus since I am a Registered Nurse, I can do...anything I want to." She had that teasing tone in her voice again.

I was thinking about that, still not completely sure what it sounded like she meant when she asked me to turn over. I managed to roll over onto my back, July adjusted the towel up over my chest, it reached down to halfway down my thighs. She folded the towel to bare my chest, her hands went busy again.

It felt wonderful, her fingertips slid across my nipples, the motions took on a sensuous feel. Then she began some big clockwise circles on my stomach, each sweep took her hands lower and lower. I felt the towel being pushed down until her hands were passing across the top of my pubic hair.

I began to feel the glimmerings of an erection, enough that I was totally aware of it.

Her hand slid alongside and down my pelvis, right alongside my groin. Her fingers actually pressed into and lifted the soft flesh around my testicles. Then she found some spot down there that caused me to spring up about half hard. I let out a small moan, the sensation was wonderful. She repeated that over and over, close, so teasingly close. After a few minutes of that she was on the other side, doing the same thing.

"Well, we are getting a nice response from you here, that is very good." She smiled down at me.

She reached down and carefully cradled my testicles, holding them lightly. Then she stroked down my thighs and right back up, each time lifting a bit more, until finally one hand slid upwards and over my length.

"Yes, very nice response." She said quietly, as her hand wrapped around me and she made several strokes the full length.

"Now I want to try and take you all the way to orgasm, give those muscles around your Prostate some exercise. That's all right, isn't it?"

"Uhh...yes." I managed to mutter.

"Good. Of course I needed your permission." She said.

Permission hell, at this point she could baste me and stick me in the oven if she wanted to.

The strokes continued, lord did she know exactly what to do. I felt myself building, more and more until finally I blasted off in an amazing climax. It seemed like it tore through my entire body.

Her hands did not stop, somehow I felt that building again, more and more, culminating in an even more incredible crashing peak that lasted what seemed to be a very long time.

My eyes were closed, I was seeing flashes of light, sparks.

I opened my eyes, July had my now softening penis in her left hand, somehow my left leg was bent at the knee. I glanced down, realized she had a latex glove on her right hand, her index finger up my rectum. I hadn't even realized that.

"Nobody ever...." Was all I could manage.

She withdrew her hand, stripped off the glove and tossed in in the wastebasket. Her other hand was still slowly working my length.

"That was a fairly solid orgasm, I could feel in in your Anus. The contractions are really healthy for you." She smiled down at me. Then she began some long slow strokes up and down my chest and sides.

"I never would have dreamed that you would be allowed to do this." I told her.

"Sexual health is as important as all the rest. We were seeing so many male clients with the same problems over and over. Prostate concerns, Erectile Dysfunctions, even Ulcers like you have which we really do know is related to stress. So Debra and I decided to try and do something about it."

"That amazes me." I said, sitting up.

"Debra selects the clients and refers them to me, that is pretty much all there is to it. That way we get just the clients that really do need help, and avoid the ones just looking for some fun." She grinned at me.

"Hey, I will bet the next time you urinate it will be easier." She grinned at me.

"That would be nice." I said, my head still swimming a bit.

She had me sign a form, loaded up her equipment.

"Next week?" She asked me at the door.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" I said, getting a titter out of her.

As soon as she was gone, I went into the bathroom. July was right about that, my bladder emptied fairly easily, and completely, too. It had been quite awhile since that happened.

I took a shower to get the oil off of me, then I realized I was humming to myself. I had to admit, I sure felt a lot better. That was nothing at all like the tiny weak little orgasms I gave myself from time to time.

Had anyone told me that something like this could happen I would have just laughed at them.

Covered by Medicare? I busted up laughing at that one, it sure made up for them screwing me on the "Tier" medicine crap.

I went back into the living room and sat down in my chair. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out the little slip of paper.

Debra's home phone number. I looked at it, folded it up and carefully put it in my wallet. By golly, I was just going to find out about that one.

I reached down for the remote control, clicked the button, grinning to myself. Some talking head came on, I touched the mute button. 

Sure, I had a little bit of erectile concerns, but not that bad. I just got that proven to me.

I reached for my pack of smokes, then remembered I didn't have any.

Oh, well. I leaned back in my chair, feeling better than I had in years.

Yep. Things were really looking up. 



Teasing Nurses Ch. 03



My face went scarlet when Debra looked at me and asked the question.

"Are you Magmaman?" She had a grin on her face.

Busted. The last thing in the world I wanted was anybody who knew me to find out that I sit around the house and write naughty stories and post them online.

Well, probably not very naughty compared to some I read online but still.

Sure, some of them are just fantasy crap and I never did think I was ever very good at it, but it's a kick in the ass to do and fun to read the comments. 

The real kick is that the closer they are to truth, the more I get nasty comments about it not being believable.

The problem is that some of them really do have a piece of truth in them, and maybe, just maybe might tell anyone who reads them some things about me that I would just as soon keep well hidden?

It's not a problem at all when nobody knows who I am that I write this crap.

"I..uhh..err..." I cleverly responded, my mind running at mach two trying to come up with some way of denying it.

"I read most of those stories, pretty good. That is you, isn't it Danny?" Debra sat there on her little roller stool, then she reached out and placed one hand on my knee.

"It's OK, I like most of them."

Debra is my Registered Nurse Practitioner, that is a mouthful of a title which means she is as close to a Doctor as one can get, in my mind she is my Doctor.

I had thought what the hell when she walked into the tiny little room way back at my welcome to medicare physical. She looked to be 50 something, about 30 pounds hanging around back there, a big heavy sweater with a cartoon character sewed on the front of it that did little to hide the fact that she had a set of big'uns suspended in a huge bra.

She looked nothing like any Doctor or Nurse I ever saw in my life.

Of course she has had her hands all over me, her finger up my behind, I don't have any physical secrets from her at all.

I remember the first time she told me to drop my pants.

"You first!" I told her. She put her hands on her hips, but then she laughed.

Probably heard that one before.

Next thing I knew I was shuffled off down the hall to a tiny little side room wearing one of those flowery gown things that leaves the bare ass hanging out in space.

"Sperm sample" She told me, something about checking for blood and bacteria. I knew what that meant of course, the trouble with that is I am 66 years old and I just can't exactly provide sperm samples on demand, some things just take one hell of a lot of effort to produce?

Geriatrics is Debra's specialty, which means most of her patients are old folks like me. So she understands perfectly those issues, after maybe a half hour or so in comes a nurse to help.

Yea, I know. Things like that do not happen in the medical profession, right?

Wanna bet?

Needless to say, they got the sample, it is interesting how someone else's hands feel so much different than your own when it comes to that issue.

It took the gal maybe sixty seconds and she didn't even break a sweat or change expression.

The nurse came in the door, yanked out the sample into a jar, swept back out the door which she shut behind her, leaving me sitting there wondering what in the hell just happened.

I went home that night and sat down and wrote the "Welcome to Medicare" stories. I had to dress it up a bit because the real truth is that is was no big deal, but we authors gotta keep everything as sexy as we can.

The reason I was in her office this time is because I had just rather stupidly made the attempt to do myself in. I was having some of those old chest pains, nothing serious and something I have dealt with for many years.

My solution to that is to chew a couple of Aspirin tablets, that works very well and I can then go back to doing whatever I want to with no discomfort.

Except for one other little problem, it seems I had a blocked artery a few years back and they put in one of those drug coated stent thingies.

Then they told me I had to take Plavix to keep my blood from clotting, that pissed me off when I found out what the shit costs.

Plavix and Aspirin don't mix well, not when the chest pains turn out to be a damned Ulcer.

Yep. Black stool, bleeding internally like a gutted Hog, off to the emergency room for a few days, which I related some of in the first two chapters.

That was funny, too. Nobody believed that nurses could act like that, joke around and tease each other.

Wanna bet?

Now I was feeling fine, they had done the camera down the throat and the camera up the rear end thing, I was out cold for that so I don't remember any of it.

Thank God.

Here I was, pretty much back to normal sitting in Debra's office, she was just checking me out, one of those followups.

I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be out on the jetty fishing, we had a good high tide and the Sea Bass had been right in close to the rocks for a couple of weeks.

I could hang a piece of Sand Shrimp on a number four hook, just a dab of split shot and drop it down into the cracks in the rocks and in just a couple of bounces up and down one of them would....

"Danny?"

"Uhh..yea?"

"That really is you, isn't it? I like your stories." She pressed the issue as I sat there completely at a loss to answer.

"Uhhh...yea. Jeez, I didn't want anybody to..." I muttered.

"It's OK. Relax. I know all about sexual fantasies, that is just a part of life." She turned back to her computer. I leaned forward to peek at the screen.

Literotica.com was up. My story list, 210 of them. Man, have I written that many?

Lord. A porn story site in a Doctor's office? Debra reads porn?

"Debra, how did you....?" I started.

"I was reading the one called "Fisherman" and the description sounded like right around here." She waved her arm aimlessly.

"Oh." No way in hell did she figure it out from just that.

"I know you like to fish out on the jetties, say, that part about picking up the two girls?" She left the question hanging in the air, gave me a sidelong smirk.

"Made it up. Darn it!" I was trying to be funny.

"Thought so. Then I read some others, and I know you used to live up North."

"Yea." I was still blushing furiously.

"Then the one called "Welcome to Medicare?" She looked at me with a big grin again.

"Oh." Still, that was a reach.

"Where did the part about Maria come from?" Yep, she had it figured out that I was the author.

"Made that part up too." I said.

Debra nodded.

"I have seen the scars on your side, I know how that happened, too."

I just nodded.

"Some of your stories I don't get though."

"Yea, I don't know what happens, it just comes out when I start typing. I have been trying to get better, but the more I try the more they seem to hate me."

"You didn't change the names, you didn't change July's name. After that I knew." She let out a little titter.

"July really is good at her job, isn't she? Did that help your urine stream?"

"Yea." It seemed that Debra couldn't stop being a Doctor.

"Her real name is Glenda."

"Really? Glenda?"

"Yes. Anyway, there is no reason to be bashful about the stories, I won't tell anyone, besides, I like some of them."

"Hey, it's just stuff I like to do. I never dreamed anybody would..."

"Well, you are pretty good, the way you write sounds just like the way you talk, too."

I nodded. Bunch of crap and I know it.

"So why haven't you called me, I gave you my home phone number." Debra turned on her little stool and looked at me pointedly.

"I just..I figured that since you were my Doctor..."

"I am a woman too, you know."

"I was just, I like you but I thought..."

"You men! What in the hell are we going to do with you? What does it take, anyway?"

"I had a gal walk up to me once and stick her hand down the front of my pants." I grinned at her.

"Did that work?" She grinned right back.

"Uhh..no. It scared the piss out of me." I admitted.

Debra laughed at that.

"Did you ever think of just asking nicely?" I said. I was recovering now, for a moment there she had me completely off balance.

Debra just looked at me.

"I see a lot of men in this office, not a single one of them has a sense of humor like you do. You don't even act sick when you are sick." She grinned.

"I don't have time to be sick, too much stuff to do."

"This last one could have easily killed you, Danny." Her voice took on a more serious tone.

"I don't have time to be dead, either, too damned busy." I wisecracked.

Yea, sure I am busy. Sea Bass maybe, TV set when I am sitting on my fanny waiting for it to quit raining so I can go dig me a mess of clams.

She just shook her head.

"Anyway, you write this stuff, huh? So tell me. How long has it been since you really had sex?"

OK. That one caught me off guard.

My mind flashed back to July coming over to my house the week before. She had given me a massage, which ended up with a hand job to end all hand jobs. Hell, I had been in a few of those massage parlors in my life, where some half bored woman whacks away at me with one eye on a clock.

Never in my life had I experienced anything like what July had done.

"Well, there was July. Last week...." I was pretty sure that Debra knew all about that by now.

"That isn't sex, she is working to try and cure you with the prostate problems. I mean, real sex with a woman..intercourse?"

"Oh. Well, maybe ten years, I guess." The truth was it was probably a shade longer than that.

"About the same for me." Debra admitted.

I just sat there stupidly, I really didn't know what to say.

"Danny, I am 53 years old, a little bit heavy, but I would like to have someone. I really do like you, I was just hoping that..Maybe we could date, get to know each other?" She was the one that flushed at saying that.

That was amazing, Debra in her own element, as a Nurse, in charge was one thing, I realized I was looking at a woman with the same real fears of rejection everyone has.

"You mean that if I asked you out you would say yes?"

"Yes." She beamed at me.

"Wow. I guess I am being a little bit dense here, huh?"

"You have been one hell of a LOT dense, Danny!"

"OK." I had to laugh at that. 

"How about dinner, we can see where it goes?"

"OK, when?"

"How about tonight, I don't exactly have a booked schedule."

"Great. Pick me up at the house." She scribbled her address on a piece of paper.

I picked her up at her house, she grinned when she saw my shiny red Corvette.

I really do have one of those, one I can't afford, don't drive much, that sits in my garage under a car cover mostly.

"Wow, we are going in style, huh?"

"Nothing but the best for me lady" I said, in a pretend British accent, getting a titter from her.

I looked her up and down, Debra was dressed in a modest skirt and pale blouse that buttoned up the front. She caught me looking and flushed slightly.

"Do I look all right?" She asked.

"You look wonderful!" I told her. Her hand came up and idly touched her hair back, a signal I recognized.

I saw that one described on the O'Rielly show.

She most certainly was a big gal, but she really did look nice with her hair all fixed up and makeup on. I was used to the dull slacks and sweater with cartoon characters sewed on the front at her office, the only outfit I had ever seen her in up until now.

We went to the steak house up on the hill, the fanciest place in town. It has a great view out the window at the ocean, there is a big flat roof below the restaurant windows. The view over the top of it is something to see with the Sun going down, trickles of clouds scattering the light.

Bunch of Seagulls out there pooping is part of the view. Funny how people don't seem to notice that, I always do.

Usually it took a few weeks to get reservations but I had called and got right in, probably the economy and the way things were going.

Later we sat and sipped some wine and talked about everything under the Sun. I told her the story about me hooking a big old shark off the rocks once, I fought that thing for about an hour.

No idea why I wanted to catch it, I just did. Probably would have ended up losing an arm but by God I had a hook in it and I was going to get it.

It finally broke my line and got away, over the years it grew to be about eight feet long, truth is it was about four.

At one point my feet had slipped on the rocks and I ended up on my ass with both feet in the water, the thing right there.

With teeth.

Needless to say I pulled my feet back nice and quick.

Funny story, both of us were laughing about it.

The truth is that I think I was stalling the inevitable with all the yarns I was telling her? Does that make any sense at all, Debra had made it pretty obvious what she was thinking, and now I was supposed to perhaps take her home...and...perform?

I wasn't real sure that was going to happen.

I also noticed she had lots of stories to tell me, mostly about her patients and the things she ran into on a daily basis.

I guess she had her own reservations about the rest of the evening? We were acting like a couple of schoolkids on a first date, both of us nervous but comfortable at the same time?

All fantasies aside, it had been one hell of a long time since I had even been on a real date, let alone...ending up in...sex? 

But finally it was time, we got in the car and headed over to her house.

"You are coming in, aren't you?" She smiled at me as we arrived.

"OK."

"You can relax, we can just visit." She beamed at me, reached for my hand as we went up the walkway.

Inside, she turned and slipped into my arms and we kissed. That was actually nice, so we kissed some more. Then she led me to the couch, went and got a couple of small glasses of wine.

I was happy for the glass of wine, it gave me something to do with my hands.

"Do you mind if I go change, I am not used to wearing a skirt?"

"Sure, go ahead, make yourself comfortable." Debra left, went into what I assumed was a bedroom. I looked around the living room, everything was neat as a pin, there were some pictures on a mantle over a gas fireplace so I got up to go look at them.

Then Debra came back out, she had changed into one of those big huggie things we see on TV. She came up behind me and put her arms around me, I could feel her big soft breasts touching my back.

There was no doubt that there was nothing but Debra underneath that. I turned to face her. We kissed some more, I let my hands flow up her sides. There was no resistance at all, but then I really didn't expect any. I moved them around to the front, lifted her heavy breasts in my hands, getting a sigh from her.

We moved to the couch, soon we were petting, exploring, her hands rubbed my back and sides.

"Bedroom." She muttered.

I picked her up, pretending to not even notice her weight, managing to make it to the bedroom where I gratefully set her down on the bed.

She giggled like a schoolgirl at that. I reached for and found the opening at the bottom of the overly long thing she had on, began to explore.

There really was nothing but Debra underneath there.

"Please? Just take it off!" She whispered, her voice catchy.

So I did exactly that. The big heavy breasts sagged down, I fondled and lifted them, finally pressing her back on the bed. My right hand slid down between her legs, feeling the rubbery damp flesh through the mass of dark pubic hair.

I felt myself begin to erect. She reached down and tugged my belt loose, I stood up and stripped. Her eyes fell to my partially erect penis, then she reached out and grasped me.

Then she tugged me down on the bed. "Just lie here and hold me?" She asked.

I did, we lay there naked, pressed against each other, just basking in being like that. I was completely aware of every nerve ending of our bodies touching.

This was different, I lost track of time. It seemed like many long minutes, I am not sure about that. It was like there was nothing else in the world, just the two of us pressed in each other's arms.

Her hands began to work magic, in just a few minutes it was not possible for me to be more firm. Her fingers flowed around my testicles, her forearms pressed against my length as she slid them back and forth.

She scooted upwards slightly on the bed, tugging me along with her. Her legs opened, she reached down and guided me, the sensation was wonderful. I felt myself slide into the wet folds, then somehow there was a gripping sensation.

Her heavy hips met each thrust I made. Here is where I am supposed to say it went on and on for hours, it was closer to two minutes. A culmination of sensations built up over an entire evening of anticipation.

I felt her body release, then again, when she climaxed the third time I had no way to hold back any longer.

We lay there soaked in sweat for quite a long time, then I slipped out as I finally went fully limp.

"Wow!" She muttered.

It would be nice to say that we did it some more but the truth is that I really am 66 years old.

Somehow that didn't matter, we did lay there and play with each other, explore. I got down and looked at her pussy, wanting to see it, touch it. I parted the hairs so that I could see the rubbery swollen flesh, teasing her by flicking her little button a few times which made her jerk. She lay back with her legs wide open, just allowing it, basking in my inspection.

Then we simply slept. I woke up the next morning to Debra wrapped up as tightly as she could get to me.

"Morning!" I told her as her eyes opened and she looked at me with a smile.

"I can't believe I just slept with my online fantasy Magmaman." She grinned and stretched, the covers sliding off her breasts. They looked so beautiful in the morning light. I reached out and tweaked her nipple.

"What's the big deal about that?" I asked.

Online fantasy, yea, sure. But dang did that make me feel good.

"Don't you realize you have both men and women masturbating to your stories sometimes?"

"Oh, come on. Not very likely."

"I did." She smiled, reaching over and grabbing my limp cock.

"I have had a fantasy of doing...this!" Her mouth closed over me.

"Pretty darn good fantasy!" I told her later.

"You like Cinnamon on your Oatmeal, don't you?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Taste!" She grinned and rubbed up against me.

"Which one did you masturbate to?" I asked.

"The one where you talked about checking out my tits in my office." She grinned.

I got a laugh out of that.

"I really did like you right off the bat, then I felt a little bit jealous when I had to send you down the hall to...." Her voice trailed off as she remembered.

I knew what she was talking about, she had ordered a sperm sample taken, wanting to check for blood or whatever they do with that.

Which kinda floored me at the time, to be honest.

"I think you are a very naughty Doctor!" I grinned at her.

"But I can't be your Doctor any more." She told me, her hands busy at my groin which was beginning to have the intended effect.

"What? Why not?"

"Ethics. I can't be fucking one of my patients." She giggled.

"Oh. Crap! I never thought about that. So what do I do?"

"I will just assign you to Karen, my office partner."

"Oh boy! Cool!" I laughed. I had seen Karen, a tall lanky good looking gal about 50 or so.

"Just remember, I have a pickle jar." Debra gave me a fake scowl.

We both laughed at that one.

"Well, what about July?" I asked, thinking of the glorious session she had given me.

"She said you were easy, and there really wasn't a hell of a lot wrong with you. Just a swollen Prostate. Besides, I can...." She was sliding her warm hand up and down my shaft when she said that.

"Hey, babe, is this ethical?" I wisecracked at her.

"I don't give a shit!" Debra said, leaning forward to slide her mouth over me again.




Teasing Nurses Ch. 03



Later, I was sitting at the breakfast table, looking at the oatmeal and glass of Orange juice.

Yep, Cinnamon sprinkled on top of it.

"Got any Coffee?" I asked her.

"You aren't supposed to drink Coffee." She said.

"You aren't my Doctor!" I told her.

She looked at me for a moment, giggled, then went and started the coffee pot.

It was late afternoon before I finally went home, I actually didn't want to. For some reason I wanted to stay right there with Debra.

I thought about that. I had been in her office many times, she had sat there and discussed my health, my medicines. Deep inside her own mind were her own fantasies, her own thoughts, not one time had any of that ever shown.

Well, it had I guess but that went right over my head.

It made me wonder just how often things like that happened? Two people, noticing each other, then just passing that moment in time and wondering, always wondering.

What if?

Debra, 53 years old, a little bit chubby, but wanting deep inside? Thinking about, wanting me?

Lonely? Living by herself, noticing me and wishing? Wishing for a relationship, sex, someone to be with, someone to belong to?

I realized I felt somewhat the same way.

There sure was a lot to think about. I really needed to wrap my old head around it all, figure it out.

I reached over and picked up the phone, dialed her number.

"I don't want to be here by myself." I told her.

"I don't want to be by myself either!" Her voice had a happy tone to it.

"Can I come over then?"

"Yes, pretty please!" She giggled into the receiver.

I dropped the phone and headed for my truck.

To hell with thinking about it all, just be by God. Where was all of this going to go? 

Who knows? 

But then we never do really ever know.