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?"