Lucky Charm Touch

Lucky Charm Touch        

     It is a man’s world in my profession. So being alone in a room with my patient is a power trip. He sits on the exam table with the grin of a boy caught in a panty raid by the dorm matron. I deep throat him with my tongue depressor. He says ‘aaahhhhh’  while I probe his mouth with my popsicle stick.
     “What’s ailing you sir?”
     “I seem to have an old man problem.”
     “Oh I see. Well is it arthritis?”
     “No nothing like that.”
     “Memory lapses?”
     “I remember what I ate for supper a week ago.”
     “Gosh Nurse Rosie is all out of guesses.”  
     “Well I can’t get it up.”
     “Oh erectile dysfunction. Don’t worry we’re out of the stone age for that. But first we have to figure out the cause. One possibility is nerve damage. So you’ll have to drop your briefs so I can examine your penis and testicles.” His lips part like a French student practicing his vowels.
     He scoots off the table and unzips himself. He slinks out of his 501s and then his fruit of the looms. And there he stands with his cock pointing at the floor. He covers his groin with his hands. I say, “No no. I need access to your genitals. This is a medical exam. Me being a woman has no bearing.”
     He blushes like the boy being checked by me for pubic lice in the school infirmary long ago. I sit on a rolling chair and move into the space between his legs. His genitalia is now mine to touch as I please. “I’m going to check your bulbocavernosus reflex. During this exam, I will press the head of your penis, which ought to simultaneously make your anus shrink. If nerve health isn’t sound anal reaction time will lag.”
     With my right hand, I reach behind him and brush his buttocks with feather soft strokes. I feel him begin to quiver like a fawn. He must sense that this is no ordinary check up. I love pat and begin kneading his bottom to relax his genteel modesty.
     I tap the moist tip of his penis while swirling in a velvet trail around his royal crown. I girdle his prick and enfold the tip in my grasp. I heft his delicate family jewels in my palm and clasp them while rolling them tenderly with my velvety fingertips.
     I gently tease the sensitive underside of his cock-crest. I clutch his dew dropped tip in the sultry sea silk cocoon my thumb and forefinger. I lift my face and gaze up at him with a wicked grin.
     I hold his penis like a cigarette between my fingers. With my other hand I probe his rear aperture. I grasp his penis head and squeeze it like bubble gum. He laughs.
     “Hey that tickles Nurse Rosie.”
     “You’ll have to grin and bear it” I say. Enmeshed in my touch, his glans turns into the helmet of a football player ready to make a field goal. His Vienna sausage grows into a plump weiner.
     I say, “Well old man your penile nerve function is just fine.”
     “Thank God” he says.
     “Well just to cover all our bases we need to check your sperm count. So I’m going to have you masturbate into a cup. Don’t worry. I’ll turn around. Pretend like I’m not here.”
     He moans like a sailor on shore leave without a girl. I keep my back turned. He says, “Should I go all the way with you in here?”
     I say, “We need to see if you’re fully functional. So please bring yourself to orgasm.” I hear the paper crinkle as he lays back for the ride. I can hear him thrashing as the crepe crackles under his weight. Just as his voice cracks he finds his thrill on blueberry hill. When my body pivots, his purple cock bobs like a victory flag.
     He says, “Did I make enough?”
     I look into the cup. “You made plenty.”
     He says, “Fantastic! There is only one thing. My
balls are drawn up into my groin. What can be done?”
     “You’ve got retractile testicles. Sumo wrestlers massage their testicles so they retract to protect them when they wrestle. In fact it is your testicle’s natural defense method in sports and it happens when you swim. I can show you how to fix that.” I guide his balls back into his scrotum with my lucky charm fingers. His relief shows in his smile.
     He says “Did I do well?”
     “Sir, your performance was outstanding. Patients like you are the reason I went into the nursing profession.”
     “So do I need any further treatment?’
     “Just repeat what you did here while at home. You’re out of the woods. Please fill out an evaluation form rating my skills on your way out.”
     “Your expertise in penile physiology is fabulous.”
     “Oh thank you. That’s what I went to school for. Don’t forget to zip your fly before you leave.” He smiles like a priest letting down his guard with a beautiful woman.