Nurse Cubby

Thank god it was just a sprain.

“I’m going to have the nurse come in and wrap that for you," the doctor said, pointing to my ankle. "He’ll give you crutches, too. You really wrenched it but I've seen worse. You should be good to go in a couple weeks.”  

“Thanks,” I said, and the doctor shut the door behind her. I sighed. The big track meet was in two weeks. Maybe, just maybe I could compete in it.  

About six minutes later the door opened.

“Hey there,” said the cutest bear I’d ever seen. He wore blue scrubs and was on the short side. His jet-black hair and beard were accentuated by his black, square-frame glasses. “I’m Nurse Cubby.”

“Cubby?” I said. 

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling. "It's a nickname - oh, hey!" he said, pointing at my shirt, which said “Groom Track & Field.”  “Are you from Groom?” 

“Yeah, I grew up there,” I said, smiling back at him. He seemed to get flustered for a moment; his face went red.  

“Cool!" he said. "Yeah, I’m from there, too...okay, I’m just gonna wrap up your ankle – you’re Jake, right?” he said, pulling a chair up to where my feet dangled off the exam table. 

Now my heart started racing, because even though I was in pain, my feet have always been a super-sensitive, erogenous zone. I’d been nervous about anyone touching them, let alone this handsome, thick-bodied guy.  

“Yeah it's Jake," I said. He picked at a spool of blue gauze until he released the top layer, then he set it on the metal table next to him.

“I’m Cubby,” he said, “But I guess I already told you that.” He blushed again. I think that was when I first felt a stir in my crotch. His eyes lingered just a little too long on mine, then traveled down my body. “It’s short for Cubarney.” Groom is a pretty small town and that last name sounded familiar.

“There was a Jesse Cubarney a couple grades below me," I said.

"That's my cousin," he said. 

“Cool," I said. "My last name's Reid."

He shook his head up at me. “Can’t say I know any Reid’s,” he said.

“Now you do,” I said, and he blushed a third time. But soon I was blushing too, because at that moment he picked up my foot in his gloved hands, and gently set it right in between his thick thighs. Then he began to wrap my ankle with the gauze.  

“Pretty swollen,” he said, moving the gauze around and around. It was tight enough that it felt a little uncomfortable, and I unconsciously flexed my knee which pushed my foot into his soft-but-packed crotch. I pulled my foot back but there was an awkward moment where we both realized I’d just felt his cock with my foot.

That sent my cock on an upward trajectory, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I cursed myself for wearing basketball shorts with no underwear when I’d gone out to run that day. Truth was, I liked people looking at my big dick flopping around. But this was a whole other show entirely. I watched helplessly as it lifted from where it hung between my legs, gathering up the fabric of my shorts and making a proud tent. I tried to mitigate the damage by pushing it to one side, but somehow it only made it worse. I looked over at Nurse Cubby and caught him staring right at it.

“Just about done here,” he said, his voice quavering. He did the last two rounds of gauze in record time, then he slapped a fastener on to hold it in place, and rolled back in his chair. “Done!” he said, but as he took his gloves off his gaze kept straying to the thick, pulsing erection in my shorts.  

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot to wear underwear.”

“It happens,” he said. Then he stood up and I saw that he had his own tent, in his blue scrubs. “I actually forgot to wear them, too,” he said, looking down at himself. He looked up at me. It felt like I grabbed for his cock and he walked toward my reaching hand at the same time. His breath came quickly as I wrapped my hand around his scrub-covered cock. Then I stuck my hand down the front of his scrubs and grabbed hold of it bare. He reached for mine and at the same time we pulled one another's waistbands down until both of our pulsing boners were exposed.

I leaned forward and, with some maneuvering, went down on him. His cock was hairy, thick as a drain plug, and uncut. I sucked it into my mouth and went up and down it a few times. “Oh my fucking god,” he whispered. “We should not be doing this.”

I came off of him. He stroked my cock and then leaned down and brought his lips to it. He was tentative, giving it a couple licks before he wrapped his lips around the head. I was so turned on. He suckled at it like he was nursing a bottle, and I got the feeling that he was a lot less experienced than me, even though he seemed maybe four or five years older.  

“I’m close,” I said, and he sucked on the head even harder, like he was sucking a straw, his tongue dipping into my piss hole which I’m sure was gushing precum. Finally he took my cock deeper, past his tongue, and for one heavenly moment I felt it enter his throat. That was all it took.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” I whispered, holding his head in place as I spilled what felt like buckets of jizz down his throat. He swallowed every drop.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” he said, gasping for air as he stood back up, jacking his cock. I knocked his hand away and sank his cock in my mouth down to the root, letting it stretch out my throat. I held it there and wiggled my tongue on the underside, up to the ridge of his cockhead. He sort of squealed as his cock erupted, swelling to what felt like twice its size. I held his heavy, hairy nuts in my hand and they tightened with each shot, copious ropes of savory jizz that coated my mouth, tongue and throat. I savored that load.

“Oh man,” he said, pulling up his scrubs. “Oh man.” He wiped the sweat off his brow.  

“Nobody saw,” I said.  

“I have never done that before,” he said. He seemed a little shocked at himself. But then he smiled. “Alright,” he said, “Let me get you those crutches.” He brought them in a minute later and helped me walk across the hall in them. “You’re gonna do great,” he said, squeezing my shoulder. His face was so close to mine and he smelled so good. Suddenly I felt his hand on my butt. He moved it to my hip and slipped something in my pocket. “My number,” he said. “For, you know, when I’m not at work.”