the cocky little prick

I had my yearly checkup today with my doctor. As I waited on the examination table, clad only in my boxers, the nurse stepped in. Oh, but she was a pretty young thing, no more than twenty-four, with a cute little upturned nose, a bright gleaming smile, and everything pert in its right place.

"Lie back on the table for me, please," she commanded, and this is when I sensed trouble. My boxers are slit in the front to allow easy access. It just makes it easier to take a piss at work or to duck behind a door for a quick scratch. It also allows for easy exit when lying on your back on a doctor's examining table in front of a hot young nurse. She turned to consult my chart and I hastily arranged all my manly bits as best I could to hide properly behind the gaping flap of my shorts.

So then this pretty young nurse turned back to me wielding one of those digital thermometers they shove into your ear. When she inserted the probe into my ear, she also thrust her pudenda into my left arm. I was lying there waiting for her to be done checking my ear, feeling her up with my left forearm. There was nowhere for me to go. She had my arm pinned to the table. Her hips fit neatly from my elbow to my knuckles, and I could clearly feel the dip in the middle and a small mound right in the center of that dip. That's when I felt a stirring down below.

"No, no, no, not now," I groaned silently. Immediately a graphic image popped into my mind in full, living color. It was the nurse grinding her hips into mine, moaning with the pleasure of taking all of me as far as it would go, grinding and grinding, groaning and working. Sweating with the effort of slowly riding all the way up and then settling slowly back down so as to feel the full raw power of the pleasure wracking her from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head.

The harder I tried not to think about it, the more intense and real it became. Soon my dick was peeking out of the flap, as if to say, "Hey, what's going on out there? Anything you need me for?"

"No, no," I willed. "Back inside! Get back inside!"

The nurse turned to jot something on my chart and I slapped at my pecker, knocking it down a notch but not halting its fervor. She returned with a stethoscope and spent the next eternity and a half checking my heart and my lungs. Her firm young mons pubis pressed into my forearm again. I gritted my teeth.

This time the treacherous little prick bounced out of my shorts like a child playing in his bedclothes. It stood halfway out of the flap of my boxers and had itself a good look around. It spoke to me, silently but clearly. "You're up to something," it said, "and I'm not leaving until I know what it is."

"There's nothing going on!" I screamed in my mind. "Lie back down!"

"Huh uh," it said. "Nothing doing. No how, no way." It stretched its head as far as it could and opened its one good eye wide. "I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"But there's nothing going on," I pleaded, knowing I had lost the struggle. I felt the fullness down below that announces a throbbing blue-veiner. There was nothing I could do now.

The nurse was done with her stethoscope and pulled the ear pieces down to her shoulders. "Well, you have a good..." Her eyes widened when her elbow bumped my penis in the head. I hoped it knocked some sense into the little bastard. Her face reddened and she turned back to my chart. As she scribbled, her tight little butt twitched in a most lovely manner.

My treacherous little dickhead stood at its full height now, with its hands on its hips admiring the view. "Oh, she's cute, isn't she?" it said, grinning a wide careless grin. "What a peach!"

I reached down and gripped it by the neck. "Shut the fuck up!" I hissed as quietly as I could.

The nurse stopped scribbling. "What was that?" she asked, half turning to me.

"Oh," I stammered. "Uh, what was my blood pressure?"

"I haven't taken it yet," she said. Nice. What else could I do to expose myself as nothing more than a hormone-crazed lout? I tucked my prick back into my shorts to no avail. It sprang immediately back to full attention.

The nurse turned around with a blood pressure cuff and stared directly at my discomfort. Her full lips parted. Her pink little tongue bobbed slightly against her gleaming white teeth. Again, she was just as lovely as a fuzzy dew-dropped peach. She tossed the cuff on the counter and edged toward the door.

"The doctor will be with you shortly," she announced as she fled the room.

I turned to my dick. "Okay, bastard," I said, "now you'll get yours!" I punched it solidly in the head. I hope it saw stars because the pain doubled me over. At least the cheerful little beast started to recede.

The punishment for treason is death, but I think death is too good for the little prick. I have sentenced it to life at hard labor. Every day from now until the end of its natural span I shall work it until it pukes.

It will give me great pleasure.