Vignette #2
Vignette #2
I tapped on the door as I pushed it open. He was on the examination table. His only clothing were socks and that ridiculous paper exam gown. Creased and stiff and open to the back, the paper gown did little to cover his body. I murmured that it would be just a minute or two while I got ready. I stepped up to the table and asked him to lay back. As he did, the short paper gown slid up revealing his thighs, up to his flaccid penis and loosely hanging testicles. I swung the stirrups and knee pads in place, then lifted his leg, fit the knee pad under the bend in his knee, and placed his heel into the stirrup. I saw him pull his other leg in towards his body, a small motion that did nothing to protect his exposure. I lifted the other leg and placed it securely over the knee pad and into the stirrup. I warned him that now I was going to move his legs into place, then cranked the leg supports further apart, wider and wider, until he could be spread no more. I could see the anxiety on his face before I turned and prepared the items on the little rolling stainless steel tray. As I wheeled the tray into place, I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his penis starting to swell. I washed my hands then pulled each latex glove on with a snap that made him jump ever so slightly. The lubrication felt cool through the glove as I squirted a fat line of it on my index finger. Pressing my finger against his puckered rectum, I slathered it with the lubricant, and then added more to my hand and fingers, liberally coating them until they were shiny and slick. “Are you ready? I asked. “Just a little pressure now,” as my fingers began their invasion into the depths of his body.
I tapped on the door as I pushed it open. He was on the examination table. His only clothing were socks and that ridiculous paper exam gown. Creased and stiff and open to the back, the paper gown did little to cover his body. I murmured that it would be just a minute or two while I got ready. I stepped up to the table and asked him to lay back. As he did, the short paper gown slid up revealing his thighs, up to his flaccid penis and loosely hanging testicles. I swung the stirrups and knee pads in place, then lifted his leg, fit the knee pad under the bend in his knee, and placed his heel into the stirrup. I saw him pull his other leg in towards his body, a small motion that did nothing to protect his exposure. I lifted the other leg and placed it securely over the knee pad and into the stirrup. I warned him that now I was going to move his legs into place, then cranked the leg supports further apart, wider and wider, until he could be spread no more. I could see the anxiety on his face before I turned and prepared the items on the little rolling stainless steel tray. As I wheeled the tray into place, I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his penis starting to swell. I washed my hands then pulled each latex glove on with a snap that made him jump ever so slightly. The lubrication felt cool through the glove as I squirted a fat line of it on my index finger. Pressing my finger against his puckered rectum, I slathered it with the lubricant, and then added more to my hand and fingers, liberally coating them until they were shiny and slick. “Are you ready? I asked. “Just a little pressure now,” as my fingers began their invasion into the depths of his body.
14年前
