Healing Hands | Body Exploration 1 (Patreon)

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Do y'all remember Toby from his original run? He's back! A little medical erotica to get us started on a new era of Jay's Stories 😉

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When you work in healthcare, you'd know that family and friends ask you questions about medicine like you're a free consultant. Sometimes the questions are easy to answer, and sometimes they're so personal you wonder why they don't just go see their doctor. 

I'm not even a doctor! I’m a nurse. I'm good at what I do, and what I do not do is diagnose conditions. I've explained this to my close ones multiple times, but it never stops them from trying. 

“Hey, are you bound by that Hippo thing even though you're a nurse?” Steven, a friend asks me while we hang out at my place. He's an old friend, but life has kept us busy and apart. So this is the first time I've seen him in a bit. 

“HIPAA.” I correct him and pour him a cup of tea. “Technically, yes. But if you're about to show me something, you should know that you're also technically not my patient.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steven said while staring at the steam coming up at him. He looks nervous, like he really wants to say something. 

“How's Lacey?” I ask curiously. I was at their wedding but I haven't hung out with them together since. They were one of the first in our friend group to get hitched. 

“Yeah, she's good,” he says without looking up from his cup. “We're good.” 

It was the type of response that demanded another question. I waited to see if he would continue by himself before asking, “Thinking about kids? Or enjoying the double income life?” 

That's when all the secrets started spilling out. He took a big gulp of tea before leaning back on my dining room chair and started talking. 

“We haven't fucked since the honeymoon, and even that wasn't as much as it should've been.” 

“It's her fault. She always wants the same position every single time.” 

“She said I can’t get her off but she won't try anything else.” 

A lot of times, being a nurse is also being a counsellor. So, sitting and nodding wasn’t unusual for me while my friend ranted about his marriage. When he finally stopped, he looked a little guilty that he said too much, but he also looked a lot more relaxed.

“The research says that couples should try to set a weekly time to explore,” I offer and he scoffs at that. 

“Bro, I can’t even get up for her anymore.”

We’re in our 20’s so that definitely isn't normal. Being in the profession that I'm in, I couldn't help but ask more questions. 

“Has this been going on for a long time?” 

“At least a month.” 

“Are you on any medication?” He shakes his head while looking at his cup of tea again. “Do you want to try one?”

“Fuck, aren't I too young for that?” Steven looks up at me for a second before downing the rest of his tea. I shrug and pour him more water from the kettle. 

“Well, if it's bothering you, you should see a doctor.” 

“Yeah, and tell him about my limp dick? No thanks.” He scoffs again. Then, he shakes his head and gives me a fake smile. “My bad, dude. How are you?”

“It's fine,” I say. “I can see why it's frustrating.” We sit in the silence until he speaks again. 

“I can’t even jerk off in the house. Well, it's a shoebox apartment. Everytime I try, it's like…” He makes a fluttering sound with his lips and curls his index finger in a deflating motion. 

“Have you tried anything? Cut out porn or …” 

“Porn is the only action I get. Don't take that away from me,” Stephen says while finally making steady eye contact with me. 

“But you don't get an erection when you watch it?” I ask curiously.

“An erection? Very professional.” He smiles. “No, I get hard. It just doesn't stay.” 

“Can you finish?” 

“Sometimes. Sometimes it takes too long and she gets home before I can.” 

I can see the whole situation now. He's completely repressed and unsatisfied, looking for a way out. Too afraid to see a professional about it, so that's why he asked to hang out. 

“It's pathetic, I know.” 

“Sex is complicated.” I shrug. “You're not the only one.” 

“You have problems too?” Steven asked, almost with a hopeful tone. 

“I, uh, am not the one that needs to keep it up when I have sex.” My ears start burning at the fact that I'm talking to a straight guy about gay sex. 

He nods like it makes sense to him. Then, he says, “I guess it's probably just hanging out there cold.” 

I laugh at the imagery. “Well, I am usually hard. Not every guy is like that but for me, if something is touching my prostate, it usually does it.” 

“Oh yeah?” Steven says then leans back on his chair, deep in thought. 

“It's something you guys can try.”

That makes him laugh and he says, “Toby, I can’t even get her to do doggy style more often. She ain't sticking her finger up my ass.” 

“I mean, you could do it yourself.” 

He looked like he was about to counter my argument for a second, and then he went back into a state of deep thought. 

“Does it feel good?” 

“For me, it does.” I shrug.

“And it'll get me hard?”

“Well, I don't know that.” I shrug again. I offer him more tea but he refuses. “Everyone is different.” 

“Do guys get hard doing prostate exams?” I could feel his curiosity mounting. 

“I was in the room just once when a doctor was doing it. He was definitely hard but the doctor was a bit of a bombshell so it could've been that.” 

“Would you know how to do one?” Steven asks. 

“It's not super hard.” I chuckle. “There's only one way to go. You can't really do it wrong.” 

Then he asked me, quietly but with an air of determination.

“Can you help me? Just once, so I know where it is.” 

“You should really see a professional about that…” I hesitate. 

“Please. I don't want to have a stranger’s finger up my butt.” Steven looks at me sincerely and it convinces me. 

“Ok. The bed is probably the easiest.” We go over to my room and I lay out a towel. 

“Do I cover up or…?” He looks so nervous, even though it's his idea.

“Sure.” I give him another towel and turn away as he pulls down his pants. 

“On my stomach or on my back?” 

“Stomach,” I say and then change my mind. “Back. It'll be easier for… our purposes.” 

Once Steven was in place, I turned around and put on my gloves. Applying a little bit of lube on my finger, I lift his towel and feel blindly. 

“Oh!” He jumps at my touch. “A little lower.” I think I touched his balls. I creep down until the warmth of his crevice spreads over my gloved hand. 

“Just relax, ok?” I suddenly feel a rush of blood going into my groin as I spread the lube on my friend’s ring. “It shouldn't hurt.” 

“Oh…” He takes a deep breath as I penetrate him. “Fuck, that feels weird.” 

“Lift your legs a little?” He does, making the towel slide to cover only his crotch. If I turned my head, I would be able to look right into his hole. 

His face is concentrated as I gently explore inside him, feeling around for something I usually don't look for as a bottom. 

A sudden exhale from him made me stop. I felt it too. A little nub. 

“This is your prostate.” I prod at it a little and watch his eyebrows furrow. 

“Yeah, ok.” Steven bites his lips. “I don't really feel anything, except pressure.” His hand disappears under the top towel, and I feel the vibrations of him scratching his crotch.

“Can I add another finger?” I ask. “That might help.”