Healing Doctor Ryan

Excerpt From: Healing Doctor Ryan

Sitting practically naked on an exam table waiting for his doctor was not Ian Fitzgerald’s idea of a good time, especially when he got a stiffy whenever his very qualified oncologist stepped into the room.

As he swung his legs back and forth, he tried to talk to his unruly cock. “Now, Dr. Ryan really doesn’t need you to sit up and take notice every time you hear that deep voice of his. He’s a very busy man. Yes, I know, I’ve seen him look at you too, but maybe it’s just to make sure you’re feeling okay.” Ian gave his pet a quick stroke to soothe him. “Now, Dick, if you’re a good boy, I’ll play with you later.”

The door opened suddenly and Ian’s face heated. Fuck, he hoped Doc hadn’t heard any of that. What would he think if he walked in on a twenty-eight-year-old man talking to his cock? Ian watched the top of Doc’s head as he studied a set of charts, Doc’s black curls shining in the overhead fluorescent lights.

“How am I doing?” Ian asked, tugging his gown down below his knees. He was going to kill his uncooperative body. Hopefully, Doc wouldn’t notice if he kept his gown tented from his chest to his knees.

Dr. Ryan looked up and smiled. Oh crap, that smile got to Ian every time. He sucked the saliva back into his mouth and waited.

“The results look very promising. Your blood tests look good. Of course you’re due for another CAT scan in a month, but so far the surgery and chemotherapy seem to have taken care of the cancer. It’ll be a year next month, that’s a big milestone, congratulations.”

“Thanks.” The clinical reminder of why he was here deflated his erection in seconds. Oh well, at least he wouldn’t embarrass himself again.

“Why don’t you lie down and we’ll get to the exam,” Dr. Ryan said, putting down his folder.

As Ian took his arms out of the utilitarian gown and uncovered his chest, Dr. Ryan seemed to be studying him. “What’s your exercise regime been like lately? I’m noticing a good build up in your upper body.”

The doctor began palpitating Ian’s breasts looking for any sign the cancer had spread from his testicle to another part of his body. It was the reason he still had to have a CT scan every two months. When Dr. Ryan’s fingers brushed over his nipples they immediately pebbled and it took everything in Ian not to moan.

“Ian?” Doc said, reminding him he hadn’t answered the question.

“Oh, sorry. Um, I’ve been running three miles a day, I’m hoping to work back up to my pre-surgery five, but three’s good for now. I also lift a little. Not much, but I go into the gym once or twice a week. Been eating a lot better though, so that helps.”

Those long fingered hands worked their way up to probe and examine Ian’s underarms and then the glands in his neck before moving back down to press on his stomach.

“Even though you’re looking good, your weight is still down.” The oncologist looked him in the eye. “I’d like to see you gain about twenty pounds. I know you lost a lot during your chemotherapy treatments, but those are over. Time to get you back up to fighting weight.”

A bark of laughter erupted from Ian’s throat. “Fighting weight, yeah right. What, the feather weight class?”

“Well, right now I doubt you’d even qualify for that. I know you’re a small man by nature, but you really need to work hard at putting on weight,” Dr. Ryan said, uncovering Ian’s groin.

Ian braced himself. This was always the hard part. Ian did his best to think about something else, while the doctor cupped his sac and examined the remaining testicle. Ian’s cock began to fill right on queue. He blushed and looked down at the erection bobbing against his stomach almost begging for attention. “Sorry,” Ian mumbled.