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Army Medic (mm)
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ARMY MEDIC
Jack Sprat
Being drafted into the military, I felt sure that I would be assigned to
some type of engineering duties, but the army had other ideas. They
made me a medic. I was very upset as I knew nothing about medicine or
first aid. Patient care and medicine did not interest me in the least. After
my medical training, and when I was assigned to hospital ward duty, my attitude
changed . I found my work with the young soldier patients to be very
gratifying. Neither the military, nor my patients ever guessed I was gay.
On the pre-op surgical ward, I was the one who prepared the young
patients for surgery. This meant shaving and giving them an enema the night
before. If it were an appendectomy or an inguinal hernia case, all of
their crotch hair had to be removed.
The prep room was a private area with an examining table that had the
clean white paper that was always replaced for the next patient. Alongside the
table was a double ring stand basin with two bowls of warm water, soap, a
razor, and clean towels. When a young patient entered, I would ask him to strip
completely naked, lie on the examining table and spread his legs wide.
Naturally, I had to be ethical, and I was. I'd lather his crotch and let the
razor do its work. This, of course, included gripping each ball as I shaved
his sac. Also, tender and caring, I'd take his soft dick and shave away
imaginary fuzz, wondering its size if it were erect. I would have him turn
over and shave the innerside of his legs, admiring a beautiful bare butt. My
thumb and forefinger would gently open the bottom of his crack exposing his
pucker. I'd run the razor gently, just inside his lower crack, like there were
hairs to be removed. A fresh water rinse followed, with my toweled hand
pushing deeply inside his tight cheeks. rubbing him dry. Turning him over, I
would again rinse and dry his hairless, shaven crotch.
The enema area was in the ward bathroom, partitioned off by a cloth screen.
A patient would arrive just before bed time, a robe covering his body. I
would have him remove it and he would stand naked as I filled the enema can to
its brim then liberally grease up the hose tip. It was O.K. to give another
inspection of his crotch, sans hair, joking with him as to my expert
barbering and how drafty it was going to be down there for awhile.
Greased tip in hand, I would have him bend over and put his hands on his
knee caps. Moving behind him, getting a good look at his healthy hanging
balls, I would spread his butt and momentarily inspect his tight pucker.
I needed to insert the hose maybe five or six inches. Usually, I pushed it a
little higher. I explained that he was to receive a full enema, to get
him really cleaned out, that if he wasn't completely clean, he could shit all
over the operating table during his surgery.
After running all the hot, soapy water up his ass, I would slowly slide
the hose out, and ask him to hold the water for five minutes if he possible
could. I would look at my watch and wait, taking admiring glances at his naked
anatomy. Some became quite uncomfortable, grimmaced and squirmed, making an
extra effort to keep their asshole clamped extra tight to hold the water
that pressed against it. Most were able to hold it for the five minutes, then
made a mad dash to the nearest commode.
One kid took a half a can, screamed "I can't hold any more", yanked the
hose out, and dove to the toilet. When he had fully relieved himself, I told
him it was essential to take the rest. He complied a second time, bent over,
and I again shoved the hose up his ass to complete the job.
Penicillin was just coming on the market and the dosage was weak.
Those prescribed the drug got a shot every four hours moving to one arm to
the other, then to one buttock and the other. I had to give the shots and
would assist them in pulling down their PJ's for access to their butts.
I've never seen so many young, cute cheeks. It was hard not to explore
further, but I had to control myself. I could, however, take an alcohol
drenched surgical sponge and massage the cheek that received needle entrance,
having the satisfaction of touch.
Once, a young boy was brought in with a head injury. He was unconscious.
He was assigned a private room and I had to undress and bathe him. Naturally,
his uncut pecker had to be washed, which I did, sliding back its skin and
giving his cherry a good cleansing, plus working plenty of soap against his
sac and balls. His young, fresh, pink, cheeks really turned me on. Two
beautiful mounds and a nice tight crack. I washed deeply several times to make
sure he was clean, paying special attention to the top of his youthful pucker.
I wanted to slip my soapy finger inside him, but to take advantage of his
condition was just not right.
The boy seemed fully recovered the second day, but the doctors decided to
keep him a week for observation. I was obsessed by his beautiful butt and
wanted to see it again. I didn't know what finesse to use to make him
unsuspecting of anything out of routine. It was my duty to take his
temperature orally at bedtime, and I thought of a perfect solution.
The following night I appeared with a tube of KY and a rectal thermometer.
I told him that the thermometer jar, containing the oral thermometers, which
were sterilizing when not in use, had been dropped, breaking the most of them.
Only rectal thermometers were available. Without questioning, the kid pulled
down his PJ's, rolled to his stomach, and spread his legs. His beautiful butt
and pucker was for my viewing. I lubed the thermometer, spread his cheeks
and slipped the glass rod up his ass, the upper half erotically sticking out.
While temperature time was three minutes, I left it up him for five minutes
admiring his backside anatomy. I did this for four nights in a row. He never
questioned and was never wiser.
I felt I was a very good, compassionate medic, doing whatever I could to
make the patients comfortable and giving as much TLC as possible. All I did
was in the line of duty, but perhaps, at times, applying a small bit of over-
enthusiasm. The thermometer episode was the only time I felt I really stepped
over my bounds.
God! He had a cute ass.
The End
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