A Hospital Stay [Part 7]

“Well,” Dr Carlson said, drawing the word out dubiously. “It’s certainly possible that the surgery didn’t work. We discussed that possibility. You feel some sensitivity, you say?”

I nodded.

I was doing my best to tell myself that what’d happened with Kate wasn’t, uh, dispositive.

After all, she’d showed up after I’d been basically edged by Mia, under Dr. Carlson’s close supervision. 

But cumming so fast with her certainly didn’t seem like it indicated anything good.

I didn't want to share the sordid details. I couldn’t exactly tell Dr. Carlson that a visitor had had sex with me, could I? So I’d settled for talking about feeling some sensitivity.

Dr. Carlson just shrugged. “I mean, really, we can’t say yet whether the procedure worked or not, James.”

I nodded again, glumly, this time. 

I'd expected this. And even if I could tell her exactly what had happened, I could imagine what she’d say. It was just one data point. Inconclusive. More data required; further testing needed.

As if to echo my thoughts, Dr. Carlson said, severely, “Look, James. It’s only been a few hours. Your experience right now doesn’t indicate anything. Give the healing time to happen, alright? The sensitivity might fade over the next few days, or it might not. We'll have to wait and see."

She peered down at me dubiously in the bed. "But I’m scheduling someone to come by and do some tests. Oh, and wound care to stop by, to look at the surgical incisions in addition to your stab wounds. The last thing you need right now is an infection!”

I sighed, and nodded a third time. 

—

Wound care meant Natalie.

And as a result, every time the door to my room opened and I saw a woman in a pair of scrubs walked in, I tensed up. 

I knew Natalie would come by eventually. It was only a matter of time. I had just hoped to know where things stood with my stamina before she did. I now had a serious case of performance anxiety.

I wanted to finally last longer with her, like I’d used to. To try to better-understand what was going on in her head when she looked at me.

But more than wanting that, now I was worried what it would mean for me if I couldn't last with her.

Not only would it confirm her impressions of me. It would mean that maybe I was stuck this way forever.

On top of this downward spiral of thoughts, I’d now been in the hospital long enough that I was starting to feel stir-crazy. I wanted to be out of here – out of this bed and walking around, in sunlight instead of under fluorescent lights, at a restaurant with friends instead of eating shitty hospital food by myself.

In sum: I felt like I was starting to lose it a little bit. 

And then the door opened and a woman walked in. I felt my body coil up…but I relaxed when I realized it was Mia, giving me a slightly anxious smile. 

She closed the door behind her. I watched her lean frame as she bent over to grab my chart, the lines of her lithe body as she stood. The frown on her pretty features, red ponytail swishing behind her as she examined the chart. And then her blue eyes locked on mine. “So…how’s the recovery going?”

“Uh…” What to say to that question, in light of what had just happened with Kate.

She gave me a questioning look at my hesitation, moving to sit in the chair beside the bed.

“I’m…not sure the surgery worked,” I said, frankly.

Mia scowled. “How'd you test that? Did Natalie come by?”

I shook my head. “Actually, uh…another friend stopped by.”

Mia laughed. It was a surprisingly loud, infectious sound from the shy young woman; I couldn’t help but grin.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you have another friend. God, James. So you, what…finished fast, with this other friend?”

“Something like that, yeah.” I felt a little sheepish about it.

She nodded, and bit her lip, pensively. “I mean, I was, um…working you over pretty good yesterday before the surgery. Could you have just been really worked up?”

I shrugged, uneasily. “I mean, yeah, I wondered about that, too. You, uh…you did…the ultrasound took a while.” I could feel the blush creeping onto my face. 

She looked smug, now, which was infuriating. She was so slight. Without the stab wounds, I could’ve picked Mia up, slung her over my shoulder, and run up and down a few flights of stairs, no problem. I could maybe have done it with two Mias.

So how was it that I ended up at her mercy? At all these women’s mercy?

Mia leaned in. “Well. I, for one, am interested in whether you’ve recovered or not. Should we…test it?” She slowly ran her tongue along her lips. She was wearing lipstick, today – a dark red shade. They made her lips look plump, inviting; gave her mouth a liquid shine. Suddenly, I couldn’t look anywhere else.

Mia had made me cum incredibly quickly with her last blowjob. I was sure this would feel great. It’d be a good test. I just…

I just hoped I could last.

Slowly, almost tentatively, she pulled away my hospital gown. I wasn’t fully hard yet – but that was rapidly changing. She paused, looking down at my cock.

“God, you have a nice dick,” she said. “When I first heard Natalie talking in the break room I thought she was just being ridiculous, but…” Mia just trailed off, staring as my cock visibly grew and hardened under her gaze.

The surge to my ego made me suddenly very appreciative of Mia.

“Why’d you even get with Natalie, of all people during college, anyway?” The question came out of her a little plaintively. “Guys always go for girls like her. Hot and bitchy. And she's especially being a bitch to you. Do you like that, or something?”

The question made me uncomfortable; I winced and shook my head, vehemently. “No. She wasn't a bitch, back then. And…I don’t know that I was that great a guy back then, if I’m honest.” 

Mia just gave me a look of disbelief. “If you say so. It's still pretty messed up that she’s gloating about how fast you get off. Especially if it's, y'know, a medical condition.”

I nodded glumly at that…but admittedly, I felt conflicted. I knew Natalie felt like I’d treated her badly. Her unwillingness to talk about it had me at a bit of a loss. I wanted to talk about it, see if there was something I could do. That we could do.

But honestly, the way things had been going, I wasn’t sure if there was anything I could do about it, even if I had wanted to...even if she’d wanted me to.

Mia was already moving on anyway. “All the more reason to see if the surgery helped, right? God, the look on her face if she couldn’t get you off easily. So let’s see how long you…” she leaned forward over my cock, eyes locked on mine.

And then we both heard the door opening.

Mia was quick to pull away, to feign nonchalance. 

I was quick to rearrange the hospital gown.

But the bed was in full view of the door. There was absolutely no way we moved fast enough to avoid whoever this was getting a very clear impression of what was happening.

“Okay, big guy, Dr. Carlson said she’s sending Mia by, to do…some…tests…”

It was Denise. Thank god. She trailed off as she swiftly assessed what was going on, quickly closing the door behind her.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If that had been …hell, anybody else, things would’ve just gotten a lot more complicated then they already were.

Mia looked relieved as well, but still tense. “Y-yeah, I-I was just about to do the standard, um, battery of…”

Denise rolled her eyes and interrupted her. “Good effort dear. But I’m afraid the bedside manner when I walked in was rather telling. There was nothing standard about your body language.”

We both silently watched Denise as she started her usual daily bustle about the room, doing her check of supplies, equipment, and the like. 

Then Denise glanced over at me. “And James, putting a hospital gown over your erection is like putting a dust cover over a couch. We can still tell what’s under there, and in this case it’s not a sectional 3-seater. You might as well go ahead and get it back out.” 

I snorted, bemused.

Mia looked at me, waiting to see what I’d do.

It felt like a relatively easy choice to me. Denise had seen it all already. And Mia had practically walked in on her running a test just the other day, hadn’t she?

And I wanted to see if what had happened with Kate had been a fluke.

So: slowly, deliberately, I pulled the hospital gown aside once more.

The energy in the room shifted, palpably. 

Mia was staring at my cock again. But she didn’t move to touch it, glancing uncertainly over at Denise.

Denise paused in her movements around the room, looking over at the two of us. “Well, Mia, Dr. Carlson did say you were going to run some tests. Don’t mind me; you know she can get impatient. We wouldn’t want her to decide to stop by while the tests are still in progress, would we?” 

She sounded expectant, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about what Mia had been planning to do.

Mia was suddenly shy. “U-um…” She looked down at my cock, and then over at Denise again.

“Want some assistance, maybe?” Denise’s voice was even, businesslike.

Mia nodded, hesitant.

Denise gave me a little wry smile as she came up behind Mia. She was enjoying this. I had to admit, watching Mia squirm was a refreshing change of pace; I was a little amused, too.

But her tone when she spoke again was professional and humorless. “Now, James’s symptoms prior to the surgery included premature ejaculation. Isn’t that right, James?”

My amusement was instantly drowned under a wave of embarrassment at those words. I hated hearing the clinical diagnosis out loud. “Uh…yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.

“So we’d better see if that symptom is still presenting itself,” Denise said, matter-of-factly. “Mia, if you’d start by stimulating him, please.”

Denise had brought a bottle of the lubricant they used for ultrasounds over with her, I realized. And, without further preamble, she slowly poured a thin stream of it onto my cock.

Mia stared at the sticky liquid drizzling onto my length. “R-right...” I could see the audience made her nervous. But she grasped my length and gave me a pump.

Denise nodded encouragingly. “Good. Now James, of course, you’ll just try to control yourself, so we can see how your response has changed, if anything.”

“S-sure…” I bit back a moan as I felt Mia’s hand deftly stroke my length, lubricating it. Something about Denise’s clinical demeanor made me feel more reserved. For a moment, we were all silent, the only sound the wet shlick of Mia’s hand as she pumped my length. 

“He does have quite a big penis, doesn’t he, Mia?” Denise said, evenly. “Let me know if your arm gets tired.”

Mia murmured agreement, but was keeping up the pace.

“Now, I think what will give us the best sense of whether the procedure’s made any difference is if we make this a little more…provocative.” Denise might as well have been discussing the weather. “We’ll want to use some spicier language than we might otherwise, to help set the mood. Make this feel a little less clinical.” 

Mia looked curious. “Like what?”

I was already starting to redden, recalling what Denise had talked about last time.

“Oh, you know. Maybe just start by telling us about your dating life, Mia.”

“...my dating life?” Mia slowed her strokes, puzzled.

“Sure. Like…are you seeing anyone? Got a boyfriend?”

“If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t be, y’know…” Mia trailed off shyly, looking at her hand moving up and down my length and then glancing up at Denise.

Denise nodded approvingly. “I thought as much, dear, but thought I’d ask. Now…ever had your hands on a cock as big as James’s, here?”

I heard a sharp little inhalation from Mia on the word cock coming out of Denise’s mouth. But she just mutely shook her head, gaze shifting back to my thick shaft as she pumped.

Denise was pleased. “Mmm, I didn’t think so. There’s a little look in your eye when you look at it.”

Mia was abashed. “I-I just…guess the guys I’ve dated have been…smaller.” 

My cock visibly twitched at the comparison. God, her hand felt good, and she might as well have been stroking my ego along with my cock.

Denise raised an eyebrow. “All of them?” 

Mia nodded. “I…I’d never even considered using two hands on a cock before I met James,” she confessed. “But with him…” as she spoke, she brought her other hand to my length, starting to stroke me with both hands, in unison. 

I groaned. If Denise wanted to have Mia talking about how big my dick was while she jerked me off, well – I was all for it. It was nice not to be talking about my shortcomings, for a change.

“And you like it, huh?” Denise’s voice was softer, now.

Mia just nodded, mutely.

“What do you like about it? Tell him, not me,” Denise instructed.

Mia’s blue eyes locked on mine. “I-it’s thick,” she whispered. “My hands get around it, but only just barely. A-and when I went to suck it…it was a bit of a struggle, you know? E-even getting my lips around your head took some doing.”

“Oh my god, Mia. You sucked James’s cock?” Denise sounded scandalized.

In point of fact, I’d already told Denise about that. She was clearly hamming it up for Mia’s benefit.

“Yeah.” Mia said it softly, a flush creeping across her pale features. She was still staring at my cock.

“My goodness. I bet it did take some doing. He’s so girthy. It must’ve been so much to fit in your little mouth. Do you think you’d like having him inside you?” Denise’s voice was intent.

Mia hesitated, then nodded again. Her hands were gripping me tighter, tightly enough that I could visibly see her squeezing my length, compressing my cock under her fingers.

I moaned again.

Denise glanced at me. “James? How’re things feeling?”

I had a sudden realization. Mia’s hands felt incredible.

But I felt like I could last a while longer.

Had…had the surgery worked? 

Denise seemed to understand my train of thought. “Mia, I want you to pick up the pace for a moment. Really test him.”

Mia glanced at Denise, then at me. I could see comprehension dawning on her face as well – that I didn’t seem like I was going to cum from this – and then got a look in her eye that I recalled from first meeting her.

Determined, slightly competitive.

Probably thinking about how Natalie had made me cum so quickly with a handjob.

Mia was suddenly jacking me off with a level of intensity I hadn’t expected. 

“A-ah, fuck– “ The words turned into a strangled sound.

Mia didn’t have Natalie’s assured competence, that sense that she was gauging my reactions to hone in on exactly what would get me off. But what she was missing in technique, she made up for in enthusiasm. 

Grinning a shy little grin, she worked my cock at a pace that was clearly the fastest she could manage. Everyone was silent for a few moments, the only sound the wet shlickshlickshlick of her jacking me.

“I-is this gonna make you cum?” She sounded more curious than anything else. 

“I-I don’t…nngh–” It was hard to respond with the sensation, but I thought the sound communicated approximately what I wanted: that it felt amazing, but I didn’t think I was imminently going to lose control.

“Hmm.” Denise made a pleased sound. “Okay, you can slow down again, Mia.”

Mia’s hand slowed. “You do seem like you’re handling this better.” Her bright blue eyes locked on mine. She managed to look somehow simultaneously impressed and disappointed.

Denise nodded her agreement. “It certainly seems improved, doesn’t it, James? Do you think you could handle…more?” 

I was feeling encouraged. I stared down at Mia’s hand as it slowly pumped me. I could handle this. I was handling this. “I…I think so, actually.”

I looked at Mia, who was looking at me.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about fucking his cock ever since you sucked it, haven’t you, Mia?” Denise’s tone was conversational again.

“Yeah.” Mia said the word breathlessly – whether it was from her efforts jerking me off or from arousal, I couldn’t say.

And then, wordlessly, she started stripping off her scrubs.

I felt my breath catch at the sight of her pale legs, the gap between her taut thighs. Her body had an appealing leanness.

She moved on top of me a little hesitantly, slim and light. “It, uh…it might…” she mumbled and trailed off, staring down at the contrast of my cock and her tight body.

I didn’t blame her; I was confident she was tight all over. My cock looked massive up against her; it did not seem like this was going to be straightforward. “Hey, if you don’t want to, we, uh, don’t have to…”

“Nonsense, James.” Denise said briskly. “She’s been thinking about it. Nonstop, I’m sure. Imagining how you’ll feel, how you’re bigger than anybody she’s ever had before. She wants to. Right, Mia?”

Mia nodded again, shyly.

Denise looked pleased. “See? And where there’s a will, there’s a way. Now, James, you’re nice and lubricated. Just line up with her entrance…”

Denise watched as Mia and I shifted, the head of my cock sliding up against her. Even with my cock already lubricated, I could feel how hot and wet she was, practically dripping onto me.

“Fuck.” Mia gasped out the word at the sensation, and I let out a grunt. I could feel myself parting her open, but…

…Well. It just didn’t seem like I was going to fit. The very tip of my bulbous head was in her, but I could feel the resistance at my girth. She was stretching to accommodate me, but it just didn’t feel like there would be enough space.

I held still, looking at Mia with concern. Obviously, I didn’t want to hurt her. She was looking down as if a little shocked by just how real the anatomical challenge was turning out to be.

Denise assessed what was going on, looking at our expressions – and at the thick, bulbous tip of my cock. Mia glanced over at Denise, a combination of embarrassment and frustration on her face. “He’s, uh…he’s really big. I-I don’t know if I can…”

Denise’s voice was soothing, understanding. “Well, Mia, if he’s just too big, he’s just too big. I mean, Natalie was able to do it, it sounded like. Years ago, even. But everybody is built differently, of course…’

Denise trailed off. Her expression was neutral. Not teasing at all. 

But I suspected that it was calibrated to prod Mia, and it worked.

She glanced sharply at Denise, suddenly furious. I could see the determination, the competitive edge in the expression.

"I can." And then she bit her lip and forced herself down a little further on me, whimpering.

I groaned as I felt the entirety of the head of my cock slip inside her. The hot, wet grip of her stretching around me was exquisite.

“O-oh god,” Mia moaned.

“Slowly, Mia,” Denise’s voice was low, intense. “Let him stretch you slowly. James, hold still, please.” 

The wanton, overwhelmed pleasure in Mia’s voice had me frozen even before Denise had opened her mouth.

Denise continued. “Good work, dear. Now, just breathe, let yourself relax into him. James, look at her expression, how much she’s enjoying this.”

I stared into Mia’s blue eyes. Fuck, this was so hot. I could tell that Mia was teetering on the precipice between pleasure and pain. I did my best to hold still, not wanting to hurt her.

Slowly, inexorably, gravity and Mia’s efforts combined to slide me deeper inside her.

God, she was tight. Her pussy was soaking wet; it was the only reason this was possible at all. Her body gripped my thick shaft with an intensity I hadn’t ever felt before.

Mia was letting out a series of rapid, panting, slightly pained moans as she tried to adapt to the sensation of my cock filling her. Each breath was punctuated by a gasped “F-f-fuck–”

“Keep holding still, James. Let her body get used to you.” Denise was watching us with interest.

I did my best to obey Denise, but it was admittedly difficult. The sensation was so intense, the instinct to move, to thrust, was almost uncontrollable.

Mia sank down deeper on my thick length, and suddenly let out a sharp gasp. “I-I don’t think I can–”

“Sure you can, dear. You’re doing it, even now. Just–”

“N-no,” Mia whispered the word out. “I-I mean, I t-think I’m…gonna cum," she confessed.

“No, dear,” Denise said, sharply. “Not yet. We need to test James. You have to stay in control.”

Mia groaned, and I watched as her eyes rolled back slightly.

“I-I know…he just feels s-so...” she whimpered.

The embarrassment in her voice sent a surge of arousal through me.

"Come on, Mia. You're a professional, right?" Denise was impatient. I almost laughed at the incongruity of the statement.

"Nnngh -- I-I’m not sure I’ll be able t-to keep from..." she trailed off, voice trembling.

“Just focus,” Denise was stern. “Don’t cum. You want to help James, right?”

Mia nodded, but there was a desperation in her voice. “I’m trying, b-but…”

I could actually feel her pussy fluttering around me, rapidly clenching my girth. God. I struggled to control myself, to keep from thrusting into her further.

Denise was observing closely. “Mia,” she warned.

“O-oh no,” Mia whispered. It was as if the fluttering movement I could feel around me, that tremor in her voice, had spread through her whole body.

Denise tried one last time. “Deep breaths, Mia. Just be a good girl and–”

“H-he’s just too big. I-I can’t, I-I’m sorry–” Mia practically wailed the words, shame in her voice. Her eyes were locked on mine.

And then she squeezed her eyes shut, and I felt her body lock up, pussy clamping down on me.

She convulsed around me, tight and hard, as if she were trying to squeeze me out of her. But my thick length was deeply buried in her, and it just meant I groaned at the sudden increase in sensation.

And then she drove herself the rest of the way down on me as she orgasmed. “F-fuck, James, oh god–”

I felt a gush of fluid on my abdomen as she came, squirting.

Well. That was it for my self control. I gripped her around her waist and started fucking her through her orgasm. She squealed, burying her face into my chest.

How she felt – tight, wet, trembling and writhing atop me – as I pumped into her was so satisfying.

Demure little Mia, who’d made me cum so quickly with a blowjob, was losing her mind to an all-consuming, full-body orgasm atop my cock.

Finally somebody else was losing control besides me.

Fortunately – or maybe unfortunately – the thought, accompanied by the sensations, was enough to send me flying over the edge in no time.

A few strokes of my thick length into Mia, and I grunted, spraying a load deep inside her. 

“Oh god, you're throbbing, I can feel you cumming, it's so much,” Mia moaned the words out brokenly, still in the throes of her own climax.

Denise made a dismayed sound.

But I was beyond caring; the satisfying sensation of Mia atop me, losing control, consumed me. 

Her movements milked more and more out of me, over and over, and each spurt from my cock seemed to send her even more deeply into the throes of passion.

For the next few moments, the only sounds were the two of us losing control together.

And then it was quiet except for our breathing.

Denise spoke first, and I felt only a modest spike of embarrassment at her beleaguered tone. “Well. Neither of you were supposed to…” she trailed off into a sigh. “I’m not sure what to take away from that little test.”

Mia lifted her head off my chest, looking shyly at me. 

I understood Denise’s point. I hadn’t lasted an especially long time; with Mia’s performance, it was hard to say if I’d lasted long enough.

I wasn’t sure I cared. I gave Mia a wink.

Yeah, Dr. Carlsen might grade this result inconclusive as well,. She might say that further testing was required.

Looking at Mia’s breathless, blushing, satisfied face – I felt like I’d gotten at least some of my groove back.

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Author's Note: As mentioned, the next part will be the finale!