So there I was, crossing the street, minding my own business, when this cab comes careening around the corner!

I tried to jump out of the way, flailing my arms . The wild cab whizzed past me and my arm SMACKED against the windshield. The impact sent me flying! I landed in the gutter and the cab kept on going. Damn, my arm hurt.

Of course, no one on the sidewalk stopped to help me. With my arm fucking killing me, I got to my feet and and used my good arm to hail a cab! So ironic.

When I got to the Emergency Room I refused to tip the cab driver - just on principal.

After waiting half an hour to see a doctor (shocking, isn't it?) I was led to a curtained off bed and told to take off my clothes and put on a gown. The bitch of a nurse seemed clueless to the fact that I only had one good arm. I have no idea why I was told to put on a gown when all I had was a broken arm, but I did as I was told (and thanked my Mom for insisting I always wear clean underwear!).

After struggling to get into the gown I lay down on the bed and wished someone would give me a painkiller. As if on command, this male nurse came through the curtain with a hypodermic needle.

"Finally," I said, grateful for the prospect of having the throbbing in my arm.

"So what happened?" he asked as he prepped my other arm for the shot. As I told he the story of the mad cab, I noticed he was young, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three and sort of cute in a next-to-the-wrong-side-of- the-tracks kind of way. As he held my good arm, the warmth of his hand felt nice. I imagined his warm hand slowly making it's way up to my shoulder and down across my chest, pausing to gently massage my nipple, then....

"Ouch!" My sexy revelry was shattered as he stuck the needle in my arm. He must have over done it with the painkiller because I was almost instantly asleep.

When I woke up, the cute orderly was gone, and there was a VERY handsome doctor delicately examining my busted arm. Still in a haze, I checked out his wide shoulders, short dark hair, dark eyes, and his strong lean build.

"I see you're up," the doctor said without looking at my face. I thought it was odd he knew I was awake without looking at me, then noticed he was looking at my crotch.

My visual assessment of his body had had an affect on me I wasn't aware of - but he was! My boner was standing at attention, tenting the flimsy hospital gown the nurse made me put on.

The Doctor reached over and grabbed my dick through the gown. With all the excitement of the day, and the painkillers in my system it was like a religious experience! He completely forgot about my arm and turned his full attention to my raging hard cock.

The curtains were pulled all the way around the bed, so no one could see him pull the fabric off my body and take my thick meat into his mouth. Talk about an excellent 'bedside manor!'

I could hear the other nurses and doctors fussing about on the otherside of the curtains. Turning my head, I could even see their feet as they rushed back and forth unaware that I was getting a REALLY SLOPPY WET blowjob just a couple of feet away!

This doctor must not have had a good cock in his mouth in WEEKS! He was slurping my rod like he was suffocating and my nuts were full of oxygen! Or maybe he knew his time was limited, that a nurse or anyway could pull open the curtain at any moment and he'd be caught. Realizing the danger for him was an additional turn on for me. Imagine being SO cock hungry that you'd risk everything just to suck one!! Damn that was hot to think about! I began to wonder if the male nurse who gave me the painkiller was in on it. I mean, why do I need to by knocked out to kill the pain of a broken arm? Then, I felt the hot rush of jism make it's way up my cock shaft and just as it was about to explode out the tip, my doctor pulled his face off my dick and watched as the jism spewed up into the air! I'll never forget the look of pure pleasure on my doctor's face as he watched my juice land all over the bed.

Instinctively, I pretended to still be knocked out as he pulled the gown and sheet over my to hide the mess. Just then, the curtain was pulled back and the a nurse came in and chatted with my doctor.

My broken arm eventually healed, and I've begun tipping cab drivers again. But, every once and a while, I toy with the idea of needing emergency care again! I mean, really, sometimes needing a blowjob is an emergency!