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Aaron was tired. Exhausted was really the right word. He was a resident. Fresh out of medical school and working his ass off at a small hospital in Omaha Nebraska. He had been able to get into Nebraska medicine by the skin of his teeth, and thanks to his brother's career in exy, he got out relatively debt-free. A miracle if you asked him. The years he spent there had taken over his social life, and if his first year of residency had been any indication, it wouldn't be getting any better. The doctors pushed him hard and quizzed him every day, putting his memory to the test, one of his fellow residents had made the connection to professional Exy player Andrew Minyard and they wouldn't quit asking him questions. He had had enough talk about his brother's mental state when they'd done therapy together, he didn't need more people asking him about it.
Due to this, he often spent time alone when he could. The other residents were friendly sure but had a tendency to mob, and aaron wasn't the type of person who enjoyed being crowded especially not after the riot. He did his work and kept up with everything, working hard to figure out the questions his attendings asked him and keeping his head down while he did. Of course, this didn't necessarily mean he stood out, but he wasn't bottom of the barrel either. He was comfortably in the middle as he did his duties.
Those “duties” were coffee runs, lab work, and annoying ER shifts sure, but he did them with no more than the usual amount of complaints. There had been a point in his life where he never could have imagined being where he is today and he knew that any little change could have ended him up filthy on the street with barely anything to his name.
He would never say it but he was grateful for Andrew's unorthodox methods of getting him clean.
And then of course there was the murder trial on his record. He'd been cleared and found not guilty by reason of self-defense but it still lingered. It had had huge media coverage so of course it was no surprise it had managed to affect his career. Even now he was stuck at one of the smaller hospitals in the area because the larger more prestigious ones had refused to take him as a resident with a criminal record, even if it was expunged. His classmates knew too of course. It was kind of open knowledge. No matter where he went sooner or later someone would connect him to the Minyard vs The State trial in early 2008 where the accused had murdered a navy officer with an exy racket to the head. And once that had happened it was over. People were reluctant to speak to him or hang out with him, and even though they tried to play it off and not make it obvious, it was clear that everyone looked at him with a hint of unease. If he murdered someone before what's to stop him from doing it again? It didn't matter to them or almost anyone that it was in defense of his brother, it was still horrible to them. They made an oath to protect life and abide by the law no matter what, most of them saw him as an abomination to that oath.
And then there were the people who pretended to sympathize with him and defend him, but only because they wanted to study him or Andrew. Eventually bombarding him with questions and queries that made him feel gross even to think about. It was much easier - and less disturbing- to simply keep to himself.
So he did. He went about his duties robotically, formed surface-level relationships with others in the hospital, and calmly did his work. At least the attendings understood his situation and most were understanding. It was actually the head of ICU that was his favourite. A disgruntled woman in her 60s who clearly took no bullshit and had made it clear that Aaron's past would not affect how hard she went on him. He was with her now and had been for about a year at this point. Working in the ICU when he wasn't on rotation elsewhere along with maybe 6 or 7 other residents. They all made up a sort of dysfunctional unit that all had different backgrounds which made them able to quickly either relate to a patient's family or recognize different needs. Aaron was even starting to think about becoming an intensivist if pediatrics didn't work out.
It was a quiet job, mostly filled with adjusting monitors, fixing things like catheters, caring for bedsores, intubating and checking tubes, and things like that. At least in this hospital. Sometimes they had emergencies and crash carts were always handy, but the floor was generally pretty silent. Something Dr. Hanza was very insistent upon keeping consistent on the floor, which meant aaron typically went about his work there relatively silently without much preamble.
They were short on nurses so the residents often found themselves doing tasks for them as a way to fill time and also help out. Things could get busy depending on what had happened recently and if aaron could help out by doing some menial tasks, who was he to refuse?
It was just after Halloween which meant that the floor was busier than normal, with people recovering from critical injuries or emergency surgeries stemming from bad decisions during the holiday. Things were starting to wind down but doctors and nurses were still running everywhere, so aaron offered to take on some menial tasks to help. One of the nurses, Brenda, thanked him profusely and sent him off to check on a few different patients with a list of things they needed.
He went through them one by one, cleaning trach tubes and flushing IVs, doing the usual maintenance, when he got to the last room on his list. He was semi-familiar with this patient and his case, hed been brought in 2 months ago after a traumatic head injury and had been in a coma ever since. For the first while his friends visited a lot and his family stayed there, but after a bit things started to trickle away. Friends stopped coming, the family made the trip down less and less, and by this point they only came every few weeks, leaving his corner of the ward in a sort of empty cheer. Not that he could tell being in a coma and all.
His task for him was to give him a sponge bath, a regular occurrence with coma patients, so he grabbed his supplies and went into the room. He set his supplies down on a tray next to the bed and went into the adjoining washroom in order to fill up the small bucket with warm water.
He hums to himself slightly as he carefully carries it back to the tray, making sure not to spill anything. Once hes double checked everything and put on gloves, he moves towards the patient and begins. He first uses a thin layer of soap to wash one area at a time and then uses the sponge to wipe it away. He does this all the way down his body, moving his gown out of the way as he needs to until he gets to his groin area. As he washes it the patient's cock begins to twitch and swell, getting hard.
Aaron gasps softly. He knows this can happen sometimes, hes heard about it from a nurse or two, but hearing about it and seeing it was a whole different thing. He seemed to be a grower and even as aaron tries to ignore it and attempts to just continue with his job, he continues to harden until there was a sizable cock laying against his v-line. The sight of it made aaron shift, feeling his pussy clench. He hadn't been fucked in a good long time and just seeing it had made his boxers a bit damp.
He can't help but stare at it, and as if in a trance he reaches for it and as he brushes his fingers across it it twitches. Aaron quickly pulls his hand away and flushes, his face bright red. He chastises himself for touching it and attempts to just ignore it, continuing his job.
However, even though he takes his sweet time finishing, the boy's cock is still hard, slightly dripping now. He can't just leave him like this right? He looks around nervously. The door is closed and he knows that it's very unlikely anyone will come in. his pussy pulses at the thought and he can't help but squeeze his thighs together. He looks back at the boy's cock, he can't just leave him like that right? It wouldn't be right.
He gulps, feeling his boxers dampen a bit more. He knew that it wasn't right, but it felt wrong to just ignore it. Just his hands he decides. He tentatively wraps his hand around the patient's cock and begins to pump it. It throbs in his hand, heavy and full as he strokes it. His mouth waters slightly and he shifts his stance. It was such a nice cock too. A good length and girth…
Aaron felt guilty for his wandering thoughts but he couldn't help it. He hadn't done anything for himself in so long, and the heat between his thighs was practically unbearable. He knew his boxers were basically ruined already too. He could imagine how good it would feel inside him and it was driving him crazy. He tries to ignore it, he really does, but it's like the more he tries not to think about it the more he finds it sneaking into his thoughts.
Before long he finds his hand between his legs as he jerks the cock in front of him. As he presses against himself through the fabric he can already feel a wet patch on his boxers, the fabric sliding easily against the wet skin as he whimpers slightly. His hand slides down beneath his boxers and he slides his fingers through his folds. Hes soaked, his fingers coming away wet as he spreads the juices around his pussy. Aaron's breathing hitches, his hand working the cock in front of him while his fingers deftly spread open his pussy and play with his clit. He has to hold in the noises he so desperately wants to make, his knees going weak as he continues. Thoughts of how that cock would feel in his mouth, his ass, his pussy, ran through his head on a loop, an image of this man left satisfied and drained without ever knowing what had happened to him. He was ashamed to admit that the mental image made him practically throb around the fingers he shoved inside his pussy.
Aaron starts to fuck his fingers into himself in the same rhythm he was using to stroke the man's cock, now swelling and leaking in his fist. This was wrong, so wrong. If anyone saw him he could get fired, but my god was it hot. He couldn't bring himself to pull away and stop, his mind clouded with lust. All he could think about was the heat pooling in his stomach and the rather imminent orgasm that he was barrelling toward at a frightening speed. He felt like he was positively dripping at this point and he could tell that the cock his hand was wrapped around was getting close as well, or at least he hoped so.
His strokes begin to get messier and less rhythmic, sloppy as most of his focus is pulled to his own pleasure, grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucks himself with three of his fingers desperately. He can feel the need and pleasure building and building before finally with a gasp it snaps and his vision goes white. His eyes snap closed as he struggles to continue standing as the orgasm washes through his body, making him twitch and jerk.
He comes to panting, his legs squeezed together around his hand and a small puddle on the floor. Fuck did he have to squirt now?? It was an inconvenience no matter how good it felt. He supposes it makes sense though. He hadn't had the time or energy to get off in months.
As he pulls his hand out of his pants, shakily trying to regain his balance, he realizes that while he was in the throes of his bliss his patient had cum as well, spurts of white streaking his stomach and dripping from the head of his softening cock. The sight makes aaron blush, his face turning crimson under his bangs as he quickly grabs a cloth to clean it up. He redresses the man and regains his composure, mopping up the puddle of squirt with a rag and planning on telling anyone who asked that he had accidentally spilled the bucket of water on himself. He quickly flees the room to go change his scrubs, not looking back out of fear that somehow someone would figure out what had happened.
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Unsurprisingly, Aaron's life goes on like normal. Nobody gives him any strange looks, no new whispers have started up, and no questions are sent his way by accusing attendings or nurses. It feels criminal that it had been so easy to get away with it. Well, he guesses it /was/ criminal. Since it would be considered medical malpractice. But regardless the experience sent a thrill through Aaron’s body, creating the problem of immediately becoming soaked when recalling the event.
He'd been too high-strung to even go near the boy's room since it happened, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to. He craved the feeling again and now that he'd awoken his sleeping sex drive it was hitting him like a truck, demanding more and more of his time and thoughts, and this was the easiest way to get dick. Even if it wasn't he knew that it would be all he'd be able to think about while with someone else regardless.
It had been almost two weeks since the original incident when aaron finally braved the hallway outside of the man's room. He took the opportunity of a quiet lull in the ward to slip away and over to the deserted corner that was home to the room of sin. This time he looked around and with an anxious flutter in his chest, he slipped through the door and carefully closed it, locking it behind him quietly.
He turns and lets his eyes wander over the room. A new bouquet of flowers had been added to one of the vases and a few new envelopes littered the bedside table, but the patient himself was as immobile as ever. He looked so peaceful that he could have been sleeping if not for the multiple IV tubes plugged into his body and the heart monitor beeping steadily at his side. Aaron gulps and nervously moves a few steps into the room. Just being here was making his boxers damp.
Hed come more prepared this time. He knew it was wrong but… he wanted more. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened 2 weeks ago and it was driving him mad. Just once more. To get it out of his system. That's all he needed right? Of course, it was.
He quickly but carefully slid the bedsheets down the patient's body, watching it slide away easily and pool at the end of the bed. Then he laid towels down beside him and on top of his stomach and legs, moving his gown so that his currently soft cock was nestled in a nest of towels. He didn't want to risk dirtying the sheets if he ended up squirting again. Something he felt was unfortunately likely considering the fact that his pussy felt like a slip n slide underneath his scrubs.
Once he set everything up he methodically removes his shoes, then his scrub pants and boxers, leaving him in only his top and socks. An odd combination but he guesses he doesn't really need to look the best for a guy who’s unconscious anyway. He carefully climbs onto the bed and straddles the man's lap, making himself comfortable. He takes a deep breath, in and then out, okay aaron. All you have to do is get him hard now. He can't quite believe himself when he reaches his hand down.
Part of him had been expecting himself to chicken out well before it got to this point, but it was like he was drawn to the man, controlled by the pull of his own needs. He begins to palm the man's dick, feeling his clit throb as he quickly begins to grow hard at the stimulation. By the time aaron pulls away the cock is rock hard and standing at attention, bobbing above the white linens aaron had laid out.
The sight makes aaron squirm and he looks around again nervously, studying the door to make sure no one is out there, and then the patient's face to make sure he is still comatose. He couldn't hear anything outside except the hushed bustle of the ward that normally filled his ears, and the patient was no closer to waking up than he had been the last time this had happened. Aaron gulps and shifts forward slightly, rubbing his folds against the hard cock beneath him. He can't help the moan that escapes him as he does. His hips twitch without permission and he groans at the feeling of the warm appendage dragging against his swollen clit and soaked folds. He needed more.
Before he knew it aaron was fully grinding against the man's penis, his hips moving as if they had a life of their own. The man's cock is covered in his own juices as he grinds his folds against it at a pace that can only be described as desperate. He could imagine that he looked pathetic, humping an unconscious man for even a spark of pleasure, but it felt too good to stop now and the burn of humiliation only made him more needy. The slick natural lubricant that he was producing made the slide feel heavenly, and as his movements became sloppier and bigger, he feels the head of the cock beneath him catch on his hole a few times. It sent electricity up aarons spine and he bites his lip to hold back a needy moan. He told himself that he wasn't going to put it inside, but by god, he wanted to. The feeling of a thick hot cock spearing him open would feel perfect and was just what he needed. He needed it. Just the tip he told himself, he'd only put in the tip.
Aaron reaches down and grabs the man's cock, positioning it at his entrance and sinking down slightly. It took a minute but the tip popped inside, making aaron gasp. He begins to rock slightly, using the head to fuck himself as he reaches down with one hand to rub his clit above it. At first, it's amazing, but aaron should have anticipated that soon it wouldn't be enough and he subconsciously starts to take in more and more with each thrust. Soon enough hes got the whole cock sheathed inside his pussy and hes fucking himself on it like a madman, the bed creaking beneath him as he throws himself down onto the dick over and over again as if it were the cure for cancer. He filled him up so nicely, leaving his entrance burning slightly from the stretch, but not too deep that it was uncomfortable. He could just feel the head bumping up against his cervix when he ground down onto it particularly hard.
His pussy grips the cock like a vice, milking it and making sure it stayed where he wanted it as he bounced up and down with reckless abandon, moans spilling out of his mouth. He tries to stay quiet but it's hard when his mouth seems to have a mind of its own. Especially since this was the only dick he'd gotten in months. He could feel his orgasm coming on fast, his fingers jerking his small clit furiously as he pistons himself on the patient's dick. He could barely prepare for it when his orgasm hit him hard, his pussy clamping down around the cock like a vice as he cums, a jet of hot fluid soaking the towels below. He was glad he'd put those down. He didn't always squirt but it happened during intense orgasms and these had all been fairly intense.
He takes a small moment to catch his breath, feeling the dick twitch and throb inside of him. He briefly considered getting up and finishing him off with his hand, but he didn't have the willpower for that. He slowly starts to ride him again, quickly building up speed. The feeling of a cock moving inside him was addicting, he swears he hasn't felt this good since that time he'd gotten high off his ass off his mother's opioids and stuck a cucumber up his ass. Now that had been an experience. Who knew that to rival that feeling he just had to become a sexually pent-up resident desperate enough to ride a fucking coma patient. The thought is almost laughably absurd. He could lose his job over this, his medical license, all for the fleeting feeling of a hard cock turning his boypussy into a waterfall.
Aaron could feel the man throbbing inside of him, his cock starting to swell slightly. Warning signs. In one swift move, he pulls off of the cock and scoots down so he could take it into his mouth, squeezing the balls slightly as he laves his tongue over the sensitive tip. It barely takes a minute before aaron feels a sudden spray of salty bitter liquid makes contact with his tongue. He swallows it all and cleans him off with his mouth, tasting his own juices on the cock and making him want to cum all over again.
He takes a quick minute to rub himself off again, this time managing to get away with an orgasm tame enough to not leave him spraying slick like a fire hose when he cums. Once hes finished he quickly cleaned up, putting his scrubs and shoes back on and putting the room back to rights. It was like he'd never been there at all, his presence only palpable in his mind. He leaves the room feeling a mix of heady fear and slight smugness.
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After the last visit, the patient occupies aarons mind more often than before if possible. Sometimes something would trigger a thought and aaron would have to slip away to a bathroom or supply closet in order to get himself off and quell the fire in his groin. It was almost embarrassing how much an unconscious man had a hold over him. Oh who was he kidding, it was absolutely embarrassing. And he loved it. He kept searching for opportunities to see him again and again, and when a nurse mentioned giving him another sponge bath, he attempted to casually offer to do it for her so she could check on another patient.
The nurse agrees, seemingly none the wiser to Aaron's ulterior motives. He wheeled the sponge bath cart down to his room, anticipation making his blood pressure skyrocket. He almost felt dizzy with arousal.
Once inside he did the same steps as last time, making sure the patient was covered and no evidence would be left behind. Last time he had become distracted and frenzied, but this time he wanted to use all the time he had. While not much, a sponge bath can last upwards of 45 minutes if done thoroughly. Enough time for at least a decent fuck if he said so himself. this time he tried to get him hard quickly, spitting on his hand and jerking him off roughly until he was hard and flushed in his hand. He wanted him inside for as long as possible today so he couldn't waste time on handjobs.
Almost immediately aaron raised up on his knees, straddling the patient as he gets himself into position, and then slowly lowers himself onto the hard cock beneath him. It felt incredible, much better than the other day when he had escalated up to it. Taking it outright made him lose his breath slightly with the width and length. In order to stay comfortable, he had to keep moving, though he wasn't particularly complaining about that. He raised himself up and then let himself drop back down, punching small needy moans out of himself with the action.
He groans, planting his hands on the man's chest and beginning to roll and circle his hips, trying to find the right angle to make sure it was juuust right. It takes him a few moments, but eventually, he finds the angle where every thrust has the patient's cock hitting his G-spot head-on and sending electricity through his body. He stays there, slowly picking up speed as he rides him, needing more and more of him as his brain begs for it. The adjustments were small, but they made a world of difference, turning every thrust into a firework display behind aarons eyelids, his pussy drenching the dick in warm slippery juices.
He builds up speed the longer he rides him, his face scrunching up with pleasure as the clock ticks by. Hes been teasing himself, speeding up and then slowing down again when it seems like hes getting too close. He could feel his body screaming in protest, his impending orgasm sure to be large and all-consuming once he did allow it to happen.
At 20 minutes in he stops touching his clit, wanting the challenge of cumming with cock alone. Aaron wasn't particularly vaginally sensitive, but he wanted to see if it was possible to do while he rocked himself onto the unconscious man over and over again. Skin slapped against skin and sweat beaded on aarons thighs as he moved, but he didn't let up lest he lose any progress hes made. The pleasure adds on slowly, much more slowly than when his clit is involved, and it feels deeper, more urgent. Like lava compared to a fire.
After 10 minutes he begins to get impatient, his thrusts becoming sloppy and frustrated as his orgasm hovers just tantalizingly out of reach. He could feel his pussy throbbing and dripping, the heat building and pooling in his groin, but he just couldn't quite get to the edge. The longer he stays this way the more maddening it becomes, his body feels like a taunt live wire, ready to explode at any wrong word or movement. Or in this case the right ones? He doesn't know anymore. All he knows now is the desire to cum.
Aaron gets faster and faster, riding the member beneath him with ferocity and desperation. He was so close, he could feel it. The pleasure building and building to a fever pitch, so so close but never quite there. He strains hard to reach its peak and falls over it. Hes so loose in his own head, his own motions, to pay attention to anything else. Not the room, not the tray he brought in, not even the patient beneath him except for the cock pistoning into his pussy. He vaguely noticed that it had begun to throb, twitching inside of him in a bit of slight warning. One that aaron couldn't care less about though he probably should. He was so close to his own finish that nothing else even remotely mattered.
As he teeters on the edge of that precipice, using his grip on the cock to slightly grind down against his clit whenever the downstroke brought him closer to the linens, there's a larger twitch of the length inside him, and aaron feels a warmth flow into him, filling him up to the brim. The feeling makes aarons eyes widen. Had he just cum? Inside him? Fuck he needed to-
He didn't get a chance to finish that thought, as just then he hurtled over the precipice he'd been chasing, grunting as hes hit hard by the endorphin rush. He feels like he blacks out for a moment, but he knew he remember the heady feeling of a jet of hot liquid pushing the cock out from inside of him with a visceral moan, soaking the towels yet again laid out beneath him. It went on for longer than aaron knew how to deal with, and when he finally finished, all he could do was collapse, laying there as cum and slick drip out of his loose hole.
Hes half in a comatose state himself when there's a jiggle of the door handle, and then a knock. Aaron startles and stares at the door, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Was someone there? Had he really heard a knock or was it only his imagination? He couldn't know for sure yet and so he just lay there, frozen. And then it came again, this time accompanied by a voice.
“Hello? Is everything okay?” ‘’
The voice shocks aaron into moving and he gets back into his scrubs at lightning speed, calling out “Just a minute” as he attempts to adjust them to make them look natural.
When he reaches the door he unlocks and opens it. The woman on the other side is older, maybe mid 60’s, and looks to be slightly confused and concerned. A family member then perhaps. Aaron puts on his customer service face and explains to her that hed just been drying the patient off from a sponge bath and that everything is fine, why doesn't she come in now?
He smiles and cleans everything away, dumping it onto the cart and quickly wheeling it out of the room and down the hall. Once he rounds a corner he leans against the wall, letting out a shaky breath of relief. Holy fuck that had been close. He had almost been caught. It wouldn't have been good if she had just walked in on them. He was glad he had the foresight to lock the door, just in case.
He tries to take a few deep breaths, his face reddening as he feels the remaining cum inside him drip down his thighs, making them sticky. He navigates as quickly as he can to one of the employee bathrooms, and after stealing a saline syringe from the cart he was pushing, he darts inside. He quickly strips, taking off the dirty pair of scrubs and his boxers, and squatting. He tries to push out as much of the cum as he could before taking the syringe and uncapping it, sticking it up into his entrance and pushing the plunger, using it to flush out his insides of the foreign material.
Once the syringe is empty he breathes a sigh of relief and stands up, grabbing a new pair of scrubs and some toilet paper to wipe up some of the mess with. Within 10 minutes he was back outside and doing work, nothing about him giving away the fact that he'd been sleeping with a patient only 15 minutes ago. The lack of questioning made him breathe a shaky sigh of relief. He had been so lucky he wasn't caught. Incredibly so. Even the thought made him shiver slightly. He decides there's no use in worrying about the past and attempts to put it behind him. He didn't need to think about such trivial things when there were patients who needed his care.
Fuck he really hoped he wasn't pregnant.