I had been fighting what I presumed was a sinus infection. After nearly a week, it wasn’t getting better and so I gave in and sought help. I logged onto my primary care practice’s web portal and took the soonest appointment - that afternoon - with a nurse practitioner. I smiled seeing a familiar name - Kim Becker. Kim and I had known each other in college. She had then gone into a nursing program and before returning to the same town where we had met as freshmen. Since graduation, I had held jobs in other states but then took a job that brought me back to my college home town. Kim and I had bumped into each other a few times since but only chatted briefly. From those chats, I knew she was working at the same clinic as my primary care physician though so far I had never seen her there.

Seeing her name, caused a flood of memories, perhaps the most intense being about a one-time make-out session after a friends birthday party during our sophomore year. We both were a bit tipsy and had ended up on a broken-down sofa in my dorm room. We were kissing and fondling enthusiastically. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were unzipped. While I sucked on her breasts, my free hand was inside her panties. I was sexually inexperienced at the time and just trying to manually establish landmarks. I wanted her to reciprocate and she hesitantly obliged, massaging my cock over my jeans. I had clumsily found her clit and from there my hand found its way a bit further south. When I slipped my index finger inside her, she was taken aback and perhaps alarmed that I was pushing faster than she was prepared for. She hastily fixed her clothing and retreated back to her room. After that debacle, we had remained friends and jokingly referred to the fumbled encounter as the ‘Battle of the Bulge’. After graduation, we had gone our own ways and it wasn’t until a chance meeting at the grocery store after my return, that I had really thought about her and our long-dormant friendship.

Waiting in the exam room, I wondered about how Kim would react to being my care provider. She entered the room with a broad smile and immediately noted, “If you’re uncomfortable with being my patient, I can hand you off to another.”

“No. This is fine,” I replied.

She looked at the notes on my vitals taken earlier by the medical assistant. Kim then inspected my ears, nose, throat and palpated by head and neck. She paused and spent a few moments on the workstation. She sat back and looked at me with a bemused smile, “Probably no mystery to you but you’ve got a sinus infection.”

“Uh-huh. Figured as much,” I replied.

“My suggested treatment is a pair of shots,” she proposed. “It could be treated with oral meds if you prefer but the injections will you’ll get well faster.”

“I’m ok with that,” I responded.

“You sure? They go in your tushie,” she added

“No, really. I’m fine with that,” I answered. What Kim didn’t realize is that I had a certain fascination with butt injections and actually welcomed them. As a kid, shots were all too common and much dreaded. Somewhere in adolescence, the switch flipped and I was intrigued by the idea of shots in my bottom, yet aside from the occasional flu shot in the arm, the opportunity to fulfill my fantasy had not arisen. I finally felt like all the waiting and speculation was about to end.

She continued, “I had a similar sinus issue last season and got the same treatment. Stung like crazy but was feeling so much better it was worth it.” She paused and I nodded affirmatively. “Ok,” she looked at my chart again and then added, “Looks like you’re due for the TDAP vaccine as well. A three-fer!”

Her cheerful attitude suggested she might like the notion of jabbing syringes into my glutes almost as much as I wanted them. She rose and noted, “I will be right back with the meds.” I tried to contain my excitement. She returned a few minutes later with the three syringes in her fist. “If you’re ready, I need you to lower your slacks and lay face down on the exam table. I climbed onto the table and knelt while I undid my belt and fasteners on my slacks, they dropped to mid-thigh on their own and then I slid my boxers down, as well.

Standing beside me, I was sure she noted my very stiff penis. After I was prone, she swabbed the left cheek, “This is the TDAP. Just a little stick,” she announced. I felt a slight sting with the needle poke but nothing much else. “Ok. You’re gonna feel this one a bit more,” she warned. “One, two,” and then the poke. At first, I only felt the minor prick of the needle but then a burning sensation deep in my glute arose and grew. It was fantastic and I wanted it to go on but then heard her announce, “One more to go.” She circled the table, swabbed my right cheek and quickly pumped the third shot in my muscle. Both sides were now burning and I was ecstatic.

“One more procedure,” she noted as I rose. “Flip over on your back,” she instructed. I lay there with my ass on fire and my cock fully erect. She opened a drawer and covered my upper torso with a small medical drape. She stripped off her exam gloves and began to stroke me. I lasted perhaps thirty seconds before erupting and sending streams of cum onto the drape. She licked a rivulet of semen from her finger with a smile and added, “Hope you are feeling better soon,” before leaving me to tidy-up.