HERE YOU GO, KENW --- Revised to make it male-to-male rectal temperature taking . . .
“Suite One-B”
For some reason, this name sticks in my mind --- the office of Passport Health where I went today to get some travel vaccinations for an upcoming trip. I went after work, and my friend (his name is Steve) came along. No big deal, the place is close to work.
The important thing to note here is that Steve is the brother of my friend who is mentioned in what was written at http://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=74592.0 “Somebody seeing your rectal thermometer . . .” We went into the place and, after sitting for a few minutes, my name was called. A male nurse stood in a doorway and approached me when I answered. He went over a few preliminary questions to make sure we both understood why I was there and then he told me to follow him – and he told Steve that he could come along if he wanted – so Steve followed along.
We went into a room that had a chair with wide arms (the kind for drawing blood) some counters, a sink, that sort of thing. The nurse told me to have a seat in the chair and Steve to sit in another armless chair in the room. He went about doing some paperwork and then turned to me to use the blood pressure cuff on the wall and then, taking the stethoscope from around his neck, to listen to my chest and back (through my shirt). He went back to the counter and wrote down the numbers and then he approached me with something in his hand. “Gonna get your temperature,” he said. He put this thing on my forehead and ran it across until it beeped. Now, I know that it was a temporal thermometer, but while he was doing it, I just sat there a bit dazed – first time I had ever experienced one of those! Again, he returned to the counter and wrote down the number. As he was looking over the paperwork, he commented that there were five vaccinations I would need which would involve three separate injections; just as I was getting ready to comment about that he said, “…or, I can draw them all up into one and give it IM --- yeah, that’s what we’ll do.”
What did I know except I saw him going into the cabinets and the refrigerator and pulling out five vials and then, from a drawer, a syringe --- actually a pretty big syringe with a long needle on it! When he was finished filling it, he turned to me and told me that he was going to give this to me “IM – in your butt” because it was “easier that way”. OK, so what was I to do? He told me to stand facing the chair and to loosen my pants (I had worn jeans) ---- so, I unbuckled the belt and the button at the top. Steve was to my left and, thankfully, the nurse was to my right. He reached into the right side of my jeans and pulled them down to below my butt and the left side came about halfway down. I usually wear plain white briefs, and that’s what I had on today. The nurse pulled the right side of them to the middle and then I felt his wiping the area with something cold (an alcohol swab perhaps). Nothing like what I imagined – this was at the top of my butt, almost could be considered my hip. I was lost in that thought a moment when all of a sudden I was pierced – OUCH! – and then I felt pressure and a burning sensation. I looked down and saw that the nurse had stuck me and he was injecting the vaccines. The area got warm and I felt more pressure and then it was over and I could actually feel the needle coming out. The nurse applied pressure with the alcohol swab and then asked me to hold it there. I did, and then he returned and put a BAND-AID® over the area and told me that he was finished and I could bring my pants back up. I was quick to comply, and when I got my shirt tucked in and turned around, the nurse handed me an envelope and told me that all my paperwork for the trip was in there. He also told me to drink plenty of fluids over the next 24 hours and take note if I were to develop any flu-like symptoms or fever. OK, I just wanted to get out of there, so I thanked him and, with Steve following behind me, we left.
It was getting late and we were getting hungry so we decided to stop at the burger place that we like – [NeWorlDeli] and get carry-out. Soon, we were back at my place having a great dinner! As the evening progressed, we were sitting around enjoying some “guy-talk” and trying to watch the Yankees-Rangers game when I mentioned that my butt was sore and I was getting a little tired. Steve asked me if I was feeling feverish and I told him no. He then asked me if I was sure and I told his that I felt fine –and, really, I did. A few minutes later, Steve got up to use the bathroom and I was in the kitchen cleaning up. When he came back, he stepped next to me and put his hand on my forehead. “No, I guess you don’t have a fever,” he said.
“No, I told you, I feel fine --- just a little sore and a little tired.” I told him.
“I’ve been curious,” he said.
And then he told me that he had been curious about my rectal thermometer and how I take my temperature that way. I tried to be pretty nonchalant about it but he kept asking questions. Then, he asked “the big question”: “Can I try it?”
Again, trying to be nonchalant about it, I said, “Sure!” But he wanted to try it now and when I took him back to my bedroom and got out the thermometer and the Vaseline, he told me to stay with him and to “help him”. I told hims that it was no big deal, to take down his jeans and underwear, lubricate his anus and the thermometer, and slide it in and then wait for four minutes.
“I’M NERVOUS – WILL YOU TAKE MY TEMPERATURE – MY RECTAL TEMPERATURE?” I’ll probably remember those words for as long as I live. I tried to back out of it and suggest that it was no big deal, but Steve was really persistent. So, I said OK.
Steve gave me a big smile and then he took off his jeans. Unlike me, he was wearing boxer shorts with a red and blue print. He is outside a lot and I noticed that he was quite tanned, too. Anticipating what might happen, I spread a towel across the bed and then told him to lie across it. He lay down on my bed on his stomach. I told him that he needed to lower his underwear; he raised his hips and said, “Go ahead”, so I reached for the top and lowered them to his knees – it was then that I noticed that wherever he was getting his tanning he wasn’t doing it with any bottoms on!
Now, I was nervous. I’d never been in this situation before, never touched another man but now I had to lubricate him for the thermometer – or maybe I could just lubricate the thermometer. No – that’s not “the experience” of it. So, I looked at his buttocks and they were firm and tight and I’d have to separate them to expose his anus. I took my hand and put it across his buttocks and separated them – there was his anus. His legs were together so I told his to open them but the underwear was in the way; he asked me to take them off for him, and then he was able to spread his legs wider. I still had to separate his buttocks to expose his anus.
Now, the lubrication. I didn’t have any gloves, how was I going to do this? I got over it and just decided that my finger was fine. I opened the jar of Vaseline and stuck my finger in to get some on the tip. With the other hand, I again spread his buttocks and, just before I touched him with my lubricated finger, I had to ask. “Steve, have you ever had anything back here before?”
“No” was his reply.
As my finger touched his anus, there was the involuntary contraction and then he relaxed. Very clinically, I spread the Vaseline around his anus but I was now a bit curious, too. So, I added a little pressure and felt my fingertip push into his anus. Whether I pushed harder or Steve pushed back I’m not sure, but I know that for a brief moment my finger had penetrated his anus – and then it was removed – and he was lubricated.
I took tissue on the nightstand and wiped off my finger. Then I took the thermometer from the case, held it up to read it – and as I was doing this – I just happened to notice that Steve was looking up at me from the bed and I couldn’t quite tell if it was a submissive look or a seductive look, but I liked it – and I liked looking down to see his exposed buttocks in a naughty sort of way. I shook down the thermometer and stuck it in the jar of Vaseline. Pulling it out, I asked one more time, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes – I want to know about this,” Steve said.
So, I spread his buttocks with one hand and touched the tip of the thermometer against his anus, waited for the flinch, and then slowly inserted it.
“Ooohh, that feels kind of good,” He said. I was walking away to the bathroom to wash my hands. I noted the time on the clock said 8:17. In the bathroom, if I looked slightly to the right, I could see Steve lying on my bed, naked from the waist down, and although I couldn’t quite see the thermometer I knew that he was having his temperature taken rectally. I finished washing and drying my hands and returned to the bedroom.
The clock said 8:19. “Two more minutes,” I told him, and I sat down on the bed next to him.
“What happens if you move it?”, he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “You mean like this?”, and I twisted the thermometer between my fingers, moved it in and out a little bit and then (knowing from personal experience) moved it in and out a little bit while twisting it between my fingers.
“Oh my!”, he gasped. “That does feel good,” He said and I noticed that his hips were moving in rhythm to my motions. So, I kept it up and then the clock said 8:21.
“Time to see what your temperature is,” I said and I began to remove the thermometer.
Steve raised his buttocks. “No . . . no, please, leave it in just a little bit longer,” he said.
“OK,” I said and I let go of the thermometer and his buttocks lowered back down to the bed but I also noticed that he was pressing against it and his buttocks were clenching the thermometer. Of course I knew what was happening but I didn’t quite know how to respond.
“Will you move it around again?,” Steve asked, looking at me over his shoulder as he enjoyed the feeling of his temperature being taken rectally.
I remembered that He liked it when I moved it in and out a little bit while twisting it between my fingers. That’s what I did and Steve responded although a bit more rapidly than before. After a while he started pressing his hips hard into the bed and then raising his buttocks in an alternating response . . . and then he let out a sigh and lay still. I knew what had happened but now, again, I didn’t know how to respond. From my experience, I also knew that now wasn’t the time to remove the thermometer, but I was glad that I had put the towel down!
I had some e-mail to check, so I left the bedroom and went to sit at the computer a few minutes. When I came back, what a sight that was, to see Steve still lying on my bed with the thermometer between his buttocks. Why was I even taking notice? Curious? Naughty? Kinky? I don’t know – maybe all of them. I approached the bed and, standing over him, slowly removed the thermometer and then I wiped off the lubricant with a tissue. I held it up to read it. Of course, with it being a rectal temperature, I would expect about a one degree difference above 98.6⁰, but it read 100.1⁰! Had Steve’s first-time excitement raised his temperature?
I took the thermometer into the bathroom and carefully rinsed it off under running water in the sink (careful that the water wasn’t hot and that I didn’t drop the thermometer). I had some alcohol and cotton balls, so I used them to further clean the thermometer. As I was doing this, Steve came into the bathroom sans underwear! He had an “all natural” look about him as he leaned against the door frame – tanned all over, his hair ruffled, his face still a bit flushed, and I couldn’t help but notice his semi-erect penis and his trimmed his pubic hair to just a little area around and above his penis (I keep mine trimmed, too, but not quite that tight). And, yes, when I took his rectal temperature, I had noticed that there wasn’t any hair around his anus or perineum, or on his testicles.
“Oh, that was so wonderful,” he said; then he turned and walked out of the bathroom and I couldn’t help but notice his trim figure – the way he moved, and the firmness of his buttocks. Am I supposed to be looking? Am I supposed to be noticing? Why not? Well . . . I finished up with the thermometer and headed back into the bedroom. Steve was just sliding his jeans up his legs and over his buttocks – sexy, cute, not sure, don’t want to think about it. I opened the drawer to the nightstand to put away the thermometer and the Vaseline and I saw the digital electronic thermometer that I use orally if knowing my temperature is the primary purpose of using a thermometer. I had a thought.
Steve was sitting on the bed having just finished tying his shoes. I was standing in front of him holding my digital thermometer.
“Put this in your mouth, you know, under your tongue,” I told him. For me, there’s even something erotic about having the oral thermometer put into my mouth by the other person, not doing it myself, so I held on to the thermometer.
Now, all of a sudden, Steve was resistant and he even began to stand up. I put my hand on his shoulder and steadied him back to sitting on the bed.
“Why? What’s that for?,” he asked.
I told him that his rectal temperature was 100.1⁰ and I was just curious what his oral temperature was. That seemed to make sense to him and he opened his mouth for the oral digital thermometer. He looked kind of innocent sitting there with the thermometer in his mouth. It didn’t take long – about 30 seconds – and the thermometer was beeping. I took it out of his mouth and looked at the display – 98.6⁰. A few minutes had passed so I thought it might have returned to normal – if it was normal.
He was looking at me with anticipation.
“Well, it looks like somebody got a little heated up having their rectal temperature taken,” I said.
Steve giggled a little bit and asked, “What do you mean?”
I explained to him about the difference between oral and rectal temperature, but that his rectal temperature was still even a bit more elevated by about ½⁰ - but now, his temperature is back to normal. I headed back into the bathroom to clean off the oral digital thermometer and Steve followed me.
As I was cleaning it off, he said, “Do you get aroused when you are taking your rectal temperature? Is that why you do it?”
I just sort of giggled a little bit and said, “Maybe . . . “
I’ll never tell!
So, we finished in the bathroom and headed back to the living room where, after a little more guy talk, and watching the Rangers embarrass the Yankees, Steve left and tomorrow’s another day in the office.