“You don’t have to worry about all that. I’m going to be with you the whole time. We can collect your urine sample before too, if you feel like you could go for me right now that is.”
I nod, swallowing when there’s a tightness in my throat. “I could. I’ve been holding it this whole time, actually.”
He clicks his tongue. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want to bother you, and I’m pretty good at waiting.”
“That’s not good for your bladder. What have I said before?”
I bite the inside of my cheeks and respond. “A good patient listens to his doctor.”
“That’s right. Let’s get you that relief I’m sure you need.” He stands up and reaches his hand out.
I take it and he pulls me to my feet, yanking me to his side when I lean too far to the right.
“Still not very steady, are you?”
“I haven’t been up much since yesterday, so maybe that’s it.”
“Possibly. After your nap we can go for a walk and see if exercise helps.”
“Yoga probably would.”
His eyes light with interest as he guides me to the bathroom. “Do you do yoga?”
“Yeah. Helps me stay nice and limber for when I need to outrun people.”
“You think you could outrun me?” We stop in front of the toilet and he holds me in place.
My heart leaps. “Now? Not likely. But on any normal day, yes.” I lift the front of the gown, and he grabs a clear cup from the cabinet in front of us, taking a wipes packet with it.
“Hmm. We may have to put that to the test when you’re feeling better. It can be your send-off race.” His lips bunch when I glance back at him, and I snort. His arms close around me as he rips the top of the small white package and wipes my slit then uses the other side to clean around it.
Blood flow rises in my cock, and I think of my ex fucking my best friend in our cheap futon bed I got during a Black Friday sale. My body relaxes, my cock going flaccid as he leads it to the cup.
“Almost done.” He points my cock downward and rubs my lower stomach. “This one is all you.”
I chuckle and close my eyes, blowing out a breath as I empty my bladder in one push.
“That’s it. That’s a nice color. But we’ll probably increase your water intake to get it more where it needs to be.”
“No one’s ever held my cock while I pissed before,” I tease.
He lets out a high-pitched sound with the back of his throat. “You’ve got jokes this morning. That’s good. It means you feel comfortable.”
“Or the opposite."
“What do you mean? He takes the cup away, and as I flush the toilet, he screws the lid on after sitting it on the counter.
“I . . . there are people who crack jokes when they’re nervous or feeling awkward.”
“Are you any of those things?” He slowly turns me around to face him.
“No. I don’t think so.”
“So, you’re not one of those people, then?”
“Actually, the opposite. I get shy and quiet.”
