The wife was out of town working, as usual. I had to drive myself to the E R.

Several people were waiting ahead of me so I just waited nervously. I was scared to say the least. I mean, any guy would be if he had my problem.

Two hours in and I was nodding off to sleep when they called my name. I explained my problem to the triage nurse and she, for some reason found it laughable.

“Wait in exam room five,” she said, almost laughing, “The doctor will be right with you.”

I picked up my coat and walked to the room she had pointed out, and waited.

Another half hour passed and again I was nodding.

“Mr. Johnson?” the doctor asked, sticking her face in the door, “Got some discoloration, uhm, down there huh?”

“Uh, yeah, Doc,” I answered shyly, “You can call me Terry. Can you, uhm, close the door? This is embarrassing enough.”

“Sure,” she said with a smile, turning to push the door shut, “So, your vitals are all fine. When did you notice the discoloration?”

“Uhm, tonight,” I answered, “I was watching a movie and had to go to the bathroom. That's when I saw it.”

“Well, I guess you'd better let me have a look-see,” she smiled.

“Uhm, yeah,” I stammered, unzipping my jeans and pushing them to my knees along with my boxers, “That door doesn't lock does it?”

“No,” she answered, patting the exam table, “Hop up here for me and lie back. It doesn't lock but no one is going to barge in during the exam. Scoot your bottom closer to the edge.”

I did as she said as she sat on a wheeled stool and rolled closer, “It is discolored.”

I watched as she leaned in and took a close look. She had a concerned look in her eyes when she looked up at me and asked if I could show her my hands. I held them both up and she nodded, “You're right-handed?”

“Uh, yeah,” I answered.

“Wife out of town?” She asked offhandedly.

“Yeah,” I answered, “How did you know? How did you even know I'm married?”

“Wedding ring,” she answered, pointing to my left hand.”

Another quizzical look on my face when she took my penis in her fingers and moved it around, looking closely and sniffing it, “Any problems like ED?”

“No,” I answered defensively, “Everything works. It's just orange. Don't you think you should wear an exam glove?”

“Nah,” she smiled, “I've seen this before. It's not contagious.”

“Is it serious, Doc?” I asked nervously.

“No,” she answered, “I'll have you fixed up in a few minutes. Just relax and try not to worry. This isn't going to hurt.”

I lay back on the exam table and closed my eyes with the thought, “Not going to hurt. Right. How many times have I heard that?” Then my eyes flew open and I raised my head in surprise, “Did you just kiss me, Doc?”

Looking up with a sly grin, my cock lying limp across her fingers, she licked my discolored but quickly hardening dick from base to head, “I told you it wouldn't hurt.”

I couldn't believe my eyes when Doctor Tisdale took my cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking it. There was no way this was real. They must have given me some sort of medicine that was making me hallucinate. No. I hadn't taken any medicine or gotten any shots.

“What the hell, Doc?” I asked in disbelief, “Aren't you afraid you will get sick?”

Pulling my throbbing cock from her wet and now orange lips, she replied with a laugh, “Nah. This happens to my husband all the time when I'm working.”

“What do you mean?” I ask just before she takes my cock, which was now purplish and white, except for a few faint orange streaks, back into her mouth to catch the erupting ropes of cum that were shooting from it.

After swallowing my load, she replied, “He likes to eat Cheetos while watching porn too.”