I recently spent quite some time in hospital whilst undergoing tests for a life threatening condition and. although I spent much of my time in a small ward, towards the end of my stay I was put in a small side room which afforded a certain amount of privacy. They struggled to get to the root of the problem, so it was decided that they would start me on some drugs that should at least control things. One of the doctors that I used to see on a reasonably regular basis was gorgeous, although she wasn't really my usual type. She was East European and had a very sexy voice, was nicely curvy and just oozed sex - well at least she did to a bloke who had been stuck in hospital fo as long as I had! She was the one who talked me through my drug regime, including the possible side effects, sadly one of which was erectile dysfunction. Pretty much the last thing I needed to be told by this gorgeous creature. They started me on the drugs and they seemed to have the desired effect in controlling my symptoms, although I did have one particularly bad night when they weren't sure what was happening. In came my doctor and all I remember through a sleepy haze was her sexy voice calming me down, giving me an extra blast of the drug and staying with me for a while until everything settled down. This was all well and good, but with the extra dose came the increased risk of ED, so I decided that I needed to put things to the test. That night I fired up my tablet and went on to a suitable porn site, putting in a search for dirty doctors or something like that. Up came various clips and I searched for the one that most closely resembled my doctor before starting a long, slow, wank. It took a little while for things to get going, so I lay back and closed my eyes, just picturing her in my mind and imagining her slowly removing her uniform, then her bra, before wrapping her tits around my cock and giving me a tittie fuck. This had the desired effect and I was rock hard in no time. All plans of a slow wank went out of the window as I really went for it - non too quietly at that. I was also hooked up to some sort of monitoring device and I did wonder whether it would register my increased arousal. In many ways I was hoping to get caught and I think it was this frisson of excitement that really got me going - that plus my dream that it was my own dirty doctor doing the evil deed. I was really pulling the foreskin all the way back - almost painfully - and cupping my balls with my other hand when I just exploded everywhere - several weeks of pent up tension and anxiety blasting out of me, although fortunately mainly over me, but also quite a bit over the sheets. I'd come prepared, so to speak, and had tissues to hand so that I could mop up the mess, although I knew that the sheets would be stained. Quite frankly I didn't care, nor did I care if anyone found out what I'd been up to. As far as I was concerned it had been just as important a test as any of the others and I had passed with flying colours. For the remaining few nights that I was in there I was like a teenager, wanking at every opportunity and becoming more and more brazen in the hope that I would be caught. There were a couple of close shaves and I'm certain they knew what I was up to, but sadly no sexy nurses or dirty doctor to lend a hand. I'm pleased to say that things still continue to operate as they should now that I'm out, so it wasn't just the surroundings that got me going.