About two months ago, I was selected to become a first-line supervisor at the pharmaceutical distribution company where I had worked as a dispatcher for three years. This would be a promotional situation which I had longed for, and an area in which I really wanted to be working. A job with some responsibility in an area that I would be completely comfortable and capable.
As was the company's policy anybody entering a supervisory position, irrespective of how long you had worked for the company, was required to have a physical examination performed by the company's doctor before entering the new position. Therefore, I was anxious to get that done, and to be able to assume my new position.
The company's doctor was not a physician employed by the company, but a private practice physician who, under some sort of an agreement with the company, completed employee physical examinations and maintained records of such in accordance with the company's specifications. A fellow employee counseled me that if you could walk, talk, and breathe, you were pretty sure to get a clean bill of health.
Even though I found that news comforting, there is always that nagging feeling as to the "what ifs." What if I had some condition, something that I was unaware of, that the doctor found? I kind of agonized over this for about a week before my appointment with the doctor. In fact, it nagged at me so much that I found myself unable to concentrate on anything. My appetite suffered, because I never really felt hungry, and my wife would badger me about not eating. Additionally, even my interest in sexual activity waned to zero during that week. In fact, I really began to worry as to whether there was indeed something amiss.
Then came the day of my doctor appointment. I arrived at his office on time and had just a brief wait before I was escorted to an examination room to be seen by the doctor. The doctor proved to be an ordinary looking man, probably in his mid fifties, very personable and immediately put me at complete ease with his manners and calm voice. He announced that he had the results from the lab work that he had previously ordered and assured me that everything there was normal. I began to really relax and to feel much better.
Then the doctor had me remove my shirt so that his nurse could do an electrocardiogram to check for any heart irregularities. She hooked me up to a lot of wires and then hit the switch. A half-minute later that process was completed, and after looking at it for a few moments, the doctor smiled and said that looked completely normal as well. Then the doctor listened to my heart and, with me breathing deeply when instructed, listened to my lungs. Everything seemed fine.
Then the doctor told his nurse that she would no longer be needed for the remainder of the exam and she closed the door as she left. The doctor said that he wanted to check my prostate as, at age 39, I was at the point where that should become a regular part of an annual physical. With that, he had me remove my pants and shorts and bend over across the examination table.
The doctor put a latex examination glove on his right hand, and picked up a tube of surgical lubricant in his left hand. He said that he would put some lube on his examining finger and on my rectum and proceed with the exam, assuring me that it would be brief and not really unpleasant. With that assurance, his gloved finger entered me rather swiftly, but without real discomfort. Once it was in all the way, I could feel him pressing it toward my stomach.
I could feel the pressure as he moved the finger around and across my prostate gland, and to my embarrassment, I found myself becoming aroused. Thinking that the doctor probably knew I was getting hard, I apologized about it. "Sorry about the erection, doctor, but the sensation is causing the reaction."
"It's perfectly normal for that to occur", said the doctor, "don't let it bother you."
"But doctor, now it feels like if you don't stop, I will have an orgasm right here and now."
"Do you need to have that happen?" asked the doctor, seemingly unbothered by the possibility. "I can have you ejaculate right now if you would like for that to happen."
"Doctor, I don't know", I said to him. "It would feel great, but I would be deeply embarrassed."
The doctor said, "I know what to do. You just enjoy it."
With that, the doctor massaged my prostate in a different way and I immediately started to feel the throbbing sensation from the prostate pumping out cum. I could feel my ass clenching the doctor's finger as I continued pumping cum. I was producing a week's worth of seed all at once, just from a prostate massage by an expert.
The doctor picked up a handful of wipes and cleaned the exam table of my cum, and patted me on the shoulder. "You did fine young man," he said. I left his office relieved and drained.