This is purely a work of fiction. None of this actually happened, although it could. This is my first attempt, so I hope you like it.
"Oh, no," I thought. "I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon." I really didn't want to go since when I had gone two weeks ago for this darned cold that wouldn't seem to go away. This ugly old lady doctor had told me to come back today for a follow up visit, and she had said that I might need shots if I hadn't cleared up completely. The pills she had given me had cleared me up a lot, but I was still partly congested, so I dreaded the shots she was going to give me today. I don't like shots, but who does? I tend to pass out when I get them, so I might have more of a reason to hate shots than the Average Joe.
After fighting with myself all morning, I finally found myself standing at the receptionist's counter signing myself in. "I'm not congested that bad anymore. Why did I come today? I'm missing both my afternoon classes." I kept talking to myself and couldn't find any answers besides, "I'm doing what the doctor told me to do." Being a poor college student didn't help the matter; I really didn't want to pay another insurance co-pay.
A few minutes later found me sitting on an paper-covered examining table with a perky nurse taking my blood pressure and temperature (orally, I'll have you know) and duly writing them all down on my chart. This was your ordinary examining room. The examining table was on one side of the fairly small room which also had bathroom-style counters set up in the corner with the countertops and drawers forming a "V" in the corner and a sink set in the counter on one side. There were also 2 chairs, one of each side of the counters.
"Dr. Matthews will be in in a few minutes. He just started yesterday, and he's very competent," the nurse told me as she shut the door behind her leaving me with the impression that she had to say that to build up my confidence in him before seeing him.
"Oh, goodie, a new doctor," I sarcastically told myself. "At least, Dr. Ugly isn't here!"
A moment later, I heard a knock at the door and then it opened to reveal a man (young man, maybe I should say) who didn't appear much older than my 21 years. He was about 5' 9", 160-ish pounds, and had straight dark hair. His face was drop dead gorgeous! He let himself in my examining room with a smile on his face.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Matthews. Dr. Crochety is out today, so I'm seeing her patients. I recently graduated from medical school, but I know what I'm doing, so don't worry. Let's see," he said as he started flipping through my chart. "A cold, hmmmm. She gave you..." And then he started muttering nonsensical noises, at least to me, an engineering student. "Are you feeling better after taking the medicine?" he asked looking directly into my eyes.
I hesitated as his china blue eyes drilled into me. "He is so cute," I told myself as I told him, outloud, "Better, yes, ummm, but still slightly congested."
"Let's take a better look at you and see what we can find," he said as he put the chart on the counter and moved over toward me. "Take off your shirt for me and loosen your pants."
"Loosen my pants?!" I thought as I suddenly realized that my dick had noticed that stare I had just received from this dreamboat of a man. I was starting to get a little bit hard and wasn't sure that loosening my pants was going to help any. I slipped out of my shirt and sat back down on the paper, making a crunching noise.
"And the pants too," he coaxed.
"Alright, alright", I thought as I stood back up and undid the belt, then the button, then unzipped my jeans. My dick was making a very prominent bulge in my white bikini briefs which poked through the opening made by the zipper no longer keeping the sides of my pants together. I would have worn my more traditional tighty whities (non-bikini) if I had known the doctor wanted to check out more than my chest.
My pants slipped down a little as I sat back down on the crinkly paper which now left my undies-covered dick pretty much out in the open. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, but having this cute, hunky doctor ask me to get partially naked for him was starting to turn me on. I noticed that Dr. Matthews glanced down in my crotch before moving the stethoscope to my chest. Even the cold surface of the stethoscope on my chest didn't cool things down below. He had one hand on the stethoscope and moved the other hand to my back and started moving it around, sorta like he was rubbing my back. "What the hell??!" I wondered as I felt his hand gently move all over my back. After a moment of listening to my heartbeat, which was probably faster than normal given my current condition, Dr. Matthews moved the stethoscope to my back and moved his left hand, which had been rubbing my back, to my chest. As he moved the stethoscope around my back, he was rubbing my chest, paying particular attention to my pecs. My nipples started to get hard from the attention he was paying to them. My dick wasn't getting any attention, but he was wide awake and sure interested in some attention.
Dr. Matthews softly stepped back from me as he removed the stethoscope from his ears and draped it around his neck. He sighed heavily as his eyes started at my face and gradually dropped until they stopped at my hard, undies covered dick. He tore his eyes away and stepped back to the counter to retrieve my chart. He looked at it again and made a few notes on it.
"This chart is telling me that you haven't had a full physical in over a year. The congestion is breaking up just fine -- just finish the medication that you've been taking, and you'll be fine in another couple of days. Now, let's get on with that physical."
"You're the doc -- do what you need to do," I told him. I was getting the idea from his touching me and looking at my underwear that this exam may go somewhere I hadn't initially expected, but in a direction that I would gladly welcome.
"Your heart rate, blood pressure, and lungs sound good, well besides that little bit of congestion which will go away. Let's look at those eyes, then ears, then test the reflexes." With that said, he picked up his light and moved over directly in front of me. He looked into my eyes longer than any doctor ever has. As he stood there, my erection was staying as it was -- alive and well. I could also smell his cologne and his minty breath. He wasn't making it any easier on my erection smelling so good and standing that close to me. He checked my ears then moved back, again glancing down my body, stopping longer than necessary at my bulging briefs. He wrote more notes on my chart as he mumbled something about he hasn't seen green eyes like mine in awhile.
I went searching his left hand for a wedding ring and didn't see one. "Settle down, that still doesn't mean that he's not married," I told myself. "It doesn't mean that he is though," I told myself again with a small grin showing on my lips.
He put down his light and grabbed the little knee reflex hammer. He moved back over to me and leaned over getting ready to bang on my knees. At that point, my knees, and, of course, my dick, were more on his eye level. "Why don't you take your pants all the way off, so I can get to your knees better," he suggested. I complied and pulled my right leg up to pull off the right pant leg, then did the same for the left. I watched his eyes and gladly saw that his eyes stayed glued on my crotch. I had been trying to see his crotch too. Unfortunately for me, he was wearing dark pants, so it was hard for me to see any kind of a bulge that he might be packing, but I had been trying and meant to continue trying to see it as I would watch him move around and sit down during the course of this examination.
He thunked both my knees with the hammer and received the proper jerk action. Back to the chart he went and continued his notes.
"Now we should test some of your more delicate processes," he said looking back at me and glancing down at my dick. "Are you embarrassed sitting there like that?"
"A little bit, yes, but I'm OK." I truthfully answered him.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Ryan. You're a fine specimen of a young man." With that said, he stood up, moved to the door, and silently locked the door. He slipped off his white lab coat and fixed me with his blue eyes and started to smile at me. "Let's see about the health of your manly man parts," he said as he picked up a cup from the counter. "I need you to urinate in here for me, but stay in here to do it. You'll need to stand up." He moved toward me as I stood up, my white briefs bulging obscenely in front of me. He was still staring at my undies.
"Am I gonna go through with this?" I was asking myself. "Don't bail now!!" I started yelling at myself. A small part of me was unsure that I wanted to get fully naked with this doctor, but another, bigger part of me, in addition to the part of me that was throbbing and anxious to make an appearance, was telling me to hurry and get my underwear off. I decided to go with the bigger part of me and hooked my thumbs in the elastic at the top of my briefs and pushed down. As my undies went down, my freed dick flew up and slapped my stomach. I kept pushing them down until I had to bend over to step out of them. Then I stood up straight with my dick proudly standing out in front of me kind of waiving at Dr. Matthews. I put my hands to my side and looked right at Dr. Matthews as my face grew a little pinker. His eyes were glued to my dick, I noticed.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," Dr. Matthews said without moving his gaze from my dick, well, maybe, he was also looking at my full bush of dark pubes, but I couldn't be sure. He started to reach out toward me, then stopped. "May I?" he asked.
"Yes, please touch me," I said as I completely surrendered to that bigger part of me that wanted this. He reached out and gently touched the tip of my dick and slid his fingers down my shaft until they got lost in my pubes. We both started moaning at the same time. He grasped my shaft and started moving it back and forth. A drop of precum emerged from my slip which he immediately wiped off with his other hand and raised it to his mouth.
"MMhmmmm. I love precum," he said as he slurped it up. Because I had been so horny from the beginning of this exam, I didn't know how long I was going to last with his gentle strokes, so I told him so. With that, he stopped the strokes and moved his mouth down to my dick, engulfing the whole head before tightening his lips and slowly working his way down. With this added stimulation, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, but I tried to think of other things like homework. Dr. Matthews suction was too good, and I couldn't think of much else but how good he was making me feel; homework would just have to wait. I was rolling my head from side to side and looking down at the union of my dick and his head. It was too much, as I gave out loud grunt and started shooting my semen down Dr. Matthews' throat. He wanted to taste some, so he backed up a little so the remainder of my load would stay on his tongue. He had to swallow some of it since I couldn't stop shooting.
When I finally stopped, my legs were wobbly and I practically fell back onto the examining table. Dr. Matthews didn't follow me onto the table but stood up licking his lips. "MMmmm, tasty!!" was all he was able to say at that particular moment. With me laying down, my dick started to deflate and laid across my stomach as it started shrinking from his aroused state of 7 inches down to his flaccid state of 3 inches. Dr. Matthews reached out a gave my dick a few stokes to prevent him from fully deflating.
"Well, your penis seems healthy enough. From my examination, I can't find anything wrong with it. It looks perfect lying there in your pubes. It doesn't have any problem getting erect with the proper stimulation. You are able to ejaculate, and your semen is the right consistency and amount from what I, as a professional, would expect from a young man of your age. Now that that part of the examination is over, let's continue on, shall we?"
"What is left to examine?" I thought. Then the thought occurred to me that he might now be meaning to examine my ass. I have always liked playing with my ass, so this might be kinda fun.
I instinctively rolled over so that my ass was staring right at him.
"You read my mind, Ryan," he said as he reached out with both hands and started kneading both my butt cheeks. He squeezed them together and then spread them apart. As he spread them apart, I felt the cool air as it found my exposed pucker. He did that a few more times. Then he moved his head a bit closer and started exhaling into my exposed ass crack. His breath on my ass was feeling good. He moved his right hand from my cheek and started running it up and down my crack. He moved his left hand from my left cheek to my hanging balls and started caressing them. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The feelings of having my balls stroked and my ass crack also stroked was new to me and equally unbelievable. I don't have too much hair surrounding my hole, but Dr. Matthews was gently tugging on some of that hair which was another great feeling.
"Don't move," he told me as he stood up and moved back to the counter. As I looked back behind me, I could see him open one of the drawers under the counter and pull out a tube of something. "This will help with my examination," he told me as he moved back over to me. He unscrewed the top and squirted some of the clear gel onto his fingers. "I need to check your prostate," was all he said before he placed one of his gel coated fingers directly on my hole and gently pushed. The gel made any resistance I could manage futile. His finger slipped right in and right up to the second knuckle.
"Oooohhhhh," I grimaced and managed to say with the sudden invasion of my most secret place. I could tell he wasn't trying to ram his finger in my ass, but the slickness of the gel just let it happen that fast. I was more surprised by the suddenness of the act rather than any feelings of pain. There wasn't pain, maybe it can better be described as discomfort. He wiggled his finger around and did find my prostrate. More of those wonderful feelings flooded my groin, and I felt my dick respond with a jerk. Dr. Matthews kept running his finger across my prostate gland and soon had precum and cum dripping from my piss slit. I have played with my ass and my prostate before but have never managed to get that much precum and cum to actually drip as it was doing now. I kept on making my grunting noises the longer he kept his finger in me.
"Your prostate feels fine, but let me do some more checking just to make sure," he told me. With that statement, he inserted another finger in my ass and was strumming along my prostrate with both fingers. My dick was responding to this stimulation and was hard as a rock again. I think I felt him actually put another finger in, but I couldn't tell for sure. My ass was still feeling a bit of discomfort, but it was feeling good at the same time. "OK, one more check I need to do. For this last test, roll over and lay on your back. I need to get ready, so just wait a second for me."
I rolled over onto my back in time to see him drop his shirt on the floor. His chest was a dream come true for me. He had no chest hair. He obviously visits the gym on a regular basis because his stomach was flat, except for the 6 pack of defined abs. His belly button was an innie, and he had a thin trail of hair going from his belly button disappearing into his pants. His pecs were well-defined topped each with a nipple about the size of a quarter and the color between red and brown. His arms were also well developed with nicely defined biceps. From between my legs, I continued to watch him getting naked. "This is a great view," I briefly thought. I was on my back with my knees bent and my feet flat on the examining table. I could see my bent legs framed him and my own penis pulsing just above my pubes. He quickly undid his belt, undid the button holding his pants together, and unzipped his fly. With one motion, he pulled his pants and his underwear down his legs into a puddle around his feet. His dick popped up with the sudden release of the pressure his pants had maintained on him. It waived around a little bit in front of him. I saw that the treasure trail led down into a dark, lush bush of pubes perched at the point where his dick jutted out from his groin. His dick looked really good to me. From this position of looking straight on, I couldn't see how long he was, but it was pointing right at me. His balls sack looked full but his scrotum was letting his balls hang some. I captured this picture of him in the split second before he leaned down and tugged his pants, shoes, and socks off his feet. Then, there he was dressed, or should I say, undressed in the same manner I currently was.
I just had to suck on his dick, so I asked him to move around to my mouth. He complied and stuck that great looking piece of meat right in front of my face. I reached out and touched it. It was hot to my touch, hot and hard. I also that, like me, he was cut. I leaned over and took the head of his dick into my mouth and started to suck it. I leaned over a little more and took part of the shaft into my mouth. I could see now that Dr. Matthews was about 7 inches long, so I couldn't take all of it, but he was moaning and not complaining about how much I got in. I sucked him for about a minute before he pulled out and said that he had to finish with the examination he had started. He moved back to the counter, following his dick which was pointing the way, and grabbed the tube of lube that he had used earlier. A big squirt went onto his dick and another squirt onto his fingers which found their way onto and into my asshole. When I was sufficiently lubed from the outside and inside, he put his dickhead on my pucker then starting gently pushing. Since I was so well lubed and he had already loosened me up some with his fingers, he easily popped his head through. I felt some pain at that point, not being used to an actual dick up my ass. He continued to gently rock back and forth, each time getting more of his dick into me. In about a minute, he was balls deep into me, and I was loving it. I had some pain, but I could feel him rubbing across my prostate which took my mind off the pain. My stomach was getting all wet from the precum that was still dripping from my dick.
While he was pumping into me, I was looking at my dick sometimes, as I was slowly stroking it, and looking at Dr. Matthews sometimes. He was looking at me, then would look at my dick, then at his dick, then at the ceiling. We were both grunting and moaning as he continued to pump into me. I felt his dick get harder and he started to breathe heavier. He stopped moving and I felt his dick spasm in my ass then spasm again and again and again. His spasms set me off too, and I spasmed and blew a cum shot clear up to my chin and then another one up between my pecs then some drizzles that coated my hand and stomach. Dr. Matthews face was a bit sweaty and red as he kept his dick in me and leaned down for a peck on my lips. He moved back as his dick slid out of me. I looked between my legs at his dick which was still standing out in front of him just like when he first took his pants off. "Cool", I thought. I love it when a dick doesn't go flaccid for a moment after orgasm (like mine did -- it was currently mostly soft right now, after cumming twice in ten minutes).
"Well, Ryan, I think that examination went well, and I didn't find anything wrong with you, inside or out," Dr. Matthews said in a very professional tone. He walked back over to the counter where my chart was and made a few more notes. His penis had wilted a lot while he was writing. I got up and walked over to the counter where there was a box of Kleenexes. I grabbed some and leaned over and used them to clean off his dick. He was surprised, but let me finish the job. I then grabbed more and cleaned off my stomach, my asshole, and the back of my legs where Dr. Matthews cum had started dripping out of me.
"We still have one last test we should have done earlier. Here's a cup. We must have lost the first one somewhere," Dr. Matthews said as he handed me the cup. "I want you to urinate in it." I really didn't have to go very badly, but I did manage to give him a small sample. We both watched my penis very carefully as I peed. When I had finished, he reached over and give my dick one last pull before taking the cup from my hands. He wrote my name on the cup of the flask and said that a nurse would retrieve it after I'd left. He did tell me that my urine looked fine but that it would be tested.
We both put our clothes back on. I watched his dick as long as I could before he covered it up with his underwear and pants.
"Let's check up on that congestion again next week," said Dr. Matthews as he picked up my chart and unlocked the door. He smiled at me and winked as he opened the door and walked out.