A physical examination with a prostate exam, it's something that's been stewing in my mind for years. I am in my thirties, athletic and healthy. I'd never had such an exam, and neither had any of my friends I asked. It was a concept I found alluring and scary at the same time.
I get an email from my new doctor's office. "It's time for your annual physical!" it says. Annual physical? I haven't had a physical since I was in high school. I guess I've been avoiding them, plus feel healthy enough that I figure don't need ever one. But this new insurance policy I have tells me I have no choice. So I make an appointment and go in, feeling a little weird about it since doctors' offices have always made me uncomfortable.
I'm in the waiting area and I'm nervous. Eventually the doctor calls me into the exam room. He is in his late 30s with blue eyes and a lot of tattoos. He smiles.
"Hi, I'm doctor Pine. Looks like you're here for a physical exam."
"Yes" is all I say.
He has me put on a gown which is pretty small, reaching maybe a couple of inches below my balls. It feels embarrassing, but the breeze down there is stimulating.
We begin and things are smooth. Height, weight, family history, some conversation about my sex life. I feel like I'll be out of here in a few minutes.
Oh yeah, the hernia check. Doctor Pine sits on a stool facing my crotch and has me pull the gown up. My large dick instantly starts to get hard. He finishes quickly and tells me I can lower the gown, but my heart rate is faster now.
"Ok Dean, let's get you on the table for a prostate check. Curl up on your side."
With this, my heart begins pounding like never before. A prostate exam seemed like a freaky distant concept that didn't apply to me, but here we are about to actually do it. I am almost shaking from nervousness, but I do a good job of hiding it and keeping calm.
I get onto the table and into fetal position. Doctor Pine goes over to the side table and squeezes out a mound of lube onto a paper towel. With a glob of it on his finger, he comes over and moves the gown away exposing my ass. Without any warning or hesitation he inserts his finger into my ass and hits my prostate immediately. His finger is pretty fat.
I always expected this to be painful, but in reality it feels pretty good. He pushes into my prostate a couple of times, then goes around tracing the edges. My dick at this point is very hard but he can't see it. I wonder if that's why he has me in fetal position; maybe that's an office policy to keep patients from being embarrassed by having erections.
It's over in seconds and I leave the office. I wish that had lasted longer, but I'm pretty high from the experience anyway.
It's about a year later when I have another appointment with Doctor Pine to have some blood samples taken. I'm not here for a physical this time, so I should be in and out quickly.
I sit down at Doctor Pine's desk and we have a conversation my health and habits. He gives me a bunch of paperwork. Looks like I'm going to walk out of his office and get blood samples taken from someone in another room. I say thanks and get ready to leave.
"Before you go, let's do a quick exam," he says suddenly.
This is happening before I have any time to think. "OK," I answer.
"Alright" he says, "just come over here and bend over the table." I unzip my pants and pull them down. With the weight of my belt buckle, my pants drop to the ground with a clink and I bend over and put my elbows on the table. This is far more intense than the fetal position I was in last time.
Again Doctor Pine inserts his finger and hits my prostate. He pushes on it, traces the edge, pushes again. His exam lasts longer but is still quick. He pulls his finger out.
"Great. Now face me and let's check out the front." He's sitting on a stool again and I stand in front of him with the gown raised, exposing me up to my belly button. With gloved hands he examines my balls one by one, then my dick, pulling back on the foreskin. It's half hard.
A big drop of precum oozes out of my dick as he squeezes it. "Ah" he says before swabbing a sample of it to send to the lab.
My dick is throbbing, but again the exam is over.
Now dressed, and hiding the giant bulge in my crotch with my bike helmet, I walk back into the waiting room and wait to be called in for the lab work.
Every couple minutes another doctor comes out and calls in a patient. I look up at one point and see a doctor standing there and I'm stunned. He is in his 20s and unbelievably attractive. With a smile he brings his patient back. What I would give to have a physical exam from that guy, I think to myself.
My name is called a few minutes later.
"Dean?"
I look up and see it's the extremely handsome guy from a few minutes ago. I am beyond happy.
"Hey there, I'm Avery. We're going to take some samples today." He is very nice with an arresting smile. We chat as he takes a blood sample then a throat swab.
"Ok, next is the anal swab" he says. I'm thrilled to have this guy swab my ass. But he follows with "this is a self swab. Take this into the bathroom, insert it into your anus an inch, spin it a full spin, take it out, then put it in this container and leave it in the box outside the restroom."
"Self test, huh? Interesting, I've never done this to myself." I'm hoping I can get him to offer to help me, but he doesn't. I follow up with the self swab then go home. I can't get him out of my head for the next two days.
I'm a combination of excited and nervous when I have another appointment for an STD test a month later. I have a feeling Doctor Pine will give a more thorough exam this time.
I show up to the office and am surprised to see who is standing outside: Avery, the lab technician from last time I was here. He's standing there with his bike, about to leave. We have a chat about cycling for a few minutes, then I say bye and head into the office.
I sit down at Doctor Pine's desk and we have the same conversation about health and habits. Then we get straight to the examination.
"Ok Dean, drop your pants and let's have a look," he says, sitting on his stool. Gloved as usual, he examines my balls and dick, again getting engorged with blood slowly.
"Ok, turn around." I turn and bend over the table and he prods at my hole. Then he pulls my cheeks apart and spreads my hole open. Then he proceeds with the prostate exam.
"I need to get a better angle. Get up on the table," he says. I'm pretty stunned, but I oblige and get on all fours. He continues he exam from behind me, pushing harder and causing my body to lunge forward a bit. He pushes in a few times with more force than he has before.
"Alright, things are looking good. You can get dressed."
As I start to get off the table, my heart pounding, I notice Doctor Pine is putting on another glove and I wonder why. He says "hold on. I want to check one more thing. Stand in front of me again."
I stand at attention, staring at the ceiling, my dick half hard again. "I want to check for discharge," he says, and pulls back on my foreskin. I guess he wants another sample of precum.
"It comes out of me right away sometimes, and sometimes it takes awhile," I tell him.
He starts moving back and fourth with his fingers, pulling my foreskin across my shaft. I realize he is basically going to stroke my dick until precum emerges. A couple of minutes in, nothing is coming out. I'm a bit self conscious because I'm usually fast and prolific making precum. I don't know why it's so slow today, and I don't know what's going to happen.
"Dean, lay on the table," I'm told. I get on the steel table and lay on my back. Doctor Pine pulls out the table extension that holds my legs. He applies lube onto my dick and continues stroking it slowly. Within seconds I look down and actually see a lot of precum oozing out. But he keeps stroking.
"Pull your legs up," he says. I put my feet flat on the table, my shorts and belt still around my ankles. With his other hand he inserts his finger into my anus again. My brain isn't comprehending what is happening. I just obey, and I am really starting to pant.
"Dean, get on all fours," he says. I do it.
The fluorescent lights are bright. There are people in the next room, people in the hallway, people in the waiting area, people behind the front desk. I am trying my best to keep quiet and calm even though my heart is about to pound its way out of my chest. Doctor Pine continues stroking my lubed cock that's so hard it feels like it might burst. He continues massaging my prostate while my ass is arched up towards the ceiling.
Eventually I realize I'm about to cum. Every muscle in my body feels like a coiled rubber band. My asshole tightens. My dick feels like a volcano about to erupt. Each time his finger hits my prostate a throbbing wave of intensity pulses through every nerve in my body. I am panting, whimpering, shaking, and finally a massive load shoots out of me and all over the table. I've been holding it for a week. The amount of cum is a massive puddle beneath me.
Doctor Pine hands me two tissues and walks over to his desk. It takes me a minute to get off the table, wipe up and get dressed.
"See you next time" is all he says, and I leave, stunned.