The Doctor Is In

THE DOCTOR IS IN by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1999 by the author.

My employer switched health insurance carriers again a few months ago. A few days later, a memo came informing us that we had the option of switching to a new plan with a lower premium. In order to qualify, an employee would have to undergo a complete physical exam to make sure there were no pre-existing conditions. I hate doctors, usually. For one thing, since I'm gay, I'd always had my own physician for my "special" health problems, in order to avoid dealing with company doctors. If I wanted the price break on the insurance though, there was no getting around it, so I reluctantly scheduled the appointment and arrived at the scheduled time, fully expecting to be kept waiting.

I had to admit this clinic seemed on the ball, as a nurse called my name just five minutes after my arrival. I was weighed and measured quickly, then asked to wait in a small examination room.

The doctor entered about ten minutes later. He was a handsome man of medium height, with black hair lightly flecked with gray, and wire-rimmed glasses. I discreetly looked his slender but seemingly hard body over, and was favorably impressed. Somehow he seemed familiar, but at the moment I couldn't place him. "Hello, Mr. --Wallace? Steven Wallace? I'm Doctor Smith, Carl Smith. How are you today?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Hi Doctor, thanks, I'm fine." I said. Actually, Dr. Smith was attractive enough that the thought of undressing in front of him was making me a little nervous.

"Ready for your exam?"

"Yes, I am."

"Let's begin, then. I'd like you to get undressed down to your shorts," Dr. Smith said. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself too. I see you are thirty-two years old. Notice any health problems lately, Steve?"

"I don't think so, Doctor," I said, unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled off my shoes, unfastened my belt buckle and dropped my pants. I felt a bit silly standing in my briefs and dress socks, but I knew the linoleum floor would be cold and I didn't want to take them off. "Okay, I guess I'm ready," I said. I shivered a bit. Why are examining rooms always so cold anyway?

"Please sit on this examination table." Dr. Smith said. After I was in position, he approached me with a lighted device in his hand. "I'm going to flash this light in your eyes. Try and follow it with your eyes only, OK?"

After a moment, Dr. Smith said, "Looks good." He took up another instrument with a light, and put it in each of my ears, bending so that his head was very close to mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave, a pleasant scent, and felt his breath against my temple. The doctor continued methodically, getting the tongue depressor and making open my mouth and say "Ah" in the time-honored fashioned. Then he said, "Now I'm going to examine your neck for any swollen glands. I'll press very gently. Tell me if anything hurts."

His big hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as he did this. Somehow this was a turn-on and I felt myself begin to be aroused. I willed myself not to let it happen. I couldn't help shivering a bit with excitement, though.

"Looks good," Dr. Smith said. "Are you cold?"

"A little," I replied, truthfully, though that was not the only reason why I was shivering.

"I can tell, your nipples are erect." I started a bit at this comment, but Dr. Smith's face was impassive. He continued, "I'm going to listen to your heart with my stethoscope now. It's going to feel cold, too, just thought I'd warn you."

"Thanks, Doctor." By now I was getting quite nervous. The closeness of his presence was having an effect on me that I could not deny. I still had the distinct feeling, too, that I had seen him somewhere before.

Dr. Smith smiled apologetically. "Sorry it's so cold in here." He placed the stethoscope on my bare chest and I gasped at the feel of the cold metal on my skin. "I know this isn't exactly comfortable, but try and relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

I had to respond, however feebly, to his attempts to put me at ease. I swallowed, and managed to say, "I know, Doctor, I appreciate that." I desperately hoped he wouldn't look down and see that the bulge in front of my briefs had grown noticeably.

"Turn your back toward me now." I obeyed, relieved not to have to face him for a while. He tapped on my back several times, then said, "Now I'm going to listen to your breathing with the scope. Take a deep breath." I obeyed of course.

"Good. Exhale now."

He repeated the requests several times, moving the scope each time. "Good, you're doing very well," Dr. Smith said approvingly. In truth, I was more relaxed and breathing more easily now that I wasn't looking directly at his handsome face. I knew that this was only a momentary respite though, and the next moment it came to an end as he said. "Now please lie on your back on the table."

"Okay," I said, my nervousness returning. I lay on the table and stared at the fluorescent light on the ceiling and tried to make my mind a blank, and above all not to think about the front of my underwear.

Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to palpate your abdomen, looking for any swelling or abnormality. I hope you're not ticklish," he added, smiling slightly. He began to push in various places on my bare stomach. I was ticklish, and despite my nervousness I couldn't help smiling a little in reaction--it was a most peculiar sensation, this combination of erotic stimulation and discomfort.

"Am I tickling you?" Dr. Smith asked. His hand was below my navel now, approaching my groin area.

"Uh, yes... not too bad," I managed to get out. What would happen when he discovered my erection? The head of my penis was now very close to the waistband, and the bulge had to be unmistakable. As I thought this, Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to pull down the waistband of your underwear just a bit, okay?"

He suited the action to the words, and of course the head of my dick popped out. I was blushing and could not help letting a strangled "mmph" escape through my clenched teeth.

"Is something the matter?"

Was he playing games with me? What did he think was the matter? I tried to speak, but a coherent sentence would not emerge. "Uh... well, just embarrassed, I guess." I tried again. "You know... this." I waved my hand vaguely downward.

Dr. Smith smiled, and despite my humiliation, I had to admit he was a hot guy. "No need to be embarrassed, Steve. Erections are very natural occurrences. I see them all the time during medical exams. It's just an involuntary reflex."

What would he say if he knew that this particular erection was not a reflex? I knew he was trying to help, so I said, "Well, thanks, Doctor."

"No problem." Dr. Smith patted my stomach, and to my surprise, let his hand rest there. "You're a fine looking man." I looked sharply at him, but there was only professional reassurance in his smile. "Why don't we take a moment to let you relax. I had no idea a physical would make you this nervous. Take a few deep breaths and let them out, Steve."

I couldn't explain, of course, that it wasn't the physical, it was him that was responsible for my state. I tried to obey him, and it did seem to work a little bit, as I lay there breathing deeply. His hand resting on my stomach stopped being erotic and became strangely comforting. At last I felt my erection start to go down.

After a moment, the doctor said, "Feel better, Steve?"

"Yes, better, thanks, Doctor."

"Call me Carl," Doctor Smith smiled at me again. "Feel like you can continue?"

"Uh, ok." I wondered what was going to happen next.

"Good, Steve. Now, I'm going to examine your testicles for any abnormalities that might mean cancer. Have you ever done this procedure yourself?"

"Uh, no." Oh God, he was going to be touching my private parts again.

"You really should do this yourself every month, you know. Look closely at what I do so you'll know how to do a self-exam, OK? If you're ready, stand up and drop your shorts."

Carl stepped back to give me room. I slowly stood up, willing myself to stay calm and in control. Not meeting his eyes, I put my hands under the waistband of my underwear, skinned the briefs down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them. I resisted a strong desire to cover my crotch.

Still looking down, I saw his big hand reach out and gently take hold of first one ball, then the other, rolling the nuts gently between his fingers, applying the barest amount of pressure. "Just relax," Carl said again.

I looked up at him and grinned weakly. "I'm trying."

"Okay, the testicular exam is done. Looks fine." Carl continued to look at me with a somewhat quizzical air. After a moment, he said, "Now I'm going to check for hernias."

He placed a hand against my left groin. "Turn your head and cough."

I obeyed. Switching to the other side, Carl said, "Again. Good, everything seems fine. Now, I'm going to raise your penis and look at the underside of the shaft for any sores or abnormalities." He suited the action to the words.

By now I was in agony again. I was naked, in front of a really attractive man who was gently touching all of my private parts, and I could do nothing to respond. When was this ordeal going to be over? I lowered my head, blushing again.

I heard Carl say blandly, "You seem to be getting another erection."

Through gritted teeth I replied, "Sure looks like it."

"Steve, there's no need to be embarrassed. Especially since you have quite a nice endowment." I heard the smile in his voice and quickly looked up into his face. In an instant it all came back to me, why Carl seemed so familiar.

It had been a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I had gone to one of the bathhouses in town, an activity I still indulged in occasionally, with caution. It was crowded, being the weekend, but the pickings were slim. After an hour or two, though, I noticed a man catching my eye again and again as we both wandered around the place. He was in his early to mid-thirties, just slightly above average height, slender but toned, with a moderately hairy chest. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses which gave him an appealingly intelligent air.

I was attracted to him, but every time I moved nearer, he drew away and melted into the crowd. At first I was annoyed at what I thought was his game-playing. Then I shrugged. Maybe this was his first time and he was just shy. He certainly didn't look like the type who usually frequented this place. I decided to bide my time. It was just bad luck that I had chosen not to rent a private cubicle.

Finally at one point during the night there was a lull one of the common rooms (what they used to call orgy rooms), and I found myself alone with him in the semidarkness. I decided to play it cool and let him make the first move. For a moment we simply stood there on opposite ends of the dimness. I was elated when he finally moved toward me. I caught his eye as he came up to me and nodded. I returned the greeting, still reserved, not wanting to scare him off by coming on too strong.

"Crowded tonight, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes, it is," I replied.

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this. I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"So you don't come here often?" I asked, smiling as I heard myself say the old line, or a variation of it, once again.

"Can't remember the last time," my companion replied. We stood silent again. I was afraid he was going to walk away and that would be the end, so I decided to make a move. I reached up slowly and began to stroke his bare chest with the back of my hand, very gently. I heard his quick intake of breath.

"Is this all right?" I asked.

A pause, then he said, "Feels nice." I looked down and saw his erection jutting up behind his towel. I knew mine must look the same. The next moment I felt his hand reach through the opening in my towel and find my hard cock. He squeezed it gently, then began to stroke it.

He said, "You have quite a nice endowment."

His words had such a formal ring that I was tempted for a second to chuckle, but his touch was exquisite--soft and sensuous. I felt myself become genuinely aroused, my breathing quickening.

We stood there side by side, silently caressing, for a few more seconds. Then to my dismay a pair of barfly types strode into the room, conversing in loud voices. He was gone in a flash. Shit! I thought. Just my luck. I thought of following him out, but somehow I knew that the moment had passed and we wouldn't make contact again that night. Annoyed and unsatisfied, I put my clothes on and left ten minutes later.

All these memories passed through my mind in a flash, triggered by the sentence he had spoken. The hot man I had lost that night in the baths was standing in front of me, holding my dick again, except that now he was not an anonymous trick, but my doctor. I was still breathing hard and blushing, but not with embarrassment. I was excited beyond words, unable to believe my luck. In the same moment I made a split-second decision to continue playing dumb. After all, I still wasn't sure that he knew who I was, and I knew already he was shy. A sudden come-on from a previously reticent patient might startle or even offend him.

So I kept things simple--for the moment--by saying, "Thanks."

Despite myself, some change must have been audible in my voice, because Carl's smile widened and became something more than professional. He still might not know who I was, but I was now sure that he knew we were both on the same wavelength. I became even more sure when he asked, "How long has it been since your last orgasm?"

"I don't know exactly, Carl, a couple of weeks. Why do you ask?"

"Well," said Carl, "If you haven't had sex lately, this might explain your arousal. You just aren't getting enough." He was grinning widely now. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I guess you're right, that's not good, is it?"

Carl's hand began to move gently up and down my shaft, his index finger rubbing my engorged, circumcised head. "Do you masturbate, Steve? Silly question," he said, as I burst out laughing, a little too loudly because of my excitement. "Do you know why you should? It's not just to feel good."

I tried to keep playing this game along with him. "Really?"

"Really," Carl said. "Too much fluid buildup in the prostate can cause congestion, discomfort and maybe even infection. Got to keep those passageways clear. That's why lots of sex is actually good for a man, as long as it's safe, of course."

I didn't trust myself to say more than, "Yes."

Carl said, "That reminds me, I should examine your prostate. But first you'll have to excuse me for a minute." He turned and left the office, leaving me naked, erect and with thoughts whirling in my head. I bent down and pulled off my ridiculous dress socks, though. What was the point of leaving them on? After a few minutes Carl returned. I noticed he shut the door firmly and pushed the latch in the doorknob so that no one could enter from the outside.

He came back up to me and said quietly, "Sorry I left. If I had just locked the door someone would have wondered what was going on. I went and told my nurse that I was with a patient who was very modest and embarrassed about being undressed. I told her you were particularly worried that a female would walk in while you were being examined, and that I was going to latch the door for a few minutes. I couldn't have gotten away with this with a female patient, but since you're a guy, she's cool with that." He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Little does she know--" The next moment his lips were on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. Our bodies pressed up against one another, mine naked, his clothed. I felt a hard bulge through his trousers that matched my erection. Carl broke away after a moment and said, "Damn, I wish we had more time. If the door's locked too long, someone will get suspicious. Besides, I do have to complete your exam. So, Mr. Wallace, I'll have to ask you to turn around, bend over and grasp the edge of the examination table with your hands."

I obeyed, my erection rock hard. As I waited, bent over, I heard the snap of a latex glove being stretched over Carl's hand. He opened a drawer, took a tube of K-Y jelly and applied it to the gloved fingers. I heard the suppressed laugh in his voice as he said, "I usually tell my patients that this procedure may cause some discomfort. I don't think that will be true in your case. Okay, here we go."

I felt him insert the cold gloved finger into my rectum and slowly push inward. In a moment he reached the button of my prostate gland. I suppressed a moan.

Carl said, "I can feel your prostate. I'm going to press gently on it. Tell me what you feel."

A wave of sensation jolted me and I gasped. "Not painful?" Carl asked, concerned.

I managed to say, "No, it's not... painful at all." Actually, I had forgotten just how good it could feel. Without looking I knew that precum was dripping out of my piss slit and onto the floor of the examining room.

"Okay, I'm going to massage the gland now." His finger began to move and I started seeing stars. I couldn't suppress a groan. "Steve, are you OK?"

"God yes," I gasped. "Feels wonderful."

"Your gland does seem a bit congested. I'm going to use two fingers now." I felt my hole stretch to accommodate two fingers and knew that I wanted something even larger up there. "Yes, we're getting quite a lot of fluid out of there, I see. You're dripping quite a bit."

"Must... be... the massage," I managed to say.

I looked around at Carl, his gloved fingers up my butthole, smiling at my sweet torment. "Your congestion may need to be relieved with an ejaculation, I think, Steve."

I kept my voice steady, still playing the game, as I said, "What would be the best way to do that, Doctor?"

Carl said, "Well, you have a choice. You may either masturbate yourself, or I can do it for you. Either way, I will continue the prostate massage, to make sure the maximum amount of fluid is expelled. So what would you prefer, Steve?"

I looked him in the eye and said, "I'd like you to do it."

"You would like me to stimulate you to orgasm?"

I decided to go for broke. "Yes, Doctor, but to ejaculate, I need more intense stimulation."

I was amused to see that Carl blinked, surprised that his patient had raised the stakes so readily. Momentarily uncertain, he repeated, "Need more what, Steve?"

I reached back, found the bulge in his front and rubbed it. "To cum."

Carl, recovering quickly, smiled. "I see. Well, let's see what we can do about that. You realize we only have a very limited time?"

"I like quick ones."

At that Carl laughed out loud. "You've certainly gotten very relaxed, Steve." He removed his gloved hand from my rectum, stripped off the glove and discarded it. He opened the drawer again and, to my delight, took out a wrapped condom. Still holding the rubber, his hands unbuttoned his white coat, then unbuckled his belt. He lowered his zipper and his dress pants dropped to the floor, revealing boxer shorts tented with a sizable erection. I turned to face him and, grasping the waistband of his underwear, drew it down. His erect, cut cock sprang free, wet with precum. I whistled softly.

Carl gave another short, almost embarrassed laugh. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but you've got me so damn hot... I've got to warn you though, we can't make much noise. These walls are thin."

I had grasped his cock and was stroking it as he had stroked mine earlier. Smiling into his eyes, I said, "I'll be quiet, Doctor."

"Just let me put this on," Carl said, ripping the package open and expertly unrolling the rubber over his dick. "Well, it's prelubed, and I've got quite a lot of K-Y in you already." He leered at me. "I think you'll be fine."

Fully into the excitement and risk of what we were about to do, I was breathing heavily. "I think so, Doctor."

"Now turn around again and we'll--um--complete the procedure," he laughed softly.

I took a last look at my doctor and partner in crime, with his trousers tented around his ankles, his boxer shorts down to his knees, his erection jutting out between the lapels of his white coat. The whole sight would have been absurd except for his tremendous attractiveness and palpable lust.

"Okay, Doc," I smiled, turning and assuming the position once more.

Even about to fuck a patient in the butt, Carl couldn't shake off his bedside manner. "Now just try and relax," he said behind me. "Take deep breaths."

I felt him position his cock against my slick anal opening. A moment later he began to push very gently. I felt the muscles begin to yield. "Just relax.....relax," Carl crooned. The head of his cock slipped in at that moment and my asshole closed behind it. I grunted.

"How are you feeling, Steve?"

"Okay," I managed to say.

"I'm going to push in slowly now." He suited the action to the words and I felt the pole of flesh begin to invade my innards. I moaned softly with pleasure.

"Am I hurting you?" Carl asked.

"Hell no," I gasped, "It feels wonderful. Oh wow." Finally I felt him stop, his balls pressed up against my cheeks. I heard him fumbling with something behind my back, but didn't bother to look. Then, Carl began to slide in and out of my butt hole, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"Oh yes, fuck me," I breathed, my eyes closed, my teeth gritted, reveling in the sensations coursing through me. "Yes, Carl, do it."

Carl bent over me and took my cock in his right hand, in which he had squeezed some more K-Y. He spread it over my dripping organ and began to jack off my slippery tool in rhythm with his assault on my asshole.

"How's... it... feel, Steve?" I heard his voice whisper against my ear, his words interspersed with grunts as his pelvis slammed against my butt.

"Fuck me Doctor."

"That's right, take my cock, you fucker. Can you feel it as I pound you with it, stud?" He growled out the words in a whisper, somehow making them even more intense in their lust. All his professional demeanor had fallen away--he was finally doing what he had missed doing to me in the baths, long weeks ago.

"Yes, Doctor," I whispered. "Yes, oh yes."

"Take my cock, stud. Take it, fucker."

"Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Deeper please."

The examination table shook as Carl slammed into my body. Through it all, we had remained almost completely silent, which only heightened the excitement.

"I want to hear you cum Steve. Getting close?" I looked down. His hand was a blur, passing over and over the purple mushroom head of my cock, so engorged I thought it would explode at any moment.

"YES... I'm going to cum all over."

"That's right. I want you to cum, Steve. Shoot that load. Cum on, stud."

I felt the climax begin to boil up in my lower body, pushed over the edge at last by the combined assault on my dick and asshole. "Oh god, I'm going to cum."

"Give it to your doctor. CUM NOW, STEVE!"

I shouted as the first spurts exploded from my cock. Carl clapped his left hand over my mouth so I was reduced to muffled grunts as drop after thick drop of hot fluid fell on the linoleum floor. My anal muscles convulsively squeezed Carl's throbbing dick. His gasps echoed in the small room as he thrust all the way into me as far as he could go, and I knew he was dumping his load into the rubber inside of me.

"Oh god, that feels good," I heard Carl whisper. "Your butt feels so good squeezing my cock." He was still thrusting into me, but gradually slowing down, still gasping for breath. He finally stopped, drawing his hand away from my mouth.

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" Carl said. "Sorry I had to gag you."

I laughed softly, "It's OK, you warned me."

Carl let go of my spent sticky cock, and finally begin to slide out of me slowly, slowly, as if he were reluctant to go. I let one last gasp escape me as he popped out of me, then it was over, for the moment. I turned around, gingerly avoiding stepping in my cum.

"We made a mess," I said.

"Heck, it was worth it," Carl replied, peeling off his rubber. His professional manner returned with remarkable quickness as he pulled tissues from a dispenser, wrapped and disposed of the condom, then set about cleaning himself and rearranging his clothing. He was dressed and dapper again before I had fully caught my breath.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked. Now that the heat of our activity had subsided, I was shivering. "There's a little bathroom here," Carl said, opening another door. "I'll let you get yourself cleaned up."

He was once more his cool, controlled self. I felt a fleeting disappointment as I took my underwear and entered the bathroom. Was he going to pretend that nothing had gone on? Was I going to walk out of here and never see him again? Brushing these thoughts aside, I ran water and wiped myself off, concentrating on the business at hand.

When I emerged, Carl had cleaned up the floor, and had even reopened the latched door. "You can get dressed now, Steve," he said, a bit too loudly, and I knew he was saying it for the benefit of any passersby who might have wondered what we were doing in a locked office. "Everything checks out fine."

A moment later, as I approached the chair next to the exam table where I had put the rest of my clothes, he intercepted me and caught me in an affectionate hug. We were not visible from the doorway, but I just had time to hug him back before he looked toward the door and let me go. My fears of a few minutes earlier melted away. Carl really was a nice guy, in addition to being the hottest doctor I had ever encountered.

"I wish you didn't have to put those back on," he said softly.

I was feeling good and decided to tease him, just a little. "Well, this makes up for that Saturday night at Man's Country."

I was unprepared for Carl's reaction. He turned deep red with embarrassment, looked down and bit his lip. After a moment, he looked up sheepishly. "So you knew. When did you figure it out, Steve?"

I told him what he had said that had triggered my memory, and Carl laughed. "I should really come up with some better lines, huh?" He shook his head ruefully, looking more charming than ever. "I thought about you all the time after that. I could have kicked myself for running away, but I was intimidated. That's not my usual scene. When I walked in and I saw you today, I couldn't believe my luck." He smiled and kissed me lightly again. "Listen, buddy, this has really been great, but I've got to get to my next patient. You'd better get dressed."

Choosing my words carefully, I said, "Will I see you again, Carl?"

There was no doubt about his reaction. "Hell, yes! We doctors need to be examined, too, you know," he winked. "You know where to find me, bud. And I've got all your vital info right here," he said, tapping the chart he had taken from the pocket on the doorway.

At the doorway, he shook my hand and said in his professional voice, "Take the pink sheet to the receptionist and she'll check you out. Have a good day, Steve," then added in a whisper, "I'll call you." Then he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. It had certainly been a most unusual day.

Carl did call, and we've gotten together often since, both as friends and fuck buddies. He's no longer my doctor, though. Soon after we met, he referred me to another physician, citing ethics and saying I needed "objective and disinterested" medical advice. Still, that experience has changed forever how I feel about doctor's offices and visits. There's probably been more than one nice, straight doctor who's wondered why I seem unable to control my erections during a routine physical...

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