I hate doctor visits Am I the only 36 year old who hates to go to the doctor?
Last month I had a miserable cold. It just wouldn't go away. Finally I decided
to go to a doctor just to get some pills. So I called the HMO that I belong to
through my company. They asked who my doctor was and I said I didn't have one
because I never got sick! So they assigned me to somebody and gave me an
appointment. I arrive feeling nervous and edgy. I just hate going to doctors. I
don't really know why. I just can't stand some guy probing and prodding me and
sticking his fingers who knows where. Well I enter the office of this doctor and
look around. The office is fairly bare. There is nothing on the walls and there
are cardboard boxes piled here and there around the office. It looks like
someone just moved in. A very young enthusiastic looking woman gets up from
behind the desk and quickly approaches me. She presents her hand and smiles.
"I'm doctor McFadden," she says and gives me the kind of handshake that leaves
your hand wanting more. Dr. McFadden is about 32 or so and she tells me she just
started with this clinic. She has been out of residency for a total of one
month! She has vivid blue eyes and I notice she has no wedding band. I think to
myself that this gal must be a real heartbreaker After all, She is a physician,
about 5 foot 8 inches tall, long black straight hair, deep blue eyes, and a
great smile. I can tell she likes to work out by the way her white shirt
stretches across her breasts and bags out across her waist. No doubt a washboard
stomach goes with those lovely breasts, and tight ass. She sits down at her desk
and takes out a piece of paper. I tell her I'm only here to get a prescription
because of my cold. "Well how long has it been since you had a complete
physical?" She asks. Stupidly, I say I can't even remember the last time I was
in a doctor's office. Dr. McFadden has virtually no patients except for me and,
as I will soon learn, wants to try out everything she has been taught in school.
The inquisition begins. Nothing passes her scrutiny. She asks about my family,
how much exercise I get (some when I can), whether I drink, smoke, and how my
sex life is going. I tell her trying to be funny : "What sex life? I only came
in because of a stuffy nose!" Next thing I know she ushers me into the next
office for a checkup. OK, I say, at least now I will get this over with and get
my pills. She walks in behind me, opens up a drawer and pulls out one of those
thin, green gowns that patients wear. "Take off all of your clothes and put this
on," she says then turns to walk out the door. Great! Just what I wanted. To be
totally poked and prodded. And, oh God, I hope she isn't into that prostate
exam, shit. She comes back in and asked me to sit up on the bench. Well by this
time I've got the gown on and it is hanging completely open in the back. (Who on
earth can figure out how to tie those things shut.) She looks in my nose, throat
and ears. Then she fumbles with the gown so that it falls off my shoulders and
drops into my lap as I'm seated. A cold stethoscope is quickly pushed against
several parts of my chest. Her soft firm hands grip my back as she listens to
the sound of my heart. By now my heart beat must be high because I feel totally
vulnerable and nervous. I'm not sure what is coming next but I'm sure I won't
like it. She completes the requisite steps such as the rubber hammer to the
knee. I oblige with the necessary kick : OK so my reflexes are not broke. Now
she asks me to lay down. I fear the worst is yet to come. "Why don't you just
lay back," she says as I see her pull a rubber glove over her right hand. "Just
let me pull this up a little," she says as the green gown, which is now bunched
up in a pile over my crotch is pulled up to my chest exposing my groin. Since I
am not really wearing it anyway, she just takes it completely away leaving me
naked on the examination table. "Does this hurt?" she asks as she gently lifts
my testicles in her left hand. "No, I feel fine." "Well just tell me if anything
hurts," she instructs. By this time she has pushed my penis up against my
stomach and is holding it there with her right hand. Her thumb and fore finger
gently hold both sides of my penis just below the glans while her left hand
slowly and deliberately massages each testicle, in turn, though my sagging
scrotum. She then turns her attention to my penis. "I see that you're not
circumcised." she remarks. "I haven't had a chance to examine many like that
yet." "Well...., aah that's just..... the way I am.... I guess.." I reply rather
lamely. I mean it IS rather obvious I'd think with her feeling me all over.
Still, unfazed the doctor continues to given her undivided attention to my
organ. Her fingers are around my glans and she is delicately pulling my prepuce
downwards. "Do you ever have blood or puss in your urine?" she asks. "No," is my
stoic reply as I just cringe. After all I only came in for some pills. Not to be
dissuaded, she continues with her interrogation. "When you have an erection, do
you ever have any pain?" "No problem there," I reply, "But I haven't had sex in
a long time. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment." "Any problem retracting
your foreskin ? Can you uncover your glans easily ?" "Well, it can be a bit
sensitive at times." "Do you masturbate often?" Taken totally by surprise, and
now, totally uptight, I reply, "No, not really. Why do you ask?" "Well, because
there is a little redness just around the opening of your prepuce. And I notice
that there appears to be some minor chafing and some small red lines," says Dr.
McFadden. A red glow rises in my cheeks and a fire warm feeling flows from my
neck up to my forehead. "I sometimes get a little sore there," I respond. "When
you are erect, is it easy to retract your foreskin and bare your glans ?" she
asks. My mouth hangs open in amazement. Is this woman for real? I only want some
pills! But I sheepishly reply, "No not really. I guess I'm kind of narrow." By
this time I wish I could just crawl under a rock. And to make matters worst, I
start to feel a little sensation in my balls and penis as I start getting a
little hard. "How come you weren't circumcised at birth?" she asks. "I was born
overseas and apparently the hospital staff thought it a barbaric custom, or so
I've always been told," I sheepishly reply trying to be witty. "I've always felt
that there is no real justification for circumcision if you wash regularly and
keep your genitals clean. But apparently is was an accepted practice among
physicians. I really think that they just wanted to discourage masturbation by
young boys. Speaking of which, do you ever have any rawness when you
masturbate?" she asks. Wishing I could shrivel up and die, I reply "Well, I
guess sometimes. But I usually use hand cream. Otherwise I do get a little
sore." "Can you pull the skin all the way down ?" "Not always, I really have to
take my time about it and lubricate myself well." "I should really check this
out. You just relax", she says as my obviously growing member begins to fill her
hand. "Don't be embarrassed, many men get erections when their penis is touched.
After all, you are only 36. You are still in your sexual prime. And not having
sex recently, you will probably be easily stimulated." She removes both gloves
and takes my now three quarter erect penis between the thumb and forefinger of
her right hand. She runs her left fore finger along the underside of my penis
from the top of my hairy ball sack up to and over my glans and up to my pee
hole. "Do you find the skin above your corona to be more sensitive than the
shaft skin below?" she asks. "Sure," I say as she continues to run her finger
slowly up and down the underside of my penis. By now I am fully hard and my
breathing is nearly panting. I can sense that pre-come is beginning to seep out
of my urethra. "Sometimes the prepuce opening can become too small for an erect
adult member. Ideally all uncircumcised boys should routinely retract their
foreskin and practice uncovering their glans penis, but I suppose many parents
are a bit prudish about that." Without saying a word, she continues to focus her
eyes on my penis. I can feel her touching the flared rim of my glans with her
fore finger as she slowly circles the entire circumference of my cock head. She
dips her finger into the small pool of pre-come that is starting to pool at the
entrance to my pee hole. With her wet finger, she retraces a circle around the
rim of my flared glans. Then she continues very slowly down an inch until she
reaches my rimmed corona. Then she inserts her finger into the opening and
proceeds to feel under the skin of my prepuce. It feels odd but pleasant, and it
is something I have never thought of doing myself. She pushes her finger all the
way to my sensitive rim and circles my glans. It is so sensitive that I almost
jerk away. She smiles at this and says that maybe applying a desensitizing cream
could help. She now releases my penis, but it defies gravity by poking directly
at the ceiling. Her deep blue eyes look directly into my face and she smiles
broadly. She clearly enjoys her job. I wish I could say the same! "Let me see
just how tight the skin is," she says mostly to herself. She now grips my erect
throbbing penis with her soft, firm right hand. The back of her hand is toward
my face and I see smooth veins crisscross under the tanned tight skin. Her touch
is very gentle and she knows exactly where to grip so that adequate skin is both
above and below her fist to allow a smooth stroke. I watch as she carefully
closes her grip a quarter of an inch below my glans. In a gentle, slow stroke
she pushes the taught skin up until it bunches under my glans. She forces the
skin up as far as it will go until I feel a twinge of pain. In doing so, my
scrotum is pulled a quarter of the way up along my shaft. "You're quite right.
There's not much of an opening there to slide back and forth through. Let me see
just what type of uncovering there is," she says as she slowly pushes the skin
back toward my balls. Suddenly, she jerks the skin hard. I jump a little as I
feel the shaft skin suddenly pull taught dragging the flared rim of my glans
down so that it appears as a minor hill along a smooth landscape. "Some
physicians would recommend circumcision to remedy this condition but I think it
can be corrected by manual stretching and regular applications of the right skin
lotion just as well. It may take a bit longer but it will be a less painful
solution. And I don't suppose you'd care to loose the sensitivity in the tip of
penis either. Besides having a prepuce can provide some extra stimulation for
your partner. When you have intercourse you should please a woman pretty well.
Your taught skin should provide a lot of friction," she comments like a proud
admirer might comment about a friend's vintage car. She turns her gaze toward me
and her beautiful white teeth gleam as she stares into my eyes. By now
pre-ejaculate is leaking down my man shaft like a dripping faucet that has
needed the attention of a plumber for a long time. Her bare hand has become
lubricated so that when she pushed her hand up to the edge of my flared rim, the
rim easily slides under the edges of her firm grip. Only the tight shaft skin
stops her hand from caressing the purple mushroom head. Back and forth, and back
and forth goes her powerful grip alternatively stretching my shaft skin to its
physical limits. Involuntarily my back arches. A rush of air hisses through my
nostrils as I suddenly breath in a violent rush of air. My clenched teeth and
tightly shut lips prevent any air from entering my lungs through my mouth.
Sensing that I may be on the verge of coming, Dr. McFadden stops her rhythmic
strokes. I can feel sweat puddling between the small of my back and the leather
covered examination table. In a desperate attempt to distract my attention I
ask, "Do women get circumcised?" "Oh, Yes," she replies. "In some cultures,
especially in Africa It is virtually universally done to ensure they do not
become promiscuous or addicted to sexual pleasure," she answers casually,
perfectly at ease discussing either the circumcision of my penis or her vagina.
"Some women in the West have it done in order to achieve better orgasms, I don't
have that problem though." His relaxed attitude relieves some of my anxiety and
genuine curiosity overtakes me. "Are many men uncircumcised ?" I ask. "Oh yes
and certainly when you look at it on a global basis," she replies, "As a matter
of fact, in most countries circumcision is not a routine practice and when it is
practiced it's usually a matter of religion. It really makes very little
difference to sexual enjoyment though. In your case, however, I would recommend
using a skin cream to give your prepuce some more elasticity. The glans opening
is so tight that you are causing slight tears in the skin immediately around it.
Try not masturbating with a dry hand. Or at least don't yank on the skin so
violently," she casually comments as if she were talking about the latest sports
scores. As she stands next to the examination table I can see the outline of her
nipples poking through her bra and blouse The outline is fairly clear through
her hospital white blouse. And I become conscious of my cock again. "You've got
a particularly thick and long penis. And I've rarely seen a penis whose veins
bulge out as much as yours do," said Dr. McFadden. Her brow turned up in a frown
of interest and she once again began concentrating on my throbbing member. "For
example, this vein here protrudes out quite remarkably," she said as she placed
her right forefinger against a crooked blue vein that bulges out the side of my
cock covered tightly by my circumcision scarred skin. "That would, no doubt,
give quite a bit of added stimulation during intercourse." Dr. McFadden, once
again gripped my throbbing member. "Spread your legs a little more," she said,
obviously intending to continue her examination. "Have you had a prostate exam
before?" "Yeah," I replied with a groan. "They are always great fun."
Recognizing my sarcasm, Dr. McFadden laughed. "Oh, it's not that bad. It will
only take a second." She now removed her grip from my penis and slipped a rubber
glove on her left hand. Her bare right hand again gripped my rod as if it were a
hand rail to keep the skipper of a ship stable during a storm. She reached over
and placed her left forefinger at the entrance of my anus. "Just hold still,"
she said as she first grabbed a glob of lubricant from a jar on the counter next
to the examination table, then placed her middle and first fingers right up
against my sphincter. "Hold still, it won't hurt so much if you just relax."
With her bare right hand tightly gripping my throbbing penis, she slowly rotated
her two fingers until they slipped painfully into my ass. "Ohhh, that's not too
comfortable," I said as her long fingers entered my butt. "I'll be done in a
minute," she said as the fingers of her left hand pushed farther into my ass.
Once again, her right hand slowly begin its rhythmic journey up and over my
veiny penis, first stretching the shaft skin to its limit on the up stroke then
gently stretching the small band of remaining foreskin back toward my very
taught scrotum. On each down stroke, I could feel my glans being stretch over
the top of my rock hard pole as if someone were trying to pull a ski cap down
through the top of my head. Gooey pre-come flowed like a swollen river down my
shaft and over her tanned hand until the smooth skin on the back of her hand
glistened from my man juices. All of a sudden she hit my prostate. My eyes
bulged as my heart skipped a beat. Blood pored into my swollen penis stretching
its already tightly drawn sheath to new limits. I could barely control myself.
My ass lifted off the table involuntarily as I pumped her right hand. I no
longer cared what she or anyone else thought. My inhibitions and nervousness
were overcome with animal lust. The penetration of my anus with her long
manicured fingers had brought me to the brink of climax. I could feel her smooth
knuckles slipping in and out past my sore sphincter. She continued to massage my
prostate while she rhythmically pumped my oozing sex organ. My shaft was glowing
red. And my mushroom shaped glans penis was boiling over with pre-come and had
turned a mean shade of purple. Every vein on my shaft was at full mast. I could
feel each of her muscular fingers sliding over my gnarled cock veins. My heart
pounded so hard that it sounded like drum beats deep in my ears. "God, I'm going
to come!" I panted. "You had better ssstoppp!," I shouted. But it was too late.
Spasms shot up from my feet through my calves into my buttocks. Every muscle in
my body contracted. "Oh my Godddddd, Ahhhhhhh!!!!," I exclaimed as I felt the
first spasms of semen begin their journey from deep in my ball sack. Rapidly the
come gained force and momentum. My sphincter gripped her finger so hard I
thought they would break. With a powerful lunge I arched my back, pushing my
rocket toward the spinning ceiling. Glob after glob of thick white come shot
from my throbbing prick. Just as the first rockets of semen spurted toward my
chest, Dr. McFadden pulled tightly down on my man hood stretching my tailored
penis sheath to its limit. With one powerful spasm after another, come flew into
the air. The first jets shot right over my head, clearing the examination table
by three feet. The later blasts landed solidly on my chest. "Wow, that was
unbelievable," I said. Dr. McFadden extracted her fingers from my anus. "You
seem perfectly healthy. Nothing appears wrong with your prostate and your
reproductive organs are certainly functioning properly," she said with a smile.
With a tissue she cleaned the combined goo from my penis. I was still perfectly
hard. "I suggest that you keep your penis well lubricated in the future when you
masturbate and you shouldn't have any problems," she suggested. "Consider
yourself lucky. Your penis is above average in length and girth with nicely
protruding veins. Although your glans opening is very tight, it shouldn't give
you any trouble as long as you are in good hands." I looked directly into her
deep blue eyes and I could see that there was perspiration on her brow. Her lips
were pressed into a thin line making an attractive smile, and she was giving off
a wonderful female musk. Also her breath was labored. "I'll do what you say
Doc," I casually replied. "Oh, by the way, as a man ages the shaft skin on his
penis tends to become somewhat tighter. We had better keep an eye on you. Yes,
we should really keep an eye on that taught skin of yours. I think you better
come in again for a physical in 3 months," she recommended. "Well you're the
doctor," I replied. "I guess you know best." On the way out of the clinic, I
scheduled another exam in 12 weeks. This story is a modest rewrite of one of the
most delightful and charming postings I've come across. This is one of those
unpretentious stories that are decidedly erotic and funny at the same time,
where the male finds himself in a very embarrassing situation and is sexually
rewarded in the end. What more can you want ? I've changed the narrator's
anatomy a bit and given him an uncircumcised penis, say for variety's sake and
speaking from experience. Now the story I rewrote this from, was already a
rewrite of a gay version. So as far as I know this is the third rewrite. I like
to call it the uncut version. I don't think there are any more possibilities
unless someone would like to write a lesbian version ? Anybody ?
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