The door to the inner sanctum swung open over the carpet with a whisk and
he heard his name being called. Richard laid down the SI Swimsuit Edition and
arose out of the chair, in one motion. He moved across the room without being
seen as he was the last patient, and walking through the door the tech pointed
down the hall. Richard turned to his left and entered the examination room
followed by the young tech. She had him sit down and began the preliminary exam.
Blood pressure; temperature; pulse; and a cursory exam of his throat. As she
checked off the items on her list he could not help but notice her. The light
makeup, the way the bodice of her uniform fit around her breasts and her long
white stocking-encased legs all spoke volumes about her. He answered her
questions and stood on the scale for her to check his weight and height. When
she finished she told him to undress and put on the robe. MS Lynne would be in
shortly to complete the exam. Living in this sparsely populated area had its
advantages. He liked it. But there was no doctor within 300 miles and the local
community was tended to by MS Lynne, a Nurse Practioner. Her office was always
busy and she was qualified to handle almost anything that popped up in the
community. The doctor at the nearest hospital supervised her and she worked
under his license. She had been here two years and had two more to go to pay off
her education. MS Lynne thought it was a good deal too. And, he was only here
for a regular check-up. Her heard her footsteps as she approached the door and
he became ever so slightly conscious of sitting there in the thin gown. She
walked in wearing that smile of hers that made all the patients feel at ease.
Clutching his chart she looked it over and asked him some questions about his
diet, sleep, and physical activities. She laid it aside and put the blood
pressure cuff back on his upper arm, pumped it up, and listened intently through
her stethoscope as the air hissed out of the valve. The med tech came in and MS
Lynne told her she could go ahead and leave since he was the last patient and
she would be staying for awhile tonight to do dictation and would lock up. The
med tech smiled and told her goodbye as she exited quickly. Returning her
attention to him she explained that when men reach his age they sometimes begin
to experience nearly unnoticeable problems and that she had done her Masters in
that area. She then began to ask him a series of rather pointed and personal
questions. "Have you noticed any downturn in your libido?" "No." "Do you still
have morning erections?" "Yes." "Have you found that orgasm takes longer?" "No."
He was intrigued and a bit embarrassed by her questions. "Do you masturbate?"
"Yes." "How often?" "Three or four times a week." "Always to orgasm?" "Yes." "Do
you ever experience any pain or burning or pressure during orgasm?" "No." "Have
you noticed any reduction in the volume of ejaculate recently?" "No." She put
down the papers and asked him to lie back on the exam table. He carefully put
himself down on the cold paper and tried to relax after the series of questions.
He heard the snap of a rubber glove going on and then another. She moved over to
the side of the table and lifted the gown up in the front and laid it back on
his stomach. He was totally exposed to her now. His penis, although not erect,
certainly was not totally limp either. As she began to handle him, she explained
that she was continuing her research here in the community. He could feel the
rubber-encased fingers holding his penis. She gently pulled back the foreskin
and the cool air on the head made him jerk ever so slightly. She moved it over
and back and put it up so she could see the underside of his head. She noted
that he had a very small tear where the foreskin joined around the penis. Did he
remember when that might have happened? He remembered. Yes, exactly. He was
eighteen and in a fit of hot passion he had taken his girlfriend quickly and
suddenly. And, for that he had gotten a tear that hurt for weeks. She had
continued to examine him while he was telling her. She then asked him if he ever
examined himself for lumps or knots in his scrotum and testicles. He replied
only in a general way. She began to work her fingers all over this scrotum,
rubbing and pinching here and there as she went. First one side then the other
from the base of his penis to the perineum. She repeated the process on the
other side. Then she told him to relax. She was going to check his testicles and
would not hurt him. As she took the right one in her fingers her other hand
returned to his penis slowly and gently working the foreskin back and forth. She
forced the testicle up against the skin of his scrotum with her fingers and
rubbed it with her thumb. Then she moved it around so that her fingers could
feel the underside. How could he relax?! Here was a very feminine woman fondling
his penis and scrotum. Her ministrations to his penis as she was checking his
testicles were not exactly the most clinical of acts he had ever had performed
on his genitalia. He was almost certain she was trying to give him an erection.
Having finished the one, her hand moved over to the other testicle and did the
same kind of rubbing. Slowly and thoroughly she continued to work on it. When
she finished, she took two fingers and brought them to the base of the underside
of his penis. By this time she had succeeded in making his penis fully engorged
and totally erect, unlike any he had had in some time. She pressed the two
fingers up and back at the base and rubbed against him. She explained that she
was trying to find if his prostate was swollen. Her actions did not find the
prostate directly, but, the pressure sure found it. He could feel it deep at the
root of his penis and thought for a second or two that he would ejaculate right
on her hand. She stopped the pressure and movement just before he was sure it
was going to happen, but left her hand on his scrotum and the other one wrapped
lightly around his penis as she slowly continued to stroke him up and down. He
did notice that she seemed very clinical in her actions, but, still it was
something that had never been done before. She told him that she found no
nodules or anything unusual in his scrotum or testicles. She asked when he had
had the vasectomy. The questioning look on his face required that she explain.
She told him she could feel where the vas had been cut and tied off. He told her
it was several years ago. She told him that she did not feel any swelling to his
prostate from the outside. The entire time she had continued to... well...
masturbate his penis. She told him that he seemed to be quite normal and
healthy. As she did, he felt her thumb move up and begin to rub all around the
head of his penis in the slickery pre-cum that her actions had produced. Again,
for a moment he was certain that he was going to explode. She then asked him to
roll over onto his stomach. As he began to do as requested she released her
gentle grip on his penis. He was almost sorry for it to end. She told him that
she was going to do an internal exam on his prostate. His mind was racing. He
knew that if she did more than just feel it one time he was going to ejaculate
all over the exam table. As she took the sterile K-Y Jelly packet and opened it
she asked him to pull his legs up so he was kneeling on the table. She told him
to spread his legs a bit and to lay his head down on the table. He thought that
this position was strange but it had to be better than bending over and holding
the table side while a doctor shoved his finger into him like the last time.
Having coated her middle finger with the slippery jell she took the other hand
and pull his cheeks apart exposing his pucker. The coated finger was cool when
she placed it to him. She did not just shove it directly in to him either. It
rubbed in a small circle for a few seconds allowing him to relax the muscles as
much as he could. She pressed it in a bit and then held it there. Ever so
slightly she twisted her finger and then pressed a bit more working it into his
rectum slowly and gently. It was after her second pause that he noticed her free
hand was once again wrapped around his penis and stroking it lightly, not moving
his skin but moving over top of it. She told him to just relax and she would be
finished in just a short time. There was no way at this point he could relax.
Involuntarily his breathing had picked up. His penis was now fully erect and
moving to gain more contact with her hand as she moved it up and down the shaft.
The finger deep in his backside had found the chestnut shaped gland and was
touching it. She pressed her finger down into the small grove that runs its
length and then moved it back and forth. The feeling that action produced was
like nothing he had ever felt before. He was certain that when he did orgasm,
and it was going to happen, that he would flood the room with seminal fluid. She
again rubbed the short length of his prostate and at the same time her hand
wrapped around his penis and pulled back his foreskin. His actions at this point
were not under his control at all. Her finger rubbed him four or five time along
the crest and valley of the ridge and her hand stroked his penis from top to
bottom. She knew even before he began to emit the groan that his orgasm was on
its way. She had felt the muscles contracting, pushing out his fluids hard. With
each contraction she felt, she would rub his prostate again and gently
masturbate his penis. She could hear the semen hit the paper covering the exam
table as it exploded from his penis. He was letting out a long low guttural moan
and she was stroking him. A second, third and fourth eruption of fluids shot out
of the end of his penis. The second went well beyond the head end of the table,
some of it hitting the wall before landing on the floor. The paper was soaked
with his emission. She used her hand to milk out every last drop from him as she
slowly withdrew her finger from his rectum. She could tell he was ready to
collapse onto the table. As her finger came out, she ran it around his pucker in
a gentle circle before ending her contact there. She slowed her stroking of his
penis and let him slowly slide down onto the table as he began to come back down
from the high of his orgasm. As he laid there trying to recover, he could hear
her removing the gloves and depositing them in the trash can. Finally he could
turn his head over and look toward her. Before he could say anything she
started. "You seem to be a normal and healthy male for you age. I have not found
anything that will require you to go to the hospital for testing or seeing a
physician. I would however, like for you to come back in a month for a follow-up
exam on your prostate. No, I did not find any abnormalities, but, I think I
should keep a very close eye on it over the next several months. Would a late
Friday afternoon appointment be good for you?" "Yes. Yes, I would like that."
"Good. I will have the receptionist give you a call with the appointment time.
At the next check up, I think I will also check your reactions to other stimuli
besides manual. Would that be alright with you?" "Yes. Yes, It would." She got
up to exit the exam room and told him he could get dressed. He just laid there
for some time after she left, unable to move. Finally he got up and got dressed.
When he came out, she was sitting behind the counter desk doing paperwork. She
smiled and told him that his insurance would cover all the office visit expenses
and that she was looking forward to his next check up. So was he...
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