The Author gives special thanks to his editor Ladylustful, who provided both grammar and content guidance.
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At the end of my exam my Dermatologist, Dr. Mike Stevens, said "James, I'm retiring at the end of the year, and you need to find a new doctor. I've added a new partner, whom I recommend. He's a recent graduate, and he's a great guy. I'm sure you'll like him."
I've heard that same phrase a lot recently. As I've gotten older, a number of my physicians have retired, forcing me to find new doctors, who are often very young and inexperienced. Years ago, I made the decision to opt for experienced doctors instead of those my age or younger. The irony is that when I didn't really need experienced doctors, I had them. Now that I've reached the age where I need experienced doctors, I have green ones.
Living in New Orleans and having been born in the Irish Channel, I had the perfect storm for skin cancer: lots of sun and pale Irish skin. Since I had a few skin cancer spots removed, I've been really serious about my skin care. "Mike, I appreciate your recommendation, but I'm looking for someone with more experience. Can you recommend someone who has 20 or more years that you think would be a good fit for me?"
He looked me in the eye, and seemed to be trying to figure out what he should say. Finally, he smiled, and said "James, there's a Doctor who I think would be the perfect fit for you. This Doctor is in very high demand, but I think I could use my influence to get you an appointment. The protocol that you'll have to follow is a lot more ..." Dr. Stevens seemed to be unsure of the exact right word, but then continued, "... stringent and will require your absolute adherence." He went on to say that Dr. Lee was 50, about 6 years younger than me, and was the prior president of the state's dermatological society.
Dr. Stevens excused himself for a few minutes to make the call, and I could hear a few words through the doorway "... James Travis ... squamous ... basal ... protocol ... obedient ..." What the hell did obedient mean? Anyway, Dr. Stevens came back to see me a few minutes later and said I was set up. "Jim" he said, "I had to go out on a limb for you with Dr. Lee." Laughing, and shaking my hand, he said "Please don't miss your appointment; I want a peaceful retirement."
I didn't remember Dr. Stevens acting so oddly before, and I figured it was either time for his retirement, or he had always been a little flaky but hid it from his patients. Now that he was retiring, he didn't bother to hide it.
The six months passed quickly, as I followed Dr. Stevens's protocol of self-examination and daily use of sun screen. I showed up for my 1:00 pm appointment a few minutes early, since I thought I'd have a lot of paperwork as a new patient. I was right; I had 15 minutes of medical history and insurance coverage paperwork, and then sat and waited, and waited, and waited. Having been a long term patient of Dr. Stevens, I was always able to score end of day appointments which were very convenient for me as I could leave work an hour early, see the doctor, and be home at my normal time.
I approached the receptionist, and said "Excuse me Miss...," Looking at her name tag "Emily. I've been waiting for quite a while, what time do you think I'll be seeing the Doctor?"
Emily smiled her best fake smile, and said "The Doctor had an unexpected procedure, and we've been behind ever since. Honey, we'll get to you as soon as we can." I had to smile at the "Honey" remark. Anywhere else, it would be a complete put-down, but Emily was definitely a local, and that's how women talk to men here, regardless of their relative ages.
Finally, I was called in at 1:45. Nurse Barb took my vitals and asked a slew of medical history questions, most of which were already on the form I'd filled out. Barb was cute, and obviously frazzled by their schedule, so I bit my tongue and answered her questions again. She then showed me a drawing of a nude male, front and back, and said "Hon, just show me where you've had cancer treatments before, and anywhere you want the doctor to provide additional attention."
I indicated the forehead, and upper back. "I don't really have any problems right now", I said, "but I'd like the Doctor to give me an exam. I know what to look for on my forehead, but I never saw the spot on my back."
She circled the forehead, and asked "How many spots on your forehead?"
"Three", I replied.
"The Back?" she asked. "Only one", I answered.
She circled the forehead and wrote a 3 there, and wrote a 1 on the back. She then asked "Anything else in particular that you want examined?" I imagined that she was holding her pen right over the crotch in the picture as she asked, but I was letting my imagination get the best of me.
Barb then opened a drawer, and pulled out a bundle. She handed it to me and said "Undress and put this on; the open side goes to the back." My imagination was really running wild now, and I had to calm myself down. The last thing I'd want is to have this new doctor walk in and see another guy with a hard-on. I thought back, and Dr. Stevens had never had me strip like this. In fact, I only removed clothes when I said I wanted him to take a look at a problem area. I was trying to convince myself that this was a good thing, and that Dr. Lee was just more thorough than Dr. Stevens.
I really hate hospital gowns. I'm 6'4", and they're just not long enough. I undressed, put the gown on, but remained standing. I knew if I sat down, the gown would ride up and expose me. I was a little nervous, and hoped the cute nurse wouldn't be in for the exam.
A few minutes later, there was a light tap on the door and Dr. Lee walked in. I was absolutely stunned! Dr. Lee was a woman, an incredibly attractive Asian woman. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I had never even considered that Dr. Lee might be a woman. She extended her hand for a shake and introduced herself as Dr. Lee, but told me to call her Jane.
If Mike hadn't told me, I'd never guess she was 50. I'd always had trouble estimating the age of Asian women, and Jane Lee was no exception. She gave me a big smile, and immediately started reading my medical history. "Barb? This is a new patient. Why does he only have a 15 minute appointment? I can't do a new patient exam in 15 minutes. I'm sorry, but he'll have to reschedule". She smiled, and said "I'll do a preliminary, but then we'll have to schedule another appointment for a full exam, especially since you have a history. Don't worry; I won't make it hard for you."
I wasn't happy, but to be honest, I was more nervous about my near naked state than a 2nd appointment. I even hoped that all we'd do is talk and the exam wouldn't take place at all. And what the hell did that last sentence mean? Did she sometimes beat you with a stick? The "hard" phrase made me very self-conscious of my level of undress.
However, looking at the drawing that Nurse Barb had used, she immediately started an exam of my forehead. Part of a skin exam is a visual inspection, and a light rubbing of the skin, checking for rough spots since pre-cancerous spots are usually rough to the touch. She said my forehead looked good, and she quickly ran her hands over my arms while examining them. She asked where else I had cancer before and I indicated the spot on my upper back where I had my first lesion years ago. She said "You're too big for me; lie down on the table so I can see you better."
I wasn't enthusiastic about this, as it would be difficult to climb on the table without exposing myself. However, Dr. Lee and Barb were pros and pretended to need to look at my chart as I climbed up. That did little for my self-consciousness however. My ass was now exposed, and I'm sure they could see my balls if they were at the foot of the table.
Dr. Lee pulled her bright exam light over me, grabbed a magnifying glass and soon found the spot that Dr. Stevens had treated years before. She continued over and down my back, and said "Good, good, very nice" as she ran her hands over my skin. I could feel that the gown material had fallen off my back, and I could feel goose bumps on my back and ass as she ran her hands over me.
She chuckled and said "Cute", which only caused me to be more and more conscious of her touch. I tried my best to think about baseball or Rosie O'Donnell, or anything else that would kill a hard-on, but my cock was beginning to react to her touch.
I had lost track of where Barb was standing, but it sounded like she was at the foot of the table as she and Dr. Lee discussed my exam. I knew if I had to turn over, they would notice my half hard cock - it would be hard to conceal. I was hoping that she would stop the exam and give me a few moments to collect myself before I had to turn over.
Then, she touched my ass, and asked how long had that been there. I was confused, and uttered a profound "Huh?" She laughed, rubbed my ass in what felt like a playful way, and said my skin tag. I had completely forgotten! I have a small skin tag on my right cheek. It's harmless and hasn't changed in years. I guess she was just being thorough. Regardless, her gentle rubbing of my ass only made my cock harder, and I was now sweating bullets that I'd have to turn over or get up soon.