I sat in the waiting of the dermatologist trying to avoid looking at the receptionist. She wasn't particularly cute and her outfit wasn't particularly sexy, but she had a nice small and a pair of boobs, and I hadn't seen a woman in seven days, except the girl at the drive through at McDonalds on the way home from my trip.
I went backpacking with some college friends for seven days. It was a lot of fun, but after a week with only guys, I was happy to be home. I got a rash on the inside of my thigh and the tip of my penis was irritated from hiking and sweating all day and probably from not bathing enough. Luckily there was a dermatologist that had an open spot the next day.
I barely had time to think about sex or women at all the whole trip, and masturbation was out of the question when sharing a tent with two other guys. My girlfriend broke up with me a year ago when we went away to different colleges so I had almost forgotten what it was like to have sex. I was hurt, shy and my confidence was shot after the breakup. To sum it up I was sexually frustrated.
When I saw the receptionist's boobs, my sexual feelings came flooding back. I realized I hadn't been able to relieve the tension for over a week. Now here I was at the doctor's office about to get naked. I had to think about something else. I picked up a magazine, Lindsay Lohan's boobs were looking right at me. I put down the magazine and looked at the fish in the aquarium instead.
A door opened, a woman in blue nurses' scrubs came out, "Scott?" she said.
I got up and walked through the door. The nurse was about 40 years old with a big butt and brown hair that was cut in a heart-shaped soccer mom do. Don't look at her ass, I told myself. She led me into a room.
"What are you here for today?" she asked. I told her about my rash on my thigh, but was too embarrassed to mention my penis, I was still not sure if I would bring this up with the doctor. "Take off all your clothes and put tis robe on but leave it untied in the back," she said, then shut the door and left.
I took off my clothes and instantly felt so vulnerable. Was it a man or a woman doctor? I didn't know, it looked like there were two male and one female doctor at this office from the names on the front door. I looked down at my rash, then my penis, it was shriveled up to where I could barely see it through my pubes. The irritation was barely visible. Should I even mention it?
I heard a light knock on the door and then it opened. A woman in her mid-thirties with long black hair in a ponytail walked in. She was wearing a white coat over a blue doctor's shirt. I could just make out a little cleavage. She had on a black skirt that went to her knees. She was a little overweight but had a very cute face. She smiled at said hi, and asked me why I was there again and I told her about my thigh.
"Lie back on the table and let's take a look," she said. After I lay down, she lifted up the papery robe just past my thigh and looked at my rash.
All my fears of getting aroused during the exam seemed to be unfounded. Even though she was cute and I was very hard-up, I was so nervous that my penis seemed to be shrinking instead of getting bigger.
"It looks like its just irritation from sweating and friction," she said. I'll give you some hydrocortisone samples which should clear it up. Just to make sure it isn't jock itch, I'll take a swab and send it to the lab. She took out a long q-tip and rubbed it on the rash, then put it in a baggie, wrote something on the baggie and put in on the counter.
"Thanks," I said, still lying there with my balls almost visible.
"Is there anything else?" she asked.
I couldn't think about it too long or she would know I was hiding something else; the thigh thing went ok I thought, the whole thing was so professional that I wasn't as embarrassed as earlier. "yes. Uh my penis has a small rash too, could it be the same thing?"
The doctor raised her eyebrow, then turned and looked at me for a second. Let me take a look," she said as she slowly lifted up the robe up to my waist.
Now I was lying on this doctor's table with my penis and balls out and a woman's face a few feet away, it was the first time in over a year that a woman had seen my penis, let alone be that close to it. Still I was very nervous, and my penis was as shriveled as ever. I almost wished it would grow just a tiny bit, but better this way than getting a big boner and the embarrassment that would go along with it.
She took two fingers and held the shaft of my penis. "Where is the rash?" she asked.
"It is right near the tip," I said. My voice cracked a little and I cleared my throat. I could tell she still couldn't see it so I pointed to the area with my finger.
"I still can't see it," she said. "I'm going to pull it out a little bit and try to get a better look." She wheeled her stool closer and leaned over me, and then she squeezed the middle of my penis and pulled up a little. "Let me know if that hurts at all or is uncomfortable."
It did not hurt and was not uncomfortable, but luckily it did not feel good either but it did get a little bigger, if only from stretching. Then she wrapped her fingers all the way around my penis and started rubbing her thumb under the base. I was a little taken back, it almost seemed like she was trying to jerk me off, I focused on the skin cancer pictures on the wall to keep my mind off of it, and her dry rubber glove was not the most pleasurable feeling anyway. I managed to keep from getting too hard or turned on, so far so good.
The doctor took her ungloved hand and moved a piece of hair off of her face and behind her ears and gave what seemed to me to be a tiny smile. "I see a little red spot here, I think if we could swell up the area we could get it to flare up a bit more and really tell what it is." She opened a drawer and pulled out a tube and squeezed out some clear fluid into her gloved hand and started working it into her fingers. The she put her slippery hand around my penis and very slowly started moving it up and down. "Have you had unprotected sex within the past six months?" she asked.
I could not believe this was happening, there was no way I was going to be able to contain myself. I wondered if this was some kind of crazy dream. "No I have not had sex at all for a year," I said.
She bent her body down so I could see some of her cleavage down her green shirt. She kept stroking me and she looked at me, smiled and said, "Poor baby, a young guy like you?" She squeezed a little tighter and worked her way up towards the top. She let out a little laugh, "it's definitely getting bigger now."
Now I was fully hard and there was no hiding it. I could not believe it was happening, nothing like this ever happened to me. I was ok looking I thought and wasn't too fat or too skinny, but I wasn't particularly tall, handsome or buffed enough to get hit on by girls. Occasionally when they were drunk they would but it was usually right before they passed out or threw up. I wanted to just lay back and enjoy it, but what if it really was just for medical purposes and I came all over her and she freaked out?
She picked up the pace, her other hand glided across my chest and then rested on my belly. The she bent over and whispered into my ear, "How does that feel?"
"Uh, fine," I squeaked out. I didn't know how exactly to answer, but the truth was that it felt really really great and I was already feeling my balls start to climb up in anticipation of the big load that was waiting to come out after a week of building up. A big drop of pre-cum rolled off the tip of my cock and onto her hand. She rubbed it in as she continued to bring me more and more pleasure. My breathing became more quick and shallow and my toes started curling.
"I think your problem is that you just had a little too much tension that needs to be let out," She licked her lips and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. "What do you think?" She slowed down a little.
