My wife, Kelley, loves to entertain. It was Saturday and for weeks she had been planning a gigantic party. However, I wasn't looking forward to the party so much as I was the college football games that were scheduled to be played that evening. When I woke up, though, I immediately realized I wasn't feeling well. Sharp stomach pains were all I could think about, but it was merely 8:00 a.m. so I assumed whatever the issue was would subside well before the party. It was not to be. By 11:30 the pain had only amplified and caused me to consider going to urgent care to get checked out. When I told my wife this, she immediately became concerned as I typically avoid doctors unless I'm physically wounded. As a retired Marine, I've a rather high pain tolerance but now I was doubled over, and the pain was becoming a challenge.
Kelley insisted I go and I, in turn, insisted she stay home to prepare for her big night as I drove to the medical facility for a professional opinion. Of course, it's never as simple as that and I ended up getting an x-ray and CT scan. At 53, I wasn't surprised to learn I was suffering an acute case of diverticulosis. The doctor was full of good news as she informed me that I now also have an enlarged prostate. All I could think was, "Shit, so this is how the aging process starts? "
And then, just to ensure my humiliation was complete, the young doctor slipped on a purple medical latex glove and instructed me to lower my pants and bend over the examination table. Dropping my pants was easy but bending over the table was quite painful and more than a little embarrassing. It was painful because of my obvious abdominal distress. But it was embarrassing because I keep my manhood free of pubic hair as my wife prefers it that way. And now my pride was a bit offended, too, as I was told to reach back and spread my cheeks. The doctor casually placed her left hand on my exposed ass as she stuck a well lubricated finger deep into my rather tight, hairless sphincter. As she performed her rectal exam, and I'd thought my asshole was being torn apart, she nonchalantly explained the purpose of the test was to determine if I was suffering any internal bleeding. After a few seconds she removed her finger, took a culture, and put the swab in a vial. She then handed me a tissue and suggested I wipe off the lubricant before pulling up my pants.
My embarrassment did not end there. To my surprise I realized my dick had become erect. I don't know if it was because I was standing half-naked in front of a beautiful woman 15 years my junior or if it was the result of having her finger invading my virgin ass, but either way, I was now sporting a very noticeable erection.
So, with my cock jutting out at a perverse and obviously aroused angle, I attempted to clean the gooey lube from my recently invaded butthole. Just then a young female medical assistant, the only other person in the facility that Saturday, thrust open the exam room door to retrieve the vial so it could be examined under a microscope to determine if I had any internal bleeding. When she noticed I was still rather indecent, she blushed and apologized but I also realized she did not look away for several seconds. She then rushed out of the room, closing the door behind her. And thankfully, rather than being offended by my aroused condition the doctor calmly stated, "It doesn't appear your enlarged prostrate has interfered with your ability to perform yet, which I'm sure your wife appreciates." At this point I was very embarrassed but grateful that she was at least able to take my hard cock in stride, if not as an outright compliment.
I finished cleaning the residual lube from my anus, which seemed very odd to do while a strange woman sat looking at me just a couple feet away, all the while speaking to me as if this was the most normal event in the world. Once sufficiently clean, I stepped over to the sink and thoroughly washed my hands.
Meanwhile, the doctor typed discharge instructions and a prescription for the diverticulosis on her computer. Once dressed I sat in the chair opposite her awaiting further guidance. She informed me that I should consume a clear liquid diet for the next several days, avoid alcohol, and stop consuming nuts as they could cause severe irritation within the intestinal tract. She then asked if I had any questions about my diagnosis or the antibiotics she was prescribing for me to take over the next ten days.
Being that I am an old Marine, I respectfully said, "No, Ma'am, but I want to apologize for my aroused condition a few minutes ago, I didn't mean to offend you." She replied, "You shouldn't be worried about that at all. It happens quite often. And, truth be known, from what I saw you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about." Again, I felt a bit sheepish, but at the same time, it was quite an ego boost to hear a young female doctor say something like that.
Her kind words were not long-lived, however, as she quickly stated, "Men with enlarged prostates can eventually have difficulty urinating or feeling as though they need to urinate with greater frequency. I'm also sorry to tell you that men with enlarged prostates also tend to have less powerful ejaculations, with the semen just trickling or spilling out rather than shooting out with the force that it once did, but rest-assured, you should still be able to achieve a very satisfying orgasm."
I thought to myself, 'Wow, this actually is very informative,' as I had noticed this exact thing the past couple years and had been rather disappointed that I could no longer 'paint the walls' when I masturbated in the shower. These days my cum merely covered my hand in the familiar mess I'd been making since I was about twelve years old. I asked if there was anything that could be done to reverse this condition to which she answered that it could be treated surgically, she could prescribe some medication, or I could live with it as is and simply implement some new sexual techniques.
