The Doctor Goes In

Two months before my annual physical exam, I received a letter from my doctor that he was retiring. He said his patients would be cared for by a new doctor to their staff, Stephanie Chang.

His letter assured that Dr. Chang would provide the same level of patient care that I had received in the past.

Included in the letter was a photo of Dr. Chang and a synopsis of her background. To my surprise, the photo of Dr. Chang was that of a beautiful young Asian woman, probably younger than 30.

Weeks later, when I was at my scheduled appointment, the nurse did the usual routine, checking my weight, height, blood pressure, and then she took a blood sample.

I was sitting in my boxers with the flimsy paper gown huddled around me when Dr. Chang came into the exam room. Her white lab coat floated around her when she came in and shook my hand. She wore a tight black blouse and slacks under the lab coat.

She was short with a petite frame, but she was well endowed for her size. Her dark hair cascaded over the back of her lab coat. Her soft brown eyes seemed to look right into my soul.

She took a few minutes to listen to my heart, check my ears and throat and to go over the routine questions for a physical exam. Then she hit on the usual awkward and uncomfortable part of the exam.

"Your PSA readings in the past have been higher than normal, so if they're high with today's blood sample, I suggest you make an appointment with a urologist for follow up."

"Thanks, doctor, I will," I replied, knowing I probably would not.

"But, as usual, I'll need to check the size of your prostate."

The idea of this beautiful young woman probing my anus with her finger made me extremely uncomfortable for two reasons. First of all, could I maintain my composure since it would be a female doing it? And my second concern was her youth; would she be competent enough to get an accurate "feel" of my prostate?

"With all due respect, Dr. Chang, I think I'd rather have a male doctor do that part of the exam."

"I can understand that, Mr. Norman, but you should know that I had to perform 250 such prostate checks as part of my training."

"Even so, I think it would be better if someone else did it."

She came over to me where I sat on the medical table and stood very close to me. I wished there was some way and some reason for her to kiss me; I was mesmerized by her beautiful face.

"To do that, someone else will have to be your primary care giver. I am new to the practice and I need every patient I can to stay with me to keep my standing strong here."

"I appreciate that, but as a male, patient or not, I have to admit that having someone as young and beautiful as you are doing that could affect me in a very embarrassing way."

She smiled and stepped even closer, putting her hands on my thighs.

"Let me share something with you, Mr. Norman. When the door is closed on this exam room, no one will enter, under any circumstances. Between you and I, I will admit that there have been a few instances when, even during routine check ups, I have caused a few men to get an erection. It's normal, and it's a compliment."

"Yes, but still...." I gently protested.

"If you will agree to stay as my patient, and allow me to give you the routine prostate exam, I will masturbate you, and no one will ever know; that's how important it is that I remain your primary care giver."

I would love to have been brave enough to ask her for a blow job instead, but I was not.

"It's hard for me to refuse that, although it has been a long time since a woman has done that for me, under any circumstance."

"I understand, and I will make it quick and enjoyable rather than painful, I promise."

"Okay, then, how do we proceed?"

She took off her lab coat and retrieved some tissues from the counter top. She unbuttoned her blouse enough to show some very nice cleavage. She lay the tissues on the edge of the exam table.

"Take your gown and underwear off and stand facing me. Look at my body and think whatever you want to get erect. You can stroke your penis to get started, or I will do it for you."

"It will be much, much quicker if you do it."

Soon, there I was, naked, standing in front of her, looking at her cleavage while she began stroking my cock. Occasionally my eyes looked at hers. She was watching my cock grow in her hand. Her strokes became firmer and faster and I moaned with pleasure.

"All right, turn around, bend over slightly and hold your buttocks open."

I was enjoying how her fist felt on my cock and she moved when I did, never releasing her grip. I put my upper chest on the table, bent over and held my buttocks open as she told me.

Suddenly I felt the prick of her fingernail scraping across my butthole. Her fist moved faster as she scraped the fingernail up and down across my sphincter. The minor pain aroused me. My other doctor usually wore a glove and used lube but Dr. Chang did not.

The sharp end of her fingernail pressed directly into my anus and I gasped with surprised arousal. My cock was enjoying her expert manipulations. This was not her first hand job.

I was on the verge of losing control when she jabbed her finger inside of me. When her finger tip pressed against my prostate, she rubbed it, massaging it with her finger. When she pulled her finger out, and grabbed the tissues.

I groaned uncontrollably, hoping that no one passing by outside the room would get curious or alarmed and come in the room.

She pumped my cock, emptying my load into the tissue. When I collapsed against the edge of the exam table, she released her grip of my cock.

I turned around as she headed towards the sink. Did I see her looking at and smelling the puddle of sperm in the tissue? No way. She dumped the tissue in the waste can and washed her hands thoroughly.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" She asked as she buttoned up her blouse.

"No, ma'am, and you have my compliments; you've done that before."

She put her lab coat back on, picked up her clipboard and came over to stand close to me again.

"Yes, and based on recent events, I think there may be many more men coming in for extra prostate exams."

She shook my hand with a smile on her beautiful face.

"Thank you for letting me be your primary care giver."

"My pleasure, I assure you."

She winked at me and then left. I stopped at the lobby desk to make my next appointment.