Back after the holidays and a well earned rest, I was finding it hard to get back to the mundane appointment based work as a Consultant Urologist in my local hospital. Looking back on the ten years I had been qualified, it was hard to remember why I had chosen this particular specialism for my career.
So now I found myself, Miss Rebecca Crozier, 35 years old, still single (despite my slim figure, nice boobs, pretty face and long dark hair) and with what many considered as a great 'career'. Sure, it paid for a very nice lifestyle, some great vacations, a sports car and a cool house nearby. But where was the adventure, the thrills, the excitement that my imagination yearned for? The job consisted mostly of checking out old men's prostates, old women's hysterectomies and for at least some slightly more interesting work, young women with a variety of 'concerns'.
The latter were always a bit of a thrill for me, trying to guess what I would find once I got them to strip down, as to be sure I always did. A game of shaved, strip or full bush was always a little bit of amusement for me. I was always amazed at some of the presentations I was shown, from the hottest looking girls that sport a full hairy pussy and are obviously naïve despite their appearances, to the almost shrew like ones that are pierced and tattooed and have genitals and assholes that show all the signs of being battered remorselessly.
I have never actually been with another woman sexually, but in common with almost all girls, I have surely brought myself off several times imagining it. For me that would usually follow some hottie having come by for a check and me having 'enjoyed' seeing them all but naked.
Last week it was an absolutely gorgeous slender blonde thing, shaved bare below and yet with the most gorgeous big natural tits I could imagine on a 39 year old. She was single too, but it was obvious from the minute she walked in, confidence streaming from her that she was sexual dynamite. A little extra questioning, ostensibly professional determined that she was definitely that. She quite openly described the use of her Rabbit toy on an almost daily basis. I didn't wait to get home to bring myself off after that one I can tell you...
That is not my story though. The rarest group for me to see are younger guys, by which I mean anyone under 45. See, there is so much less to go wrong with guys that girls, that really they just don't cross my door unless there is injury or STD involvement. So my 4 o'clock yesterday, last one of the day, was quite a rarity.
He arrived with a referral for a haemosperma, basically an occurrence of blood in the sperm. Generally this is absolutely nothing to worry about, but quite understandably, guys get a bit panicky and have to be seen. So in walks this regular looking guy, about 40 I guess, pleasant manner, quite funny and not bad looking. He was the sort of guy that I wouldn't pick out of a bar for a one night stand, but if I found myself next to him at a dinner party, would probably end up on a date and enjoying it.
'Please call me Adam' he asked when I addressed him formally. We checked some personal details and he told me a little of his symptoms and I asked him if I could do a standard prostate check. As is custom, I asked if he would like someone to join us, but he refused with a 'I think I'll be safe with you...' .
I had got him to hop up on the couch and remove his trousers and underwear , lie on his side with his ass facing my way, then went back round the curtain to begin my examination. My God, I couldn't believe what I was seeing - he was huge! It was definitely flaccid, lying as it was on the couch, and I couldn't even see it properly. Normally I couldn't see anything with back towards me but this was hanging there.
My first few words may have been a little stuttering, but I quickly regained my composure and began to think fast. It had been a few weeks since I had last had any action and to be honest, it was good just to see a good looking cock again. To be fair this was better than good and I wanted to see it all...
'So Adam, is this the first time you have had a prostate examination?' He nodded. 'Okay, I'll try and be gentle, but it may hurt a little bit. I'll apply a little lube just to make it easier, but just try and relax and we'll be done with this part it a flash'.
I had more than my share of stuff up my ass in my time, so it was always a little thrill to claim another ass cherry, be it man or woman. I ran the lube around his hole and spent just a bit longer than I normally would doing it, before gently easing the end of my finger in. All the time he had his eyes closed which allowed me to stare at that gorgeous tool hanging between his legs. I was sure that it was stirring slightly with these gentle caresses. Naughty me eh?
Eventually though it was time for the push and with a grunt from him and a few gentle words from me, we were done. 'Not too bad I hope?' I questioned. He replied that he thought it would have been worse. Usually it would have been, but I had reason to keep him there as long as I could.
'Well Adam, there is nothing there to worry about, so I think I'd like to ask you a few more questions then perhaps another test or two, so if you could stay stripped, though you may sit up if you like.' He did and I knew that his T shirt would not hang down far enough to cover the monster between his legs.
'Could I ask you a few personal questions, and feel free to say if you do not wish to answer' I said maintaining a veneer of professionalism.
'Could I ask are you married or single or in an a relationship that is sexually active?'
'I'm very much single at the moment'
'I hate to ask, but is your sexual orientation straight, bi or gay?'
His eyes looked at me in a way that almost questioned me back.
'I suppose you need to ask, but defiantly straight...' I almost breathed a sigh of relief at that one.
'When was the last time, approximately, that you had sex?
