One of my least favorite things to do, health-wise, is go in for a damn physical examination. To me, it seems a tad ironic that I'd seek professional help to explore the possibility of there being something wrong with me, at the same time letting a complete stranger feel my junk. With my permission no less. Interesting.
Usually, a dude, who obviously hates what he does, proceeds to lift up my shit and make me cough while wearing a smile on his face. If you ask me, it would be cool if someone could give these poor people a rest, and figure out some sort of 'self-exam' that didn't require a stranger pretending to be your friend.
Can you imagine goin' out for a drink with your physician afterwards? How awkward would that be?! Ha. Of course, unless you're a guy, and your physician happened to be a woman. A drop-dead gorgeous blonde, with the most fantastic tits I had ever the honors of catching a peak at while she wasn't looking. Great idea, until it came time for the coughing part, and for the life of me couldn't seem to put away my hard-on for five seconds.
"Wow!" my female physician wondered what to say while on her knees. "Ummmm..!" Of course, the entire time, I couldn't help but imagine humping her brains out, which only made things harder.. I mean worse.
She lifted my balls with her rubber gloved hand and told me what to do.
"Turn and cough, please Mr. Harrison." And so I did what she said. I turned. My waste that is. Can't say I was all there in my head. Perhaps a little confusion on my behalf. None the less, accidentally smacking her upside the face with my boner didn't seem to phase her none.
"Oh!" she giggled.
"Sorry!" I apologized embarrassingly.
She looked up at me and glared, with a grin still on her face. Then, to my surprise, she grabbed a hold of my dick and fulfilled my fantasy by kissing it.
"You're a bad boy!" she laughed.
"I'm sorry." I repeated.
"That's alright," she said, then gave my penis a single jerk. My dick became fully aroused, but she stood up, de-gloved, and proceeded to write down my information on her clipboard.
"So," she paused to clear her throat. "It looks like everything's working'.., um, properly." she said, then placed her writings on the counter. "Now, if you would, I need you to lie down for me."
I tried covering my bulge with my apron, and lied on the cushioned table. That only made matters worse again.
"Mr. Harrison?!" she gasped. "Would you mind putting that thing away?! I'm tryin' to be 'professional' here, and you're getting me all excited!"
"Err..." I blushed, not being able to tell if she was upset or not. "...Sorry?!"
I grabbed myself through my apron and tried desperately to tuck my embarrassment between my legs. It didn't work. I was too hard!
"Oh, let me do it!" She exclaimed. Perhaps her 'professional' touch could ease the tension in the room I wondered.
With both hands she struggled to tame my device, but came across more like she was giving me a hand-job. I moaned, and flexed in the palms of her hands.
