I was so irritated when the phone call ended. A friend of mine who I'd hooked up with a couple times called and said she had been diagnosed with an STD and was blaming me for giving it to her.
I knew it wasn't me. She was the only person I'd been with in months and we'd used a condom. She had just broken up with a boyfriend a few weeks before we got together. One night when she was drunk she called me since we'd hooked up in the past - she wanted to get laid, didn't want to call her ex and didn't want to just find some random guy at a bar.
We had become decent friends at the time. Like I said, I hadn't been laid in months, she was pretty hot and we'd had sex a few times before. I drove over immediately and had a great time.
Now here I was driving while talking to her again, but this time the conversation wasn't going to have such a happy ending. I drove home as quickly as I could, went straight to my computer and looked for the address to the nearest clinic. I was too embarrassed to go to my family doc who I had known since I was a boy.
Address and directions in hand, I headed back to my car. The place was 20 minutes away and when I got there, the waiting room was packed. Explaining to the receptionist why I came in was pretty embarrassing. I sat down, filled out the needed paperwork, and waited my turn.
After about an hour or so wait I was finally called back to a room. A disinterested nurse took my vitals and again asked why I was here. After a couple minutes I was left alone in the room to again wait for the doctor.
After another 15 minute wait, the doctor finally walked in the room. It was a female doctor. I don't know why, but it hadn't occurred to me that the doctor checking me out for this could be a woman. She was attractive with what seemed like a nice figure under her lab coat.
"So, you had a little fun recently and are worried you caught something?" she said bluntly as she shut the door while still reading my chart. She finally looked at me and said, "You're an attractive young man. I suggest you remember to use a condom when you take some young woman home."
I was caught a little off guard, but cleared my throat. "Actually, I'm not that worried. I did use a condom. I'm pretty sure she caught it from her ex, but decided to get checked just to be sure and so she can't continue to blame me."
"I see," she responds. "Well, let's get a move on then. I'm going to need you to pull your pants down and sit back on the table."
I did as I was told and laid back, propping myself on my elbows with my flaccid cock exposed. The doctor turned from the supply cabinet with what looked like a rather long band aid wrapper. She unpeeled the wrapping to expose an extremely long Q tip.
"Unfortunately for you, the test to prove your innocence to this woman isn't preferred by most men. I need to insert this swab into your penis. It doesn't need to go too deep or for too long, but it will sting a little bit."
"Wonderful," I said softly.
She held my dick with her gloved hand and slowly moved the swab to my tip. As her hand held my cock, I swore I felt her give it the slightest pump up and down, just once. I thought this was odd. Unfortunately, my cock didn't see anything "odd" about it and reacted a little to the touch of an attractive woman. I grew just a little. I swore I saw a slight smile on the doctor's face due to the reaction.
The swab met the tip and she slowly began to insert it. She was right about a slight burning. It was a little uncomfortable, to be honest, but not a searing pain or anything. She pushed the swab about a half an inch into my penis and held it there. I swear she gave another slight pump to my shaft, again barely noticeable. My penis again reacted and grew a little more. Still far from an erection, but not just flaccid.
I really thought the exam would've been over by now, but instead of pulling it out, she pushed the swab just a little further into my pee hole. At that point, she began to back it out slightly, but then she pushed it back down to the same depth.
A slight, involuntary moan escaped my lips.
"Sorry about that," she said as she finally pulled it out. "Slipped," she explained with a sly grin on her face. "OK, all done here. We'll get this analyzed and call you in a few days with the results. In the mean time, I'll write you a 'script for some medication. Even though you're certain you aren't infected, it won't hurt to take the medicine just in case."
She handed me the piece of paper and left the room. I pulled up my pants and finally left the clinic. I went home - stopping on the way home for the script - and went about my life as I waited to find out the results.
A few days later I got a call from the clinic. I was a bit surprised to hear it was the doctor herself calling, I expected a nurse to give me the all clear, but she asked that I come back into the office as soon as I could. I explained that I was working until 5 so couldn't be there until 5:30 or so, or would need something the next day. She said she didn't want to delay the appointment any more than necessary so 5:30 or so tonight would work. This obviously made me pretty nervous and I went through the rest of the day in a daze. Finally, 5:00 hit and I headed back to the clinic.
I pulled into the parking lot and noticed it was empty. I walked away from my car to the door and could see the sign out front said the clinic closes at 5 and the lights were out. I was about to walk away, annoyed that I had made a trip there for nothing, when I noticed a figure move to the door. It was the nurse, who unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door.
"Sorry about that," she explained. "If we don't lock up and turn out the lights, people will keep walking in."
