The Doctor
I got a pretty positive response on my first story so I thought I would pump this one out really quickly. It is much tamer than the first one, and actually an erotic expansion of a true story that happened to me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as I enjoyed writing it!
It was my first time going to the doctor by myself. I had finally turned 18 so it was time for me to take care of these responsibilities myself. So, I got in my truck and drove the 30 minutes to the doctor's office I have been going to for as long as I could remember. It was a group of doctors all working in one large office so I was never quite sure who I would get whenever I would go in.
I walked into the office and told the clerk that I had an appointment there. She handed me a clipboard full of forms to fill out, so I walked to one of the dozens of chairs lining the walls of the room. In the center were toys as old as me. Nothing someone can walk away with as kids might steal them, but large tabletop toys like the one with wires that go in loops with drilled out wooden beads. It was something that kept me occupied as a child, but now all the kids have phones anyway, so it seemed to go unused.
Looking at the form it had all the standard info you would expect. Name, date of birth, insurance information, you know the works. Once I had filled it all out (with only 3 mistakes furiously scribbled out) I brought the clipboard and forms up to the desk. The nurse told me to just wait until my name is called.
"Miller!" a nurse shouted from a door behind the desk.
That was me, so I got up and walked to her. Right on the other side of the door was the scale to measure height and weight. The nurse had me take off my shoes and step up onto the scale. 5'8", 170 pounds. I had definitely put on some weight since last time, but I was still in okay shape. The nurse told me to follow her to the examination room, and so I followed her shoes in hand as I didn't have time to put them back on. We walked into the room and she had me sit on the exam table. The nurse pulled out the thermometer and had me open wide, sticking it under my tongue. I had always hated this; they always push really hard and it feels as though my tongue is being stabbed. Next was the blood pressure cuff. Another part of the doctor that I hate. The nurse wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and pressed a button on the machine it was connected to. I guess they had done away with the old handheld pump. The cuff increased pressure and as it released, I could feel my pulse all throughout my arm. Weirdly reminds me of my own mortality, so that's why I hate the blood pressure cuff.
"Alright, just wait here and the doctor should be with you shortly" Said the nurse kindly as she closed the door and walked out.
I knew it wouldn't be shortly. And so, I sat in the room for the next 20 minutes. I looked around the room reading all the posters about health pinned up around the room. I contemplated whether I would have to get any shots, or god forbid two.
Finally, after 20 minutes the doctor walked in. A woman with tan skin and dark hair walked in, maybe mid-40s or 50s, standing just about 5'5' with a shapely body. Some would classify her as a MILF.
"Hello, I am Dr. Cortez, you must be Jacob!" said the doctor in an accent that couldn't be mistaken as anything but Spanish. The European Spanish, not the Latino kind.
"Uh yeah, I'm Jacob" I responded with some surprise in my voice from her accent.
"Alright Jacob, and is there any specific reason you are here today, or is this just a standard checkup" she said looking at her clipboard
"Just a standard checkup, need one before I go off to college" I replied casually.
Dr. Cortez's head perked up. "Oh, you're going off to college? My son is in college right now, he loves it. Okay so just a few questions before we get going. Do you do any drugs, or alcohol?"
"Nope none of that." I responded.
"Good boy, stay away from all of that stuff, can only hurt you." She said in a stern motherly tone. "And are you sexually active?"
"No to that as well" I said to her, somewhat embarrassed as I was still a kissless virgin.
"Alright that should be it for the questions." She grabbed her otoscope and walked up to me. First, she had my open my mouth and look at my throat. "You have somewhat large tonsils, but they should be fine, keep an eye on them" next she put the device into my ears. "Nothing out of the ordinary here. Alright then. Strip" She turned around to put her otoscope down.
What did she just say there? There is no way I heard what I think I heard. I sat on the exam table with a look of total bewilderment on my face. I had to have imagined her say that last part.
Dr. Cortez turned around to me still sitting at the table. "Come on, take off your clothes." She said with a bit of haste in her voice.
So, I had heard her right. I did as she commanded and stood up, first taking off my pants then my shirt, leaving me in my boxers. I sat back down on the table with just a thin piece of fabric separating me from the only woman who has seen me this close to naked. Then something horrible happened. I guess I am a bit of a bottom because I began to get an erection. And there was very little way I could hide it with just my loose boxers. I continued to sit there as she wrote something onto her papers. She turned around and began to use the stethoscope on me.
First, she put the stethoscope over my heart. The cold metal was a bit jarring on my chest. Next, she moved it slightly and said "deep breath in." So, I took in a deep breath. "And now out, slowly" to which I breathed out very slowly.
"Okay good" She moved the stethoscope to my back and repeated the breathing check. Then she turned around to put down the stethoscope and fill out some more information.
As she was writing something on the clipboard turned away from me, she told me to lie down. I knew that if I laid flat my boner would stand like a flagpole, so I put my back down onto the table and lifted my feet onto the table, so my knees were bent and pointed upwards. This way any protrusions from my private area would be either invisible, or just seem like bunched up fabric, sort of like I was sitting. But I knew this was a precarious situation as I could feel myself only getting harder, despite my inward pleas to the contrary.
