I walked out of work in my scrubs since I didn't have time to change. I had to quickly get to a medical appointment that I was not looking forward to. As a surgical resident, I don't have time to see doctors for my own health, but my wife had insisted.
We visited my in-laws after Christmas, and they continuously asked us about having kids. This sent my wife into a tailspin, and somehow she'd been convinced we are infertile. She wanted us to both be evaluated. She was seeing an OB/GYN (I hoped it was Kyle, my recent fuck-buddy, but I wasn't sure), and I had to see a urologist.
I was not looking forward to having my sex life and sex parts evaluated by a colleague, but happy wife happy life, right?
I signed in to the clinic, and they took me straight to an exam room since I was late. The nurse came in and took my vitals. She told me the urology resident would see me shortly. I rolled my eyes internally. I didn't want to see a resident since they were truly my peers, but I wasn't surprised. I had not met any of the urology residents yet, so I was shocked to recognize the doctor that walked in.
A young man with black wavy hair, tan skin and piercing green eyes walked in. "Mike! How's it going dude!"
"Dan!" I recognized him from medical school. "I didn't realize you were a resident here! We've been at the same hospital this whole time?"
"I guess so! It's a big place I guess. And we do most of our surgeries across town."
While I was happy to see a buddy from medical school, I was worried about having a doctor that I was attracted to. We used to joke in medical school that Dan became a urologist because his dick was huge. "Donkey dick Dan" was his nickname on our intramural basketball team since he'd let his giant tool swing freely in the locker room after games. I started to feel blood rush to my cock just thinking about it.
Dan asked "Are you okay with me seeing you today? To be honest I'm the only resident covering the clinic today and the attending had to leave already. Actually, everyone left...since you were late. But you can reschedule if you want."
"No, my wife really wants me to do this. She's convinced we're infertile."
We talked about our sex life and my full medical history. I left out the part where I've been fucking some of my male colleagues in various parts of the hospital when I have time. That didn't seem relevant.
I took off my shirt for him to listen to my heart and lungs.
"Mike, I'm worried you haven't been honest with me about everything," he said, standing behind me to listen to my lungs from the back.
This caught me off guard.
"Mike, I asked you if you take any supplements or steroids and you said no. But you look completely different from medical school." He grabbed my pecs in his hands which made me jump. "You didn't have these pecs." He grabbed my biceps. "And you definitely didn't have these guns."
He sat back down in front of me. "You're telling me you built all this muscle naturally?"
"Yea dude. I work out because it's my only stress relief. That and..." I trailed off, looking at the floor. "And, I jerk off all the time."
I looked at him. "Is that the problem? Am I jerking off too much?"
He laughed. "No way dude. Men our age make a shit ton of sperm. Or...at least we are supposed to. Your stress could affect that though. Being a resident sucks. I'm glad you found such a great outlet for your stress. Your body looks amazing! It's like you went through a second puberty since I saw you. I try to hit the gym when I can, I still play basketball a few times a week."
"Nice, I miss playing with you guys. You look great too!" I replied.
"Thanks, I try. Alright, time for the part everyone hates. I need to check your private parts, then you'll give a sperm sample. That shouldn't be difficult for you though," he said with a wink.
I stood up to take off my scrub pants. I let them drop, now just standing in my underwear. I walked over to the table to fold up my pants into a pile with my shirt and shoes. I turned to see Dan's mouth almost on the floor. I paused and realized it might be strange that I was wearing a jockstrap instead of true underwear. A friend of mine had recommended them, and I loved how sexy they made me feel. I knew men and women stared at my ass as it jiggled down the hall when I walked around the hospital. And my ass had grown with my workouts, so the jockstrap gave me more room.
I glanced at the mirror on the wall. Damn, I did look sexy. I looked like an underwear model to be honest. My six pack was finally defined. And my ass cheeks looked nice and round in the jockstrap, the bubble butt I was working for.
"Do I stay in my underwear?" I asked.
Dan finally found his voice. "Uh...no. But wow, a jockstrap Mike?"
"Yea dude, it's super comfortable."
He was openly staring at my body. "You didn't have an ass... I mean glutes... like that in med school."
The compliment got me aroused. I turned to show him my ass. I slapped one of my cheeks, making it bounce. "I promise, it's all natural! No steroids. Just hard work."
He didn't respond, still staring.