erectile dysfunction..? well, no..., not usually ...
well, Doctor, I confess... I don't, really think I have that problem
but I am curious, if..., uh, whether, an E-D pill could make any difference, or really, just what it might be like?
In a way I dreaded this appointment. First, having to disclose to the nurse on the phone, –why- , I wanted this appointment. Then of course, imagining discussing this face to face with the young doctor, this blond, tall, sexy, beautiful, young doctor who could be, and probably is, a model. But admittedly, since my first and only appointment a year ago with her for a flu visit, I have wondered nervously but excitedly just how future visits might unfold.
Today she is a bit authoritative, if not slightly intimidating. She looks dressed more for a day's trip across the country flying first class. I heard her mention "seminar" as she came in through the waiting room, maybe she was presenting. She is dressed in a black pleated skirt with sheer black stockings, very open strap shoes, also black, and a bone colored blouse of sheer stretch fabric that is quite revealing of a very sexy nude shade demi-cup sheer bra that barely contains her breasts, as they vivaciously pour forth. She is wearing a medium gray jacket, but it is unbuttoned... I try little to subdue my glance as she looks down at her chart.
"Paul, that is perfectly understandable, you wouldn't believe how many of my male patients have come in and asked just as you are. Actually, almost as many female patients ask too, it seems. But unless their man is willing to have an exam, well of course, I cannot dispense. So you do realize, there will be an exam necessary today to issue the prescription? And you're ok with that?"
well, sure, Doctor... I was expecting that, I mean everything requires an exam, I mean every prescription, doesn't it?
"Yes it does. Now, this exam is really most of what is involved in a physical, and according to your chart, you haven't had a physical in over three years. If you'd like to go the rest of the way, this can probably be covered under your wellness plan. Shall we do a complete physical?
Absolutely!... I mean sure, that'd be, um, perfect ...
"Ok, good. I'll need you to undress then to your underpants. When you're ready, just have a seat on the examination table, I'll be back to see you in a few minutes."
I felt my face becoming hot when she said "underpants", and I pictured myself nearly naked upright on this bench when back she comes through the door. I've been through this enough times before, but the doctor was always a male. That's bad enough, and too, since usually a nurse shows up as well.
So here I sit, the room suddenly seems to have a slight chill that I hadn't noticed before. And I feel my feet getting a little cold, kind of clammy, having removed my shoes and socks. I catch myself looking around the room at the diagrams on the walls, the jar of tongue depressors, that diabolically huge hypodermic that seems to be a fixture in every doctor's examination room I've ever sat waiting in for as long as I can remember. What could they possibly use that for? Just then I can't help it, I pull the waistband of my shorts out to peer at my penis, and what else, it is pantomiming a turtle with its head pulled all the way in.
"Are you ready for me, Paul?" I nearly gasp, maybe I did, I feel my face hot again only this time worse. I know better than to have risked that. I know she saw the look of chagrin on my face as I was looking down.
The doctor sort of giggles... "everything's normal so far! ...just for your information, you've already made it to the 95th percentile, meaning you're of that percentage of my patients that seem to have one last look at their messenger of love before it ascends to the realm of aphrodisia."
I smile, maybe a little sheepishly, but actually her repartee is helping. I look up to her and she is looking straight into my eyes, her eyes twinkle, her face is glowing. This is somehow reminding me of that last toast of wine of a fabulous dinner date that usually precedes a gratuitous blowjob at well over the speed limit while racing to get back home... suddenly I feel I am ready for anything to come.
But she is smiling a very warm, attentive smile. And unless I am mistaken, her body language, shoulders back, chest up and out, hips cocked a little, and head tilted a little, is telling me she is about to get aggressive.
She is seemingly harmless enough now though, having changed into the typical light blue doctor's garb. Draw-string cotton loose fitting slacks and short-sleeved jacket ..., well almost typical, as her trousers are slung low on her hips, and the jacket is really only barely waist length, revealing her perfectly flat sexy abdomen, but otherwise baggy and loose as usual. She turns away and I am now amazed, to find that her trousers are riding so low as to reveal just the beginning of the cleavage of her very nice ass.
She turns back, "First we'll check your heart and respiration, while it is still relatively normal."
Doctor now reaches inside her jacket, withdrawing the business end of her stethoscope which she leans forward and places it against my right breast. It is not cold.
As she roams around my chest listening, her left hand presses me gently beside her right, it feels caring, and affectionate.
Finished with the front, she directs, "Please raise your arms above your head."
I do. She then leans very close against me, passing the stethoscope behind me. Her arms are around me as she probes about my back, listening. As she moves I feel the press of her now free breasts sweep against me, Her breath is soft in my ear. Her pussy is firm on my left knee. She hesitates in each new position. I feel my penis engorging, stiffening. This is going to be awkward.
As she concludes, she gives me a light slap at the top of my ass as she pulls away. Her face is a bit flushed.
"Heart and respiration slightly elevated. Well, your heart is pounding, and there's some hyperventilation. Perfectly normal."
"Hmmm, however, I see that you -are- about to fail the erectile dysfunction portion of this exam already!”
I guess so. My cock is now straight up and my dick head is standing up and out of my bikini briefs, reaching for my navel. I feel very guilty right now.
“But seriously though, you’re doing great, because next we need to evaluate your normal erectile function. For this part of the exam we really should have a nurse present, do you mind? .... You're hesitating. But if you'd rather sign a release..."
Almost panting, I manage to breathe the words, "no.., I mean yes doctor, I am comfortable to give a release" …I'm like -oh shit-, the things that come out of my mouth. She is smiling at me again, as she turns and reaches for her clip board. She leafs through the pages, then hands me the pen, and holding the board against her, perfectly tilted atop her chest, says, "Sign here, please."
Taking back the pen and replacing the clip board to the countertop, she pauses turned away, her hands busy in front of her.
As she turns to me, she parts her jacket open, whereupon her exquisite breasts splay forth before me, translucent ivory with delicate blue veins beneath, her nipples the soft color of orange sorbet. I love sorbet!
"Now I will ask you to stand, at attention, if you will, and step out of your underpants completely." It’s nice of the Doctor to grant me this freedom, now that my cock has risen halfway out and she’s seen it anyway.
As I shift to drop from the examination table and onto the shaky step, she reaches her right hand down into the front of my shorts, grasping the lower part of my erection. With her left hand she slides around behind my ass, pulling the shorts down and away as she proceeds, transitioning from the right side and then pulling down on the left, until they completely fall to my ankles.
Sliding her left hand under my scrotum, my testicles instinctively draw in as she cradles them gently in her right hand...
"Do you know what the wet towel test is, Paul? Some patients have likened this test to the locker room matches they recall from high school and college, of testing their erections by draping successive wet towels across it to measure its strength."
"We have a similar, but more scientific test to determine the same thing, the numerical robustness of your erection. Is this at least about average stiffness?"
With this she begins squeezing and twisting my hard-on and trying to bend it, and is repetitively forcing it down.
"Your penis feels completely erect to me! Nice and hard…! I mean, it seems fully rigid..!" The Doctor now strips her jacket completely off and tosses it across the chair, and in seemingly the same movement, withdraws the clip from her hair, allowing it to tumble around her shoulders.
Cupping my balls again, she slides the ringed end of a hand held spring scale over the head of my penis. The loop is hinged, and she ratchets it down tightly onto my cock just past the rubbery glans of the cock head. Pulling down on the scale, she occasionally pinches scientifically at the head of my penis as she takes her measurement. Downward she pulls, until the stiff member is just past horizontal and pointing toward her crotch. It is then that I notice the wetness, just beginning to seep from her pussy. This arouses me even more, and involuntarily, my cock arches back up again against the strain of her pulling.
"I had you recorded at 33 ounces for a horizontal deflection, but you seem to be throbbing up to a 39, Paul."
