I stood in front of her, expecting her to look away while I slid down my underwear. She didn’t. I felt another trickle of sweat run down my side. I realized my heart was pounding. Slowly I lowered my black briefs down to my ankles. She’d seen me naked before, but those times had been different; we hadn’t been playing. Between our exams Julie must have turned the air conditioner down, and between that and my nerves, my penis had shrunk back. Looking satisfied, Julie pulled two more gloves from the box next to her, and scooted forward, her eyes on my genitals. I was never the biggest, but when I got turned on I didn’t think there was any problem. Right now though my dick and balls were pulled in, tight, just like they’d been the other day during the skin check. Julie pulled on her gloves, then rubbed her hands together. She pulled the nitrile tight on her fingers, tugging the edge of the glove right up over her watch.

“Legs all the way apart please.” I shuffled further apart, as far as my underwear would let me. “There we go. Very good. You’ll feel me touch you now.”

First she touched my thigh, a few inches below my junk. I flinched slightly. Even though I knew it was coming, I was still sensitive. Then, slowly, she slid her hand up my leg before withdrawing. I jumped as her two outstretched fingers pushed between my balls and my leg. She pressed up, hard. Involuntarily, I felt myself rise slightly. Julie put her other hand on my hip, guiding me back down.

“Just relax. Good. Now turn your head, and cough.” She made me cough twice on my left side, then three times on my right. Each time she moved her fingers out, then back up. In between coughs I looked back, watching her face as she prepared to press her fingers in again. The last time she pressed in the hardest, and I gave a tiny gasp. She smiled slightly, before pulling out and taking a step back. “Ok, good job. All healthy.” I reached down and pulled up my underwear. It felt good to be at least a little clothed.

“Wait just a minute. I’m going to need to check down there again, not just for a hernia. Is that ok?” I nodded. Julie rolled forward on the stool again, and stopped in front of me. She still hadn’t taken off her gloves. “Let’s slide these down one more time, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, I felt Julie’s fingers hook over the waistband of my underwear, and tug them down.

“Go ahead and step out of them.” I did as I was told. She rolled still closer. I felt the edge of exam table behind me. There was nowhere to go. Julie clasped her hands in front of her. On the stool, her head was just a little higher than my genitals. Looking down, I could see everything that was about to happen. She was looking intently. “You’ll feel my hands again, first on your thigh, and then your scrotum.”

I twitched again as she stroked my thigh. Reaching under me, she cupped my balls in one hand, her finger tips pressing into the base of my perineum, while with the other hand she began gently probing and rolling my testicles. First the left, then the right, she squeezed above, moved them around, and slowly moved them between her thumb and forefinger. My heart was pounding, my penis still hanging flat. She tugged on my scrotum one last time, then, without looking up said, “I notice that you’re uncircumcised. From what I’ve seen, that’s more and more common, nothing to worry about. I will, however, have to do a full examination of your penis. Do you have any trouble retracting your foreskin?”

I blushed. “No!”

“Ok, no problem. Let’s have a look. You’ll feel me examine your penis, then I’ll retract your foreskin so I can further examine your glans.” The last time she’d examined my dick and balls had been quick, professional. This time was different. She slowly slid her fingers to the base of my penis and began gently pressing. As her fingers gently worked their way up my shaft, I began getting hard. She smiled a little as I stiffened. Her fingers were about halfway up my penis, and a tiny bit of my glans was just starting to poke out of my foreskin. I could see a thick beed of clear pre-cum.

Julie noticed it too, and stopped palpating. Holding my still-covered glans between her thumb and forefinger she raised it, looking intently. “It seems that there is a fair bit of discharge here. This is perfectly normal, especially when men get aroused. Does that sound right?”

“Um, yeah” I muttered.

“Ok, no problem. I’ll still need to examine you, but please don’t worry. That’s why we wear gloves!” I nodded, blushing.

She put her thumb over the tip of my penis and, wrapping her fingers round my shaft, slowly pulled down my foreskin. As she did, her thumb slid over my glans, spreading the precum. Holding the head of my penis with both hands now, her fingers gently moved all around it. I could see her gloved fingers were wet with pre-cum, and my whole penis was slippery. It felt amazing. I moaned slightly as her thumb gently traced my frenulum and another clear drop leaked out.

“Messy boy.”

“Yeah, um…”

“Again, it’s all perfectly natural, this is why I’m wearing gloves.”

“Right.”

Her fingers moved up and down, touching and pressing every inch of my shaft. I could smell my pre-cum, and the rubbery nitrile. Her finger stroked my frenulum again, before moving over the tip of my penis. Right when I felt like I was about to come, she sat back on her stool, and scooted back.

“Ok, good job. Go ahead and hop up on the exam table for me now and lay down.” I did as I was told. I could feel my heart pounding, see my penis pulsing with each beat.

“As you know, prostate health is also very important, and with the rise in colorectal cancers it’s important to make sure everything is healthy back there as well.” I swallowed. I’d never had anyone touch me back there. I’d read online that it was mostly for older dudes. I kind of didn’t want her to… still, she’d let me…

“Ok” I said.