I open the door to find you sitting on the exam table in your boxers. You look nervous, a little, but excited at the same time. We have been talking for a long time on the net. I know what you want and what you expect from me. I am happy to do that because no one understands more than another professional. My secret is that I am nervous too because I am just a nurse, you are the doctor. I am used to being the one with all the knowledge, I know the correct procedure, but now I find myself examining someone with more knowledge than myself. I hope I don't make a mistake.

I sit down on the black stool and open your chart. I carefully read all that is written while you sit atop the table. I take my time, careful not to miss anything, which adds to your anxiety and anticipation of the exam to come. You sit in slience and watch me. You notice that I have an air of professionalism. My nails are short, my hair is neat, and my all white scrubs are pressed.

I place your chart down on the counter and stand. You take a deep breath because you know I am about ready to start. I smile at you, and you smile back, then look down at your half naked body, you are wondering what I am thinking.

"Well, let's get started." I say to you.

I place my stethoscope in my ears and approach the front of you. You sit up a little straighter as I put the scope on your chest. My left hand is gently resting on top of your right shoulder. My hands are warm. I am close enough to you that you can smell the light scent of my perfume, not much, but just a hint. It is a clean, freash smell, not over bearing.

I continue to listen to your heart finishing up at the apex. I notice that your nipples are erect, and so are mine. You can't tell though through my scrubs. That is my secret. I listen to your lungs in front, and move to your back and listen some more. I make you breath in and out, deeply. When I am done, I place the stethoscope around my neck and return to your chart to make some notes.

Back at your side, I pick up the scope and complete the HEENT exam. I am careful to examine every nook and cranny you have, noting anything unusual, and all that is normal. As I am looking into your eyes, I can see your excitement, I smile at you. You blush and look away. You know I am in charge, and this excites you even more.

I place my hands on your neck and palpate your lymph nodes, trach, and thyroid gland. All seem to be normal for a man of your age. I make notes on your chart accordingly.

I tell you to get off the table and bend over at the waist. I want to examine your spine. I place my hand on your abdomen making your arch your back a little more. I slowly run my fingers down your back feeling each knotch. I instruct you to get back up on the table on your belly.

I start feeling your muscle structure. You are strong, like a man. I feel my temp rise slightly and my face flush. I am glad that you can't see my face, because you would know exactly how I was feeling if your could see.

I feel your ribs and your lower back. My hands slide down to your legs. I run my hand down the back of your thighs and you jerk at my touch. I am smiling. I enjoy knowing that you are a little nervous and a little excited, and that I am the one causing it.

I reach into the band of your shorts and pull them down to your knees. For the first time, you are exposed to me. I very lightly rub my hands over your cheeks, looking once again for any abnormalities. Your ass is perfect, you know I am looking at it longer than I need to.

Laying there exposed, I walk over to the counter and start looking for the thermometer, the one with the red tip. Once located, I take the KY jelly and bring them both over to the table. You are watching me the whole time, not sure if you really want to continue from here. You're nervousness and anticipatory feeling as well as the feeling in your groin are rising.

I put on a glove, apply some lube to my finger, and step closer to your buttocks. I tell you to spread your legs slightly to give me better access to you. I place my left hand on you and spread you open. I take my index finger of my right hand and place it on your opening. Naturally you flinch. I rub your buttocks and tell you to relax. You do as you are told, but it was just a natural reaction.

I tell you to take a deep breath as I slowly insert my finger, just the tip past your sphincter, preparing you for the thermometer. I can hear you breathing. Again I smile at you because I know you can't see me. I would hate to give any indication that I was not in complete control and a true professional.

I withdraw my finger slowly, and insert the thermometer. Again you slightly flinch as I go deeper than I professionally should. You and I both know as professionals that I am starting to get a little naughty. This excites you to some degree. You shift on the table, trying to get comfortable.

I stand back a little and continue to look down at your bottom, and the thermometer sticking out from your anus. My left hand continues to rest on, and lightly massage your buttocks. I can hear you slightly moan, I hope in pleasure as I twist and turn the thermometer. I allow many minutes to pass before removing it. I clean it up and put it away. I return to you with a moist towel and clean your rectum as well. Then I pull your shorts back up for you.

"Turn over please."

I place my hands on your abdomen and palpate it. You flinch slightly as I locate your liver, kidneys, and bladder. I try to be gentle, but my hands are not as skilled as yours. I can feel your muscles tighten under my touch. I pull back somewhat feeing guilty for making you cramp. We both know I am doing what is medically necessary.

I continue palpating your lower abdomen. My fingers are resting just above your pubic hair. I run my fingers just inside and under your waistband of your shorts. Your excitement is growing, and you and I both can see it.

You stand before me. I sit on the stool and I look into your eyes. I am wondering what you are thinking as you know I am about to take your manhood into my hands and carefully inspect what God has given you. I reach forward and again insert my fingers into the waistband of your boxers. I lower them to the floor. You step out of them.

I examine your shaft and the head of your penis. I rub my hand up and down looking and feeling for any abnormalities as your grow in my hand. I look up into your eyes to let you know that I have acknowledged your erection. You look away, slightly embarssed. I continue with my exam.

I gently grasp your right testicle in my hand, then the left. I carefully roll the skin through my fingers. I ask you to do the same. Show me how you perform your monthly exam. You will show me and tell me in detail.

I stand up from the stool and press my finger deep into the side of your testicle. "Turn your head and cough." I instruct. I tell you to cough again as I check the other side. I walk over and leave you standing there, waiting, wondering what I will do next. I put on another glove and take the Ky in my other hand.

"Bend over the table please." I tell you.

You walk over to the table and place your elbows on the paper. I come around behind you. I run my non-gloved left hand up your back lightly pressing on your upper shoulder blades letting you know I want your chest on the table. You comply. I bring my hand back down your back, letting you know what I am about to do.

I spread your bottom with my left hand and reach into you with my right. You feel my finger at your opening. You shift your weight in anticipation. This is what you want, and I know that.

"Relax and take a deep breath."

You do as I say, you instinctively push. You know the drill, you are after all, a doctor. When I feel you push slightly, I ease my finger into your rectum. I wait and allow you to adjust to my finger. You relax and I advance my finger as deep as I can. I gently rotate it feeling your inner walls. You shift again, probably becasue of your erection. I stop, and wait for you to settle.

I am unable to feel your prostate from this angle. My hands are little. You noticed this when we first met, and wondered how I would manage. Now you were about to find out.

"Up on the table please, and on your back."

With my left hand I pull out the stirrups from their hiding place under the table. Your eyes widen. She can't be serious, you think. But I am serious.

"Put your feet in the stirrups and scoot to the end of the table for me, please."

You do as I ask and without hessitation. You are fully erect and have nothing left to hide. I continue with my exam. I don a new glove and re-apply more Ky. I come to your right side and place my hand on your abdomen. I put my finger back at your rectum and look you in the eye. You know the drill, so you take a deep breath and push out. When you are ready, I re-enter.

I can go much deeper in this position. You notice the difference right away. Your penis bobs slightly as my finger tip grazes your prostate. You take a quick short breath. Your face is flushed. I continue to palpate your prostate, I know what I am doing which excites you even more. You really want to reach down and relieve yourself as the pressure is becoming too great for you to stand.

I am moving my finger in and out, not completely, but in and out, touching your inner gland each time. You are starting to breath heavy, you are really enjoying yourself, as I promised you would. WIth my finger in your anus I can't stand it any more as the excitement has peaked in me as well. I can't help myself, I can no longer keep my professionalism so I ....

You will have to use your own imagination to finish the story. This is a work of fiction. This being said, when doctors and nurses get together, well...let's just say, doctors will be doctors, and nurses will be nurses.