I was in my early 20's and finishing up Uni with my final exams coming close to Christmas. I arrived back to my rented accommodation after a morning of study and tutorials on campus. I had not felt great since I woke that morning and even though we were in the mist of a cold snap I had the shivers all day and my body ached. Thankfully I am not accustomed to catching colds, flues or viruses and when I do I tend to push on and battle through, this would be the case again today. My solution - sleep it off.

I threw myself on the bed and napped for a few hours. I figured everything would have resolved itself when I woke. Oh boy, how wrong was I.

I woke in darkness and by that alone I realized I had slept much longer than my intended 1-2 hours. I lay there on top of my bed and every second that past the symptoms got worse and worse. I'd a headache, my throat was sore, body aching, and sweat poured from chest and back. I felt as though i'd slept in a freezer and sniffed cut grass in the height of summer with heyfever. I knew using common sense I had probably contracted the flu and this would be one of the rare times I would need to seek medical intervention. Fuck! I thought. The time was ticking on the countdown to my finals and with the first class grade in my sights I bit the bullet googled the after hours clinic and rang the number.

The nurse on duty that evening answered almost instantly as if she was waiting by the phone for their first patient of the night. At this point it was around 7pm. I explained my predicament and if it weren't for the imminent exams she would have declined me and sent me to my bed with painkillers, lemsip and a hot water bottle. The after hours clinic was for more serious cases then mine.

My appointment was for 8pm and in the meantime I attempted a cup of tea and had a quick google to see where in the city this place was. A swift wash of my face and some deodorant to mask the sweat and I was ready. I made my way painfully down the stairs from the third story of my apartment block to my car. Thankfully I was a only a few miles away. Off I went.

On the journey over I was curious to see what this place looked like. Its purpose was to be on hand for those needing medical assistance after general practices closed and it was staffed by doctors from practices in that district that took it in shifts. I arrived with 15 minutes to spare as traffic was very light. There was a small car park with two cars parked out front, I parked in-between them as I like use vehicles either side of mine to gauge how well I parked.

The building wasn't big nor too flash, it was flat roofed and brown brick, similar to an old out building on a hospital campus. It looked quite old fashioned really and the appearance of old fashioned definitely fitted " the old fashioned" experience which was to unfold.

It was only a few short steps to the front door and the warmth which I hoped would be inside. The building was as cold as the night outside. On entering the interior was much the same as the exterior, old and very boring, just more browns and whites of different shades. The entrance opened directly into a hallway which spanned the length of the building. To my left there were 3 chairs and a makeshift reception which consisted of a desk which was not at all designed to go there. Assuming these 3 chairs were the acting waiting room I went to sit down.

I don't think my bum even touched the chair when a lady came around the corner at the end of the hall way. "My name" she asked loudly as she approached. I had my hands buried in my hoodie pockets and hood up, she caught me by surprise and for a second I struggled to get out of the hood with a very poor attempted head flick. "Matt" I replied as I stood up to greet her. She zipped past me to the makeshift reception desk and took one of the pieces of paper left neatly to one side. "Please fill that out and I'll take you down to see Doctor Simmons" It was a very simple medical form. Name, Age, Weight, Smoker Y/N, Units of alcohol per week, Medical History etc. As a tried to loosen my frozen hands to scribble down my details we chatted about the weather and the college I was attending. She wasn't dressed like a nurse. The only indication of her job role was her name badge. But then again this was an after hours clinic in which it would likely be only staffed by her and the doctor for most of the night.

I completed the form and handed it back to her. I followed her to the end of the hall way and around the corner. There was two doors, we were going for door number two. It was open and we walked right in where we were greeted by the doctor. She was a small stocky lady with blonde hair probably close to the mid 40 mark and an accent which immediately gave away what part of the country she was from. The nurse handed her the form and we shook hands. I was asked to take a seat and the nurse was thanked for chaperoning me and asked to shut the door on leaving. This room was the only indication that this building was used as a medical clinic. It was square room which consisted of a examination bed to one wall, a set of cabinets, a scales for weighing a baby and sink to the back wall and a desk and two chairs to the other wall. There was no windows or wall charts. But thankfully the heating was having the game of its life.

The Doctor was nice, she was very softly spoken with a bubbly personality. She began by reading through the form I had completed and confirming all was correct, which it was. She then focused on my symptoms. I told her I'd a flu and that I needed something to mute the symptoms long enough for the couple of hours I sat my exams. Of course she wasn't going to take my word for it and begin the methodological check list starting with my pulse taken from the wrist, she looked in my ears, and throat, commenting on the redness. She listened to my lungs and asked did I have any rashes I had noticed. The common questions followed as to when I first felt ill, had I any pains, had I vomited or had diarrhea and did I hurt to look at light. At this point I was drained and my face was so blocked up I was in autopilot answering her questions and letting her move parts of me as she wished with no real resistance or any effort to help her. I never liked doctors, probably from the minimal exposure growing up and I certainly didn't like them touching me but on this occasion I could not care.

She proceeded to grab both my wrists and hold them out before she commented that I was on fire. "I suspect your right about the flu, your temperature will tell us more" She went to the cabinets on the back wall and began going through them and the drawers beneath. She was clearly looking for something - a thermometer. She found it to without too much work. As she was rummaged she commented on how this was not her practice and that she was doing her shift this evening to be clear of it for the next 3 months. She asked me to excuse her as she was not familiar with the layout of this room.

She left the thermometer on the desk beside me and said she needed to pop out for a moment. I thought nothing of it nor the thermometer on the desk. It was a glass thermometer with a silver bulb like most other thermometers i'd ever seen. A minute or so passed and she returned. She opened the door just enough to slip through as if she was sneaking around. As long as she didn't let the little bit of heat out I didn't care. She sat down at the desk and gave me funny look before taking a deep breath and then she hit me with it.

"I have turned this place inside out and upside down looking for a thermometer and all I can find is this one" (Is one not enough I thought) "Unfortunately, this is a rectal thermometer which makes sense I suppose as this is the children's medical room" (Again, no reaction from me only a head nod. The combination of only thermometer and rectal had not clicked in my head) "I can assure you this does not happen today and most certainly not to somebody of your age but I am going to propose we go ahead with a rectal temperature" (the penny still hadn't dropped as I looked blankly at her) "I would consider you the wrong person in the wrong situation right now but given your condition I think it is important we get your temperature as I believe it is very high, maybe dangerously high". "Ok" was my only response. Believe it or not I was not familiar with the term rectal in this situation and foolishly asked "What difference does it make if this is a rectal thermometer". She replied "This thermometer goes into the rectum, we are going to need to put it into your bum to get your temperature" PENNY DROPPED.

According to her my face lost any color it had left. I had never even so much as revealed many part of my anatomy above the knee or beneath the waist to any medical personnel in my life. All of a sudden I was wide awake, the cold, the shivers, the aches all gone. I was alert and clocking in a 180 heartbeats per minute. "This is completely your decision, however I would like to see what your temperature is. It is a painless procedure and will only take a short few mins, if you are ok with it I would like to bring my colleague in to be present when you give consent as this is a very uncommon occurrence" I agreed with no battle, I think everyone just takes the doctor's word for it really. The nurse was brought into the room where she witnessed my consent to receive a rectal temperature. She left again then.

Once the nurse had shut the door the doctor was straight into it. "Ok so, firstly I would like you to lower your pants to your ankles and hop up on the bed for me" She made her way with thermometer in hand to the cabinets again. That was my que to do my part. I slowly and nervously made my way the entire 3 foot to the bed. I looked at her to ensure she wasn't looking (Would it make a difference) and then satisfied she wasn't I quickly dropped my pants. She never mentioned my underwear but common sense told me they had to go too. I immediately got a shock as the cool tense air of the room could be felt on my bum cheeks, giving them goosebumps. My genitals felt it too as they shrunk up. I threw one knee onto the bed the movement allowed air to hit my anus as I assume reaching with one leg separated my cheeks. I panicked and threw back a hand to cover my modesty. Too me it felt like my anus was on show front and center at that moment. In truth she wasn't even looking and the movement lasted all of 1 second. As I hopped up onto the bed and lay face down I clamped my legs shut and kept my bum tense. I heard the sound of a glove snapped onto flesh and my heart skipped a beat in it's attempt to beat a hole in my chest and the bed. I have since had other experiences involving the rectum medically on my left side which I now know to be standard but I think she was happy to leave me on my tummy given the trauma of it all.

I heard her approach and she said "Its ok this is really very simple" she begin explaining the procedure, I tried to twist my head around to make eye contact but it wasn't really working, the best I could manage was to lift my head and continue to look forward nodding every so often. "Have you ever had a rectal exam or any medication administered rectally before?" to which I replied "no" "right, firstly you will feel my hand between your buttocks where I will separate them to bring the anus into view, then I will apply KY jelly to your bum, its the lubricant we use. It will be cold and I'll apply it generously to ensure comfort for you. It will feel cold but please try to relax" Each step in the process was a hammer blow to my already shot nerves. "I'll insert the thermometer then. It is very narrow so it will pass into the rectum very easily. Don't be alarmed it will feel like it is going in much faster and farther then it actually is, are you ok with that?" I think the point of no return was when I gave consent some minutes previous so hell here goes nothing. "Sure" I replied.

I heard a click, it was the cap of the KY Jelly, there was a few moments of silence and nothing as she applied to her finger. "Ok relax, you'll feel me now" She placed her gloved hand on my buttock in a position where her finger tips curled around my cheek and stopped millimeters short of my anus and she separated me. I wanted to tense and tighten so badly, consciously and subconsciously. Whether I wanted to or not didn't matter, I couldn't. The air felt cool on my anus and next thing I felt her. Two long pressurized strokes of her finger slow and perfectly placed over my opening. She was not lying about being generous with the KY there was enough for 100 thermometers. Each of her to strokes came so so close to entering me, her pressure just enough allow KY into my opening but not to penetrate me. I drove my face into the bed and clamped my hands around the it's edge's as if I was hanging on for dear life. However somewhere mixed in with the horror, fear and embarrassment I felt a sense of calm and bliss, something was telling "Hey this is kinda nice".

She removed her hand from my cheek quickly that it flopped back into place with some force and I felt the true extent of the extreme lubricating job she had done. Between my cheeks felt smooth, slippy and squashy and a part of me really wanted her to spread me again and feel the KY and cool air mix on my anus. The embarrassment and anxiousness was not far gone though and once she said "I'll insert it now" any weird sense of enjoyment I had was short lived. I felt her hand again on me and she again spread me. Fear was winning again and the cool sensation came and went with no real joy. There was pause (There wasn't really but in my head there was) next thing I felt it. The tip of the thermometer. It felt tiny and cold and just as she said it passed into me with incredible ease. I tried to tense my anus but it was no good I was penetrated and the thermometer felt like it just going deeper and deeper. I was powerless. I was having my temperature taken rectally.

She removed her hand from me gently this time and asked "Are you ok?" "Yes" I replied. Even if I was in a state of disbelieve. "We'll leave that there for a few minutes ok" Some people say things like this feel like forever but for me it was the fastest few minutes of my life. There was a few moments of awkward silence I could feel the thermometer every millimeter of it snuggled between my cheeks and anchored in place the fact a good 2/3's of it was anchored in my rectum. There was some small talk between us where I was again assured this is completely out of the ordinary. She commented to that this in fact was the most accurate way to record a temperature as if to justify her decision to go ahead with it. I think the poor women was afraid it could come back to bite her.

She left the room for a bit I assume to break the awkwardness , I since have images in my head of her out front talking to the nurse about the events unfolding. In her absence I started to relax and breathe a little. The sensation of the thermometer had become normal and I could not feel it only for the slightest tickle if I contracted my anus. I subconsciously did that on a number of occasions. I was at that point I realized that this feeling is pleasurable. So I begin tightening and releasing again and again. A midst the weird and unexpected pleasure I was getting which was quickly building into a thrill I still had a sense of guilt and shame. Guilt that I was in my eyes taking advantage of this professional situation and shame that I was enjoying being anally simulated.

The doctor returned to the room just as my growing urge to fiddle with the thermometer was about to get better with me. Probably for the best too as I didn't know what I was actually going to do once I grabbed it. It just seemed like a nice idea. She said "Another few moments now, if we take it out too soon it won't register and we'll have to start again and that would be a disaster for you" in my mind I was thinking please fall out please fall out. At this point so much pleasurable tension had built up in my anus around the thermometer, each little movement I could generate was lovely. "Right lets see" she said next thing I felt the thermometer being withdrawn it felt like it was 10 inches long but it also felt amazing the tension was realized in once big bang as it was taken from me. I did not orgasm, or even have an erection it was simply shear anal pleasure. I was feeling great and the symptoms completely suppressed by this high I was on.

She read the thermometer out of my view and told me I had a high temperature but it was not as high as she feared. She told me I could pop up and clean myself off with a tissue she had left out. At this point I was comfortable with everything I didn't care she was looking at me as hopped off the bed, penis and balls dangling in full view in front of her. I wiped myself and pulled me pants up. She asked me to go to the late night pharmacy on campus and pick up the prescription she had wrote. She apologized once more for having to subject me to that ordeal and sent me on my way. On the way out I said goodbye to the nurse and made my way to the car. The cold was irrelevant to me now I was in a world of bliss. It would be awhile before I came off the high and the flu took over again.

I went on to sit my exams and achieve my first class grade.