There was ultimately no other option but for me to turn around and face Christina, particularly since she was talking to me and I certainly didn’t want her to think that I was being rude again.

So I did indeed turn around (quite sheepishly I might add) and she didn’t even pretend not to look directly at my crotch while telling me that I should feel free to clean myself up with some of the wipes on the counter.

[At least I can say that it was NOT the first time that I flashed a woman as I'm pretty sure HER telling ME to strip down would fall under the iron-clad “Unexpected Full Disrobing” rule. Which is a defense that would stand up in any court in the land almost as rigidly as my leaky Penis was standing up at that very moment for her final inspection...a satisfying end to an auspicious day!]

And with that, she wished me luck in my academic endeavors and said that I could get dressed and pick up my exam form as I left as she was just about to finish signing off on it. I suppose that I’d have to say that going through that exam was ultimately worth it: since I graduated with honors from a very challenging program.

By that point, I was for whatever reason, not even paying attention to the fact that her Nurse was still in there with me, and so I walked over to where my clothes were.

However, I came out of my daze when I heard the Nurse mutter “Wow” softly to herself: without even thinking I said it back to her in the form of a question “Wow?”

With the implication being of course, that I wanted to know why she said that, and she answered me surprisingly frankly, though with a bit of a blush herself as she explained that she hadn’t been out of Nursing School long at all and so she had never seen a male patient so “excited” before.

I really didn’t know what to say to that, so I simply bent over to retrieve my underwear only to hear her say “Wow” once again, although this time she explained her exclamation without my prompting by telling me that “I’ve never seen a man’s Anus so dilated before either… I guess if you ever had a girlfriend that wanted to try some strap-on action with you now would be the time huh?”

I suppose that the last part of her statement just “slipped out” as it were because with that utterance her blushing deepened and she quickly cleaned up the relatively small mess that I’d made on the Exam Table before leaving the room without saying anything further.

Although the final embarrassment of the day was over (or so I foolishly thought), I still was left with the unenviable task of trying to get a fully erect Penis that seemingly would never deflate into a skimpy pair of underpants that would only comfortably hold a flaccid one.

I then cleaned the fluid off of my Glans, not to mention wiping away what had ran down my Shaft, (without causing any more leakage) as well as at least some of the lube out of my Anus before I managed to get my underpants back on, though I won’t say it was a very pleasant sensation.

Of course, my Penis was still painfully erect, and my Face was still blood red; and I really didn’t want to try to get out of the clinic like that so in desperation I looked around and saw something that just might help me.

Christina had left the tube of lubricating gel that she had used for my Rectal Exam lying out, so all I had to do was take my undies back off grab some of that and apply some of it to the source of my predicament to gain some much-needed relief.

“Yes,” I decided “that’s just what I’m going to do!” My decision made, I stripped back off and then slathered a large amount of lube onto the palm of my right hand, but before I applied it to my Penis, I used my left hand to squeeze some more pre-ejaculatory fluid out which I then smeared up and down my erect Shaft. With that done, I applied the lube and began slowly stroking myself following the path of Christina’s palpating fingers all the way from the Base to the Corona gradually picking up speed, yet still not even close to going over the edge of orgasm oddly enough.

About that time, I happened to think “where in the world am I going to shoot this that it won’t be noticed?” I slowed my pace down somewhat as I looked around again and saw on the other side of the room next to the door, a small trashcan that looked perfect for my needs.

I half walked/half waddled over to the can, still stroking myself and after I stopped in front of it, I used my left hand to cup my Scrotum while speeding up my right hand’s activities.

Faster and faster my hand slid back and forth along my ultra-hard Shaft and just before I completely lost myself to the overwhelming sensation (as well as mentally reliving my exam I have to admit) it occurred to me that of all the things I’d expected out of the aforesaid exam, it ending with me completely naked and furiously masturbating in the Exam Room was definitely not among them.

But the thing was that just reliving the exam wasn’t quite enough to “get the job done” so to speak.

Thus, my thoughts shifted to my “taking control of the situation” with both Christina and Karen in a variety of ways: in my mind’s eye, I had gotten to a point where I had Christina naked and bent over the Exam Table as I took her from behind, while an equally naked Karen sat quietly, knowing she’d be opening her Pussy up for me as soon as I recovered from giving Christina a royal pounding.

Christina had just started loudly, if reluctantly (and quite involuntarily) moaning while her vaginal walls tightened around me when finally, it happened. ’It,’ being that I felt my Testicles tighten and release their load as I expelled what seemed to be an endless amount of sperm-laden Semen (evidently the Prostate probing had had quite the impact), but almost immediately after that, I came back to reality as I heard the real-life Christina clearing her throat.

I don’t know when she slipped back into the room without my noticing, but she most certainly had and had evidently seen me in a very intimate moment indeed. She was making a valiant effort not to completely break up laughing, but I cannot honestly say that she was even close to being one hundred percent successful.

Nevertheless, she handed me a specimen container saying “and here I was worried about how you were going to manage to give me a Urine sample what with the state you were in.”

She put the icing on the Embarrassment Cake when she finished her instructions telling me “it’s an observed sample, so I honestly have to witness the Urine exiting your Penis, but after the show you just put on for me, well really what’s a little Peeing between friends?”

However, while the “Embarrassment Cake” I just mentioned now had its icing, it was left to the Receptionist to put the metaphorical Cherry on Top, which I’ll get back to momentarily.

On the drive back, I couldn’t help mentally reliving everything that happened to me that afternoon, so once I got home I had to jump in the shower: both to clean up and to take care of another Erection...yes I have to admit I’d gotten worked up all over again.

After I’d finished hosing down the wall of my shower with ejaculate, I decided to take a look at the form which was the ultimate cause of all the days’ issues even though it was largely a lot of abbreviations that I didn’t understand at the time.

Months later, however, when I stumbled back across a copy that I’d made of that very form, I couldn’t help blushing anew as I recalled the events of that Exam, but this time I couldn’t help smiling a bit because I understood the abbreviations that had baffled me previously.

Because in the box that read “Genitalia (Male)” were the letters “WNL” as well as “0 D/C” and “0 Masses.” I already knew that I hadn’t had any Discharges (or at least none of the disease-related nature haha) and also that I was Within Normal Limits, not to mention the fact that she certainly would have found any masses during a Testicular Exam that seemingly lasted longer than the Seven Years War. But I figured that it never hurt to have a Female Medical Professional give her honest opinion about my Package.

However, to get back to what I’ve been avoiding I must, in the interest of honesty, tell you about the so-called “Cherry on Top.” You see when I’d finally gotten dressed, and out of that damn Exam Room, I went back out to the receptionist area to get the form that Christina had left with Karen and happened to notice something that really hadn’t registered on me earlier. Of course, what I noticed was that I was pretty much the only male in the facility that day other than the janitorial staff.

That realization would have been no big deal, except for Karen’s parting shot because as she handed over the form, she said (loudly enough for EVERYONE in the waiting area to hear): “Christina informed me about what she walked in on, and I have to tell you, you’re the first naked guy that I ever heard of getting so excited about being examined by a woman that he had to Jack off because of it!”

I’m sure you can imagine how much “fun” it was to wade through all those riotously laughing ladies…not to mention having to listen to their rather rude comments, which truly was when I reached the moment of “Maximum Blush.”’

THE END