A few years ago, when I was in my late 20's, I got sick with what turned out to be a bladder infection. Since it is unusual for a young male to get a bladder infection, my doctor sent me to see a urologist. The urologist's receptionist told me to come to the appointment with a full bladder, which I did.

The first thing I did at my appointment was to give a urine sample, and then the nurse told me to take all my clothes off below the waist and wait for the urologist. I didn't have to wait long for him. He had me sit on the examining table while he read over the medical history I had filled out and asked questions. Then he said he was going to check to see if there was anything blocking my urethra or bladder. Apparently that sort of thing is suspected if men have bladder infections.

Next he had me stand up while he examined my penis and the opening to my urethra. While he was doing this, the nurse entered the room with a long reddish tube and some other equipment, and she proceeded to set this up on a counter near me. The doctor now told me he was going to do a prostate exam and wanted me to lean over the examining table and put my elbows on it. I did this and he opened my ass cheeks with one hand, examined me externally for a minute, put some goop (KY, I guess) on his other hand, and put his finger on my anus. Then he told me to push out as though I was trying to have a bowel movement, and he slowly pushed his finger into my rectum. When his finger was all the way in, he moved it around, and said he was examining my prostate. I had never before felt the sensation of having my prostate rubbed. I have come to love it, but it seemed strange at the time. He said that my prostate felt just fine.

While this was going on, the nurse was standing behind me, next to the doctor. This was very embarrassing for me. When he was done with my rectal exam, he wiped me off with some tissue, and told me to get on the table and lie on my back. Then he asked the nurse to get a residual urine sample from me, and left the room.

The nurse was about 25 and was an attractive brunette. She was vivacious and friendly and relaxed. She told me that she was not the urologist's normal nurse, but was just filling in for a couple of days while the usual nurse (a guy, as it turned out) was on vacation. She also said that she hadn't done this procedure on a man in a while, but that I should just relax and it would be over pretty quickly. I mumbled something to the effect that the long tube she had (she said it was a catheter) looked pretty scary. She laughed and said, yeh, she supposed it was. She said it took a lot more catheter to reach the bladder on a man than on a woman, and she said she always told women they should be thankful they weren't men when she was putting a catheter in them. She also said that it would feel funny when it passed through my prostate, but that otherwise it should go smoothly.

She helped me put my legs into the stirrups at the end of the table, and then she raised the table so that my cock was at about her chest level. Then she told me to "scoot my butt" as far down to the end of the table as possible. It was all I could do to keep from getting an erection. I wasn't used to being naked around a beautiful young woman unless I was about to have sex with her, so my cock wanted to respond in the usual way, but I was really embarrassed about getting hard in front of her.

She picked up something that looked like a syringe with a short tube at the end of it. She said the syringe contained something like novocaine (I can't remember the name) that would numb my urethra, and that she was going to squirt it into my urethra. She stepped between my legs to start working, and grabbed my penis in her left hand. This gave me an instant erection! I kind of tensed up and moaned and she just laughed – she said all men got erections when she was putting a catheter in them and to just lie back and relax. Yeah, right!

It was quite the sight! She was standing between my legs, holding my erect penis just inches from her mouth and trying to force the tube down it. Unfortunately, things did not go smoothly. The tube was too large, and I started bleeding a little. She muttered something about knowing this would happen, and said she would have to go get another syringe. So she left me on the examining table, with my feet in the stirrups, cock erect and bleeding, while she went out of the room to get another syringe. I was afraid the doctor or someone else would come in while she was gone, but no one did.

When she got back she had to put more of the stuff in the new syringe, and then she was ready to try again. This time went more smoothly. The tube went into my urethra a little ways, and then she pushed on the plunger to squirt the stuff down my urethra. It was a really strange sensation. It felt really cold and it also burned a little at first, and I could feel it as it moved down through my urethra, under my balls and down near my rectum.

That was phase one. Next she got the long catheter, held my penis with her left had again, and started to push the catheter slowly into my penis. This felt even stranger than the goop she had squirted into me. It didn't hurt. It just felt really unusual. I could feel every inch of it as she pushed it slowly through my urethra. After she got part of it in, she said she thought it was about to pass through my prostate, and that it might hurt a little. It took a while before I felt anything different, and then – Wow, what a sensation! It hurt a little, but it also felt a little like the sensation you get when you are ejaculating. Talk about confusing signals coming into my brain! A beautiful woman holding my erect cock inches from her mouth, I'm sort of feeling like I'm ejaculating, but it's also painful and I'm really embarrassed!

In a bit she said that the catheter had reached my bladder, and she was going to see how much urine was left in there. She put the end of the catheter that was sticking out of me into a kind of jar and undid a clamp, and we both watched as the urine flowed out. It turned out that quite a bit was left (it turned out I had a partial blockage of my bladder, which probably had been there from birth, but that is another story).

Now came the part where she slowly pulled the catheter out through my still-erect cock. It felt funny again as the head was pulled through my prostate, though the sensations were not as strong as when it was going in. After she got it out she said she was all done. She smiled and said she was sorry about causing me to bleed, and jokingly said she could put a Band-Aid on it if I wanted. I said that was OK, I didn't think I would need that.