I'm a construction worker, been with the company a few years, and one day on the job the boss announces we're getting new insurance coverage. It's a decent plan, but it won't be activated without first getting a physical exam. Now I'm 42, married with 3 kids, and can't afford to be without coverage. So now I gotta haul my ass over to some "doc in the box" so he can check out my ass - not exactly music to my ears.

I made an appointment for the following week on my way home from the site. It's late and I'm feeling grimy from working all day, but I frankly don't care - this ain't no beauty contest. The waiting room is empty when I get there, then a nurse pops her head out of one of the rooms to greet me. She says to follow her and happily announces that I'm the last patient of the day and she can't wait to get home -- I assured her that neither could I. She gives me a cup for a urine sample and leads me to the bathroom and tells me to meet her next door in exam room 3 - she offers that it's the warmest of the 4 rooms that they considerately use for physicals. I return with my sample and the nurse tells me to take off my shirt and shoes. First she measures and weighs me, then has me sit on the exam table to take temperature and blood pressure, which was a little high; we chalk it up to anxiety over a visit to the doctor. She takes her papers and says the doctor will be in shortly, directing me to undress to my underwear and have a seat on the table.

I remove my jeans and socks and slightly wish I had been more thoughtful about underwear choices this morning. I'm wearing these new cotton boxers my wife bought which provide no support; while throughout the day I actually enjoyed the sensation of my cock and balls swinging freely, but not infront of this stranger. I hop up on the table and wait; I hear the doctor and nurse talking outside the room where she gives him my chart and says there's nothing unusual and says she'll be leaving as long as nothing else is needed; he wished her a good night.

Doctor Jeffers enters the room and shakes my hand in introduction. He is about my own age and height, clean-shaved, wavy brown hair - he looked like he could be from an ad in a magazine. Very different from the gray-haired Marcus Welby type I was expecting. He speaks regularly and reminds me of a college buddy which sort of puts me at ease. He reminds us out loud that this is a routine physical required for insurance coverage so, although it's thorough, he'll try to have me on my way real soon.

He begins by asking questions about medical history while checking eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Then he listens to my breathing from the front and back. While the room is warm, the stethoscope is still cold against my flesh. I notice goose bumps and my nipples hardening; it felt weird. He asked me next to lay on the table while he felt my glands, chest and stomach and asked if anything hurt. His probing shook my body which strangely caused a tingling sensation down below as my cock and balls rubbed together in my boxers.

The doctor then jokingly says it's time for everyone's favorite part of the exam; I know what's coming. He asks me to stand and remove my underwear. He rolls over a stool and sits eye level with Petey and the twins. I'm not hung like a horse or nothing, but my cock is one that hangs impressively thick and long at about 6 inches soft; it grows only about another 2 inches when it's hard to 8 rigid inches. Since high school I remember liking to strut my stuff around the lockeroom and the comments from the guys about making the ladies happy with that thing. But this was different. This guy was real close and personal. I stood with feet spread as he asked and closed my eyes. He probed and prodded my balls, checking for any irregularities. Despite myself, I liked the contact and could feel my cock begin to thicken. Finished with my nuts, he held the shaft taut at the base and ran his hand along its length as he made his inspection. My cock was swelling to its fullest and I apologized for getting hard in his hand. He said it happened a lot and not to worry - at least I wasn't there because I needed Viagra!

He released my throbbing member and asked me to turn around and rest my upper torso on the table. I heard the sound of snapping rubber and knew what was next. He spread my ass cheeks and announced that my hole looked puffy and swollen; had I been constipated or something? I hadn't had any trouble so I was baffled, then I realized what might be the trouble. He continued asking questions until I finally asked if I could talk to him honestly. I had discovered during my jerk off sessions in the past few months that I liked stimulating my ass to help get me off. Usually it was just my finger, but I experimented with my wife's brush handle and a tube of hand cream. I guess that explained the irritation satisfactorily. He said that obviously massaging the prostate would be sexually stimulating and asked if my wife and I had incorporated this into our sex life. I laughed out loud and disclosed that she didn't even like sucking my cock because it was unsanitary, that she certainly wouldn't be up for licking my ass and sticking her finger in there. He laughed in agreement.

His sheathed fingers coated with gel, he gently massaged my butt hole with circling motions before entering. It was very erotic and felt my cock begin to harden again. He inserted his finger, feeling for abnormalities, grazing my prostate and causing my body to radiate with heat. He said that though things felt normal he'd like a closer look since I was abusing my hole. He asked me to lie back on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. I was humiliated; I felt like that was for women. He assured me it was a proper procedure to afford him the view he needed to assess any damage.

I looked down between my hairy legs up in the air to see his face within licking distance of my privates. My cock certainly soften during this intrusive procedure, but I noticed the clear wet spots on my legs and stomach from the precum I was obviously dripping earlier. His look was intense and said that the skin seemed raw; he asked how I played with myself. I asked in disbelief, "you want me to show you?" I reached down between my legs and began to insert my pointer finger. I said, there…like this. He apparently saw that this angle put an undo source of friction on my hole, and suggested I enter it from underneath. He then took my hand and placed it under my butt, taking my finger and leading it to my asshole. I couldn't believe this was happening! My cock sprang to life as my own finger entered my ass, being held by the doctor's. He then inserted his own finger to show me where to massage on the inside. Two fingers in my hole was a first and sent a wave a sexual frenzy over my entire body. My cock was throbbing and leaking precum. My hips started bucking to have these fingers enter my hot, wet hole more deeply. He asked how I felt and I said I was really getting lightheaded. He said my prostate was a bit swollen, probably needing a release. If I wanted, I could finish myself off. So, with both his and my own fingers penetrating my hairy ass and massaging my prostate, I grabbed my swollen cock and milked it for all it was worth - right there, in front of this strange guy. It was so stimulating and so unreal. I came in buckets.

After I shot my load, he handed me some tissues and assured me that my responses were normal. I should continue to explore what gets me off and to be more careful about what I stick inside my butt. I said I could wait another year for a physical or if I wanted he'd understand if I came back in 6 months. I'm not sure what I'm going to do.