This is my first attempt at writing a story: (This is a True Story)

I was on travel with business in the mid 90's. I happened to be in San Jose, California. I was 30 years old at the time. I had recently been having problems urinating and had seen blood in my urine. A friend in San Jose told me to call an urologist or go to the hospital. I was always in good health and had never been to an emergency room. I did not see going to the ER as being necessary. In my hotel room, I picked up the Yellow Pages and found a large urology group listed. I called round 10:00 a.m. and told the receptionist my problem and they said that Dr. Summers could see me around 1:00 p.m. the same day. I got directions to their office and waited for my appointment.

Upon driving up at the office, I noticed it was a professional building with multiple floors. I proceeded into the building and found the urological group suite on the forth floor. I was a bit nervous, but proceeded to the check-in desk. The receptionist gave me several forms to fill out and took my insurance card. After filling out the papers, I gave them back to the receptionist and set down in the waiting room with several other people. I thought I would have a long wait by the number of people waiting to be seen. I guess I was wrong, considering the group had nine doctors in it.

In about ten minutes a nurse in her mid 50's called my name and took me down a long hall. About halfway down the hall she reached an area that appeared to look like a nurses station. She looked over my folder and said, "Hello Mark, my name is Phyllis, I am Dr. Summer's nurse. I see you are having problems, have you been to a urologist before."

I said, no and she said, "don't be afraid, we will find out why you are having the problem." She reached over and picked up a specimen cup and handed it to me while ushering me to a nearby restroom. She asked that I urinate in the cup and return it to her at the nurse's station. I did so, and returned it to her. She led me to a standard exam room; the room had a regular padded exam table with metal stirrups, urological charts on the walls, and a sink/counter. There was a chair in the corner, and a rolling stool. She took my blood pressure and asked me some additional questions about urination problems and pelvic pain. I answered her questions and she told me that she was going to the lab to check out my urine sample and that the doctor would be in shortly.

While I was waiting, I imagined an older male doctor coming in. My thoughts were interrupted when Phyllis returned with a pamphlet. The pamphlet contained information about hematuria (blood in the urine). She explained that my urine showed signs of blood under microscopic examination. She again left the room and said Dr. Summers would be in shortly.

About three-minutes elapsed and there was a knock at the door. A stunningly beautiful woman with brunette hair and a lab coat opened the door. She came over and introduced herself as Dr. Dianne Summers. She had a delicate handshake. She was about 35 years old and had a figure to die for. I was shocked to say the least. Having not ever been to a woman doctor, much less urologist. Fear began to race through my body. She asked me several health questions and asked where I was from and if I liked California. I answered all her questions.

She told me about hematuria and the causes. She asked me to lower my pants including my short and get up on the exam table. I laid down on my back. My member became partially erect. I was embarrassed. She put on latex exam gloves and felt my abdomen, testicals, penis, etc. She then had me stand up and bend over the end of the table, I knew what was next. She used KY jelly and did a digital rectal exam. It actually felt wonderful.

She then asked me to pull up my pants and sit back down. She made several notes. She then explained that she would like to do a flexible cystoscopy to look in my urethra and bladder. I knew she could see the fear in my eyes. She placed her hand on my knee and said that it was not as bad as it sounded. She said that if I had a driver, she could give me IV Valium to relax me during the procedure. I told her that I was alone.

She said that she used a numbing agent and that I would not be in any major discomfort. She advised me that it really needed to be done, and that she had time to do it right then. I hesitated and said that I was embarrassed. She asked why? I said, you know, you saw me get an erection. She said that it was a natural human response. Most men got erections while being examined even by her male partners. She said that I shouldn't worry about it. I agreed to let her do the procedure. She again patted me on the knee and said that they would get the room set up and be in for me in a few minutes.

About ten minutes elapsed and a cute young nurse named Greta entered the exam room where I was still waiting. She was blond and about 26 years old. She had flowered surgical scrubs on and was very cute. She introduced herself and asked me to follow her down the hall to the cysto room.

Upon entering the room, I was shocked. There was Dr. Summers and nurse Phyllis. The room had a surgical counter with all kinds of instruments on trays. I saw the cystoscopes on a rack. They were black and long with about a 1/8-inch tube and a viewing scope on the end. At the end of the room was a chair and then in the middle of the room was a Ritter Evolution 75 adjustable table. The table was gray padded with white paper covering it. The table was electric and could be adjusted many different ways. What caught my attention was the two black padded knee crutches mounted on each side of the table where the stirrups would have been. Each knee crutch had two thick Velcro straps on each one hanging down.

While Phyllis and Greta were preparing things on the counter, Dr. Summers told me to remove all my clothing and place it in the chair. She gave me a paper gown and patted the table between the knee crutches and told me to have a seat. She also said she would be back in a minute, when Phyllis and Greta had me ready. I had to undress in front of the two nurses, but they paid little attention to me. I put on the flimsy paper gown and sit down between the knee crutches. Greta brought over a sheet and give it to me to cover my lower extremities. She then adjusted the angle of the table so I was at about 45 degrees. The headrest and pillow were adjusted.

Then she gently grabbed my right leg and positioned it in one of the knee crutches. My ass was close to falling of the table. I tried to scoot back but she said that was where I needed to be. She then positioned my left leg and proceeded to strap both legs down. I asked what she was doing. She said that it was standard procedure and she didn't want me to kick her or the doctor. Fear raced through my body. The straps were placed just above each knee and just below each knee. She then adjusted the knee crutches opening them as wide as my legs would allow. I felt totally exposed. But to my dismay, I was getting an erection.

About that time, Dr. Summers came back in. She washed her hands and put on a fresh pair of exam gloves. Phyllis handed her a syringe without a needle filled with a clear gel. She told me that it was a topical that would be injected into my urethra to numb the area before inserting the scope. She lifted the sheet covering my genitals and all three women saw my erection. I told them I was so embarrassed and laid my head back not able to look at them.

Dr. Summers said, "If you weren't embarrassed, then I would worry." I will always remember her statement. The she took hold of my penis and inserted the tip of the syringe. It burned so bad, I moaned and jerked. Greta said it would stop in a second, and it did. Dr. Summers requested another syringe and Phyllis handed her one, she injected the contents into the head of my penis. She then took and large metal clamp and clamped the end of my penis around the head so the gel would not come out. She laid my erect penis back onto my belly and covered me up. She said that she would let the numbing gel take effect and be back in a few minutes. All three left the room. There I am strapped to the table with a clamp on my penis. All of a sudden, waves of pleasure course through my body. I know I had an orgasm, just from the experience. I look at the clamped end of my penis under the sheet and nothing came out. Within a few minutes my penis was again semi flaccid.

In walked the three women. Dr. Summers took the cystoscope that was hooked to a light source and large IV bag. She told me that the bag contained sterile saline with an antibiotic that would be used to irrigate the urethra and bladder. She unclamped my penis and I could feel the gel/cum fall out of me. I just closed my eyes, and nothing was said. She proceeded to insert the scope into my penis. I really did not have any sensation until she reached a point and asked me to take a deep breath. I did, and she pushed the scope through my prostate. I let out a loud moan. It hurt, but at the same time felt good. It felt like and internal orgasm of a sort. Once inside my bladder she said that she was going to start filling me up and I would have an extreme urge to pee. I really did. It was an almost erotic feeling as she looked through the scope with two other women watching.

As she slowly drained my filled bladder and withdrew the scope she patted my right leg on the inside and said, good job. Upon withdrawing the scope, I felt empty and lost. She then proceeded to wipe my penis and belly. She then released the straps on my legs and asked me to sit up. The whole procedure lasted only 2 minutes. It is truly 2 minutes I will never forget.

As Greta and Phyllis cleaned the equipment, Dr. Summers informed me that my bladder appeared clear and the bleeding was coming from an inflamed urethra that appeared damaged from passing a kidney stone. She recommended I visit my family doctor to ensure I did not have additional kidney stones. She wrote me a prescription for some antibiotics and other urological medicines that made me pee orange, but gave me instant relief. She told me that I may bleed from my penis for a few hours but not to be concerned. If I had any problems to call her.

I never had any other problems during my two-week stay in San Jose. I always wonder and fantasize about Dr. Summers and her staff. It was a very clinical experience that was erotic in its own way. I had never cum without any body touching my penis. I will always wonder what they thought when Dr. Summers released that clamp!!