[This is the first story that I’ve written in quite awhile and also the first that I’ve ever done in the first person and I’m really not too sure about it, but I figured I’d post a chapter and see if anyone liked it enough for me to continue with it. With that said, it is from the perspective of a male patient who is recounting the time he got the CFNM exam of his life. I realize that the gender/name mix-up featured in the story has been used in more than one story before (though not in one of mine) but that aspect of it at least is based on a ‘for real’ exam incident involving me…though sadly the actual exam that followed wasn’t nearly as ‘bad’ as this one is darn the luck LOL. So anyway, here we go.]
‘I once swore to myself that I would never, under any circumstances, tell any of this to another living soul; but a bet’s a bet and the payoff for my losing a recent highly ill-advised one is to recount the most embarrassing incident of my life.
Of course, the other reason I’ve never told anybody is because I didn’t think anyone would believe something so outrageous; but it’s every word true nevertheless, as best as I can remember it at least.
Like most things I suppose, it started out rather unremarkably: I simply got my Acceptance Letter/Information Packet for the program I’d seemingly been working towards my entire educational life significantly later than expected.
That coupled with the fact that I frequently left things to the last minute in those days meant that I found myself in a terrible bind.
Because you see, my procrastination led to my calling to make an appointment [for the mandatory Physical that I had to have, pass, and turn in the results of by the following week] in a major panic. I lived in a rather rural community with only one facility being a real option for what I needed in the time frame required.
I told them what I wanted, and the lady on the phone said that the only slot they had that could possibly accommodate me in time was the next afternoon with a Physician’s Assistant named Chris S ‘something or other’ I don’t recall what the last name was actually, and as it turned out the first name was far more important to my blush-worthy misadventure.
The day of my Physical was to be a Day of Firsts, it was the first day of a new life/career path to be sure, but also a Day with a fair amount of discomfort and a LOT of embarrassment with most of those ‘firsts’ feeding directly into the discomfort and embarrassment.
So I showed up early, as I was instructed (so that I’d have time to fill out forms/answer a ‘few’ questions and such): you can probably imagine my surprise when I signed in and in the course of conversation found out that the ‘Chris’ who would be examining me was Christina S and not Christopher S as I had mistakenly assumed…OOPS.
I can’t recall for the life of me what I said but I’m sure I made it very obvious that I was highly dissatisfied with the situation/miscommunication.
This was also a first, as in the first time I ever had a Receptionist scowl at me, even if only briefly.
As I said, I don’t remember my exact words to her but I obviously said something that was perceived as terribly offensive or horribly sexist or perhaps both because I soon received the ‘Exam of my Life’ no doubt because I’d managed, albeit in a roundabout way, to anger my Examiner before I’d ever even met her which was also a first I must say.
However, at that point, I was still blissfully ignorant of what was ahead of me. Between the exam form I gave them, and the forms they had me fill out for their use it seemed like I answered every conceivable question.
They wanted to know if I drank (very rarely), if I smoked (never), did I use smokeless tobacco (nope) had I had a checkup within the last X number of years and on and on, finally asking me if I’d been sexually active within X number of months and did I take any drugs, prescribed or otherwise.
After I finished the forms I was ushered back to the exam room and had my Vital Signs taken, (considering everything about to occur in that very Exam Room I’d have to say that I was quite fortunate that the Nurse hadn’t been instructed to take my temperature rectally) and was then informed that ‘Chris’ would be with me in a few minutes.
And indeed, within no more than 10 or 15 minutes there was a brief knock on the door and Christina opened it, and introduced herself only to start asking me even more questions.
Among other things, it must’ve become increasingly obvious to her (if it wasn’t already from the forms I’d just finished) that I hadn’t been to a Doctor or a Physician’s Assistant/Nurse Practitioner for that matter, in a long time.
In retrospect, I’m pretty sure from some of her questions and my answers to them that it was also obvious that I hadn’t really paid much if any attention to what was actually on my exam form.
When I read the completed form, (after I’d driven back home) I realized that the form left a LOT of leeway for the Examiner to defer things if they wished, but as you’ll soon see Christina deferred absolutely nothing and indeed, did even more than was suggested.
Before that day, I’d never seen a female medical professional (or perhaps I should say I’d never been seen BY a female medical professional because she most definitely saw absolutely everything).
If I had to have my exam done by a woman, I would at least have chosen one who was [as my paternal grandmother used to say] ‘Ugly As Homemade Sin’ and/or so old that anyone who saw her would be wondering why she wasn’t long since retired and spending time with her great-grandchildren, if not both.
No such luck, as Christina was an attractive woman somewhat shorter than me though a little on the thin side in my opinion; she appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s at the very oldest and she had a pretty face with a bit larger than average nose and rather full lips, as well as a nice body from what little I could see of it under her scrubs. She also had slightly wavy blonde hair that just reached her shoulders if memory serves.
After several minutes she finished with her questions and then said something that both shocked me and set the tone for the rest of my ultra-embarrassing exam. This isn’t verbatim but close enough I think: “Karen told me what you said out there, and at first I was inclined to just send you on your merry way and your educational hopes be damned.
But after thinking about it, I’m going to give you a choice: you can leave now without your precious form signed OR we can proceed with the exam. Before you decide, be aware that I can and will end the exam if at any point you are either disrespectful or anything less than 1000% cooperative.”
Before I could even begin to reply to that, she went on to say “my practice is well-established and my reputation utterly spotless, so even if you did tell somebody about any of this, there’s no way that you would be believed so don’t even bother trying.”
She then concluded by saying “I’m going to leave the room and then return in exactly 5 minutes: in the cabinet by the door there’s an exam gown that I picked out especially for you while you were waiting to be called back.
If you agree to proceed with the exam under the conditions I laid out then when I come back in I expect to find you sitting on the exam table wearing that gown and not a stitch more.”
It would be an understatement of epic proportions to say that I went into panic mode the instant she closed the door: there was absolutely no way I was going to leave there without a completed form, but at that point in my life I was ridiculously modest and hated even the idea of having what now looked to be a very thorough exam administered by such an attractive woman.
As my mind raced, I realized that I only had three minutes to spare and so I started undressing and all too quickly got to a point where I hurriedly, but reluctantly lowered and then [even more reluctantly] stepped out of my underpants and added them to the rest of my clothes.
I then put on the exam gown...what there was of it at least. It was so thin that it was practically see-through not to mention the fact that it had only one flimsy tie at the neck and no ties of any kind on the back.
Arguably even worse, however, it was just barely long enough to cover either my package or my backside but definitely not long enough to cover both at the same time.
I had just about managed to get my bare bottom situated on the exam table with the front of my gown pulled forward and down far enough to comfortably cover my genitals when Christina reentered the room without even knocking this time.
She then remarked, with only the faintest hint of a smile “so I see you decided to submit yourself for examination” and with that, she started doing enough standard “exam things” that I naïvely started to relax a bit.
She actually began by peering into my eyes and then looking in my ears, nose, and in my mouth as well as nearly gagging me looking down my throat. Then, she carefully listened to my heart and lungs and checked my reflexes.
I don’t recall for sure the sequence, but at some point, she also did a relatively brief neurological check during which she touched my face and neck lightly at various points while I had my eyes closed and then told her where she’d just touched me.
Her next instructions were for me to stand up, as she wanted to listen to my heart and check my pulse after I was, as she put it, “revved up.”
Considering the fact that my exam gown was almost entirely inadequate to the task of preserving my modesty, I really didn’t want to have any part of what she was suggesting, but I also didn’t want her to abruptly end the exam and boot me out of the clinic so I felt that I had no choice but to obey her.
She then told me to jog in place until she told me to stop which I reluctantly started doing even though I immediately realized that my pitiful excuse for an exam gown would only partially (at best) cover my jiggling genitalia.
And so I was jogging while also feebly trying to preserve at least some modesty by repeatedly tugging at the bottom of my inadequate garment even though I knew it was a largely wasted effort. After that she did indeed take my pulse, as well as listen to my heart: and then had me do a series of deep knee bends, as well as some stretches/lunges to demonstrate my balance and flexibility or so I assumed.
She concluded the exercise portion by first having me do a number of jumping jacks, which of course guaranteed that my bouncing and flopping genitals were almost entirely on display, and then she got her first (though sadly not her last) look at my exposed ass by standing behind me while I did several toe touches.
She finally told me that I could stop, but before I could straighten up she reached down and ran her finger gently and slowly along my spinal column a few times which was the first time during the exam that I actually shuddered a bit.
When she stopped that however, I stood up to reveal quite a red face, partially from the exercise yes, but also from embarrassment though at that point I did not yet know what embarrassment actually was. So I had managed another first, exercising essentially naked in front of a woman I really didn’t even know.
She then handed me a glass with who knows what in it and told me to drink it, cryptically adding “this is something new, but it’ll make part of your exam easier” before allowing me to sit down and rest for a little while.
Far too soon, however, she struck another blow against my modesty by saying "that exam gown is turning out to be more trouble than it’s worth, put it in the trash and then come back over here and stand in front of me with your hands at your sides."
At first, I vainly hoped that she was joking or that maybe I had misunderstood her but the look of impatience that began to cross her face let me know that she was quite serious and thus I slowly did as she said and then walked over to stand in front of her as naked as the day I was born: I was still red-faced, but this time it was entirely from embarrassment and unfortunately for me it was going to get vastly worse before it got any better.
She then put on her exam gloves and rolled over to me on that wheeled stool that seems to exist in every exam room in the known world and announced that she was going to start by examining my Testicles. So there I was, completely naked in an exam room for the first time since I stopped going to a male pediatrician…one more first, lucky freaking me.
But before she began the testicular exam, she carefully stretched my Scrotum out just a bit and moved it around looking at it closely; first side-to-side and then she lifted it to look at it further. She then started with my left Testicle, gently but thoroughly (you might even say leisurely) rolling it between her index finger and her thumb to make sure she had felt the full surface and then she released it and did the same thing to the right one. If there had been any lumps, bumps, or other irregularities she’d have darn sure found them!
After that she cupped my Scrotum in the palm of her gloved hand (you guessed it, the blushing was getting worse) almost as if she were estimating its weight for what seemed like several minutes, but probably wasn’t much longer than what it took for me to think “great, now she literally has me by the balls.”
I was really cooking with gas by that point as I was starting my very first genital exam by a female PA with much, much more to come. I had sincerely hoped that that might be the LAST part of the exam, but I had loads more to endure before Christina made any mention of letting me change my butt naked status.
The next step was for her to start feeling around the back of my Scrotum on the right side and going farther and farther up and back: she then switched and did the same thing on the left side.
I didn’t know why at the time, although I suppose I should have since I’d already had Human Anatomy (she was obviously feeling my Spermatic Cords).
In my defense, my brain didn’t quite have access to its normal blood supply, as it was at about that point that I started to feel the first hints of physical arousal and of course, my face was getting even redder.
And so another milestone was passed, as I now had the good fortune to start getting my very first completely naked Erection in an Exam Room with my brand-new Female PA “buddy” there to not only take in the view but also to help me through each and every embarrassing stage of the process.
(Could my day get any worse? Why YES, yes it could!)
I largely, though not entirely, managed to tamp down my burgeoning arousal by thinking about the most non-erotic things I could imagine. I’d made it to Rosanne Barr performing as a Pole Dancer while Rosie O’Donnell was standing behind me, massaging my shoulders and talking dirty to me when Christina inserted a finger into my left Inguinal Canal and had me give her a few loud coughs.
She then shifted back to the right and did the same thing there. First completely naked, partially erect hernia check…LEVEL ACHIEVED!!
I thought “surely she’s done now.” Nope, not even close.
She began the next part by lifting my Penis to look at it closely from a variety of angles and then proceeded to painstakingly grasp it between her thumb and index and middle fingers and methodically palpate the entire length of my Shaft (and yes it was indeed significantly longer, not to mention thicker when she finished than it was when she started). Christina certainly took her time, going first along the sides, and then the top and bottom, both times all the way from the Base to the Corona.
I couldn’t help thinking something along the lines of, “Why the hell is she squeezing my Cock??” Even though I kinda-sorta knew that she was going out of her way to make my exam as embarrassing as possible while still doing her due diligence as it were.
So I suppose that she could have rationalized what she was doing as checking for any of the various types of Penile Discharge that indicate the presence of certain kinds of Venereal Disease. Nevertheless, my Penis was getting ever more embarrassingly large, rigid, and throbbing in her hot little latex covered hand…another first? Yes indeed, and speaking of hot I’m surprised my face wasn’t hot enough to set off the sprinkler system at that point, [though unfortunately for me still worse things lay ahead].
She then began to wrap up her seemingly endless survey of my genitals by carefully inspecting both the remnants of my Frenulum as well as the Glans [while saying something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “Well I guess that answers that question huh, Circumcision Boy?”].
And then she gently opened my Urethral Meatus, while I thought “oh GOD why is she doing THAT?”
[Frenulum fingered by female fingers and Pee-hole fully inspected…Check: so many firsts knocked down I was Unstoppable!]
Yet she still wasn’t quite done, because she reopened my Meatus and while keeping it open used her other hand to palpate my Penis once again. First the sides, and then the top and bottom, all the way from the Base to the Corona and back again, only this time somewhat slower and with a firmer touch which was just as well I guess, because by that point my Penis was very firm indeed.
Evidently, she didn’t feel that she’d given VD Related discharge a fair shot at making its presence known on the first go around: or more likely she wanted to give me every opportunity to get as embarrassingly hard as possible.
Almost before I could blink she told me to lay down on the Exam Table on my back no less, so any hopes of getting my (now not at all) Private Parts covered any time soon were utterly dashed as I was left laying there Supine with my hands at my sides and wondering what fresh hell of embarrassment was coming next.
As it happened, I didn’t have to wait very long at all to find out.
Although my hands were at my sides, I wanted to use them to cover myself even more than I wanted a winning Lottery Ticket (and I wanted that pretty darn badly).
But I was very concerned about how she’d react if I tried to hide or even slightly obscure my genitalia in any way: of course at that point she was steadfastly pretending to take no notice of my getting an Erection (which is exactly what Medical Professionals are taught to do when and if it occurs during an Exam or Procedure).
[Of course, they’re also taught to pause examining the patient down there to let them “calm down” whenever practical so as to minimize the patient's embarrassment. However, minimizing my embarrassment was clearly not high on Christina's list of priorities]
Since I didn’t want to irritate her any further though I put my preferences aside and just continued lying there completely naked with my legs slightly spread, my feet pointing pretty much towards the door, and my Penis pointing pretty much towards the Ceiling; feeling more exposed and embarrassed than I’d ever imagined was humanly possible.
[My face was just about nuclear by then, and yet it was destined to get even redder all too soon]
As I lie there, she felt my abdomen and asked me if it hurt anywhere as she firmly pushed down all over it. I told her that it did not, even though I was starting to feel some discomfort there. Though it turned out to be (as I was already starting to suspect), from what she’d given me to drink earlier.
Afterwards she used her Stethoscope to listen for Bowel Sounds, in all four Quadrants I might add. There was little doubt in my mind she was drawing it out as long as possible; it also seemed that even the exam paper was taunting me “your nude body is covering ME up, but you don’t get to cover up with anything at all.
She concluded that portion of the exam by checking all of my peripheral pulses, including the Femorals. Needless to say, having her hands pressing so closely on both sides of my genitals didn’t help my efforts to fight my Erection Situation, though really that ship had all but sailed.
Perhaps the most confounding part was that so much blood was rushing to my blushing face, that it didn’t seem like there should have been enough left over to both keep me conscious and inflate my Penis but I’d estimate that by then it was easily around 85 to 90% erect despite all my efforts to will it flaccid.
As far as I can see, my only “missed opportunity" at that point was Christina not insisting that I put my legs into the Stirrups for her, so she could spread them high and wide, but that was one First that I was happy to escape.
[Then again, I guess she had to save something if I ever returned for a follow-up appointment.]
Just then, my slightly rumbling stomach started rumbling a bit more and then made a decidedly audible emission: before I could even speak she displayed a rare modicum of pity by saying that I should step into the Exam Room’s attached restroom and not come out until the rumbling had subsided.
It seemed that I was in there long enough to expel half the things that I had eaten in the previous calendar year, before I finally managed to drag myself back out to stand once again nervous, blushing, and naked (not to mention Erect) before her.
She then told me to do something that I was, by that point, almost expecting yet completely dreading: which is to say she instructed me to get up on the Exam Table on my hands and knees placing my chest down and my bottom-up.
Patient Surveys show that of the “Big Three” most commonly used positions for Digital Rectal Exams: Bent Over, Sims, or Knee/Chest that the latter is consistently rated the least comfortable and most embarrassing option by a fairly wide margin. Let me just say for the record that after my experience that day I can certainly understand WHY.
She was quite picky about getting me placed just so, and once my knees were exactly as she wanted them I was still feeling very exposed as they were so far apart that almost "everything I had" was still clearly visible, from behind at least.
As a side note, I would never have been able to have gotten my knees spread widely enough to suit her if I’d still been wearing underpants, so I guess her having me take them off instead of merely down was at least partially her planning ahead.
Finally, she finished "helping me" get into the exact position she wanted by gently but firmly pushing my chest even farther down: such was my heightened physical and emotional sensitivity to the situation that I actually noticed it when my Scrotum bounced and swayed slightly due to my movements.
Even though I was far too young to be likely to have Prostate issues it was very clear that she was going to give me a Rectal Exam all the same. I wasn’t positioned correctly for long before I heard her say that first, she was going to spread my Buttocks and take a look before she examined me internally.
Very soon after that, I did indeed feel her grasp and then spread them as widely as they would go without it being painful; not sure what was so interesting to her, but it seemed to me like she visually inspected that area for an awfully long time. Truly, it was the very First time a woman or indeed anyone ever seemed to find my wide-open Crack to be utterly and completely fascinating.
Unfortunately for me, not to mention the bulk of what was left of my modesty, a knock came from the other side of the Exam Room door.
I'd been somewhat worried about the door opening for awhile by that point as there had been a fair amount of noise and activity in the Hall for much of my exam and my bare backside and equally bare Sac were both aimed more or less right at it.
I had almost managed to convince myself that I was being paranoid when Christina spoke and said: “it’s about time you got here, I was starting to worry you were going to miss the whole thing.”
And so it was at that point, that I heard the extraordinarily unwelcome sound of the Exam Room door opening and closing followed almost immediately by the even more unwelcome voice of Karen the Receptionist commenting on what she saw before her.
“Well, well if I’d known that the View would be this interesting I’d definitely have been in here earlier!" This was followed by low throaty chuckling, and then the further comment that "evidently you're enjoying yourself every bit as much as I am."
I could only assume by that remark that she had moved into a position from which she could tell that I was sporting a major hard-on; which of course, only made the situation even more embarrassing than before.
There was little doubt in my mind, that Karen would have said something else but Christina cut her off by saying: "I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity not only to teach you to watch your mouth in the future, particularly when dealing with Female Medical Professionals but also to allow you to apologize to Karen for what you said earlier.”
I realized of course that I had essentially brought all this on myself, but before I could even begin to formulate a coherent apology, I heard Christina ask Karen to hand her some surgilube.
So as I was trying to think about how to deliver the aforementioned apology I felt Christina slather some lubricant on my Anus and I then heard her tell me to relax (yeah right) and try to push back against her finger as that would make it easier for both of us.
It wasn’t long before the tip of her index finger was inside me, and she then proceeded to completely deflower my bottom as I felt her rotate her finger for the first of what seemed like 100 times.
Furthermore, it seemed to me that she only went about a millimeter deeper with each rotation.
I tried my absolute best, but it seemed I couldn’t help softly grunting with almost every twist and move forward. It occurred to me that “yeah THAT sounds dignified” but it just didn’t matter, she’d move that finger, and I’d involuntarily respond by grunting and in other embarrassing ways as well.
For every seemingly minuscule bit of progress, she made as her finger proceeded farther and farther into my previously unexplored rear end it seemed like a different thought ran through my head, the one on my shoulders that is to say.
(The "head" rudely jutting out oh so rigidly from between my legs had its own concerns at that point and not making this exquisitely embarrassing situation even worse, unfortunately, wasn’t one of them).
Thoughts began to race through my mind, some came around only once while others were on a loop, these thoughts included but were not limited to: “how am I going to word my apology, what was the point in my saying anything at all to the Receptionist, this is your own fault for just assuming Chris was a guy, [and last, but certainly not least] oh no I’m getting even Harder!”
Interspersed with all these thoughts, not to mention soft grunts, were Christina’s directions to “try to hold still” and “just relax you’re making this a lot rougher on yourself than it has to be.” I also kept thinking (for whatever reason) that I needed to stop moving because every time I did it just made my Ball-Sac bounce a bit or sway yet again.
However, every time she’d twist and push with that probing finger, I’d flinch a bit, jerk slightly, or otherwise move causing my Scrotum (not to mention my now rock-hard Penis) to bounce and sway yet again.
I could practically feel the smirks on the faces of both of the ladies standing behind me, and really, why would they not be amused while watching me blush and squirm as my Cock and Balls bounced and swayed while Christina’s finger proceeded ever deeper into my lubed-up butt.
(Really though, it was almost like a dance, or perhaps a concert with her as the Conductor: “one and two and Finger TWIST, and three and four and Finger Push and five and six and make him SQUIRM, and his Genitals SWAY. Nice and Bouncy inside that Sac for me Boys, Penis you just stay really HARD okay? That’s it, good job all of you.”)
Eventually, though, she finally made solid contact with my Prostate Gland and even though I didn’t want to, I let her know that she’d hit it as I let out a significantly louder, if lower pitched grunt and involuntarily clenched every last muscle in my butt as tightly as I could.
If my Penis was as hard as a rock before, it was as hard as steel now. Of course, I also lowered my bottom a good bit and raised my head as well which most definitely caused my Scrotum to swing forward and back very noticeably, but that was suddenly not a major concern anymore, imagine that.
After telling me that I needed to “get back in position” and “relax and let her finish this part of the exam” she was slow and methodical with that as well, making sure to get a good feel of as much of my Prostates surface as was anatomically possible.
Meanwhile, my Penis was as long, thick, and stiff as it was capable of getting, almost as if it were trying to flee her invading digit. Not to mention the fact, that my face was so hot it seemed as if the Exam Table should be on fire, or just flat-out melting.
I have long wondered, how a relatively petite woman with proportional hands, suddenly had a finger that felt like an oversized crowbar but I’m sure that if my Prostate Gland could have spoken that it would’ve cursed my Penis for running from the battlefield leaving it to fight alone against the Monstrous “Finger Of Doom” on its Rampage Tour.
But as fate would have it, I was destined to be the reluctant recipient of an unwanted and completely unnecessary Rectal Exam being witnessed by a now openly laughing Receptionist.
Once she got her amusement somewhat under control, she apologized for being so “unprofessional” but then immediately pointed out that I still owed her an apology as well.
Just about the time, I started to apologize I actually whimpered a bit and felt something that I really didn’t welcome – something liquid – yes, liquid and leaking out of my Urethral Meatus and dripping, or perhaps I should say oozing onto the paper covered Exam Table; just one more thing to add to the “Embarrassment Extravaganza.”
Between grunts and whimpers, I did manage to stammer out a reasonable facsimile of an apology though while I was doing so, my brain was mostly occupied with another matter. Because during the time Christina was prodding and rubbing my Prostate (certainly no more than three or four Decades by my estimation with more leakage occurring throughout) I was no longer thinking many thoughts but simply one.
Although really, it wasn’t so much a thought as a Prayer that was something along the lines of: “Please God do Not let me Ejaculate all over this Exam Table while I’m completely naked and a fully clothed woman who I literally just met has her finger buried DEEP in my Asshole, and another fully clothed woman is both watching and giggling uncontrollably!”
At that moment, however, it didn’t even register that that wasn’t the best word choice for a prayer although it was, at the very least, an honest and sincere one.
In any event, in the interests of full disclosure, there was probably some low moaning mixed in with the grunting and whimpering as I began to feel like I was only about 10 or 15 seconds away from giving the facilities lab (or at least Christina’s Exam Table) a large, messy, and completely unscheduled Semen sample.
So there I was, blushing and face down with my ass up. Still butt-naked, horribly embarrassed, deeply penetrated, and praying not to ejaculate involuntarily: yup, it was another “First Time Highlight Reel Moment.”
A couple more “stabs” had me just imagining how it was going to feel when I started shooting off on the Exam Table, not to mention just how much worse the rest of my visit would be if I did. This realization sparked the second prayer.
“Please, make her take her finger out of my butt and let me get off of this table before I coat it with sperm!”
Apparently, my second attempt got through to a higher power as my prayer was answered when, with a final poke, and a few more twists she finally backed her finger out of me.
If I’d been thinking more clearly I might have asked her to see if she could find my sense of modesty anywhere. I imagine it was probably lying naked and crying in a ditch somewhere, wondering why its mommy hadn’t warned it about the Pretty Blond with the Giant index finger.
In retrospect (and in fairness to her clinical skills), I’m nearly certain that much, if not most of my discomfort during my Rectal Exam because I didn’t truly relax as I was instructed to; obviously she knew what she was talking about.
Also in retrospect, just as the majority of men won’t actually ejaculate per se from Prostate stimulation alone, I probably wouldn’t have either, but it certainly felt like I was about to.
And who knows, maybe I would have been one of the “lucky” ones that could have made a truly explosive mess, I’m just glad I didn’t have to find out for sure either way.
I was just beginning to calm down a little and start thinking about getting up when I heard Christina tell Karen to ask one of the Nurses to come in and help her with the rest of the exam. “Dear God,” I thought, “there’s more?”
As it turned out yes, their most certainly was more, and it started with Christina saying “no you need to stay in that position a little longer, I thought I felt something not quite right in there, and while it’s probably nothing I can’t sign off on your form in good conscience without making sure that everything looks okay.
By this time, I think I might well have signed over the title to my car if it would have allowed me to go back in time to make a different exam appointment with a (much) less thorough Provider, preferably an old country doctor type who was about three days older than God. Such an event was not to be, however.
Furthermore, I still had the kind of absolutely full (and seemingly indestructible) Erection that Nature normally reserves for 18-year-olds experiencing their very first legal lap dance. Karen finally smiled, and before leaving said that she'd see me outside.
A little more time passed, with me overhearing snippets of conversation between Christina and the Nurse that had just walked in (who also got an extremely good look at my naked and blushing form) and what I heard was basically Christina telling her that no, an Anoscope wouldn’t allow for a deep enough inspection, that they would have to use a Proctoscope instead.
The Nurse whispered something to Christina who then said; with just a hint of what I later realized was sympathy in her voice, “I’m going to inspect you internally with something known as a Proctoscope. The only one we have available right now is an older model that’s slightly longer and considerably bigger around than the new standard models, but it’s the only thing we have sterile that will allow me to see deeply enough into your bottom to make sure that there aren’t any hidden problems down there.”
I foolishly thought that it couldn’t be all that much worse than her finger...how little I knew.
I soon learned, however just how wrong I was to compare her finger to a Crowbar when, after telling me again to relax I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks that didn’t belong to Christina (the Nurse was assisting by keeping me spread as widely as possible).
I didn’t understand what discomfort was until that point: I suppose the best way to describe the overall procedure is to say that it felt rather like what I’d always imagined giving birth feels like, only in reverse.
That monstrosity slowly but surely began to invade my butt (which I now VERY much appreciated being “lubed up”) sliding past the first outer ring of muscle and stretching my Anus to the edge of discomfort and near the borderline of actual pain. And yes, I grunted and groaned and squirmed like crazy with my Genitalia bouncing and swaying to an unprecedented degree though at that moment I didn’t much care, although crazily enough my Penis didn’t deflate in the slightest!
The only explanation(s) for my continued tumescence that I can come up with is that either I actually was somehow enjoying the situation on some level or (and to be honest this second possibility is the one that I’d prefer to be true) she gave me something mixed in with that laxative that would help ensure that if and when I got an Erection that I’d STAY hard for the duration of my exam.
Either way, she continued cramming that behemoth farther and farther up my asshole, as I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists just trying to endure my final penetration of the day.
After a millennium or so, Christina said “that’s far enough” and stopped pushing it any deeper; then she said that she needed to remove the middle section, (which I later learned was called an obturator) so that she could see in there. Ordinarily, the explanation of what she was doing might have actually calmed me a little, but since I felt like I had just been impaled not so much.
I’m not sure just how deep inside me the Proctoscope really was, but given the level of my discomfort, I fully expected it to come out my navel and speaking of “pregnancy” comparisons I was, by that point, panting just trying to endure the situation until she was satisfied that my Rectal Cherry had been sufficiently busted.
I assume that the Proctoscope had a light source attached because she looked inside me for what seemed like a short infinity before she finally, and mercifully said “everything looks fine after all” and then slowly removed that abomination from my backside.
“FINALLY”, I thought, and stood up only to look down towards my Penis fully expecting to find a very leaky situation, (if not a small Lake on the table given the sensations that I’d had earlier) but I’d finally gotten a bit of a break, for while my Glans (and my Shaft to a lesser extent) was very shiny indeed I hadn’t actually leaked a bucketful after all so that part could’ve certainly been much worse.
I was also aware, though only peripherally, that I was leaking a fair bit of lubricant out of my crack. It wasn’t all that much, but I still tried to clench my buttocks together to prevent any more escaping. I’m fairly certain I succeeded, even though my thoroughly stretched “escape hatch” felt like it was the size of a Subway Tunnel.
It didn’t dawn on me at the time that clinching my bottom like that only made my Erection even more prominent but oh well.
Nonetheless, to make an already horribly embarrassing situation even worse, I realized that there was no realistic way that I was going to get out of that Exam Room without her seeing precisely how much my Penis was “appreciating” the situation.
Even so, I was quite determined to try to preserve what little dignity remained to me: a fool’s errand if there ever was one as it turned out…
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.”’