I've had F doctors and one F surgeon (inguenal hernia repair) for the last 15 years or so, by preference; once the GP doctor had a student in and she asked me if it would be OK for the student to try the DRE after her, and feel the prostate for herself. It was lovely, but I don't get relaxed or aroused enough to grow an erection, as much as I would like to, while she's examining me.
Fantasy examination: it's a routine physical but the F doctor asks if it's OK for a couple of F medical students to observe and possibly assist. Two young women come in and they start. Early in the exam we dispense with the silly open-back gown with the ties that I can't tie right; the room is warm and I'm comfortable being nude in front of them. She stands me on the scale to take weight / height and I begin to get aroused, can't stop it. As I'm standing facing them, there's no way to hide it, and the fact that they're all watching my erection in process, clearly seeing my penis swelling and hanging down longer, heavier, and then start to rise in discrete steps with my heartbeat, just amplifies the arousal. The girls glance at each other and smile a little, blushing, but nothing is said.
The Dr. then asks me to move to the exam table and lie down, and she continues with the rest of the exam. While lying there, they all have the chance to see the progress of my erection continuing until it's fully rigid, pointing diagonally upwards over my stomach and visible bobbing up and down to my (accelerated) heartbeat.
As we near the end of the examination it's clear this erection isn't going away, so the Dr. asks if I'm willing to participate in a survey sponsored by Trojans condom company. I say OK, I'm game. The co. is dissatisfied with the quality of self-reported penile size surveys, so they've enlisted several thousand GPs around the country to do a rigorous and objective survey of adult penis sizes, in the fully erect state of course.
She has been supplied with a little kit including diagrams for how to make precise measurements of length and circumferal measurements at 3 positions along the shaft length, plus a ruler and a fabric tape measure. She's familiar with the procedure but takes time to show the students how to do it, and they both try their hand at it. There's a lot of giggling, fumbling around, and handling of my erection, bringing me perilously close to ejaculating.
Then the Dr. wants to do the "turn your head and cough" hernia check - she tries this with my penis still in its raging fully erect state, finds that the swollen girth of internal portion of the penile shaft is interfering with the points she's trying to feel, where testicular cords enter the abdomen. She says "We need to bring this erection down." I ruefully tell her that no amount of "Death and Taxes" thoughts on my part seem to have helped in that regard; she looks perplexed for a few seconds, then brightens and picks up my chart, checks off another test entry: "I'm ordering a semen sample", she explains. "After that we can complete the hernia check."
She positions me on the table on hands & knees, lubes up one hand, stands beside me and begins stroking me forcefully, like she's milking a cow. The two students stand on the other side, watching the whole procedure closely - visibly a little flushed, embarrassed but aroused at the same time. The Dr. pauses, says she needs to get a sterile sample cup, and asks one of the girls to take over - "firm full-length strokes, not too fast". The girl puts on a little lube and starts up the stroking, while the Dr. returns with a sample cup and holds it just below the glans of my penis. She shows the girl (now TWO hands on my penis) how to maintain a steady aim while stroking, so they won't miss the cup. Finally I explode, jets of semen splashing violently into the cup repeatedly while they try to hold me steady through the ejaculation ... after a 3-minute cool-down I'm sufficiently de-tumesced so they can do the hernia check.
I think I will write this into a story ...
- Finder