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Ohh Doctor

By: male_man



A few days ago I came down with a pretty bad head cold. My usual doctor was a man in his 50s but he retired last year and was replaced by another male doctor (Dr. J. Kenimer) who I don't know anything about. I actually hadn't been to the doctor in about 1-½ years and only knew about the new doctor because I received a letter from my health care provider telling me I had a new physician. Well, like I said, I had a bad head cold and decided to drop by as a walk-in after I finished my errands. There were a couple of people ahead of me and the receptionist said another patient was expected pretty soon. Since I was a walk-in, I'd have to wait for everyone else to finish. She also told me I made it just in time to be seen as the last walk-in for the day and that I'd probably have to wait 45 minutes to an hour. So I picked up a couple of magazines to pass the time. 

After I had been reading for a little while the doctor came out to call in the next patient. I was surprised to see that "he" was a she. She was average looking with shoulder length brown hair and cute little eyeglasses. She also wore a pretty skirt over which was her typical white doctor's smock. I'd guess she was about 5' 6" (I'm 5' 8") and she looked to be a few years younger than me, perhaps in her early 30s. Despite her average features, there was something sexy about her. Maybe it's just that I've always fantasized about female doctors. I guess that's a fairly common male fantasy, the nurse/doctor theme, but I'd never had an opportunity to experience it. My entire life I had always been seen by male doctors. Anyway, after she left with the patient it struck me that she may not even see me. After all, for all I knew, Dr. Kenimer was working, too, and I just hadn't seen him yet. 

Well, about 15 minutes later the previous patient came out and a couple of minutes later that same lady doctor called in the next patient. I was pretty certain now that Dr. Kenimer was, for whatever reason, not working that day. Now my mind really started to go into overdrive. I wanted to live out my fantasy and have to drop my pants for this woman. I needed a realistic story that I could add to my very real head cold. One minute later I had my story. Now I only had to hope not to lose my nerve. I felt the need to urinate, but held it in. It contributed to my newly sprung erection. 

A few minutes later the previous patient came out, exchanged some words with the receptionist, and left. The patient that the receptionist was expecting still had not arrived, so now I was the only one left. Several minutes later the doctor came out and since I was the only one there, she said she could see me now. She flashed me a friendly smile as I walked towards her. I followed her past the receptionist's desk and through the door and into one of the examining rooms. I seated myself at the edge of the examining table and she introduced herself as Dr. Merin (I found out later her first name starts with an "S"). 

She held my file and asked what she could help me with. I told her I had a head cold for several days that was keeping me up at night and mentioned that I also had a more personal problem but was too embarrassed to tell the receptionist. She kind of half laughed and said, "Well, I hope you can tell me, otherwise I can't help you." Well, her laugh and demeanor put me at ease so I continued. I told her that several weeks ago I had had sex with my then girlfriend and that she bent a little too far in the wrong direction while I was inside of her. It hurt pretty bad at the time, but had mostly subsided, though not entirely. I also added that for the last week I had a dull ache that occasionally bothered my left testicle. I didn’t know if the two problems were related but figured they were. 

Wow, I couldn't believe that I had pulled it off this far. I mean, at least in my own mind, I felt my performance so far was very believable. I guess it was because she stepped back to the door and closed it, as if to say, "We will need some privacy." However, she said that she'd first take a look into my head cold while she proceeded to put on a pair of latex gloves. I had to raise my shirt while she listened to my back and chest with her stethoscope. Then she took my blood pressure, thankfully all was well, and then she checked my ears and throat. She told me that she was going to give me a prescription for allergy medicine to take once a day and a nasal spray to use as needed. She took off the right latex glove only and started writing in her prescription pad. After she finished she pulled the little prescription papers from the pad and turned to place them on one of the counters. 

Before she fully turned back around, as if she couldn't look me in the eyes for this, she said, "Okay, let's take a look at your other problem." She pulled up a little stool and sat down implying that I should get off the table and stand before her. I stood up and said I was a little embarrassed, that I'd never seen a female doctor before, especially "in this way." She laughed and said it was her first time doing anything like this with a male patient, too, but there was a first time for everything. She glanced at my groin and must have noticed my erection. It had to be quite obvious by now and was really bursting due to the pressure of having to urinate throughout all of this. 

My erection is about 7" in length under normal conditions, but it was feeling bigger now. I should add here that I am circumcised and always thought my penis was attractive to women, especially the head. I mean it is well proportioned compared to the rest of my penis. Not like I've seen in some porno magazines growing up. So I opened the button, unzipped my pants and lowered them, making sure not to catch my underwear at the same time. I did this purposely. I wanted to make this as titillating as possible. If my erection was not noticeable before, there was no doubt that it was more than obvious now. 

She was looking straight ahead, anticipating, but I held off and said, "I'm sorry about...that I'm…I've never done this before." She glanced upwards and said not to worry, that she's seen a lot in medical school, even though this was a first for her in "real life." Besides, she added, it's only natural under the circumstances (obviously referring to my erection). I lowered my underwear in such a way as to expose myself as if she was there to suck me off. As crude as that sounds, I was almost forgetting that that was not what was about to happen. This was certainly getting to be surreal. 

I held my hands at my sides and she leaned in a little and gently grasped the shaft of my penis with her left hand, the only one with a glove. Before she really had the chance to do anything I made it jerk upwards and let out a little nervous laugh. I said I was sorry; that I just thought it would be funny and help break the ice. She laughed then, too, and said, "Now control yourself." But her tone was anything but stern. I then added quickly if she thought the "pee hole" was too big, that I always thought it looked too big. This was clearly not the reason for the exam but damn, I was so horny and my mind was working a mile a minute about how to stretch this out. She apparently took my question seriously and reached out with her ungloved right hand and gently opened up the tip and closed it a couple of times. Seeing her hold the head of my penis like that and feeling her skin touch mine will remain in my memory for many years and contribute to many stimulating masturbation sessions. 

She barely looked up and said, "It looks good to me." Quickly realizing the double entendre she added, "You know what I mean." This was followed by a smile that she tried to suppress. She then started to gently bend my erection in different directions asking if it hurt at all. I said, "It hurts a little, not as much as it used to. I mean, it hurts, but…it feels good too." I quickly added, "Sorry, I don't mean to be disrespectful, just trying to laugh a little. Make this easier to deal with." She said it was okay, I was doing fine, but not to get carried away "yet." Yet! What did that mean? Then she said she was going to feel along the length of my penis and I should tell her if it hurt at all. 

She proceeded to squeeze it little by little from the base of the shaft up to the tip of the head. She did this twice and at the end of the second time I produced a little bit of liquid. Honestly, I don't know if it was pre cum or if it was urine. She apologized (I don't know why) and said, "Let me get that." Then she reached over for a tissue and wiped it off. Then she said she was going to examine my testicles. 

She held my erection up and out of the way with her gloved left hand while she gently squeezed first one and then the other with her right hand. She mentioned something about the epidymus while she did this. Again, she asked if I felt any pain, and this time I decided not to make a joke. I said that it seems to have gone away right now and compared it to how my car never works right until I am at the mechanic's station. She laughed and said that happens to her, too. She suggested that if the pain persists I should get a testicular sonogram. Then she let go of my penis, for the first time since she held it.

She said that since I didn't feel too much pain from her various hand motions that I should soon be back to my old self (I wondered how she knew what my "old self" was?). She started out looking up at me but by the end of the sentence she was looking at my very hard penis again. It was just inches from her mouth and I wanted so badly to feel her lips and tongue around it. I would have erupted in seconds! 

I wondered what she was thinking but feel confident that she was having some "very naughty" thoughts, too. Damn, how could she not? This entire experience was just too hot. Then she got up and said I could dress now. She handed me the prescriptions she'd written earlier and added that she'd be filling in for Dr. Kenimer again in two weeks to the day and that she'd like to have me come in for a follow up. 

She looked me straight in the eyes while she said this. It was like she was confident in a way that she hadn't been earlier. I was quite happy to hear this and simply said, "Okay, see you then." Then I headed straight for the restroom. It took me less then 30 seconds to cum into some toilet paper. Then I had quite a long pee! When I got out of the restroom she must have been in the back office and I couldn't see her. I went out to the receptionist and made my follow up appointment. She handed me a card with the date filled in and I am looking at it right now. Something tells me I'm going to be masturbating to Dr. Merin a lot during the next two weeks!

Ohh Doctor Ch. 02



These last two weeks have had their ups and downs. To say that I've been consumed by that first encounter with Dr. Merin would be anything but an understatement. I pleasured myself quite frequently while thinking about it. But it was often at the expense of running late for work and whatever else I had to do. Additionally, on several occasions, I actually felt a slight pain in my left testicle. Was my mind playing tricks on me, or was it just some kind of cosmic karma? It worried me a little, but then those all-powerful hormones would kick in and I'd start to rationalize. Then I'd cum and worry all over again. It was an endless sexual cycle. 

Like I said, my fantasy sessions occurred quite often and I generally took things one-step further (okay maybe two or three steps further) than what actually happened. And the truth was hot enough on its own. I decided that this upcoming visit I was going to play it cool and see how far Dr. Merin took things. Maybe she had cooled down too, assuming she had even been hot and bothered over what happened. I'd like to think she was, but for all I knew, she hadn't given me a second thought these last two weeks. So it was with all these thoughts that I headed back to the doctor's office for my follow up visit. At least my head cold was all but gone. 

Inside the office sat the same receptionist as last time and she asked me for my insurance card. There was an elderly couple sitting in the waiting area and a young lady. This time I didn't pick up any magazines but just sat and stared at the door that leads to the examination rooms. After about 10 minutes Dr. Merin came out and called for the older man. She looked my way real quick and I nodded my head ever so slightly in her direction. And that was it. Hell, half of me felt insulted that all I got was a quick look. After all, we had gotten quite up close and personal last week. Well, at least from my perspective and crazy imagination. Then I started to think that perhaps she's just playing cool. I told myself not to read into anything one way or the other; it's impossible to read a woman's mind. 

I started to worry that she'd only question me about the pains I had fabricated last time, and that there'd be no reason to drop my pants this visit. Shit, this really had the potential to be really boring. Part of me was relieved, since I didn't know how far I could push my previous fabrications and keep coming up with new ones. But the other half, the horny half (which technically is more like 75%), was really concerned that this visit would not include a showing of my pride and joy. 

About 25 minutes later the young lady who was ahead of me was leaving the office and now I was the only one left. Another woman had come in, but it turned out she was a friend of the receptionist and was going to wait for her to get off from work. Apparently they had plans for the evening.

This time I wanted to be more comfortable during the exam so I decided to use the restroom and relieve my bladder. I was just getting out when Dr. Merin called my name with a warm smile. Gee, that was quite a different look than the nonchalant attitude I felt from her earlier. I was beginning to feel like I was in a game of chess. But I didn't know if it was with her or against myself. 

She directed me into the same room as last time, but unlike last time, she closed the door right away. I thought that was a good sign and the familiar surroundings helped to put me at ease. Again, I sat on the edge of the examining table and she asked how I was doing. I said I was doing well, but it sounded very noncommittal and incomplete. I was trying to lead her on and get her to initiate whatever was about to happen (or not happen, for that matter).

She quickly followed by asking specifically about my head cold. I told her it was all but gone. Then she followed the same routine as last week: stethoscope, blood pressure, nose and throat checks - all with one glove on her left hand. I wanted to ask her about that, but decided not to question a good thing.

Her preliminary checks were over quickly and she agreed that I looked to be over my head cold. Then she took a step back and looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Are you still experiencing pains in your…genital area?"

"Genital area!" The words reverberated throughout my head like a stray bullet ricocheting off the walls. I had lost track of my erection up to that point, but now I felt it coming on strong as a tank knocking down everything in its path. It was so powerful; I wondered if she could somehow sense what was taking place in my suddenly constrictive pants.

"Well, I feel a little embarrassed talking about it." And then I lowered my eyes slightly and was silent. The bait was set.

"You can feel comfortable telling me. I'm your doctor. I won't laugh." Well, what else could she say? And that was exactly what I wanted to hear. 

"Well, I think the pains have gone away but I feel a little sore down there." Then I gave her a look like I was ashamed of myself. The ball was now in her court (and with any luck my balls would soon be in her hands).

"Sore?"

At this point I decided to tell her a truth that was based on a lie. 

"Yeah, my…my sex drive has been extra high the last couple of weeks. I've not really given the area a chance to rest."

She looked concerned and said, "Does the skin feel irritated?"

"Yeah, it's not chafing or anything, but sensitive to touch."

She was silent for a moment then said, "Well, you don't have to feel embarrassed. Let me have a look to make sure there is no excess irritation. Besides, I wanted to check you again anyway. I know you said you are feeling better but you don't want to be careless with pains in your testicle." She finished saying this as she pulled up the little stool and took a seat.

Hell, I pretty much just told her I've been 'abusing myself' - and she must have understood she was the motivation for my excessive sex drive - and she still wanted to take a look. I felt like I just put a quarter in the slot machine and up popped three cherries.

I stood before her and started to unzip my pants and dropped them just like last time. Next came down my underwear. I was clearly very hard and couldn't believe this was happening all over again. 

First she just looked at my erection and said, " I see you are a little red. Tell me if I'm hurting you at all." Then she reached out with her left hand and closed it gently around my erection. "I remember you told me about your penis being bent incorrectly several weeks ago by your girlfriend. Does that still hurt at all?" 

First I corrected her. "Well, she's not my girlfriend anymore, not that this had anything to do with our breakup. But anyway, it doesn't really hurt unless I bend it too far out of curiosity." 

She smiled up at me and said, "You should be careful not to hurt yourself." And she squeezed me gently when she said this. Then she focused her gaze on my erection and bent it in several directions, all the while asking me if it hurt at all. 

"It doesn't hurt but it's sensitive to touch like I told you. Not that you're hurting me, but it just feels tender."

"That's good. Now let's take a look at your testicles again." She held my erection out of the way with her left hand and proceeded to fondle each testicle in turn with her ungloved right hand. This took all of about 15 seconds during which time I made my erection move a couple of times. Each time I could feel her grip increase ever so slightly which was probably just an unconscious reaction on her part. Other than that, she ignored my perversion. Well, at least externally. 

She let go and then surprised me by bringing up my over indulgence in self-pleasure. Looking up she said, "So let me ask you about this irritation and redness. [At this point she looked back at my erection as if to add credibility to her question.] Do you use any kind of lubricant?" 

I knew this was a reference to masturbation. "Do you mean like Vaseline?"

"Yes, anything to relieve friction."

"No, I…I just like to use my hand. And for the most part I only rub one spot." As I said this I held my penis up for her and pointed at a spot under the head and rubbed it indifferently [at least I tried to make it look that way] to show her. "This is the spot and it feels kind of raw when I touch it. More than anywhere else." 

She reached out to hold it in a better position for her to see the exact spot. Our fingers actually touched for a moment as we both held my penis.

Then she let go and said I would be okay but should try and "control myself" for at least a week. 

I laughed and said I'd try but doubt I can. 

She laughed too, but didn't say anything as she started to get up. I imagined her thinking to herself, "All men are animals."

As I pulled my pants back up she said, "I think you'll be fine but don't be shy about calling for an appointment if you feel any pain."

She was silent for a moment, and then added, "This may sound like a strange question, but have you ever done any modeling?"

Now, I've been told women find me attractive, but I never thought of myself as model material.

So I just laughed and said, "No, why?"

"Well, I paint as a hobby and was wondering if you'd like to pose for me? I have a little studio in my apartment. Plus we could work out some compensation. Perhaps $50." She paused here and added: "Now it's me who feels embarrassed."

"Why, I think I'd do it, sounds like fun."

"Well, it's just that I want to paint my first nu…nude and thought you'd be a good model."

Wow, what a freakin' bombshell! I pretended to be giving her request serious consideration and made several questioning facial expressions. 

"Sure, I'll do it." Hell, I'd do it for free I thought to myself.

"Great, let me give you my number and address and we can talk and make plans. Usually weekends are best for me if that's okay with you."

"Sure, now that I'm single I'm generally free on Saturday nights."

"Sounds good, I look forward to hearing from you."

"Take care." I left the office with the biggest damned smile you've ever seen. I even forgot to go into the bathroom for another quick cum into some rolled up toilet paper. But I more than made up for that when I got home.