4 comments/ 45665 views/ 11 favorites Yearly Physical By: Epididymis As you may have guessed, it was time for my annual physical but little did I know this would be an exam I would not soon forget. I had just moved to a new town so I didn't know anyone there who could point me to a good physician. Therefore, I was at the mercy of my insurance company to make my choice. I just randomly picked a physician and made an appointment. Before I knew it, the day had arrived so I took half a day off from work in order to take care of things. After arriving at the office and filling out the usual paperwork I was finally called back by one of the nurses. She led me to a room with some scales had me stand on them, then she took my blood pressure, pulse and all the usual things. She then escorted me to the exam room and asked me too strip to my underwear and told me the PA would be in in a moment. I then spoke up and asked why the PA? She said, "Didn't' you get our message? Dr. Lockhart had to go out of town on an emergency and we just assumed since you didn't call back you were OK with seeing his PA." I paused for a moment and, realizing I would not be able to take another day off from work anytime soon, replied, "Oh sure that's fine." She then left the room and I proceeded to remove my clothes down to by boxer briefs. I sat there on the table for what seemed to be an hour before the door opened and in came the PA. My eyes widened when I saw that the PA was female. I had not been expecting any of this but then I didn't know the doctor or any of this staff. After the initial shock wore off, I noticed she appeared to be in her mid-thirties, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, curvy but not chubby, of medium height, and a very pretty face. She walked over and shook my hand and said, "Hello, I'm Sharon I'll be performing your physical today." I smiled and said, "Hello." She stepped to the side revealing a nurse that had followed her into the room, "This is Jill, she will be assisting me and acting as witness to your exam," she explained. Jill had short black hair, taller, slender but not skinny, and looked like she might be all of twenty years old, a very lovely young lady. I was feeling a sense of embarrassment as well as slight excitement being barely clothed in a room with two females. I just kept thinking to myself, "This will be over soon and I will have the rest of the day off," as she began. She did the usual things, asked questions about my health and so on. Jill sat in the corner in one of those rolling chairs as Sharon performed the exam, she appeared to be writing things in what I assumed was my chart. "OK if you will please stand at the end of the table," Sharon requested. I hopped off the table and went to the end of the table as she requested. I then watched as she put on a pair of exam gloves, snapping them into place. "Alright, now for the fun part," she quips with a slight smile on her face. "I need to examine your testicles to make sure they are intact and there are no issues. Jill, please come over here while I do this and bring the Orchidometer." I watch as Jill reaches into a drawer and pulls out the stringed beads and hands them to Sharron. She then stands beside Sharon in order to watch. "Now please lower your underwear for me," Sharon requests. I reach down with my thumbs and hook them under the elastic and slower lower them. "Go ahead and step out of them for me," she requests again. I step out of them and hold them, crumpled, in my hand. Sharon sits in the rolling chair and moves closer to get a look at me. "OK feet about two feet apart for me," she orders. I comply. "It must really be cold in here," she jokingly says, "Jill, grab a hot towel, we've got to warm the boys up a bit so I can get to them without hurting them." Jill grabs the towel out of some sort of warming device and hands it to her. She then applies it to my scrotum for a few minutes. It was a welcome warm sensation which seemed to do the trick. When she removed it my testicles were hanging low as she rolls up closer to get a look. She starts by holding my testicles in her hand and bouncing them, then the usual turn your head and cough. Next I feel her gloved finger and thumb as she takes my left testicle and begins to roll it between them. She starts to feel the beads she's holding in the other hand, I can feel the warmth of her breath upon my exposed member as she turns to Jill and says, "Plus twenty-five." Jill scrambles over to grab the chart and starts to write. I'm not sure what she's talking about as I'm preoccupied with her rolling my ball around and hitting those sensitive places only a man knows about. She finally turns loose of the left one, takes the other and after a few moments for feeling of it makes a puzzled sound. "I'm not sure about this one," she says, "Jill, glove up and give me a second opinion." I watch Jill as she grabs a pair of gloves and quickly puts them on. This lull in the action gives me a chance to realize my penis has not become what I would call semi-erect but has grown in size. A man can only take so much "fondling" before things start to happen. Just then Sharon releases my testicle as Jill takes her place in front of me and begins to roll it about as she takes the measuring beads from Sharon. "Oh yes, I would say this is over twenty-five as well," Jill tells Sharon, her hot breath teasing my growing penis. Sharon then says, "Well while you're there, compare it to the other." Jill places the beads in Sharon's hand and then takes my other testicle with her other hand. By this time, I'm not believing what's happening, a girl half my age has me by the balls examining me like I'm some sort of specimen. She looks up and smiles at me as she rolls and tugs. I flinch as she strikes a nerve. I see an almost sarcastic sympathetic look on Jill's face. "I would say they're both very close to the same size," Jill says, after about two minutes of rolling them around. "Very good, thank you Jill," Sharon says as she steps back in front of me. "You're testicles appear to be very healthy and are well above normal size, you should have no trouble producing all the sperm and testosterone you need," Sharon tells me with a smile on her face. I look over at Jill and she has a smile as well. I can now feel that I have become semi-erect just from this conversation and physical contact. "Alright, only one thing left. Turn around and place your elbows on the table for me, feet apart," Sharon requests. By now I am getting pretty hard as I comply with her request. I bend over, feet apart, and place my elbows on the table. I look forward and in the mirror in front of me I can see my refection in the mirror behind me. I can't help but feel vulnerable and embarrassed as I look up and see my ass totally exposed, my cock hard and pointing straight down between my legs for all to view. Sharon speaks up and say, "I'm sure you know this but I need to place my finger inside your anus, in order to check your prostate," she pauses and then relays to Jill, "Make sure you are watching so you will be familiar with this procedure." I hear her open the drawer and grab the lube. Then suddenly a finger against my most private of privates. "Here we go," Sharon informs. The suddenly she's in. The feeling of total violation comes over me and then suddenly I feel her probing finger strike my prostate. It feels like a lightning bolt starting deep inside and shooting out the end of my penis. My knees almost buckle as she moves from side to side. "Jill, notice the motion I'm using to make sure I don't miss any of the prostate surface," Sharon informs, "He feels nice and smooth, which is perfect." "Yes, ma'am," Jill replies. "Since you are a urology student you will be doing this a lot throughout your career." By this time I am almost gasping for air and can't help but let out a loud grunt as I feel semen dripping from my penis. I know both woman can't help but notice my secretion. Just then Sharon pats me on the bottom and says, "Its ok we won't charge you for that." My face crimson red as I feel her pull out of me. I feel her wiping off the excess lube and then instruct me to stand. As I turn back toward them, I have a full erection with semen dripping. Sharon jokes, "Looks like all your parts are working very well." I glance over at Jill and see her smirking as I start attempting to get back into my underwear. "OK, you're good to go, everything looks good. Just get dressed and they will take care of you at the front desk. We'll set you up for another exam for next year," Sharon says as they both head for the door. As I get dress I'm still trying to figure out what just happened. Was that a standard exam or were they playing with me? There wasn't any unprofessional contact but there was a lot of contact. Did I just have an orgasm while she was inside me? I've never felt such a sensation as when she had her finger was moving across my prostate. Hmmm. Maybe the girlfriend and I need to play doctor sometime. Yearly Physical My yearly physical was due and I had set up an appointment at my local PPO. I never know who I'm going to get doing the physical. It's a group practice and my doctor retired a couple of years ago. Since then, I haven't bothered to get a new primary doctor; I just see whoever's available when I need to make an appointment. It makes it a lot easier to be flexible around my work schedule. I'm a freelancer so my schedule is never routine. I was at the PPO waiting room, waiting of course, to be called back for my physical. Eventually, a nurse opened the door, called my name, and away I went. I followed her through the maze to the examination rooms, my eyes glued to her rear end as I followed. She was pretty and probably would have looked very good in a sexy nurse outfit but sadly, sexy nurse outfits have been replaced by surgical scrubs and no matter how sexy you are, the scrubs are not going to enhance your look. She guided me to an exam room, weighed me, took my blood pressure, etc. - the usual drill. The only variation from the standard procedures came when she took my temperature. I was instructed to pull my pants down and lean over the table. I did so without thinking. It was only when she took out a large electronic thermometer and smeared it with Vaseline that I realized what was up. "Why are you...", I began to protest but she had clearly heard it all before. "Doctor's orders. It's a more accurate representation of core body temperature." She pushed against my back, pinning me down against the table and pulling my underwear down, inserted the thermometer into my ass. I grunted slightly and she readjusted the thermometer with a sniff, ignoring me as I grunted again. I felt embarrassed, blood beginning to rush to my cock as she hovered over me, waiting for the thermometer to beep. When it did she lowered the hand pinning me to the table to my left butt cheek and holding me, slowly withdrew the thermometer with her other hand. She made a notation on my chart, and that was that. She told me to strip completely and exited, leaving the typical paper gown. I waited for the doctor, trying to adjust to the somewhat cold air of the room and concentrating on not tearing my gown or smearing Vaseline from my ass on to the exam table. I also wondered about a doctor that would insist on an anal thermometer for temperature. If the hot nurse had been wearing something other than her surgical scrubs, the combination of her and the prostate stimulation might have proved embarrassing. There was a knock at the door, I assumed as a warning in case I wasn't 'decent' but without any pause, in stepped my doctor. The doctor was a she, wearing a white lab coat over a tight white well-filled fitted blouse and a black pencil skirt, very professional but nevertheless showcasing a very attractive woman. "I'm Doctor Park, I'll be handling your physical this year. I see you don't have a primary physician listed," she said as she glanced over my paperwork. "Is that correct?" I explained my reasoning as I watched her survey my documents. "Fine," she said, "let's move on." She was no nonsense this one. Probably had to be to cut through the numerous come-ons she must get on a daily basis. She proceeded with all the usual procedures of a yearly physical. I tried to concentrate on getting through the exam rather than the touch of her hands across my body. As always happens, by the time she had felt for cancerous lumps, given me goosebumps with her stethoscope, etc., the paper gown was much the worse for wear. She asked me to stand and knelt before me, gazing at my balls. "Take that gown off", she commanded. "Not much left of it anyway, " I joked, trying to make some sort of conversation, as I peeled what was left off and stood before her naked. No response. Not a talker, this one. She grasped my balls firmly and proceeded to examine them. She wasn't wearing rubber gloves and it felt wonderful despite her clinical manner. I looked down as she poked and prodded and realized that from my point of view, I was looking straight down her blouse. Her cleavage, nestled in a white lace bra, shown between the unbuttoned top button of her blouse. Damn she was perfect. She looked up at me suddenly and then looked down where my eyes were locked. She looked up again. I was totally busted. She said nothing and returned to her examination. I was starting to get a bit of a woody and was trying to fight it. She grasped my left nut and ordered me to cough as she poked. I coughed and my dick swung up and down slightly before her. She grasped my right nut and did the same. She stood up, finished, and turned to the medicine cabinet behind her and grabbed a pair of disposable blue surgical gloves. I knew what was coming next. She walked towards me and stopped herself. "I almost forgot," she said as she set the gloves aside. "Stand with your arms at your sides." I assumed the standing at attention position and she reached up and much to my surprise began to play with my nipples. I know it's unusual in most men, but this has always been a tremendous turn on for me and gets me breathing heavy and hard in very little time. I was flustered, not knowing what to do as she flicked at my nipples without any explanation. Blood was rushing to my cock fast and I started to pant. "What...what, are you doing?" She stopped and looked at me seemingly with some annoyance. "I'm stimulating your nipples. Standard procedure now for men is to examine for lumps in the breasts, as we do with women. Men can get breast cancer just like women although it is admittedly more rare. The best way to accurately palpitate for lumps is with the breasts engorged with blood. The simplest and most direct way of doing this is by stimulating the nipples. Understand?" It was the most she'd spoken to me in the course of the entire procedure. "I know what I'm doing, I don't appreciate being questioned." The last thing I wanted to do was anger her especially as I had no idea what her reaction would be to the inevitable erection that was coming. I panted as my chest heaved from the sweet sensations of her nipple play. "I didn't mean to imply in any way..." She cut me off as she continued. "Of course, with women, there's sometimes a problem as the breasts... especially the nipples... are a well known erogenous zone. This can lead to an awkward situation of... arousal." My cock was growing and raising higher and higher as her flicking continued. She looked up into my eyes. "It's not usually an issue with men. But it can be...with a certain type... of man." She stopped flicking and pinched my nipples as she said this. I groaned, "Oh God.". She glanced down at my cock pointing to the ceiling as she resumed her flicking. "Yes. Yes, I suspected as much the minute I saw you." "Oh God." The flicking continued, now interrupted with pinching. "You like that, Bitch? You like that?" "Oh fuck." "You want to fuck me?" An especially brutal pinch. "Fuck me." She stopped and stepped back. She lightly caressed my chest as I panted and heaved as though I'd run a marathon. "I don't feel any lumps," she said, and then flicked my nipples once again. I hissed as precum oozed from my dick. "I need you to lie down on the exam table," she said as she reached once again for the rubber gloves. I lay back, trying to still my racing heart as she put the gloves on. "Put your feet in the stirrups." I had stopped panting as though I were going to pass out, but I was still flushed and almost fully engorged, my cock a straining tribute to her power over me. She moved forward and, taking me by surprise, quickly pulled out some straps built in somewhere to the side of the exam table and strapped my arms down. As I looked down, astonished, she pulled out two further straps and strapped by legs to the stirrups. "What are you doing?", I demanded. "Didn't I say I didn't like to be questioned?" She stepped forward and pulled a small tube of lubricant from a tray at the foot of the exam table. "I think, judging by your response to the breast exam, that it's prudent to strap you down for this part of the examination." She spread lube upon the first three fingers of her right glove and rubbed it in. "Don't you?", she queried. "Hmm?" she said as she tweaked my nipple with her other hand. I grunted and she slowly pressed her index finger into my asshole. I groaned and she smiled a slight smile as she began to saw her finger back and forth, in and out of my anal ring. Precum dribbled down the sides of my cock, beginning to pool in my pubic hair. She added another finger and pushed in, finding my prostate and rubbing the surface. My head wig wagged back and forth, lost in a state of lust. She added the third finger and thrust inwards and outwards, harder and harder. My cock strained, throbbing and I was hyperventilating as she studied me, inscrutable but for her slight smile. Abruptly she stopped, pulling her fingers out, taking off the gloves and throwing them into the trash. "Everything appears...normal. Normal, for such as you." She turned and before I knew it, exited through the door, leaving me panting and heaving, my cock still thrust skywards, and the pool of precum in my pubic hair, now dribbling down between the crack of my ass cheeks. I lay there, coming down from the sexual high she induced, breathing returning somewhat to normal, when the door opened and she entered once again, closing it behind her. She stood between my legs and reached behind her as she began to speak. "When I asked if you wanted to fuck me...You said, "Fuck me.". I heard a zipper unzip and the pencil skirt at her waist loosened. She shimmied the cloth about her hips as I watched, entranced. Something was pressing against the fabric as she slid it down her oh so perfect hips. The skirt fell to the floor revealing, between the flaps of her blouse, a large black strap-on dildo, realistic with cock head thrusting forward and balls at the base where it was strapped to her waist over white lace panties. She smiled, a full smile this time, as she took the dildo in her hand and pointed it at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it as she jacked it slowly. "You said...fuck me. And I... need a sperm sample." She grabbed the lube again and coated her dildo, smearing it back and forth, back and forth, until it glistened in the sterile bright light. She threw the lube aside and grabbed my legs, pulling my ass down the table towards her. She hunched forward, forcing my cheeks apart as she pushed and pushed until the cock head of the dildo speared my ass and she plunged in, the length of her strap-on filling me until I felt the balls at the base banging against my ass cheeks. I grunted with the pain but before I could get used to the feeling of the fullness inside me, she slid back and banged forward once again, down to the base. Sawing in and out, she was relentless. Her hands reached up and once again resumed their assault on my nipples. As I panted with lust, the pain subsided and the pulsing power of her assault overtook me. She sawed and sawed and as I grunted and squealed with each deepening thrust, my cock exploded and shot stream after stream of white cum into the air. She didn't stop until my cock, dribbling cum, subsided, emptied of its tribute. Only when I was totally spent did she relent and slowly pull the dildo from my ass. She stood over me triumphant, resplendent in her dominance. Arcs of cum lay all over me where they had fallen after jetting from my cock. She paused and then said, quite clinically, "I wasn't prepared for my prostate stimulation to cause your emission of seminal fluid so quickly. I hadn't prepared a specimen bottle and I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule your appointment to obtain a sample." "Do you understand?" I gulped to recover my breath to respond but gave up and simply nodded. "Since you don't have a primary care physician, you can ask the receptionist to schedule you with the next available doctor. Or...if you'd prefer, I can act as your primary care physician from here on out. Will that work for you?" She didn't smile; she didn't betray a thing as she stood before me with the strap-on that had taken me, jutting between her legs. She simply waited for the response she knew I would give. "Yes. Yes, I think I'd like that."