Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 20:07:12 EST
From: Ivrys88@aol.com
Subject: The Doctor Is In

THE DOCTOR IS IN by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1999 by the author.

My employer switched health insurance carriers again a few months ago. A
few days later, a memo came informing us that we had the option of
switching to a new plan with a lower premium. In order to qualify, an
employee would have to undergo a complete physical exam to make sure there
were no pre-existing conditions. I hate doctors, usually. For one thing,
since I'm gay, I'd always had my own physician for my "special" health
problems, in order to avoid dealing with company doctors. If I wanted the
price break on the insurance though, there was no getting around it, so I
reluctantly scheduled the appointment and arrived at the scheduled time,
fully expecting to be kept waiting.

I had to admit this clinic seemed on the ball, as a nurse called my name
just five minutes after my arrival. I was weighed and measured quickly,
then asked to wait in a small examination room.

The doctor entered about ten minutes later. He was a handsome man of medium
height, with black hair lightly flecked with gray, and wire-rimmed glasses.
I discreetly looked his slender but seemingly hard body over, and was
favorably impressed. Somehow he seemed familiar, but at the moment I
couldn't place him. "Hello, Mr. --Wallace? Steven Wallace? I'm Doctor
Smith, Carl Smith. How are you today?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Hi Doctor, thanks, I'm fine." I said. Actually, Dr. Smith was attractive
enough that the thought of undressing in front of him was making me a
little nervous.

"Ready for your exam?"

"Yes, I am."

"Let's begin, then. I'd like you to get undressed down to your shorts,"
Dr. Smith said. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself too. I
see you are thirty-two years old. Notice any health problems lately,
Steve?"

"I don't think so, Doctor," I said, unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled off my
shoes, unfastened my belt buckle and dropped my pants. I felt a bit silly
standing in my briefs and dress socks, but I knew the linoleum floor would
be cold and I didn't want to take them off. "Okay, I guess I'm ready," I
said. I shivered a bit. Why are examining rooms always so cold anyway?

"Please sit on this examination table." Dr. Smith said. After I was in
position, he approached me with a lighted device in his hand. "I'm going to
flash this light in your eyes. Try and follow it with your eyes only, OK?"

After a moment, Dr. Smith said, "Looks good." He took up another instrument
with a light, and put it in each of my ears, bending so that his head was
very close to mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave, a pleasant scent,
and felt his breath against my temple.  The doctor continued methodically,
getting the tongue depressor and making open my mouth and say "Ah" in the
time-honored fashioned. Then he said, "Now I'm going to examine your neck
for any swollen glands. I'll press very gently. Tell me if anything hurts."

His big hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as he did this. Somehow
this was a turn-on and I felt myself begin to be aroused. I willed myself
not to let it happen. I couldn't help shivering a bit with excitement,
though.

"Looks good," Dr. Smith said.  "Are you cold?"

"A little," I replied, truthfully, though that was not the only reason why
I was shivering.

"I can tell, your nipples are erect." I started a bit at this comment, but
Dr. Smith's face was impassive. He continued, "I'm going to listen to your
heart with my stethoscope now. It's going to feel cold, too, just thought
I'd warn you."

"Thanks, Doctor." By now I was getting quite nervous. The closeness of his
presence was having an effect on me that I could not deny. I still had the
distinct feeling, too, that I had seen him somewhere before.

Dr. Smith smiled apologetically. "Sorry it's so cold in here." He placed
the stethoscope on my bare chest and I gasped at the feel of the cold metal
on my skin. "I know this isn't exactly comfortable, but try and relax. I'm
not going to hurt you."

I had to respond, however feebly, to his attempts to put me at ease. I
swallowed, and managed to say, "I know, Doctor, I appreciate that." I
desperately hoped he wouldn't look down and see that the bulge in front of
my briefs had grown noticeably.

"Turn your back toward me now." I obeyed, relieved not to have to face him
for a while. He tapped on my back several times, then said, "Now I'm going
to listen to your breathing with the scope. Take a deep breath." I obeyed
of course.

"Good. Exhale now."

He repeated the requests several times, moving the scope each time. "Good,
you're doing very well," Dr. Smith said approvingly. In truth, I was more
relaxed and breathing more easily now that I wasn't looking directly at his
handsome face. I knew that this was only a momentary respite though, and
the next moment it came to an end as he said. "Now please lie on your back
on the table."

"Okay," I said, my nervousness returning. I lay on the table and stared at
the fluorescent light on the ceiling and tried to make my mind a blank, and
above all not to think about the front of my underwear.

Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to palpate your abdomen, looking for any
swelling or abnormality. I hope you're not ticklish," he added, smiling
slightly. He began to push in various places on my bare stomach. I was
ticklish, and despite my nervousness I couldn't help smiling a little in
reaction--it was a most peculiar sensation, this combination of erotic
stimulation and discomfort.

"Am I tickling you?" Dr. Smith asked. His hand was below my navel now,
approaching my groin area.

"Uh, yes... not too bad," I managed to get out. What would happen when he
discovered my erection? The head of my penis was now very close to the
waistband, and the bulge had to be unmistakable. As I thought this,
Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to pull down the waistband of your underwear
just a bit, okay?"

He suited the action to the words, and of course the head of my dick popped
out. I was blushing and could not help letting a strangled "mmph" escape
through my clenched teeth.

"Is something the matter?"

Was he playing games with me? What did he think was the matter? I tried to
speak, but a coherent sentence would not emerge. "Uh... well, just
embarrassed, I guess." I tried again.  "You know... this." I waved my hand
vaguely downward.

Dr. Smith smiled, and despite my humiliation, I had to admit he was a hot
guy. "No need to be embarrassed, Steve. Erections are very natural
occurrences. I see them all the time during medical exams. It's just an
involuntary reflex."

What would he say if he knew that this particular erection was not a
reflex? I knew he was trying to help, so I said, "Well, thanks, Doctor."

"No problem." Dr. Smith patted my stomach, and to my surprise, let his hand
rest there. "You're a fine looking man." I looked sharply at him, but there
was only professional reassurance in his smile. "Why don't we take a moment
to let you relax. I had no idea a physical would make you this nervous.
Take a few deep breaths and let them out, Steve."

I couldn't explain, of course, that it wasn't the physical, it was him that
was responsible for my state. I tried to obey him, and it did seem to work
a little bit, as I lay there breathing deeply. His hand resting on my
stomach stopped being erotic and became strangely comforting. At last I
felt my erection start to go down.

After a moment, the doctor said, "Feel better, Steve?"

"Yes, better, thanks, Doctor."

"Call me Carl," Doctor Smith smiled at me again. "Feel like you can
continue?"

"Uh, ok." I wondered what was going to happen next.

"Good, Steve. Now, I'm going to examine your testicles for any
abnormalities that might mean cancer. Have you ever done this procedure
yourself?"

"Uh, no." Oh God, he was going to be touching my private parts again.

"You really should do this yourself every month, you know. Look closely at
what I do so you'll know how to do a self-exam, OK? If you're ready, stand
up and drop your shorts."

Carl stepped back to give me room. I slowly stood up, willing myself to
stay calm and in control. Not meeting his eyes, I put my hands under the
waistband of my underwear, skinned the briefs down my thighs to the floor
and stepped out of them. I resisted a strong desire to cover my crotch.

Still looking down, I saw his big hand reach out and gently take hold of
first one ball, then the other, rolling the nuts gently between his
fingers, applying the barest amount of pressure. "Just relax," Carl said
again.

I looked up at him and grinned weakly. "I'm trying."

"Okay, the testicular exam is done. Looks fine." Carl continued to look at
me with a somewhat quizzical air. After a moment, he said, "Now I'm going
to check for hernias."

He placed a hand against my left groin. "Turn your head and cough."

I obeyed. Switching to the other side, Carl said, "Again. Good, everything
seems fine. Now, I'm going to raise your penis and look at the underside of
the shaft for any sores or abnormalities." He suited the action to the
words.

By now I was in agony again. I was naked, in front of a really attractive
man who was gently touching all of my private parts, and I could do nothing
to respond. When was this ordeal going to be over? I lowered my head,
blushing again.

I heard Carl say blandly, "You seem to be getting another erection."

Through gritted teeth I replied, "Sure looks like it."

"Steve, there's no need to be embarrassed. Especially since you have quite
a nice endowment." I heard the smile in his voice and quickly looked up
into his face. In an instant it all came back to me, why Carl seemed so
familiar.

It had been a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I had gone to one of the
bathhouses in town, an activity I still indulged in occasionally, with
caution. It was crowded, being the weekend, but the pickings were slim.
After an hour or two, though, I noticed a man catching my eye again and
again as we both wandered around the place. He was in his early to
mid-thirties, just slightly above average height, slender but toned, with a
moderately hairy chest. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses which gave him
an appealingly intelligent air.

I was attracted to him, but every time I moved nearer, he drew away and
melted into the crowd. At first I was annoyed at what I thought was his
game-playing. Then I shrugged. Maybe this was his first time and he was
just shy. He certainly didn't look like the type who usually frequented
this place. I decided to bide my time. It was just bad luck that I had
chosen not to rent a private cubicle.

Finally at one point during the night there was a lull one of the common
rooms (what they used to call orgy rooms), and I found myself alone with
him in the semidarkness.  I decided to play it cool and let him make the
first move. For a moment we simply stood there on opposite ends of the
dimness. I was elated when he finally moved toward me. I caught his eye as
he came up to me and nodded. I returned the greeting, still reserved, not
wanting to scare him off by coming on too strong.

"Crowded tonight, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes, it is," I replied.

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this. I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"So you don't come here often?" I asked, smiling as I heard myself say the
old line, or a variation of it, once again.

"Can't remember the last time," my companion replied. We stood silent
again. I was afraid he was going to walk away and that would be the end, so
I decided to make a move. I reached up slowly and began to stroke his bare
chest with the back of my hand, very gently. I heard his quick intake of
breath.

"Is this all right?" I asked.

A pause, then he said, "Feels nice." I looked down and saw his erection
jutting up behind his towel. I knew mine must look the same. The next
moment I felt his hand reach through the opening in my towel and find my
hard cock. He squeezed it gently, then began to stroke it.

He said, "You have quite a nice endowment."

His words had such a formal ring that I was tempted for a second to
chuckle, but his touch was exquisite--soft and sensuous. I felt myself
become genuinely aroused, my breathing quickening.

We stood there side by side, silently caressing, for a few more seconds.
Then to my dismay a pair of barfly types strode into the room, conversing
in loud voices. He was gone in a flash. Shit! I thought. Just my luck. I
thought of following him out, but somehow I knew that the moment had passed
and we wouldn't make contact again that night. Annoyed and unsatisfied, I
put my clothes on and left ten minutes later.

All these memories passed through my mind in a flash, triggered by the
sentence he had spoken. The hot man I had lost that night in the baths was
standing in front of me, holding my dick again, except that now he was not
an anonymous trick, but my doctor. I was still breathing hard and blushing,
but not with embarrassment. I was excited beyond words, unable to believe
my luck. In the same moment I made a split-second decision to continue
playing dumb. After all, I still wasn't sure that he knew who I was, and I
knew already he was shy. A sudden come-on from a previously reticent
patient might startle or even offend him.

So I kept things simple--for the moment--by saying, "Thanks."

Despite myself, some change must have been audible in my voice, because
Carl's smile widened and became something more than professional. He still
might not know who I was, but I was now sure that he knew we were both on
the same wavelength. I became even more sure when he asked, "How long has
it been since your last orgasm?"

"I don't know exactly, Carl, a couple of weeks. Why do you ask?"

"Well," said Carl, "If you haven't had sex lately, this might explain your
arousal. You just aren't getting enough." He was grinning widely now. I
couldn't help but smile back.

"I guess you're right, that's not good, is it?"

Carl's hand began to move gently up and down my shaft, his index finger
rubbing my engorged, circumcised head. "Do you masturbate, Steve? Silly
question," he said, as I burst out laughing, a little too loudly because of
my excitement. "Do you know why you should? It's not just to feel good."

I tried to keep playing this game along with him. "Really?"

"Really," Carl said. "Too much fluid buildup in the prostate can cause
congestion, discomfort and maybe even infection. Got to keep those
passageways clear. That's why lots of sex is actually good for a man, as
long as it's safe, of course."

I didn't trust myself to say more than, "Yes."

Carl said, "That reminds me, I should examine your prostate. But first
you'll have to excuse me for a minute." He turned and left the office,
leaving me naked, erect and with thoughts whirling in my head. I bent down
and pulled off my ridiculous dress socks, though. What was the point of
leaving them on? After a few minutes Carl returned. I noticed he shut the
door firmly and pushed the latch in the doorknob so that no one could enter
from the outside.

He came back up to me and said quietly, "Sorry I left. If I had just locked
the door someone would have wondered what was going on. I went and told my
nurse that I was with a patient who was very modest and embarrassed about
being undressed. I told her you were particularly worried that a female
would walk in while you were being examined, and that I was going to latch
the door for a few minutes. I couldn't have gotten away with this with a
female patient, but since you're a guy, she's cool with that." He grinned,
his eyes sparkling. "Little does she know--" The next moment his lips were
on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. Our bodies pressed up against
one another, mine naked, his clothed. I felt a hard bulge through his
trousers that matched my erection. Carl broke away after a moment and said,
"Damn, I wish we had more time. If the door's locked too long, someone will
get suspicious. Besides, I do have to complete your exam. So, Mr. Wallace,
I'll have to ask you to turn around, bend over and grasp the edge of the
examination table with your hands."

I obeyed, my erection rock hard. As I waited, bent over, I heard the snap
of a latex glove being stretched over Carl's hand. He opened a drawer, took
a tube of K-Y jelly and applied it to the gloved fingers. I heard the
suppressed laugh in his voice as he said, "I usually tell my patients that
this procedure may cause some discomfort. I don't think that will be true
in your case. Okay, here we go."

I felt him insert the cold gloved finger into my rectum and slowly push
inward. In a moment he reached the button of my prostate gland. I
suppressed a moan.

Carl said, "I can feel your prostate. I'm going to press gently on it. Tell
me what you feel."

A wave of sensation jolted me and I gasped. "Not painful?" Carl asked,
concerned.

I managed to say, "No, it's not... painful at all." Actually, I had
forgotten just how good it could feel. Without looking I knew that precum
was dripping out of my piss slit and onto the floor of the examining room.

"Okay, I'm going to massage the gland now." His finger began to move and I
started seeing stars. I couldn't suppress a groan. "Steve, are you OK?"

"God yes," I gasped. "Feels wonderful."

"Your gland does seem a bit congested. I'm going to use two fingers now." I
felt my hole stretch to accommodate two fingers and knew that I wanted
something even larger up there. "Yes, we're getting quite a lot of fluid
out of there, I see. You're dripping quite a bit."

"Must... be... the massage," I managed to say.

I looked around at Carl, his gloved fingers up my butthole, smiling at my
sweet torment. "Your congestion may need to be relieved with an
ejaculation, I think, Steve."

I kept my voice steady, still playing the game, as I said, "What would be
the best way to do that, Doctor?"

Carl said, "Well, you have a choice. You may either masturbate yourself, or
I can do it for you. Either way, I will continue the prostate massage, to
make sure the maximum amount of fluid is expelled. So what would you
prefer, Steve?"

I looked him in the eye and said, "I'd like you to do it."

"You would like me to stimulate you to orgasm?"

I decided to go for broke. "Yes, Doctor, but to ejaculate, I need more
intense stimulation."

I was amused to see that Carl blinked, surprised that his patient had
raised the stakes so readily. Momentarily uncertain, he repeated, "Need
more what, Steve?"

I reached back, found the bulge in his front and rubbed it. "To cum."

Carl, recovering quickly, smiled. "I see. Well, let's see what we can do
about that. You realize we only have a very limited time?"

"I like quick ones."

At that Carl laughed out loud. "You've certainly gotten very relaxed,
Steve." He removed his gloved hand from my rectum, stripped off the glove
and discarded it. He opened the drawer again and, to my delight, took out a
wrapped condom. Still holding the rubber, his hands unbuttoned his white
coat, then unbuckled his belt. He lowered his zipper and his dress pants
dropped to the floor, revealing boxer shorts tented with a sizable
erection. I turned to face him and, grasping the waistband of his
underwear, drew it down. His erect, cut cock sprang free, wet with
precum. I whistled softly.

Carl gave another short, almost embarrassed laugh. "I can't believe I'm
doing this, but you've got me so damn hot... I've got to warn you though,
we can't make much noise. These walls are thin."

I had grasped his cock and was stroking it as he had stroked mine earlier.
Smiling into his eyes, I said, "I'll be quiet, Doctor."

"Just let me put this on," Carl said, ripping the package open and expertly
unrolling the rubber over his dick. "Well, it's prelubed, and I've got
quite a lot of K-Y in you already." He leered at me. "I think you'll be
fine."

Fully into the excitement and risk of what we were about to do, I was
breathing heavily. "I think so, Doctor."

"Now turn around again and we'll--um--complete the procedure," he laughed
softly.

I took a last look at my doctor and partner in crime, with his trousers
tented around his ankles, his boxer shorts down to his knees, his erection
jutting out between the lapels of his white coat. The whole sight would
have been absurd except for his tremendous attractiveness and palpable
lust.

"Okay, Doc," I smiled, turning and assuming the position once more.

Even about to fuck a patient in the butt, Carl couldn't shake off his
bedside manner. "Now just try and relax," he said behind me. "Take deep
breaths."

I felt him position his cock against my slick anal opening. A moment later
he began to push very gently. I felt the muscles begin to yield. "Just
relax.....relax," Carl crooned. The head of his cock slipped in at that
moment and my asshole closed behind it. I grunted.

"How are you feeling, Steve?"

"Okay," I managed to say.

"I'm going to push in slowly now." He suited the action to the words and I
felt the pole of flesh begin to invade my innards. I moaned softly with
pleasure.

"Am I hurting you?" Carl asked.

"Hell no," I gasped, "It feels wonderful. Oh wow." Finally I felt him stop,
his balls pressed up against my cheeks. I heard him fumbling with something
behind my back, but didn't bother to look. Then, Carl began to slide in and
out of my butt hole, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed
of his thrusts.

"Oh yes, fuck me," I breathed, my eyes closed, my teeth gritted, reveling
in the sensations coursing through me. "Yes, Carl, do it."

Carl bent over me and took my cock in his right hand, in which he had
squeezed some more K-Y. He spread it over my dripping organ and began to
jack off my slippery tool in rhythm with his assault on my asshole.

"How's... it... feel, Steve?" I heard his voice whisper against my ear, his
words interspersed with grunts as his pelvis slammed against my butt.

"Fuck me Doctor."

"That's right, take my cock, you fucker. Can you feel it as I pound you
with it, stud?" He growled out the words in a whisper, somehow making them
even more intense in their lust. All his professional demeanor had fallen
away--he was finally doing what he had missed doing to me in the baths,
long weeks ago.

"Yes, Doctor," I whispered. "Yes, oh yes."

"Take my cock, stud. Take it, fucker."

"Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Deeper please."

The examination table shook as Carl slammed into my body. Through it all,
we had remained almost completely silent, which only heightened the
excitement.

"I want to hear you cum Steve. Getting close?" I looked down. His hand was
a blur, passing over and over the purple mushroom head of my cock, so
engorged I thought it would explode at any moment.

"YES... I'm going to cum all over."

"That's right. I want you to cum, Steve. Shoot that load. Cum on, stud."

I felt the climax begin to boil up in my lower body, pushed over the edge
at last by the combined assault on my dick and asshole. "Oh god, I'm going
to cum."

"Give it to your doctor. CUM NOW, STEVE!"

I shouted as the first spurts exploded from my cock. Carl clapped his left
hand over my mouth so I was reduced to muffled grunts as drop after thick
drop of hot fluid fell on the linoleum floor. My anal muscles convulsively
squeezed Carl's throbbing dick. His gasps echoed in the small room as he
thrust all the way into me as far as he could go, and I knew he was dumping
his load into the rubber inside of me.

"Oh god, that feels good," I heard Carl whisper. "Your butt feels so good
squeezing my cock." He was still thrusting into me, but gradually slowing
down, still gasping for breath. He finally stopped, drawing his hand away
from my mouth.

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" Carl said. "Sorry I had to gag you."

I laughed softly, "It's OK, you warned me."

Carl let go of my spent sticky cock, and finally begin to slide out of me
slowly, slowly, as if he were reluctant to go. I let one last gasp escape
me as he popped out of me, then it was over, for the moment. I turned
around, gingerly avoiding stepping in my cum.

"We made a mess," I said.

"Heck, it was worth it," Carl replied, peeling off his rubber. His
professional manner returned with remarkable quickness as he pulled tissues
from a dispenser, wrapped and disposed of the condom, then set about
cleaning himself and rearranging his clothing. He was dressed and dapper
again before I had fully caught my breath.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked. Now that the heat of our activity had
subsided, I was shivering. "There's a little bathroom here," Carl said,
opening another door. "I'll let you get yourself cleaned up."

He was once more his cool, controlled self. I felt a fleeting
disappointment as I took my underwear and entered the bathroom. Was he
going to pretend that nothing had gone on? Was I going to walk out of here
and never see him again? Brushing these thoughts aside, I ran water and
wiped myself off, concentrating on the business at hand.

When I emerged, Carl had cleaned up the floor, and had even reopened the
latched door. "You can get dressed now, Steve," he said, a bit too loudly,
and I knew he was saying it for the benefit of any passersby who might have
wondered what we were doing in a locked office. "Everything checks out
fine."

A moment later, as I approached the chair next to the exam table where I
had put the rest of my clothes, he intercepted me and caught me in an
affectionate hug. We were not visible from the doorway, but I just had time
to hug him back before he looked toward the door and let me go. My fears of
a few minutes earlier melted away. Carl really was a nice guy, in addition
to being the hottest doctor I had ever encountered.

"I wish you didn't have to put those back on," he said softly.

I was feeling good and decided to tease him, just a little. "Well, this
makes up for that Saturday night at Man's Country."

I was unprepared for Carl's reaction. He turned deep red with
embarrassment, looked down and bit his lip. After a moment, he looked up
sheepishly. "So you knew. When did you figure it out, Steve?"

I told him what he had said that had triggered my memory, and Carl
laughed. "I should really come up with some better lines, huh?" He shook
his head ruefully, looking more charming than ever. "I thought about you
all the time after that. I could have kicked myself for running away, but I
was intimidated. That's not my usual scene. When I walked in and I saw you
today, I couldn't believe my luck." He smiled and kissed me lightly
again. "Listen, buddy, this has really been great, but I've got to get to
my next patient. You'd better get dressed."

Choosing my words carefully, I said, "Will I see you again, Carl?"

There was no doubt about his reaction. "Hell, yes! We doctors need to be
examined, too, you know," he winked. "You know where to find me, bud. And
I've got all your vital info right here," he said, tapping the chart he had
taken from the pocket on the doorway.

At the doorway, he shook my hand and said in his professional voice, "Take
the pink sheet to the receptionist and she'll check you out. Have a good
day, Steve," then added in a whisper, "I'll call you." Then he was off down
the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy
daze. It had certainly been a most unusual day.

Carl did call, and we've gotten together often since, both as friends and
fuck buddies. He's no longer my doctor, though. Soon after we met, he
referred me to another physician, citing ethics and saying I needed
"objective and disinterested" medical advice. Still, that experience has
changed forever how I feel about doctor's offices and visits. There's
probably been more than one nice, straight doctor who's wondered why I seem
unable to control my erections during a routine physical...

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