Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 12:31:39 -0800 (PST)
From: justus justus <justus218@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Doctor Office"

About two months ago, I was selected to become a first-line supervisor at
the pharmaceutical distribution company where I had worked as a dispatcher
for three years.  This would be a promotional situation which I had longed
for, and an area in which I really wanted to be working.  A job with some
responsibility in an area that I would be completely comfortable and
capable.

As was the company's policy anybody entering a supervisory position,
irrespective of how long you had worked for the company, was required to
have a physical examination performed by the company's doctor before
entering the new position.  Therefore, I was anxious to get that done, and
to be able to assume my new position.

The company's doctor was not a physician employed by the company, but a
private practice physician who, under some sort of an agreement with the
company, completed employee physical examinations and maintained records of
such in accordance with the company's specifications.  A fellow employee
counseled me that if you could walk, talk, and breathe, you were pretty
sure to get a clean bill of health.

Even though I found that news comforting, there is always that nagging
feeling as to the "what ifs."  What if I had some condition, something that
I was unaware of, that the doctor found?  I kind of agonized over this for
about a week before my appointment with the doctor.  In fact, it nagged at
me so much that I found myself unable to concentrate on anything.  My
appetite suffered, because I never really felt hungry, and my wife would
badger me about not eating.  Additionally, even my interest in sexual
activity waned to zero during that week.  In fact, I really began to worry
as to whether there was indeed something amiss.

Then came the day of my doctor appointment.  I arrived at his office on
time and had just a brief wait before I was escorted to an examination room
to be seen by the doctor.  The doctor proved to be an ordinary looking man,
probably in his mid fifties, very personable and immediately put me at
complete ease with his manners and calm voice.  He announced that he had
the results from the lab work that he had previously ordered and assured me
that everything there was normal.  I began to really relax and to feel much
better.

Then the doctor had me remove my shirt so that his nurse could do an
electrocardiogram to check for any heart irregularities.  She hooked me up
to a lot of wires and then hit the switch.  A half-minute later that
process was completed, and after looking at it for a few moments, the
doctor smiled and said that looked completely normal as well.  Then the
doctor listened to my heart and, with me breathing deeply when instructed,
listened to my lungs.  Everything seemed fine.

Then the doctor told his nurse that she would no longer be needed for the
remainder of the exam and she closed the door as she left.  The doctor said
that he wanted to check my prostate as, at age 39, I was at the point where
that should become a regular part of an annual physical.  With that, he had
me remove my pants and shorts and bend over across the examination table.

The doctor put a latex examination glove on his right hand, and picked up a
tube of surgical lubricant in his left hand.  He said that he would put
some lube on his examining finger and on my rectum and proceed with the
exam, assuring me that it would be brief and not really unpleasant.  With
that assurance, his gloved finger entered me rather swiftly, but without
real discomfort.  Once it was in all the way, I could feel him pressing it
toward my stomach.

I could feel the pressure as he moved the finger around and across my
prostate gland, and to my embarrassment, I found myself becoming aroused.
Thinking that the doctor probably knew I was getting hard, I apologized
about it.  "Sorry about the erection, doctor, but the sensation is causing
the reaction."

"It's perfectly normal for that to occur", said the doctor, "don't let it
bother you."

"But doctor, now it feels like if you don't stop, I will have an orgasm
right here and now."

"Do you need to have that happen?" asked the doctor, seemingly unbothered
by the possibility.  "I can have you ejaculate right now if you would like
for that to happen."

"Doctor, I don't know", I said to him.  "It would feel great, but I would
be deeply embarrassed."

The doctor said, "I know what to do.  You just enjoy it."

With that, the doctor massaged my prostate in a different way and I
immediately started to feel the throbbing sensation from the prostate
pumping out cum.  I could feel my ass clenching the doctor's finger as I
continued pumping cum.  I was producing a week's worth of seed all at once,
just from a prostate massage by an expert.

The doctor picked up a handful of wipes and cleaned the exam table of my
cum, and patted me on the shoulder.  "You did fine young man," he said.  I
left his office relieved and drained.