Young Female Doctor's Exambyscentto©
When Marsha told me there was a 58 year-old married man on the phone looking for a new doctor I hesitated only momentarily. You see, as a 34-year old female MD, the vast majority of my patients are children and women. I can count on one hand the number of male patients I have had, and most were the sons of my female patients who came through every now and again for a sports physical.
"What does he want," I asked Marsha, my 49-year old lead nurse. "He's says it's been 10 years since he's had a physical and his wife is bugging him to get it done this winter before he leaves to go on the road again in his job," she said. "Sure, OK. Set him up with an appointment," I replied. If nothing else, it would be a learning experience for me since I hadn't really studied male geriatric health since medical school.
A week later I had completely forgotten about my new "old" patient, if you call 58-years old geriatric, but he was old enough to be my father. Marsha advised me that Mr. Roberts was waiting on me in exam room number two. I had done some cursory reading the past week on testicular and prostate health, but other than that, I was hoping I could answer his questions. I had to admit I was a bit nervous, but also curious as to how the whole physical would unfold. Since Mr. Roberts was married, I knew I could probably expect some questions about erectile dysfunction and related problems. I had prescribed the blue pill to my own dad. As I walked down the hall to the exam room, Marsha stopped me briefly and made me promise to include her in the examination when the time came. I just smiled and winked as I made my way down the hallway to the exam room.
I knocked on the door, took a deep breath, and walked in.
Mr. Roberts stood and shook my hand as we exchanged pleasantries. He was a handsome man, about six foot or so, and stocky. He looked 10 years younger than his stated 58 years. He was dressed in blue jeans and a blue sweatshirt.
I rolled my stool over and asked, "Well Mr. Roberts, what brings you in today?"
He went on to explain how it had been 10 years since he had been to the doctor for a physical, and even though he felt he was in fine shape, his wife had been pressuring him to get a thorough check up, so here he was. As we talked about his health I could feel his eyes roaming up and down my body as his sexual compass sorted itself out. We discussed his weight and slightly elevated blood pressure, and then I had him take off his shirt, shoes and socks, and sit on the exam table.
As I turned to wash my hands, I could almost feel his eyes disrobing me from behind. It made me flush, and when I looked into the mirror above the sink. I could see him looking at my well-rounded ass. I looked at my own reflection and I noticed a deep red blush on my neck and throat and felt it creeping down my chest into the deep cleavage of my 36D buxom. For some reason, this strange, polite married man, who was old enough to be my dad, was making me sexually excited.
I forced myself to calm down and perform in a professional manner as I checked his lungs, ears, abdomen and feet. "Everything looks quite normal," I said. It was now time to perform the genital and prostate exam, but I really needed to gather myself so I casually asked Mr. Roberts if he performed regular testicular exams on himself in the shower. Of course, like most men, as I had read, he did not. In my best professional tone of voice, I explained the importance of this then told him I would demonstrate the proper technique as I performed the genital and prostate exam. I then told him I would have to call in my nurse to assist in that examination. As I left the room, I could sense Mr. Roberts was a bit embarrassed, but so was I.
I tried to clear my mind of any erotic thoughts by discussing my children and other domestic concerns I had with the other nurses. When I finally felt I had control of my erotic emotions, I motioned for Marsha to accompany me into the exam room. For some unknown reason, I unbutton the top three buttons of my pink silk blouse just to be fair. Mr. Roberts was going to have to expose himself to me, so it was the least I could do to allow him a chance to look down my blouse and explore my deep cleavage. The thought of what I would do or say if he were to develop an erection, while I fondled his most private parts, had left me somewhat petrified with fear of the unknown. So with a knock, and a deep breath, we both entered the exam room. I noticed that Marsha locked the door behind us.
"Mr. Roberts, this is Nurse Marsha. She is going to assist me with the next part of your physical. If you will, just stand up here in front of the exam table and lower your jeans and your briefs and we'll get started."
As I turned to again wash my hands with warm water I could see that Marsha was positioning herself so that she would have a clear view of the proceedings. I could also see she had a slight smirk on her face, trying to hold back a mischievous smile.
Mr. Roberts, standing in his bare feet, unbuttoned his trousers and belt and deliberately bent at the waist and lowered his jeans to his ankles. He stood back up and repeated the procedure lowering his white boxers to mid thigh. His flaccid, perfectly circumcised hose length member hung long and thick from his hairy groin. In contrast, his scrotal sac was shaved smooth and was filled with large egg sized gonads, hanging low between his thighs. As I rolled my stool in front of him, his genitals were at eye level, giving me a clear view of his attractive package. I focused my gaze on his genitals, and was somewhat relieved that he did not show any signs of arousal. Well so much the better, I thought. My own personal fantasies must be getting the better of me. This was simply an old-fashioned, polite and honorable gentleman who obviously had his erotic feelings fully under control. He probably had realized I was young enough to be his daughter, so of course he would practice self-control.
I deliberately chose not to wear latex gloves for this part of the examination, partly because I had a more sensitive feeling with bare fingers to detect any bumps on his genitals which might be out of the ordinary, but also, because I wanted to start the exam with soft warm hands for his comfort. For some reason, I reached out and lowered his underwear to his ankles, and asked him to step out of his trousers and briefs. This left him standing in front of my nurse and me completely naked. As he stood there I momentarily felt a bit of power over him, but diverted my eyes as I reached out and began to delicately fondle his scrotum, feeling for any bumps on his egg-sized balls. I rolled them gently between my fingers, fully conscious of their enormous size as I cupped and fondled them. I couldn't help but compare this older man's package with that of my husband, who I could see was not as well endowed as my patient. Mr. Roberts penis appeared to be about six inches soft and was as thick as my wrist. I could only wonder how big he was when sexually aroused. To my surprise, as I continued to fondle his scrotal sac and hefty penis, I could feel him begin to swell in my hands. Perhaps he was not under as much control as I thought. I'm sure he was probably looking down at me and getting an eyeful of my deep cleavage. My nipples were hard and seemingly on fire. I'm also sure my face and neck were flushed with sexual excitement as I continued to examine his most private parts.
As I continued my exam, I could detect, out of the corner of my eye, that Marsha was also excited because I could see her move her hand up to one of her over-sized breasts and squeeze her nipple. I was encouraged to continue giving his growing penis and plum sized glans a good going over. I noticed that clear pre-seminal fluid was beginning to leak from the deep cleavage of his urinal slit. This was a telltale sign that Mr. Roberts was becoming sexually aroused by my manipulations of his penis and scrotal sac. Without thinking, I rubbed the head of his penis with my thumb, spreading around the clear natural lubricant that was now leaking profusely from the deep slit of his swollen glans. My own pussy was leaking as well and I could feel that my panties were soaked. As I inhaled deeply though my nose I could smell the aroma of sex in the air as my own essence mixed with the musky aroma that emanated from Mr. Roberts' aroused state. It had a direct aphrodisiac effect on me. My examination was more than successful for his once flaccid penis had now swollen into a full-blown erection. His member stood thick and proud and pointed straight out at me. For 58-years old, he sure had a smooth and attractive penis and heavy set of balls. His scrotum was smooth and shaved, accenting his package.
"Everything seems to be in working order," I smiled as I stood and turned to wash my hands before performing the hernia check. My legs were shaking and weak. "I notice you have a strong erection. It is quite normal after going through an exam such as this. Do you have trouble maintaining an erection," I professionally asked? "I can prescribe something that will help you maintain your erection for extended periods if need be." Mr. Roberts mumbled that he would indeed like to try the little blue pill he had heard about. "I will give you a sample," I replied. As I reached in to check for hernias I couldn't help but bump into his erection with my hand. His penis had now grown to a full eight inches, as I dug my finger up under his fat pad and asked him to turn his head and cough. Everything checked out, but his erection refused to go away. It was like the 500-pound gorilla in the room that nobody was talking about.
I realized it was now time for the prostate exam, so I announced that nurse Marsha would assist me with the prostate exam.
"Mr. Roberts, please turn around and lean over and lay your head on your arm on the table." Mr. Roberts attempted to cover his erection with his hands as he complied with my instructions. I turned to give him some privacy as I again washed my hands and put on an examination glove. "Nurse Marsha is going to apply some lubrication. You may feel a warming sensation, then I'm going to check your prostate with my finger. A swollen prostate may indicate a serious condition that requires further treatment," I tried to professionally explain.
It was now Marsha's turn to become flushed as she picked up the tube of warming KY Jelly and stepped beside Mr. Roberts who was now bent over on the table with his legs spread wide and his scrotal sac in plain sight hanging low between his thighs. His penis was still stiff and bobbing up and down and back and forth as he leaned over.
I pulled back Mr. Roberts' left ass cheek with my left hand while Marsha squeezed out a generous portion of lubrication with her left hand, letting it run down his back passage, pulling his right cheek back with her right hand. As it flowed downward between his cheeks and onto his low hanging scrotal sac, I scooped some up and rubbed it onto his sac and gave his thick erection a few strokes. I then began to gently stimulate his tightly puckered anus with the tip of my right index finger. I toyed at the entrance to his sphincter muscle, flicking my finger in and out and around the sensitive anal lips, to help ease the transition to full penetration. Marsha looked at me with a twinkle in her eye when we both heard Mr. Roberts groan quietly with pleasure. He had reached between his legs and was unconsciously stroking his erection. "Mr. Roberts I am now going to penetrate your anus with my finger and check your prostate. This may cause an involuntary release of pre-seminal fluid from your penis, so don't worry if you start to leak a bit," I reassured him.
My knees began to quiver as I prepared to penetrate this older man with my well-lubed middle finger.
"OK, Mr. Roberts, you are going to feel some pressure. Try to relax and don't worry, I will go slowly until I detect you are ready for me to penetrate you fully." I motioned for Marsha to spread both of his his cheeks as I placed my middle finger against his nether hole and began to slowly work it in and out, making sure I had plenty of lube on my finger.
"Are your ready, Mr. Roberts," I asked? He only groaned an "uh-huh!" I slowly pressed my finger forward against his tight sphincter muscle until the first joint slipped inside his warm back passage. I reached between his stretched thighs and cupped his scrotal sac with my left palm as I pushed forward, burying my finger as deeply as possible until I could feel his prostate. I began to rub it and simultaneously fondle his sac as Mr. Roberts groaned more loudly with pleasure.
"Mr. Roberts, it is normal for a man to feel some sexual pleasure when his prostate is stimulated. Does my finger feel good on your prostate as I rub it while fondling your scrotal sac," I asked? Mr. Roberts could only groan in the positive in response to the pressure I was applying to his prostate. I could feel him beginning to pick up the tempo of his self masturbation as I continued to rhythmically and gently stimulate his prostate with my finger. I wondered why my stimulation was having such an effect on Mr. Roberts. I then realized that the only natural object could replicate the same stimulation to this man that I was applying with my finger would be a small stiff penis, much like my husband's. I could only assume Mr. Roberts was fantasizing that another man was penetrating him with a small stiff penis. As I stroked his prostate through the thin anal wall I could feel his balls in the palm of my left hand begin to tighten and pull upward. Marsha nodded downward toward the tile floor between Mr. Roberts' legs. Long ropes of white sperm were shooting from the swollen head of his penis onto the floor. I had brought this older man to orgasm just by rubbing his prostate and fondling his scrotum.
I slowly pulled my finger out of his anus and announced that everything seemed normal. Marsha set a box of tissues on the table for him to clean up with then quickly left the room. I stripped off my glove and told Mr. Roberts he could get cleaned up, and to put on the hospital gown I handed to him and Nurse Marsha would return to take some blood samples. "Also, here is a sample of the little blue pill I was telling you about." I handed him a plastic cup with the pill and another cup with water. We'll check its effectiveness a bit later I explained as I left the room and closed the door behind me. I could feel wetness in my pussy and could not help reaching down and squeezing my labia. Marsha was standing at the nurse's station with a big grin on her face.
"My God," she whispered excitedly. "You brought him to orgasm just by fingering his ass and cupping his balls. That is one sexy man!"
"Well, let's try a little experiment to find out how fast he can recover. After you take his blood samples, masturbate him to collect a sperm sample as well, so we can check the effectiveness of the little blue pill," I grinned. I'd give him about 15 minutes to recover, and I'll bet he will be ready again."
Marsha just smiled that mischievous smile as she prepared to service our new patient.
About 20 minutes later Marsha knocked on the door to the exam room and walked in and locked the door behind her. She had prepared herself before time by removing her bra. Only the telltale outline of her panties showed under her loose blue scrubs. Her pendulous breasts swung freely and her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric as she walked into the room, something that did not go unnoticed by Mr. Roberts, who was sitting on the exam table. As he coyly watched the nurse walk in, he could feel his satiated and flaccid penis began to twitch under the thin cotton material of his gown, as he anticipated what might follow.
"I'm going to take some blood samples Mr. Roberts, but Dr. Frazier has requested a sperm sample as well, to compare with the testosterone blood tests. We'll take the blood samples first then move on to the other," she professionally explained.
Of course Mr. Roberts must have been wondering how he was going to produce a sperm sample since he had just spilled a full load on the exam room floor. He was tempted to mention that he may not be able to provide the sample, but he decided to just go along with the nurse, who seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She was quite mature and matter of fact, so he decided not to worry.
Mr. Roberts stretched out his arm as Nurse Marsha leaned over to tie a rubber surgical tube around his arm as she prepared take the blood samples. As she bent over, the top of her scrubs fell open giving Mr. Roberts an unobstructed view down the front of her top. He could clearly see her large tubular breasts that hung heavily from her chest like two ripe melons. He took in the entire length of each creamy white globe and the delicate network of tiny blue veins that ran along their length. Each smooth breast was tipped with a dark chocolate brown silver dollar sized areola with erect nipples. As hard as he tried to control his lust, his cock began to swell, much to his surprise. He almost felt like he had discovered the fountain of youth. He could feel the effects of the little blue pill as his penis continued to respond to his fantasies. This was something that did not go unnoticed by Nurse Marsha.
After she had drawn the blood samples she announced she would have to shave and sterilize his groin area before taking the sperm sample.
Mr. Roberts sat on the edge of the exam table as Nurse Marsha ran warm water into a basin, preparing the razor and shaving crème as she asked, "Mr. Roberts, have you ever given a sperm sample before?" He responded in the negative as a shiver ran through his body. Well, to speed things up, I will assist you in taking the sample, if you don't mind. "First we must shave your groin area she said. "Once we have you shaved and clean I'll help you submit the sperm sample." She said it so matter of fact that Mr. Roberts did not worry about how he was going to produce another hard erection.
"I'm ready," he announced. "But what's the purpose of shaving my pubic hair," he asked in all honesty.
"Don't worry about your pubic hair. It will grow back," she replied as she reached to grasp his stiff penis. "Just lay back and relax, and I'll lather you up and get you nice and smooth. It's important that we don't contaminate the sperm sample with any bacteria that might be on your pubic hair," she explained in a professional manner.
Mr. Roberts believed her and decided to just go along and enjoy the ride.
Before long, she had Mr. Roberts shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom. She then poured a generous amount of warming KY Jelly into the palm of her hand and began to fondle his stiff shaft while she tugged on his low hanging scrotal sac. It was almost more than Mr. Roberts could bear as he felt that familiar feeling of an orgasm beginning to boil deep within his loins. She expertly began a rhythmic up and down jerking motion on his now fully erect penis as she tugged on his sensitive balls. She made sure that each up stroke bumped the fully swollen ridge of his glans. She new that was the most sensitive location on a man's penis when fully erect.
Instinctively, Mr. Roberts reached out and ran his hand up Nurse Marsha's blouse and began to play with her large mammary glands as she continued to stroke his rigid penis and fondle his balls.
"Go ahead and touch me all you want," she cooed. "It will only help to speed things up. Do you like the way I am touching you," she asked? Mr. Roberts only moaned as her soft warm lubricated hands continued to manipulate his erection and low hanging scrotal sac. It felt good as he concentrated on her mammoth breasts, pinching her nipples, and lifting the semetrical globes and allowing them to fall heavily from his hands. Within about 30 seconds he felt obligated to announce he was ready to cum, lest he spill his seed all over Marsha's soft hands and she fail to collect a good sperm sample. What would the lovely doctor say, he thought devilishly?