Sara's Newest Patient Pt. 01

Amelia opened the door to the clinic waiting room and looked at her clipboard. "Adam Morgan," she called, looking around for her next patient.

A young man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes stood up from his seat and approached her. He wore a faded black T-shirt and jeans, his physique showing off a lean, muscular build. Amelia led him into the examination room, where she would take his vital signs and then send him back to see Dr. Sara Morgan.

Dr. Sara Morgan, a well-respected urologist and sexologist, was seated at her desk in the corner of her office, surrounded by charts and graphs, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders.

She wore a white lab coat, her green eyes focused intently on the computer screen before her. In the examination room adjacent to her office, Amelia carefully took Adam's vital signs.

Adam felt slightly nervous as he stepped into the clinic. The last time he had been here, he was just a child, coming for regular checkups with his mom. Now, he felt more vulnerable than ever before. Dr. Sara Morgan, his mother, was renowned in her field, which made him feel even more exposed. His mother knew so much about the human body, especially when it came to matters below the waist. Adam wondered if she already suspected something was wrong with him.

Amelia escorted Adam to the examination room, where she took his blood pressure and heart rate.

Feeling uneasy, Adam couldn't help but wonder what his mother might discover today. Despite his apprehension, he trusted Dr. Sara completely; she had always provided him with sound advice and guidance over the years. As they waited for Dr. Sara to finish her paperwork, Amelia offered him a cold glass of water, trying to calm his nerves.

Dr. Sara finally entered the examination room, wearing her characteristic white lab coat and a determined expression. She greeted Adam warmly, attempting to put him at ease with her familiarity.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm so happy you felt comfortable enough to book an appointment with me."

"Thanks, Mom," Adam replied, blushing slightly under his mother's gaze.

"So what made you decide to come see me today?" Sara asked, making sure to maintain eye contact with her son. Adam hesitated, unsure how to start the conversation. It wasn't easy discussing such personal issues with his mother, especially since she had dedicated her life to understanding human sexuality.

"Well, lately, I've noticed that my... um... you know, stuff is coming out a lot more than usual," Adam confessed, gesturing towards his crotch area. Dr. Sara nodded sympathetically, acknowledging her son's discomfort.

"Do you mean when you urinate? Or something else?" she asked. Adam shifted uneasily in his chair.

"No, it's when I...do...you know, self-pleasure things," he said, his voice trailing off quietly.

"That sounds like quite a challenge, dear. I'm sure you're feeling concerned about this. So when did you first notice this issue?" Dr. Sara asked, her voice now filled with concern.

Adam shrugged and said, "It's been happening for about three weeks now, but I didn't want to bother you with it." He paused for a moment, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. "But it happens every time I...you know...masturbate."

As Adam spoke, Dr. Sara observed his facial expressions closely, trying to determine whether there were other factors contributing to his problem. "And about how much semen are we talking about?" she asked. 

"The first time it happened, I think there was almost...I don't know...a quarter of a cup? I mean, I didn't measure it or anything," he chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease his nerves. "But it seems to have gotten worse over time."  Dr. Sara winced, clearly concerned about the amount her son was producing.

"That is a significant increase in volume, Adam. I haven't personally had any cases such as yours before."

Adam's face turned pale, fear gripping him tightly. "Is there something seriously wrong with me? What can we do about it?"

Dr. Sara tried to reassure her son. "We will figure this out together, okay" Adam nodded, relieved that he had finally got this out on the table. "First, we're going to need to examine you. I'm going to start with your penis and scrotum. After that, I'm going to need to perform a prostate exam. Is that okay?" Adam nodded. "Okay, I'm going to leave the room with Ms. Amelia and you can get undressed completely. When you're done, please put on the examination gown and we'll come back in. Okay, see you in a few minutes." Sara and Amelia stepped out of the office, closing the door behind them.

Adam, now alone in the room, quickly removed his clothes and donned the examination gown. He adjusted himself to ensure maximum comfort while waiting for his mother and Amelia to return.

Feeling a mixture of anxiety and curiosity, Adam tried to occupy his mind with mundane thoughts. However, the anticipation of his mother examining him was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. As time passed, his breath quickened, and his pulse raced. Finally, a knock came at the door and Sara and Amelia stepped in.

Sara gave Adam a reassuring smile, her green eyes twinkling with concern. "Alright, let's begin the examination," she said softly. "So I'd like you to lie back and put your feet together and let your knees fall apart. This is called the butterfly position." Sara grabbed her examination stool and rolled it in front of Adam.

Adam felt his heart pound in his chest as he lay down on the examination table. Dr. Sara positioned herself near his groin, taking care to maintain a respectful distance. With steady hands, she lifted his penis, observing its texture and color closely. She looked at the shaft and head of his penis closely, looking for any abnormalities. Satisfied, she moved on to his scrotum.

With gentle fingers, she checked for any lumps or swelling. "Is there anything different about the way it feels? Any pain or discomfort?" Adam shook his head, unsure how to answer. "Just a little sensitive sometimes, but nothing too bad." Sara nodded thoughtfully, continuing her examination. She lifted his testicles and let them rest in the palm of her hand, feeling the weight of them. She then wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of his scrotum and pulled down gently. "Any pain when I do this, Adam?"

Sara probed, gently squeezing one of his testicles between her thumb and index finger. Adam grimaced slightly but shook his head again. "Only a little bit. Nothing major." Sara released his testicle and moved onto the next one. She repeated the process, checking each one thoroughly for any abnormalities.

"Now, it's time for the prostate exam," Sara announced, her tone slightly more serious. "For this, I'll have you roll over onto your tummy."

She placed a small pillow beneath Adam's hips, elevating them slightly. "Please slide down until you're at the foot of the table." Adam followed her instructions, feeling slightly anxious as he positioned himself. He felt completely exposed as he realized his mother had a direct view of everything private on his body.

Sara reached for the lubricant, spreading a generous amount on her gloved fingers. "Amelia, will you give me a hand?" Amelia complied and placed both hands on Adam's bum, spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his anus even more.

"Okay, Adam. I'm going to slide a finger into your anus and find your prostate gland. Once I locate it, I'm going to palpate it and massage it gently for a few minutes. This might feel uncomfortable at first. You may feel the urge to urinate or you might find it's actually a pleasant sensation. It's different for every person. Then I'm going to reach a little deeper in order to feel your seminal vesicles. Do you have any questions?" Adam shook his head.

Sara placed the tip of her finger against Adam's anal opening. "Ok, he we go," she said as she slowly let her finger slide inside.

Adam felt a slight pinch at first, followed by a burning sensation. He gritted his teeth, trying to bear the discomfort. Sara began to explore Adam's prostate gland, occasionally pressing against it and rubbing it from side to side.

"So far, so good," Dr. Morgan said. Then she rhythmically stroked his prostate from different angles for several minutes. Adam couldn't do anything to stop the reaction, but his penis started to harden. Without anywhere to go, his erection now pressed firmly against the side of the examination table, pointing straight down at the office floor. Sara cleared her throat as she noticed her son's erect penis.

"Adam, it's common for men to get an erection during a physical examination, especially a prostate exam, so don't feel concerned." She looked down at his exposed form, struggling to maintain eye contact. She couldn't help but admire how large his penis was. She hadn't seen it in over a decade. Now it was merely inches from her face as she continued to milk his prostate. She shifted in her chair uneasily. It was certainly a little awkward having her son exposed in this manner, but she had done this exam on hundreds of patients before.

Adam's face flushed crimson, embarrassment etched deeply into his features. "I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered, attempting to look away from her.

Sara understood her son's discomfort and attempted to lighten the atmosphere. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's perfectly natural for these things to happen during exams." She paused, her eyes searching for the right words. "You should also know that I've seen it all before, both as a physician and a mother." Feeling somewhat comforted, Adam managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Mom."

Sara carefully slid two fingers deep into Adam's rectum, pressing against his prostate more firmly. "Okay, now I'm going to feel for your seminal vesicles and check for any abnormalities. Also, my goal will be to try and milk out some of your semen. We can then send it to the lab for analysis.  You may start to feel some fluid moving inside of you, a little pressure. We're trying to get some of it to come out of you. Again, this is perfectly normal." His penis throbbed harder against the table as his mother explained this intimate procedure.

Adam wanted to cover his face with shame but found himself mesmerized by his mother's expertise. He couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so weird. This was his mother! His cock twitched and leaked a little precum, sending a trickle of wetness down the side of the table.

The room was silent except for the occasional cough and the soft murmur of their breathing. Sara maintained her professional demeanor, and focused solely on the task at hand. Amelia stood behind Dr. Morgan, observing the exam. She had a clear view of Dr. Morgan's fingers penetrating his anus. She also had a great view of Adam's swollen scrotum and erect penis. She admired this arousing display silently, ensuring that she remained professional as well.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. In the background, Amelia could sense the electricity in the air. She felt a surge of desire, aroused by the scene unfolding before her. Her gaze flickered between Adam's rigid member and her boss's focused expression. The sound of Adam's rapid breathing filled the quiet room.

Sara continued milking Adam's prostate, watching as his body reacted involuntarily to her expert touch. His erection grew steadily firmer, as did his excitement.

"Any pain, Adam?" asked Sara.

Amelia saw the hesitation in Adam's eyes. She knew he was uncomfortable discussing such intimate matters with his mother. But Adam knew it was important to tell his mom if he experienced any pain or discomfort.

"Well, not exactly pain, just a bit of pressure." He admitted. "But it feels kinda nice too, especially when you're doing that thing with my prostate." Sara smiled warmly at her son, understanding his awkwardness. She appreciated his honesty.

"That's good to hear. And don't worry; this is totally normal." She gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his embarrassment.

Amelia watched intently as Sara expertly manipulated Adam's prostate, her fingers curled tightly inside him, her thumb pressed firmly against his perineum.

Adam felt a warm churning inside him. "Mom?" he gasped. "I'm feeling something happening." Sara's eyes smiled.

"Oh good!" she said. "I think this is working then. What you're feeling is semen building up." Adam listened intently, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Normally, when you feel that build-up of pressure, that's your body preparing for release. It's your seminal vesicles and prostate gland, both producing fluid that makes semen. Once they are full, they start pumping the semen into your ejaculatory ducts. When your ejaculatory ducts are full, a signal then travels to your spine, causing an automatic reaction, telling your pelvic muscles to squeeze and release, forcing the semen out of your penis in spurts. Pretty amazing stuff, huh?" Sara explained, her voice gentle yet authoritative.

"You know what?" she said suddenly, looking sideways at Amelia. "I think we're just going to try and get him to ejaculate for us. There's no reason not to. Normally, I would just express some of the fluid out, but I would prefer a full semen sample today to study, as well as observe the force and volume of his ejaculation." Sara blushed as she explained this intimate procedure in front of her son. "Amelia, will you get that beaker ready to collect Adam's semen?" she asked.

Amelia walked across the room and took the clear glass beaker from the table. When she returned, she held the beaker in front of her, waiting for further instruction.

"Now, Adam, I want you to focus on your breathing. Try to relax and let your body guide the rest." Sara tried to keep her voice steady despite the intimacy of the situation. "It's not something to be ashamed of. If you feel yourself reaching orgasm, please give us a heads-up," Sara instructed Adam.

As the tension built inside him, Adam's penis became even harder and angrier, almost seemingly eager to explode. His mother's explanation of the human male ejaculation process had heightened his arousal and curiosity.

He began to breathe heavily, feeling his heartbeat racing. His thoughts turned to his mother's professional demeanor, and how she handled this situation with such care and understanding. He also thought about the nurse, Amelia, who was there to assist his mother. She was a beautiful woman, appearing to be around 25 years old. She had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. She seemed fascinated by the procedure, observing closely and occasionally offering assistance. Adam couldn't help but notice her keen interest, and it only served to make him even more anxious, yet somehow excited.

Amelia, however, remained focused on the task at hand, diligently recording data as Sara guided Adam through the process. She made sure to maintain eye contact with Sara, communicating through subtle gestures that she was fully committed to her role as a medical professional. Sara acknowledged her efforts with a subtle nod, appreciating her support in this unusual situation.

"Amelia dear, will you go ahead and grasp Adam's penis firmly and hold the beaker in front of his penis?" Sara asked. "Now when he ejaculates, I need you to count each squirt out loud for me. We need to document the amount of contractions he has."

Amelia nodded, taking position behind Adam, and wrapped her delicate fingers firmly around his shaft, just below the head. She pointed his penis downward at the empty beaker. Her grip was firm but gentle, allowing her to maintain control while also giving Adam some comfort. She marveled at how warm and firm his penis felt in her hand. It gave her a small head rush. She could feel his veins pressed firmly against her fingers, pulsating with his heartbeat. She kept shifting her fingers slightly around his shaft, allowing her to feel more of his erect member.

Adam looked nervously at his mother and then down at his own erection, as Amelia held him firmly in her grip. Their eyes met briefly, and Amelia's bright green spheres darted away quickly, embarrassed at the interaction. He felt the pressure building within him, a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Adam's penis quivered slightly, as if trying to break free from its confines. The sensation was both exhilarating and frightening.

Adam's body trembled, his muscles tensing. His penis pulsed rapidly with each passing second, desperate to reach the crescendo. As the intense pleasure overwhelmed him, his heart raced faster, thudding loudly in his ears. Amelia held his penis firmly, guiding it towards the waiting beaker below. Sara observed closely, making sure they were on track. She watched as Amelia held onto his shaft tightly, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Sara's fingers continued to massage Adam's prostate deeply. She could feel it swelling and pressing tightly against her fingers as it rhythmically pumped semen into his ejaculatory ducts.

Sara's pulse quickened, and she tried to remain composed, focusing on the task at hand. She had always been fascinated by the male reproductive system. There was something about semen and the whole ejaculation process that intrigued her. It was absolutely beautiful. "Breathe, Adam. Relax. Let your body do what it needs to do."

Amelia was lost in the erotic spectacle before her. Her heart raced, and her palms were sweaty. She could barely contain her arousal, her body aching with a desire to explore Adam's body further. She secretly wished it was her fingers inside him. Amelia watched as her hands trembled slightly, clutching Adam's shaft tightly. She couldn't wait to feel his penis jerk, pumping copious amounts of semen out of it. The idea sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened, her clit throbbed, and her pussy was drenched with moisture.

"Adam, I can feel your prostate and seminal vesicles pumping. The pressure is building up in your ejaculatory ducts. It's quite amazing!" Sara said, smiling " You're almost there, sweetheart. Breathe deeply, Adam. Relax your body." Sara was grateful she had such sensitive fingertips. This allowed her to feel everything that was going on inside of her patients when she examined them.

Sara's soothing words echoed in Adam's ears as he focused on his breathing. Amelia, her eyes fixated on the beaker beneath Adam's penis.

As the seconds ticked by, the room seemed to grow increasingly charged with sexual energy. Adam found himself struggling to maintain his concentration amidst the heightened tension.

His arousal only intensified as he felt the powerful urge to release. Sweat dripped down his face, staining his exam gown. His muscles flexed involuntarily, responding to the impending orgasm. His heartbeat roared in his ears, the rhythm becoming increasingly erratic.

Sara continued to manipulate Adam's prostate, eliciting groans of satisfaction from her patient. Adam's breath hitched, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.

He could feel the familiar tugging and pulling sensation as his testicles drew upwards. The pressure in his scrotum increased as the first surge of semen rushed forward. Adam clenched his teeth, trying to bear the painful pressure that threatened to engulf him.

Sara saw the change in her son's demeanor and knew it was time to act. She squeezed his prostate gland one last time, eliciting a sharp cry from Adam.

"Okay Mom," he cried. Sara quickly removed her finger from Adam's anus and wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of his scrotum, pulling his testicles away from his body gently. She knew that this would help put him over the edge. With her other hand, she used the pad of her thumb to gently massage his perineum.

Amelia couldn't help but watch as Adam's body tensed, anticipating the moment when his orgasm would take over. His hips bucked slightly, a small tremor moving through his frame. His back arched, muscles straining as he succumbed to the surge of power building within him. Sara's heart raced, excitement bubbling up within her now. She knew this moment was special, unique. The intensity of their shared experience heightened the connection between them.