The Medical Exam

After getting a little carried away with The Gym Showers this week, I've decided to use next week to focus on the older stories, instead. So, here's a little one parter that hit me whilst I was in the doctors the other day. Unfortunately for me, my doctor wasn't as handsy!

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

My old man had been a firefighter for twenty seven years. Before him, his dad had done the same, and both my uncles, too. It had become something of a family tradition, and from the time I was six years old, I knew that I wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Maybe I just wanted to be a hero. I’d always looked at the men in my family in the same way, with their uniforms and their trucks. I’d even spent nights over at the fire station, almost exploding with excitement as they hurried around at the drop of a hat.

Finally, when I’d eventually turned nineteen, it was my chance to be the hero that I’d always dreamed of. Getting in wasn’t difficult. Everybody who I needed to know, I knew. My dad’s boss was more than happy to take me on board, and the only thing standing between me and the inside of a fire truck, was a simple medical exam.

Truth be told, I’d never had a medical exam in my life. I was a fit young man, and had spent much of my childhood and teenage years playing football, soccer, baseball, swimming, wrestling, you name it! I was one of the most athletic guys I knew, but that did little to calm my nerves when my dad let me know that I had an appointment with the doctor the following Monday.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t worried that I wouldn’t pass. Hell, I couldn’t think of a single medical issue that I’d ever had before! What I was worried about, was the idea of some old man touching my balls.

What can I say? I was a private kind of guy. Life wasn’t the same now, as it was thirty or forty years ago, when guys strolled around naked in changing rooms, shooting the shit with their dicks hanging out. At least, not where I was from, anyway.

I was the type of guy to change with a towel around my waist, and I didn’t see anything wrong with that. Except, of course, that at nineteen, nobody had ever seen me naked before.

Being a ‘man’s man’, I naturally had to hide my awkwardness, as Monday rapidly approached. My folks couldn’t understand my reluctance, and I had no desire to explain it to them, so when Monday morning arrived, Dad dropped me off at the clinic, and that was that.

“What’s the name?” A middle aged woman asked from behind the counter.

“Uh… Parker” I mumbled, “Parker Matthews”.

She tapped away on her computer for a moment and pointed toward the small waiting area where another young man sat, and said “take a seat”.

I sat down and took silent deep breaths as I tried to calm my nerves. It was silly, of course, the idea that some ancient doctor was going to be even remotely bothered by my nudity, but I couldn’t shake the awkwardness.

“You here for a medical, too?” The other guy asked, and I nodded. “I’m enlisting” he told me, a smug grin on his face, “you?”

“Uh… Firefighter” was all I could manage, and he half scoffed.

“You need a medical for that?” He smirked, “what’s the country coming to when you need a medical to spray a hose?”

I glared at him. He looked like a typical arrogant asshole, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue. I ignored him instead, but he continued.

“I mean, no offence or anything, but why waste time giving you lot medicals, when they could focus on the guys who are actually keeping the country safe?”

“Let’s hope you never have a house fire” I mumbled, looking away.

“Oh yeah” he guffawed, “I’ll spend my life protecting and serving, and you’ll spend yours squirting water at fires, nice job”.

I clenched my jaw and my fists, but before I could respond, a man’s voice called out, and stopped us both.

“David Andrews”.

We both looked around, and my eyes widened. The man who stood at the door was no old man. He looked to be in his thirties, and was easily one of the most handsome people I’d ever seen. He had neat black hair, a chiselled face, beautiful eyes, and a body that bulged inside his pristine shirt.

The guy next to me slapped his knees and got to his feet.

“Well, good luck” he scoffed, “I’m sure you’ll need it”.

I didn’t respond, and instead, watched the doctor who stood with his stethoscope around his neck and waited for David to walk inside. For a split second, his stunning eyes landed on me, and I gulped hard.

As the door closed behind them, I felt my stomach sink. This had made everything worse, and now my reluctance increased ten fold.

I had almost come to terms with the idea of some old man looking at my nuts, but this guy? He was barely a decade older than me, and looked like a college frat boy! I dropped my head into my hands and squirmed on the chair.

Naturally, my suffering was prolonged by the fact that David’s medical dragged on for almost an hour. My mind raced between the image of myself standing naked in front of the doctor, and the increasingly appealing idea of running from the building and quitting my lifelong ambition of becoming a firefighter, and then just as I toyed with the idea, the door swung open, and a bull headed David stormed into the waiting area.

“This is bullshit!” He barked, as the doctor appeared nonchalantly behind him.

“David, it’s not the end of the world” he said, and I was almost certain that I could see a hint of a smile on his face. “Lot’s of people have an undescended testicle, just give it some time and we’ll try again”.

I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from cracking up as David’s face turned increasingly purple. He shot a death stare in my direction, and I shrugged.

“Maybe next time” I smiled, and he grabbed his jacket and rushed out the front door.

“Parker Matthews” the handsome doctor called, and I’d almost forgotten why I was there in the first place. I took a deep breath and got to my feet, but the walk toward the office made my legs feel like jelly.

“Go on inside” he smiled, and brushed his hand across my shoulder as I entered the neat, white office.

“My name is Doctor Ryan” he said, and held out his hand which I shook as he sat down. “I see you’re here for a medical examination, so let’s start off with some basic questions, alright?”

He was the youngest doctor I’d ever come across in my life. He didn’t even look like a doctor. He looked like some fitness model who had found himself in a doctor’s surgery for the first time, yet the certificates around the walls left no doubt in my mind.

“Are you sexually active, Parker?” He asked, and the bluntness of the first question caught me off guard.

“Oh uh… I um…” I gulped, and Dr. Ryan smiled.

“Take a deep breath” he said, “this is all just part of the report, okay?”

I nodded and took his advice.

“No, sir” I said, and he marked a box and moved on.

“Do you smoke or drink?”

“No, sir”.

“Are you allergic to anything that you know of?”

“No, sir”.

“Do you take drugs, legal or otherwise?”

“No, sir”.

“Any history of heart disease in your family?”

“No, sir”.

The questions continued for a while, and by the time he was finished, he smiled at me. “Well, judging by your score on that” he chuckled, “you’re perfectly healthy!”

I let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps that was all I was going to have to do.

“Now we’ll begin the physical” he added, and my body tensed up. “If you’d just pop your t-shirt off for me, please” he said, and slid his chair right next to me as he slipped the stethoscope into his ears.

Awkwardly, I peeled my t-shirt off and gasped lightly when the cold head pressed against the warm flesh over my pec. “A nice deep breath, please” he said, and I obeyed. “And another. And another”.

He ran the coin back and forth over my chest, before sliding it down my back and doing the same. There was something awkwardly pleasant about it, but I kept my mind on my breathing until he was finished.

“Now, Parker” he said, “if you could just lift your arms and place your hands around the back of your head, please”.

I did so, and waited for the doctor to pull on a pair of gloves, but instead, he placed his bare hand on my chest, and began to push his fingers into my flesh.

“Any discomfort or tightness?” He asked, as he felt every inch of me.

“Uh… No, sir” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burn.

“Excellent, it looks like you work out, huh?”

I nodded and he smiled. “Good, now if you’d like to get undressed, we can move to the next stage”.

It was the moment I’d been dreading since I’d heard about the medical. My heart sped up once again as I shimmied from the bed and reluctantly unzipped my jeans. Dr. Ryan paid no attention, and typed something on his computer.

By the time I stood in my underwear, I began to wonder if this was all worth it. The young doctor turned around and smiled at me.

“I learned a lot in medical school” he said, and rolled his chair closer to me again, “but I didn’t learn how to see through boxer shorts, I’m afraid”. Without another word, Dr. Ryan pulled my underwear to my ankles, and my body froze.

“You must play a lot of sport, Parker, huh?” He said, and once again, with his bare hand, he began to press his fingers around my groin, barely avoiding my flaccid cock.

“I uh… I… I um… Yeah”.

“Football, baseball?” He asked, sliding his fingers between my legs, pushing and prodding my flesh.

“Both, and uh… Lots… Lots of sport”.

“Any pain or discomfort in your testicles?” He asked, and took my ball sack into his hand, slowly massaging each one as my knees buckled.

“Nope!”

“No sensitivity, nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Fuck… I mean, sorry… No”

He chuckled, but held my balls in his palm and ran his fingers around each one. I could feel the sweat begin to form over my brow as I desperately imagined the most putrid things that I could.

“Any pain or discomfort in your penis?” He asked, and I had no time to comprehend the question, as his fingers closed around my cock and peeled back my foreskin.

“Oh… I uh… No, no pain”.

“No discomfort?”

“No, sir” I gasped.

I knew it was happening and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop it. The more Dr. Ryan examined my cock, the harder it became, and so I did the only thing I could think of, and closed my eyes, willing the whole thing to be over.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, still holding my cock, “happens to the best of us”.

“Uh huh” I squirmed, refusing to look down as my erection remained in his hands.

“Let me ask you something, Parker” he continued, and I shivered as his thumb brushed across my exposed cock head. “How is a handsome, athletic nineteen year old like you not sexually active?”

The question rattled me even more. Was this a normal line of questioning in a medical exam? I opened one eye, and watched as he looked up at me. God, he was hot.

“I uh… I don’t know” I lied, because the truth was that nobody knew that it wasn’t women I was interested in.

“I see” he replied, but there was something about his voice that sounded devious. “Lie back on the bed there, and pull your knees to your chest, please”.

I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that he finally released my throbbing cock, or upset about it. I covered it with my hands and lay down on the bed, and as I pulled my knees to my chest, I realised what was happening next.

“Are you uh… Are you touching my ass?” I asked, because I could think of no other way to phrase the question. He turned back around as he slathered his bare fingers in lubricant, and chuckled.

“I am” he said, and without a word, he ran his wet finger over my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped, and apologised instantly. He laughed again, and edged the tip of his finger into me.

“Take a nice deep breath for me, Parker” he said, using one hand to spread my ass cheek apart, and the other to finger my hole.

I pulled air into my lungs as my sphincter stretched around his knuckle, and a moment later I felt a sharp dart rush through my groin.

“Very healthy prostate” he told me, prodding at it and causing fluid to drool from my hard cock onto my stomach. I couldn’t even speak. My entire body was drenched in sweat as he continued to examine my most sensitive area.

“Everything looks perfectly normal down here” he continued, disappearing between my legs as I held back moans. “nothing to be concerned about at all”.

Despite the fact that I was apparently perfectly normal, Dr. Ryan continued to stroke my prostate, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t somewhat enjoying the sensation. I had to grip the back of my knees again, to stop my sweaty hands from letting them go, and as I did, the doctor took my hard cock into his hand once more, and my eyes widened.

“Just making sure everything is functioning as it should” he smiled, and slowly began to stroke me as he massaged my insides.

“Oh shit” I whimpered, squeezing my own flesh as he coaxed more pre from my swollen cock.

“Yep” he nodded, speeding up slightly, “no issues here”.

My eyes rolled back. This had quickly become the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, and the faster that Dr. Ryan pleasured me, the closer I came to orgasm.

“I think a sample might be required” he smiled, and plucked a small clear container into his hand before unscrewing the lid and placing it down next to me. He grabbed my cock again, stroking it even faster now as he fingered my hungry hole, and just minutes later, I orgasmed on the bed.

“There we go” he said, still finger fucking my ass as he held the container around my cock head, and we both watched as thick ropes of sperm squirted from me and began to fill it.

My entire body shook and jerked violently as he milked every drop of cum from my body. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, but the orgasm continued to pulse through me, until finally, I went limp.

“That’s a nice sized sample” he said, screwing the cap on as he placed my cum on his desk. I remained in place, naked, sweaty and breathless.

“We’re all set, Parker” he continued, “you can get dressed now”.

Somewhat blindly, I slipped from the bed and dressed in a haze. My head spun as I zipped up my jeans and pulled on my t-shirt, and all I could do was gawp at the handsome doctor and the container of my cum.

“D… Did I pass?” I asked, still shaky.

He turned around and grinned at me. “You did” he said, “with flying colours, might I add”.

I nodded. Part of me wanted to return the favour and drop to my knees between his legs.

“I’ll schedule you back for another exam in six months” he said, and I cocked a brow. “Twice a year, every year” he winked, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

Perhaps medicals weren’t so bad after all.