Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 00:21:27 -0700
From: Dan
Subject: Escalating Repeated Prostate Exams

A physical examination with a prostate exam, it's something that's been
stewing in my mind for years. I am in my thirties, athletic and healthy.
I'd never had such an exam, and neither had any of my friends I asked. It
was a concept I found alluring and scary at the same time.

I get an email from my new doctor's office. "It's time for your annual
physical!" it says. Annual physical? I haven't had a physical since I was
in high school. I guess I've been avoiding them, plus feel healthy enough
that I figure don't need ever one. But this new insurance policy I have
tells me I have no choice. So I make an appointment and go in, feeling a
little weird about it since doctors' offices have always made me
uncomfortable.

I'm in the waiting area and I'm nervous. Eventually the doctor calls me
into the exam room. He is in his late 30s with blue eyes and a lot of
tattoos. He smiles.

"Hi, I'm doctor Pine. Looks like you're here for a physical exam."

"Yes" is all I say.

He has me put on a gown which is pretty small, reaching maybe a couple of
inches below my balls. It feels embarrassing, but the breeze down there is
stimulating.

We begin and things are smooth. Height, weight, family history, some
conversation about my sex life. I feel like I'll be out of here in a few
minutes.

Oh yeah, the hernia check. Doctor Pine sits on a stool facing my crotch and
has me pull the gown up. My large dick instantly starts to get hard. He
finishes quickly and tells me I can lower the gown, but my heart rate is
faster now.

"Ok Dean, let's get you on the table for a prostate check. Curl up on your
side."

With this, my heart begins pounding like never before. A prostate exam
seemed like a freaky distant concept that didn't apply to me, but here we
are about to actually do it. I am almost shaking from nervousness, but I do
a good job of hiding it and keeping calm.

I get onto the table and into fetal position. Doctor Pine goes over to the
side table and squeezes out a mound of lube onto a paper towel. With a glob
of it on his finger, he comes over and moves the gown away exposing my ass.
Without any warning or hesitation he inserts his finger into my ass and
hits my prostate immediately. His finger is pretty fat.

I always expected this to be painful, but in reality it feels pretty good.
He pushes into my prostate a couple of times, then goes around tracing the
edges. My dick at this point is very hard but he can't see it. I wonder if
that's why he has me in fetal position; maybe that's an office policy to
keep patients from being embarrassed by having erections.

It's over in seconds and I leave the office. I wish that had lasted longer,
but I'm pretty high from the experience anyway.

It's about a year later when I have another appointment with Doctor Pine to
have some blood samples taken. I'm not here for a physical this time, so I
should be in and out quickly.

I sit down at Doctor Pine's desk and we have a conversation my health and
habits. He gives me a bunch of paperwork. Looks like I'm going to walk out
of his office and get blood samples taken from someone in another room. I
say thanks and get ready to leave.

"Before you go, let's do a quick exam," he says suddenly.

This is happening before I have any time to think. "OK," I answer.

"Alright" he says, "just come over here and bend over the table." I unzip
my pants and pull them down. With the weight of my belt buckle, my pants
drop to the ground with a clink and I bend over and put my elbows on the
table. This is far more intense than the fetal position I was in last time.

Again Doctor Pine inserts his finger and hits my prostate. He pushes on it,
traces the edge, pushes again. His exam lasts longer but is still quick. He
pulls his finger out.

"Great. Now face me and let's check out the front." He's sitting on a stool
again and I stand in front of him with the gown raised, exposing me up to
my belly button. With gloved hands he examines my balls one by one, then my
dick, pulling back on the foreskin. It's half hard.

A big drop of precum oozes out of my dick as he squeezes it. "Ah" he says
before swabbing a sample of it to send to the lab.

My dick is throbbing, but again the exam is over.

Now dressed, and hiding the giant bulge in my crotch with my bike helmet, I
walk back into the waiting room and wait to be called in for the lab work.

Every couple minutes another doctor comes out and calls in a patient. I
look up at one point and see a doctor standing there and I'm stunned. He is
in his 20s and unbelievably attractive. With a smile he brings his patient
back. What I would give to have a physical exam from that guy, I think to
myself.

My name is called a few minutes later.

"Dean?"

I look up and see it's the extremely handsome guy from a few minutes ago. I
am beyond happy.

"Hey there, I'm Avery. We're going to take some samples today." He is very
nice with an arresting smile. We chat as he takes a blood sample then a
throat swab.

"Ok, next is the anal swab" he says. I'm thrilled to have this guy swab my
ass. But he follows with "this is a self swab. Take this into the bathroom,
insert it into your anus an inch, spin it a full spin, take it out, then
put it in this container and leave it in the box outside the restroom."

"Self test, huh? Interesting, I've never done this to myself." I'm hoping I
can get him to offer to help me, but he doesn't. I follow up with the self
swab then go home. I can't get him out of my head for the next two days.

I'm a combination of excited and nervous when I have another appointment
for an STD test a month later. I have a feeling Doctor Pine will give a
more thorough exam this time.

I show up to the office and am surprised to see who is standing outside:
Avery, the lab technician from last time I was here. He's standing there
with his bike, about to leave. We have a chat about cycling for a few
minutes, then I say bye and head into the office.

I sit down at Doctor Pine's desk and we have the same conversation about
health and habits. Then we get straight to the examination.

"Ok Dean, drop your pants and let's have a look," he says, sitting on his
stool. Gloved as usual, he examines my balls and dick, again getting
engorged with blood slowly.

"Ok, turn around." I turn and bend over the table and he prods at my hole.
Then he pulls my cheeks apart and spreads my hole open. Then he proceeds
with the prostate exam.

"I need to get a better angle. Get up on the table," he says. I'm pretty
stunned, but I oblige and get on all fours. He continues he exam from
behind me, pushing harder and causing my body to lunge forward a bit. He
pushes in a few times with more force than he has before.

"Alright, things are looking good. You can get dressed."

As I start to get off the table, my heart pounding, I notice Doctor Pine is
putting on another glove and I wonder why. He says "hold on. I want to
check one more thing. Stand in front of me again."

I stand at attention, staring at the ceiling, my dick half hard again. "I
want to check for discharge," he says, and pulls back on my foreskin. I
guess he wants another sample of precum.

"It comes out of me right away sometimes, and sometimes it takes awhile," I
tell him.

He starts moving back and fourth with his fingers, pulling my foreskin
across my shaft. I realize he is basically going to stroke my dick until
precum emerges. A couple of minutes in, nothing is coming out. I'm a bit
self conscious because I'm usually fast and prolific making precum. I don't
know why it's so slow today, and I don't know what's going to happen.

"Dean, lay on the table," I'm told. I get on the steel table and lay on my
back. Doctor Pine pulls out the table extension that holds my legs. He
applies lube onto my dick and continues stroking it slowly. Within seconds
I look down and actually see a lot of precum oozing out. But he keeps
stroking.

"Pull your legs up," he says. I put my feet flat on the table, my shorts
and belt still around my ankles. With his other hand he inserts his finger
into my anus again. My brain isn't comprehending what is happening. I just
obey, and I am really starting to pant.

"Dean, get on all fours," he says. I do it.

The fluorescent lights are bright. There are people in the next room,
people in the hallway, people in the waiting area, people behind the front
desk. I am trying my best to keep quiet and calm even though my heart is
about to pound its way out of my chest. Doctor Pine continues stroking my
lubed cock that's so hard it feels like it might burst. He continues
massaging my prostate while my ass is arched up towards the ceiling.

Eventually I realize I'm about to cum. Every muscle in my body feels like a
coiled rubber band. My asshole tightens. My dick feels like a volcano about
to erupt. Each time his finger hits my prostate a throbbing wave of
intensity pulses through every nerve in my body. I am panting, whimpering,
shaking, and finally a massive load shoots out of me and all over the
table. I've been holding it for a week. The amount of cum is a massive
puddle beneath me.

Doctor Pine hands me two tissues and walks over to his desk. It takes me a
minute to get off the table, wipe up and get dressed.

"See you next time" is all he says, and I leave, stunned.