~Subject: Story : The New Doctor version 3
~From: jupiter <jupiter@CyberKing.be>
~Date: Fri, 07 Jun 1996 19:41:03 +0200
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories



The New Doctor
The Uncut Version : No. 3 
(med exam/mf)


     I hate doctor visits

     Am I the only 36 year old who hates to go to the doctor? Last 
month I had a miserable cold. It just wouldn't go away. Finally I 
decided to go to a doctor just to get some pills. So I called the HMO 
that I belong to through my company. They asked who my doctor was and I 
said I didn't have one because I never got sick! So they assigned me to 
somebody and gave me an appointment.

     I arrive feeling nervous and edgy. I just hate going to doctors. 
I don't really know why. I just can't stand some guy probing and 
prodding me and sticking his fingers who knows where. Well I enter the 
office of this doctor and look around. The office is fairly bare. There 
is nothing on the walls and there are cardboard boxes piled here and 
there around the office. It looks like someone just moved in. A very 
young enthusiastic looking woman gets up from behind the desk and 
quickly approaches me. She presents her hand and smiles. "I'm doctor 
McFadden," she says and gives me the kind of handshake that leaves your 
hand wanting more.

     Dr. McFadden is about 32 or so and she tells me she just started 
with this clinic. She has been out of residency for a total of one 
month! She has vivid blue eyes and I notice she has no wedding band. I 
think to myself that this gal must be a real heartbreaker After all, She 
is a physician, about 5 foot 8 inches tall, long black straight hair, 
deep blue eyes, and a great smile. I can tell she likes to work out by 
the way her white shirt stretches across her breasts and bags out across 
her waist. No doubt a washboard stomach goes with those lovely breasts, 
and tight ass. She sits down at her desk and takes out a piece of paper. 
I tell her I'm only here to get a prescription because of my cold.

     "Well how long has it been since you had a complete physical?" 
She asks. Stupidly, I say I can't even remember the last time I was in a 
doctor's office. Dr. McFadden has virtually no patients except for me 
and, as I will soon learn, wants to try out everything she has been 
taught in school.

     The inquisition begins. Nothing passes her scrutiny. She asks 
about my family, how much exercise I get (some when I can), whether I 
drink, smoke, and how my sex life is going. I tell her trying to be 
funny : "What sex life? I only came in because of a stuffy nose!"

     Next thing I know she ushers me into the next office for a 
checkup. OK, I say, at least now I will get this over with and get my 
pills. She walks in behind me, opens up a drawer and pulls out one of 
those thin, green gowns that patients wear. "Take off all of your 
clothes and put this on," she says then turns to walk out the door. 
Great! Just what I wanted. To be totally poked and prodded. And, oh God, 
I hope she isn't into that prostate exam, shit.

     She comes back in and asked me to sit up on the bench. Well by 
this time I've got the gown on and it is hanging completely open in the 
back. (Who on earth can figure out how to tie those things shut.) She 
looks in my nose, throat and ears. Then she fumbles with the gown so 
that it falls off my shoulders and drops into my lap as I'm seated. A 
cold stethoscope is quickly pushed against several parts of my chest. 
Her soft firm hands grip my back as she listens to the sound of my 
heart. By now my heart beat must be high because I feel totally 
vulnerable and nervous. I'm not sure what is coming next but I'm sure I 
won't like it. She completes the requisite steps such as the rubber 
hammer to the knee. I oblige with the necessary kick : OK so my reflexes 
are not broke. Now she asks me to lay down. I fear the worst is yet to 
come.

     "Why don't you just lay back," she says as I see her pull a 
rubber glove over her right hand. "Just let me pull this up a little," 
she says as the green gown, which is now bunched up in a pile over my 
crotch is pulled up to my chest exposing my groin. Since I am not really 
wearing it anyway, she just takes it completely away leaving me naked on 
the examination table. "Does this hurt?" she asks as she gently lifts my 
testicles in her left hand.

     "No, I feel fine."

     "Well just tell me if anything hurts," she instructs. By this 
time she has pushed my penis up against my stomach and is holding it 
there with her right hand. Her thumb and fore finger gently hold both 
sides of my penis just below the glans while her left hand slowly and 
deliberately massages each testicle, in turn, though my sagging scrotum. 
She then turns her attention to my penis.

     "I see that you're not circumcised." she remarks. "I haven't had 
a chance to examine many like that yet."

     "Well...., aah that's just..... the way I am.... I guess.." I 
reply rather lamely. I mean it IS rather obvious I'd think with her 
feeling me all over. Still, unfazed the doctor continues to given her 
undivided attention to my organ. Her fingers are around my glans and  
she is delicately pulling my prepuce downwards. 

     "Do you ever have blood or puss in your urine?" she asks.

     "No," is my stoic reply as I just cringe. After all I only came 
in for some pills.

     Not to be dissuaded, she continues with her interrogation. "When 
you have an erection, do you ever have any pain?"

     "No problem there," I reply, "But I haven't had sex in a long 
time. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment."

     "Any problem retracting your foreskin ? Can you uncover your 
glans easily ?"

     "Well, it can be a bit sensitive at times."

     "Do you masturbate often?"

     Taken totally by surprise, and now, totally uptight, I reply, 
"No, not really. Why do you ask?"

     "Well, because there is a little redness just around the opening 
of your prepuce. And I notice that there appears to be some minor 
chafing and some small red lines," says Dr. McFadden.

     A red glow rises in my cheeks and a fire warm feeling flows from 
my neck up to my forehead. "I sometimes get a little sore there," I 
respond.

     "When you are erect, is it easy to retract your foreskin and 
bare your glans ?" she asks.

     My mouth hangs open in amazement. Is this woman for real? I only 
want some pills! But I sheepishly reply, "No not really. I guess I'm 
kind of narrow." By this time I wish I could just crawl under a rock. 
And to make matters worst, I start to feel a little sensation in my 
balls and penis as I start getting a little hard.

     "How come you weren't circumcised at birth?" she asks.

     "I was born overseas and apparently the hospital staff thought 
it a barbaric custom, or so I've always been  told," I sheepishly reply 
trying to be witty.

     "I've always felt that there is no real justification for 
circumcision if you wash regularly and keep your genitals clean. But 
apparently is was an accepted practice among physicians. I really think 
that they just wanted to discourage masturbation by young boys. Speaking 
of which, do you ever have any rawness when you masturbate?" she asks.

Wishing I could shrivel up and die, I reply "Well, I guess sometimes. 
But I usually use hand cream. Otherwise I do get a little sore."

     "Can you pull the skin all the way down ?"

     "Not always, I really have to take my time about it and 
lubricate myself well."

"I should really check this out. You just relax", she says as my 
obviously growing member begins to fill her hand. "Don't be embarrassed, 
many men get erections when their penis is touched. After all, you are 
only 36. You are still in your sexual prime. And not having sex 
recently, you will probably be easily stimulated."

She removes both gloves and takes my now three quarter erect penis 
between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She runs her left 
fore finger along the underside of my penis from the top of my hairy 
ball sack up to and over my glans and up to my pee hole. "Do you find 
the skin above your corona to be more sensitive than the shaft skin 
below?" she asks.

"Sure," I say as she continues to run her finger slowly up and down the 
underside of my penis.

By now I am fully hard and my breathing is nearly panting. I can sense 
that pre-come is beginning to seep out of my urethra.

     "Sometimes the prepuce opening can become too small for an erect 
adult member. Ideally all uncircumcised boys should routinely retract 
their foreskin and practice uncovering their glans penis, but I suppose 
many parents are a bit prudish about that."

Without saying a word, she continues to focus her eyes on my penis. I 
can feel her touching the flared rim of my glans with her fore finger as 
she slowly circles the entire circumference of my cock head. She dips 
her finger into the small pool of pre-come that is starting to pool at 
the entrance to my pee hole. With her wet finger, she retraces a circle 
around the rim of my flared glans. Then she continues very slowly down 
an inch until she reaches my rimmed corona. Then she inserts her finger 
into the opening and proceeds to feel under the skin of my prepuce. It 
feels odd but pleasant, and it is something I have never thought of 
doing myself. She pushes her finger all the way to my sensitive rim and 
circles my glans. It is so sensitive that I almost jerk away. She smiles 
at this and says that maybe applying a  desensitizing cream could help.

She now releases my penis, but it defies gravity by poking directly at 
the ceiling. Her deep blue eyes look directly into my face and she 
smiles broadly. She clearly enjoys her job. I wish I could say the same!

"Let me see just how tight the skin is," she says mostly to herself. She 
now grips my erect throbbing penis with her soft, firm right hand. The 
back of her hand is toward my face and I see smooth veins crisscross 
under the tanned tight skin. Her touch is very gentle and she knows 
exactly where to grip so that adequate skin is both above and below her 
fist to allow a smooth stroke. I watch as she carefully closes her grip 
a quarter of an inch below my glans. In a gentle, slow stroke she pushes 
the taught skin up until it bunches under my glans. She forces the skin 
up as far as it will go until I feel a twinge of pain. In doing so, my 
scrotum is pulled a quarter of the way up along my shaft.

"You're quite right. There's not much of an opening there to slide back 
and forth through. Let me see just what type of uncovering there is," 
she says as she slowly pushes the skin back toward my balls. Suddenly, 
she jerks the skin hard. I jump a little as I feel the shaft skin 
suddenly pull taught dragging the flared rim of my glans down so that it 
appears as a minor hill along a smooth landscape.

"Some physicians would recommend circumcision to remedy this condition 
but I think it can be corrected by manual stretching and regular 
applications of the right skin lotion just as well. It may take a bit 
longer but it will be a less painful solution. And I don't suppose you'd 
care to loose the sensitivity in the tip of penis either. Besides having 
a prepuce can provide some extra stimulation for your partner. When you 
have intercourse you should please a woman pretty well. Your taught skin 
should provide a lot of friction," she comments like a proud admirer 
might comment about a friend's vintage car. She turns her gaze toward me 
and her beautiful white teeth gleam as she stares into my eyes.

By now pre-ejaculate is leaking down my man shaft like a dripping faucet 
that has needed the attention of a plumber for a long time. Her bare 
hand has become lubricated so that when she pushed her hand up to the 
edge of my flared rim, the rim easily slides under the edges of her firm 
grip. Only the tight shaft skin stops her hand from caressing the purple 
mushroom head. Back and forth, and back and forth goes her powerful grip 
alternatively stretching my shaft skin to its physical limits. 
Involuntarily my back arches. A rush of air hisses through my nostrils 
as I suddenly breath in a violent rush of air. My clenched teeth and 
tightly shut lips prevent any air from entering my lungs through my 
mouth. Sensing that I may be on the verge of coming, Dr. McFadden stops 
her rhythmic strokes. I can feel sweat puddling between the small of my 
back and the leather covered examination table.

In a desperate attempt to distract my attention I ask, "Do women get 
circumcised?"

"Oh, Yes," she replies. "In some cultures, especially in Africa It is 
virtually universally done to ensure they do not become promiscuous or 
addicted to sexual pleasure," she answers casually, perfectly at ease 
discussing either the circumcision of my penis or her vagina. "Some 
women in the West have it done in order to achieve better orgasms, I 
don't have that problem though." His relaxed attitude relieves some of 
my anxiety and genuine curiosity overtakes me.

"Are many men uncircumcised ?" I ask. 

"Oh yes and certainly when you look at it on a global basis," she 
replies, "As a matter of fact, in most countries circumcision is not a 
routine practice and when it is practiced it's usually a matter of 
religion. It really makes very little difference to sexual enjoyment 
though. In your case, however, I would recommend using a skin cream to 
give your prepuce some more elasticity. The glans opening is so tight 
that you are causing slight tears in the skin immediately around it. Try 
not masturbating with a dry hand. Or at least don't yank on the skin so 
violently," she casually comments as if she were talking about the 
latest sports scores.

As she stands next to the examination table I can see the outline of her 
nipples poking through her bra and blouse The outline is fairly clear 
through her hospital white blouse. And I become conscious of my cock 
again.

"You've got a particularly thick and long penis. And I've rarely seen a 
penis whose veins bulge out as much as yours do," said Dr. McFadden. Her 
brow turned up in a frown of interest and she once again began 
concentrating on my throbbing member. "For example, this vein here 
protrudes out quite remarkably," she said as she placed her right 
forefinger against a crooked blue vein that bulges out the side of my 
cock covered tightly by my circumcision scarred skin. "That would, no 
doubt, give quite a bit of added stimulation during intercourse."

Dr. McFadden, once again gripped my throbbing member. "Spread your legs 
a little more," she said, obviously intending to continue her 
examination. "Have you had a prostate exam before?"

"Yeah," I replied with a groan. "They are always great fun."

Recognizing my sarcasm, Dr. McFadden laughed. "Oh, it's not that bad. It 
will only take a second." She now removed her grip from my penis and 
slipped a rubber glove on her left hand. Her bare right hand again 
gripped my rod as if it were a hand rail to keep the skipper of a ship 
stable during a storm. She reached over and placed her left forefinger 
at the entrance of my anus.

"Just hold still," she said as she first grabbed a glob of lubricant 
from a jar on the counter next to the examination table, then placed her 
middle and first fingers right up against my sphincter. "Hold still, it 
won't hurt so much if you just relax."

With her bare right hand tightly gripping my throbbing penis, she slowly 
rotated her two fingers until they slipped painfully into my ass.

"Ohhh, that's not too comfortable," I said as her long fingers entered 
my butt.

"I'll be done in a minute," she said as the fingers of her left hand 
pushed farther into my ass. Once again, her right hand slowly begin its 
rhythmic journey up and over my veiny penis, first stretching the shaft 
skin to its limit on the up stroke then gently stretching the small band 
of remaining foreskin back toward my very taught scrotum. On each down 
stroke, I could feel my glans being stretch over the top of my rock hard 
pole as if someone were trying to pull a ski cap down through the top of 
my head. Gooey pre-come flowed like a swollen river down my shaft and 
over her tanned hand until the smooth skin on the back of her hand 
glistened from my man juices.

All of a sudden she hit my prostate. My eyes bulged as my heart skipped 
a beat. Blood pored into my swollen penis stretching its already tightly 
drawn sheath to new limits. I could barely control myself. My ass lifted 
off the table involuntarily as I pumped her right hand. I no longer 
cared what she or anyone else thought. My inhibitions and nervousness 
were overcome with animal lust. The penetration of my anus with her long 
manicured fingers had brought me to the brink of climax. I could feel 
her smooth knuckles slipping in and out past my sore sphincter. She 
continued to massage my prostate while she rhythmically pumped my oozing 
sex organ. My shaft was glowing red. And my mushroom shaped glans penis 
was boiling over with pre-come and had turned a mean shade of purple. 
Every vein on my shaft was at full mast. I could feel each of her 
muscular fingers sliding over my gnarled cock veins. My heart pounded so 
hard that it sounded like drum beats deep in my ears.

"God, I'm going to come!" I panted. "You had better ssstoppp!," I 
shouted. But it was too late. Spasms shot up from my feet through my 
calves into my buttocks. Every muscle in my body contracted. "Oh my 
Godddddd, Ahhhhhhh!!!!," I exclaimed as I felt the first spasms of semen 
begin their journey from deep in my ball sack. Rapidly the come gained 
force and momentum. My sphincter gripped her finger so hard I thought 
they would break. With a powerful lunge I arched my back, pushing my 
rocket toward the spinning ceiling. Glob after glob of thick white come 
shot from my throbbing prick. Just as the first rockets of semen spurted 
toward my chest, Dr. McFadden pulled tightly down on my man hood 
stretching my tailored penis sheath to its limit. With one powerful 
spasm after another, come flew into the air. The first jets shot right 
over my head, clearing the examination table by three feet. The later 
blasts landed solidly on my chest.

"Wow, that was unbelievable," I said.

Dr. McFadden extracted her fingers from my anus. "You seem perfectly 
healthy. Nothing appears wrong with your prostate and your reproductive 
organs are certainly functioning properly," she said with a smile. With 
a tissue she cleaned the combined goo from my penis. I was still 
perfectly hard. "I suggest that you keep your penis well lubricated in 
the future when you masturbate and you shouldn't have any problems," she 
suggested. "Consider yourself lucky. Your penis is above average in 
length and girth with nicely protruding veins. Although your glans 
opening is very tight, it shouldn't give you any trouble as long as you 
are in good hands."

I looked directly into her deep blue eyes and I could see that there was 
perspiration on her brow. Her lips were pressed into a thin line making 
an attractive smile, and she was giving off a wonderful female musk. 
Also her breath was labored. "I'll do what you say Doc," I casually 
replied.

"Oh, by the way, as a man ages the shaft skin on his penis tends to 
become somewhat tighter. We had better keep an eye on you. Yes, we 
should really keep an eye on that taught skin of yours. I think you 
better come in again for a physical in 3 months," she recommended.

"Well you're the doctor," I replied. "I guess you know best." On the way 
out of the clinic, I scheduled another exam in 12 weeks.


     This story is a modest rewrite of one of the most delightful and 
charming postings I've come across. This is one of those unpretentious 
stories that are decidedly erotic and funny at the same time, where the 
male finds himself in a very embarrassing situation and is sexually 
rewarded in the end. What more can you want ? 

I've changed the narrator's anatomy a bit and given him an uncircumcised 
penis, say for variety's sake and speaking from experience. 

Now the story I rewrote this from, was already a rewrite of a gay 
version. So as far as I know this is the third rewrite. I like to call 
it the uncut version. I don't think there are any more possibilities 
unless someone would like to write a lesbian version ? Anybody ?