From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The New Doctor (MF, mast, med exam)
Date: 27 Oct 1996 15:37:10 GMT

			    The New Doctor

	I hate doctor visits

	Am I the only thirty-six 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 thirty-two 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 5'8", 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 escapes 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 asks 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 lie down. I fear the worst
is yet to come.

	"Why don't you just lie 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 it 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 thirty-six. 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 pushes 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." Her 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," says
Dr. McFadden.

	Her brow turns 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 says as she places her right
forefinger against a crooked blue vein that bulges out the side of my
cock covered tightly by my uncircumcision-scarred skin. "That would,
no doubt, give quite a bit of added stimulation during intercourse."

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

	"Yeah," I reply 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 removes her grip from
my penis and slips a rubber glove on her left hand. Her bare right
hand again grips my rod as if it were a hand rail to keep the skipper
of a ship stable during a storm. She reaches over and places her left
forefinger at the entrance of my anus.

	"Just hold still," she says as she first grabbed a glob of
lubricant from a jar on the counter next to the examination table,
then places 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 rotates her two fingers until they slip painfully into my
ass.

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

	"I'll be done in a minute," she says as the fingers of her
left hand push farther into my ass. Once again, her right hand slowly
begins 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 can 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 flows like a
swollen river down my shaft and over her tanned hand until the smooth
skin on the back of her hand glistens from my man juices.

	All of a sudden she hits my prostate. My eyes bulge as my
heart skips a beat. Blood pours into my swollen penis stretching its
already tightly drawn sheath to new limits. I can barely control
myself. My ass lifts off the table involuntarily as I pump her right
hand. I no longer care what she or anyone else thinks. My inhibitions
and nervousness are overcome with animal lust. The penetration of my
anus with her long manicured fingers has brought me to the brink of
climax. I can feel her smooth knuckles slipping in and out past my
sore sphincter.

	She continues to massage my prostate while she rhythmically
pumps my oozing sex organ. My shaft is glowing red. And my mushroom
shaped glans penis is boiling over with pre-come and has turned a mean
shade of purple. Every vein on my shaft is at full mast. I can feel
each of her muscular fingers sliding over my gnarled cock veins. My
heart pounds so hard that it sounds like drum beats deep in my ears.

	"God, I'm going to come!" I pant. "You had better ssstoppp!" I
shout. But it is too late. Spasms shoot up from my feet through my
calves into my buttocks. Every muscle in my body contracts. "Oh my
Godddddd, Ahhhhhhh!!!!" I exclaim as I feel the first spasms of semen
begin their journey from deep in my ball sack. Rapidly the come gains
force and momentum. My sphincter grips her finger so hard I think they
will break. With a powerful lunge I arch my back, pushing my rocket
toward the spinning ceiling. Glob after glob of thick white come
shoots from my throbbing prick.

	Just as the first rockets of semen spurt toward my chest, Dr.
McFadden pulls tightly down on my manhood, stretching my tailored
penis sheath to its limit. With one powerful spasm after another, come
flies into the air. The first jets shoot right over my head, clearing
the examination table by three feet. The later blasts land solidly on
my chest.

	"Wow, that was unbelievable," I say.

	Dr. McFadden extracts her fingers from my anus. "You seem
perfectly healthy. Nothing appears wrong with your prostate and your
reproductive organs are certainly functioning properly," she says with
a smile. With a tissue she cleans the combined goo from my penis. I am
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 suggests. "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 look directly into her deep blue eyes and I can see that
there is perspiration on her brow. Her lips are pressed into a thin
line making an attractive smile, and she is giving off a wonderful
female musk. Also her breath is labored. "I'll do what you say Doc,"
I casually reply.

	"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 three months," she
recommends.

	"Well you're the doctor," I reply. "I guess you know best." On
the way out of the clinic, I schedule another exam in twelve weeks.

				* * *
			    Author's Note

	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?