2002-04-15 00:00:00
My own doc is a female, one I’ve had for years. Nice lady in her late forties, very professional and smart – the kind of doctor who narrates as she examines you, so you know what she’s doing and there aren’t any surprises. She of course knows I’m not cut, and she thinks that’s the best thing for men. Her own sons are uncut, too. Just recently, a new doctor joined her practice. As I was going in for my annual physical, Dr. Withers asked me if I would mind having a second physician present for my exam. I said of course not, since I’m not modest – what’s to be embarrassed about? So, after the customary “alone time” while I disrobed, Dr. Withers brought in her new associate. I was a little surprised to see it was a female. And even more so that she was younger than I. (First time that’s happened to me!)
So, Dr. Withers introduced Dr. Kelly, who had just finished her residency at a local practice and was looking to join Dr. Withers' practice. (I later learned they were related, which explains why such a green doc was being admitted to an established office.) Dr. Withers took me through the usual paces, checking my reflexes, listening to my breathing, etc., with Dr. Kelly doing everything just as Dr. Withers did. I should note that Dr. Kelly was very attractive, and smelled great as she leaned over to check my heartbeat, eyes, ears, etc. I'm married, so I try not to think about these things, but I tell you there was no reason *not* to notice that this girl was one I would have gladly asked for a date a few years ago.As I said, I’m not shy, so when it came time to go “below the waist” I just dropped my gown and lay down with my legs spread slightly. I didn’t want to intimidate Dr. Kelly, so I didn’t look right at her; however, she apparently did not realize there was a mirror on the supply table, angled just so that I could see her eyes as Dr. Withers slipped on latex gloves and began the genital exam. Dr. Kelly could not take her eyes off my sleepy, uncut penis.
Dr. Withers lifted my cock off my hanging scrotum (it was, thankfully, warm in the office), and here I’ll add her narrative:
“First we see that there are no discolorations, lesions, or growths on the external part.” She turned my penis from side to side, leaning over slightly to focus. Dr. Kelly looked up at me (still unaware I was watching her!), then leaned in closer, too. “And everything looks fine.”
Her confidence growing, Dr. Kelly cleared her throat slightly, then asked: “Is the end of the foreskin always pinkish?”
“Yes,” Dr. Withers replied as she slowly began to roll it open, “and as it stretches it becomes more flesh-colored.”
Completely on its own, my penis began to fill. I really didn’t want that to happen, as I respected Dr. Withers and wanted our relationship to remain completely professional. However, two women manipulating, discussing, and focusing all their attention on my cock was a little more than it could take!
“Then we examine the inner foreskin and glans for any abnormalities.” Dr. Withers continued the rollback, stopping only after the foreskin popped over the corona and came to rest in its fully exposed position. She went on to stretch it slightly, one side at a time.
“What are those?” asked Dr. Kelly, pointing with her pencil at the topside of the corona.
“Pearly papules,” Dr. Withers replied, “They are normal, and some men have more or less than others. They’re firm to the touch.” Dr. Withers looked up at me for the first time. “Do you mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly toward Dr. Kelly.
“Oh, no,” I half-stuttered, having almost removed myself from this situation to avoid further excitement, “That’s fine.”
Next I felt Dr. Kelly’s cool fingers on my cock as she did the same stretch, study, stretch.
“Then – and this is important – always close the foreskin, and don’t get any hairs caught in it.” With this, Dr. Withers watched Dr. Kelly roll my foreskin gently into the closed position.
But it wouldn’t stay there. Almost immediately, it rolled itself down just above the corona. Both doctors wisely chose to ignore that, going on to palpate my scrotum and check my testicles. There was no hiding my stand-up hard-on, which only strengthened as they took turns rolling my balls between their fingers, discussing the correct shape, texture, and how to be gentle with them so as to avoid hurting a patient. Once done, Dr. Withers gave me a professional smile and said, “Great! Another year of good health.” She turned to Dr. Kelly. “Any questions?”
Dr. Kelly shook her head, a professional smile betrayed by a slight blush. “Looks healthy to me, too, doctor.”
Dr. Withers slipped off her gloves, as did Dr. Kelly, and some signal unseen to me cued Dr. Kelly to make her exit.
As Dr. Withers washed up, she asked, “I’m glad you’re comfortable with Dr. Kelly’s presence for this. She’s brand-new, and I’m working to build her confidence and bedside manner.”
“She’s learning from the best,” I started to say, but Dr. Withers wasn’t finished.
“Also, in her medical school, she never saw a man with a foreskin. They do research on cadavers, and most of them are circumcised these days. The textbooks are backward too, showing a circumcised penis as ‘normal.’ I think she learned a lot today.” Dr. Withers turned to address me directly. “And I appreciate your part in that.”
Now it was my turn to blush.
Not a word was said about my erection, which was still asserting itself as I tried to stuff my package back into my jeans. I guess it was better that way, as nothing needed to be said.
But oh, my wife and I had quite a conversation and some follow-up activities that evening…
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