"I think so."
"It's understandable that you're a little nervous. Don't you worry, though. I'm going to take good care of you, Thomas. First, I'd like to examine your groin area. Is that alright?"
"Yes," I said with a nod.
He strolled around to the front of me and gently massaged my lower abdomen. So far, it was just like the examination I'd had with my regular doctor. But when his hand made contact with my penis, all the blood seemed to rush to the head and it sprung up like a pole.
"I'm so sorry, doctor," I apologized, covering myself.
He thoughtfully took hold of my hands and guided them away from my lap. "There's no need to apologize, Thomas. That was a perfectly normal and healthy reaction to my touching you there."
"Okay, doctor."
"May I continue examining you?"
"Yes, sir." I straightened my back and looked away, too shy to watch as his hands lifted my scrotum. He rolled each testicle between his fingers. It was a bit uncomfortable as he squeezed, but kind of exciting too.
"Everything looks good here," he confirmed. "Now I need you to lie on your side so I can begin working on your prostate."
"Okay. Which way should I face?"
"Toward the plain white wall or the plain white door. I'll be positioned behind you, so you just need to choose your view."
I chose the wall, lying on my right side and closing my eyes as he came around behind me and parted my butt cheeks. My penis was swelling, the skin pulled tight and taut because I was so painfully erect.
That's when I heard the click of something popping open, then the sound of something like liquid gel being squeezed out. As if reading my mind, the doctor began to explain.
"I'm just lubricating my fingers with K-Y jelly so they can slide in easier. Proper lubrication is essential for any type of anal penetration. It will be cold at first," he said.
A cool, slick finger brushed against the tight ring of my butthole. My whole body tensed. He waited patiently, gently massaging the rim to relax me.
It felt much better than I'd expected. I was worried it would feel like I had to go to the restroom, but as my body warmed up to his probing digit, all I felt was pleasure.
His finger dipped inside, and a strange new sensation traveled up my spine.
"You're very tight," the doctor observed.
"Oh, is that a problem?"
"Not at all. I'll just need to work you open a little more to get in my second finger."
"You're putting two fingers inside?"
"Yes. One finger will be gently manipulating your prostate gland directly. The other will be stroking up and down, which will help work out the fluids."
I didn't quite understand the logistics, but I nodded anyway.
The doctor removed his finger with a wet popping sound. Then I heard him squeezing out more gel, and felt a stronger presence knocking at my entrance.
He continued to massage my hole until he was able to work in two fingers. They were so fat and long, like two sausages prying me open. It didn't hurt. Not exactly, anyway. I just felt tension as he stretched the tight muscles of my hole.
Once he'd worked himself inside, there was a pleasing feeling of fullness. He probed me in a special spot, and the next thing I knew, a strong tingle was forcing a long string of fluid out of my throbbing penis. I gasped. "What was that? Did I just pee on myself?"
"No, it was just a little fluid from your Cowper's gland; pre-ejaculate, or pre-cum, as it's more commonly known. It was the result of my fingers connecting with your prostate gland. I can tell you're very full of semen."
He pressed again, sending more sticky fluid from my urethra. Then I felt him doing exactly what he'd described. One finger, which I presumed to be his middle, seemed to be rubbing circles around the center of that sensitive area. Then the other felt like it was gliding down a path of my inner walls, from top to bottom.
While he manipulated my insides, he firmly pressed the fingers of his left hand into the fleshy space between my butthole and my scrotum. "I'm also going to apply pressure from the outside," he explained.