This is my first man-on-man story. It's based on an experience I had which sadly didn't reach the stages that I've described here but I often wish it had.
I had my six-monthly medical examination as required by my work coming up and was off to see Doctor Elsworth again. He was a slightly eccentric and very well-spoken old-school type of English gentleman and I always enjoyed his anecdotes and sayings. I remembered not to go for a piss before arriving and on being admitted to his surgery (a back room in his large and rambling converted farmhouse) I was able to go the toilet and provide him with the necessary sample.
As ever he relaxed me with fairly aimless but entertaining small talk about the news, his daughter's latest boyfriend and, sadly, the news that his wife's condition had taken a turn for the worse. She suffered from MS and was now finding it a struggle to even move about in her wheelchair but was staying with her sister for a few days to give him a break from the role of carer. The doc being the doc though seemed to be his usual cheerful self and even remembered my girlfriend's name and the fact that her 10 year-old son and I had bonded over a shared love of motorcycle racing.
After I'd stripped to my underpants he weighed and measured me (still 73kgs and 5ft 8inches), I took the usual eye test and then was invited to lie on the couch. After listening with the stethoscope to my chest and abdomen he did that strange tapping on my chest with his fingers before bending each leg in turn and tapping my kneecap with his rubber drumstick-type-thing (for those with medical knowledge please forgive my ignorance – but I know he's checking my reflexes) and then issued his usual line at this stage: "You seem to be all connected"
I gave my habitual chuckle and was about to hop off the couch when the Doc put his hand on my chest, holding me down.
"Tell me Mike, when did you last have your prostate checked?"
I had to think about this one...
"Er, I guess about four or five years ago doc" I wasn't expecting one but I wouldn't know if there is a prescribed regularity.
"Right, well you're over forty now so I think we'd better just have a prod and a wiggle, don't you?" he smiled reassuringly at me as he said it so I just nodded and grunted my consent. Again I started to rise so I could assume the position; stood on the floor bent over the couch, which was how my last prostate gland checked.
"No, no. Stay there. I think you'll find this much more comfortable" the Doc said to me as he reached below the couch and started to unfold two metal arms with cushioned pads near the end. I raised my head to watch as these arms were raised until they pointed upwards and outwards from the foot end of the examination couch.
"Now shuffle down and put your feet in the stirrups...um, you'll need to take your underpants off"
I grinned sheepishly and slid my pants down and off, then raised my feet and placed them in the supports having shuffled down the couch so my arse was nearly at the edge. To say I felt a bit uncomfortable was an understatement and I was sure that these stirrup contraptions were generally used for examining women, not men. But I reassured myself that this was Dr Elsworth and I trusted him.
Let me take a moment to tell you a bit about Dr Elsworth. Very successful and obviously wealthy, he was slightly shorter than I was and I'm only 5'8" but he was one of those men who exude charisma and confidence and I always found myself slightly surprised if we were both stood upright to realise I was marginally taller than him.
He must have been in his late fifties or maybe early sixties, with neatly trimmed and combed white hair, very trim and fit. And that reassuring bedside manner that the best of doctors all seem to have.
Back to my tale, I was lying there trying not to show just how self-conscious and slightly uncomfortable I was with this situation, hands folded on my chest and legs akimbo for all the world like a woman about to give birth or, despite my best efforts not to think this thought, a woman about to be fucked.
I heard Dr Elsworth snap a surgical glove on his hand and a slurping sound which I realised was him scooping up a good dollop of some kind of lubrication gel.
"Ok Mike, this may be a little cold at first" the Doc said to me as he bent over between my legs and started to gently smear lube around my anus. His left hand was resting on my right outer thigh as he bent close, much closer than necessary in my opinion and continued to circle his gloved and lube-covered fingers around my ring which twitched involuntarily as a fingertip started to probe and push.
I felt the finger start to push inside me and realised with some shock that my cock was starting to swell. The Doc was sliding his finger in and out, each time pushing a bit further and swirling it around as if he was feeling for something, which I guess he was but all I could think about was how degrading and yet pleasant the sensation was. And my cock continued to grow, now a proper semi-hard on as I felt blood blushing at my cheeks and wondered if I should say anything. I didn't get the chance as Dr Elsworth spoke first:
"Don't worry about that Mike, it's a perfectly natural and common reaction and has nothing to do with sexuality or inclination" he chuckled and then, pulling his finger out, stood upright and moved around to stand beside me on my right side, resting his left, ungloved hand flat on my abdomen before reaching around my right thigh with his right hand to sweep beneath my testicles and reinsert a finger in my rectum. He continued to slide his finger in and out and then added a second finger.
Bloody hell, this was strange, exciting, unnerving, erotic, scary all at the same time. I moved my hands to grip the edge of the inspection couch only because his left hand had moved up towards my chest and come into contact with my hands. Why this should have made me flinch when the Doc's other hand was busy finger-fucking me I have no idea but I quickly realised that I'd moved from the frying pan into the fire as the Doc started to lean his hips in towards the couch and the back of my hand started to feel his crotch against it. And I became sure that there was a steel-hard cock against my hand.
The two fingers continued to stroke in and out of my anus, my cock was now a full-on erection, straining towards my stomach and the Doc's left hand started to slide down my midriff towards it. I nearly gasped in panic; he was about to touch my cock! Now, with time to reflect, I have no idea why I was so embarrassed as he was clearly doing all of this deliberately but I was so terrified of getting this wrong and having the Doc think I was some kind of closet slut... Dear reader, you can probably detect the change in my direction here. I was enjoying this and wanted more. I'd had the same occasional abstract curiosity about homosexuality that nearly all guys have at one time or another but this was different; this was real. I was being seduced, very effectively and without the slightest possibility that I was going to protest.
I suppose he was abusing his position but I didn't care and when the Doc's left hand gently closed around my cock shaft I said not a word. I didn't even dare look at him at first but when I did he just gave me his usual reassuring smile.
