I am a metallurgist working in the zinc coated sheet steel industry in Australia. I was offered a secondment to a steel plant that was being set up in India. The company in India had purchased a licence to manufacture sheet steel with a new kind of coating that my company had developed. I was only two years out of university but I had made a lot of advances in quality control systems at my company and I was offered the secondment because of that. I was excited to accept the secondment.
I was twenty-five then. Although I am quite shy, I'd never had a problem meeting girls though I'd never been in a serious relationship. I lost my virginity with the sister of one of my university friends when I was nineteen and had just finished first year. Through university, I had sex probably about once every two months on average. They said I was good looking and to tell the truth, I thought so too. I came to know that the girls I had sex with mostly knew each other and they talked about me. It was always the girls that initiated sex with me.
However, in the more than two years after leaving university, I'd only had sex once. I just had more interesting things to do. I loved my job and I often stayed back well after my going home time even though I wasn't being paid for it. My company had let me install lots of sensors and data-loggers and I stayed back watching the data come in and trying to find correlations with quality issues. I'd done a double degree in Materials Engineering (Metallurgy) and Mathematics (Statistics) and I admit that I am a bit of a geek.
The steel mill in India is located in a town called Lonavala in Maharashtra State. It is about a hundred kilometres to the East of Mumbai (Bombay) but much cooler because it is up in the mountain range called the Sahyadri or the Western Ghats. There is a lot of jungle around, a lot of ancient cave temples and many beautiful lookouts. There is often fog and mist as the warm moisture laden winds from the coast come up and hit the cooler mountain air. I was given a house in a nice quiet tree filled place away from the centre of the town, which is quite spread out anyway. It was only a short walk from one of the most famous lookouts.
There are lots of monkeys there. I loved to see them and watch the funny things they did for the first few weeks I was there but before long I realised that they are complete bastards. I had bought some expensive binoculars from home. I stupidly left them beside me on a seat near the lookout while I answered my phone. Before I could do anything, a monkey stole them, ran to the edge of the lookout and threw them off the cliff. They steal and destroy things out of spite, not because they are of any value to them. They are the most disgusting animal alive.
The language the people speak there is Marathi. I had tried to learn as much as I could before leaving Australia but I found that most of the men I was working with in the steel plant spoke English perfectly and were very well educated. Even the men who operated the plant were well educated and spoke English pretty well. I sometimes tried to speak Marathi to them which caused them to smile widely. They usually understood what I said but nevertheless replied in English.
One of the shift supervisors was a man everyone called Gaani though his name on the shift roster was Bhagyashi. I never asked the reason why. I only worked during the second two thirds of the day shift and some of the afternoon shift and I was mostly in the offices so I didn't see him that often but whenever he did, he came to talk to me. Even in the car park he waved to me. He was a very handsome man and like most of the workers on the new number three coating line, was a fairly new recruit. He had a degree in mechanical engineering. Back in Australia the position of shift supervisor would have been filled by an experienced operator with no qualifications at all. I often found in the Lonavala steel plant that people were over-qualified for the job that they did relative to Australia.
I was popular with all the shift supervisors and operators. I don't know why but the other Australian working there (my boss) hardly ever spoke to them and most of the Indian staff in the office seemed to think themselves to be above them. They all knew my name but there were just too many of them for me to remember all of theirs. It was made more difficult by the fact that like Gaani, their names in the shift roster were never the names they used socially. Often up in the town a man would call out to me "Markji! Markji!" and sometimes come over to talk to me. Many times I not only couldn't remember their names but often as far as I knew I had never seen them before.
Anyway, after I'd been there for about two months, I got sick. I had been careful with what I ate and only drank bottled water and it wasn't a gastro problem anyway. I had a fever, vomiting in the morning and felt very weak in my muscles. After a few days, I went to see the doctor in a clinic in the town. My company had an arrangement with them so I didn't have to pay anything. The doctor said it was probably caused my the anti-malaria pills I was taking and told me to halve the dosage. As is normal for me, by the time I went to see the doctor I was feeling much better anyway. He took a lot of test tubes of blood and asked me to come back in a week when he would have the results. I came to know that since he was just sending the bill to my company, he ran every kind of test he could think of.
After a week I was feeling fine and I was thinking of not bothering to go back to see the doctor but he called me and asked me to come in saying he needed to talk to me about my results. That made me quite nervous of course and so I kept the appointment. He said all of my tests were normal except for one. That was that I had an extremely high PSA level for a twenty-five year old. He asked me if I had any history of prostate cancer in my family and I said as far as I knew I didn't. PSA is prostate-specific antigen and a high level indicates prostate cancer. He said he would repeat the test and he took another tube of blood but then started to look uncomfortable. He asked me,
"I can give you a digital rectal prostate examination, or I can send you down to Mumbai for a scan if you prefer?"
He seemed to want me to take the second option but I was in the middle of something important at work and I had no time to go back to Mumbai for a scan.
"What's that examination?" I asked.
"I would need to examine your prostate gland by inserting my finger into your anus. The prostate can be felt through the rectum wall and I would be able to tell if it is enlarged or if there are any irregularities."
Needless to say, that was quite shocking but I told him that I couldn't spare the time to go down to Mumbai. He told me that I could wait until the repeat blood test came back and do the examination then but I was scared as hell by then and so I asked him to get it over with.
I had to take my trousers and underwear off and then lay on the vinyl covered bed in his room on my side facing the wall. He then put a glove on his hand, put some lubricant on his finger and asked me to bend my top thigh forward so that he could access my anus. I was apprehensive and embarrassed of course but he told me to relax and take a deep breath. It wasn't really uncomfortable when he pushed his finger in. It was cold and felt wet and some of the lubricant ran down by buttock.
However, after a few seconds something very weird and super-embarrassing happened. I felt my anus muscles go tight by themselves and squeeze on his finger and then sort of go loose and start to vibrate. Then I felt a sudden flood of heat throughout my body and then I had a massive orgasm. My cock was hard but I don't remember it getting hard. My arse was tight around the doctors finger and he pulled it out but it didn't stop. I must have pumped cum out in more than half a dozen bursts before it stopped. When I looked down it was dripping from the bottom of my upper thigh, there was a huge pool of it on the vinyl cover of the bed and there was even some on the wall.
I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or the doctor.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Somehow I have ejaculated."
