Steve pulled into the medical center parking lot at 5:45 p.m. Dr. Harry Wu's practice closed at 5:30 p.m. and the door was locked.
Dr. Wu was sitting behind the reception desk. He let Steve in, then relocked the door.
"Thanks for seeing me, Doctor," Steve said. "I just couldn't get away sooner."
"No problem." Dr. Wu was a big handsome Asian man in his early forties. "I stay late to review prescriptions and finish the paperwork." He led Steve through the empty waiting room and hall and into an exam room. "Everybody else is gone."
"Still. On a Friday afternoon-"
"It's okay. Your prostate problems could be serious." He pointed to the exam table. "Sit down and tell me about it."
Dr. Wu listened attentively as Steve described his symptoms. "Sounds like prostatitis." He smiled reassuringly. "Probably a mild case. Let's check it out." He gestured for Steve to stand. "Turn around and loosen your pants."
Steve unbuckled his belt and unfastened his fly. Dr. Wu stepped behind him and pushed his slacks and boxer shorts down around his ankles. "This'll be a little different from the normal exam." He took a tube of lubricant out of a drawer and put on a latex glove. "I need to get some liquid to test."
"Uh . . . okay." Steve spread his legs and bent forward, resting his elbows on the exam bench's padded top. He was more nervous than usual. The rectal exam didn't hurt, but he was always embarrassed by the way his cock jerked while the doctor's finger probed his butt.
Steve heard a faint sound behind him. It sounded like a zipper opening. "I have to massage your prostate." Dr. Wu rested a hand on Steve's bare right hip. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I guess-" Steve gasped as Dr. Wu's finger penetrated his asshole. Instead of brief pressure and a speedy withdrawal, the finger stayed inside, slowly rubbing his prostate and giving him an immense hard-on.
"Don't be embarrassed," Dr. Wu said. "It's natural. Nothing to be ashamed of."
Steve held still, acutely aware of the stiff rod growing from his crotch and the sensations from his ass radiating through his body. He had to admit it felt really good.
Behind him, Dr. Wu was doing something that made a rhythmic rubbing sound. "You know," he said. "This isn't fun for me."
"Well, that makes two-" Steve's body stiffened when Dr. Wu's hand closed around his rigid pole.
"Sorry." Dr. Wu didn't sound sorry. "This is how I harvest the fluid." He stroked Steve's swollen shaft and rubbed his thumb and index finger over Steve's cock-head, occasionally pausing to make the soft rhythmic sound behind Steve, then coming back to jack Steve's hard dick a little rougher and faster than before.
It was so fucking weird. It'd be wonderful in a different setting, with a woman jerking him off and finger-fucking his ass. Even bent over an exam table with Dr. Wu stroking his stiff cock, it was pretty great.
Steve was close to coming when Dr. Wu said, "Okay. Hold it there." He milked Steve's cock until a giant bubble of precum gathered on its tip, then transferred the thick juice to a microscope slide. He did something that made a rustling noise behind Steve.
"Good work." Dr. Wu patted Steve's shoulder. "I'll be back." He bustled away, but then paused at the door. His fly was open. "You can get dressed."
Steve used several tissues to wipe the greasy lube off his butt, then pulled his boxers and slacks up. His cock was still rock hard, so he left it in an upright position.
Man! That exam had gotten him super-horny. Another thirty seconds and Dr. Wu would have harvested a lot more juice, delivered with a bunch of long hard squirts.
