About two months ago I had to make an appointment for my yearly doctor's checkup, so I called the hospital. The receptionist informed me that my regular doctor was on vacation, but I needed to get the appointment out of the way so I asked if another doctor was available. She told me that the only doctor available at the moment, Dr. Baumer, was a woman, but I figured this shouldn't be such a big deal. It might be a little weird to be examined by a woman, but since I didn't have any male-specific problems that needed to be discussed, or any problems at all, I figured the appointment would go quickly and smoothly.

I arrived at the hospital on the day of the appointment and sat in the waiting room, rummaging through the wrinkled magazines on the table. A nurse in green scrubs soon called my name and led me from the waiting room, down a hall, and into the examination room. The nurse was in her mid-30s, African, and a little bit chubby, but with nice smooth skin. I wasn't particularly attracted to her, although she was ok-looking. The examination room was a fairly typical one, containing the doctor's desk, supply cabinets, an examination table, and some pictures on the wall. The nurse weighed me on the scale, wrote down the result, then told me to change into a gown and said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes.

It wasn't until I started changing that I first worried about being able to control myself in front of a woman doctor. I reasoned it wouldn't be a big deal, though, since it was only a doctor's checkup and I was mature enough to deal with it. I had graduated college and my teenage years of uncontrollable and embarrasing erections were behind me. I put the gown on, sat down on the paper-covered examination table, and waited for the doctor. She entered the room a few minutes later, dressed in white hospital clothes, wearing glasses, and carrying a clipboard. She was in her early thirties and had a decent figure. She had brownish blonde hair which was pinned back, and her face looked like she spent a lot time reading books, although it had hints of attractiveness. I could tell she would start looking really good after I'd had a beer or two, but I immediately pushed all such thoughts out of my head and put myself in the proper frame of mind.

She introduced herself as Dr. Baumer, we made some small talk to get to know each other, and she started taking down my medical history. Before she began the examination, she stopped and asked me in a sincere and professional manner if I had any issues at all with being examined by a woman, since it would possible for me to come back in two weeks to see my regular doctor. I said no thanks, I just wanted to get it over with. She started to go through the usual physical examination routine (ears, eyes, throat, etc), being close to me as she did all this, although I tried not to focus on her. She maintained a completely professional manner and tone of voice.

The moment I had been a little concerned about finally arrived when she told me to lie down on the table. She said "I'm going to examine your testicles", but she said it in such a tone of voice, as if she were looking at slides in a lab, that it didn't phase me. I tried to blank out my mind and disassociate my consciousness from what was happening. She lifted the gown and began feeling my testicles with her fingers. It wasn't a big deal, and it didn't feel much different from when my regular doctor did it. Men tend to have a greater sexual response to visual stimulation, so I was safe so long as I stared up at the ceiling and kept my mind off certain topics. She placed two fingers between my ball sack and my leg and matter-of-factly instructed me to cough, once on each side. She performed the entire proceedure with medical speed and efficiency. I figured it would be over at that point, but instead of telling me to get up, she continued examining me, looking at my genitals with great interest, as far as I could guess, since she wasn't handling them too much. My stomach dropped as I realized that the longer this woman went on examining my genitals, the less likely I would be able to control impure thoughts from entering my head. My mind was starting to race and I wondered if I would be able to hold out. Just when I was staring to freak out she covered me back up with the gown and said "Ok you can sit up now."

I was relieved at having made it through, and it hadn't been that bad. I was ready for her to conclude the examination, when the next words she said hit me like a bomb: "I'm going to give you a rectal examination." I couldn't believe the words that had come out of her mouth. I'd never had a rectal exam before, nor had I ever had anything inserted in my anus, so this suprised me completely. My stomach started sinking, but Dr. Baumer, knowing from experience that patients are apprehensive about such a proceedure, started to explain it in a reassuring manner. She told me it would only take 10 or 15 seconds and instructed me to get on my side and curl up in a fetal position. I was facing the wall with my naked bum facing her. Not being able to see her, I felt very exposed, but I tried to calm my mind and relax. She put a glove on, lubed it up, and said "OK, this is going to feel a little bit like you have to go to bathroom." Before my mind could wrap itself around that strange sentence, I felt her push inside me, and it did indeed feel like I had to go to the bathroom, except backwards. I was entirely consumed by the sensation of this lady having her finger up in my anus, which was was quite intense. Then, as soon as it had started, it was over.

I felt a little funny because it's not every day that a stranger springs a surprise rectal examination on you. Jeez, only five minutes ago I'd met this woman, and now she'd shoved her finger up my ass. I felt weird and would feel a lot more comfortable the sooner I could get out of that office. But instead of hearing the words I'd expected to hear ("Ok, that about wraps it up"), she told me "We're going to have to follow that up with one more proceedure." She adjusted the table so that half of it was inclined, and told me to lay on my back with my head on the incline. She went to the end of the table where my feet were, and in her professional manner said, "I'm going to need you to put your legs like this," as she placed my feet flat on the table with my legs spread apart. My gown rolled up into my lap, my genitals hung down between my legs, and I was almost in the position women take at the gynecologist, except without stirrups. From this position I couldn't stare at the ceiling, and was looking straight at her - a view framed by my own knees and thighs. I thought this was a little strange, but I played along, because aside from being so unexpected, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The embarassing events until this point had made me a little more willing to cooperate with anything just so long as I could hurry up and get out of there.

She took out a new glove and lubed it up. It might have been better for me to stare at the ceiling, but instead I couldn't help focusing on Dr. Baumer. I was strangely fascinated by the scene that was framed between my thighs as she began the proceedure. I felt her press her finger against my anus, without inserting it, which set off quite a sensation in my body. I was watching her face, though, and she seemed to be intently concentrating on what she was doing in a professional manner. She began to slowly slide her finger inside my anus and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I'd never had such an experience before. She put her finger in up to the third knuckle and then left it there.

At this point I made a big mistake. I had forgotten myself and the situation I was in and had accidentally started to admire her feminine facial features, which were within view of my naked genitals. The scene started to set me off, and I thought "now you've done it!" Here I was, completely exposed to this woman doctor, with her finger up my ass, and I was starting to become aroused. I tried looking at the ceiling, blanking my mind, thinking of math examples, thinking of disturbing things to make it go away, but I could feel it coming on. The more I fought it the more it came, until I could feel my penis swelling faster than I could even think to control it. It went "schwing!"