Not long after moving to a rural area, I started looking for a new family physician. I got a list of doctors who accepted my insurance and narrowed that list down by proximity and whether they were accepting new patients. That left two doctors, one man and one woman, both working in the same clinic. I asked around about the doctors and heard nothing but good about them, but none of the women that I asked knew anything about the male doc and none of the men that I asked knew anything about the female doc. I'm a man, but for reasons I will get to, I wanted to be seen by a woman doctor. So I called the clinic and asked for a new patient exam with Dr. F. The scheduler asked whether I meant Dr. M, but I told her that I had heard good things about Dr. F, but nothing about Dr. M. I figured that was easier than explaining why I was choosing a woman.
When I was introduced to Dr. F, she made a good first impression on me. She was probably around 50 years old and I was about 43 at the time. She wanted to get to know me a little bit before the exam and it seemed that she really was a little nervous about accepting me as a new patient. She told me that she sees other male patients when their regular doctor is unavailable, but that this was the first time that a man had requested her as a new patient and she was curious about why, presumably because most women want to be seen by a woman and most men want to be seen by a man.
I explained that first of all, she had a good reputation and that was important to me. Then I explained that I considered doctors to be "authority figures" and that, as a result of my past, I often found it very difficult to trust a male authority figure. I told her truthfully that in general doctors made me very anxious and that male doctors make me almost combative, but that my past experiences with women medical professionals had been the least stressful. I said that I understand why women feel uncomfortable about being examined by males and that I think I have some of the same concerns.
Thinking that she was probably concerned that I had some sort of perverse reason like wanting to expose myself to her or something, I said that I wanted to be able to trust my doctor so that I could protect my health and that whatever embarrassment or discomfort I would feel by being seen by a woman was less important than being able to be open and honest with my doctor. I told her that I would trust her to maintain a professional relationship with me. This seemed to satisfy her and she explained that men my age really didn't need annual exams unless there was a specific medical issue and that I should see her at age 50 for some tests and a "thorough exam" but that today she would just give me a brief checkup. I told her of my concern about skin cancer because I am fair skinned (as is she). So she listened to my heart and looked in my ears and nose and tested my reflexes and then had me expose different portions of my body while she perused for lesions and moles.
For the next few years, I saw her only very rarely for minor problems like sinus infections and mysterious skin growths, but when I was approaching my 50th birthday, I scheduled the "big-five-oh" exam. This exam was thorough. It included a close head to toe examination of my skin and a brief examination of my penis and gentle squeezing for lumps in my scrotum. Of course, it also included the finger-in-the-butt prostate exam. None of this intimate contact did anything for me sexually and my personal discomfort was minimal because she was very professional.
Prior to the exam, I had been experiencing nagging chronic pain in my balls for about two months. I mentioned this during the exam and after a few questions, she added an ultrasound exam to the other lab tests I would get. She also scheduled me for a follow up session so she could go ever the results of the lab testing with me. Of course, one of those other tests was a colonoscopy and she surprised me by remembering about my "phobia" of male doctors. She said that there were only male doctors locally who performed that procedure, but that I wouldn't really have to deal with him. She also said that two or three female nurses and technicians worked with the doctors during the procedure and that I would be sedated and relaxed so the stress would be minimal. She was correct about this and the colonoscopy went off without much additional discomfort. After that I became more concerned about the ultrasound exam of my balls.
The ultrasound exam was conducted at the same center as the colonoscopy, but in a different wing and on a different day. I checked in at the reception desk and waited in the waiting room. When a slender attractive young brunette woman wearing maroon hospital scrubs entered and called my name, I was still concerned that I would actually be examined by a man, so I was pleasantly surprised when she showed me to a dressing room and said, "Mr. P, my name is Sandy (not her real name) and at Dr. F's request, I'll be your ultrasound technician for this procedure today." Sandy explained how I was to dress in the clothing they provided. This required me to remove all of my personal clothing and basically to wear only a robe.
When she took me to the exam room, she asked me to first just sit on the exam table while she covered some preliminaries. She explained that, because this procedure was "intimate", state law required that I be given certain instructions and warnings. Mainly, this meant that, unless there was a medical emergency during the procedure, I was to keep my genitals covered and she was not supposed to touch them with anything but the ultrasound wand.
When I laid back on the table, she told me that she would leave the room and I would position my penis against my abdomen and support my testicles by holding my thighs together. This was a rather embarrassing moment for me, because I had to explain that I only had one testicle and it would slip down between my thighs. She asked me how I lost the other one and I explained about the accident and operations that I had experienced. She gave me a rolled up cloth to prop my one ball up with and then left the room while I positioned everthing and covered up.
When she came back in, she was wearing rubber gloves and had a tube of some sort of gel that she applied to the end of a wand that was connected by cable to a box that was connected to a personal computer. She laid a cloth cover over my genitals and them slid the wand under the cover and under the flap on the gown and pressed it against the side of my scrotum.
I could not see the screen, but as she moved the wand around and pressed it against different areas, she occasionally tapped the keyboard and I assumed she was saving a snapshot.
I should explain that none of this was the least bit erotic for me. It was a little painful as she pressed the wand against me and because of that and the fact that the room and the wand were a little chilly, my winky was pretty small, so small in fact that it didn't stay back against my stomach. It "retracted" and nested vertically in my pubic hair at about an inch and a quarter height. If this was a breech in protocol, Sandy didn't seem to mind and the wand did seem to stray up alongside where I assume she imaged my little friend.
"I see you've had a vasectomy," she said. I confirmed that and joked about how I should have gotten a 50% discount. She smiled and said, "It's good to have a sense of humor about these things." I explained that I really hadn't suffered noticeably over the long term as a result of the missing nut. She said, "I see that the other one is much larger than average. It probably grew to take over the duty of the one you lost." Eventually, she moved to the other side of me and repeated all of the pushing and keystroking.
After imaging from both sides, she surprised me by saying that the next part of the procedure gets a lot more intimate and I could refuse to do it if that bothered me for any reason. She explained that my doctor had added 'CNF' to the instructions which meant "Check Natural Function".
"Your doctor must like you," she said, "If she had written 'CF', that's not as enjoyable."
I asked what the procedure was and Sandy told me that she would use the wand and a probe device to attempt to induce an erection and an orgasm while recording the functioning of my prostate and erectile systems as an ultrasonic video. I told her that I had never heard of anything like this and she said that the medical profession hadn't found any better way to get these images and that they wanted to keep the procedure confidential to avoid complications for patients and ultrasound technicians. I said that if it was doctor's orders, I would have no objection to that, but that I sure wouldn't tell my wife about it. She gave me a sly smile and showed me the other device. She said that by state law, she could not not insert it but that she would slip out of the room and that I should lubricate this small egg shaped plastic bulb and insert it into my rectum. It was on a thin curved stainless steel shaft that had a handle on the end of it and a cable went from there to what I assumed was a battery pack. I lubed it and pushed it in, thankful that I'd had a good bowel movement that morning. She had also given me a shortened condom that I was to put on my penis "like a shower cap". My penis was small enough that it was completely covered by the "shower cap". I called to let her know that I was ready and she came back into the room.
She maneuvered the bulb around and watched it on the screen as she held the wand way down in my crotch. To do this, she had to reach her hand well in between my thighs. I think she must have positioned the bulb on my prostate, because when she flipped a switch on the handle, it started to vibrate and immediately my winky woke up and started to grow. It didn't feel particularly good, so I began undressing her with my eyes and that helped, not that she noticed, because she was so intent on the screen.
About the time I was mentally sliding her panties down, my cock rose and moved the flap and when she glanced away from the screen, she suddenly gasped. Apparently, she could now see under the flap. She said that she didn't expect one that started so small to grow that much. "I was feeling a little sorry for your wife," she said with a smile, "but not anymore." She pulled the flap over to cover me and asked me to rearrange my penis so that it laid flat against my stomach. I complied and also checked to make sure the rubber cap was in position. It was getting quite tight and now only covered only the swollen tip.
When Sandy resumed, she maneuvered the probe around and when she hit just the right spot, I started to cum. It was a long and very satisfying orgasm and Sandy seemed smugly satisfied also. Unfortunately, my cock failed to shrink back to normal afterwards. I'd heard of a condition called priapism (or something like that), so I said, "Um, I think this might be a medical emergency. It's not shrinking." After waiting a few minutes, Sandy clearly became more concerned. "We can try two things," she said. "We can try to trigger another orgasm and if that doesn't work, we can pack ice around it for 15 minutes. If that doesn't work, I'll have to call a doctor."
I told her that I wanted to avoid ice or seeing a doctor so I would do what she wanted. She threw back the flap and told me to lift my knees and spread my legs so she could get just the right angle. She maneuvered the probe around and I began to feel another orgasm approaching. It seemed that she brought me right to the brink but that I wouldn't actually have a second orgasm, but then she asked me to help her out a little by stroking my penis. I was so embarassed that I threw one arm over my eyes while I tugged on my cock with the other. Fortunately, that triggered a second orgasm which was even more satisfying than the first and it even blew the rubber cap off the tip of my cock. Sandy switched off the vibrating bulb and covered me again and after about five minutes, I let her know that the second procedure had been successful.
Sandy was actually apologetic about the "unfortunate incident" with me, but I assured her that I would have fond memories of this day and that I wouldn't tell anyone else what happened if she wouldn't. She slowly pulled the bulb from my ass and retrieved the loaded rubber cap from my stomach and gave me some tissues to clean myself with.
When I saw Dr. F for my follow up exam, she gave me the good news about the colonoscopy results and said that the ultrasound results also looked normal. Then she asked if I was still having the pain in my testicle. I told her that it had gone away about two days after the ultrasound and said that maybe the CNF had something to do with it. She looked a little perplexed and said, "I don't see how a Close Neural Focus could have any influence on the pain. Oh well, I guess it's just one of those things."
