A young man learns about his manhood with a doctor who has some special ideas
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Ever since going out for sports in high school in the sixth grade, I have had to have annual physical for certification to participate. Usually these physicals are nothing more than the doctor checking your heart and lungs, asking you to lower you pants and cough while he puts a finger on the backside of your ball sack and leaving a urine specimen for a lab test. When I was later into my 13th year I began to fantasize about what it would be like to become and man and have an ejaculation. Some the other guys in the locker room were getting pretty hairy and sporting some much larger cocks than the previous year and occasionally you would see one of them getting a hard-on which they really tried hard to cover-up. After one of our sex-education classed late that spring I learned for the first time that there were three ways to ejaculate - by a wet-dream, masturbation or through sex. I started feeling up my scrotum and penis each night before I went to bed and soon discovered the pleasurable feelings associated with rubbing my penis. Shortly thereafter I had dry orgasms that I realized were the beginning to becoming a man. Then one morning it happened and I woke up to discover my shorts filled with some sticky fluid. At first I was scared of what might have happened, but by that night when I did my usual rubbing session, I was delighted to realize that my orgasms had now begun to prove that I was a man. By the late summer of my sixteenth year I had lengthened out and gotten much more hair....and I was horny all the time. It was time to get my annual physical and so I drove myself into town after my mother set up an appointment late one afternoon to see the doctor. It was new doctor in town and I was a little apprehensive about seeing him and also wondering about how my body would react to being stripped naked to the usual physical exam. When I arrive at the office, which was only a small clinic, I was told to wait for the doctor and it was obvious that I would be one of the last patients for the day. Finally the nurse called my name and ushered me to a small office with the usual raised medical couch a chair and a cabinet that had all kinds of drawers and some bottles in the glass cases. As I waited for the doctor, I hoped that he would get me out of here soon, as I was getting horny and really wanted to get back home to do a little rub-down session. The doctor came in, said "Hi" and told me he name was "Dr. Jillian." He looked to be a lot younger than I expected maybe in his early thirties, about six feet tall and fairly slim of build. He asked me what I needed a physical for and I told him that I was on the basketball team and also did some track. He seemed interested in my athletic activities and soon seemed to put me at ease. He had me take off my shirt and T-shirt and with that cold stethoscope moved it over my back and had me couch a few times. He checked my eyes and ears and then said that he should probably check my body for any moles or distinguishing marks because he said that place on my chart had not been checked in previous years. He asked me to take off my pants and then had me turn around so he could see my back and legs and ran his hands up and down both my front and back side. When he commented that I was displaying the usual body hair for a young man who must be into puberty I didn't think much of it and took it as a compliment. But then he said it was obvious that now I was getting to be an older teen that I should have a full phyical. At first I didn't quite know what he meant by that, although locker- room talk always used to scare you into hearing that the doctor will put his finger up your butt. Even before that thought crossed my mind the doctor asked me to take down my briefs and stand before him as he knelt down to feel my scrotum and have me do the usual coughing routine. But as soon as that was finished instead of telling me to get dressed he said that I needed to have the full men's exam and that I should lay over the end of the table with my butt facing him. He told me this part of the exam was not going to hurt but it was necessary to see that I didn't have an enlarged prostate and it was important to remember that I was now a man who could make babies if I didn't know about the plumbing of my body. I tried to tell him that we had had a sex education class in high school about that but he seemed to dismiss it as not enough. Putting on a pair of latex gloves he pulled out a tub of jelly and squeezed some out on his hand. Then he slowly started to rub it into my butt hole and the feeling was incredible. All of the sudden he slipped a finger past the sphincter muscles and it startled me for a moment so that I jerked ahead. He told me just to remain still it would take but a moment to complete this part of the exam. I could feel him reaching into my rectum with his finger and he was pushing down on what I would learn was my prostate gland. I thought it would be slipped out in a just a moment but instead he seemed to take a long time feeling around. He asked me if I had noticed any burning in my penis when I urinated and I told him no. Then he wanted to know if I did any horseback riding. And again I said no. Finally he slipped his finger out and said, "I don't understand why you would have an enlarged prostate but it is a sure sign of an infection. I am going to have to give you some medicine to see if we can take care of it. But before I do that I suppose we should see if it has affected your fertility." And with that he left me laying over the examining couch with my but up in the air while he went out and told be not to move. In a few moments he came back and I couldn't see what he had but he told me that it was necessary for me to give him a semen sample to check if the infection had affected my manhood. He went to one of the examination table drawers and pulled out a device that he said was an anal retractor. It would help him to better be able to get at my prostate. Then he went to another drawer and got a syringe. He said he was going to give me two shots. The first was lidocaine to numb up my prostate after which we would collect a semen sample and the second would be an antibiotic. Without even asking me he pulled the anal retractor and slowly started to shove it into my rectum. It didn't hurt but was kind of cold. Apparently he had kind of greased it up well to get it to go in. Then he began to slowly notch it open - wider and wider. He told me not to resist the action of the retractor but to just breathe slowly and let it do its work. The wider the retractor got the more it began to hurt and in not too long a time I told him that he was hurting me. He said that the retractor had to be open that far so that he could locate my prostate and get the needle in the right spot. It didn't take him long to load the syringe and then with one gloved finger in my ass he apparently guided the syringe to the spot that he wanted it to go. He told me I would feel just a pin prick and then the lidocaine would do its work. He was right and I began feeling the prostate go numb and I began to get an incredible hard-on which I hoped the doctor wouldn't notice. With my prostate numbed up he told me it was necessary that we get a semen sample and that he would have to help me. He asked be to jump up on the examining table and lay down. There was no way I could hide my big hard-on so I did as I was told and when he saw it he commented that it would be alright. This part of the exam would be the most pleasurable. He then put some very greasy fluid on his fingers and with a larger beaker in one hand to catch my sperm began to give me the most exciting hand job I have ever had. Although I didn't want to come and was embarrassed to be with another man when I came, my body just couldn't resist the wonderful sensations that his fingers gave my penis. I tired to hold out as long as I could, but I could feel the sperm mounting and just when I couldn't hold it any more I yelled out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shot not one or two loads into that beaker but at least eight or ten....three or four times more than I ever had before. Dr. Jillian just held my penis in place and let me keep coming as he smiled seeing how well I was doing. I dropped in exhaustion on the table and the Doctor said I did a good job. He then told me to wait there and he would check the sperm content. I didn't wait long before he rolled a small cart into the office with a microscope and said, I think you might be interested in seeing this. Not wanting me to disturb the rectal retractor he helped me get off the table and I looked under the microscope and my sperm wiggling all over the slide. It was the first time that I had ever seen what sperm looked like and the doctor said that he was right...my count was much lower than it should be and I needed the antibiotic. With that he ordered me to bend over the end of the examining table and he prepared the next shot to go up my butt and into the my prostate. This one he said was big but since my prostate was numbed up I wouldn't feel it very much and very shortly he found the right spot again with this finger and the needle went in. Slowly he removed the retractor and at first I didn't think my butt hole was going to close up, but then it seemed to close up and he said I should get dressed. You are going to have a little soreness in your prostate for a day or so and I will need to have you come back into the office for another shot in three days. I think we can get this condition cleared up real soon, but I must warn you not to jock-off until you come back. Don't worry about the cost of the antibiotics we'll just take care of it from our supply here at the clinic and don't worry about having to telling anyone about this infection, it is not real serious yet so we'll just let it be our story to keep. Thus was the beginning of some new experiences that really made my trips to the doctor exciting.