'Mr Wilson?' 

I looked up. The pretty, no, make that the beautiful nurse standing in the door of the crowded waiting room, was tall, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes that scanned the room. I put down the magazine and stood. 'That's me.' 

She smiled a beguiling smile and held out her hand. 'Hi, I'm Dr O'Hara. My office is just down the hall.' She held the waiting room door open for me and then I followed her lead until she'd shown me into her office and locked the door behind me. 

'Um, doctor, I was actually expecting Dr Graham O'Hara.' 

'I'm not much for labels and such, so just call me Ann. Dad retired about two years ago. Have a seat.' I obeyed. 'Can I call you Tom?' I nodded. 'Okay, Tom. What can I do for you?' 

'It's kind of personal.' 

'You'd prefer a male doctor? No problem, I understand completely. I'll never forget my first GYN visit. Yuch! Let me see.' She spun and pulled up a booking calendar on her monitor. 'We can get you in to see Jack Costello on Tuesday. Is that all right?' It was only Thursday. 

'Nothing sooner?' 

'Sorry.' 

'I don't think I can wait that long.'

'You're stuck with me then. What's the problem?'

'All right. Here goes. When I pee, the tip of my penis burns a bit.' 

'Any blood?' 

'No.' 

'What colour's the water?'

'Pale yellow.' 

'Good. Any gunk oozing out?'

'No.' 

'Is your penis look inflamed? Bright red or discoloured in any way?'

'No.' 

'Any other symptoms? Constipation? Diarrhoea? Fever? Aches? Pains?'

'I get tired real easy.' 

'Right. We'll run some labs, blood and urine, and take it from there depending on the results. In the meantime I'll prescribe an anaesthetic ointment to ease the discomfort until we know what's going on. Is that all right?'  

I heaved a huge sigh of relief, took the prescription, thanked her and headed straight for the chemist's shop.

My phone rang late on Monday afternoon. 

'Tom? Hi, it's Ann. I have your test results. Can you drop by my office?'

I glanced at my watch. It was 6:15. 'Doesn't your office close at six?' 

'I'm just catching up on some paperwork so I'll be here for a while yet.'

'Twenty minutes?' 

'Perfect. I'll see that the front door is unlocked.' 

Thirty minutes later I was there and found her waiting for me at the reception desk working at the PC. 'There you are! Let's go to my office.' She led the way and I couldn't help admiring her butt. Where there'd been a floppy lab coat here was now a nice tight skirt. Once again she locked the door behind us.

'Locking me in? Should I be worried?' 

She laughed. 'Definitely! But, seriously, we're not the only ones here. Have a seat.' I sat and she flipped on her monitor. 'I have your lab results. The urine was clear, no trace of blood or any sign of infection. Your blood shows a bit of anaemia, so I'll set up some more tests to have a closer look at that. For now I'd just like to have a look at the plumbing if that's all right.' 

I was feeling more comfortable with her now so I said 'fine.' 

'It's been a while so we might as well do a general check up while we're at it. She handed me one of those gowns that are supposed to give patients the illusion of modesty. 

'Everything?' 

'You can keep your socks on.' She turned back to her monitor to reinforce the illusory fantasy of privacy.

The exam was efficient and thorough. 'So far, so good,' she said as she looked over my EKG tracing. 'You've lost a kilo or two over the last few years that you can ill afford, but nothing to worry about. Are you ready for the main event?' 

She was, I thought, referring to my troublesome dick. 'I guess so.' I was wrong. 

'I'll start with your prostate. Is that all right? You're over forty so we should be looking at it every year from now on.' 

'Okay.' Not that it mattered. Already the blue glove was on her one hand and the lube tube was in her other. 

'Lie on your side, facing the wall, knees to your chest please.' Latex fingers spread my cheeks and there was a quick squirt of cold lube, followed by a probing finger. It felt surprisingly good and it wasn't just a simple push. There was a bit of a twirl and a bit of subtle in and out thrusting giving me a definite and very pleasant tingling sensation. I must have let out a little gasp, because she suddenly stopped. 'Are you all right? Did I hurt you?' 

'No. No! I'm fine, thanks.' 

'Lookit, if I'm doing anything that makes you uncomfortable at all, just say so.' There was a few moments silence before the gentle, delicious, delightful probing resumed, and a few moments later, 'Are you still all right?'

'Yes! Keep going. You're doing great!' 

'That's what I like to hear!' Her finger pushed in deeper and suddenly the pleasant tingling graduated to outright ecstasy as she found my prostate and delicately, deliberately, provocatively, circled it, stroking it, ever so gently and persistently sending wave after wave of sensual pleasure from my back door all the way up and into my cock. 'Nice and firm. Not soggy or boggy. Lovely and small. In short, a perfectly boring little prostate.' Nevertheless the massage went on and in a minute or three my cock was standing  at attention and throbbing like a drum. My breathing was heavy and sounded way too loud. The delightful caressing went on for yet another two or maybe three full minutes longer. 'I'm taking my finger back now, Tom. Is that all right?' It wasn't, but I didn't dare say so and She disengaged without the need for an answer. 'Could you roll onto your back, please?' I sighed and obeyed and didn't really mind that my pride and joy was on full display and oozing pre-cum. 

She took hold of my cock in her bare hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. 'Now that makes examining this naughty little tip of yours a bit easier, doesn't it? But first I'll just see what else is going on here.' She let go and stripped off her glove and replaced it with another, then took hold of my balls and fondled them. 'No swelling or lumps. Very good. By the way, your perineum is a very sensitive erogenous zone. Did you know that?' I shook my head. 'This bit, under the scrotum is the root of your penis and just full of sensory nerves.' Her finger pressed and massaged and the feeling was both intense and delightful. 'In fact this whole area is very sensitive to touch. How's this?' Her thumb was pressing a particularly sensitive spot just in front of my anus and then she slid a gloved finger into the anus itself and it was like a lightning bolt striking and setting fire to me up from head to toe. I moaned and it came out more like a whimper. 'Your wife's name is Helen, isn't it? You should show her how to do this for you.' 

'No. I'm on my own now. We got divorced a few years ago.' 

'I'm sorry to hear that, but eating you own cooking probably explains the anaemia.' Her free hand took hold of my cock again and began stroking it, light on the downstroke and tight on the upstroke. 'I'm just going to have a wee look now.' The stroking stopped and with two fingers and a very delicate touch she pinched and rotated the very tip of my cock at the pee-hole. There was a slight sting. I must have reacted more sharply than I thought. 'Sorry,' she said. but kept on with the exceptionally light massage. At a certain point the sting recurred, and again, a third time. And then it disappeared. 

'Whoa! What did you do?' 

'I can't be telling you all my little secrets. Can I? Let's just call it "Dr Ann's magic touch".' Her hand went back to stroking my erection from top to bottom and bottom to top. 

'Seriously?' 

'Maybe just a bit of debris in the urethra. Crusted semen, maybe. Who knows?' 

'I'm not sexually active!' 

'Unhealthy! But maybe an incomplete wet dream? But I have a cure for that too.' She leaned down, took me into her mouth, and tongued my throbbing cock against the roof of her mouth until I was ready to scream with unfulfilled pleasure. One of my hands found one of her breasts and the other gripped the back of her neck but not so hard as to stop her from bobbing up and down to lip-massage me and my cock to the very height of ecstasy. In very short order I found out that she was a swallower, not a spitter. 

'You can get dressed now,' she said as she stood up. 'By the way, where did you park?' 

'I walked here.' 

'Excellent! I can drive you home, and then you can invite me in and you can do for my G-spot what I did for your P-spot and for my clit what I did for your cock. In fact it wouldn't take much for you to convince me to let you sleep with your head between my thighs and your mouth on my pussy. Does that sound like a plan?' 

'A most excellent plan!' 

'I am so full of great and kinky ideas! For example, you didn't mind my extra-detailed exam of your prostate, so I am positive you'll adore my vibrating strap-on. Am I right? Or am I right?' 

'Oh my God! Please tell me you have it with you!' 

'I wish I could, but we'll save it for the next time. There will be a next time? I hope?' 

'Darling! This is the start of a very beautiful friendship! And so much more!'