SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Let’s begin. I’m 35 years old, light brown, about 6.2 ft, and have that slight beer belly that most men who don´t have the patience to work out and diet all the time have. As for my dick, it’s no big deal, far from being a porn star: hard, it has 4 inches and a normal thickness. The problem is that when it’s soft, it gets between 1 and 1.5 inches. But let’s go back in history. At the time, I was feeling a little tired, and one day I was on one of those pharmacy scales and saw that my blood pressure was a little high, so I decided to see a doctor for a general checkup. I was not sure which doctor to see. I searched the site to find a medical clinic and decided to check with the same general practice; at least I would know they would order some tests and everything would be fine.

I called; the person who answered told me he had availability next week and had scheduled me, confirming the date and saying the consultation would be with Dr. Natalia. When I heard a woman’s name, of course I wondered if she was pretty or sexy, but soon forgot. When the day of the appointment came, I went to the site. It was around 4 in the afternoon, so I went straight from work. I went in and talked directly with the receptionist. Unlike most medical clinics, where the receptionist is always an old lady, this one was a young girl, just over 20 years old and very pretty.

The body did not give me a chance to see right because she was sitting, but I could see that she had big tits. She asked me to climb a ladder and wait at the reception so that Dr. Natalia would call me. I went upstairs, and there was no one at the reception. I was prepared to wait hours to be called, but I haven’t heard back. I had barely sat down when the office door opened, and she called me in. The doctor should be 30 years old, maybe a little more. She has light brown, almost blond, hair, a thin build, and wears glasses with thick rims, which give her a nerdy look. She wore a white lab coat and had denim pants and shoes underneath.

There was a woman who would draw attention with difficulty among others, but she was beautiful. She asked me to sit down and began to query. The beginning was the usual, he asked why I was there, asked about my background, how I felt, this stuff. I explained everything, said it was sedentary and everything else. She then asked me to get up, take off my clothes, and stay only in underwear so that she could examine me. I confess I was ashamed; it would be very strange to stand in front of her in underwear only, but I was there only as a medical patient, so I took everything off and put it on the chair. – Can you step on the scale, put your arms at your side and stand back, please?

I did what she told me, and then she measured me, weighed me, noted it on the card, and asked me to sit on the table. Then she began to listen to my heart, which was racing from the situation, and a few other tests that I do not quite understand. Then, when everything was done, she started talking to me: – You have said that you already had an operated hernia, no? – That – It’s been a while? – A 5-year – Which side was it? – The right one. – And you feel some pain, yet? – No, it seems that everything is okay. – And the tenderness at the site? – I don’t feel anything strange; just when it’s cold, it seems that it gives some twinges. She looked thoughtful for a moment and told me what made me even more nervous: “You can lower the underwear a little?” I want to analyze the site and also see if you have no problems on the other side. It’s super common for someone who has slipped on one side to have slipped on the other side as well.

I did not believe it; I would have to drop my undies to a woman I barely knew, and although she’s a doctor and she’d be used to it, it was still embarrassing. But since there was no way around it, I did so. She went to her desk and put on those test gloves. When I lowered my underwear, all that nervous situation seemed to have affected and made my cock, which was already small, shrink. I could barely see him; it was just a little something wrinkled near the balls. The doctor then came close, leaned over, stood a few feet away from that small thing, and began analyzing my operation. She examined the scar, said it had apparently been a well-done operation, and began to ask more questions and touch me. I was scared and ashamed; I could barely concentrate and answered all monosyllabic. Then she asked me to cough; you would see if there was something there. When I coughed the first time, she held my bag to feel something, and I almost choked. She asked again, and more strongly, and there I was, naked with my balls in the hand of a beautiful doctor and having to cough.

She then said that everything was fine; I had no hernia on the other side. However, when I thought it was over, she asked me another question. – I noticed that you are not circumcised. Do you have phimosis? I swear I did not expect that question, but barely had time to think, because someone knocked on the door. Dr. Natalia then asked who he was: “It’s me, Denise.” I’m here to pick up the health plan reports you’ve signed; the courier is here to take them. – Oh, I forgot, Denise. Wait, I will deliver them to you. And there she got up and opened the door to talk to the pretty receptionist. – Just a moment. The receptionist came in, and everything was so fast that I barely had time to cover my cock with my hands. She walked two steps into the room, and when she saw me there, naked and only with hands covering my small cock, she also blushed. I looked away; I was dying of shame. And by the time it felt like an eternity, Dr. Natalia signed some papers and handed them to the receptionist, who, before leaving, gave me a look-up-and-down and giggled.

At that time, I wanted a hole to hide in. – Where were we? – Asked Dr. Natalia, looking back at me. – Oh yes, I asked if you had phimosis. – Nah-not-e-i. – Stammering, I said I didn’t know if he had it or not. I didn’t think so, but was not sure. – Okay, that at his age is not good. Well, let me analyze. – And so she asked me to put his hands to the side and took my dick. My heart pounded even more as I looked down, saw those hands moving it away from my skin, and checked my head. So my cock began to grow. I was even more ashamed, but there was nothing I could do. – Do not worry – she said, without taking her eye off my cock – it is a normal reaction. In fact, it is good for the exam because it was too small and it was difficult to look right. At that time I wanted to die.

It was not enough to be there, naked with a doctor stirring in my cock, I had to hear her say that I had a tiny dick. She then finished the examination, said it was not phimosis, just a slightly larger skin, which was normal for a penis that size, and that if I wanted, I could look for a urologist to remove it. I then spoke to the doctor, and he gave me a series of tests, including an ultrasound of the abdomen and the scrotum. He said that when I had the results, I was to get back there.

I picked up the papers and left. As I was leaving, I saw Denise at the reception desk. She asked me while I was trying to go unnoticed: “Will I set the return already?” – Not yet, the doctor ordered some tests. – I understand, then call to see the return as soon as possible. – And she giggled. I got out of there fast, still half gone through everything. And the worst is that I have to go back there after doing the tests. But the tests themselves were another story.

 

The End.

 

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