Trip to Proctologist

When I turned 18, I started getting hemorrhoids from time-to-time. They would come, it would be painful for a day and then they would pass uneventfully, so I thought nothing of them. As time went on, they began to come a little more often and be a little more painful, so I bought a tube of Preparation H. That made things pass quickly and pretty painlessly again, so I just put up with the occasional problem and went about my life.

Surprisingly, though, over the years I began to feel some pleasure as I rubbed the gel on my ass and slipped the tip of my finger in to make sure I fully treated the problem. This pleasure was compounded when my new girlfriend took to rubbing my hole while we had sex. She was the first girl to ever do this to me and it felt wonderful. I started to really enjoy the feeling of an “anal massage.”

Then one day, my little problem got worse. After using the bathroom I noticed a little blood. I freaked out! I knew this wasn’t normal and wanted to get checked out immediately!

I called a proctologist and set up an appointment for the next week. I explained to the nurse on the phone what the problem was and she told me I needed to fast after midnight and use an enema the morning of the procedure to make sure I was properly cleaned out.

The morning of the exam arrived and I did everything the nurse had told me over the phone. I arrived at the doctor’s office early to fill out the paper work. When I was done with that, I was taken back to the exam room and was given a little hospital gown that I was told to change in to. The nurse then left the room to allow me to change.

The nurse came back in once I was changed and took my vital signs. She then asked why I was here and I briefly explained my symptoms. She then explained the exam that the doctor would perform to me.

She explained that I would need to get into what looks like a reverse chair. My stomach would be against the table bottom and the table would then move to raise me up. My legs would be in stirrups that would then spread my legs open to give the doctor proper access to my rectum for the exam. He would then use some lube to insert his fingers into my ass to conduct the exam and make sure everything was ok with my prostate and my anal muscles.

The nurse said the doctor would be in shortly and again left the room. I then got nervous. I realized that every now and then when I rubbed the Preparation H on myself, I would get a hard on. This reaction had just started after my girlfriend had began rubbing my ass during sex. It didn’t happen every time, but it was completely unpredictable as to when it would happen. How embarrassing would it be if it happened today?

I waited nearly 10 minutes before the doctor came into the room. I spent those entire 10 minutes worrying about getting a hard on during the exam that was about to performed and how horrified I would be if it happened.

When the doctor and the nurse finally come into the room, I was a little surprised by his appearance. I was expecting an older man, maybe with a little belly and a grey beard. Doctors, in my experience, were much better at telling patients how to lead a healthy lifestyle than they were at leading one themselves. Instead, he was in his late 30’s and obviously kept himself in good shape.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Stevens,” he introduced himself. “What seems to be the problem?”

I hated that! I just told the nurse what the problem was and had told them over the phone. He was reading my chart that said what the problem was.