Visit to the Doctor

“Good Morning, Red Bay doctors surgery, how can I help?”

“Hi, can I make an appointment to see Dr. Johnson please?” I asked the triage nurse on the phone

“May I ask what the problem is sir?” She replied

“Err…Yeah, it’s about a scar I have. I want to check its healed okay”

“Okay, where about’s is the scar?”

“It’s err, on my penis” I answered, awkwardly

“Oh, okay, no problem. Dr. Johnson can see you at 5pm today. I’ll brief him on the details”

“5pm is great, thanks. Goodbye”

I felt awkward about going to see my doctor for a genital problem but thought it was the best thing to do. Around 6 months ago, I had an unfortunate accident while receiving a blowjob from my girlfriend at the time. She was trying to take me deep in her mouth and gagged strongly. In doing so, she bit down and caused a deep cut on the underside of my shaft, about halfway down its length. I went immediately to hospital and had a couple of stitches, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Now, it seems to have healed fully, but it’s left a clear scar, so I thought I’d get it looked at to make sure it’s alright.

Dr. Johnson had been my doctor for years. He’d seen me for just about every ailment I’d had in my life. So I didn’t have too many worries about showing him my cock, even if it was awkward. later that day, I headed to the doctors. I approached the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m here for my appointment with Dr. Johnson” I said, giving them my name

“Oh, has no one called you?” replied the confused receptionist

“No, why?”

“Dr. Johnson was taken ill himself earlier today. Dr. Sheppard has taken over his appointments for the rest of the day. I’ll let her know that you’ve arrived” she explained.

“Dr. Sheppard is a woman?” I asked, considering the nature of my visit

“Yes, she is, is that a problem?” was the blunt retort from the receptionist

I thought for a moment, about if I would be comfortable showing a random woman my penis. This usually wouldn’t take a great deal of consideration but, in this case, it was for an entirely different reason than pleasure. I finally answered

“No, not a problem”

“Take a seat and she’ll call you through shortly” I was told

I obliged and sat in the busy waiting room. After a short wait, that always feels far longer when surrounded by people coughing and spluttering everywhere, my name was called through the speaker system. The voice was soft and feminine and had me wondering what to expect as I walked towards the doctors room. I knocked on the door.

“Come in” Spoke the same voice

I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw when I walked in. Dr. Sheppard was far from a disappointment. She had long dark hair tied in a neat ponytail. She wore black framed glasses that suited her gentle face perfectly and highlighted her green eyes and dark eye liner. She was slim and classy, wearing a black, knee length, pencil skirt over dark tights on her sleek legs. The doctors tight white blouse hugged her figure as it tucked into her dress, pulling tight around her well sized breasts and highlighting the black bra beneath. Subtle jewellery and black heels completed her sophisticated appearance. She slowly spun in her chair to face me.

“Take a seat, I’m Dr. Sheppard”

I sat down, still slightly taken aback by the doctors beauty.

“So, you have a scar you want me to look at? The notes I’ve been given are brief, where abouts is the scar?” She asked

“It’s errr, on my penis”

Dr. Sheppard sat up in her chair slightly.

“Oh. Well errr, standard procedure is that a male doctor would see to you in this case. Would you like me to rearrange your appointment for when Dr. Johnson is back?”

“To be honest, I think it’s mostly healed, I just wanted a second opinion.