A Visit to the Urologist
Back when I was a junior in college, I met this really strange girl. My buddies and I went to the local bar in our college town with no expectations to get lucky, but I miraculously hit it off with this chick. We were both drunk so our conversation was loose and humorously playful. I found out she was a senior at our college and was in a sorority. I remembered seeing her face before, but I couldn’t recall her name. She mentioned it once, but I quickly forgot it and called her pet names instead. Later, around 3 AM, she leaned over into my ear for some privacy and randomly blurted, “I need some anal sex, and I need it right now.”
I just laughed and said, “Oh yea? I think I can help you with that.” I said goodbye to my buddies, who all gave me gestures of ‘way to go’ and some chuckles when they saw the girl with me. As we walked home, she told me why she needed a good fucking. Apparently she and her sorority friends had some kind of bet and she lost, so needed to get screwed in her back door. I just nodded along to her story and couldn’t believe my luck that she chose me.
We went back to my room and found my roommate sleeping. He woke up at our entry, saw my girl and knew the drill. He leaped out of bed and put some shorts on and went down the hall to watch some TV in the lounge for a while. My girl looked at me and said, “Hey, you know what would make this kinkier? If we fucked in your roommate’s bed!”
I laughed and replied, “That’s a bold plan, but no thanks. He sleeps naked in there and I don’t want my junk touching things his has.” She just gave me a “whatever” look and started stripping. Her body wasn’t amazing, but she had an interesting tattoo of a sun right above her butt crack. Her blond hair reached just above her neck and it was styled into pigtails. Her pussy was completely hairless but it had what looked like some razor bumps, so it wasn’t exactly attractive. Her tits were her redeeming feature. While they were obviously fake, they compensated by perfectly shaped and just the right size to hold. After giving me a look of her body, she smacked her ass a few times and bent over.
I took off my clothes and tossed them in a corner. I looked for a condom, but she grabbed my wrist and whispered, “Look, don’t bother. It’s in the butt, I can’t get pregnant. Just go free and shoot it all in there, I want to see what it feels like.” She returned to face forward, completely uninterested in my nakedness. It was a really depersonalized encounter, but the alcohol in me prevented me from caring. All I wanted was my dick to be in her butt.
I stepped up to her butt and started rubbing my cock up and down her crack. I briefly thought about lubing my dick up, but I was too drunk to take it seriously, so I just started to push pressure on her anus. She cringed a little and let out a little cry, squeezing her cheeks together. After a few seconds, she calmed down and motioned for me to continue.
Her earlier grimace woke my common sense, so I pulled my dick back and spat in my hand. I rubbed my spit all over my dick and all over her asshole. It wasn’t much for lubrication, but she seemed to enjoy the rubbing. I returned my dick to her hole and pushed it in, this time all the way in. She groaned as my length penetrated her, but didn’t say stop. When my dick was all the way in, he let out a louder moan and arched her back, causing her hips to rise a little and giving me a direct look of her spread asshole and glistening pussy. I gave her a few seconds to get used to her bowels being filled. Then I pulled my dick all the way out and let her anus squeeze shut.
I observed her little hole and rubbed some more spit on it, saying in my head that this hole was mine now. I pushed my dick back in, let the full length rest for a bit, then pulled all the way out. The ass needs to be eased into sex or else it’s not as pleasurable for the bottom. So I repeated the full penetration and full removal process a few times. The first few times I penetrated her she just groaned in mild pain. Around the fifth or so time, her groans became gasps of pleasure, so I sped up my penetrations and stopped removing my dick on the back pulls. I laughed mentally as I realized I tamed her asshole as if it were some circus lion. Her butt was now ready to respond to my actions and give her great feelings.
She repositioned herself and prepared for another push in. I surprised her by rocketing my dick forward and rapidly thrusting in and out, giving her a rough but intense fuck. Her anus was convulsing around my rod, unsure whether to snap shut or widen as far as it could go. I kept up my pace until I felt her tighten hard around my dick and moan. I sped up as fast my hips would go and shot my load all over her innards. She hadn’t cum yet, so I continued to fuck her. The thrusts slid against the cum lining her rectal walls, so every once and a while a squishy noise would escape from her behind. It was definitely slipperier, so my thrusts became faster and I felt her tense up. She let out a cry of ecstasy and her back slouched down. Her anus calmed and completely loosened. I pulled my dick out and observed her gaping hole, the hole I tamed. Cum was leaking out all over the place and the hole was unable to completely squeeze shut. I knew it would eventually, but for now the muscles were in shock and were unable to control the sphincter.
When she woke from her orgasm, I pulled her into my bed and tucked her in. She quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the butt fuck and the alcohol. I put some shorts and told my roommate he could come in. We crawled into our own beds and fell asleep.
The next morning my girl was still sleeping next to me when I woke up. I saw my roommate looking at me happily. I asked him, “What are you so happy about? You’re not the one that got laid last night.”
“Yup, I certainly did not fuck the class whore, certainly did not.” I looked at him in confusion, then rolled over to look at the girl better. I didn’t realize it last night, but it was Cindy, the senior class whore. She was rumored to be easy beyond belief, probably because she couldn’t get any guys after she was rumored to have herpes. And I slept with her last night!
“Oh shit oh shit man! Oh shit!” I just jumped out of bed and paced back and forth. “Dude, what am I going to do? Am I going to get herpes? Fuck man fuck! Wait… can you get herpes from anal sex?”
My roommate replied sarcastically, “Nah man, of course not. It’s not like bacteria and other germs grow in the butt. Especially not germs from butt fucks.” Of course he was joking, it was especially obvious to me because I was a biology major. I of course knew bacteria and viruses grew in the ass and that could include herpes.
“That fucking bitch told me to not wear a condom either. Fuck!” I shook her violently until she woke up dazed. She looked at me sleepily, then realized where she was. She pulled off the covers, uncaring that she was stark naked, dressed and left without saying a word. I just glared at her the entire time, paying extra attention to her crotch. Fortunately, they really were razor bumps and not sores, so if the rumors were true, her herpes was at least in recession or under control. Either way I was disgusted, so I shouted a few things at her as I kicked her out. She denied being diseased, but I still was freaked out.
After she left, my roommate gave me a pat on the back and comfortingly said, “Dude, just stop by the college infirmary tomorrow. You know every Wednesday a local Urologist comes in for this very stuff.” He was right, but that didn’t make me calm down. I spent the entire day worrying that I had contracted an incurable STD.
The next day I woke up extra early and walked over the infirmary. As expected, it was completely dead, save for a sleepy receptionist and the nurse in the back room. I quietly asked if the Urologist was coming today and the receptionist replied of course. As I turned to sit down, she warned me the Urologist was a female today and that I shouldn’t be surprised. At that moment, it didn’t matter if it was man, woman, or robot, I just wanted my dick clean.
About 15 minutes later, the Urologist came in. To my surprise, she was hardly older than me. She was probably somewhere in her thirties, but she kept herself in shape and it paid off. She saw me sitting in the lobby and asked if I was her first patient. I nodded, so she motioned me to the examination room.
She unloaded her briefcase, taking out a few instruments and a few packages of supplies. She then looked at me and asked, “So, what brings you in today?”
I hesitated, but finally said, “Monday night I slept with a girl without protection. I didn’t know it at the time, but I later found out she might have herpes. I’m afraid I got them too.”
The doctor looked at me and said, “Slept with a girl? That’s all you can tell me?” She put emphasis on slept, questioning how far I went. It was a valid question, but I was reluctant to give up that vital detail.
“I… we… I fucked her in the ass,” I said bluntly, too embarrassed to think of an eloquent way to put it. The doctor didn’t act phased at all and just tossed a gown at me.
“Ok, that’s all I needed to know. Yes, you can still contract herpes from anal sex. Your greatest chance is to have direct contact with them, so if she had any around her anus, it increases your chance. She might just have it around her genitals, but I need to examine you to be sure. Please go behind the curtain and take off all your clothes. Leave the opening of the gown in the back,” the doctor commanded.
I walked over and stripped. The gown was very revealing, acting more like a large shirt than a robe. If I stood up tall, my entire lower body was revealed, including my penis. It didn’t help the fabric was entirely open at my back with no ties or buttons to close it. While I was changing, she asked me several questions like if I had discharge when I peed or if it hurt during or after the stream. It relieved me a little that I was able to reply no to all of them, but it could be too early for those symptoms. After I changed, I hunched over to cover my penis with the tiny gown, opened the curtain and walked over to the table.
She gave me an amused look and said, “Stand up straight, you look ridiculous.” I did as she asked, revealing my dick to her. Again she didn’t act phased. She put a large sheet of paper over the examination table and patted for me to get on it. I climbed on and sat down. The table was really more of a chair in a reclining position. I laid back and felt the doctor lightly tap on my legs, signifying I should spread them.
So there I laid, basically naked in front of this sexy woman with my dick hanging out. Her fresh latex gloves were still a little cool, so when she grabbed my cock, it twitched at the coldness. I concentrated on not getting erect as she fondled me and looked around.
“I appreciate that you shave your pubic hair, it makes checking for anything wrong on the surface a little easier,” the doctor said as she felt around above my cock. She cupped by balls and felt the tubing inside, making sure the plumbing was good. It as obvious she had did this many times before. In the back of my mind, I thought about this sexy woman working on guys all day long, feeling their junk for hours on end. That caused my loins to stir a little, but I returned to concentrating on politics to keep my penis down.
After a while, the doctor pulled her hands away and wrote a few things on her clipboard. Without looking up she said, “Well, my surface examination showed no signs of concern, but it might be too early for symptoms. I need some samples for testing, which include urine and some cells from your genitals.”
She reached into briefcase and pulled out some instruments. In one hand was an empty plastic jar with a seal over it, and in the other was a long rod. “I suggest we take the urine sample first, because you probably won’t want to pee after this other test,” she calmly said, but I didn’t like the sound of it.
I climbed off the examination table and stood there. I looked around for the bathroom but didn’t see anything. She saw me looking, so she said, “Oh, the bathroom is across the hall, but you probably don’t want to go out there dressed like that. Just pee in here.” She went back to writing down some notes.
I thought about going behind the curtain to do it, but what was the point. She had seen me naked and she was a doctor, it really didn’t matter. So I took off the jar’s lid. With one hand I held the jar near my penis and with the other hand I aimed my penis into it. I released my stream until the jar was full, which was fortunately when my bladder was empty. When I finished, I looked up to see her watching me, her eyes in an almost trance.
“Uh, here it is,” I nervously said to her. She jerked back to reality and grabbed the jar. She brought it to a counter and crouched over to see it at eye level. I was a few feet away, so I looked over and had a direct view down her top. Her cleavage was a nice average size and I noticed the visible part of her breasts were tan all over. I pondered whether she tanned topless or if she just wore super skimpy bikinis. After she finished looking at the sample, she stood up and walked over to me.
“Alright, one last test. This is the part guys don’t like,” she said as she picked the little rod. “I need to collect a sample of cells from your genitals. I’m not looking at your cells specifically, but the cells of foreign bodies infecting your insides. So that means this rod is going in your urethra.”
The blood drained from my face as I looked at the rod. Earlier it looked a little smaller than a pencil. Now that I knew its purpose, it looked like a baseball bat. I gulped and said, “Will this hurt?”
“It normally doesn’t because I give a localized anesthetic, but unluckily for you, I forgot to pack them. Do you want to stop by my office later, or just get it over with now and brace it like a man?” she asked as she looked down at my dick.
Of course I wanted the anesthetic, but I also wanted the results as soon as possible. “Argh… ah fuck, this is punishment for me being so careless! Just get it over with,” I said as I gritted my teeth. She motioned me to sit back on the examination table, so I did.
She grabbed my dick with one hand and held the rod with the other. Looking at the rod, I asked, “wait, shouldn’t you like, lube that that up?”
She shook her head and said, “sorry, the lubrication is also the anesthetic. We could try using something else in the office, but I’m afraid it would get stuck and clog up your pipes. Then we would be in an even bigger mess.”
I wanted to scream at my unluckiness, but I just closed my eyes tightly and prepared. She returned to holding my dick with her hand and pressed the rod against the tip of my pee hole. She mumbled she was going to start the test and started pushing it in.
The feeling was indescribable. At first it was unbelievably painful and I was sure I was going to faint. It felt like my entire dick was on fire and was exploding from the inside. Imagine a staple or paper clip being shoved underneath a fingernail–the pain easily surpassed that. I couldn’t help but let out a few cries of pain. The doctor took that as sign to pause, letting the agonizing process go on longer. While the penetration was ungodly painful, the stationary presence of the rod was even worse.
“Doctor, fuck, please… oh god, this hurts!! Hurry it up!” I cried at her. She resumed the slow push in, relieving me from the pain of a stationary rod, but giving me the pain of deeper penetration. She continued to push the rod in further until it was down to her handle. It had to be 8 inches of solid metal inside my dick, a place never before penetrated and a place I never wanted visitors.
Surprisingly, after she passed the first two inches, the pain magically vanished. It was like my urethra finally woke up and dilated, allowing for a smoother passage in. I calmed down, which helped the doctor regain her confidence, so she held the rod in place and started to slowly twist it. “The twisting lodges the samples on the rod so they don’t fall off when I pull it back out,” she said in case I was curious.
The twisting started to feel a little nice. It was exciting nerves that have never been excited, and my dick felt like it was glowing on the inside. I opened my eyes and looked down. You wouldn’t expect this, but seeing this massive rod at the tip of my cock looked really hot. Seeing things exit from my dick wasn’t anything special, but seeing this shiny instrument decorate my tip and bulge out the outer rim of my shaft was exciting. I sneaked my hand in and lightly grabbed my dick, feeling the soft tissue compress until it hit the solid rod in the center. The whole ordeal was turning me on and I felt my cock grow around the rod. I couldn’t stop it with my usual tricks. It wasn’t long before I had a full erection.
The doctor looked at me in surprise, probably never having a patient get hard when something was lodged in his dick. She felt it get hard with both hands since one hand was actually holding my dick and the other hand was being pushed back as the rod moved around my expanding shaft. She watched the entire process and her eyes were a little glazed, hiding a hint of lust in them.
“Ok then, that’s enough for this tes… trial. We need to take a few more trials,” she said. I knew I only needed to have my dick probed once, but I was curious about the feeling, so I didn’t object.
She quickly slipped the rod out of my dick and prepared another. I was almost knocked out by the removal, however, as it was incredible feeling. Going in felt awkward, but the removal was like pissing a hundred streams all once while ejaculating a hundred orgasms. It was a quick and and easy slip, so the feeling didn’t last very long. Either way, it made my entire lower body react in surprise. My balls jumped and hit the back of my groin hard and my sac shriveled. My anus clamped shut and my entire body jumped. It was definitely different from the feeling of ejaculation, but it wasn’t far from it either. In a mild sense it was painful, but it was mostly a bizarre and fun feeling. I started drooling at the thought of doing it again and I prepared for the next.
When she started pushing the next rod in, I was much less constricted, so it went in a lot easier. There was hardly any pain that time. She again let it go in the entire way and started twisting. When she started to pull it out, she surprised me by pushing it right back in. Her gestured turned into a light bob, as if she were masturbating the air above my cock with the rod. The rod slid up and down the my entire length, so I got the repeated sensation of filling and release. I couldn’t handle it, my hips started bucking and tears were forming at my eyes. The thought that I was being fucked was overpowering and the feeling was too intense to keep up for long. I started to cum, but because the rod was blocking the exit for my cum, my cum just hit the rod forcefully and it stopped.
She felt my orgasm hit the rod so she finally pulled the rod out. With it came some cum sticking to the rod, but most was oozing around in the middle of my shaft. She milked the rest out by gently pulling on my dick and massaging my balls, causing me to drip the remainder of the cum out slowly. She looked at me soothingly and continued to fondle my dick after it went flaccid. Suddenly she panicked and said, “Oh god, no! I’m your doctor, I can’t do this! Please, don’t tell anyone!”
I looked at her in the eyes and gave her an assured look, “Trust me, I won’t tell anyone. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to blabbing that I came to a frickin rod fucking my urethra.”
She let out a sigh of relief as her calm look returned to her face. Her eyes started to build up that lusty look again and she said to me, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m so fucking turned on right now… but I’ll have to wait to act on it until after work. I’ll test your samples right away to see if you can, uh, assist me after work.”