Let him do it
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“Mmm-hmm” you say, replacing the word “yes”. You stand up to undo the belt that you wear. The doctor, almost subconsciously, placing his hands on your backside as if to “help”. You only feel this for a moment before you understand his regret and take his hand off. With loosened pants that you unbuttoned and unzipped, you shuffle them down just enough to release your semi-erect cock, and golf ball sized testicles.
The doctor had turned his back during your reveal to fix a latex glove onto his left hand. When he turns around he doesn’t noticeably flinch at your hard-on. “O-kay,” He starts. “We’re gonna have you rest on the table.” He pats the sanitary paper as if it were a red carpet. You shuffle onto the edge, and to “help you down”, the good doctor placed his right hand on your chest to lead you laying down.
The doctor comes to the opposite end of the table, where your legs hang off the edge. He sits in the low office chair and places his left hand on your groin. “Tell me if there is any pain or discomfort.” he reads the phrase from his mind. The doctor prods and massages in various parts of your penis. It feels uncomfortable. He’s moving your balls so they rub against the sharp cold teeth of your Fly.
The doctor sees you wince every-time he moves your soft balls. “Lets have you pull your pants off.” You lift your lower end in the air and wiggle to shake them off. For some reason, the awkward pattern was easy. You would swear there was an extra pair of hands helping you. Without restrictions the doctor now moves freely around your penis. It feels different however. His synthetic rubber hand is replaced by a warm gentle touch.
"Stand up please.” He instructs. You do so. The ridged motion has your cock bouncing around freely. “O-kay,” He gives an unexpected delay. “Turn and cough please.” His instructions are simple.
A final cough, and an awkward silence to follow. The doctor had been more concerned about your length than the exam. He stares, frozen at his own thoughts.
