This is a true story about a medical procedure that I had to undergo, and it contains no fiction.
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I was given a prostate exam by a doctor a few months after I turned 18. He was a good-looking, well built hunk in his mid-thirty's, with sexy blue eyes and a sincere smile. The problem was that he had massive hands, with long, very thick fingers.
The reason this constituted a problem was because I knew he was going to stick one of them up my ass, and I have a relatively small anus. I guess that's why my eyes kept darting back and forth from his face to his hands prior to the exam. I'm sure he picked up on my apprehension about the size of his fingers, butt he didn't give any indication of it.
He told me to strip completely naked, and while I was doing that he was putting a latex glove on his right hand. Then he dipped his entire index finger in a jar of lubricant and came out with an unusually large gob of it on his fingertip.
He watched me finish undressing, and then told me to bend over to where my shoulders were resting on the padded exam thingy, which resulted in my ass being spread wide open. Then without warning, he rammed his thick finger up my tight asshole and turned it in a circular motion.
The whole exam only took about two seconds, butt it left me dazed and confused. My subconscious mind apparently thought I was being fucked, and it was yelling at my conscious mind, "Hey, what's up with this Ron, you're supposed to be the top!"
The most perplexing thing was what the doctor said to me immediately after he yanked his big finger out of my asshole. He said, "Sorry."
Huh? Sorry? Sorry for what?? Had he read my mind about being a top? Then I thought to myself, "He probably apologized because you have a tight asshole, and you act so straight. He obviously realizes that straight males don't like to have another male ram the equivalent of a dick up their ass, particularly when they have a small anus."
Butt then again, I thought he might also be gay. And his apology may simply have been prompted by him feeling guilty about enjoying the exam, and being unable to express his appreciation due to obvious "professional constraints."
In other words, what he really wanted to say may have been, "Thank you for allowing me to stick my dick-sized finger up your teen ass, because I really enjoy finger fucking young males."
In any event, I decided to keep my mouth shut, as I figured that he would probably just ignore me if I asked him, "Sorry for what?" Because clearly, he wasn't going to respond with, "For ramming my big finger up your tight anus." Plus, I didn't want to say anything that would cause him to feel embarrassed.
Another issue was the huge gob of lubricant that he had put on the end of his finger. The vast majority of it wound up between my buttocks. After the exam, he directed my attention to a box of tissues, and turned his back to me while I was standing there naked, wiping my ass.
Butt I was still spaced out by the sudden loss of my virginity, as well as all the chatter coming from my subconscious. It kept affirming that, "You're the top," over and over, and, "Tops aren't supposed to have lubricant between their buttocks. Suppose you get knocked unconscious in an accident on the way home?
A gay male nurse would notice that your butt was pre-lubed when he spread your cheeks apart to stick a rectal thermometer in your asshole. Consequently, he would undoubtedly think you're a bottom, and he might fuck you later that night if you're still unconscious. You might even get nocturnal visits from some of his gay buddies!"
As a result of these irrational thoughts, I was taking an inordinate amount of time to thoroughly wipe my ass. And I was on my fourth tissue when the doctor suddenly turned around and stared at me in mid-wipe with his piercing blue eyes.
And he didn't have to say anything, because I knew exactly what he was thinking: "Oh great, my last patient was a chatterbox, and now I've got an obsessive compulsive ass wiper wasting my valuable time. I'll just stare at him while he's wiping himself in order to embarrass him. Then he'll move his lubricated ass out of here post-haste, and I can get the next sucker in here who's willing to pay me an exorbitant amount of money for a two second exam."
Unfortunately, at this point my subconscious had started to make my dick semi-erect, as though it was expecting me to fuck the doctor in order to show him who the real top was.
I quickly realized that the "politically correct" thing to do was to leave the remaining lubricant in place, and get my underwear and pants back on before my dick got any bigger. Otherwise, the good doctor might think I was trying to finish up what he started.
Being gay, I know how much I would enjoy being in a profession that enabled me to order young heterosexual males to strip naked while I watched, and then bend over so I could stick my finger up their ass. Wow, talk about a dream job!
And I can even hear my old classmates at my high school reunion saying, "Ron, what have you been doing for the past ten years?" To which I'd reply, "Going to college." And they'd say, "Wow, you must really have an impressive job now, what do you do?" Trying to maintain a dignified look on my face, I'd reply, "I stick my finger in assholes and watch people wipe their asses."
