The Doctor is in... Me

"Good, you're doing really well." She said. "Now I'm going to move them around a bit until I locate your prostate. You may feel some discomfort, you may also as I said feel some pleasure when I find it. Tell me if anything hurts though."

With that her fingers moved and suddenly I felt the most incredible sensation of my life. It's almost impossible to describe to anyone who's never felt it, but it was like a jolt of electricity, only pleasurable, intense. Like someone trying to push my cum out from the inside, which I suppose was exactly what she was doing.

My body jolted with the pleasure.

"Ah, looks like I found it" she laughed. "Just relax now and remember: whatever happens, just enjoy it and don't worry about it."

With that her fingers began the massage. I could feel them pushing against what I now understood to be where my prostate was, applying a firm pressure in wave after wave as her fingers pushed and relaxed, pushed and relaxed.

My cock was somehow even harder than before, and I could feel something leaking out. I looked up to see large globs of white fluid dripping from the tip to my belly.

She quickly grabbed another tissue and lay it under my dripping cock, then said "this is perfectly normal and is in fact the result we want. We're releasing backed up seminal fluid that's been blocked by your prostate being a bit swollen. I wouldn't worry about this too much, it's very normal in men your age. Although we may run some other tests just to be sure."

I was too dazed to worry or to reply.

She continued "for now we'll concentrate on relieving that pressure and clearing the seminal pathways" as her fingers continued to massage my prostate.

I'd never felt anything like this; While still feeling weird at the finger invasion, the wave after wave of pure pleasure made up for the discomfort.

Suddenly, I felt that old familiar tingle in my balls building its way to the shaft of my cock, signaling imminent release.

"I think I'm gonna..." She cut me off: "just relax, let it happen if it does."

No sooner had she said it than the first blast of cum shot from my raging, twitching cock.

It splattered, hot and sticky, all over my chest and stomach. The second blast went straight up, then came back down on her hand that was poised between my legs. Another blast, to my horror (yet pride being honest) hit her chest, right on her left breast.

Her fingers never stopped, they kept pushing, milking out a week's worth of cum that continued to drip and spurt everywhere, running down my balls, dripping into the hand she still had placed over them.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was really only a few seconds, my semen storm subsided as I was completely drained dry.

Or so I thought. Because suddenly the glove covered hand that had been holding my testicles now wrapped around my still throbbing shaft, and she gently squeezed and stroked, slowly, milking out the last few drops.

She finally stopped then said "I'm going to slowly remove my fingers now, again just relax. "

I felt her slowly pull them out, my stretched out anus relaxing to its normal state.

She turned and went over to the sink, quickly stripped off the cum and lube covered gloves, washed her hands, put on new gloves, then grabbed a washcloth. Wetting it, she returned to me, and started to wipe up the mess, cleaning me like a baby during a diaper change.

My orgasmic bliss finally subsided, I suddenly felt shame and horror; not that I ejaculated, no. She'd told me that was ok. But that'd I'd gotten some ON HER...!!!

I started to open my mouth and she cut me off: "relax. It's ok. That was my fault really. I should have been more prepared for the ejaculation, I could have controlled it more." She looked down and noticed the large splash of spunk on her breast for the first time, and to my surprise, laughed. "Oopsie. Good thing I have a change of uniform here" she said as she wiped it off, then finished cleaning me up. She took her time, making sure to get every last drop of cum and lube.

"Ok, all finished. " She said, suddenly turning professional again. "You can get dressed. If you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a few minutes." Without waiting for a reply she turned and left the room.

I got dressed quickly, my thoughts racing.

Was she upset? Regretful? Embarrassed? Did I do something wrong despite her encouraging words earlier?

Yes, I enjoyed the hell out of that. It was the best orgasm I'd had in ages. And certainly my strongest erection in some time.

But she was a great doctor, and I respected her, and hoped I didn't cross any boundaries or worse, ruin our friendly but professional medical relationship.

I REALLY didn't want to have to find a new doctor.

She came back shortly, and I noticed immediately she'd changed her shirt.

She looked fine. Her eyes were soft, her smile warm. I saw nothing in her face that said she was upset or angry.

"So, what did you think of that...procedure?" She asked.

"That was..." I paused. Trying to keep it professional. "That was...interesting, to say the least."

She laughed. A loud, genuine laugh. And I knew we were ok.

"Interesting??? Is that all you have to say on that?" she said still laughing.

"Ok, ok, honesty...that was fucking amazing. I've never had an orgasm quite like that, ever. I didn't even know that was possible without touching my...you know, the usual ways."

Her laugh subsided, her smile remained.

"Well the good news is, I think this will go a long way to help solving your erectile issues. I'd still like to schedule some other tests including a colonoscopy, just to rule out any other potential issues, but overall I'm very happy with the results. Both your penis and your ejaculatory system seem to be in working order. Perhaps clearing the blockage will help things to get back to normal for you. Of course, I'll want to monitor your progress in this and we will need to do a follow up exam again in say, a month."

"Sounds good to me" I said. "Anything else for now?"

"Just this," she said. "Now that you've experienced what a prostate massage can do, you can perhaps decide to explore it more on your own. There are toys, sexual aids you can buy, prostate stimulators etc. designed especially for men. You can choose to try it on your own, or perhaps get your partner to help you."

I laughed. I didn't see my girlfriend agreeing to try that anytime soon, not with where we were at the moment, and I said so.

"Oh," said Dr. Pantaru. "Well I suppose you could try things on your own. Or, if you're not comfortable with that, we can schedule another...procedure...down the road."

I smiled, then replied "look, being honest? I'm not sure how...comfortable I'd be exploring...that...on my own. I'd be afraid I'd hurt myself or something. I'd prefer leaving in the hands of a professional. "

She caught my eye, cocked her head a bit. Then smiled. "Of course, of course. Last thing I'd want is for you to injure yourself, especially if you don't know what you're doing. I'd certainly be happy to continue to administer any more treatments as necessary. Perhaps on a month to month basis. To make sure the blockage doesn't return."

Our eyes stayed locked for a few more seconds before I broke the silence with "sounds great. Let's schedule our next appointment now."

End.

(Authors note: this is my first ever erotic story. I prefer more ALMOST realistic scenarios sometimes over wild flights of utter fancy, so apologies if this isn't the huge jerkfest you're looking for. But I hope some of you enjoy it and leave me some feedback.)