An Unexpected Medical Appointment

is my first story. Lately, I've had this fantasy running through my head, so I decided to write it down. English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. I'm open to criticism..

This is the first part of the story. Enjoy!

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My name is Carlos, and I am a freelance programmer working remotely from home. At 24 years old, I have an average height and a relatively normal appearance--fair skin, brown hair, and brown eyes.

Currently, in an effort to save money, I live alone in a cheap apartment. It's not that my salary is low; I just prefer to avoid unnecessary expenses, as I don't like to be extravagant. Sometimes, a little is more than enough for me.

Because I work from home, I don't go out much for fun and have few friends. I only feel like leaving the house on holidays, vacations, or when I want to visit my family.

My life is going well, and I have no real complaints, though I do wish I had a girlfriend. However, I firmly believe that it's best to focus on my career for now.

Recently, I received several project requests from a software company. Since the deadline was tight, I ended up working myself to exhaustion, neglecting my own well-being. As a result, I neither slept nor ate properly.

As I worked, I longed to finish quickly and rest, regretting accepting the job without considering hiring assistance.

After barely making it through this grueling ordeal, I decided to take some time off before accepting another project. A week to clear my mind would be enough--to take care of my health properly, enjoy each day of rest, reconnect with myself, and do things that truly make me feel good.

However, the day after finishing my work, I felt a strange pain in my genital area while urinating. At first, I thought it was just a fleeting discomfort, but every time I urinated, the pain returned.

I speculated that since I had neglected my health--specifically, not drinking enough water--I simply needed to hydrate, and the issue would resolve itself. But that was not the case.

Fearing it might be a urinary tract infection, I decided to consult a specialist. I called a doctor I knew, Thomas Adrian, to schedule an appointment.

Thomas is a 60-year-old doctor whom I have known for some time. He has always been attentive to me and my family, so I always turn to him when I need help. This time would be no different.

After dialing the phone, a voice came from the other end:

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hi, Thomas," I said. "It's Carlos. How are you?"

"Carlos! I'm well. And you? It's been a while since we last spoke."

"Yeah... I'm a bit worried about a health issue and wanted to schedule an appointment with you."

"Of course. Tell me what's going on."

"Well... For the past few days, I've been feeling a strange pain when I urinate. At first, I thought it was temporary, maybe due to dehydration, but the pain keeps returning."

"I see. It could be a urinary tract infection or some irritation. It's important to check this as soon as possible. Can you come to my office tomorrow?"

"Yes, I can. What time works best?"

"I have an opening at 10 a. m. Does that work?"

"Perfect."

"Great. In the meantime, try to drink plenty of water and avoid any self-medication, okay?"

"Got it. Thanks, Thomas. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Carlos."

The next day, I got dressed, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, and left at 9 a. m. I arrived at the clinic where Thomas worked after walking for 50 minutes. After signing some forms at the reception, I sat down and waited for my turn.

Ten minutes later, the receptionist called my name, and I entered the designated room. The consultation room was simple but well-organized. The walls were painted in a light tone, giving off a sense of cleanliness and tranquility. At the center stood a dark wooden desk, upon which lay some papers, a pen, and a powered-on computer. A cushioned chair was positioned behind the desk, while two simpler chairs in front were reserved for patients.

To the right of the room, a medical examination table with white sheets stood beside a small metallic cabinet, where medical instruments and disposable gloves were neatly arranged. Above the cabinet, a shelf held bottles of alcohol, cotton, and sterilized materials.

It was only then that I noticed something odd. Thomas always greeted me with a friendly smile and a pen in hand, ready to take notes. But the person sitting behind the desk wasn't him.

Instead, a young and attractive woman observed me with a professional gaze. Her dark hair cascaded lightly over her shoulders, framing striking facial features. The pristine white lab coat she wore contrasted with the tight black clothing underneath. Her ample bust was subtly noticeable under the fabric, yet her posture maintained an air of seriousness and competence.

For a moment, I was paralyzed, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"You must be Carlos," she said, her voice smooth yet firm. "Dr. Thomas couldn't see you today, so I'll be handling your consultation. I'm Dr. Helena."

I swallowed dryly, feeling a slight heat rise to my face.

"What happened to Thomas?" I asked, feeling a slight pang of concern.

Dr. Helena placed her pen on the notepad and looked at me with a calm expression.

"He had a minor car accident this morning," she explained. "Nothing serious, fortunately. But the doctors advised him to stay under observation for a week, just as a precaution."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Wow... That's a scare. But he's okay?"

"Yes, just a few scratches and a slight shoulder impact. Nothing requiring hospitalization. He insisted that I take over today's appointments so his patients wouldn't be left unattended."

I nodded, still processing the information.

"I see... Well, I hope he recovers soon."

Helena offered a reassuring smile.

"He definitely will. Now, let's talk about you. What's been going on?"

I remembered the reason I was there and tried to push aside my concern for Thomas. I adjusted myself in the chair before answering.

"Right... So, I recently took on a large workload with a tight deadline, which led me to neglect my health. After finishing everything, I started feeling pain while urinating. At first, I thought it was temporary, but it keeps coming back."

She picked up her pen again and made some notes.

"I see. Aside from the pain, have you felt any burning, an increased urge to urinate, or noticed anything unusual in your urine?"

I shook my head.

"Just the pain. Maybe a slight burning sensation, but nothing too strong."

She nodded, crossing her legs while keeping a focused gaze.

"It could be a urinary tract infection, but there are other possibilities as well. I'll need to ask you a few questions and then conduct a physical examination. Is that okay with you?"

I swallowed dryly, feeling slight discomfort at the thought.

"Sure... That's fine."

"You only feel pain when urinating, or at other times as well?"

I thought for a moment before answering.

"Only when I urinate. Other than that, nothing feels out of the ordinary."

She wrote something down and continued.

"Have you noticed any changes in the color or smell of your urine? Any foam, blood, or unusually strong odor?"

Frowning, I tried to recall.

"I don't think so. It seems normal."

"Any fever, chills, or unusual fatigue lately?"

"No, none of that."

Dr. Helena made a few more notes before looking up at me again.

"All right. Now, some more personal questions--important ones. Is that okay?"

I nodded, already guessing what was coming next.

"Have you ever had sexual intercourse?"

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I answered honestly.

"No... Actually, I'm a virgin."

She simply nodded, unfazed.

"That's perfectly fine. I ask because some infections can be related to sexual activity."

I nodded, feeling slightly more at ease.

"I have one more question, Carlos. Do you masturbate frequently?"

Helena awaited my answer with a professional gaze, devoid of any judgment. I swallowed before replying.

"Um... Actually, it's been a while since I last did."

Helena nodded slightly, jotting something down before looking at me again.

"Based on your description, I believe I already know what the issue is. But to be sure, I need to examine you first. Please lower your clothing completely from the waist down and lie on the examination table."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling my face heat up. I had never undergone this type of examination before, let alone with a female doctor. The discomfort manifested as a mix of shyness and embarrassment, and I simply didn't know how to react.

"Carlos, I understand that this might be a bit uncomfortable for you," Helena said, her voice calm and professional. "But right now, I'm the only doctor available to see you. The discomfort may worsen, and I'm here to help. The sooner we complete the exam, the sooner we'll understand what's going on and how to resolve it. It's a simple and quick procedure."

Right... Let's just get this over with.

"Great," she said, putting on a pair of disposable gloves. "I need you to lie down on the examination table and lower your clothing completely from the waist down so I can properly examine the area."

My heart pounded. For a brief moment, I considered backing out, but I knew there was no other alternative. Still reluctant, I did as she instructed, trying to keep my mind focused on the professional aspect of the situation.

I lay down on the table, feeling the cold surface against my skin. My heart was still racing, and I did my best to steady my breathing. Embarrassed, I avoided looking directly at Helena, fixing my gaze on the ceiling as I heard the sound of gloves snapping into place.

"Alright, Carlos," she said, keeping her tone professional and reassuring. "First, I'll conduct a visual examination to check for swelling, redness, or any other signs of inflammation. If you feel any discomfort, let me know."

I simply nodded, swallowing hard.

I felt her eyes analyzing the area, and my body tensed reflexively. After a few moments, she continued,

"Now, I'm going to gently press some areas of your lower abdomen and groin to check for tenderness or pain."

As her fingers touched my skin, I tried not to react, but it was difficult to ignore the discomfort of the situation entirely.

"Any pain here?" she asked, pressing a spot near my bladder.

"No..." I answered quickly, wishing for the whole thing to be over.

She continued the examination with careful, precise movements.

"From what I can see so far, there are no external signs of infection," she said, stepping back slightly. "But to be sure of what's causing your discomfort when urinating, I'll need to evaluate your prostate. This is a quick exam."

My body stiffened even more. I had expected this part to come, but hearing it out loud only heightened my anxiety.

"Alright..." I murmured, trying to sound calmer than I actually felt.

I followed her instructions, my heart hammering in my chest. I knew it was just a medical procedure like any other, but my body refused to accept that logic.

Helena maintained her calm and objective tone as she proceeded, but I felt completely out of place--it was my first time undergoing such an exam.

After finishing, she removed her gloves and stepped back.

"Well, Carlos, from what I can assess, your prostate is congested, but there are no signs of severe inflammation."

I remained silent for a moment, trying to process what that meant.

"Congested? What does that mean exactly?"

She looked at me.

"It means there may be a buildup of prostatic fluid. When the prostate isn't regularly stimulated, this fluid can accumulate and cause discomfort, especially when urinating."

I felt my face heat up instantly.

"Are you saying... this is happening because... I haven't ejaculated in a while?"

She nodded, keeping her professional tone.

"Exactly. A lack of release can lead to fluid buildup, which can cause this sensation of pressure and mild pain. In some cases, this can even develop into a condition called congestive prostatitis, which can be quite uncomfortable."

I averted my gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed by the explanation. I hadn't expected something so simple to be the cause of my problem.

"So... how do I fix this?"

Helena gave me a small, understanding smile.

"The solution is usually simple: ejaculate more frequently. This can happen naturally, either through sexual activity or masturbation. Your body needs to expel this fluid regularly to prevent buildup. However, it seems that your case is a bit different."

"What do you mean?"

"Carlos, your situation is somewhat unusual. The level of prostatic congestion you're experiencing isn't something that will resolve quickly on its own. We might consider a more direct approach to relieve the discomfort."

I frowned, still trying to process what she was saying.

"A more direct approach...? What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath before answering.

"There is an unorthodox method to address this type of congestion. If the accumulated fluid is released now, the pressure in the area may decrease, bringing immediate relief."

I felt my face heat up.

"Are you saying that...?"

Helena nodded, showing no embarrassment.

"Yes. I will masturbate you while stimulating your prostate. It is the best method to solve your problem quickly. But, of course, only if you are comfortable with it."

I swallowed hard, looking away. The idea of ​​being masturbated by such an attractive woman, and in a medical setting, was both embarrassing and incredibly exciting.

"I... I have never experienced anything like this. I have never been... touched by a woman in this way."

Helena leaned forward, her gaze firm but gentle.

"Carlos, this is strictly professional. It is necessary for your health. I will do it in a clinical manner, without any sexual connotation."

Still, I hesitated. The situation was surreal.

"Please, Carlos. Trust me. It is for your own good."

Her voice was persuasive, and despite my reluctance, I felt increasingly convinced. After all, she was the professional, and I was there to be helped.

"Okay " I agreed, my voice a little shaky.

She smiled, a smile that made me feel a little more at ease.

"Great. Lie down again."

I obeyed, lying down on the stretcher, trying not to think about what was about to happen. Helena positioned herself next to me, her hands still gloved, and began to speak calmly and explanatorily.

"I'm going to start now. I'm going to touch your penis gently while stimulating your prostate, to induce ejaculation. It's important that you relax."

I felt my heart race as she placed one hand on my penis, and the other on my prostate. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to massage both areas, her hands firm but gentle.

"It's okay, Carlos. Take a deep breath."

I tried to follow her instructions, breathing in and out slowly. Her hand moved upwards, to the base of my penis, which was already hardening under her touch. I felt a heat spread through my body, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

I woke up today thinking I would have a normal appointment with an old doctor who would solve my problem without beating around the bush. I never imagined that an attractive woman would take her place and even suggest that the solution to my case is for her to masturbate me. I don't know if I should be happy about this, since I made a serious and honest woman do something inappropriate in an office...

"That's right, relax," she murmured, her voice low and comforting.

I felt a blush rise to my face, but I couldn't help but moan softly when she wrapped her hand around my erection, her skin soft and warm through the glove.

"You're too tense, Carlos. You need to loosen up."

Her hand began to move up and down, a slow and steady rhythm, while stimulating my prostate. I closed my eyes, trying to process the sensation. I had never been touched like this before, and the situation was at the same time surreal and incredibly intense.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice close to my ear.

"S-strange," I stammered, my voice cracking.

"It's normal. But it's working, isn't it?"

I couldn't deny it. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel the pressure building, an urgent need to release. Besides, I noticed that her voluminous breasts were touching me.

"Helena..."

"Any discomfort?"

She asked worriedly. I didn't know if I should say it.

"It's just that your breasts are touching me."

"It's okay," she said soothingly. "Given the current situation, it's inevitable that this will happen. Just relax, okay?"

I nodded.

"You're doing great, Carlos," she said, her voice now a little breathless. "Almost there."

"Helena... I..."

"Shh," she interrupted. "Let it happen, Carlos. It's for your own good."

And then, everything exploded. I felt a wave of pleasure course through me, my penis pulsing in her hand as I ejaculated, the hot, thick semen being released. Moans escaped my lips, mixed with sighs of relief.

When I was finished, Helena slowed down, her hand still holding my penis, now soft and sensitive.

"There," she said, her voice soft. "Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes, looking at her, still panting.

"I-I am... I think so."

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile.

"Good. This will help ease the pain."

I lay on the gurney, trying to process what had happened. The situation had been embarrassing, but also incredibly intense. Helena, still wearing her gloves, took a tissue and cleaned my penis, her touch gentle and professional.

"You can get dressed now."

As I dressed, she sat in the chair, watching me with a look I couldn't decipher.

"Well, that was... interesting," she said, smiling shyly. "I've never done that before."

I looked at her, surprised.

"Never?"

She shook her head, fiddling with the corner of her lab coat.

"No. But your case was special, and I wanted to help." She paused, looking directly at me. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better," I replied, smiling at her. "Much better. Thank you, Helena."

"It's my job, Carlos. But I'm glad I could help."

It's not every day that this happens.

This whole situation had been surreal. It's not every day that something like this happens.

"As you know, Carlos," Helena said, "I was only filling in for Thomas today. If you ever need to come back and check if everything is alright, he'll be the one to see you."

"Right. It was supposed to be him from the start."

With that, she opened the door, signaling that the appointment was over. I stepped out of the room, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The experience had been surreal, but I couldn't deny that I felt better--both physically and emotionally.

Today's incident was nothing more than a chance occurrence. I can't say it was bad, but I also can't say it was right. There will never be another situation like this. Next time I come here, it will be the good old Thomas who sees me.

What happened between Helena and me was purely professional.