A Routine Exam

"Are you nervous?"

Tanya's question saved Devin from having to pretend to read the Golf Digest magazine he'd blindly picked up off a table when they first sat in the waiting room.

"Nah, not really." Devin replied, keeping the magazine on his lap and leaning back to acknowledge his wife. The two of them stood out in the clinic's lobby by about 40 years. The other patients waiting in the lobby were at least 70 years old and none were female. Pretty standard for a urologist office.

"I get the sense you are though," Devin added. Their voices maintained the sort of hushed tones accustomed to waiting rooms, even when you're not discussing potential infertility and god knows what else.

The unknown has a tendency to linger.

"Well yeah, I'm nervous," Tanya said. "I want a family."

"And we will have one.," Devin assured her by grabbing her thigh. The skin beneath her blue sundress was tanned and smooth and for a brief moment, Devin wished his wife wasn't so damn hot. "This is just to be safe. Dr. Williams assured me he wasn't concerned--he just wants to be sure everything is working fine."

The door to the room creaked open and a young blonde woman in purple scrubs emerged.

"Taylor?"

"Yep, that's me." Devin said while standing.

"I'm Noemi," she said softly. "Right this way."

They followed Noemi down the hall and to an exam room that felt larger than necessary. Noemi gestured him to a beige exam chair with a paper covering rolled out across it.

"How are you guys doing today?"

"We're good. A little anxious," Devin said.

"That's to be expected. I'll be the one administering the exam so I'll try and make this as painless as possible and hopefully, we can get you guys some answers."

"Perfect," Devin replied.

"I'm Tanya, by the way," she extended her hand.

"I'm sorry, Noemi, again." Everyone laughed nervously. It was impossible to ignore. Noemi was too hot to be wearing scrubs, let alone working at a urologist office.

Tan, big smile, and in her late 30s with a tattoo of Betty Boop from Popeye on her left forearm. The only thing more entrancing than her green eyes were her firm tits. Even Tanya found herself bouncing between the two.

"Any questions before we get started?"

"I've had one of these exams done before, so I think I've got the gist."

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"Well, okay then. Here's the towel. Everything off except socks and shirt, position your penis down on your stomach and place the towel over yourself so that just your testicles are exposed. I'll be back in 2 minutes."

"Sounds good."

"What should I do?"

"Are you planning on being in here for the entire exam?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then have a seat in that chair right there. Any further down and it can complicate the proceedings." Noemi said with a sly grin. Tanya responded in kind.

As soon as the door clicked shut Devin began to undress. He draped his jeans and underwear over the back of a chair in the corner of the room and walked back over to the exam chair. His shirt wasn't long enough to cover his member so it swayed with every step he took. He noticed Tanya was sizing him up.

"You're not going to get a boner or anything, right?" Tanya quizzed.

"It's not really that type of exam."

"Meaning what?"

"It's just not a very sexual thing. At least I don't remember the last one feeling like that."

"Was the last women as hot at this one?"

"Umm you know, to be honest I don't really remember what she looked like."

"So your dick always looks like that?"

"Like what?" Devin looked down as he climbed back onto the chair and wriggled into position.

"I dunno," Tanya pondered. "I don't remember it always being that thick."

Devin looked down. His cock hung over his testicles, the tip just barely touching the inside of his thigh.

"That's me, babe," he said with a grin. "Hand me that towel please."

"This one?" Tanya teased as she dangled the white cloth above his chest. "Let me help you out, Mr. Thick."

Tanya laid the towel down on his midsection. Then with her other hand grabbed his penis and laid it atop the towel. The brashness of her moves caught Devin by surprise and his cock responded with a slight roll from one side to another--like an animal being lightly raised from its slumber.

"They'll be none of that," Devin proclaimed. "Besides, dick goes under the towel."

He lifted his dick and draped the towel over himself, covering his member and his testicles completely.

"Uh huh," Tanya responded as a soft knock came at the door. Noemi pushed her way in.

"All good in here?"

"Yep," Devin responded.

"Perfect," Noemi said as she eased the door closed and dimmed the lights in the room.

"A little mood lighting?" Tanya said with a grin.

"Not exactly," Noemi replied. She walked over carrying a folder and small cup which she placed on a narrow table next to the exam chair before having a seat on a stool next to Devin. "Makes the screen much easier to see."

Noemi wiggled a mouse and brought to life a computer that sat atop a rolling cart. A series of cords connected it to various instruments, including the ultrasound machine, complete with its unique knobs and buttons and a joystick. Noemi picked up the wand and began to apply a clear jelly from the bottle she brought in to the end of the device.

"Where's that thing going?" Tanya asked with a hint of surprise.

"Not where you think," Noemi said while turning back to her computer to make a few adjustments. "Just allows for better movement atop the surface. We use the same thing for ultrasounds."

"Makes sense."

"So Devin," Noemi said with a smile. "You've done this before, wand will feel a little warm at first. Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."

"Sounds good."

"Oh hold on," Noemi said. "We actually need to adjust this. You're a little too well covered."

She pulled the towel up a little, exposing Devin's testicles as well as a sliver of his penis. She touched the wand to Devin.

"Yep. That's warm alright."

"That's why I warn you. Alright, let's take a look."

As Noemi massaged the wand against Devin, his testicles came into clarity on the monitor--at least the insides. She maneuvered the wand, exposing more and more and outlining each testicle methodically. The thumping sound of Devin's heart permeated calmly through the machine as she worked. Tanya's eyes jumped from the screen to the wand to Devin's face.

"Almost done, Devin."

Tanya reached over in support, placing her hand on his chest.

It was enough.

The wand continued to massage against his testicles. The still warm jelly trickled down his taint and towards his ass. Tanya's thumb rubbed softly against his chest.

And the towel began to move.

Subtly at first.

Only enough for Devin to notice but by then, the wheels were in motion. He desperately tried to drag his mind elsewhere. Tax planning. Baseball.

All of it was thrown out the window when he felt a hand caress his inner thigh.

"Sorry, Devin," Noemi said, her eyes still trained on the screen. "Just need a little better angle getting around this right testicle."

He glanced down as her off-hand worked its way into his groin, while the wand nuzzled in right next to it.

He was officially hard.

Not rock hard but hard enough for his balls to respond in kind.

Also hard enough for Tanya to notice.

He watched her face as she realized the firm outline of his growing cock beneath the towel. Her head shifted comically to his.

"DEVIN," she mouthed silently.

All Devin could do was clench his teeth in reluctance.

"Sorry again," Noemi continued. Now her hand had jumped from his groin to the bottom of his penis, as she gently eased Devin's testicles down from his now fully erect dick. "I just can't get this one last image. Oops. That's why."

Noemi's hand had figured it out. Her eyes soon confirmed it.

"DEVIN!" Tanya shrieked, finally able to verbally acknowledge her husband's situation.

"It's alright," Noemi reassured. "It's far more common than you think."

"Well, it's still embarrassing," Tanya followed. Her hand no longer rested on Devin's chest. Instead, her arms were folded across her chest, pushing her breasts firmly together to form an otherworldly cleavage snapshot. Devin was helpless to change his situation.

"In all honesty, it'll help with the next portion of the exam."

"How's that?" Devin asked.

"For the sample collection."

"Sample collection?" Tanya and Devin said in unison.

"Yep. Just part of the process. We'll test that and make sure everything on that end is how it should be."

"I don't think I had to do that last time," Devin said.

"Then this next detail will definitely come as a surprise," Noemi continued. She removed the wand from Devin's testicles and laid it atop the metal table that swiveled next to her. "I have to extract the sample."

"You do?" Tanya asked--albeit much calmer than Devin expected.

"Dr. William's reasoning for this part was to test the sample but because Devin said he was experiencing some discomfort during ejaculation, Dr. Williams wants that part to be examined as well."

"It's not every time."

"Doesn't matter, unfortunately. Tanya, you're more than welcome to stay in the room for this."

"I dunno. Something about watching a hot nurse jackoff my husband makes me a little uncomfortable."

"That's fair," Noemi said behind a slight smile. "Does it help that it's not actually me doing the extracting?"

Noemi rose from her stool without waiting for an answer. She walked over to a darkened corner of the room and wheeled over an apparatus neither Devin nor Tanya knew existed. A box sat atop a rolling cart. Protruding from it was a long arm, maybe 4 feet long with a couple of elbow-like joints throughout. At the end of the arm a sort of sleeve, inflated almost like a blood pressure gauge that goes around a bicep. Noemi parked the device next to Devin and with her foot activated th carts wheel lock.

"This is Lola. Lola will be extracting our sample today."

Devin and Tanya both stared wordlessly at this thing. Noemi began readying the machine. A squirt of lubricant was applied to the inside of the sleeve and Noemi spread it around with a finger. She then grabbed onto the sleeve and, demonstrating the dexterity of the arm, contorted the arm effortlessly so that it dangled just above Devin's still erect cock.

"Another wonder of modern medicine," Noemi proclaimed with a smile. "Certainly makes my life easier. And cleaner."

"And that thing--"

"Gives a pretty mean handjob," Noemi interrupted Tanya's question. "Or so I hear." She grinned towards Devin. "I'll let you be the judge on that."

"This was definitely not part of the exam the first time."

"Well it's pretty simple," Noemi began narrating her process. "I've already applied a liberal amount of lubricant to our 'hand', now we just slide this right over your penis. Perfect. And now we let it size you up."

Devin recoiled as the machine took a firm grip of his member with the single push of a button.

"How's that feel?" Tanya asked.

"So far so good."

"You've got a really nice penis, by the way. Good size."

"Thanks," Devin said through a chuckle.

"You're very lucky," Noemi said to Tanya. "Thick too."

"It took some getting used to."

"I bet. And now we fire her up."

With the push of a button, Lola began vigorously stroking Devin.

"Oh boy hang on," Noemi said while tinkering with the machine. "It's got like 6 speeds. Whoever used it last must've made quick work of their patient. I like it set to a more deliberate pace."

The machine's arm changed its cadence, a slow methodical pace was briefly interupted by a series of short and intense strokes towards the end of Devin's dick.

He let out a deep sigh and shifted one of his legs as much as he could.

"Are you going to cum already?" Tanya asked, her brow furrowing as she watched Devin again breathe deeply.

"Is that bad?"

"Is premature ejaculation something you experience regularly?" Noemi asked.

"I don't think so."

"Excuse me?" Tanya interjected.

"What?" Devin asked.

"What about the other night?"

"That was different."

"Uh huh," Tonya nodded with a grin. "It was like 30 seconds."

"If I may ask, why was that different?" Noemi asked.

Tanya looked at Devin who stared off at the ceiling tiles.

"We made a little bet after Devin questioned some of my talents," Tanya said with a grin. "How much time did you give me?"

"Two minutes," Devin said reluctantly--his eyes still trained on the ceiling.

"Let's just say my talents won. And I only needed 30."

"It's not a big deal," Noemi assured them both. "It's more common than you think. I actually had a patient a few weeks ago ejaculate while I was performing the ultrasound."

"Really?"

"Oh ya?" Tanya followed.

"Ya. It was bad."

"That must've made the rest of the exam a little tougher." Tanya added.

"We still got our sample. Speaking of which, how are you doing, Devin."

"I'm good," Devin said through an exhale.

"Feels like you might be getting close."

"Yeah, you could say that."

"How can you tell?"

"The testicles don't lie," Noemi said matter of factly. "See how tight they're getting? I'd say he's got another minute."

Tanya nodded, clearly impressed by the nurses' insight. She shifted her gaze from Devin's testicles to his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow.

"I've seen this look before," Tonya teased. "He's trying to fight it."

"No need to fight it, Devin. This is part of why we're here. And Tanya here, this is your chance to help out. Grab that cup from the table."

Tanya reached behind her and grabbed a small plastic cup--his name and DOB were already printed onto a label and stenciled neatly across the side of the container.

"You're going to be my catcher."

"How exciting!"

"I know! Just place that cup under his penis and let Devin do the rest. Ideally, we want to gather it all but a good sample should fill the bottom of the cup.

"Got it. How close are you, sweetie?"

Tanya turned her attention to Devin. She watched as a shutter crept from his lips. Then another. By the time she realized what was happening, the eruption had already begun. Flustered, Tanya scrambled to place the cup in the proper location. Devin's hips bucked as the machine mercilessly pumped his cock which caused Tanya to drop the cup to the floor. The hollow sound of the empty cup ricocheting off the lineolum was drowned out by Devin's exasperated moans.

"Oh no!" Noemi said as she lurched forward, trying to find another receptacle. Finding nothing, both Noemi and Tanya could only watch as Devin came with every twist and pump of the machine. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock and scattered across the room.

"Oh my goodness!" Tanya shrieked. "It's on my arm!"

Tanya's gaze went from her sleeve and the fresh drops of semen that specked her upper bicep to Devin.

"Yah," Noemi said, seemingly following her gaze. "I think Devin got it the worst."

Devin could only curse under his feinted breath. Cum dripped from his face. His right eye was shut. A dribble trickled from his mouth that had hung agape--that had been the first strike--and now it seeped down his lips. It pooled on his gray shirt that sat ruffled under his chin.

"I'm so sorry!" Tanya exclaimed. "I had no idea it was going to come out like that."

"That's partly my fault," Noemi assured her. "Although I'm not sure I saw that sort of volume coming."

"And not a single drop made it into the cup," Tanya informed the group, picking up the empty cup from the floor.

"How's that even possible?" Devin asked with his mouth still dripping cum.

"Well, when you went into full pornstar mode and started shooting everywhere your dick knocked the cup out of my hand. Plus you didn't warn me!"

Devin could only shutter in response to her claim.

That's when both women realized the machine was still on and still pumping little drops from Devin's still erect, albeit drained cock.

"Oh shit!" Noemi said. "I'm so sorry, Devin."

"It's okay," he said in recoil as Noemi powered down the machine and released its grip from his penis. Both women watched him finally swallow. Lost in the moment, he wiped his face and licked his finger clean. Noemi and Tanya both exchanged a look--Noemi mouthing the word "wow."

"Now what?" Tanya asked.

"Now we go to plan B."

"What's plan B?"

"Well, that's kind of up to you guys." Noemi said as she stood. "You guys can reschedule and come back in but, I will say, I'm pretty sure we're booked out for at least the rest of the month."

"Yeah, I don't like that," Tanya said.

"Or we could get another sample now."

"Like wait an hour or something?" Tanya asked.

"Not exactly," Noemi said. "We would do it right now via prostate stimulation."

"Really?"

"If you want to go that route."

"If you think it'll work."

"Oh ya it'll work. It's just a matter of if you're comfortable with it."

"Yeah, I think so."

"Sorry, Tanya, it's not just your decision."

Tanya turned to Devin. He was still in a cum drained stupor.

"What do you think, babe? You got it in you to give us another sample?"

Devin could never say no to her when she looked at him like that--sincerity creeping around the outskirts of her deep blue eyes.

This would be no different.

"Fuck it."

"Yay!" Tanya shrieked.

"Perfect." Noemi echoed. "I'll be right back with a gatorade and Whitney."

"Who's Whitney?"

"Whitney is what we call our specialist."

When Whitney walked in with Noemi in tow, both Devin and Tanya gulped.

She was stunning.

Tall. Carmel complexion. An athletic build straining beneath her scrubs.

"Hey guys," she said warmly as she approached. "Heard we had a little mishap."

"That's one way to put it," Tanya followed.

"Well Noemi put it a different way at the nurses station. Oh ya."

As she approached she got a better view of the damage.

"I got it on my sleeve," Tanya inserted.

"And I got it everywhere else," Devin chimed in.

"I see that. Oh the face too?"

"Yep."

"And..." she leaned closer to Devin's face. "You got a taste?"

Devin nodded.

"Well now you know how that feels,"

"Amen," Noemi chimed in from behind. She'd been busy in the shadows assembling things but neither Devin or Tanya could really tell what.

"Don't feel too bad. A lot of guys have tried their own batch. My husband actually enjoys it."

"Really?!" Tanya asked.

"Uh huh. Actually helps with cleanup."

"That makes sense."

"So did Noemi fill you in on what we're going to do?"

"A little bit."

"Okay, gotcha. Let me fill in the blanks. We're going to get our sample via prostate stimulation. Devin, you won't need to do much. Have you ever had your prostate stimulated before?"

"I uhhhh..." Devin struggled to find his words. Tanya furrowed her brow as he fumbled around for them. "Yeah, once or twice."

"Really?" Tanya said, her question dripping with intrigue.

"It was a long time ago."

"Well, we will make it as easy as possible. And Tanya, you can play a part too."

Whitney handed Tanya a small black cube.

"Is this going inside him?"

"No," Noemi said from behind them all. "This is."

She held out a small pink dildo attached to a black leather harness. It dangled limply between the group for a moment before Whitney took it from her fingers and began to step into it. Their eyes followed it from the floor to the middle of Whitney's scrubs. It curled up subtly so that it pointed towards Devin's face as he sat on the exam table, his mouth hanging open.

"It's not as big as I thought it would be," Tanya said earnestly.

"Easy for you to say," Devin chimed.

"It's smaller than yours," Tanya said, laying on a lair of implication that Devin and everyone else for that matter understood.

"Believe it or not, secret isn't in the size, it's in that curve," Whitney said.

"Ya?"

"Oh ya. This is going to nestle up right against his prostate." Whitney guided her thumb along the top of the strapon before giving it a slight flick down. The head bobbed up and down.

"Seems thin," Tanya added.

"I do have something a little thicker if you think he needs it."

"No, I trust your first instinct," Devin blurted out.

"He's been a good boy," Tanya joked as the girls all exchanged a laugh.

"Then let's do it." Whitney reached for the straps that hung from the back of her thigh and pulled them to tighten the harness securely to her body.

"Damn," Tanya said simply. "You've got a great ass."

"Well thanks." Whitney did a little swivel to show it off--mostly out of reflex--before remembering she was at work and regaining her professional demeanor.

The damage however could not be undone.

Devin was hard again.

Not quite ready for liftoff but certainly on the move. All of the girls noticed seemingly simultaneously. Devin could only smile bashfully as he turned to Tanya.

"Again?"

"It's a good thing," Noemi interjected. "Means you're healthy."

"Well we're about to find out how healthy," Tanya said deviously. She held up the small control in her hand and rolled her finger atop to turn the vibration on. The strapon purred and then revved as Tanya adjusted the intensity with a grin.

"Are we sure we need to do it this way?" Devin asked. "I mean, can't we just use the other machine again?"

"This way assures us a more suitable sample," Whitney said.

"Suitable?" Devin asked unsure.

"It tends to be a larger sample," Whitney clarified. "Now be careful with those controls, I feel them too."

"Oh dang. I'll take it easy on him," Tanya said, winking at her husband.

"Assume the position," Whitney said smoothly.

Without hesitation, Devin brought his knees to his chest while Noemi reclined the chair. Devin's hairless ass glistened under the soft flourescent lights and the fresh coat of lubricant that Whitney drizzled on.

"Oh you've definitely done this before." Tanya said with a grin.

Whitney slathered her member with the same lubricant and ran her fingers along it to spread it. She then stepped forward, guided her strapon to the entrance of Devin's ass, and eased forward.

Slight resistance gave way to a long, soundless moan. Devin's head rolled and his back arched as Whitney's scrubs landed flush against his skin.

He followed with shallow pants.

Whitney pulled away and watched as Devin followed suit--another invisible moan through closed eyes. She pressed in again and pulled out completely, leaving Devin to tremble slightly.

A beat.

Then Whitney pressed back in--sending Devin into another bout of gasps.

"You do this with your husband?" Tanya asked.

"Huh-huh." Whitney said mid-thrust. She was settling into a rhythm. "You should hear the sounds he makes."

Devin interupted her with his own nomination. An unabashed moan.

"Honestly," she continued her sensual thrusting. "They're a lot like this. Set it to a one."

Tanya clicked the controller and the muffled hum of the strapon filled the air briefly.

"Ohhh fuck." Devin whined. His leg began twitching.

"Shit," Whitney said.

"What?" Noemi asked.

"He's cumming."

"Already?" Noemi followed.

"Oh ya,"

Devin continued to moan and shutter as cum seeped from his cock and onto his stomach. It pooled and rolled down his side. Whitney had stopped thrusting, just stayed fully inserted but his cock continued to ooze as Devin shrieked and moaned in pitches Tanya had never heard before.

"Well the good news is, I found his P-spot."

"Bad news?" Tanya asked.

Whitney looked down at Devin. He stared obediently back at the ladies. No words, just a slight heave to his chest.

"Think you can keep going?"

Devin nodded yes.

"Alright. More good news, since you came without any direct penis stimulation, the next one shouldn't be too hard."

"Uhhh, that might be a problem." Tanya said, pointing to Devin's now flaccid dick. It no longer triumphantly laid across his stomach but now drooped over his hip.

"Believe it or not, it doesn't."

"Really?"

"You're about to really see something. Devin, roll over."

Devin did as he was told and took his position on all fours in front of the women. While he moved, Whitney rotated the dildo in the harness so the arc now went downwards.

"This is really something." Noemi chimed in while handing Whitney the bottle of lubricant. She again massaged it along the strapon before again saddling up next to Devin. She guided the dildo into his ass--this time without even using her hands--and watched in amazement as Devin's ass recieved her unopposed.

He moaned and swayed his head to the side as again Whitney placed her hips flush against his bare ass.

"Go to a 2," she whispered to Tanya.

The pur sent Devin into another fit of moans.

"You're gonna wanna get read, No," Whitney said to Noemi who scrambled for the cup. With it, she held it beneath Devin's dangling cock and steered his penis so that it rested inside the cup. Whitney thrust forward slowly, using his ass as her backstop. Devin's ass perched up and bounced as he began to bounce with her movements. He burried his head in his hands as Whitney continued to work him over. Her left hand gripped one of his ass cheeks while the other rested atop her own hip.

"That's right," she said softly.

Tanya watched as Whitney's thrusts grew longer. Harder. More uneven.

She began skewering him completely and gyrating her hips against him. Devin's moans were steadied and consistent. Every thrust stirred a new sound.

"Oh fuck."

"That's right."

"Don't stop."

Tanya watched in amazement. Whitney was now gripping her husband by both cheeks and with quick shallow pumps forcing virgin sounds from him. She felt herself begin to grow flush and subconsciously, she slid her thumb along the controller, sending the purs to a dull thrum. Both Whitney and Devin felt the intensity shift but said nothing to acknowledge it.

Tanya glanced down at the cup. Noemi had been steadily holding his cock. It was now submerged in his cum. Surely enough for a sample.

And growing.

Then she watched in real time as the cup filled another notch higher.

Devin's moan was surely heard in the lobby while Whitney's was more subdued. They both however had unmistakenly and simultaneously, cum.

"Well shit," Whitney said after a brief moment of inaction. "How'd we do, No?"

"I'd say you got your sample."

Noemi held up the cup which featured a inch-deep load.

"Yes!" Whitney exclaimed. "Nice job, Devin." She jiggled his ass in excitement and then finally removed herself from inside him. Devin moaned again before sagging into the chair.

"Now let's get you a gatorade," Noemi said.

Devin slowly rolled over onto his back.

"Any discomfort during ejaculation?" Noemi asked.

"Which time?" Tanya blurted out. Her hand still clutched the controller and Whitney wordlessly took it from her fingers.

"Either I guess."

"No. Did everything look alright?"

"I'd say," Noemi said. "You did pretty good for it being your first time in a long time."

"Agreed," Whitney chimed in from behind them all. "My husband doesn't even cum like that and we've been at this for a year."

"Really?" Tanya asked.

"Oh yah. If I were you, sweetie, I'd go on and get you a cock. You just might like it." Whitney winked at her slyly.

"What do you think, Dev? Should I get me a cock?" Tanya teased, leaning forward and planting a firm kiss on Devin's lips. She also cupped his now drained balls. He shuttered as a small dribble of cum poked out from his completely limp dick.

"We'll have to start small," he said.

"Nonsense," Whitney interupted. "Our rule, my man doesn't take anything smaller than what I have to deal with." Whitney paused. "And the bad news for you, he's not nearly that thick."

"Great," Devin sighed.

"Don't worry, you get used to it." Tanya said with a devilish grin.

"Don't forget to get your next appointment card on your way out." Noemi said while wheeling Lola back into the corner.

"Follow-up?" Devin asked.

"Oh ya. Doctor's orders. He suggested two visits but left it to our discretion. What do you think, Whit?"

"I say, two weeks, we'll have you back in. Both of you back in. For at least 4 more visits. Think you can handle it, Devin?"

"I'll adjust."