Dick Out at the Derm

This story is entirely true. It contains sexual content. All people named in the story have been renamed to maintain anonymity.

Today I went to the dermatologist for an annual skin checkup. It's the same office I've been going to for a couple years, the same place my whole family goes. My Dad swears by one of the derms there, Dr. Wine, says she's the greatest. Today she wasn't available, so I booked with another one of the doctors, Dr. Roel.

The last time I went for a full body checkup, I was asked to strip to my underwear and cover myself with a thin sheet of white gown-like paper. Every section of my body was poked and scanned by the eyes of the doctor, including a quick peak beneath the underwear. An assistant nurse, in her twenties, watched and took notes. I felt exposed and embarrassed. At the same time, it was exhilarating, a fantasy come true. This time, I'd up the ante by removing the underwear from the equation.

I wore thin gray hiking pants, with nothing underneath. The light material of the pants outlines the shape of my cock pretty well, and when I'm hard the imprint of my head can be seen bulging against the fabric.

I was both excited and nervous, not wanting to come across too eager to show off my cock, or to get erect too quickly. My goal was to have my hard cock fully exposed for the doctor to see, without it feeling like an overstep of professional boundaries.

"Milo?"

I look up.

"I'm Gabby, one of the nurse practitioners here. I'll ask you a few questions before you see Dr. Roel. Follow me."

Gabby has broad shoulders, and a frame that she fills out fully, not chubby but almost there. Locks of shiny black hair spiral past her shoulders. She looks about 30 years old.

I follow her into the room and sit down on the parchment-lined medical chair. I'm extremely nervous, croaking out answers to her basic questions. My voice is weak, shaky, barely escaping my throat.

When she's done asking me about my medical history, skin concerns, etc, she hands me a folded up square of white paper, and tells me to take my clothes off, leaving on my underwear, and to cover myself with the sheet. As she turns to leave the room, I tell her, in a meek and trembling voice, "I'm not wearing underwear today."

She pauses for a second to assess. "That's alright," and she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I strip out of my clothes, and soon I'm standing completely naked in this medical room. I sit down on the seat, put the sheet of paper over my lap, and wait. My mind can't help but to wander, and I start to get hard. I couldn't be rock hard as soon as she walked into the room. That would be too obvious, so I flex my entire body to bring it back down.

I hear a knock and the doctor walks in, short, blue eyes, about 50. She's wearing a mask. There are wrinkle lines around her eyes, and she has her blonde hair up in a bun. And I can tell that she is pretty fit for her age. I recognize her, she was my doctor last time I came in for a checkup. Trailing behind her is nurse Gabby, holding a clipboard with a sheet of paper containing a diagram of the nude male body, front and back. The nurse is taller than the doctor.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Roel. What brings you in today?"

I tell her I need a full body skin check, and that I have a lump I'm concerned about on my butt. I'd felt this lump a few weeks previous, when I was cleaning my ass, and was a bit worried about it. I thought of all the people I'd have to explain my condition to, "yeah, rectal cancer, it's serious," and wished for anything but that. Anything.

Dr. Roel reclines the chair so that I am laying flat on my back. The only thing covering me is this thin, white, sheet of paper.

The skin check begins on my face. Dr. Roel asks a few questions, I think to put me at ease. I am visibly and audibly uncomfortable, answering her questions with an apprehensive, trembling voice as well. I really don't want to get hard, but I also really do.

She makes her way down my stomach, and so far I was doing good. Every few seconds she'd bring a tool against my body and call out a set of numbers, for nurse Gabby to jot down on the note sheet.

Suddenly she says "ok, I'm going to look down the underwear line," and lifts up the sheet, taking a peek at the upper part of my scrotal area. She's very quick, lays the sheet back down, and soon checks my upper thighs and ballsack, lifting up the sheet from my underside. And I lose all control.

My dick springs up like the seconds hand of a clock, tick, tick, tick, tick, until it's fully hard, and raises the sheet high above my stomach. The sheet is lifted by my boner such that both ladies, who are positioned across from me, can see the underside of a plump, veiny, 6-inch shaft and head. Dr. Roel continues without hesitation, and the nurse betrays no reaction either. At least I think so, I'm not watching. I want them to look, and feel they'd be more likely to do so without my eyes on them. After ten more seconds of the doctor checking my legs with my twitching, bulging cock visible for all to see, I lift my head up and adjust the sheet a bit, and say "sorry", looking at the doctor, gauging for some sort of reaction. Maybe a "no problem, it's completely normal," or "this is completely inappropriate, I am done here."

I get nothing. She doesn't miss a beat, continuing with her work like I hadn't said anything. She gets down to my feet, and asks me a question about a wart on my left pinky toe. I struggle to put words together, grunting out my response, entirely aware of the twitching going on between me and her. I'd never been in conversation with a women while turned on and exposed for her, and my brain almost short circuited.

She asks another question, and I take more time to respond, almost unable to at all. "Um, uh, yeah, I, uh, I, uh, have a few warts, um, one on my left pinky toe..... and, uh, one on my right foot," I grunt. I know if I'm unable to answer her basic questions it'll seem like I'm deriving pleasure from this, which would be unprofessional. I need to answer.

Finally, I turn over onto my stomach, and she starts scanning my backside, neck first. I am incredibly relieved to have a break from the last exchange, and relax. My cock needs a break, after being so damn turned on.

Her eyes and fingers traverse my neck, back, and get to my butt, where I have the bump. I tell her where it is, she removes the sheet, and pokes around my inner butt cheeks, trying to locate said bump. After a few unsuccessful tries, she asks me to find it. Ok, fair enough. I reach behind my back with my right arm, just like in the shower, and rub my pointer finger all over the inside of my asscheeks. I can't find the lump, and start to freak out.

This guy comes in, without underwear, gets rock hard in front of the two female professionals, and then asks one of them to stick her finger up his ass. This lump better fucking be there. If it's not, I'm a creep, no way around it.

I find it! And I put my finger right on that lump, and hold on for dear life. Dr Roel. swaps her finger, with mine, examines the lump, and tells me it's probably nothing to worry about, but a steroid shot would be a safe option. I agree, and the assistant suddenly appears at my right shoulder, asking me to sign a consent form for this shot. I don't know exactly what it is, but I'm too flabbergasted by the situation to think hard.

"You're gonna feel a sharp pinch. 3, 2, 1."

Ow. That shit hurts. Right on the rim of my anus. I wince in pain, clench my fists, and in a few seconds it's over. Phew. I like being inflicted this pain. I feel that it levels the playing field. Any uncomfort caused by my erection a few moments earlier is evened out by the uncomfort of this shot. Doc sticks a piece of gauze against the entry point, and leaves it there, secured between my two buttcheeks.

Next she is on to freezing the warts I have on my feet. Warts I've had for over a decade, persistent motherfuckers who decided my feet are their permanent home. I flip back over onto my back, with a slight hard-on. At this point I'm ok with it, I feel more relaxed. Dr. Roel asks the nurse to leave the room and starts on my feet. I'm a lot more comfortable with just the two of us in the room. More relaxed now, we chat a bit. I tell her about my warts, about how persistent they are, all the treatments I've tried, the podiatrists I've visited. She asks me about a bruise on my foot, and I tell her I'm a cook, work long hours on my feet, that my new shoes give me bruises on my big toe. Her interest is piqued, and she shares that she was a waitress for many years, and that her husband worked as a cook years ago. The mention of her husband made my cock jump a bit. I ended up having a good time talking to her.

She finishes spraying my feet with liquid nitrogen, which hurt, and instructs me on what to do at home to kill the warts, adjusting the chair back to a sitting position. My visit is almost over.

She tells me to schedule a 2-week follow-up to check on the warts, and gets up to leave. My dick makes one final call for attention, rising to its full height under the thin layer of paper. She notices, and walks out.

Once it's just me in the room, I lift up the sheet and am surprise to see a strand of precum stretching from my tip. So turned on by what just happened, I finish myself off, cumming all over the white sheet, crumpling it up, and tossing it in the trashcan.