New! Naked Examination

Joe X

(A CFNM Story)

Have you ever stripped naked for a medical examination?  It's a strange experience, isn't it?

I was working for a company where the 'senior' executives were expected to have an 'executive' medical every year.  Not that it was compulsory, or indeed particularly senior, but it was expected.  So, off I go, and it's all very straightforward.  There's a questionnaire about the usual lifestyle things, diet, exercise, alcohol, you know what I mean.  And a list of instructions.  Undress down to your underwear, put on the robe, wait to be called by the nurse.

All very straightforward except...

"Oh," said the teenage receptionist, "we thought you were a girl, you've got a lady doctor.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," I replied.  Oh well...  I think 'Lady Doctor' is such a polite expression, don't you?  Stern middle age lady in a tweed skirt.

Anyway, after completing the questionnaire a girl in a white nurse’s uniform did loads of tests, hearing, eyesight, ECG, that thing where you blow in a tube...  You know the sort of thing.

Then, "Lie down on the bed and wait for the doctor..."

The doctor came in.  Stern middle aged lady in a tweed skirt my arse!  She was drop dead gorgeous, wearing what appeared to be a mini-skirt.  Well, she did all the usual things, looked in my mouth, in my ears, listened to my chest, tapped my joints with a little rubber hammer...  You know...

Then...

"Right...  I need to exam your genitalia..."

"My er..."

"Your genitals.  You know...  Your private parts...  Don't be shy...  It's very important."

"Well yes of course..."  

"Good," she picked up the phone, "I'm just about to do the intimate examinations, I need a chaperone."

Of it wasn't embarrassing enough already I was going to be examined with an audience watching.  There was a knock on the door and the teenage receptionist walked in.  Oh heck!  She was the audience.

Rather embarrassed I pulled my underpants down to my thighs, praying my cock wouldn't go erect.

"You have to stand up for it," she says.

So instead of pulling my pants back up and sending up, I try to get up with my pants round my knees.  I ..nearly fall over.

"Perhaps if you take them off," says the doctor.

"Oh...  Right," so there I am. Standing completely naked.  Willing my cock to stay down.

"Relax please, I'm just going to examine your testicles, your balls..." she added, obviously feeling I was some sort of ignoramus.

Have you ever had your balls examined?  It is a strange experience.

"Right," she says, though whether to me or the audience I'm not quite sure, "first we look to see how they are hanging.  Left lower than the right.  Oh, they look a bit tight, probably cold.  I'll just warm them up a bit,' and she grabs hold of them and warms them in her hand.

Oh no!  What do you expect?  My cock goes straight up and my face goes bright red.

"Don't worry,' says the audience, "it happens all the time."

Doesn't make it less embarrassing though.

"And now we examine each in turn.  Squeeze and pull.  Squeeze and pull.  Where did you go on your holidays this year."

They're probably taught to make small talk while they're squeezing your balls.

"Um...  Italy..."

"Oh lovely..."

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, a bit uncomfortable there?"

"Yes..."

"Not unexpected.  Yes, they're both hanging freely, no problems.  Italy you say, whereabouts?"

"Er... Florence."

"Lovely, now let me have a look at your penis.  I'm supposed to ask if you have any problems getting an erection?  But..." she looked at my vertical cock, "there's not usually any need."  She looked at the audience, "Looks good... Leans a bit to the left don't you think?"

The audience nodded, but whether agreeing that it looked good or it leaned to the left I'm not quite sure. I know if you read my stories I make a joke about having a big penis, well I do exaggerate in stories, on the other hand it is quite impressive!

I pull my underpants back up.

"No problem.  All quite um...  yes... normal.  Now can you just lie on your side and draw your knees up, I need to examine your anus and put a finger up your bottom."

All very run of the mill for her.  I suppose she puts her finger up fifty bottoms a week.

I pull my underpants back down and do as I'm told




"Anus normal...  Oh gosh...  Look at that..." she says, "Louise should see this.  Give her a ring will you, he's got a skin tag just to the side of his hole."

Louise, came in and the three of them stared at my anus.

"It's a skin tag," said Louise,

I knew I had a skin tag just to the left of my hole.  What I didn't want to do was explain how I got it!

"Do you know how you got it?" she asks.

Oh no!  I was going to have to explain.

"Well," I said, and I could feel my face burning, "I was doing some soldering and I put the soldering iron down with the point vertical, resting on a stool, and I forgot it was there and..." The explanation came blurting out.

"You don't mean you sat on it. You got a red-hot soldering iron up your arsehole!  I mean your anus..."

"Well nearly..."

She could hardly disguise the laughter.

"I thought that only happened in Carry On films."

"It didn't go up.  It just missed."

"Lucky you!"

Not that lucky, I think it made everybody's day at the hospital.

"Well let's put a finger up then," said the doctor.

I felt the finger go in.

"Florence you say?  Was the weather nice?"

Have you ever had a conversation with somebody when they have their finger up your bottom?

It goes something like this.

"The weather...  Oooh!  It was...  Oh!   ...rather...  Oooh!  ...hot and   Oh oh oh oh!"

"Sorry.  Pushed a bit hard..."

"...humid.    Oh my gosh!"

"Sorry...  Think yourself lucky.  You should see the size of Dorothy's finger!"

So that was it.  I'd had my balls squeezed, my penis admired, my anus laughed at and my bottom thoroughly probed.  All clear till the next year when...

"Oh!  The man with the red-hot poker up his bum," the teenage receptionist remembered me.  Nobody forgets a story like that.