Unexpected Physical Exam

I really needed a relaxing massage fast. San Francisco has a great source for finding fast massages by guys for guys on craigslist.org. Some of them are just escorts with no training whatsoever but if you know what to look for it is pretty easy to find a good massage. I have had the most luck with Asian guys. They have an intuitive touch that is just right for me.

I found what appeared to be a muscular Asian guy who offered a full body and prostate massage in the nude. The pic in the ad showed only his torso. He looked to be in his forties and totally ripped. This was perfect. Exactly what I needed. I answered the ad with one of my black and white shirtless pics. The sexy one where I am looking down toward my abs with my hair hanging over my face. He responded within 15 minutes with a phone number and said that he could see me right away.

When I arrived a very young beautiful Asian answered the door, most likely 18 or 19. He had a tight v-neck white tee that showed his thin muscular body. He also wore loose fitting scrubs that covered his legs. I felt a stir in my pants at the thought of him massaging me naked. I wondered why he didn't look like the guy in the ad but didn't care at this point. He was hot! He introduced himself as Michael. He didn't speak english very well but seemed overly accommodating. He bowed as I entered and placed his hand at the small of my back to guide me in.

The first thing I noticed was several pairs of shoes at the door-they were different sizes. I quickly realized I may not the only client here. He motioned for me to take my shoes and socks off and guided me in a small room near the entrance. He pointed toward a small wooden chair and, in his broken english, asked me to sit down. I did as I was told. He pulled a basin of water over and washed and massaged my feet. As he did this I could see over his shoulder down to the small of his back. It was perfectly V shaped. He shirt rode up his back and exposed just enough flesh to get my attention. I was instantly hard, felt my cock hit my pants and tent them slightly. He didn't seem to notice as he was focused on his task. I shifted around and tried to hide it. Once done he moved me into a second small but well decorated room where I waited for the next phase of my massage.

After what seemed to be half an hour I was startled by an Asian man in scrubs and a white lab coat. He sat down beside me. "Hello. I am David," he said. "I would like to ask you a few questions before your massage." He asked me a litany of questions: When was my last massage? Did I have any injuries? Had I ever had a prostate massage before? It had been a while since my last massage and I have never had a real prostate massage, unless of course you count a quick fingering followed by hard cock up my ass. He also asked when I had my last physical. I needed clarification . . . 'You mean a medical exam?' He said yes. I hadn't had a physical in over 10 years. I explained to him that I am never sick and didn't feel the need to go to a doctor. He finished scribbling notes on a clipboard and then called for the lad that greeted me earlier. He turned to me and asked if I would mind submitting to a quick exam before the massage. I didn't really understand why, but secretly loved the idea of being examined so I said ok. Michael came into the room at that point and took me down the hall into the next room.

Upon entering this room I noticed it was set up like a real exam room at a doctor's office including an exam table, a table with stirrups and all types of medical devices. Michael guided me into the room and asked me to get undressed and put on a gown. He sensed my becoming very nervous. I was only wearing cargo shorts with no underwear and a zip-up sweatshirt hoodie with no shirt underneath. He moved toward me compassionately and said let met help you. I nodded. He unzipped by hoodie and slipped it over my shoulders. "Nice chest," he said. His hand moved across my chest, down my abs and rested at the button on my pants. His eyes never left mine as he unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. I was naked, hard and embarrassed. He said nothing as he grabbed a gown from the shelf and held it up for me to put my arms through. He asked me to sit on the exam table and wait. He left the room without shutting the door.

I heard the older guy speaking to someone outside the door but I couldn't see anything. He passed by the door but didn't look in. Then more conversation. It was the younger one. He was with someone else. He passed by the door then . . . The hottest guy. Total naked. Early 20's. He was following Michael into the room I just left. "How are you doing?" David entered my room. I jumped. My gown was tented by my erection and a small wet spot had formed on the gown next to the tip of my cock. "Fine," I said. He didn't really seem to pay attention to my answer.

I asked him how long this would take and when would I get to the massage. "Only ten or fifteen minutes," he said. "Now lets take a look at you."

He moved closer to me and leaned around my back. He pushed the gown open to expose my back and then began feeling his way with a stethoscope from the top to the side and then toward the bottom while asking me to breath in and out. "You've been working out for a long time," he said. "Um, thanks." I didn't know if that was a compliment or not. He pushed the gown off my shoulders and it fell in my lap. He used the stethoscope on my chest, left and then right, to listen inside. He pulled it away and then ran his hands over my chest. His hands were strong and warm. He pinched my nipples playfully and said that everything looked fine so far and that he wanted to take a look at my abdomen.

Following his lead, I laid back onto the table. He push my gown down toward my crotch and placed his hands at the top of my abs, massaging them with his fingers. I was still rock hard. So hard I was beginning to hurt. He made his way down my stomach and bumped into the top of my cock.

"You have an erection," he said. "Um, yes." I was so embarrassed. He lifted the gown completely off me and I instantly felt a cold breeze. "How long have you been hard?" "For about an hour," I said. He took my cock in his left hand and my balls in his right. "Let's just make sure everything is alright." He examined my cock thoroughly while pulling and tugging on my balls. He opened my piss hole with one hand and grabbed a long, slender and shiny instrument with the other. I thought I might explode. He pushed this thing down my pisshole and pre-cum squirted all over me and his white coat.

He pulled the instrument out and asked me to turn over. "One more check," he said, " and we can get on with the massage." I turned over and he pried open my anus. He tapped it with his finger a few times, slapped my on my ass and said we were done here. I sat up on the table, still erect. He called his assistant, Michael, asked him to finish up and left the room. Michael asked me to follow him. I stood up and grabbed the gown. "You won't need that." He took it from me.

I followed him over to a scale in the hall, was weighed in and then led back to the waiting room. To my surprise, the other naked guy was sitting there. Michael placed me in a chair next to the other guy and left the room. There I was naked, erect and completely embarrassed waiting for my massage.

Here is the link to the actual massage.

Comments

[Pete]

Yikes.. it seems like a shiny metal object going down your piss hole would hurt like hell. But I've got a throbbing hard on imagining all that.

[Brenton]

That is really hot, although generally speaking I don't find Asian guys attractive.
What happened to the rest of that story and the actual massage?

[wyohung]

I can relate to this fetish, just because I grew up with it partially true. Ever since I was in 5th grade, I very easily got hard. And there was something about being afraid I'd get hard in front of someone, that actually caused me to get hard. So on doctor's visits, he would have me take all my clothes off and I would be as hard as a rock. I matured early so I had over a 6" dick in 6th grade. They did these tests on me because of my size and being hard. Everywhere I encountered somewhere I had to get naked in front of someone I'd panic and it would cause me to be hard. Whether the locker room, the doctor's office. I grew up being constantly afraid and planned out how I was going to shower when no one was around in my frat house. I thought as I got older this would get better. But I'm over 40 and still can be hard for 3 or 4 hours straight. And still struggle in a locker room. Not because of the lust, but because of the panic. But there was also a pleasure in all of this. Like you said.. the vulnerability. Plus I was bigger than everyone else, so I liked the showing off at the same time I feared the embarrassment. Your doctor's office stories are totally exciting. I"d be UP for one myself.

[Jay]

I agree with you Jared the Doc visits are hot and always look forward to them. I have a different spin on the fetish as I am turned on by a man filling a cup for a urine test. There has always been this turn on to fill this cup with hot piss and hand it back to the doctor. So now I have a job that includes collecting urine samples for pre-employment tests from construction works and truck drivers. Watching these hot buff guys fill this cup with hot piss is such a turn on that it should not be legal to have such a reward job.
Keep your stories coming they are hot.

[Boi Wo]

When I was in Hawaii I was referred to a Hawaiian doctor so I could get a work permit. He didn't speak English so the company sent a guy with me. We went in the back room. I had to stand in front of the doctor. He spoke to my escort as he pulled my mesh shirt over my head and put it on his desk. After using the stethoscope he pinched my nipples real hard, all the while talking to my escort. Then while still talking he unbuttoned me shorts and pointed for me to kick off my flipflops and step out of my shorts. He examined my rock hard cock and carefully examined my balls. Then he pulled me to the desk and bent me over it. Something large slipped up my butt and I started to groan. They both kept talking Hawaiian and ignored my naked reaction. Soon I couldn't help and blasted all over his desk. They smiled and handed me a paper towel. He signed the paper, handed me my clothes and said "Aloha" which means both hello and goodbye. I had to get dressed in the waiting room and leave. I got the job.

[Samuel]

Wah....
cool

[CHRIS CAMERON]

MY GOD..THIS IS EXACTLY MY FANTASY...I LIVE CLOSE TO SAN FRANCISCO IN CALIFORNIA AND WOULD LUV TO KNOW WHERE I CAN GO TO GET A PHYSICAL EXAM AND MASSAGE LIKE THIS ONE??!!

MY NAME IS CHRIS AND MY EMAIL IS CHRIS@CAMERON-ENTERPRISES.COM