The urological examination

Lucius, It’s Time for a Urological Checkup

I’ve been telling you for a few years now that at our age, it is necessary to have a checkup. I had mine last week with a urologist friend. If you want, I can give you his number. He is a doctor who’s a bit “sui generis,” but he is very good, and he has a hot assistant/secretary. Who knows, maybe he’ll even hook up with her! But that’s his business. Now, don’t do as usual. Call him, or I’ll make an appointment for you this time. I can’t believe I’ve been telling you for years, and you haven’t done anything.”

Antonio, My Primary Care Doctor

Antonio has been my primary care doctor for as long as I can remember. We have known each other since he took over the practice of the retired old doctor. We are about the same age, so a friendship was born in addition to the doctor-patient relationship. “All right, I’ll call him,” I reply. “I’m curious about the sexpot!” We laugh together.

Antonio doesn’t know about my double life. He doesn’t know about my pleasure in becoming Francesca. Nor does he suspect anything. But the idea of a urological examination embarrasses me. Undoubtedly, he will see my violated and abused little hole, and this scares me a little. Although a doctor is bound to professional secrecy, I have heard doctors exchanging gossip about patients without ever naming names.

Back home, as usual, I become Francesca… I don’t know why, but the whole process of transformation – hair removal, makeup, body lotion, etc. – and wearing feminine clothes makes me feel good. I am comfortable even doing things around the house. It’s early, just 5:30 p.m. I took the afternoon off from work for my doctor’s appointment. “Antonio is right,” I think. “We are at the age where having some checkups is necessary. Let’s make this call,” I say to myself. I pick up the phone and make the infamous appointment. I think I was answered by the assistant/secretary… What a nice voice!

The Day of the Appointment

The day of the appointment arrives, the last one of the day that I requested so I would have time to leave the office and go home to get ready. I know what a urological examination consists of!

I am in the doctor’s office, and Antony was right: the secretary is a gorgeous brunette with a perfect body, dressed soberly but very sensually. It’s clear that she is aware that she is being watched. The patient comes out, and she escorts me to the doctor’s room. The usual ritual of questions begins. “So, you are a patient of Antony’s. Is this your first urological visit?” “Yes! It is my first visit, although I must say that Antonio has been telling me to come to you for some time already.” “Any discomfort? Do you experience any discomfort or burning during urination?” “No, nothing like that!” “Do you happen to notice any stains on your underwear?” “No, I’ve never noticed. Actually, doctor, according to Antonio, I should just have a checkup to make sure everything is okay. He says it’s a good idea given our age.”

“Antonio is right. You see, we males are inclined not to undergo preventive examinations. We only worry when a problem arises. Women, on the other hand, are used to going to the gynecologist since adolescence, and often this helps them solve problems that do not have symptoms yet, but can be detected through a thorough examination. Now, undress behind the screen. You can keep your shirt and pullover.” Honestly, I feel a little embarrassed, but I’m here, and sooner or later, I have to face it. I step out from behind the screen, half-naked. “Come, lean your torso on the examination table,” the doctor instructs. As I do so, I see him slip on a pair of latex gloves and pour some gel on one finger. He sits on a stool and says, “Spread your legs a little.” The cold contact of the gel with my anus makes it tighten. “You may have noticed that I am open and totally shaved,” I think to myself, but the doctor doesn’t let on. “Relax,” he tells me. I try to relax, feeling anxious, waiting for his finger to penetrate me. “That’s good like that!” I hear him say as his middle finger slides smoothly into my puckered ass. I feel him move inside me, feeling the walls of my rectum deeply, then almost coming out to sink back in gently. It’s as if he were finger-fucking me. Strangely, I feel my cock reacting. It starts growing, but I can’t help it. I lie there motionless on my stomach, legs spread as I often do when, as Francesca, I let Roberto or Ahmed fuck me. Only this time, my cock reacts… Meanwhile, the doctor continues to move his finger and explore my anal canal… “Fuck,” I tell myself, “there are two fingers.” But I like the slow massage he is giving me, and the doctor seems to like it too. He withdraws his fingers and instructs me, “Now, lie down on the examination table on your stomach and slide to the edge. That’s it, a little more… Perfect. Please pull your knees up! If it’s comfortable for you, you can hold them with your hands.” I position myself as instructed. It’s a porn position, with my knees pulled up and held by my hands, slightly apart, and my erection is evident. “Great! Now, let’s check your scrotum too,” he tells me. He takes more gel, and I can clearly see that he applies it to two fingers. A few moments later, they slide into my ass with ease and resume the previous work. With the other hand, the doctor begins to caress my scrotum. At this point, it would be clear to a c.