Overview

It’s not supposed to feel this good when a dude’s got his fingers in me.

When I’m at the hospital for a below-the-belt exam, I ask for a male doctor. Because I’m a straight guy, and the whole thing is awkward enough as it is.

But now I’m lying here, legs up on the exam table, with this mountain of a man staring into my hole, and suddenly I’m not so sure anymore.

The longer he touches me, the harder I get, and soon enough, I want him to do more than just examine me.