I have my checkup with the endocrinologist for testosterone therapy. I haven't seen them in a year. They call my name in the waiting room and track their eyes all over me as I walk towards them. "hardly would have recognised you." They say as they welcome me into their office. I smile and settle on the paper covered bed. "such a handsome man now," they smile as they put on nitrile gloves and ghost their hand over my jaw, "beard coming in, moustache" their fingers graze my lips and they track down my hairy throat across my chest, "top surgery looks good on you, let's get your tshirt off and see what hair has developed." I blink but obey, I guess this is part of the checkup? Peel my tshirt off and set it beside me. They rub their hand over my chest and down over my stomach, fingers threading through the hair, "coming in very well, looks great, you feel good about it?" I nod, "yeah, really good." their hand moves below my naval fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans, "what about your legs?" I try not to squirm, fuck their hand is stirring my cock, "much more hairy." They raise their eyebrow, "show me." I tremble as I unlatch my belt, push down my jeans, fuck, I really hope they can't see how horny this is making me. They rub their hands over my leg and smile, "yes, much thicker." we must have done this before then, if they know that. They look at my boxers and then back at me, "more ass hair?" they ask and I nod, and shift to the edge of the bed, bringing my feet up to frame my hips. I tug my boxers up just enough so they can see my hairy asshole, feeling a thrum of desire as they look at me with hunger, "very nice," they brush their finger over it, so sensitive it makes my breath ragged, "what about bottom growth?" they say it so casually but I feel the tension, "yes." I croak, squeezing my thighs together and pulling my boxers over my knees, letting them gather in my jeans where they catch on my boots. "relax, lie back, I just need to do a quick inspection," they say, sliding their hands down my thighs to gently part them. They look at my hard little cock and wet cunt with a knowing smile, "well you've grown nicely," they rub their fingers up my lips and catch my cock between two, giving a tug and making me groan, "are you fully erect?" they ask, and I gasp as they wank my cock, make me buck and whine, "Oh there, you're getting even bigger, what a handsome cock you've got now, do you like it?" I nod, "do you take good care of it? Play with it every day?" I moan as they rub me faster, my stomach tightening as buck my hips against them, "yes, yes, every day." They withdraw their hand and I whine, "more." before I can stop myself. "Oh, the testosterone is making you horny?" they ask, as they rub one finger in my wetness, circling my hole and making me groan, "I see you are still self-lubricating, what about penetration?" I nod and they slide a finger deep inside making me gasp and grunt and buck. "you've still got good depth," they press another finger in, rubbing their thumb over my cock and making me whine, "That's it, you're doing so well." fuck, it feels too good, "just need you to cum for me." They say it so mildly as their hand works in and out, the other hand rubbing my cock more insistently, "good boy, cum," they say, and I do. I cum so hard I shake, my body clenching on their fingers and fists tearing the paper sheet. They watch me and then gently tug my pulsing dick, looking at it and squeezing it and then letting it go. "excellent, great job." They withdraw their hands and pull off their gloves, discarding them as they open a file on the computer, "perfect physical condition, happy with changes, your blood work looks great, that's you! Any questions for me?" I sit trembling on the bed, still coming back to earth, "uhhh, no, not really." I say and they nod, "okay, well, I'll leave you to get dressed."
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