thinking about robby manipulating dennis into giving him a prostate exam…
“i don’t know robby.” dennis uncomfortably shuffled while putting a glove on. “maybe-maybe you should get your PCP to do this.”
robby pretended to sympathetically furrow his brows. “i mean, you don’t have to do it. i just can’t get an appointment on a day off for at least a couple months.” he looked down at his feet, appearing nervous. “i’m already a couple years past the recommended age to get the exam, and i can’t shake that there’s something wrong.”
and dennis did what he always did. he empathized. it was scary getting older, and the exam was invasive in a way most older men were uncomfortable with. “i-um-i don’t want you having care delayed if you think something might be wrong.”
robby had to suppress a smirk. his sigh of relief at the successful manipulation could be passed off as gratitude. “thanks, kid.”
next thing dennis knew, his boss was turning around, sliding his own pants down, and leaning over.
dennis tried to remember what he learned on his rotations. “you’ll feel some pressure, let me know if it hurts.”
robby tried to relax in spite of his anticipation. he told himself that this was just a taste. just one finger. it wasn’t even supposed to feel good, a prostate exam. this was just to quell an urge inside of him. it was the least invasive alternative for robby’s overwhelming need to have dennis. one finger, maybe a minute of contact, it was all robby really wanted, he was sure.
robby felt the overly slick finger slip in. dennis maneuvered around until he located the gland. robby grunted, and whispered, “shit.”
dennis took that as what it usually would be. “it’s normal to feel some discomfort. i just need to feel a little more for irregularities.” he sounded sort of urgent, like he was doing robby a favor by rushing. that thought made robby clench.
these exams were not pleasurable for the vast majority of people, but robby bet that most people weren’t borderline-obsessed with their physician and well-versed in anal play. dennis’s finger methodically slid over his sensitive nerves. robby’s jaw dropped.
then, the finger started sliding out. and robby made a sort of keening whine that stilled the room. dennis’s retreat faltered, leaving him with about a knuckle and a half still in before he remembered where he was and continued.
robby had to collect himself. he schooled his voice and asked, “feel good?”
a snapping noise followed as dennis took off his gloves. “yep, you felt good.” dennis corrected himself. “um-i felt no irregularities.” dennis watched robby slowly slide up his underwear and then his pants like a reverse strip tease. “i’m gonna draw your blood still, just for the prostate specific antigen test. i’ll be right back.”
dennis was grateful robby didn’t turn around, scared his fascination and arousal was evident. he scurried out the room, not realizing that robby was in a similar state.
the exam didn’t do what robby was hoping. he wanted more.
maybe he could convince dennis the new recommendation was a two fingered exam in a couple weeks. his most eager student would probably need coached on the technique…
