Part 2: The doctor gives me an intimate exam [MF]

***Note:*** *This took place immediately after the events described [here](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11x541p/i_gave_a_doctor_a_prostate_exam_with_my_tongue_mf/?ref=share&ref_source=link).*

Our hands were still together, exploring my wetness, when I felt his fingers start to slow. I looked up from where I was nuzzled into his chest and saw that his eyelids were heavy. *Oh my god, is he about to fall asleep? I can’t bel- wait. I remember being this exhausted.*

“A little sleepy there, bud?” *Bud? Really? Why do I open my mouth?*

He widened his eyes in a poor attempt to keep them open. “No! I’m just relaxed…and maybe a little tired. I feel so bad, I want to make you cum. I just…need to shut my eyes for a minute.”

I suppressed an eye roll. *A minute? Sure, okay*. But he was so relaxed. *Relaxed enough to nod off. He looks like a baby angel*. “Don’t worry about it, you deserve a little rest.”

Eyes still closed, he slipped his pants back on then pulled me closer and nestled in, one arm wrapped around my shoulder and the other still holding my hand. *Annnnd I’m trapped*. I laid there, tucked securely under his arm, listening to his heart beat as I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. *It’s too bad I don’t nap.* My eyes started to feel heavy. *I’ll just close my eyes and enjoy feeling another person next to me…*

I gave a doctor a prostate exam with my tongue. [MF]

I don’t love going to the doctor. The vague appointment times where you’re required to arrive by 1:15 but aren’t seen until 3. Answering the same questions asked by a humorless nurse. Being prodded and palpated by the wrinkled, freezing cold hands of an ancient doctor who is in and out of the room in four minutes flat. Doctor’s appointments are rarely exciting, never pleasurable, and generally errands I’ve looked forward to finishing as quickly as possible…until recently.

The nurse had just left the exam room where I sat, already annoyed in anticipation of would surely be a 20 minute wait. I was preoccupied with the intrusive thought of all the emails of emails flooding my work inbox when a sharp, confident knock jolted me back to reality.

The door opened and in walked a man who looked nothing like the short, bald man of indeterminate age whom I’d been seeing for years.

“Hi, I’m Dr. N, taking over for Dr. Kearns,” he said, extending his hand. He was tall and slender with boyish curls and bright, hazel eyes. He had a warm smile, if slightly tired at the end of a long Friday. We locked eyes and suffocating sexual tension appeared out of thin air. *I’m toast.*