A trip to the dermatologist
Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2024 7:47 pm
A trip to the dermatologist
Story by nothing4u2c
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people is purely coincidental.
When I turned 30, I went to see my doctor for an extensive 30-year checkup (including blood work to check cholesterol and blood sugar, and an updated tetanus shot, etc.). I was given a referral to go see a dermatologist for a mole on my back that had grown a bit over the last year. My wife had insisted I get it checked out, and now my doctor was telling me to as well. I no longer lived in the same city where the dermatologist I had seen in high school for excessive acne was located, so I scheduled an appointment with a new doctor, Dr. Chuck Bradford, at a clinic near my house.
I arrived at the office a bit before my appointment time to fill out paperwork on medical history and insurance. A few minutes later, a nurse, Addison, called me back. She was slightly older than me, maybe 35 or so. She was quite attractive, with long blonde hair, large boobs and butt that filled out her scrubs, and perhaps most attractive, a smile that was incredibly friendly and inviting, with perfectly straight, white teeth. I glanced at her ring finger and saw a large diamond engagement ring and wedding band.
She was also very talkative and friendly as she walked me through a variety of intake questions. "Even though you were referred for one problematic mole, our exam fee is the same for a full skin check, so Dr. Bradford will look for any other problem areas," she explained. "Any questions?" I shook my head no. "Great," she continued, typing a few last notes into the computer. "Alright, I'll send Dr. Bradford in. He'll take a look, and then remove that pesky mole if he thinks it might be an issue. Once I step out, you can get undressed to your underwear and take a seat on the exam table. Would you like a blanket because it's a little cold in here?"
It actually felt quite nice in the room, given that it was close to 90F outside. "Nope, I'm good," I said. Looking back, I regret that decision. A blanket could have come in use later on.
Addison left the room, and I began removing my clothes. I set them on a pile with my shoes, and climbed up onto the exam table in my boxer briefs. I waited for a couple minutes before I heard a knock on the door. "I'm good," I called, and Dr. Bradford stepped in. He introduced himself, asked a few questions about my skin health and history with dermatology visits for acne, and then got going with the exam.
"Yeah this definitely looks like something we should remove," he said, examining my back. He grabbed a fine-tipped marker off the counter and I felt him circle the mole. "Very unlikely that it's cancerous, but better safe than sorry. Only about 7% of moles we remove are malignant, and treatment success rate is upwards of 99%, so nothing to be worried about." He continued checking my arms, legs, torso, scalp, and even the bottoms of my feet and between my toes. "Do you have any concerns on your buttocks or your genital areas?" he asked.
That thought hadn't really crossed my mind. "Umm, not sure to be honest. I've never really looked that closely."
"Why don't we quick look, just to be safe," he said. He had me stand, face away from him with my legs spread just slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Very professionally, he shimmied my underwear down to my knees. He inspected the skin on my butt cheeks, then gently separated my cheeks to check in my butt crack. He paused for a second, pulling my skin in different angles to get a better look at a certain spot. "Hmm, okay, let me get a better look here from the other side," he said. "Please remove your underwear, sit your bottom on the edge of the table, and lay back, then pull your feet up and put them by your butt with your knees separated."
I turned, now fully exposing myself to the doctor. I pushed my boxers down to the ground and stepped out of them. I climbed back onto the exam table and sat like he instructed. The exam table was equipped with a spotlight attached to the ceiling, similar to the type the dentist uses, that swivels 360 degrees and can be moved to any position. He turned it on and positioned it so it was shining directly between my legs. "Alright spread your knees apart a little more," he said. I spread my legs wider. "Now, if you could grab a hold of your penis and scrotum and lift them up and out of the way, please." I did as he instructed. "Perfect, thank you."
Next, he gently pressed and stretched the skin on a spot just to the side of my perineum, where the skin between my balls and butt hole met the fold from my inner thigh, if that makes sense. "Yeah, this one looks a bit questionable as well, a bit darker and a bit more oblong compared to the rest of your freckles and moles." He grabbed the marker again and circled this one as well.
With that, the visual exam was done, and Dr. Bradford gave me a hand, pulling me back up into a seated position on the edge of the table. He talked me through the process of removing the moles: a bit of lidocaine would be injected just to the side of the mole, allowed to take affect for a couple minutes, then a thin flexible razor would be used to cut them off. A electrocautery would burn the blood vessels to prevent excessive bleeding. "Wait right here, and the nurse will be in a just a moment to get the lidocaine started." He shut the door behind him as he exited the room.
As I mentioned, I am married to a beautiful wife of six years, and Dr. Bradford kept things very professional, even though I was butt naked with my legs spread wide. I didn't think twice about exposing myself like this to a doctor, especially a male doctor. Now, however, nurse Addison, the hot blonde with the dreamy smile, big boobs, and bouncy butt, would be coming back into the room to shoot lidocaine into my crotch (and my back). My heart rate started to climb as I waited for her to arrive. For a moment, I considered putting my underwear back on, but that would be pointless as they would be coming off in just a few moments.
Addison knocked on the door, and I replied with a quick, "Yep!" before she entered. She was carrying a tray with a variety of different syringes, specimen cups, and bandages, which she set on a cart near the exam table. She made small talk while she filled the needle with lidocaine and partially unwrapped the bandages for quick application later on. I grew more and more nervous, and I could feel a slight stirring in my crotch. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, keeping my penis hidden without being too obvious about it.
Next, She grabbed the swivel stool and sat down in front of me. She instructed me to lay back with my legs apart, much like Dr. Bradford had me do. She was now staring directly at my 4 inch when flaccid penis which was starting to slowly swell. "Please move your penis and testicles up and to the left so I can get a clear view of the mole," she requested, in a very professional manner. I had a brief moment where my hand was fully covering my junk while she worked. Unfortunately, however, I could feel the contact of my hand on my penis, in addition to the embarrassment of being naked in front of an attractive nurse who now had a clear view of not only my penis and scrotum but also my butt hole, causing an erection to start growing much more rapidly. "A little poke," she said, sticking the needle into my crotch. It barely hurt, more surprising than painful. "Alright you can let go now and stand up, facing away from me, so I can get started with the one on your back."
I kept my hand clasped over my penis as I stood and faced away. I knew that if I let go it would be about half mast. At least I was a grower, I thought, knowing that it would also be closer to 6 inches long by now. I faced away from her as she poked my other mole with the needle. "All done!" she said. "You can sit on the exam table again while we wait for the lidocaine to kick in." I turned around and sat on the edge of the table, trying my best to keep my erection hidden. She glanced briefly at my penis and looked away quickly, but I could see a bit of blush on her cheeks. She pressed a button on the wall, which was followed by a ping letting Dr. Bradford know I was ready. I expected her to leave, but she instead began preparing the specimen cups and unwrapping the blade Dr. Bradford would be using.
Dr. Bradford reentered the room a minute later. "All set?" asked Dr. Bradford as he took up his seat. Addison and I both nodded. "Go ahead and lean back and get into the same position I had you in earlier." I laid back and spread my knees apart, keeping my now throbbing penis out of the way with my hand. From this angle, I couldn't see Dr. Bradford, as he was hunched over in between my legs, but I could see Addison out of the corner of my eye. She was standing just over his shoulder, holding a specimen tube at the ready. She was staring directly at my crotch, and I could see a little bit of a cheeky smile forming in the corner of her mouth. The lidocaine did its work, and I didn't feel any pain as the mole was cut away. Addison held out the tube for him to drop the mole into after it was shaved off. There was a little sizzle noise when he cauterized the bleeding, and in just over a minute, he was already done with the procedure.
As Dr. Bradford rolled back a few feet on the swivel stool, Addison took a step forward with a bandage. "Replace this at least twice a day, and make sure to coat the open wound with petroleum jelly to help protect it from infection." She dabbed some on with a cotton swab, then placed a bandaid over it. Just like when she shot me up with lidocaine she was extremely close to my now fully erect penis. I could feel every heartbeat pulsing in my penis as I held it in place out of the area she was working on. Granted, had I let go, it would have stuck upward and out of the way on its own.
"All done?" asked Dr. Bradford as Addison stepped back. "Great, now I'll have you stand up and face away from me," he said. I stood and turned away, thankful that I no longer had either of them staring directly at my crotch. I felt Dr. Bradford pinch my skin around the mole to try to get it in a better position. My hand was still holding my penis, trying to hide it from view. “If you could please put your hands on your hips and tilt your shoulders back, that will help relieve tension on your skin so I can get a better angle,” he instructed. My heart skipped a beat. I would have to fully expose myself now.
Timidly, I let go of my penis, and it stayed in a mostly upright position about a 45 degree angle from vertical. I placed my hands on my hips and flexed my shoulders backward. “Much better,” said Dr. Bradford as he began cutting away the tissue. I couldn’t see him, but once again, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Addison staring at me. It was clear that she was not looking at my back where Dr. Bradford was working, but rather directly at my penis. She made little effort to keep a straight face this time; she was smiling at what she was seeing between my legs.
“Addison, the tube please,” said Dr. Bradford. She snapped out of her daze and apologized for not being at the ready with it this time. She fumbled with the lid for a moment before handing it over so he could scrape the tissue off the razor into the liquid. He finished cauterizing the second mole, and Addison dabbed on vaseline and applied a bandage.
“All set,” she said as she finished up. I did my best to cover up my erection with my right hand again before I turned back around to face the two of them. I saw her eyes dart downward to my crotch as Dr. Bradford explained the after treatment care, keeping them coated in petroleum jelly and a bandaid, washing them thoroughly anytime I showered, and avoiding major stretching for a day or two to prevent the one in my crotch from opening up.
“Any questions?” he asked. I shook my head no. He pulled off his gloves and reached out to give me a handshake. My right hand was covering my penis, so I awkwardly fumbled around trying to keep myself covered as I switched to my other hand to cover while shaking his hand. He gave me a nod, washed his hands, and left the room.
Addison finished up labeling the specimen tubes and cleaning up the tray. “You did great today. I’ll get these sent over to the lab, and they should have results back in a few days, maybe a week or so,” she said. Again her eyes briefly darted to my still swollen penis that was barely covered by my left hand as she shook my right hand. She flashed me a grin once again before exiting the room.
I felt like I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I let my penis fall out of my hand as I picked up my underwear off the floor. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Addison returned to the room. “Sorry,” she said. “Here’s you after care paperwork, with more information about keeping the areas of your procedure clean and covered.” I was now standing fully naked, uncovered, with a full on erection, as the hot nurse handed over the paperwork. “Sorry for bursting in, have a nice day!” she said, giving me a big smile and walking out the door.
Not leaving a chance for anyone else to come busting down the door, I quickly pulled on my boxer briefs and did my best to tuck my penis inside. I pulled on my shorts which thankfully were a thicker canvas material and mostly hid my boner. I threw on my t-shirt, slipped on my shoes, and quickly exited the clinic, avoiding eye contact with everyone I passed.
That evening, I had my wife help replace my bandages. She put vaseline on the one on my back and added a clean bandage. I could have easily done the one on my crotch by myself, but she offered to help. “Damn this one is right up in there, huh?” she said, placing a fresh bandaid over the small patch missing skin. “Good thing your doctor’s a guy, would’ve been way more awkward if a woman had to get in here.”
“Yeah, good thing,” I said.
“Shit, I got a ton of extra vaseline on my hands,” my wife said. “Better put this to good use moisturizing, I guess.” She grabbed another small glob and began rubbing it into my now hardening penis. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and fantasized that it was nurse Addison giving my penis the attention it was getting now.
Story by nothing4u2c
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people is purely coincidental.
When I turned 30, I went to see my doctor for an extensive 30-year checkup (including blood work to check cholesterol and blood sugar, and an updated tetanus shot, etc.). I was given a referral to go see a dermatologist for a mole on my back that had grown a bit over the last year. My wife had insisted I get it checked out, and now my doctor was telling me to as well. I no longer lived in the same city where the dermatologist I had seen in high school for excessive acne was located, so I scheduled an appointment with a new doctor, Dr. Chuck Bradford, at a clinic near my house.
I arrived at the office a bit before my appointment time to fill out paperwork on medical history and insurance. A few minutes later, a nurse, Addison, called me back. She was slightly older than me, maybe 35 or so. She was quite attractive, with long blonde hair, large boobs and butt that filled out her scrubs, and perhaps most attractive, a smile that was incredibly friendly and inviting, with perfectly straight, white teeth. I glanced at her ring finger and saw a large diamond engagement ring and wedding band.
She was also very talkative and friendly as she walked me through a variety of intake questions. "Even though you were referred for one problematic mole, our exam fee is the same for a full skin check, so Dr. Bradford will look for any other problem areas," she explained. "Any questions?" I shook my head no. "Great," she continued, typing a few last notes into the computer. "Alright, I'll send Dr. Bradford in. He'll take a look, and then remove that pesky mole if he thinks it might be an issue. Once I step out, you can get undressed to your underwear and take a seat on the exam table. Would you like a blanket because it's a little cold in here?"
It actually felt quite nice in the room, given that it was close to 90F outside. "Nope, I'm good," I said. Looking back, I regret that decision. A blanket could have come in use later on.
Addison left the room, and I began removing my clothes. I set them on a pile with my shoes, and climbed up onto the exam table in my boxer briefs. I waited for a couple minutes before I heard a knock on the door. "I'm good," I called, and Dr. Bradford stepped in. He introduced himself, asked a few questions about my skin health and history with dermatology visits for acne, and then got going with the exam.
"Yeah this definitely looks like something we should remove," he said, examining my back. He grabbed a fine-tipped marker off the counter and I felt him circle the mole. "Very unlikely that it's cancerous, but better safe than sorry. Only about 7% of moles we remove are malignant, and treatment success rate is upwards of 99%, so nothing to be worried about." He continued checking my arms, legs, torso, scalp, and even the bottoms of my feet and between my toes. "Do you have any concerns on your buttocks or your genital areas?" he asked.
That thought hadn't really crossed my mind. "Umm, not sure to be honest. I've never really looked that closely."
"Why don't we quick look, just to be safe," he said. He had me stand, face away from him with my legs spread just slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Very professionally, he shimmied my underwear down to my knees. He inspected the skin on my butt cheeks, then gently separated my cheeks to check in my butt crack. He paused for a second, pulling my skin in different angles to get a better look at a certain spot. "Hmm, okay, let me get a better look here from the other side," he said. "Please remove your underwear, sit your bottom on the edge of the table, and lay back, then pull your feet up and put them by your butt with your knees separated."
I turned, now fully exposing myself to the doctor. I pushed my boxers down to the ground and stepped out of them. I climbed back onto the exam table and sat like he instructed. The exam table was equipped with a spotlight attached to the ceiling, similar to the type the dentist uses, that swivels 360 degrees and can be moved to any position. He turned it on and positioned it so it was shining directly between my legs. "Alright spread your knees apart a little more," he said. I spread my legs wider. "Now, if you could grab a hold of your penis and scrotum and lift them up and out of the way, please." I did as he instructed. "Perfect, thank you."
Next, he gently pressed and stretched the skin on a spot just to the side of my perineum, where the skin between my balls and butt hole met the fold from my inner thigh, if that makes sense. "Yeah, this one looks a bit questionable as well, a bit darker and a bit more oblong compared to the rest of your freckles and moles." He grabbed the marker again and circled this one as well.
With that, the visual exam was done, and Dr. Bradford gave me a hand, pulling me back up into a seated position on the edge of the table. He talked me through the process of removing the moles: a bit of lidocaine would be injected just to the side of the mole, allowed to take affect for a couple minutes, then a thin flexible razor would be used to cut them off. A electrocautery would burn the blood vessels to prevent excessive bleeding. "Wait right here, and the nurse will be in a just a moment to get the lidocaine started." He shut the door behind him as he exited the room.
As I mentioned, I am married to a beautiful wife of six years, and Dr. Bradford kept things very professional, even though I was butt naked with my legs spread wide. I didn't think twice about exposing myself like this to a doctor, especially a male doctor. Now, however, nurse Addison, the hot blonde with the dreamy smile, big boobs, and bouncy butt, would be coming back into the room to shoot lidocaine into my crotch (and my back). My heart rate started to climb as I waited for her to arrive. For a moment, I considered putting my underwear back on, but that would be pointless as they would be coming off in just a few moments.
Addison knocked on the door, and I replied with a quick, "Yep!" before she entered. She was carrying a tray with a variety of different syringes, specimen cups, and bandages, which she set on a cart near the exam table. She made small talk while she filled the needle with lidocaine and partially unwrapped the bandages for quick application later on. I grew more and more nervous, and I could feel a slight stirring in my crotch. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, keeping my penis hidden without being too obvious about it.
Next, She grabbed the swivel stool and sat down in front of me. She instructed me to lay back with my legs apart, much like Dr. Bradford had me do. She was now staring directly at my 4 inch when flaccid penis which was starting to slowly swell. "Please move your penis and testicles up and to the left so I can get a clear view of the mole," she requested, in a very professional manner. I had a brief moment where my hand was fully covering my junk while she worked. Unfortunately, however, I could feel the contact of my hand on my penis, in addition to the embarrassment of being naked in front of an attractive nurse who now had a clear view of not only my penis and scrotum but also my butt hole, causing an erection to start growing much more rapidly. "A little poke," she said, sticking the needle into my crotch. It barely hurt, more surprising than painful. "Alright you can let go now and stand up, facing away from me, so I can get started with the one on your back."
I kept my hand clasped over my penis as I stood and faced away. I knew that if I let go it would be about half mast. At least I was a grower, I thought, knowing that it would also be closer to 6 inches long by now. I faced away from her as she poked my other mole with the needle. "All done!" she said. "You can sit on the exam table again while we wait for the lidocaine to kick in." I turned around and sat on the edge of the table, trying my best to keep my erection hidden. She glanced briefly at my penis and looked away quickly, but I could see a bit of blush on her cheeks. She pressed a button on the wall, which was followed by a ping letting Dr. Bradford know I was ready. I expected her to leave, but she instead began preparing the specimen cups and unwrapping the blade Dr. Bradford would be using.
Dr. Bradford reentered the room a minute later. "All set?" asked Dr. Bradford as he took up his seat. Addison and I both nodded. "Go ahead and lean back and get into the same position I had you in earlier." I laid back and spread my knees apart, keeping my now throbbing penis out of the way with my hand. From this angle, I couldn't see Dr. Bradford, as he was hunched over in between my legs, but I could see Addison out of the corner of my eye. She was standing just over his shoulder, holding a specimen tube at the ready. She was staring directly at my crotch, and I could see a little bit of a cheeky smile forming in the corner of her mouth. The lidocaine did its work, and I didn't feel any pain as the mole was cut away. Addison held out the tube for him to drop the mole into after it was shaved off. There was a little sizzle noise when he cauterized the bleeding, and in just over a minute, he was already done with the procedure.
As Dr. Bradford rolled back a few feet on the swivel stool, Addison took a step forward with a bandage. "Replace this at least twice a day, and make sure to coat the open wound with petroleum jelly to help protect it from infection." She dabbed some on with a cotton swab, then placed a bandaid over it. Just like when she shot me up with lidocaine she was extremely close to my now fully erect penis. I could feel every heartbeat pulsing in my penis as I held it in place out of the area she was working on. Granted, had I let go, it would have stuck upward and out of the way on its own.
"All done?" asked Dr. Bradford as Addison stepped back. "Great, now I'll have you stand up and face away from me," he said. I stood and turned away, thankful that I no longer had either of them staring directly at my crotch. I felt Dr. Bradford pinch my skin around the mole to try to get it in a better position. My hand was still holding my penis, trying to hide it from view. “If you could please put your hands on your hips and tilt your shoulders back, that will help relieve tension on your skin so I can get a better angle,” he instructed. My heart skipped a beat. I would have to fully expose myself now.
Timidly, I let go of my penis, and it stayed in a mostly upright position about a 45 degree angle from vertical. I placed my hands on my hips and flexed my shoulders backward. “Much better,” said Dr. Bradford as he began cutting away the tissue. I couldn’t see him, but once again, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Addison staring at me. It was clear that she was not looking at my back where Dr. Bradford was working, but rather directly at my penis. She made little effort to keep a straight face this time; she was smiling at what she was seeing between my legs.
“Addison, the tube please,” said Dr. Bradford. She snapped out of her daze and apologized for not being at the ready with it this time. She fumbled with the lid for a moment before handing it over so he could scrape the tissue off the razor into the liquid. He finished cauterizing the second mole, and Addison dabbed on vaseline and applied a bandage.
“All set,” she said as she finished up. I did my best to cover up my erection with my right hand again before I turned back around to face the two of them. I saw her eyes dart downward to my crotch as Dr. Bradford explained the after treatment care, keeping them coated in petroleum jelly and a bandaid, washing them thoroughly anytime I showered, and avoiding major stretching for a day or two to prevent the one in my crotch from opening up.
“Any questions?” he asked. I shook my head no. He pulled off his gloves and reached out to give me a handshake. My right hand was covering my penis, so I awkwardly fumbled around trying to keep myself covered as I switched to my other hand to cover while shaking his hand. He gave me a nod, washed his hands, and left the room.
Addison finished up labeling the specimen tubes and cleaning up the tray. “You did great today. I’ll get these sent over to the lab, and they should have results back in a few days, maybe a week or so,” she said. Again her eyes briefly darted to my still swollen penis that was barely covered by my left hand as she shook my right hand. She flashed me a grin once again before exiting the room.
I felt like I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I let my penis fall out of my hand as I picked up my underwear off the floor. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Addison returned to the room. “Sorry,” she said. “Here’s you after care paperwork, with more information about keeping the areas of your procedure clean and covered.” I was now standing fully naked, uncovered, with a full on erection, as the hot nurse handed over the paperwork. “Sorry for bursting in, have a nice day!” she said, giving me a big smile and walking out the door.
Not leaving a chance for anyone else to come busting down the door, I quickly pulled on my boxer briefs and did my best to tuck my penis inside. I pulled on my shorts which thankfully were a thicker canvas material and mostly hid my boner. I threw on my t-shirt, slipped on my shoes, and quickly exited the clinic, avoiding eye contact with everyone I passed.
That evening, I had my wife help replace my bandages. She put vaseline on the one on my back and added a clean bandage. I could have easily done the one on my crotch by myself, but she offered to help. “Damn this one is right up in there, huh?” she said, placing a fresh bandaid over the small patch missing skin. “Good thing your doctor’s a guy, would’ve been way more awkward if a woman had to get in here.”
“Yeah, good thing,” I said.
“Shit, I got a ton of extra vaseline on my hands,” my wife said. “Better put this to good use moisturizing, I guess.” She grabbed another small glob and began rubbing it into my now hardening penis. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and fantasized that it was nurse Addison giving my penis the attention it was getting now.