Doctor's Office Orgasm

This is obviously just a fantasy, but oh how do I wish I was in a situation like this when I was younger.

It was getting close to the end of summer vacation and I was about to start high school. Not only did I have to get some of my boosters before the year started, but sometime soon I also had to get a full physical before I could play sports in the fall. On top of all that, having spent a couple months at a summer camp as a cabin leader, my mother wanted me to get checked over for any new moles or spots from the sun since our family has a little history in that area. So with all of this needing to be done, she figured we could just get all of it done in one day, in one fell swoop. 

On the morning of, she told me that I should wear light, easy to remove clothes because the doctor was going to be doing an all over exam. Made sense, so instead of my normal cargo shorts with a belt and heavy skateboarding shoes, I just pulled on my gym shorts from camp and slide sandals. Didn't even bother with boxers. After waiting for what seemed like an hour we finally got called in and met my doctor. Middle aged woman, little on the heavy side, hair pulled in a bun...basically what you would think of as a typical doctor. My mother flipped through her magazine as I was asked a whole laundry list of questions, as is standard fare for seeing a new doctor. When that was finally done she started doing the nuts and bolts of the visit.

Starting at the bottom, I kicked off my sandals and she checked my feet and ankles, then tested my reflexes. After that, seeing that my mom requested a skin exam, she asked me to take off my shirt so she could get a good look. I had a decent tan at that point, but looking over my back, under my arms and my chest, all was as it should be. I then got a couple shots and all that good stuff, then she said it's probably going to be my least favorite part of the exam, but I needed to drop my shorts. I asked her if I should take them off or just push them down, and she kind of shrugged and said it was up to me, but in the long run it would probably be easier just to be completely naked. I pushed them down and they fell to my feet, and I picked them up and put them with my shirt in the seat next to my mom. I really don't have a problem with my parents seeing me naked, but it's not like I strip down and run around the house showing off my bare self. There have, however, been plenty of times I've gotten out of the shower and brushed my teeth without getting dressed and someone needed something out of the bathroom. A few times I was even sporting a boner that I obviously couldn't hide. Nothing was ever said. This time though, with her being there alongside the doctor... I had a few butterflies in my tummy.

Now stark naked, she held my penis and looked it over, checked my testicles for any lumps and gave me the ol' turn-your-head-and-cough. When that checked out, she grabbed a cup out of a cabinet and said she was going to need me to give her a urine sample. The bathroom was there in the office but I really didn't want to walk in there barefoot, so I stepped into my sandals and shuffled over. Standing there trying to pee I was breathing heavy, my nudity really becoming a thing of excitement. I finally went enough to mostly fill the cup and walked back out and gave it to her. The exam then went on and she had me bend over and touch my toes, checking my back for any curves that shouldn't be there. After that she turned me around and had me bend over again, this time spreading apart my butt checks, checking for any fissures, then shocking me with a lubed up finger to make sure to make sure there weren't any bumps. I didn't want this to happen but... all of the touching and feeling started getting me a little aroused.

Next up was the hernia exam, and she asked me to jump up on the table and lay on my back. Doing so, my penis was starting to grow and flopped around as I got in position. She pressed around on my belly, my hips and over my bladder, and by the time that was finished... I had a full-blown erection. Sitting up with my legs closed tightly I was hoping it would go away, but at that age it won't disappear without a little attention. She noticed it and said, "Well, this wasn't exactly on the itinerary, but I guess we should talk about it. Are you having any problems with your erections?" I glanced over at my mom and she was still flipping through her magazine. I shook my head no.

"Are you sexually active?" Again, I shook no.

"Have you started masturbating?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes."

"How long has it been since you started masturbating?"

"...A couple summers ago, maybe." 

"How often do you masturbate to orgasm?"

"Um...not that often...maybe once a day."

I then heard my mom clear her throat and look above her magazine, giving me an 'Oh really?' look. I blushed and said, "A couple times a day, sometimes more."

"No need to be embarrassed, that is absolutely normal. Many men well into their 20's still orgasm three times per day."

All of this talk was really hitting me hard, and I could feel some pre-cum forming on my head. I wasn't the only one that noticed. "I know I'm answering my own question as you're obviously making seminal fluid, but when you masturbate are you ejaculating?"

"I do...yes."

"How long?"

"I dunno...maybe about a year."

"Ok, that's about the right age to start making semen." The pre-cum was now rolling down my shaft. She saw this and, still having gloves on, grabbed a paper towel and wiped it off, tossing it in the garbage. But what I heard next, I almost lost it right then and there...

"Now... I will say this is not a usual part of the exam, but with your condition, I can't say you need to walk through the waiting room as you are now." She grabbed another cup and said, "Let's just say we're officially checking to make sure everything is working right. Go ahead and ejaculate into the cup, and I'll dispose of it when you're finished."

"I... you want me to play with myself? Here?"

"Well, you can't walk past the other patients with a leaking erection. Go ahead, I'll make sure this isn't on the record."

"Oh... ok... so, right here...?"

"Here, the bathroom, it's up to you. It really isn't anything you haven't already shown, though." My mom then said, "Don't worry, I'm reading an article. You don't have to hide."

I said, "Well... ok..." as I slowly started stroking myself. The doctor rolled over to her computer and started typing in information. I looked over and my mom still had her nose in the magazine. Pretending I was alone I picked up my pace a little, and before long I went from lightly jerking to full-on masturbating. Sitting on the edge of the table, I spread my legs apart as my fist pumped my hot erection. My feet were shaking and my sandals were slapping against my soles. I could feel them slipping off and it wasn't long before they were dangling from the tips of my toes. When they finally fell off of my feet they made a loud *SLAP SLAP* as they hit the tile floor. It was feeling so good I really wanted to edge and make it last, but I did need to cum so we could go. I closed my eyes and stroked hard, and after about 20 more seconds I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. When I opened my eyes and reached for the cup, I saw that the doctor had finished and was watching me, as was my mother. I held it in front of my penis as my jaw dropped and I started to cum, both women seeing shot after shot of my thick semen splatter inside the cup. When I was finally finished I shakily handed it to the doctor: she swirled it around a little and capped it, saying my semen looks normal for my age and placed it in the trash. She handed me a couple towels and said, "Ok, go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, and when you're finished you're free to go."

My mom thanked her and the doctor left. I wiped up, and squeezed out as much semen as I could into the towels and buried them in the can. My hands were still shaking as I put my clothes back on and, thankfully, my penis had softened enough to where it wasn't noticeable in my shorts. Also thankfully, my shorts were black and would hide the stains of the cum I could definitely feel leaking out into them as I walked. 

When we got back into the car it was pretty quiet for a while until my mom said, "Well, I don't think either of us expected THAT to happen when I made the appointment," kind of smirking as she said the words. Just staring at the dashboard, I softly said, "Could we please just not talk about what I did...?" 

"How come?" 

"Because it's embarrassing, ok?" 

"Why is it embarrassing? You needed to masturbate. No reason to be ashamed that you did it."

"Its different that you saw me doing it. No... you didn't just see me doing it. You told me to do it. Right there."

"That doesn't tell me why it's an embarrassing thing.  You weren't embarrassed walking around naked. You weren't embarrassed when you got an erection. Why were you suddenly embarrassed when she wanted you to masturbate?"

"That's different. You've seen me naked. You've seen me with an erection. You've never seen me masturbate." 

"Well, now I have. You stroked your penis and some semen came out. That's what happens. So what?" 

"So what? You aren't supposed to see me masturbate, and you definitely aren't supposed to watch me jizz. That's so what." 

"Hey, I agree with the doctor; it's not an embarrassing thing to do. You masturbated in front of us today. Big deal. Did you really think I didn't know that you do it? I empty your trash and wash your sheets, you know. Masturbation is a part of life; especially for a boy your age. It's normal. Just accept it." 

"Well, it's supposed to be private." 

"Oh, don't be such a fuddy-duddy. I've seen you pee before, and now I've seen you masturbate. It's a healthy thing." 

My toes clenched against the soles of my sandals and I really didn't say anything for the rest of the ride. I just wanted the conversation to be dropped. 

When we got home I hurried up to my room and just sat on my bed staring at my feet, not knowing how I was going to face either of my parents for the rest of my life. I stayed up there for a while until I heard my dad come home, and I cracked open my door when I heard them talk. I think she was telling him what happened and that I was embarrassed over it, and all he could do was laugh. He came up a couple minutes later and told me not to worry about it. Erections happen when you don't want them to and there's only one way to get rid of them. It's nothing to be ashamed of and to keep on doing it, but we won't talk about it if I don't want to. I said ok and went down a little while later for dinner. The subject wasn't brought up for the rest of the night, and when I went back upstairs I closed my door and stripped off my clothes to go to sleep.

Still not having boxers on, I stood naked in the middle of my room and thought about what happened earlier. Thinking about having an orgasm in front of two people, my penis started to grow again and soon it was at my full length. I was horny. Very. I grabbed it and started quickly jerking, thrusting my hips and rising up on my toes. I was going to cum quick, and when I did I didn't even run for a tissue. I just shot my load wherever it wanted to land. Holding the dresser to stay standing, I caught my breath and looking down I couldn't believe the size of my load. It was bigger than when I came in the cup; some was in the carpet and some was running down the wall. I didn't care. I stepped over to my bed and fell backwards, reached over and turned off my lamp and laid there naked on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

I don't know how and I don't know why, but that night something was lifted off my shoulders: I loved masturbating and no longer felt ashamed.