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TRUE STORY-a little long but somewhat erotic

I was 13 years old and that spring I began to develop asthma again. When I was
several years younger I had a mild case of asthma and I was taken to our family
pediatrician quite frequently.  Because I was entering my teens my mom now
switched my doctor to a regular physician and I stopped going to our old
pediatrician. I remember that spring day very cleary when my mom picked me up
from school and told me that we had a doctors appointment, but not at my new
doctor. She had made an appointment with my old pediatrician because my new
doctor was on vacation. Well I was horrified. I hated going to that doctor. It
was very 1960's in it's decore. There were pictures of scary clowns and other
circus acts on the walls and the waiting room was very dark and musty smelling.
I really hated the idea of going to a childrens doctor and was even more
embarressed to be seen there because the girl that I had a mad crush on lived
right across the street from the office and I did not want her to see me going
there.

It had been several years since I'd been there and as soon as I walked in the
waiting room the musty smell took me back ten years. All of the nurses there
were very kind older women who dressed in the traditional white uniform and
white hats. They always smelled of very strong perfume. I sat down on the long
cushioned bench next to the frosted window of the nurses desk and it slid open
and my mom informed the nurse that we had arrived. A few minutes later the big
heavy door opened and the lady in white called out my name. We got up and
followed her down the short hallway and she told me to turn right and go into
the last exam room on the right at the end of the hall. I recognized the nurse
from several years ago because she looked exactly the same. There was a large
white scale and an eye exam chart with all of the big and small letters on it
hanging on the wall. The nurse told me to step up on the scale and weighed me
and recorded my weight on the chart on her clipboard. She then instructed me to
go in an undress to my white BVD's. As I took off all of my clothes and socks
my mom took off her coat and sat on the one chair next to the little desk and I
hopped up and sat on the exam table where the nurse had layed a fresh piece of
that stiff noisy white white paper. I looked around the room and noticed that
old familier shelf in the corner were there were several medical instruments.
Tongue depressors, cotton balls, syringes, and a shiny yellow rectal fever
thermometer standing in a round cylinder filled with some liquid, probably
alcohol. Next to the thermometer was a half used white toothpaste looking tube
with a dark blue label that contained a white cream that I remember the nurses
squeezed onto the thermometers. I was always really uncomfortable about having
my temperature taken rectally but I figured since I was now almost fourteen
they would not be using this method during my visit that day. Well, I was
wrong. The nurse had left the room for a few minutes but I heard her footsteps
coming back down the hallway. She came back into the exam room and closed the
door behind her and walked towards the two windows across from where I sat. She
then said "o.k., I wan't you to lay down on your tummy and just relax, I'm
going to take your temperature." As she was saying this to me she was pulling
down the shades on the two windows to ensure total privacy and make me feel as
comfortable as possible. I was so traumatized by her words that I began to
tremble a bit. I could not believe that I was fourteen years old and this nurse
wanted to insert a baby thermometer into my anus. It can't be true! I wanted to
open the door and make a run for it. The room was sort of cold and I had
nothing on except my skimpy underpants. The nurse then walked back to the shelf
where the thermometer was and pulled it out of the glass holder and shook it
down in four or five violent snaps of her wrist. She then picked up the tube of
white cream, unscrewed the cap and squeezed and inch of the lubricant along the
thermometers edge. Although she asked me to lay down I was still sitting
straight up, frozen with indecision of what to do next. She approached me with
the greased fever thermometer in hand and looked me in the eyes and said once
again, "o.k. I'm gonna need you to lay flat on your belly for a few minutes,
o.k.? I looked at my mom and she impatiently said "C'mon Andrew lay down, the
nurse has to take your "temp". I always hated when she said temp. When she took
my temperature orally she said the whole word TEMPERATURE but when she took it
rectally she always just said TEMP! Well, at this point my anxiety had grown so
strong that I felt like I was going to have diaharea. I asked the nurse if I
could first go to the bathroom before we took my temp. She agreed and my mom
told me to try and be quick about it. I walked down the hall and went into the
bathroom and locked the door and tried to poop but I just could not let loose.
I stayed in there for about ten minutes just to avoid going back to face that
invasive thermometer, and my mom came and knocked on the door and asked me if I
was alright. I unlocked the door and came out and followed her back to the exam
room where the nurse was sitting and writing something at the small desk. At
the edge of the desk the thermometer was resting on a tissue and the lube cream
was still intact. The nurse asked "feeling better now hun ?" I quickly said
"no, I feel kind of sick". She then said "well lets check and see what the
thermometer tells us, you may have a little fever". My mother sat back down and
I looked at her and asked her if they could use the kind of thermometer that
goes in my mouth. The nurse jumped in and said "well Andrew, we don't really
like to use those thermometers here because they are not very accurate. And I
promise you that this won't hurt bit". At this point my mom began to grow
impatient with me and raised her voice saying "ANDY! LAY DOWN----ON YOUR
STOMACH---RIGHT NOW! DON'T TELL THE NURSE HOW TO DO HER JOB O.K.! My mother was
always a little intolerant when she lost her patience. So all at once I just
decided to give it up. There was no use fighting it any longer. I swung my legs
up on the table and turned my face to the wall in shame and surrendered my
unwilling behind to the mercy of the nurse. Once again I was trembling. The
nurse saw this and tried her best to comfort me. She said "honey, this will
only take a few minutes and then it will all be over.....o.k.?  Just relax
dear, and with that down came my underpants to just above my knees. At that
moment I felt so incredibley naked and embarressed. That gassy, diaharea
feeling was still in my belly and I thought to myself "oh my god what if I fart
or something when she puts the thermometer in me. I will jump off a bridge if
anything like that should happen. I then felt her warm hand on my right buttock
and the cold hard, slimy instrument penetrate me and the first thing I remember
thinking was, oh yeah, I remember that feeling. It's not so bad. I felt every
centimeter of the rectal thermometer going in, not because of it's coldness but
because my butthole was so tense with anxiety. I guess thats why she put so
much lube on it. She then quickly yanked my underpants back up over my naked
cheeks while my behind sucked on the glassy numbered instrument. I was so glad
she pulled my underpants back up to give me at least some privacy during the
invasion because I remembered that during my earlier visits to this office the
nurse would just leave my bloomers down at my knees. She then reached up on
another shelf and grabbed and egg timer and handed it to me. She told me that
when the sand filled up the bottom part the thermometer would be ready to be
taken out. The nurse then began to take my pulse as she was conversing with my
mom about how so many of the kids that come in object to the use of the rectal
thermometer, and remembered that when she was a young girl she did not
particularly like it either, but always understood that it was for her own
good. The nurse then left the room and closed the door behind her and said
"just lie still honey and I'll be back in no time o.k.?" I layed still while
the thermometer did its dirty deed. My mom stood up turned away from me to read
some medical charts on the wall. When she did this for some reason I felt an
urge to feel the thermometer and cream that was resting in my bottom. I reached
back under my skivy's and felt the thick stubby device. I ran my finger above
and below my anus and collected a small amount of the white cream and brought
it up under my nose. It had a sterile, medical, vaguely sweet smell to it mixed
with a bit of cheesy stinkyness from my butthole. At that moment I got a hard
solid erection. It was so erotic! The thought of a woman inserting this cold
greasy instrument into my most private and taboo body part! It really turned me
on. I began to relax and just accepted the situation. I went with the flow and
made the best out of it. I lifted my head up and crossed my one ankle over the
other and just enjoy being pampered with by thermometer. I clenched up my anus,
opening and shutting it so that I could completely feel the thermometer inside
of me. It felt so right and I felt like an innocent child again, free from
shame or guilt. I wanted the nurse to come back in and take the thermometer out
just to feel it sliding out the way it felt going in. I quickly thought of a
way to get this done. My mom was still reading the things on the walls and I
told her that the thermometer was starting to hurt me. This concerned my mom at
once and she immediatley drew my underpants down and withdrew the thermometer.
She took a closer look, and realizing that nothing was wrong inserted it back
in my now willing heiny hole. She said "just relax and hold still the nurse
will be right back". The nurse had now been gone for almost eight or nine
minutes. I began to daydream about her in the other exam rooms taking other
kids temps with the rectal method. Again I heard footsteps coming down the hall
and I knew they were my nurses footsteps. I saw the the knob on the door turn
and the nurse came back in to see what the reading from my fanny was. She was
smiling when she approached me and I felt her behind me as she pulled my
underpants down again, this time going slightly below my knees. With one quick
pluck out came the hot, stinky, slimy thermometer. It made me spinchter tighten
like it does when I went to the bathroom. Her final word to me were "there, now
that wasnt so bad now was it?


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