His Baby

“Is there anything else I should know other than your family history? Any other risk factors, for example?”

My brow furrows, brawny arms crossed across my chest. Like any modern citizen, I’ve researched prostate cancer to the nth degree before coming in, and reluctantly, my mouth opens.

“I haven’t done the PSA test yet,” is my admission. “But I’m here to do that,” I say, referring to a prostate-specific antigen blood test. Prostate-specific antigen is a material produced by normal, as well as malignant, cells of the prostate gland. The PSA test measures the level of PSA in a man’s blood, and if it’s above certain benchmarks, then medical action is sometimes recommended.

Dr. Carter nods seriously.

“Of course. We can do that today if you like,” she says reasonably while looking at me from her seat on the stool. Shit, this woman is beautiful. She’s got wide brown eyes framing an angelic face, with pouty pink lips that beg to be kissed. This is the woman who’s going to do my exam? I can’t avoid the elephant in the room.

“So yeah,” I growl. “I need the blood test done as well as a finger exam.”

Dr. Carter nods again, her expression professional.

“We can do that today as well,” she says. “Have you experienced a digital exam before?”

I shake my head.

“Naw, just turned forty. The American Cancer Society recommends that dudes like me come in for our first test when we hit the big four-oh. Plus, my dad’s been on my case to do it. He suffered, and doesn’t want me to go through the same.”

Mel’s brow quirks.

“Well, I’ll say that he’s a very wise man then,” she remarks while shooting her first real smile at me. It’s like a beam of light, bathing me in a warm glow. “You’ll be happy you came in earlier rather than later, Mr. Jackson. After all, there’s no harm in getting tested, and the sooner we can detect any abnormality, the sooner we can address it. Now is there anything else you’d like to tell me before we begin?”

Sure there is. How much I dreaded this exam before showing up at her office. How her tits look ripe and luscious, even beneath the thin blouse and lab coat. How I’d like to get nasty with her, although we just met five minutes ago.

But none of that is appropriate of course, despite the fact that I’m hardly an appropriate guy. Being boss for as long as I have, you get used to doing what you want. But still, social norms guide most of my actions, and I don’t exactly want to become a giant man whore right when I’m about to get my ass probed.

So I grunt, shaking my head.

“Naw, I’m good,” I say, taking a deep breath. “What next? What do I do?”

Dr. Mel smiles sunnily.

“Well, there are two positions we can do this in,” she says. “In the first, you’re curled up on the exam table on your side with one leg up,” she says. “That way, I have easy access and can perform the exam thoroughly.”

Ugh. Prone like a baby getting its temperature taken anally? Naw, not for me.

“What’s the other way?” I ask.

She doesn’t miss a beat.

“In position two, you bend over the exam table,” she says in a dulcet voice. “Your legs are slightly spread, providing access to your anus and rectum,” she says, not flinching over the taboo words at all. “I can be quick. It’s usually over in thirty seconds or even less.”

I think for a moment, but really, there’s no contest.

“I’ll take option two,” is my growl.

“Perfect,” she mewls. “I’ll just step out for a moment and let you get undressed. Everything off please, and put this gown on so that it closes in back.”

“Everything off?” I ask skeptically. “But don’t you only need access to my … you know, ass?”

She blushes but nods again, like she’s gotten this question a million times.

“Yes, but we ask for everything off just to be safe,” she says. “You never know when there’s going to be an emergency.”

My mind flies back to the time my mom got a nose job. I was in the hospital as her “emergency contact,” and they had her take everything off just in case the doctors needed access to one of her veins, be it through her ankle or her thigh. So Lucinda was stark naked under her operating gown although really, they only needed to see her nose. Not even her eyes or mouth, just her nose.

Nodding, I consent.

“Sure, no prob,” comes my growl. “Just give me five.”

The doctor nods, her breasts bobbling slightly with the movement. Oh shit, I can’t take my eyes away from her chest although it’s so fucking unprofessional. And with that, Mel is gone, disappearing from sight. I’m left alone in the cold, metal exam room except that instead of freezing, I’m burning up. Because this woman with her combination of smarts, professionalism, and sweetness calls to something in me … and suddenly, a rectal exam never sounded so good.