Last Saturday I was cleaning out my garage when Mike came over and ask if I could help him move a sofa out of his living room and into the den. I said sure as this was a good excuse for me to get out of cleaning the garage.

After we got the sofa moved mike ask if I would like a beer, the offer sounded good so I took him up on it. His wife Betty made sandwiches but Mike didn’t eat anything saying he wasn’t hungry. Betty told mike that she and my wife were going shopping allowing us time to watch the football game.

When the game started we both got pretty hyped up and placed a bet on our favorite team of who was going to win. During a commercial break Mike had to use the bathroom and was gone quite a while. About 15 minutes later Mike came out of the bathroom holding his stomach , his face was flushed, I ask what was wrong. (more…)

Andrew was sitting in the reception area in the local clinic. He was going on a trip to one of the tropical countries and he wanted to get his pre-trip physical out of the way. After a few minutes, the receptionist asked him to follow her and led him to the exam room. The room had white-tiled walls and painted ceiling. To his left was examination table with stir-ups and doctor’s table to the right. The nurse popped her head in the door and asked him to put on the examination gown that was laid out on the exam table, and told him that the doctor will be with him shortly.

He picked up the gown and stared at it with a bit of uncertainty. It was open in the back and had little ties. After a minute of contemplation he reluctantly put it on, on top of his underwear, and set down back on the chair. He heard a knock and the doctor came into the room. She was a fairly good looking woman in her 40s, with rounded figure, but in a good shape. Her hair was pulled in the tight bun on the back and it gave her face a rather severe expression. She smiled curtly and asked him what brought him here today. As Andrew explained about the trip, she took careful notes and nodded her head. She looked through her file cabinet and pulled out a form. (more…)

It’s true I had been putting off going to the doctor for my annual check-up. In fact I had skipped two years in a row so I figured it was high time to do something about it. I called the clinic, made an appointment and showed up on the agreed upon date and hour.

As usual I was too hurried and short of time that day to prepare myself properly. Oh sure, I washed, showered, put on clean clothes and underwear, even hurriedly shaved an extra time before leaving around noon. But as I sat leafing through the medical journals in the waiting area, I couldn’t help but notice that my nails needed trimming. Looking lower I saw that my shoes could have used a shine as well. I just hoped that the doctor wasn’t one of those persons my mother had always been warning me about since my earliest childhood : someone who judged others by the condition of their footwear.

I had never known the doctor to stare at my shoes as I came in for my check-ups. It was just my body she was interested in. And then unfortunately only in certain parts, none of them particularly naughty or interesting. Well, once or twice she had probed rather deep to assess for the presence of glandular swelling in the groin, but she was so prim and proper that she just fumbled around under my briefs without asking me to take them off or even lower them. While doing so she must have noticed the lacked absence of pubic hair on my part, but aside from giving me a funny look, she neither said nor indicated anything. (more…)

It started at a track meet on Saturday afternoon. I didn’t feel very well and it would get worse. By Sunday morning, my right testicle was aching. By early afternoon the pain had spread to my groin. Later that evening I was having a discharge and tremendous burning when I urinated. On Monday the pain had radiated up my lower right back. I went to school, but by ten o’clock I was so sick and I had a temperature of 101. The school called my mom and I finally had to tell her where my pain was.

She got me in at my local doctor. After some blood tests and a urine sample, I finally got to the exam room at 5:00. I thought initially that I was going to get off easy. The doctor had me unzip my jeans and pull up my shirt. After he felt around my abdomen and lower back, he reached under the table and pulled out a gown. He told me that he needed for me to undress completely and to put on the gown. Doctors had been doing sports physicals on me for seven years, so I wasn’t terribly embarrassed. (more…)

I was very pleased to see your magazine take the initiative on the subject of the good ol’ enema. It needed to be taken out of the Victorian closets (as referred to by one of your readers). Enemas were much a part of my boyhood and teen years, living in the 80s on a farm in Northern Ontario. Except for aspirins, Mother’s only remedy for us four boys was the enema, and we all got more of them than aspirins. Mother had a big red rubber bag and tubing, to which was attached a white ivory nozzle and, though we always got the enema for anything from headaches to sprained ankles, they were also given to all of us at special times. These occasions were the weekend before we went back to school, in the spring (to get us “spring cleaned”) and after we got back from camp. All four boys, separated only by one year in between, had to remain in bed on these special occasions, usually on Saturdays. (more…)

 

I was reading in the City Paper about a place that offered various services including COLONIC IRRIGATION. In these days, that advertisement could be very straight forward and/or it could be a front to get one into the situation where “other services” could be offered. Either way, I know that I like the true value of the colonic irrigation, not to mention the feeling of the tube in my ass, so I made an appointment.

When I called the number it was a tape machine which explained the various services, but at the end of the recording it gave another number to call to schedule services and concluded by saying, “If you’re not serious about your health, don’t call.” That was a clue to me that this place might truly be for real. So I called the next number and the woman who answered took my number and within a few minutes was call was returned. The woman who returned my call asked whether I had ever had a colonic before and what was the reason that I did it. So, I answered “yes” and said that I liked the way it feels. I guess that was good enough reason for her to schedule an appointment with me tonight at 7:00.

It turned out that the place was located in a small two-story office building off of old Route 3 in Millersville. Still not knowing what to expect, I climbed the steps to the 2nd floor. I had been thinking about this for the several days before my appointment, wondering how I could introduce the sexual aspect if, in fact, this place was willing to participate and was just being cautious. I was also wondering how to get my temperature taken rectally and had figured that I would just ask, basing my question on a past experience somewhere else. But, that never got a chance to happen since I forgot my thermometer and left it at home this morning. I was going to stop and buy another one, but I decided to wait it out, and if the place was an “enema parlor” there would always be another time. (more…)

Dear Diary,

Hi, its me Melanie, I know its been a long time since writing, but I thought that at eighteen I would have outgrown this kind of thing. Life’s been pretty shitty since mom and dad split up. Sis and I are leaving for a boarding school in a few weeks and I hate the idea. Dad’s job keeps him away most of the time, and mom says she needs some time to herself. Maybe it won’t be so bad once we get there, but it’s starting off terribly. Last week mom got a notice in the mail reminding her that all students that will be participating in sports or cheerleading must have a doctor’s release before arriving at school. Mom called our family doctor, a man I do not like at all, and made an appointment. The following week I went for my checkup and had the worst, most humiliating day of my life. (more…)

In the spring of his 18th year, young Dylan made the decision to join the high school track team. Ever since his growth spurt over the summer, the high school senior- who now was a respectable 6-feet tall- had been encouraged by his friends to join the basketball team or the track and field team.

In the past, Dylan had all kinds of excuses for not joining. “I’m too busy…I don’t like track…I want to spend time with my girlfriend.” In reality, it was the fact that he was very awkward and concerned about his self image that stopped him from joining. Yes, puberty had been tough on poor Dylan. All through his 16th year, his voice cracked, and the lanky teen would often go through his days with a near-constant erection.

It was Dylan’s best friend Lance who finally convinced him that the track team would be a wise decision. “It’ll make you more confident, stronger, and you’ll feel better,” Lance said in a authoritative voice. And Dylan agreed. That Monday, the two of them went to the gym to sign Dylan up for the track team. The paperwork was simple enough…name, date of birth, address, parents signature, and a doctor’s note saying Dylan was in good health and wouldn’t keel over and die on the field.

Simple stuff. Except the doctor’s note. It had been over a year since Dylan had been to a doctor. He was healthy, and although his parents wanted him to go more often, he convinced them it wasn’t necessary. An independent kid- he got his drivers’ license the day he turned 17- Dylan made no hesitation from the time he got home to call his doctor to schedule the appointment. But there was a glitch: the receptionist told Dylan his regular doctor was busy for the next three weeks. Dylan couldn’t wait; he explained that in order to join the team he needed the note by the following Monday.

So the helpful receptionist made a suggestion. “We can set up an appointment with Dr. Rosen, ” she explained. “He’s a new doctor who just joined our practice a few weeks ago. He can see you Wednesday after school.” Dylan said that was fine, and the two friends spent the rest of the day hanging out and playing. (more…)

Those of who are into enemas & rectal treatments as an erotic experience sometimes believe that working as a nurse would be the ideal sort of job. That, for the most part, is not true. The hospital remains one of the most strenuously anti-erotic subcultures in our society. Nevertheless, opportunities do sometimes occur; here’s one of them:

I rotated up to the Med-Surg floor because the census in the unit where I normally worked had gotten low. Rather than be sent home I agreed to spend an evening in the trenches. Med-Surg, as the name implies, is where the majority of patients are admitted, and remain, during their stay. It is there that surgical preps are done, routine surgicals are recovered, and patients with intermediate illnesses are treated. In short, it is the heart of any general hospital.

That evening I didn’t have too many patients on my list, and only a couple of admits and one post- op. Not bad. I began the paperwork for the admits. One was a young woman in to have a bunion reduction scheduled for the next morning. Another patient had been brought in via the ER, had accidentally OD’d on antidepressants, but was well along in her recovery. The only difficulty I anticipated was with another woman who was one day post-op from an abdominal hysterectomy. Even milomfortable, particularly hysterectomy.

As I walked down the hall, preparing to inventory my bunion lady’s valuables, the charge nurse handed me a post-it noting that the very patient I was going to see had been ordered to have a soap suds enema that evening.

“For bunion surgery?” I asked incredulously (more…)

Carol and Dee are teenage sisters who live in a quiet suburban neighborhood on a small, tree-lined street near me.

Carol is Nineteen years old, Dee is Eighteen. Carol, even though only Nineteen, knows much about life, and has never been uncomfortable with her puberty. Carol is 5′2″, 110 pounds, slender-framed with shoulder-length brown hair. She has smallish but pert breasts, but medium to large size nipples, while her waist and hips are petite.

Marty is Carol and Dee’s father, who has long established who is in control of their household. Carol is accustomed to total submission to her father, with approval from her mother. This is what happened recently between Carol and her father.

Next door to Carol lived a fourth-year medical student named Butch. Butch moved in about a month ago, and works very hard at his studies and at his clinical training at the local hospital.

Marty and Butch had met in the back yard and had gotten to know each other in their conversations on typical male topics such as sports, guns and women. Marty was impressed with Butch’s medical knowledge. Marty told him of his bad experiences with doctors in the past, and Butch agreed to look after their family, unofficially of course, as he had yet to take his exams. Marty thought this wonderful - both in having a medical expert next door and in having one who didn’t charge. (more…)

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