watchtheskies

Two days ago, I had my first ever prostate examination.

I had actually just turned up at the doctor's, to get a repeat prescription for the antibiotics I had been taking to destroy the infection in my wittle gland.
But, while I was explaining my position to the doctor, he demanded that I assume another. Lying on my side on his examination couch, with my shorts around my ankles and my knees pulled up to my chest.

"oh shit", thinks I.

I hear the snapping on of latex gloves, and the squelch of fingers being plunged into a jar full of medical lubricant.

"oh shit", thinks I again.

Then - the punchline. Jolly doctor Shetty rams his index finger into my bottom, with not even a, "here it comes, bitch". I have to say - it lasted for about ten seconds, at which point he withdrew his slippery digit, and was satisfied that my prostate gland is peachy.
I may not be gay - but at least when I die, I can look back and say that I'm exotic enough to have had another man's finger in my bottom.

And I was farting lube for a day afterwards. Bloody marvellous.