Unprofessional Behavior
Subtlety and deception are a coyote's craft. I am an expert.
I love the beginning of soccer season. Doing all those college sports physicals treats me to a lot of eye candy and sometimes much more.
I snooped through the charts to see which room would be the best. Exam 3 sounded interesting. He was a freshman and this was his first college sports exam. His height and weight were excellent. Raccoon purebred...probably cute. This was the one.
I rapped on the door and opened it without waiting. "Good Morning Jason. Are you ready for me?"
Oh yeah, he was cute, but skinnier than I expected. His scalp fur was bleached an odd yellowish color and he wore it a little too long. His black mask markings hid behind round glasses--you know the ones; Hairy Potier wears them.
I kept a straight face and grumbled a little.
"Didn't the nurse tell you to get undressed?"
"Yeah; but--"
"Well, I can't see through your gym clothes. You have to take them off."
"Do I really have to?"
"No." I clicked my pen. "But then I will have to write 'Patient declined exam.' in your chart and you won't be allowed to try out for the team."
He took a deep breath and his ears flushed pink.
"OK, come back when--"
"No. Wait. I'll get undressed."
I rattled the privacy curtain rattled closed and watched discreetly. He didn't have big muscles, but those he had rippled through his tight gray and black fur. His tail flared nicely at the end and tapered evenly to his rump. The rings alternated crisp snow white and ebony. When he sat on the table, I stood up from the desk and faced him as sternly as I could, although I was almost laughing.
"Why did you leave your shoes on? You need to take them off too."
"My feet get cold..."
I took on a commanding tome. "Take. Them. Off. Too."
He did as he was told. As soon as he did, I knew why...but I didn't say anything. Most jocks don't do pedicures. I barely hid my smiled
I took my time with the exam paying close attention to his responses. I knew he would pass the exam. It was the other responses I watched. I wasn't too obvious. When I checked the range of motion in his shoulders, I rotated his arm just to the point that his paw touched my lower belly. Not too close.
"OK, Lie on your back. Hands over your head." He didn't hesitate this time. He was getting comfortable.
I pulled out my special short stethoscope and leaned in very close. First, I listened to his heart. It raced a little as he caught my scent. Then I moved lower to listen to his belly. I moved slowly, watching his guard hairs move with my breath, even the silky ones on his scrotum. His cock twitched a little. Good. He could feel me; and he was getting ideas. I took off the stethoscope and began to tap and press. I pushed down on his lower belly until the back of my hand brushed his cock. Pink flesh poked out of its sheath.
I moved to the end of the table and checked his ankles, then worked my way back up, bending his knees and massaging his thighs.
"Alright, stand up."
He bit his lip but stood anyway. He was half erect. That was about to change.
I stood in front of him and put my paws on his shoulders. "Now squat." I always wear surgical scrubs. They are great for tenting out just enough to pique the interest of those inclined to be--curious--without revealing too much.
He hesitated. "I have to check your hips. Squat."
He squatted in front of me and I saw where his eyes went. I shifted my weight and moved just enough to make him little dizzy. As he started to tip, I bent over and grabbed him. I pulled him close and his muzzle was a direct hit.
His ears flushed bright red but his body revealed its excitement. "I am so sorry. Didn't mean to--"
"Don't worry about it. You need to work on your balance I see." I helped him up. "Ever hear of testicular cancer?"
"Yeah."
"Do you do self examinations?
"Self...examinations?"
"I'll show you." I put on my gloves. A professional image is very important at this point. "Testicular cancer hits young guys and it can be deadly. You need to check yourself from time to time. Just don't do it in the gym." I smiled but kept my fangs hidden. I began to rub his scrotum and massage his balls. "If you feel a hard spot, especially if it doesn't hurt, you need to come back. Now you try it." I tilted my head sideways and watched intently as he felt his balls. I think it was exciting for him.
"Do you know what a hernia is?"
"Yeah, my brother had one."
"Good, so you know why I need to check." I waited for him to nod before slipping a finger into the space between his cock and thigh. I admit, sometimes I push a little too hard.
He jumped. "Ow!"
"Hmmm, that shouldn't happen." I was smiling to wide to look up. "Have you ever been sexually active?"
"Not really."
"Not really? Don't you know?"
"Well it was just oral sex."
"That's enough to catch a disease. We have to do a complete check."
He groaned.
"Male or female?"
"What?"
"Your sex partner. Was it male or female?"
Despite my excellent hearing, I barely heard him. "Male"
"Species?"
"Why--"
"Different species carry different diseases. Please, if it's not important I don't waste my time asking."
"He was a fox."
"Another student?"
"Yes."
"Purebred?"
"I don't know. I think so. How could I know?"
"Canids are hard to tell apart sometimes. If he were part coyote, like me, the only difference might be his relative size. In general, we tend to have bigger body parts." I waited to let that tidbit sink in. "So, was it his first time too?"
"I think so."
"Then I have to assume that's a 'No'." I pulled out the foot rest. "We have to do a couple tests. Lie back."
"But I feel fine."
"You could still have something; maybe something contagious. Do you want to take that chance?"
"No."
"Then lie back, bend your knees and let your thighs spread apart."
He did it again. He bit his lip and looked at my crotch. My heart beat a little faster and the tent in my scrubs started to get obvious. "Any burning or discharge?"
"Ummm; no."
"Good." I coated my gloves in Vaseline and put my paws on both sides of his scrotum. I rubbed the crease between his scrotum and thighs with my fingers. "No swollen glands. That's good." His cock swelled rapidly as I pulled the skin back. I pressed both of my thumbs under his sack and tried to milk his urethra. His eyes were closed and I could see his pulse pounding in his thin belly. His hips squirmed a little as I rubbed down with my fingers and up with my thumb.
Some clear liquid started to ooze out of the head.
"That's what I needed." I got some on my glove and made strings with my finger. "This looks normal. OK, roll over."
"What?"
"I said 'Roll over'. I need to check your prostate."
He didn't protest. He just rolled onto his belly. Either he was into it or his will was broken. Either way, it was getting better but he was still too tense. I lubed up some more and had to coax him to relax his buttocks. Those strong lean muscles were resisting, but he finally willed them into submission. I rubbed his tail hole with the tip of my finger and slipped just a little inside. I reached down with my free hand and squeezed his cock. He tightened up beautifully.
"Normal reflexes. That's good too."
He started to gasp and snort. He clenched his jaw and showed pearly fangs. My finger slid deeper for a moment and slipped back out. Then, I pressed into him with two fingers. I massaged his prostate an asked "Any pain?"
He grunted. "Yeah...a bit"
"Well, I guess that means we have to get a sperm sample."
"What?"
"Got to check a culture. You might have an infection." I handed him a clear plastic cup. He reached for his shorts.
"OK, I'll be--"
"What do you mean? You think I have time to sit here while you get dressed, then walk down to hall to the bathroom, wait for a free stall, collect the specimen then come back here?"
"You mean I should--"
"Why not? It's not like I've never seen--"
"I know. I just feel a little--"
"Listen, I have paperwork to do anyway." I grabbed a pen and started to fill out the forms. "Just do it."
He stared at the cup for a moment then looked at me. I kept my nose pointed at the papers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn around. His arm shook as he began to stroke his cock. He bent forward and clenched his rump. His paw slapped so fast it sounded like a train rolling down a rough stretch of tracks.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Jacking off. You told me to--"
"I didn't tell you to hurt yourself doing it." I stood and put my paws on his shoulders. "Are you really that green?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's not a race." I patted the table. "Here lie down."
He let me guide him onto his back but kept his paws over his crotch. I put on another pair of gloves and handed him the cup.
"Here. Hold this." When he took the cup, I could see just how hard he was. His cock was fire red and shiny from the Vaseline. Still, I got a little more on my gloves. "I need a good specimen, and that means taking your time." I rubbed the head of his cock with my greasy palm and pulled his sheath back. "Let the pressure build for a while first." I started to slide my paw gently up and down his shaft. I smiled at him and this time, I let my fangs show. "It's OK to practice this at home."
He chuckled and I knew his resistance was gone. I squeezed the head of his cock with my right paw and slid it down the shaft immediately followed by the left. After several repetitions, he was biting his lip.
"Close your eyes and think about something...exciting."
He nodded. His jaw dropped open a little as he began to gasp. I pressed my cock into the side of the table. I could feel wetness starting to leak out of me. I watched his balls bounce with my rhythm and imagined my tongue caressing and suckling those sweet fuzzy lumps.
"See, this is better...right?"
He groaned and nodded. His tongue flicked over his incisors and all I could think of was how nice it would be to watch that tongue lick my cock. I wanted to be in that muzzle, to feel its gentle warmth coaxing a flood out of me.
I pushed against the table again and it slid with a screech, slamming me back to reality. I slowed the pace of my strokes and whispered. "What are you thinking about?"
"Sex."
"Yeah? Things you've done or things you want to do?"
"Oh, things I want to do."
"Like what?"
"When you put your finger in me. I want...I mean I'd like it if..."
"You want to get fucked?"
He nodded.
"Well, we need to make sure it's safe for you and your friend." I slipped a finger back into his tail hole and began to tug his cock faster. He dropped the cup and grabbed my arm. He actually growled as he squirmed. He began to take short gasping breaths and then arched his back. His tail curled around as a creamy burst shot onto his silky black belly. He shook and a couple smaller spurts followed, spilling onto his fur in sticky streamers.
I shook my head. "Damn! We can't use this."
"Hmmm?" His eyes were still closed.
"You dropped the cup. This is all contaminated. We can't test it."
He opened his eyes and blinked. "Sorry."
"Well, this means that neither of you should have sex until you get tested." I pulled off my gloves and washed my paws.
"What? You don't really mean--"
"Yes I do. Some things can't be cured." I flipped open my day planner. "I will be seeing patients in my office in the Student Union next week." "Can you come by on Wednesday...say 8 a.m.?"
He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Well, here is a slip for some blood wirk. Go get it done on your way out."
All he could say through his panting was "OK."
I handed him a towel watched him clean up, then made sure all of the buttons on my long white coat were closed.
"And Jason. If you want I'll block off a little extra time so you can bring your friend. We can test you both at the same time so you don't have to wait too long."
He smiled brightly. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."