The Olfactory Exam

Fred’s throat was dry. Rather than croak a response, he simply nodded, as if he was prepared for what she was about to do. Without skipping a beat, Doctor Mina dipped her head down to his lingering erection. It twitched in response to her closeness, which she seemed to enjoy.

“Okay, calm down,” she laughed. “Now, let’s just…”

“Wh-Whoa!” Fred exclaimed.

Doctor Mina gently pushed her face into his cock, eyes closed in concentration. He could feel the warmth of her cheek on the middle of his shaft, while the metallic coolness of her glasses grazed the bottom of his head. He sucked in a breath and held it, as if time had stopped. A professional, licensed female doctor was nuzzling a vein that ran along the length of his cock, her glasses fogging up from its heat.

Doctor Mina inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering, then exhaled with a pleased sigh. Her nose was pushed up firmly against the soft underside of Fred’s cock, seeming to devour the smell. She took a couple more breaths before pulling away. With crooked glasses and flushed cheeks, she grasped for her pen and began to take down more notes.“Smell is, uh, intense… musky, but clean… exam proctor is dizzy only from brief inhalation… more tests required.”

She immediately went back down to her patient’s dick and continued huffing the length. She pressed her face against it more eagerly this time, her frames getting caught as she took a deep breath from the tip to the base. Ignoring the loss of her lenses, she sniffed the base of his towering shaft inquisitively, seeming to follow a scent trail. Her face drifted lower until she was eye level with the balls.

“Please scoot forward,” Doctor Mina breathed. “I believe I found an area of interest.”

Fred obeyed, waddling to the edge of the chair, his long cock swaying back and forth threateningly. His doctor abandoned her own chair and sunk to her knees for a better angle towards his swollen, round testes.

With her nose an inch away from her subject, she muttered observations to herself. “Strong musk… seems to emanate from… heavy… huge… balls… er, testicles.” Her voice got breathier as she instinctively leaned forward. “Observations congruent with theory of higher sexual function in white… uh, Caucasian… penises… mmfm…”

Her murmurs were lost under the weight of the balls as her nose buried itself in the musk. Fred’s cock throbbed at the sensation of her face completely engulfed in his testicles. In the haze of his confusion and pleasure, he thanked his past self for properly shaving, although he had not imagined this as a possible outcome. The heavy length of his cock rested upon his doctor’s head, crowned by the silver of her glasses, as if his penis had claimed a trophy from the woman lost in its scent. Fred felt her lips part slightly, the wetness of her mouth briefly meeting one of his balls. Maybe he imagined it, but it felt like a tender, shy kiss. He felt an insane, unforgivable urge to use his hand to push her head further into his testes, forcing her to only breathe in his musk. The urge passed, however, and Fred let her surface from the depths of his scrotum.

As she finally pulled away, a translucent trail of saliva connected her lips to his balls. She smiled sheepishly, her bangs stuck to her cheek and her eyes cloudy and distant. She seemed to return to consciousness when she noticed her glasses hanging above her head, the nose balancing on her patient’s cock.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry about that,” she blurted. “I think I got carried away. Thank you for holding these for me.” She plucked her glasses off Fred’s length and placed them on her nose. She pushed back her matted hair in an attempt to redo her bangs, but they stayed a bit clumped together. Fred realized with horror that his cock had leaked precum onto her head in such a large volume that it had run down the front of her head. He pursed his lips to keep himself from exclaiming his apologies—Doctor Mina did not seem to be bothered anyway.

Once she partially regained her composure, she returned to her chair to sit across from Fred’s leaking mess of a cock. She seemed to stare down at it, but from behind her foggy lenses, Fred could not tell what she was thinking.

He decided to break the silence with a question. “In your notes…or, uh, observations, you mentioned Caucasian data multiple times. Is that a sample or population or whatever that you’re using for research?”

Doctor Mina raised her eyes to his. “Oh, yes. Well, sort of. Me and my students are studying male reproductive processes across ethnicities, noting any patterns. There is a database we pull from for reference when conducting our own, er, field studies, if you will.”

Fred furrowed his brow, struggling to accept the normalcy of her tone when her cheeks were still flushed from smelling his balls.

“What I referred to in my notes,” she continued, “is how you are congruent with a pattern we noticed in our research.”

“A pattern? With white guys?”

“Yes, Caucasian males. We found they tend to, how do I say… perform better than, say, a Korean or Chinese male, which is my area of expertise.” She smiled innocently at her patient, still breathing heavily.

“I’m still not sure I get it,” Fred said. “What differences could there be?”

“Great question, and I can answer it while doing the next part of the sensory exam. Perfect learning opportunity!” The doctor sprung up from her chair and rummaged through a bin full of miscellaneous tools. She returned holding a ruler in one hand in a sharpie in the other. “Although I have already felt your penis with my, uh, face, I need to perform a thorough test with touch.”