Due to the tremors of my age, because when us men get pass 50 years old, every time we go for the anus-annual physical, we get tremors thinking about what is going to be wrong this time, especially when the doctor says 'mmm...' while fingering off those recondite areas of your body that I allow NO ONE ELSE to explore. Please notice that I'm talking of I.

The verdict was that I had to go for a prostate sample examination, which consist on introducing a long, but delicate and well oiled rubber gun in my anus...Ok, I can see that some of you are either laughing or getting a rush of libido when I described the instrument, but wait!! There's more: the instrument has a fine steel needle on the tip of it, that will be triggered through the intestine to hit the prostate in order to get a sample of tissue to be sent to the lab for cancer testing. Now I see some of you sweating blood while those two on the back are daydreaming about getting an appointment as soon as possible. Perverts.

Needles to say that I always panic and sweat cold blood when it comes to needles. My Dental Clinic Master knows me for it. I said Master because he is the Director of the University Dental School where I go for oral care. The Master takes care of my fears by always assigning a busty female student to work that needle into my mouth. Believe me guys, it hurts less when you are accommodated between those two soft comforters. Did I ever tell you about the Optician lady who rolls her seat to get closer to check my eye's condition? She's so close of me that I can smell the sweetness of her minty breath, and there I am listening to the Indian flute music and feeling the warmth of her pussy on my knee while her soft voice is asking me questions .... in French.

Back to my ass's examination.

I showed to the clinic and when my name was called I went in, ready for the torture. I imagined that I had to deal with a Doctor Dementia kind of guy with the looks of the late Vincent Price combined with the fines of the regretted Telly Savalas. No, none of it. Instead there were two sweet young female technicians who welcomed me and told me to get off my clothes in the private and come back wearing that infamous green cloth with the open back. Which I did and came back to confront my fate. They were so sweet with me as they explained the procedure of the manoeuvrings to be performed into my ass. I lied down on the bed and they began by applying some moisture gel, then introduced that infernal thing in the tunnel and told me: You'll feel a little discomfort when we trigger the gun. We'll do it six times, ok?

TAAKK!!! Oh shit! It wasn't a pain, but yes a discomfort, a nervous one. SIX TIMES!
Ça va, monsieur? she asked...Mmmm.. I answered. SIX TIMES.

The results came negative to cancer, but I was wondering about how many a guy with perverted sex envies goes to those places where he has to pay good money to have someone sticking gerbils into his ass, while I was getting it done FREE of charge and with to beautiful young ladies to perform it. It was all FREE since the government pays for it.

Is this a great country or what?