female nurse

This is a work of fiction and all of the characters are 18 years of age or older. The main character is Jim, who has chosen to work at a summer camp as a counselor for the very first time. He arrives at camp to discover that his medical clearance form was never completed. In order to stay at the camp, arrangements are made for his camp physical to be done by the medical staff at the camp. The story is deliberately slow-paced and detailed as I try to explore the conversations, observations and feelings of the characters. It has both male and female characters that interact with each other in very intimate ways.



Whether it is good or bad, I look forward to your feedback. The story is presented in 8 parts.




{ P A R T 1 : I N T R O D U C T I O N }



The bus arrived at Camp Winee-Winee almost 20 minutes ago, but for some reason I was just now reaching the front of the registration line. The bus was full of young adults like me who volunteered to be camp counselors for the summer. It’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. Sure, I’ve been to camp before — but even that seemed like ages ago back when I was in junior high. But this time it would be different. I figured that since I just turned 18, it might be fun to be a camp counselor rather than just another camper. Who knows, I might be able to help some impressionable young camper work through their life problems. I could share my vast experience with them. Yeah, right. Or, if I was really lucky, I might actually hook up with one of the hot female counselors that I saw on the bus. Maybe even that cute redhead that I saw. She looked like she was maybe a year or two older than me, maybe 20 at the most. I think I would do anything to hook up with her. That would really be awesome.



“Hi, welcome to Camp Winee-Winee,” said the cute brunette girl sitting at the table. “Can I have your name please?”



“Sure,” I answered, “It’s Jim — Jim Johnson.”



“Great, I have you right here on my list, Jim,” she said. “This is your first time with us as a counselor, is that correct?”



“Yes, that’s right.”



“Well, we’re glad you decided to join us this summer. It looks like most of the paperwork that you sent us seems to be in order,” she continued, “but I do see a note next to your name indicating that we don’t have your medical clearance form.”



“Oh, I guess I missed that form. I downloaded and completed all of the forms that I saw on your web site,” I replied. “Is that a problem?”



“Well, yes and no,” she said. “Yes, it’s a problem if you don’t get it completed, since legally we can’t allow you to be a counselor without it. There are insurance and liability issues, I’m sure you understand. And the campers arrive tomorrow morning, so timing is obviously a big problem.”



It was obvious that she could see the disappointment on my face. Was she going to force me to get on the next bus out of here and leave?



“But all is not lost,” she continued, “because, as you might expect, we do have some basic medical facilities here. Our camp clinic is run by a licensed doctor along with a couple of medical assistants. So we should be able to get you squared away yet today.”



“That would be fantastic if you could do that,” I replied.



“Not a problem at all. We prefer that our counselors take care of this before they arrive, but trust me, you won’t be the only one who didn’t get the clearance form signed. We always have a couple of folks who need to get it done here. It’s not really that big of a deal.”



After completing the remainder of my registration, she used her cell phone to call the camp clinic and confirm a time for me to arrive. She then handed me a small slip of paper to remind me of my appointment. It simply said “Confirmed clinic appointment for Jim Johnson at 4pm today. Needs medical clearance form completed.”



It was now just past 10am, so I gathered my belongings, and headed in the direction of my assigned cabin.



{ P A R T 2 : T H E * S E T U P }



I looked at my watch and saw that it was exactly 3:50 when I arrived at the camp clinic. It’s just a small wooden cabin nestled among the trees, just like every other building here at the camp. The only distinguishing feature is the large wooden block sign hanging above the doorway that says “Clinic”. The door to the clinic is propped wide open so I walk right in.



As I enter the cabin, I immediately see her, the cute redheaded girl from the bus. She has her back to me and it looks like she is restocking a storage cabinet with supplies. She’s wearing dark blue shorts and a gold polo shirt — the official camp uniform. She obviously didn’t hear me enter, so I clear my throat to get her attention.



“Oh, hello, I didn’t hear you come in,” she says with a smile as she turns around to greet me.



“Hi,” I say in return, “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, but the door was open.”



“No, problem, I opened it to air the place out. This cabin certainly needed a little fresh air,” she replies. “Weren’t we on the same bus this morning?”



“Now that you mention it I think we were,” I answer. Of course we were on the same bus, I think to myself. How could I possibly forget someone that looks as cute as you? She probably recognized me since I didn’t change into my camp uniform yet. I’m still wearing the same khaki shorts and off-white T-shirt that I wore this morning.



“I’m Jim by the way — Jim Johnson. I’m a new counselor this year.”



“It’s nice to meet you Jim Johnson, I’m Stacy Reed,” she replies. “What brings you to the clinic? You didn’t hurt yourself already, did you?” As she’s speaking she gives me the once over, obviously looking for signs of an injury.



“No, I’m fine. But at the registration table they said that I didn’t turn in my medical clearance form and that it has to be completed right away. They called the clinic to setup an appointment for me today at 4.” As I’m talking, I hand her the piece of paper with my appointment confirmation.



“Let me check our appointment book,” she says after looking at my paper. “Sure enough, here you are, Jim Johnson medical clearance at 4, just like you said. I guess Jennifer, the other medical student took that call since I didn’t know anything about it.”



“So, you’re a medical student?” I ask.



“Sure am,” she replies, “I’m studying to be a nurse right now, and after that I will probably move into a nurse practitioner program. As I said, we have another medical student working here too, her name is Jennifer. She’s in a meeting with the camp administrators until 6. And then we have one doctor, his name is Doctor Simmons. Or, at least we’re supposed to have a doctor. He called earlier and said that he would be delayed in getting here today. He said it might not be until 9 or 10 tonight before he arrives. But as long as he’s here before the campers arrive tomorrow, we should be OK.”



“Well, if the doctor isn’t here, how am I supposed to get my clearance?” I asked. It seemed like a reasonable question at the time, especially considering that someone made a 4pm appointment for me and the doctor isn’t here.



“I guess it falls on me to take care of that for you,” she answered with a grin.



“You can do that, even though you’re not a doctor?”



“Well, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure if I can. I mean, let me find the right form first and then we’ll see if it’s something that I can just sign or if more is required. You said you’re a counselor, right?”



“That’s right, does it matter?”



“Oh yes, there are different forms depending on what job you’re doing,” she replied. “And of course there are separate male and female forms too, but I obviously know which one of those you need.”



She immediately walked behind the desk and starting rummaging through a file cabinet, looking for the clearance forms. While she was looking for the form, I took the opportunity to look around the cabin. The entirety of the cabin was a fairly large single room. They had a desk and some other office furniture in the area where we were standing, and a couple of small beds along one of the other walls. The remainder of the room was an examination area with a set of weights, a small rolling stool, and a counter top with various medical equipment and supplies on it. And of course, an exam table. There was a small free-standing divider setup right next to the doorway, but other than that, there were really no accommodations for privacy at all.



“Got it,” she shouted, “I found the camp counselor’s medical clearance forms. Now, let me have a quick look at the instructions and get familiar with this form.”



“But aren’t you already familiar with this form?” I ask. “I mean, didn’t you have to get a similar clearance form signed for yourself?”



“Actually, no. For medical personnel like me they just require proof of immunizations from your own doctor. We don’t have to do the same strenuous activities as you counselors, so our form is different. Like I said, there are several different kinds of forms and I’ve never personally seen this one before.”



I moved closer to her as she begins to read the form, allowing me to read it at the same time. I was hoping that it would be a simple form with just a couple of basic questions, like “is the subject alive and breathing?” But it looked like the kind of sports physical form that I might have seen when I played sports in high school, and a fairly in-depth one at that. Scanning the list of systems to check, I saw that the form listed familiar areas like eyes, ears, heart, lungs and abdomen. It also listed musculoskeletal as a category. None of that worried me, it just meant that she would probably do a very cursory exam before signing the form. But what worried me were these words on the form: male genitourinary, hernia, testes, anus, rectum, hemorrhoids and prostate! Those are all very scary words to an 18 year old male. Very scary indeed.



“It does look like they require a basic exam,” she said.



“Yeah, it does look that way,” I replied. Actually, I thought to myself that it looked a little more than just a basic exam to me. “But I’m obviously healthy, so I’m assuming you can skip most of that stuff and just sign the form for me, right?”



“No, I’m pretty sure I can’t do that,” she replied. “This is my first year working at the camp, and I certainly don’t know all of their rules yet, but I’m quite sure I’m not allowed to just sign the form without some kind of exam.”



“But you said you were still a medical student, do you know how to do the exam?”



“Sure, I’ve had my physical assessment classes already, I got an A in them. So I should be able to handle this. And as long as I take care of the exam, the doctor can just rubber stamp his signature on the form. But you will be my very first real patient, I hope you don’t mind that.”



I paused for a brief moment to consider my options. Since I really needed to get this done, I decided to go ahead and have her do the exam. And if someone has to do this exam, I’d rather it be a cutie like her than some old guy. Maybe she’ll just do the basic parts of the exam and skip all of the embarrassing stuff.



“Well, it seems that I really don’t have a choice,” I answered, “so OK, let’s get this done.”



Just then another guy entered the clinic. He looked like he was about my age and was wearing jeans and a red T-shirt.



“Hi, I hope I’m in the right place,” he announced, “I just arrived at camp about an hour ago and was told to come to the clinic at 4 today. They said I need to get some kind of counselor’s clearance form signed by you. They gave me this paper.” As he spoke he handed Stacy the paper with his appointment information. Stacy took a look at it and immediately had a puzzled look on her face.



“Well, this is the clinic, so you’re in the right place. But there must be a mistake,” answered Stacy, “because I just checked the schedule and the only person on it for 4pm is Jim here. We were just about to start his exam. What’s your name? Let me check the list to see if you’re scheduled for a different time.”



“Sure, it’s Chris Duncan, they said my appointment was at 4.”



“Well, it’s nice to meet you Chris, I’m Stacy Reed, one of the medical students working here at the clinic. Oh, and this is Jim Johnson, he’s another new counselor.”



Chris and I exchanged a friendly handshake while Stacy checked the appointment book one more time.



“No, Chris, I’m sorry, I don’t see you on the list at all. The registration desk must have made a mistake.”



“Well, they made it very clear that I have to get this done right away,” he said, “Otherwise I’m on the next bus out of here tonight.”



“As I said,” said Stacy, “I was just about to complete the same clearance form for Jim here, so could you come back at 5pm?”



“No, I can’t do that,” he replied, “There’s a new counselor’s orientation meeting at 5 which I can’t possibly miss.”



“Yeah, I’m in that same meeting at 5,” I said.



The conversation paused for a brief moment while we all simply starred at each other, wondering what we could possibly do.



“Well then, I suppose the only solution is to try to do both of you boys at the same time,” announced Stacy. “That’s the only way I could possibly get both of you out of here before 5.”



“Yeah, sure, I’m OK with that, as long as Jim doesn’t mind,” said Chris.



I wondered if Chris had any idea what he was agreeing to do. Did he have any idea what was on the clearance form or that he was volunteering to have his physical exam done in front of me? Or did he even know that an exam was required? He was probably like me and didn’t have a clue about this form or what was required to complete it. He probably figured that she would just take a basic look at him and then sign the form. Did he realize that there are some really embarrassing things on that exam form? More importantly, I had to quickly decide whether I wanted my physical done, maybe including those embarrassing parts, in front of this other guy. It was bad enough having it done in the first place, but I wasn’t keen on having an audience.



“Well, Jim,” said Stacy as she turned toward me, “you were here first so I’ll leave it up to you. But keep in mind that although I’ll try to take a few shortcuts and skip a few things, I am required to check all of the major systems listed on the form — for both of you. But it is your decision.” Stacy smiled at me as she spoke.



I looked at Chris and noticed that he had a puzzled look on his face, as if he was wondering what parts of the exam Stacy was referring to. Moreover, he suddenly had a look of fear and dread on his face, as if he just realized that he might have agreed to this exam too quickly. Only now was he beginning to realize that the exam might be more than he expected and that it might include parts that are better done in private. I got the feeling that he was now looking for a way to back out. But he couldn’t back out now without looking like a total pussy! He had already hastily agreed.



As I looked at Stacy smiling at me, and then over at Chris, I realized that it might be fun to embarrass this guy. I don’t know exactly why I felt that way, but it seemed that this was an opportunity to maybe have a little fun at his expense. Maybe I just wanted to see his reaction as the exam progressed, to see just how embarrassed he’d get. Maybe it was the way he jumped at the exam before he really thought it through. Shit, it will be embarrassing for me too, but I don’t feel like I have anything to hide. At least I’ve seen the form. I know there are embarrassing parts. This guy has no clue what he’s in for. It might just be fun to watch. And Stacy is going to do my exam either way. Maybe she likes the strong, confident type of guy. Doing this would certainly prove to her that I’m all that.



“I’m alright with it,” I answer.



“OK, then let’s get started,” says Stacy, “we don’t have any time to waste.”



She retrieved a second copy of the counselor’s medical clearance form from the file cabinet and handed a copy to each of us. After instructing Chris and I to fill out the top portion of the form with our name and address, she walks toward the cabin door. She hangs a sign on the door that says “Busy with patient — do not disturb” and then closes the door without locking it.



{ P A R T 3 : T H E * P R E L I M I N A R I E S }



“Follow me over here gentlemen,” Stacy says as she walks toward the exam table. Chris and I both follow her and stand next to the table.



“I guess we’ll do this alphabetically, so since Duncan comes before Johnson, that make you first, Chris. Go ahead and hop up on the table for me.”



Chris climbs aboard the exam table and takes a seat. We’re both still fully clothed at this point, but knowing what’s on the exam form, I doubt that will last the entire exam. I’m standing just a couple of feet away from the right side of the table.



Without saying a word, Stacy retrieves a blood pressure cuff and her stethoscope and prepares to check Chris’ pressure. She places the stethoscope in her ears, wraps the cuff around his left arm and begins to pump it up. With the bell of the stethoscope pressed firmly into the bare skin of Chris’ arm, she records his pressure reading in no time at all.



“Your pressure is good, Chris,” she says.



While she’s checking his pressure, I begin to slowly back away from the exam table. I’m feeling like I’m almost hovering over the table and standing a little too close.



“Don’t wander off, Jim” Stacy says to me after removing the stethoscope from her ears. “I’m going to have you swap places with Chris in just a couple of minutes. I won’t make you wait through his entire exam. I don’t want either of you boys to get bored.”



As requested, I move back to where I was standing just a few feet away from the exam table.



She now places the probe of an electronic thermometer in Chris’ mouth. As she waits for it to record his temperature, she holds his left wrist and records his pulse rate. After a few seconds, the thermometer beeps and she records the results.



“Normal temperature,” she says, “that’s good. Now, I’m going to do some basic neurological tests. Follow my finger with your eyes — don’t move your head.” She holds her index finger in front of Chris and moves it from side to side, up and down — watching as Chris’ eyes follow it without hesitation.



“Now, squeeze my fingers,” she says as she holds out both hands in front of him. “Good, no problem there.” She briefly pauses to look at the instructions on Chris’ form. “I’m going to skip the ears, nose and throat since you boys don’t have any symptoms of an illness right now. I want to make sure we have time to check more important things.”



“Can you take off your shirt please, Chris?” she orders.



Chris pulls off his red T-shirt to reveal an almost hairless chest. He does have a small patch of light brown hair near the top of his chest, and also the hint of a treasure trail leading from his naval downward. He hands the shirt to Stacy who tosses it on a chair that is against the wall.



“Jim, you might as well take off your shirt too,” she orders, “that will save some time.”



It doesn’t seem fair that Chris got to keep his shirt on all this time and now I’m being told to take it off before my exam even begins. But she’s right, it probably will save time, so I pull it off and toss it on another chair.



Stacy puts her stethoscope in her ears again and approaches Chris.



“I’m going to listen to your heart now, just breath normally.”



She presses the bell against his chest, listening for a few seconds before moving to another position and listening again. She repeats these movements several times. Satisfied that is heart is OK, she now moves on to his lungs.



“Breathe deeply and hold it for me,” she orders as she presses the bell of the instrument against the bare skin of his chest.



Chris’ chest rises and expands as he fills it with air and holds it. Stacy listens for a brief moment before allowing Chris to release the air. She moves the bell to a different position and repeats the request. Without saying a word, she now moves behind Chris and listens to his back as he continues to take deep breaths.

“Good, now just breathe normally,” she says. After listening to his back for a few more moments, Stacy declares that she is done with this part of Chris’ exam.



“Your turn, Jim,” she says to me, “hop on up here and take Chris’ place. I told you I wouldn’t keep you waiting very long.”



Chris dismounts the exam table and I quickly take his place. He stands in roughly the same spot where I was standing just a few feet from the table.



After swapping exam forms, Stacy prepares to conduct the same examination on me. However, before she begins, she cleans the bell of her stethoscope with a small sanitizing wipe. I guess that’s something she was taught to do in nursing school. She begins by placing the blood pressure cuff on my left arm and securely fastening it with the Velcro. I can feel the coldness of the stethoscope as she presses it firmly against the skin of my arm. I now feel the pressure of the cuff as she manually pumps it up.



Once she records my pressure, she releases the cuff and moves on to my temperature and pulse. Just as I saw her do with Chris, she inserts the probe of the thermometer into my mouth and then proceeds to check my pulse. After a few seconds, the thermometer beeps and she records the results.



“So far, so good, Jim,” she says to me, “everything is normal so far.”



She now does the same neurological tests on me that she did on Chris, having me follow her finger with my eyes and then squeezing her fingers with mine.



Since I’m already shirtless, she starts to listen to my heart with her stethoscope without any hesitation or noticeable break in her routine. I feel the coldness of the bell on my chest as she presses it against my skin and silently listens. She then orders me to begin the deep breathing part of the exam so she can listen to my lungs. After a few minutes of that she moves behind me and I feel her press the stethoscope on my back. She asks me to breathe normally as she listens. I look over at Chris and notice that he’s smiling at me. I’m not sure why — maybe he’s just trying to be friendly. Or maybe he’s actually enjoying this. He may feel relieved because he thinks that the exam is almost over. Little does he know that if Stacy follows the exam form, there is much more to this exam.



“OK, Jim, you can get down, it’s Chris’ turn again,” she says.



As I’m getting down from the exam table, I look at Chris’s face and detect his disappointment that the exam isn’t over. Since it’s his turn again, he just realized that there is at least one more round to this exam. I think he honestly thought that it was already done. But it seems that Stacy is about to make the next part of his exam a bit more interesting.



{ P A R T 4 : D O W N * T O * Y O U R * S K I V V I E S }



“Chris, I need your jeans off for this next part,” she declares. “You can slip your shoes off too.”



“I don’t understand,” Chris replied in protest, “I thought we were almost done. I mean, you’ve already checked the most important stuff, right?”



“I’m sorry, Chris,” she replied, “but I guess you didn’t pay attention to what I said earlier. I thought I was being very clear about this exam. As I said earlier, I’m required to check all of the major systems that are listed on the form. There are some parts that I’m just not allowed to skip. And right now, for the next part of this exam, I need you to remove your jeans. But don’t worry, you can leave your underwear on — I’m not asking you to take that off yet.”



I noticed that Stacy included that little word “yet”. I don’t think Chris noticed what she said since he’s having such a fit about something simple like removing his jeans. But whether Chris noticed or not, it was looking like Stacy planned to include some of the more interesting and embarrassing parts of the exam. And Chris is turning out to be just as embarrassed about this exam as I predicted.



Once I got down from the exam table, I took my spot right next to where Chris was standing. I looked up to see that Stacy was standing on the other side of the table and looking in our direction. I watched as Chris untied and then removed his shoes. He went ahead and slipped his socks off too, even though she didn’t ask for that. He now reluctantly began to remove his jeans, first undoing the top button and then unzipping his fly. He wasn’t wearing a belt. The jeans slid down his body in one quick motion, landing in a puddle of material around his ankles. He was now standing there wearing only a pair of light blue, loose fitting boxer shorts. After stepping out of his jeans, he threw them on the chair on top of his T-shirt and once again mounted the exam table.



“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Stacy said as she approached him. “You see, right now I need to check your reflexes and that’s more difficult when you’re wearing your bulky jeans. And, of course, I’ll need your jeans off later in the exam for a few other things. So sooner or later, they would need to come off.”



Chris didn’t say anything in response to her. I think he was still shocked at the direction this exam was taking. From his body language, it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable sitting on the table in just his boxers. His legs were held tightly together and his hands were both resting in his lap. It was as if he was trying to cover up.



She now produced a small rubber hammer and proceeded to tap on various points on Chris’ body. She tapped on his ankles, his knees, his wrists and his elbows. She then pressed on the top of his left knee and asked him to try and lift up his leg. She repeated the test on his right leg. She then knelt down in front of the exam table and tried to pull his legs forward while he resisted her movement.



“Well, your reflexes and muscle control all seem to be good so far. Lay back on the table for me, Chris,” she ordered. “I need to check your knees and hips.”



As Chris laid back, Stacy pulled out the metal shelf that was tucked away in the end of the table to support his feet. Chris’ boxers were very loose fitting and the material around his legs gapped open, providing a brief glimpse underneath.



“Now raise both of your knees for me,” she ordered.



Chris obeyed by raising his knees, parting his legs and planting both feet flat on the exam table. This provided an even better view under his boxers as the leg openings were stretched apart even wider. This was a view that was obviously not lost on Stacy. It seemed that she was becoming slower and more deliberate during this part of the exam. Perhaps she was slowing down in the hopes of catching a glimpse under Chris’ boxers.



She now lifted and twisted his left leg — first lifting it off the table a few inches, then grabbing his ankle and pulling it to the left — then the right. As she lifted and twisted his leg, his legs parted even further, providing an unobstructed view between his legs. I noticed that the loose material of his boxers was now being pulled tightly against his crotch. For the first time, I saw a not-so-subtle outline of his genitals. I caught Stacy looking down between his parted legs as well.



“Any pain there?” she asked.



Chris shook his head, no. She now repeated the same exam on his right leg — lifting and twisting it at the knee. Satisfied with her test of his knees, she now turned her attention to his hips. She asked him to keep his knees together while she pushed them to his left side, then his right, using a rocking motion.



“You’re joints all seem to be fine,” she announced. “You can go ahead and lower your knees.”



As Chris began to lower his knees, she went to the counter to retrieve her stethoscope. But before returning to Chris, she first turned her attention to me.



“Jim, I’ll be ready for you in just a minute or two, so please get yourself ready by removing those khaki shorts.”



“Sure, no problem at all, Stacy,” I replied in my most mature and confident voice.



I knew this moment would arrive, and I guess I was trying to mentally prepare myself for it. But now it was finally here. No more preparation — it was time to undress beyond just taking off my shirt. I looked over at Chris and saw that he had turned his head in my direction and was about to watch the show. I looked at Stacy and saw that she too was looking at me. I guess watching me undress was more important than continuing with Chris’ exam. So much for saving time.



I reached down and untied my shoes and removed them, placing them under the chair where my T-shirt was thrown. I unbuckled my belt, undid the top button of my shorts and unzipped my fly. I slowly slid down my khaki shorts, revealing the tight white briefs I chose to wear today as underwear. I carefully stepped out of the shorts and placed them on the chair with my other clothes. Once there, I bent over with my back to the others and removed my white socks.



Now covered in just my white briefs, I walked back toward the exam table and took my position just to the right of the table. But this time I decided to stand much closer than before. I stood with my arms at my sides and my feet comfortably spread apart. I didn’t cross my arms, or hold my hands in front of myself. I wanted to make sure they both had a chance to take a good look at me. I didn’t want to appear embarrassed at all, even though deep down I was shaking in fear. I looked at Chris who was still looking in my direction. When our eyes met, we both simply smiled. I then looked over at Stacy and gave her my best confident smile. And she smiled back.



Stacy moved back into position above Chris to begin his abdominal exam. Chris was laying on the table with both of his hands resting on his lower abdomen. She began by lifting both of his hands out of the way and placing them to either side of his body, resting them on the table. She then began to use her stethoscope to carefully listen to Chris’ abdomen. She silently moved the bell of the instrument from one location to another, pressing it firmly into his bare skin and briefly pausing to listen for any abnormal sounds. She started near the top of his abdomen and slowly worked her way lower until she reached the waistband of his boxers.



Stacy now took her stethoscope out of her ears and began palpating his abdomen. She firmly tapped on different parts of his abdomen, asking him if he was experiencing any pain. Then, rather than tapping, she firmly pushed into the left side of his lower abdomen — once again asking if he had any pain. She repeated the deep pushing on his right side.



Once she completed the examination of his abdomen, she turned her attention even lower, to his femoral arteries. To gain access to them, she ever so slightly pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just enough to move the bell of her stethoscope into position. Since I was standing so close to the exam table, I was able to notice just a hint of pubic hair around the uncovered area. After positioning her stethoscope, she listened to the artery on his right side, before switching to his left. During this exam, I looked up at Chris’ face and quickly realized that, due to her contact in this area, he appeared to be much more apprehensive than before. And that’s understandable. After all, even though you wouldn’t consider it an intimate area, it is so very close to your genitals. Right now Stacy’s fingers and her stethoscope are about as close as she could get to his genitals without actually touching them. Stacy completed this part of her exam by gently palpating the area around each femoral artery.



“Alright, I’m ready for you boys to switch again,” declared Stacy.



Stacy pushed in the metal shelf at the end of the exam table as Chris began to get up. He walked the few short feet to where I was standing as I mounted the exam table, clad only in my white briefs. I immediately sat down, parted my legs and rested my arms comfortably at my sides. I wanted Stacy to know, along with Chris, that I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed sitting there in my tight briefs. I didn’t care if they looked at me — shit, for some reason I really wanted them to see me. I was proud of my body and I wanted to prove that to Stacy. Since Chris was standing more or less in the same spot where I was, he was about to have a good view of my exam.



Stacy retrieved the rubber hammer and proceeded to check my reflexes, just as she checked Chris. She methodically checked my ankles, knees, wrists and elbows. And just as she did with Chris, she then performed some resistance tests on my legs.



“Lay back for me, Jim,” she ordered, “and raise your knees.”



I laid back on the exam table while she pulled out the metal shelf for my feet. I immediately raised both of my knees and planted my feet flat on the table, positioning them at the left and right edges of the table. I wanted to give Stacy an unobstructed view of the clean white cotton that was tightly caressing the mound between my legs. Unlike Chris’ boxers, my briefs didn’t have any gaping leg openings, so she wouldn’t be able to sneak a peek beneath them. But they also didn’t leave much to the imagination. With my knees in the air and my briefs stretched tightly, you could clearly see the outline of my penis and testicles. They were still covered with material, but there was no doubt that they were there.



She began to lift and twist my left leg, asking me if I had any pain while she was doing so. As my leg was lifted off of the table, I felt more exposed than ever. It was as if my briefs were being pulled even tighter against my body, making the white bulge between my legs much more prominent. Just before she lowered my left leg back to the table, I noticed her looking down between my legs, directly at the front of my briefs. As she lowered my leg, she looked up at me with a big grin on her face, as if she was congratulating herself on having the best job in the world. She then completed the same exam on my right leg.



To finish this part of the exam, she checked my hips by rocking my knees back and forth to my left and right. Having finished the orthopedic exam, she instructed me to lower my knees, which I immediately did. I kept my feet spread comfortably apart and continued to rest my hands at my sides. Once I was in position, I raised my head and looked down toward my feet. I observed that the white cotton mound between my feet was even more prominent and noticeable now that I was lying flat on the table.



After retrieving her stethoscope, she began my abdominal exam. I felt her press the bell of the stethoscope to my upper abdomen and just hold it there for a few seconds while she listened. She then moved it to another location and listened again. She repeated this movement several times. Each time I could feel the firm and deliberate pressure she was applying to the instrument.



When she reached my lower abdomen, she stopped listening and began palpation instead. I felt her tap in several locations of my abdomen using both of her hands. She now pushed deeply into my left side and asked me if there was any pain. After I answered in the negative, she moved to my right side and pushed again.



After putting her stethoscope back in her ears, she pulled down the very top of my briefs and placed the bell of the instrument at my right femoral artery. I must admit that the feeling of her contact in that area was exhilarating and, in a word, arousing. She was so close to my genitals, but she wasn’t ready to go there — not yet. At that point I wanted her to do it all — to pull down my briefs and give me the genital exam that I knew was coming. But that would have to wait. While she was listening, I looked over to see Chris intently watching my exam. He wasn’t looking at my face — his gaze was affixed at my midsection, closely watching her hands as they examined me.



After a few seconds of listening, she moved to my left side and listened again. Finally, just as she did with Chris, she completed this part of the exam by palpating the area where she had just finished listening.



“OK, I’m done with this part of your exam,” she announced, “You can get up now, Jim. Go stand next to Chris, please.”



As she spoke, she pushed in the shelf, allowing me to lower my legs and get up from the exam table. I turned to look at Chris as I took the last few steps to his location. He had a hopeful, yet anxious look on his face. Was she done? She hadn’t said it was time for him again, so maybe, just maybe, the exam was over. Perhaps she decided to skip the most embarrassing parts of the exam that I knew were listed on the form. I think Chris was hoping that this might be true. I took my position standing right next to Chris and we both faced Stacy — waiting to see what would happen next. We watched as she silently reviewed our exam forms, occasionally making check marks and writing a few notes on them. She was obviously recording the results of the exam to this point, but it also looked as if she was trying to figure out what to do next.



{ P A R T 5 : T H E * F U L L * M O N T Y }



“Can we get dressed now?” asked Chris. “We’re all done, right?” Since Stacy was taking her time reviewing our exam forms, it seemed like a perfectly valid question. Perhaps we really were done.



“Hang on just a minute, boys,” she answered, “I need to get caught up on these forms.”



Chris and I just stood there facing Stacy, waiting. At one point we looked at each other and Chris rolled his eyes to express his impatience and displeasure with this exam. After a brief minute, our wait was over as Stacy turned to address both of us.



“Sorry for the wait, boys,” she said, “but no, you’re not done, there are a couple of things that are still on the list.”



I immediately noticed that Stacy was smiling widely as she addressed us. I responded with a knowing smile of my own, since I had seen the form and knew what some of those things might be. I looked at Chris and saw that he was clearly not happy with the news. It was obvious that the last thing he wanted to hear was that there was more to this exam.



“Chris, it’s your turn again,” she continued, “so come over here and stand in front of the table, facing me.”



Chris reluctantly walked the few steps to the exam table and stood in front of it with his back to the table. At the same time, Stacy rolled the small stool directly in front of him, preparing her seat for the next part of the exam. Standing in front of the table as he was, I’m sure Chris already had a good idea what was next on the agenda. But as soon as he saw her move the stool into position, there was no room for doubt. He was about to have his genitals uncovered and examined by this cute redheaded girl. And I was there to watch every bit of it.



“Go ahead and lower your boxers, Chris,” ordered Stacy. Ah, the moment we were all waiting for, I thought to myself. Now we’ll see how embarrassed Chris really is by how he reacts to this order.



“But, I really don’t have any problems in that area,” Chris protested, “so I don’t really think you need to do that part of the exam. You can just skip it, right?” Chris was clearly not interested in baring everything right now. I wondered if he was embarrassed just because I was there, or whether he wasn’t comfortable with a female doing this part of the exam.



“I don’t think I can get away with skipping these parts,” she answered. “We were taught that they’re pretty much a standard part of any sports physical, at least for males. I’ve already skipped as much as I can.” As she was talking, she walked to the counter to retrieve a pair of exam gloves, but she didn’t put them on yet. She then sat down on the stool and looked up at Chris.



“I don’t know,” continued Chris, “I mean, this exam is already more than I bargained for. And you’re not even a doctor. Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”



“Oh, don’t worry so much Chris,” she answered with a big smile, “I’ve had plenty of classes on this part of the exam. I’m sure I can handle it. Here, let me help you, we really need to move this exam along.”

As she was talking she rolled the stool even closer to Chris. Without any warning, she grabbed the loose material of his boxers with both of her hands and pulled them down in one swift motion. They were now laying on the floor in a pile of light blue material that was wrapped around his ankles.



“Step out, please,” she ordered.



Chris appeared to be in total shock at the swift removal of his last remaining clothing, but he managed to obey Stacy’s command. As he freed his feet from the confines of his boxers, Stacy reached down and picked them up. She then walked a few feet to the chair with his other clothes and added his boxers to the stack. She now returned to her position on the stool directly in front of Chris — who was now completely nude. Chris was standing with his feet tightly together and his hands held in front of his genitals. This was a half-hearted attempt by him to maintain some modesty, since deep down I’m sure he knew that he would have to uncover himself.



“Now, Chris, you know I can’t do this with your hands in the way,” she said. “Can you please move them to your sides? You’re going to have to uncover yourself, or I can’t complete your physical.”



Chris obeyed by moving his hands to his sides, and in the process, he uncovered himself. As a reward for his obedience, Stacy looked up at him, made eye contact and gave him a warm smile. Chris just stared down at her with a look of total disbelief in his face. Was he really nude right now, standing just a few feet in front of this cute girl? But Chris didn’t have much time to contemplate his situation, for she was about to return to the job at hand. Since she was sitting in front of him, she was eye level with his genitals. She seemed to just sit there for a brief moment, taking it all in. She was about to give a male patient, her first real one, a genital exam.



Chris was circumcised and had what I would call an average size penis. It wasn’t unusually thick or long, just average — similar to mine. The light brown hair that I previously saw on his lower abdomen led directly into a good crop of pubic hair. His pubic hair was darker, but I would still call it light brown. His hair was fairly long, but it did look like he kept it trimmed, although it wasn’t as short as I keep mine. The skin of his scrotum was loose and it was obvious that his balls were large, relaxed and low-hanging. But looking at him, I felt that I would measure up well when I got undressed. I didn’t feel that I was inferior to him in any way. And I hoped that Stacy would feel the same way.



“What about him?” Chris asked. “If I have to stand here like this, shouldn’t he get undressed too?”



Chris did have a point, but I’m not really sure why it was such a big deal to him. Unless this was an attempt by him to try to embarrass me. Maybe he just didn’t want to be in the only person in the room who was nude right now. Little did he know that at this point, I didn’t really care who saw me. And this was another opportunity for me to demonstrate my confidence to Stacy — to show her that I wasn’t afraid or embarrassed at all.



“Jim is fine for now,” she answered, “he can wait until it’s his turn before removing his shorts.”



“No, that’s OK,” I announced, “I don’t mind getting ready now, just to save time, of course.”



As I stood facing them, I grabbed the waistband of my briefs with both hands and slowly pulled them down my body. I didn’t want to hurry. I wanted to give them plenty of time to watch me strip for them. When my hands reached the floor, I stepped out of my briefs and then deposited them with my other clothes. Then I calmly walked back to my previous position and stood before them. They were both watching every move I made, so I was especially conscious of my body language. I kept my arms at my sides and casually spread my legs apart, giving them an opportunity to take a good look at me. As a final step, I looked them right in the eye, first Stacy and then Chris, and gave each of them a proud, confident smile.



Just like Chris, I was circumcised and had what I consider an average size penis. At least, it was average size when I was flaccid, as I was right now. My balls didn’t hang as low as Chris’, nor did they look like they were as large. My public hair was also lighter than his, and I liked to keep mine trimmed much shorter. I didn’t want to look bald like a little boy, but I also didn’t like a thick forest of hair.



While still looking at me, Stacy pulled the exam gloves onto her hands, ending with a loud snapping sound for each hand. She then turned back toward Chris to begin his exam. Without saying a word, she grabbed his penis with her left hand and lifted it up and away from his body. She did a thorough visual inspection of it, seeming to look at every bit of skin. At one point, she even lifted it straight up in order to look at the underside. Her right hand now joined the party, as she used it to help stretch the skin in order to thoroughly examine his male member. After spending a short time visually inspecting his penis, she began to gently palpate it up and down the entire length of his shaft. She then gently squeezed the head which caused his pee hole to open, allowing for her visual inspection.



All of this attention to his penis was taking its toll. It looked like he was now, ever so slowly, becoming aroused. His penis was now noticeably longer and thicker. He wasn’t fully erect by any means, but he was on his way there. When Stacy released her grip on his member, it now stood up and away from his body on its own rather than hanging straight down over his balls. Stacy must have noticed the change because she briefly looked up at Chris and smiled knowingly.



“I need to check your testicles now,” she said to Chris. Chris didn’t respond in any way.



Stacy now lightly patted the inside of Chris’ thigh, signaling to him that she wanted his legs parted. Chris immediately responded by shuffling his legs further apart. As he did, she turned her attention to his testicles. She grabbed his left one with her right hand and gently lifted it away from his body. As she held it between the fingers of her right hand, she used the fingers of her left hand to gently feel the entire surface. Her fingers stretched the skin of his scrotum tightly across the testicle to make the examination easier. She then began to palpate the testicle, gently tapping it with her fingers. One she completed her examination of his left testicle, she repeated the exam on his right side. As a final step, she grabbed both of his testicles in her hands at the same time and compared them. It looked as if she was weighing them in her hands, gently bouncing them up and down.



It was now time for Chris’ hernia exam. Stacy found the location of the inguinal ring on his left side and plunged her index finger deep into it.



“Cough, please,” she commanded.



Chris turned his head to the right, away from me, and let out his best cough.



“Again, please,” she commanded.



Apparently, his first cough didn’t satisfy her. Chris coughed again, even louder than the first time. Stacy now switched sides and plunged her finger into his right side, once again commanding Chris to cough for her. Satisfied that she had successfully completed her first male genital and hernia exam, she was finished.



“Alright, I’m ready for you, Jim,” Stacy said to me. “Chris, you can trade places with him.” As she spoke, she pulled off the exam gloves she used on Chris and retrieved a fresh pair to use on me.



As Chris walked toward me, I could see that he was still aroused, perhaps even slightly more than before. As his body moved, his penis swayed back and forth, indicating that it now had some extra weight due to being engorged with blood.



I took my position in front of the exam table, facing Stacy who was now sitting in front of me on the rolling stool. I positioned my hands at my sides and spread my legs widely apart, planting my feet about shoulder-width apart. I noticed that with my feet spread apart, I could no longer feel the warmth of my testicles and the skin of my scrotum as it made contact with my upper thighs. The lack of contact made it feel as if my testicles were hanging freely between my legs, dangling precariously beneath me and very vulnerable. As Stacy pulled on the fresh pair of exam gloves, I looked down at myself. It looked like I wasn’t totally flaccid anymore either. Being nude for the last few minutes, and watching Chris’ exam was certainly arousing and there was visible evidence that it was increasing the blood flow to my penis.



“I can get dressed now, right?” asked Chris. “I mean, you’re done with me, right?”



“No, not quite, Chris,” Stacy answered, “I wanted to get Jim caught up with you before I move on to a couple of additional things. Just relax for a minute and wait until I’m done with him.”



I looked at Chris to see the disappointment in his face. Clearly, he was assuming that he was now finally done with all parts of the exam. But that was apparently not the case. Worse yet, he was now wondering what else might be included in the exam. He had already had a genital and hernia exam, which is usually as bad as it gets. What more could there be? Since he was completely nude, he probably realized that he was about to endure something even more embarrassing than what took place during the last few minutes. But for the time being, he now had the same opportunity that I just had — to watch another guy receive a genital and hernia exam. But this time, he was the audience member and I was the subject on display.



“Well, Jim, let’s begin,” said Stacy as she rolled the stool closer to me and began her examination of my genitals.



As she just did with Chris, she began by grabbing my penis with her left hand and lifting it away from my body. The feeling of her gloved fingers on my male member was exquisite. She used the fingers of her right hand to tightly stretch my skin. This allowed for a better examination along the entire length of my shaft. As she did, I could almost feel the blood rushing to my penis, helping to make it increase in length and girth while she was still holding me. Next she gently palpated my penis before squeezing the head with her fingers and observing my pee hole.



Without saying a word, she released my penis from her grip and proceeded to examine my testicles. My penis had grown in length and now seemed to be in her way, so she simply pushed it to my right side to provide better access to my left testicle. After gently feeling and palpating the entire surface of my left testicle, she turned her attention to my right side. Once again, my ever-lengthening penis seemed to be in her way again, but she solved the problem by simply pushing it to my left side. I absolutely loved the feeling of her gloved fingers as they held, squeezed and generally fondled my balls. It was wonderful and I didn’t want her to stop.



I briefly looked down and saw that my penis was now much longer and thicker than before. It was almost at the point where it was beginning to lift up from my body on its own. Whether I liked it or not, it was on its way to a full erection. Not just yet, but sooner or later it was inevitable. I looked over at Chris and saw that he was looking down and intently watching my genital exam. And he was smiling. I guess he was enjoying the show. I looked down at him and saw that his arousal had continued. His penis was now erect and pointing straight out from his body. He was trying to hide it with one of his hands, but it was pretty obvious.



I now felt Stacy’s gloved hands grab both of my testicles at the same time. I felt her gently lift and bounce them in her hands as if she was weighing and comparing them. After a few seconds of that, she released her grip to prepare for my hernia exam.



“Alright, just the hernia check now,” she said.



I shuffled my feet a little further apart and made sure they were planted firmly on the ground. I’ve had hernia exams in the past that almost knocked me off balance, so I wanted to make sure I was prepared for this one. I wasn’t expecting her to be especially rough, but I wanted to be prepared either way. After placing her finger into position on my left side, she commanded me to cough. I deliberately let out a timid cough, knowing that this would then require a second cough on that side. I wanted to extend the amount of time that Stacy had her fingers on this area of my body. After providing a second cough, she switched to my right side. This time she was satisfied that my first cough was good enough to complete the exam.



“OK, Jim, go stand next to Chris while I update your forms,” she said as she removed her exam gloves.



I walked over and stood next to Chris, moving my hands casually behind my back. I looked down at myself to see that my penis was still long and thick, but not fully erect yet. It was still laying against my body, unlike his which was sticking straight out. I caught him looking down at me, but then he quickly looked up and our eyes briefly met. We both just smiled at each other, knowing that we were both very aroused. Still totally nude, we both stood there and watched as Stacy made notes on our exam forms. After just a few passing seconds, she turned and addressed us.



{ P A R T 6 : P E N E T R A T I O N }



“OK, boys,” she said, “For males, the form requires a quick rectal and prostate exam. Originally, I was thinking I would skip that part to save time, but since both of you are already undressed, I think I’ll go ahead and include it.”



I looked at Chris and saw what I can only describe as a mix of sheer terror and embarrassment in his face. I quickly looked back at Stacy and smiled at her, just to let her know that I was OK with this part of the exam. But I really wasn’t. The reality was that I was terrified of the exam that she just described, but I certainly didn’t want her to know that.



“But I’m sure they’ll accept the form even if you skip those parts,” Chris protested in an obviously nervous, cracking voice.



“Oh, don’t worry, Chris,” she replied, “It won’t be so bad. You’ll see.”



I looked at Chris again. He didn’t seem convinced. Stacy now continued with her instructions.



“Let me have both of you boys stand over here at the side of the exam table,” she ordered.



We both walked a few steps to the side of the table where Stacy was now standing.



“That’s right, face the table and just stand right next to each other, a little closer to the table.”



We both moved closer to the table, and were now about a foot away from it. We were standing very close to each other, with Chris only a foot or two to my left. As we moved into position, Stacy went to the other side of the table to retrieve some supplies. She retrieved the entire box of exam gloves, a box of tissues, and a blue and white tube of KY jelly and placed all of them on the exam table between Chris and I. She now pulled out a pair of gloves and proceeded to pull them onto her hands. As she was doing so, she walked back to our side of the table and stood behind us. I had a pretty good idea what her next instructions were going to be.



“Now I need you to bend over and rest the upper part of your body on the table.”



I assumed that she would examine Chris first, just as she had done throughout this exam. So I didn’t move into position. I figured that it would be my turn after she finished with Chris. Instead, I turned to watch Chris as he bent at the waist and laid his chest on the table.



“You too, Jim,” she said, “I want both of you to get into position before I start the exam.”



I wasn’t sure why she decided to have us both get into position right away. But nevertheless, I obeyed her order by turning back to face the table, bending over and resting my upper body on the table.



“Now, if I can get both of you to reach forward with your hands and grab the other side of the table, that would be better,” she added. “I need you boys to keep your hands occupied and out of the way, otherwise I can’t give you a proper examination.”



At the time, I had my arms at my sides. But I obeyed her order and lifted them up above me. Once there, I reached for the opposite side of the table, holding on to it with both hands.



“That’s better. The only problem now is that you’re both standing too close to the exam table. So without getting out of this position, I need both of you to take one step back away from the exam table. Oh, and also spread your legs a little further apart.”



I took a step back and shuffled my feet further apart. As I did so, my sockless left foot made contact with Chris’ right foot as he was repositioning his feet. Still keeping our heads on the table, we both turned toward each other and silently whispered “sorry”. It was an awkward moment, since it emphasized just how closely we were standing next to each other. And to recap, we were both completely nude, bent over an exam table, our legs were spread apart and we were about to be penetrated by Stacy’s finger. Throughout the earlier parts of the exam, we could watch each other from a distance. And for some parts, we got a little bit closer. But we were never this close to the other guy when he was being examined.



We stayed like that in position and just waited for Stacy to begin. I’m sure it was merely seconds that we waited, but it seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t see behind me, but I could imagine the view that Stacy had right now. We were two healthy and fit young men, stripped of all clothing and bent over in front of her. We were objects on display before her, waiting to be used in any way that she desired. It was as if we were loyal subjects, bent over in a show of respect as we presented our gift offering to the queen. In my case, I was offering her my anal virginity, allowing her to be the very first person to anally penetrate me. Sure, I have vague memories of having my temperature taken rectally when I was a small child. And I remember receiving one or two enemas from my mother when I was probably the same young age. But this was somehow different. I was now an adult. And no adult, not a doctor, nurse, friend or lover has ever penetrated me as she was about to do.



“OK, Chris you’re first,” Stacy said, “I’m just going to check you externally first.”



I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the uncomfortable look on Chris’ face, she was making some kind of contact with him. Since she said she would check him externally first, I assumed that she was simply looking at his ass, and maybe spreading his cheeks apart.



She now reached between us and retrieved the tube of KY. Neither of us could see what she was doing, but I assumed she was applying it to her fingers. I then saw her put the tube back in its original position between us.



“This will feel a little cold,” she said to Chris.



I then saw Chris’ body involuntarily jerk forward, as if it just received some kind of shock.



“Just breathe normally,” she said.



I saw Chris’ body jerk forward again, this time his face cringed in discomfort. And once again, his body moved, and Chris let out a loud gasp for air. Was he in pain? Or was it pure pleasure? I couldn’t really tell by looking at his face.



“Almost done,” Stacy said.



After a couple more grunts and gasps for air, Stacy withdrew her finger and announced that she was finished with Chris. Chris immediately stood up next to me.



“You see, that wasn’t so bad,” Stacy said to him as she handed him a few tissues from the box. “Here, you can clean yourself up with these.”



My head and chest were still down on the exam table, but I now heard the sound of exam gloves being removed. I saw Stacy retrieve two fresh ones from the box that was next to me, so I knew that it was now my turn to be anally examined. I also knew that Chris was no longer bent over the table beside me. Instead, he was now standing to my left, right next to Stacy. For this part of the exam, he would have the opportunity that I didn’t. He would be able to watch the business end of my rectal exam. He could watch as Stacy penetrated me with her lubricated finger, shoving it deep into my rectum. And there wasn’t anything that I could do about it. And for some unknown reason, the thought of being on display like this, and having an audience, excited me.

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