My College Entrance Physical Exam

by Doctor Jackman

I sat in the waiting room at Dr. Carter’s, nervously waiting to be called. I didn’t know what I was so nervous about. I’d grown up with Dr. Carter. He’d been our family’s doctor since I could remember. My parents trusted him, so I knew I should trust him too. And I did. I just didn’t like the idea of being poked and prodded. If the college I was going to wasn’t demanding a physical before I could start, I would never have set foot inside his office.

“Liam Reynolds,” a frumpy, middle-aged nurse finally called.

I stood up and walked towards her. I saw the look in her eyes when I approached. Ever since I’d joined the football team in high school I’d been getting that look. I guess working out regularly had really paid off. Cheerleaders were always throwing themselves at me. Older women, like this nurse, eyed me like I was a piece of candy they wanted to melt in their mouths. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Hey,” I said and smiled at her, giving her a little thrill. I was eighteen now and women like this nurse didn’t need to feel guilty about looking me up and down.

“Please follow me, Mr. Reynolds,” she said, flushing, trying to maintain her professionality. We stopped at a scale outside the room so she could weigh me. “190 pounds,” she said.

“And it’s all muscle,” I told her proudly.

“I don’t doubt that,” she replied, sneaking a glance at me. “I just need to check your height.”

I stood with my back to the wall next to some sort of measuring device. “6’2,” she declared, as if I didn’t already know that. “Very nice.” She licked her lips and I grinned. Her panties were probably wet between her thighs. She’d go home later and fuck her husband and get off on the memory of my hot body. Too bad she wasn’t seeing me with my shirt off.

With the routine stuff done, I followed her into an exam room. Suddenly, my nerves shot up. I glanced around the tiny space, feeling claustrophobic.

“The doctor will be in with you shortly,” she told me, going to leave.

“Wait!” I shouted. She stopped and turned back. A thin layer of sweat broke out across my forehead. My heart was nervously skipping beats. “Um,” I said, my throat felt dry. “Wh-what exactly is Dr. Carter going to do with me?” I asked.

The nurse smiled. “Now then, you’re not nervous, are you?” She smiled reassuringly and I felt stupid for being scared, but I couldn’t help myself. Visions of needles and blood ran through my mind.

“No,” I said. “Of course not. I was just wondering, is all. I… I have football practice later and don’t have a lot of time.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Reynolds,” she said. “Dr. Carter is a professional. He’ll only do what he has to in order to satisfy your college requirements.” Then she closed the door and left me alone.

I realized that she hadn’t told me to put on a gown and relaxed just a little. No gown meant this should be quick and easy. I sighed with relief. Quick and easy was exactly what I wanted. I sat in one of the two chairs in the room, not anxious to get on the little exam table with the paper lining.

Time passed and my nervousness was replaced with boredom. I looked around the room, curious about what was in the drawers. I stood up and pulled one open. Some sort of string with what looked like different sized rocks lay inside it. Inside another drawer, I found this cold, metal looking thing that reminded me of my sister’s curling iron. It was made up of two thin halves that spread open when you pulled the trigger. I put it back in the drawer and opened the one next to it. It was full of needles.

I slammed the drawer shut and returned to my seat, sorry I’d gone exploring. My nerves were back full force now that I’d seen the needles. There was a soft knock on the door and suddenly it opened. Dr. Carter stepped into the room, a big smile on his face.

“Liam,” he said, greeting me like we were old friends. “Good to see you. It’s been a while.”

He was wearing dark blue pants and a tan shirt that opened at the collar. I could see small dark curls peeking out from under it. His white lab coat hung off him almost as though it had been tailored for him. The sleeves wrapped nicely around his arms, showing off his muscles even under the fabric. The white of the coat stood out against his gold-toned skin, making him seem even darker than he probably was. His eyes matched the blue of his pants and his shaggy, dark hair fell gently across his forehead, looking like he’d just stepped off a motorcycle instead of coming from down the hall. He was better looking now, at forty, than when I’d seen him as a kid.

“How are your folks?” he asked.

“Fine,” I gulped. All I could think about was that drawer full of needles.

“Everything good with you? Any problems you want to tell me about before we get started? You’re eighteen now. Anything happening down there that I should know about?”

“Down there?” It took me a second to understand what he was talking about. “Oh, no, uh… no problems ‘down there.’ Thanks,” I said.

He smiled and put one strong hand on my shoulder. “You seem nervous. Just relax. This is a standard college entrance exam. No need to worry.”

I nodded, but that didn’t stop my heart from racing.

“Why don’t we get started? I’ll get this over with fast, I promise.” His deep voice was somewhat reassuring and I felt myself start to relax again. How bad could this be? He’d just said it was a standard exam.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off? We’ll start by listening to your heart and lungs.”

I nodded and pulled my shirt over my head, standing to face the door. I felt Dr. Carter’s eyes staring at me and blushed. Being shirtless didn’t usually make me feel so self-conscious, but suddenly it felt like Dr. Carter was studying me.

“My,” he said, chuckling. “You certainly have grown. Look at you. Your chest has hair on it now. Those soft, dark curls look nice on you. It shows what a man you’ve become. Is your skin always so bronze? It looks like you spend a lot of time in the sun.”

I nodded, looking at the floor.

“How long has it been exactly since you were last in my office?”

I shrugged. “A few years,” I replied, trying not to look at him. I wanted to put my shirt on and get out of there.

Dr. Carter moved towards me, lifting his stethoscope from around his neck where it dangled. “Now, don’t be nervous. I’m only going to listen to you breathe.”

He placed the stethoscope against my chest and I felt it’s cold pressure as he listened intently to my chest. “Your heart is beating too fast,” he said. “You have to relax.” His hand slid over my back, stroking it, trying to help calm my nerves. There was something soothing about the heat of his hand as he moved it lightly up and over my skin. His touch was feather-light and I began to feel myself relaxing, as he’d instructed.

“Good,” he murmured, still listening to my heartbeat. His hand moved to my shoulder, massaging me. His fingers pressed firmly against me, smooth and agile. “Now breathe deeply so I can hear your lungs.”

I took a deep breath and held it, then let it go.

“Good,” he said, releasing his grip on me. “Now I’m just going to check your blood pressure. Lift your arm for me,” he said.

I raised my arm over my head, like a student raising their hand to answer their teacher, and he laughed. “I meant hold it straight out in front of you.”

“Oh,” I said, lowering my arm and feeling my cheeks turn red. “Sorry.No need to apologize,” he said. “Actually, lift your arm for me again, as you just did.”

I lifted it as instructed.

“Look at that,” he exclaimed, his eyes shining.

“What?” I asked, alarmed. I turned my head to look at myself but didn’t see anything.

“Your underarms… the hair you’re growing there is so thick and luscious, just like on your chest. Keep your hand up a minute.” He walked back over to me and began to run his fingers up and down my arm, sifting through the dark curly hairs that had sprung up with puberty.

“Your hair is so luxurious. So soft for underarm hair. I wonder if your chest hair is the same.” His right hand moved to my chest while his left hand stayed on my arm. They moved together now, his right hand circling my chest with thick, warm fingers, while his left hand swam through the dark sea of curls that lay under my arm. He traced the hard lines of my abdomen with his fingertips, as if he were examing my six-pack.

“Um, what are you doing?” I asked after a minute when he still hadn’t stopped. I was oddly interested in the way his fingers moved over me but I was also very aware that I was sitting half naked in an exam room.

“I’m just checking your lymph nodes. If they are swollen, that tells me you have an underlying medical condition I need to be aware of. You have lymph glands all over you know. Your neck, your underarms, even your groin.” I tensed slightly at the mention of swollen lymph nodes. I didn’t want him to find anything wrong with me.

Yes,” he said. “Amazing. Your body hair is as soft as the hair on your head was when you were a baby. Is the hair around your penis the same?”

“I-I don’t know,” I said, blushing again.

“No matter,” he said, finally pulling away from me. “I’ll find out in just a moment when you remove your pants.”

My face must have turned white because Dr. Carter chuckled again. “Don’t look alarmed,” he said. “I’ve checked the lymph nodes on your upper body, now I must check the ones on your lower body as well. It won’t take long.”

I looked around the room, suddenly feeling a chill. I didn’t want to remove my pants. I was already self-conscious about sitting here shirtless.

“Do I have to?” I asked.

“You do if you want me to sign your college medical forms,” he told me. When I still sat there without moving he shook his head, like he was talking to a child. “You can leave your underwear on if it will make you feel better.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took my pants off for him.

“Your legs are as golden as the rest of you,” Dr. Carter said, his eyes widening. He licked his lips, reminding me of the nurse who’d shown me to the room. “You’re undoubtedly a very healthy boy. Lay back on the exam table for me please,” he said.

I hesitated, not wanting to get on the table. I hated that thin, scratchy paper that they used to keep it clean and germ-free.

“What’s wrong?” Dr. Carter asked.

“The table,” I said, my heart thudding like a drum. I was embarrassed to admit it made me nervous. “Do I have to lay down on it?”

“I’m afraid so,” he told me. I reluctantly hopped up, the paper crinkling under me as my weight set against it. I laid back and tried to breathe.

“Relax,” he told me. “This won’t hurt, I promise.” He brought his hands to his mouth and blew on them, warming them before placing them on my abdomen. My body tingled as his hands began to move over my skin. His fingers were soft and pressed against me with a practiced touch.

“I remember when you were a scrawny kid,” he told me, smiling. His hands moved over the hard planes of my abdomen, pushing against them as he stroked me slowly. “Look at you now. Your abdominal muscles are tight. This six-pack you have is magnificent. Better than my own. Look.” He removed his hands from my stomach and lifted his shirt. I saw a tight wall of abs that glowed a glorious brown. His chiseled form was nothing to sneeze at. He looked better than most guys on the high school football team I’d played on. I wondered briefly what the college guys would look like.

“Uh, you look fine to me,” I said, my cheeks burning. He laughed and placed his hands back on my stomach. “Now I’m just going to go a little lower, don’t be frightened.” His hands slowly drifted down towards my cock, which itched with excitement the lower and slower he moved. I liked it when the girls I hooked up with moved slowly over me with their long, fine fingers. This was different. Dr. Carter’s fingers were thick, but they were enticing with their lustrous copper tone and soft, warm skin. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the ceiling over me instead.

Suddenly, his hands were sliding under my underwear. My heart began to pound in my chest as my nerves shot up. The hairs on my skin stood on end.

“It’s okay,” Dr. Carter said. “Your inguinal lymph nodes lie just around the base of your penis. I need to check them and make sure they’re not swollen.”

I nodded, closing my eyes. For some reason, it made me nervous the closer he got to my cock. It wasn’t like he was gonna hurt it, but I didn’t like the idea of a doctor being near something so important to me. His hands pressed against the base of my cock, moving slowly around it in a wide circle. His fingers brushed my pubic hair and I opened my eyes to see him smiling. “It’s just as soft,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

I felt his wide fingers move further down my body, stopping at the top of my thigh where it connects with my groin. “I need you to remove your underwear,” he said suddenly, lifting his hands off my body and stepping back.

“I, uh…” I stumbled over my reply.

“Now then, you’re not a child anymore. Don’t be so frightened. Haven’t you ever showered with the other members of your team?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Were you nervous about it?”

“I-I guess not.”

“Well then, just think of me as one of the guys, instead of your doctor.”

I lay there for what felt like an eternity. The thin layer of sweat that had run across my forehead earlier was suddenly back.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I need to give you a proper exam. This is really ridiculous. You’re acting like a child. Now remove your underwear or leave without your forms getting signed.” The authority he spoke with reminded me of my coach. Gradually, I pushed my underwear off and let it drop to the floor of the exam room.

Dr. Carter smiled. “Now was that so hard?” he asked. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

“What?” I asked. I was fully naked now and felt more exposed than ever in my life.

“Nothing,” he said. “I’d just forgotten that you were uncircumcised. The foreskin on your cock’s head has a healthy glow, but we must double check it, just to be certain.”  

Instinctively, my hands moved to cover my cock.

Dr. Carter laughed and leaned over me, placing his strong, firm hands over mine, trying to pull them away. “Now don’t worry,” he said. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen it all before.”

I shook my head, refusing to uncover myself.

“Now you’re being silly,” he said. “This won’t hurt a bit. Would you rather I poked you with a needle?”

“No,” I said, lowering my eyes.

“I’ll make a deal with you. Let me examine your cock and I won’t take your blood.”

“Really?” I asked. He nodded. Slowly, I uncovered my cock and felt his eyes burn into me as he visually examined it.

Dr. Carter didn’t wait for my nerves to subside. I wasn’t sure they were going to at this point. His hands moved to my thighs, pressing softly against the thin skin that lay at the base of my thighs next to my cock. He moved lightly and slowly, taking his time. A strange energy bubbled under my surface. There was some small part of me that was enjoying the feel of his hands on my body.

“Your testicles are extraordinary,” he said, moving his hands over them. “I’m just going to check for lumps before we proceed to your foreskin.”

“Were any of my lymph glands swollen?” I asked.

“No,” he smiled. “Your glands are perfect.”

He massaged first my right testicle then my left, rolling them gently between his fingers. “I remember when you were a small boy,” he said, smiling wistfully. “Your testicles were the size of a peanut when you were born. Look at them now. They could be tennis balls. Perhaps we should measure them.”

“Measure them?” I asked, nervous about what that might entail.

“Yes. I want to check your sexual health as well as checking for any lumps. The size of your testicles gives me great insight into your sexual well-being.”

“But… but I don’t have any sexual problems,” I said, trying to reassure him so that he would hurry up and finish the exam.

“You’re about to go off to college. I’m sure you’ll have many chances to exert your sexual energy while you’re there. I must be certain you are healthy enough to do so. You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked, suddenly.

I hesitated, my cheeks burning. “No,” I lied. I’d done all kinds of stuff with cheerleaders before, except that one thing.

Dr. Carter smiled as if he could see right through me. He walked to the drawers at the side of the room where I’d gone exploring earlier and pulled out the string with the rocks on it. “This is called an orchidometer. It measures your testicles. The different sized stones you see will give me a means to compare the size of your testicles. I’m going to use it now, so just relax and enjoy the process.”

Enjoy the process? I thought Dr. Carter was crazy. How could I possibly enjoy it? Then his left hand gently cradled my left ball while his right hand gripped the orchidometer. He began massaging me again, only this time it was more intense. I closed my eyes and tried not to moan. His hands were soft yet firm, stroking me and making my balls tighten and firm up. He moved from stone to stone until he’d gone through them all, then repeated the process with my right testicle.

“I remember when your testicles were hairless,” he said. He stroked me gently with the tip of his finger, tracing the curve of my right testicle. “Now you have such thick, coarse hairs running over them. So dark and natural looking. They suit you well.” Then he was massaging me again. My cock began to tingle.

“You’re almost too big to measure,” he finally said, letting go of my balls. “The orchidometer only measures up to 25. You’re at least a 30. I would never have thought, when you were a child, that you would grow up to be such a virile young man. You use to be so scrawny. Now every part of you is a chiseled masterpiece.”

I blushed at the compliment.

“I just need to examine your foreskin more closely. I want to be absolutely certain you don’t have any type of infection. They can hide in the foreskin, you know.”

At the mention of infection, my heart rate shot up and I started breathing heavily. I didn’t like the idea of my cock being infected with anything. I spread my legs a little wider, hoping to make it easier for him to check me out.

“Good,” he murmured, taking the tip of my cock between his wide, golden fingers. They were as soft and light as bubbles. Slowly, he began to rub the tip of my cock, tracing my foreskin up and down my shaft, which was starting to pulse with excitement. I willed it to stop, not wanting Dr. Carter to be disgusted with me for getting excited at the way he was touching me.

“Does it seem okay?” he asked. “I’ve wondered if maybe I should get a circumcision before going to college.” I’d heard some girls talking once, saying that uncircumcised cocks weren’t as attractive.

“Oh no,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’ll lose much of your sensitivity. The penile fine touch receptors are still intact right now. They are highly responsive to light touch sensations. Close your eyes a moment and I’ll demonstrate what I mean.”

I did as he instructed. The sensations started softly. I felt him blow against my cock. His breath was hot and inviting as he created a gentle wind lightly dancing over me. Then his fingers touched me. I felt my foreskin tighten then retract, bunching up at the bottom of my glans as his fingers began to play with me. He tugged gently at the extra layer of skin, teasing me with his fingertips. My head was spinning, my pulse was running a sprint in my chest. I was shocked when I felt his mouth wrap around the head of my cock. His tongue slid up and down, making me shiver. It was delicate and rough at the same time. He twirled his tongue around me and I felt myself growing hard.

“You see,” he said, lifting his head. I was disappointed when he stopped. “Your penis is finely tuned to feel everything that touches it right now. If you were to become circumcised, those feelings would diminish drastically. It would be such a shame.”

I nodded, understanding his point now. My cock stood at attention, not quite hard as a rock but certainly interested in what Dr. Carter had been doing a moment before. I knew my face was red with embarrassment. I glanced down at my shaft, trying to tell the blood to stop pulsing inside it.

“Don’t worry,” Dr. Carter said, running his hand along the inside of my thigh. “It’s perfectly natural. I’m glad to see your penis works so efficiently. Your shaft is long and hard, just as it should be. Do you see the way your pubic hair almost glistens the harder your penis becomes?”

“Uh… I don’t know,” I said.

“Watch,” he replied, grabbing me with his right hand. He teased my cock with it, stroking me up and down as the overhead lights shined down on me. We were both tan but his bronzed skin was so much darker than mine that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He moved swiftly up and down, rubbing the head of my cock with the tip of his thumb as he stroked me faster and faster, making me hard as a bed of nails.

“You see how your shaft glistens and glows? The dark curls of your hair glow right along with it. It’s a sign of good health. That deep pink color you see in your testicles is a good sign too. It tells me your virility is exactly where it should be for an eighteen-year-old man.”

He let go of my cock, leaving it rock hard and shooting straight towards the ceiling. I couldn’t stop my cheeks from burning but didn’t want to admit that I was embarrassed. I think I was even more embarrassed that a part of me wanted him to keep going.

“There’s one more thing I need to check on you before we’re done,” he said, walking back to the drawers at the side of the room.

“My feet?” I asked, thinking he had to examine them since I was a football player.

He smiled gently at me. “Your posterior.”

I felt my butt cheeks tighten.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Dr. Carter pulled something out of one of the drawers. I couldn’t see it at first, but when he came back beside me I saw that he was holding the thing that looked like my sister’s curling iron.

“Oh hell no,” I said, jumping up from the table. My cock lost its erection and I ran to the corner of the room, covering my ass hole with my hands as best I could. I wanted to get back into my pants but Dr. Carter was blocking my path.

“Now, Liam,” he said gently. His voice was soothing but there was no way I was going to let him stick that thing inside me. “I need to do this. It’s part of the exam. You’re a man now, and this comes with the territory.”

“Wh-what is that thing?” I asked.

“It’s called an anal speculum. It helps me to see inside you. It doesn’t hurt, I promise.”

“Yeah right.”

He smiled indulgently at me. “In so many ways you’re still a child. Your body is that of a man’s though. I need to check your prostate health.”

I shook my head, my ass clenching. I stood with my back to the wall. The blood had drained from every part of me.

“I’ll go very slowly,” he said. “I’ll start with something smaller if it helps.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Liam,” he said, suddenly sounding like my coach again. “I must do this. If you want to go to college and play football, then you need to get this part of the exam done.”

I hesitated. There was no way I wasn’t going to college. I’d gotten a full scholarship there to play ball and knew that eventually I’d get picked up by the pros. But first, I had to pass this exam.

“Fine,” I said, taking a deep breath. My heart skipped a beat as I stepped back towards the exam table. “Wh-what do you want me to do?”

“Lean over the table and hold yourself up with your hands, like you’re getting frisked.”

I slowly walked to the table and turned to face it. I spread out my hands and leaned over, closing my eyes.

“I’m going to start with a digital exam,” he said. I looked over to see him walk back to the side of the room and cover his right hand with a glove. He took a giant bottle of KY and spread it liberally over his fingers, taking the bottle with him as he walked back to me. He stood behind me. I tensed, but was shocked to discover that there was part of me that was curious about what he was going to do next.

“Now just relax,” he said and placed one hand on the small of my back. I felt his gloved hand move slowly between my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he began to circle my dark pink rosebud with his fingertips. The KY made everything smooth and slippery. It felt soothing as he worked his hands over me. My opening tensed, tightening as he slid the tip of his thumb inside it then retracted it just as quickly. I began to tingle. It was an odd sensation, like nothing I’d ever felt before. His thumb slipped gently inside me again and I felt my hole pulse with excitement. My cock began to harden.

“Oh,” I grunted, surprised at the strange, erotic sensations pumping through my body.

“That’s right,” Dr. Carter murmured. He was close to me, I could feel his breath on my back as he moved in tighter. “It feels good, doesn’t it? I told you not to worry.” Then his forefinger slipped inside me and stayed there. He twirled it around inside me, teasing my ass. I felt him reach deeper into me and touch something that made my whole body convulse with pleasure. A wave of pleasure rushed over me and my cock stiffened.

Suddenly, Dr. Carter retracted his finger and I felt the speculum press against the tip of my opening. He squirted some KY onto it while I stood, waiting. I was so tense I could hardly breathe. Dr. Carter reached around my hips and began stroking my cock with his ungloved hand. I was overwhelmed with sensations. The speculum pressed against my opening, hard and foreign, yet Dr. Carter’s hand was so warm and exciting as he moved it quickly up and down my throbbing shaft. I grew as hard as a rock and before I knew it the speculum was slipping inside me.

My hole widened and my back arched. Dr. Carter stopped stroking me. “Continue to stroke yourself while I do this,” he said, but I couldn’t move. I stood there, feeling the smooth edges of the speculum as he opened it inside me. My cock ached with excitement. I’d never felt anything like this before.

“Oh,” I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Dr. Carter’s fingers moved back inside me.

“I’m just testing your prostate gland by stimulating it,” he said. “I need to remove my glove so that I can feel it better.” I heard the glove come off and the squirt of the KY as he covered his bare fingertips. The speculum stayed where it was inside me, unmoving. It held me open as Dr. Carter stuck two fingers into my hole and began to stroke the soft, tender edges of my prostate gland. My body shook. My cock grew another foot as Dr. Carter teased my prostate, tapping it with his fingertips then rubbing it gently. His fingers were smooth inside my body and it turned me on knowing that he was exploring me in ways no one ever had.

“Oh God,” I groaned. “Dr. Carter, I think…” But I was too embarrassed to say the words. I didn’t want to admit that he was about to make me cum. I tried to stop myself, but it was no use. The sensations overtook me as Dr. Carter’s fingers pressed harder against my prostate. Suddenly, thick, white pearls of cum drizzled out of me, falling onto the floor. My cheeks burned as the cum dripped over my shaft.

Dr. Carter removed his fingers and closed up the speculum, pulling it out of my ass. My hole ached slightly but the erotic pleasure from what he’d done to me still lingered, dulling the ache.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking at the floor.

“Don’t be,” Dr. Carter said. “I was beginning to worry when you didn’t respond to my touch right away.”

My eyes widened. “You were trying to make me cum?”

“Of course. I told you, I must check your sexual health as well as your prostate health.”

My eyes drifted back to the floor. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Dr. Carter’s pants.

“Um,” I said, suddenly uncomfortable. “So… we’re done?” I wanted to get dressed. I suddenly felt very dirty and wanted to go home and shower.

“Not quite,” he said. “I need to ask you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

I braced myself, wondering what else he could possibly want to know.

“When I was exploring your anus, I instructed you to touch yourself. You did not. I need to know why.”

“Uh… I don’t know.” I was tired of feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Do you have a problem with masturbation?”

“No,” I said immediately, not wanting to talk about this with Dr. Carter. He’d known me since I was a baby.

“Then why didn’t you masturbate when I instructed you to?”

“I don’t know,” I said again.

“I’d like to see you masturbate,” he said.

“What?” I asked. “No way.”

“It’s part of the exam. Consider it the final step in getting your college medical forms. I’ll also be able to collect a sperm sample then, as well.”

“What do you need that for?” I asked.

“To check and make sure that your internal functions are all working as they should be. You may want to have children one day.”

“Can’t you just use the… you know… the cum I already put out?” I pointed to the white pearls that dripped off the exam table.

“That’s all been tainted. I have to gather it as soon as it comes out of you.”

“I’m not masturbating,” I told him defiantly.

“That’s fine,” he replied.

“It is?” I asked suspiciously.

“Of course. I’m happy to handle it for you. In fact, that might be better. Then I’ll be able to feel how everything functions as well as observe it.”

“You want to…” my voice trailed off. My face burned crimson.

“It’s not that I want to, you must understand. It’s that I need to in order to complete the physical. After this, you can go home and I’ll gladly sign your forms.”

“What if I just leave now?” I asked.

“Then I’m afraid you won’t be going to college this year,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but rules are rules.”

Reluctantly, I got up on the exam table and laid back.

“Excellent,” he said. “This won’t take long.”

He walked towards me slowly. I watched him, nervous, not sure what to expect. The uncertainty made me suddenly excited as well as nervous. When his hand reached for my cock, I felt my body stiffen. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see what he was doing. Part of me didn’t trust him, the other part was too excited to look away.

Slowly, his hand wrapped around my shaft. I felt the blood beat inside me, swimming suddenly to the head of my cock. His thick fingers teased my tip. The cum from when he’d played with my ass still glistened on my cock and he used it to lubricate his fingers. He slowly twirled the tip of his thumb over the tip of my cock, testing my opening. He put his thumb into his mouth, wetting it, then replaced it on my head. I felt his saliva wash over me as he moved his hand up and down. My foreskin began to retract, creating a soft puddle around the base of my glans, resulting in better friction as he began to stroke me faster and faster.

I closed my eyes.

“Leave them open,” he instructed, so forcefully that I immediately opened them. There was something intoxicating about seeing his chestnut hand wrapped around my thick, throbbing shaft. He pulled at me fast and harder, making me grow with every tug. My cock stretched towards the ceiling.

“Who would have thought the little boy I knew would grow up to be so big. You must be at least ten inches long.” He wetted his lips with his thick, pink tongue and I wetted mine too. I could feel the heat rising deep inside me.

“That’s right,” he said. “You’re a man now.” His eyes glowed brightly as my cock grew so thick he had trouble keeping his hand wrapped around it. He tightened his grip on me, yanking faster and harder, making my cock throb. The blood pulsed through me, making my tan cock glow a deep pink. I watched with excitement as Dr. Carter leaned down and pulled me into his mouth, just once, wetting me with his juices. The heat from his mouth combined with the heat from the friction he was already creating, sending my body into a frenzy.

He slid up and over me, his hand gripping me tighter and tighter until it almost hurt. My cock throbbed and suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. Hot cum spewed out of me, sailing over Dr. Carter’s dark golden skin. It glistened as it drizzled down his hand. Some got on his white lab coat but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. He grabbed a cup and caught at least half of it before it finally stopped flowing. I fell back onto the exam table, my body suddenly tired.

“There now,” he said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I can see everything is working exactly as it should be.”

“Good,” I said, still lying there.

“You can get dressed now. I’ll sign your forms and leave them with the nurse.”

“Thanks, Dr. Carter,” I said, sitting up. He handed me some paper towels so I could clean myself up and went to wash his hands.

“I’ll need to see you again in six months,” he suddenly said.

“What? Why? I thought you said I was fine.”

“You are, Liam. But after six months in college, playing football… I’ll need to see what kind of toll that’s taking on your body. You understand.”

I nodded, uncertain how I felt about seeing Dr. Carter again. This had been the strangest exam that I’d ever had.

“Good, I’ll send you a reminder notice. No need to worry. After all, that’s what I’m here for.”