Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 15:21:28 EST
From: Josh90509@aol.com
Subject: Athletic Physical

Athletic Physical

I had been looking after Brittany for a long time, and had been following her
almost monthly for her asthma.  It was amazing how she was able to continue to
play varsity basketball at her high school.  Every so often her boyfriend, and
now fiance, came with her.  Brad, her boyfriend said little, although when he
wasn't around she always talked about him.  A superb swimmer, he apparently
had a shot at the Olympics.  His hope was to eventually be a swimming coach at
a high school or college.

Once following an exam I made some small talk asking how Brad was doing.  She
related that everything was going well.  The only problem was that he forgot
to show up for the athletic department physical and couldn't start the season
without the okay of a doctor.  Even though just a mere formality (he was a
superbly conditioned athlete) the school rules were strict-he couldn't even
practice without clearance.  A legal thing.  It was proving hard to get into a
doctor putting everything on hold.  I saw where this was going so I
volunteered to see Brad for free on a Saturday morning when I was in finishing
up paper work.

Brad showed up the next Saturday, saying little. I was a little taken aback by
the three-page questionnaire that he brought with him.  More than just a
formality.  I went through the page and a half of questions, then saw the
detailed physical exam the form demanded.  I was surprised they did so much on
all these athletes.  Anyway this was going to allow me the opportunity to see
what was under his baggy clothing.

Brad was short (about 5'7") and not particularly athletic looking.  He was
tanned with  bleached blonde hair swept straight back.  Not a man of many
words.  After asking all of the requisite questions, I handed him a gown and
asked him to get changed for an exam.  He handed me back the gown and said he
didn't need it.  Somewhat irritated (didn't this kid realize that I was doing
him a favor?) I told him that for the purposes of the exam he had to take off
all of his clothes.  He ignored me and started to undress, not in the changing
room, but right in front of me.  Couldn't believe the attitude of the guy.  Oh
well I wouldn't mind examining him in nothing but his underpants.

Well he took me at my word.  Without modesty he took off all of his clothes.
Butt naked.  I was stunned.  He had a tremendous body, sculpted all lines.
All over tan.  In addition he had shaved off all off his underarm hair, pubic
hair and leg and arm hair.  He looked as hot as any model you could imagine.
I immediately became erect, fortunately hidden by my white coat.  He sat up on
the exam table completely relaxed.

I went through the exam, noticing how erect his nipples became when the cold
stethoscope touched them.  Abdominal exam was less than helpful in view of his
rock hard abdominal wall muscles.  Finally I asked him to kneel down for a
rectal exam.  Inserting a gloved finger into his tight hole, I massaged his
prostate, with my bare left hand resting on his back.  I then took off the
glove and put on a new pair and asked Brad to stand up.  Still proud and
without any modesty he stood and turned to face me (I was sitting down in my
chair).  I was stunned to see his fully erect dick measuring at least 7 or 8
inches.  His uncut cock was not inches from my face.  With my heart pounding,
I reached up and felt his balls with my gloved hand.  He reached backward and
grabbed a hold of the foot rests on the exam table and arched his back.  Then
I started to feel the shaft of his uncut dick.  He closed his eyes and
murmured softly.  He clearly was aroused and was enjoying it.  As much as I
wanted to swallow him, I thought I might lose my license for doing so.  I
couldn't resist gently stroking his shaft.  Ten or eleven soft strokes later
and Brad was shooting jets of cum.  It seemed as if he shot five or six blasts
of jizz onto the tiled floor.  Once done, he went over to the couch and
dressed in silence. I hurriedly got some Kleenex and cleaned up the floor. 
Flustered I filled out the remaining blank spaces on the form and handed it to
him. Without as much as a thank you he left the exam room.

Needless to say I have offered to do his physical next year if he needs one!