Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 06:16:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coach and Shy Kid - Part 3

The next morning, I get up and get dressed, and I head right over to
Coach's. I want to hang out. If he's busy, I'll just come back.

I walk through the park and around the back to go up the stairs, like he
showed me. When I get to the top, I look through the big glass door to see
if he's there. I knock on the door and wait. I don't see anybody inside. I
don't hear anything.

I step back and arch my neck to look through his bedroom window. The bed
has a pile of pillows and sheets. I can't tell if he's in there
sleeping. Then the door opens in front of me. Coach is standing there
wearing just a big blue towel around his waist and a smile.

"Hey Tom, come on in," he says. I'm a little surprised. I guess he just got
out of the shower. I point over my shoulder and fumble to say that I could
come back some other time if he's busy. He waves me in and says it's no
problem.

We're in the kitchen, and he pours us both some water. It's nice after the
long walk. Even in the morning, it's hot. We both drink and make polite
conversation. I'm very aware of the fact that he's only wearing a
towel. I've seen him with his shirt off, practically memorized it, and he's
seen me without a shirt too. This is a little different, though.

"Does this make you uncomfortable, Tom?" he asks.  "Oh, maybe a little," I
say.

"Let me show you how guys get dressed in locker rooms most of the time," he
says. I get a little flustered. I figure he's going to take the towel off
in front of me like sports guys do.

He grabs a pair of gym shorts from a pile next to the laundry machines, and
holds them down by his feet. "We can have a conversation while I get
dressed without it being uncomfortable," Coach says. He slides the shorts
up his legs, under his towel. He loosens it and reaches his hand in by his
waist to pull them up the rest of the way. He flaps the towel open. I think
the top of his butt is still exposed as he pulls the shorts all the way up.

"Ta da!" he says, now dressed in shorts, still no shirt, and I being to
wonder that I guess he's not wearing underwear.

"Yeah, that's a good way to do it if you're shy," I say.

Coach explains that most guys my age are kind of shy, even if they're used
to changing for sports or gym class. He tells me that most guys change with
their backs turned and don't look around, like it's an unwritten rule.

I ask if we can hang out, and Coach says that he has to take a bunch of
stuff over to the school, but invites me to help him. I gladly agree. Coach
puts a shirt and shoes on, grabs a big ring of keys, and we walk out the
back, down to the garage, and carry some big bags of sports equipment
across the street and into the school.

In the parking lot, two kids run up to Coach. They're maybe a year younger
than me, and they're twins. Coach introduces them to me with some kind of
similar names that I forget. We say hi to each other the way kids do. They
hand him some papers.

"I know we're late, but we just got our physicals yesterday," one
says. Coach looks at the papers. They're physical exam forms for them to
play on the baseball team.

"Okay, these are fine," Coach says. "Don't worry about being late. I still
have to get mine done, too!" The twins laugh and run off, saying they'll
see him later that day for a game.

Coach and I go into the locker room and drop the gear we were carrying. He
opens up a little cage for it, and we put it all inside. I look around at
the lockers. This side of the locker room is for the teams, and the other
side is used for gym class. There's a little room in the middle with glass
windows that's an office for coaches and gym teachers.

Then there are showers that wrap around to each side. I've never really
looked into the shower area. I peek in. There's a bunch of hooks on one
wall for towels. Then it's a big row of shower heads.

"It'd be nicer if there were individual shower stalls," Coach says to me. I
didn't know he was standing right behind me. "But most guys just get in and
out." I nod. I'm now thinking how Coach must think of me as this shy idiot.

"Hey, I gotta take a piss. How about you?" Coach asks. I'm a little
surprised that he doesn't say 'pee.' I do have to, and I nod. We walk
around the corner to a bathroom area with big sinks, a few stalls, and a
line of urinals. I'm headed for a stall, like I always do, and I'm thinking
about how that'd look.

"Let me show you how guys piss at a urinal," Coach says. Again, I'm taken
aback. I don't know what he means. We're standing and looking at the
urinals. "It's just a few simple rules. You keep an empty one between you
and the next guy, unless they're all being used. You look straight down or
straight ahead. You don't make conversation. Okay?

I nod, and we walk over to the line of four urinals. Coach takes the one
all the way to the left. I go all the way to the right. I look straight
ahead, but I look over at him out of the corner of my eye. He's looking
straight ahead too, but I think he's also looking at me out of the corner
of his eye. I guess Coach flops right out. I'm trying not to look. I unzip
and flop my dick out, kind of covering it with my hand and turning my back
a bit to him.

After about three seconds, I hear him peeing. I try to relax. Finally it
starts coming. It's a good thing I really had to go, or I'd just be
standing there doing nothing. I've literally never peed at a urinal
before. I've always either held it in or gone into a stall or pretended
like I just had to wash my hands and then left.

Coach finishes before me and walks over to wash his hands. I finish up,
flip out the last bit, zip up, and join him at the sink. He gives me a
little smile. As we walk out, he surprises me with a little pat on the side
of my butt. "Good job, son," he says.

We walk outside, and he tells me that there's a game today if he wants to
hang out and watch. I figure he'll be busy, so I decline. I say that I'll
head home.

He stops, and we stand next to each other. "Tom," he says. "I have to get
my physical with the doctor tomorrow. Do you want to come and see what it'd
be like? I know you're not a fan of doctors, but this guy is a friend of
mine, and all the kids on the team see him, and then you can know what
happens."

I'm surprised, but I'm intrigued. "Doesn't everybody have to line up all at
once?" I ask. Coach shakes his head no.  "No, it's not like that. Everybody
just has to go see a doctor to get looked at," he explains.

"Do you have to be naked the whole time?" I ask. Coach shakes his head no.
"Nope," he says. "Doctors know how people feel about them, especially if
they're not used to it."

"Um," I say. "Okay, I guess."  "Alright," Coach says. "Just meet me at my
place at 10 tomorrow."

The next morning, I walk through the park to Coach's house. He's standing
in the driveway. We say hi, and we get into his truck, and drive about 15
minutes to a doctor's office. We're sitting in the waiting room. There's a
few other people also waiting. The doctor comes out.

"Hey Coach!" he says. I guess everybody does call him that. Coach says hi
to them. They shake hands. I get up and stand over with them.  "This is
Tom," Coach says. I shake the doctor's hand, and he says for us to walk
back with him.

Coach says, "Doc, Tom here is a little curious about what actually happens
in a physical."  "Well Tom," the doctor says to me with a smile, "I really
just take a look and a listen at everything and make sure it's all in
working order. You can watch the whole process."

"Okay, Coach," the doctor says, "hop up on the table and we'll get
started. Tom, sometimes a doctor will want his patient to get completely
undressed at the beginning, but that's not necessary. I know a lot of guys
your age are a bit shy, so we just go step by step."

I nod my head. Coach is sitting on a little table with his legs hanging
over the edge. The doctor takes a little flashlight and looks in his eyes
and ears and mouth. He explains each step that he's doing. He asks Coach to
unbutton his shirt, and he puts a stethoscope against his chest and
listens. Then he lifts up Coach's shirt in the back, puts his stethoscope
there to listen.

"Now, Tom," did that look too scary to you? I shake my head no. "What do
you think about taking a turn?" I look blankly at him, and then at Coach. I
shrug my shoulders and stand up.

Coach and I switch places, and the doctor follows the same process on
me. It's really not a big deal. I'm wearing a T-shirt, so the doctor just
slides his hand up the front to listen and then up the back to listen.

"There, everything's excellent, Tom," the doctor says. "Now, let's have
Coach back up and I'll show you what comes next." We switch again.

"Coach, why don't you go ahead and take off your shirt and pants now?" the
doctor asks. Now I'm thinking about whether I'll be asked to do this step
too. The doctor turns to me. "Tom, I'm going to check Coach's legs. With
those shorts you have on, you wouldn't have to take them off for me to
check yours."

I guess Coach told the doctor in advance that I was coming and was shy. Now
Coach is taking off his shirt, which I've seen before, but he's also taking
off his pants. He's wearing just his underwear. They're white boxers with
little red hearts all over them.

"Don't laugh," he says. "They were on sale after Valentine's Day." The
doctor takes coach over to a scale and weighs him. Then he has him stand up
against the wall to check his height. Then he has him bend over, and the
doctor looks at his back.

"I'm checking to make sure his back is straight," the doctor says to
me. Then he turns back and looks. "Coach, I'm just going to nudge these
down a little." Then the doctor holds Coach's boxers and slides them down
an inch or two. The top of Coach's buttcrack is exposed.

"Great, now sit up on the table," the doctor says. Coach sits. "Now lift
your arms up over your head, please," the doctor commands. Coach does, and
the doctor feels around Coach's neck and armpits and down to his ribs. I
can see the fuzz under his arms. Coach smiles at me, I guess to let me know
it's okay.

"Okay, now lie back," the doctor says. Coach does. The doctor pulls out a
shelf from inside the table, and Coach's legs rest on them. The doctor's
back is to me, as he hovers over Coach. "Come around here and watch, Tom,"
says the doctor. I get up and stand next to him.

The doctor puts a stethoscope against Coach's stomach and listens,
re-positions it a few times, then wraps it around his neck. Then the doctor
starts feeling around with his fingers and tapping. Coach gives me another
smile. The doctor reaches for the sides of Coach's underwear. "Just sliding
them down a bit."

I watch as the waistband goes from around Coach's navel down an inch,
exposing a trail of hair, down an inch exposing flat skin, and down even
more to rest just above his pubes. I can kind of see them. The doctor pokes
around, but I can tell he's being gentle.

"Okay, everything's good, Coach," the doctor says. Coach sits up. They both
look at me.

"What do you think, Tom?" Coach asks. "Do you want to give it a try?"  I
say okay. Coach gets down and stands there in just his underwear while I
get up. They wait as I take off my shirt.

The doctor takes me over and weighs me, checks my height, and has me bend
over. He looks at my back and rests his hand flat against my spine. He says
my back looks fine.

Then he has me sit on the table. "Arms up!" he says. I lift my arms up, and
the doctors fingers roam around my skin and under my armpits. I try not to
let it tickle me. Coach and I look at each other. Then the doctor asks me
to lie back, and I do.

The doctor listens to my stomach with a stethoscope for a while. Then he
steps down lower on my body. "I'm just going to slide these down a little,
Tom. Okay?" I nod yes and look up at the ceiling.

He slides my gray shorts down. The white waistband of my briefs is
showing. I wonder if my underwear isn't cool. I look over at Coach, and
he's looking at my body. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. "See, it's
nothing," he says. "No big deal."

The doctor slides his thumbs and fingers into the elastic of my underwear
and inches it down, just as he did for Coach. As he does, I can feel it
sliding off my butt in the back. As the waistband slides down, I look at my
stomach. The skin is showing. I can see faint little hairs. He inches down
pretty far. I wonder what would happen if I sprang a boner at this moment.

He rests the fabric low on my hips, just barely keeping my privates
covered. He massages around and taps his fingers. Coach looks.

"Okay, that's it," the doctor says.

"Really, that's all?" I ask.

"Well," says the doctor, "there's one last thing to check. It's very
important, but we keep it for last, because it's pretty private. Coach, I'm
going to check you for a hernia now."

Coach steps over, and I watch as he lets his boxers fall to the floor. I
can see everything. I've never seen another naked guy in person like
this. I just stare.

"Tom," Coach says. "You can either look straight ahead, or you can just
look if you want. It's perfectly natural." I don't know what to do. I look
around for a bit but then just watch to see what happens. Coach's dick is
pretty big, but it's not like he has a hardon or anything. He's hairy but
not really hairy. His balls are big.

The doctor reaches his hand under Coach's balls and tells him to
cough. Coach turns his head to the other side and coughs into his
hand. Then the doctor tells him to do it again. He does. When he coughs,
his stomach goes in and his dick bounces up.

Then, as quick as it started, it was over. The doctor stopped, and Coach
pulled his boxers back up.

They looked at me. "Tom, you don't have to do that last step," Coach
said. I felt stupid.

"No, it's okay," I said. I took a deep breath, and I shucked my clothes
down. I stood there in front of them, thinking a billion thoughts. I
couldn't believe that I was doing it.

Coach looked me right in the eye, as the doctor came over and held the
bottom of my nuts. He told me to cough, and I did. He said it again, and I
coughed again.

"Okay, you're all done," said the doctor. I turned and slid my shorts back
on. Coach was putting his pants on. We both put our shirts on. We shook the
doctor's hand.

"See, if you wanted to play a sport," said the doctor, "the physical is no
big ordeal. Every guy has to go through it, and we're already done."

I nodded. Coach said thanks again.

On the way down the hallway, Coach gave me another slap on the behind with
a "Way to go." I smiled and felt proud.

More to come