Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 12:03:33 -0400
From: d l <dl2827@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Mitchell's Exam Part 4

This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and/or adult/youth sexual
relationships. If this type of material offends you, or if you are not of
legal age, please do not read any further. This material is intended for
mature adult audiences.  Names, characters, locations and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

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Dr.  Mitchell's Exam Part Four


It was getting' closer to the start of the school year and I could hardly
wait. I was nervous 'bout bein' with a bunch of new kids, but I was lookin'
forward to tryin' out for the soccer team.  Dr. Mitchell went to the same
school I was about to start, so he would tell me all about it. It sounded a
lot nicer than the one I went to before. He told me bout the gym there an'
about how they had locker rooms and all. He even bought me a new pair of
umbros and a lock for my locker since I didn't have one an' he said I'd be
needin' one. I felt funny takin' presents from him, but he insisted. I hid
the presents form my Pa 'cause I knew he'd be sore if he knew I had
accepted a gift from someone outside the family.

Dr.  Mitchell came by a few more times before the school year started and
each time was better than the last. I hoped I'd still be able to see him
once school started, and he assured me that we would. I kept thinkin' one
time he'd drop the act and lose control of himself and just fool around
with me without the doctor stuff. I guess somethin' in him couldn't face it
if he was doin' it just cause he liked it. An' I guess, in a way, it made
it easier for me to accept what we was doin' if it was under the guise of
an exam. I couldn't help but admit that I had strong feelings for him. Not
girly romantic feelings like in a Harlequin novel, but a real strong
feelin' like he was close to me, like family. He made me feel good, an' I
was happy to be around him, wanted to be like him.

Anyways, it was finally time to start school. The first week was a
blur. The school was huge, compared to my old school. It even had two
stories and a real gym and a track and everything. I felt tiny, there were
so many people. Just tryin' to find my way around was hard enough, not to
mention bein' around all these new people. I didn't talk much to anyone -
tried to stay out of everyone's way 'till I figured out what's what. I
figured maybe I'd meet some people if I made it on the soccer team.

Try-outs were on the second week of classes. I was nervous, but I had a
feelin' I'd be able to make it on the team. I went to the gym after school,
like I was 'sposed to, to get changed and ready for try-outs. I went into
the boys locker room and found an empty locker to change. There were lots
of boys there already - most of them seemed to now each other. They were
all jokin' and hollerin'. It smelled like old socks and sweat in there, but
it was a lot nicer than the tiny room we had to change in at my old
school. I was tryin' hard not to look at the other boys while they
changed. I'd never been around so many half-dressed people before. I wanted
to look so badly and check out what the other guys had in their shorts, but
I tried to just focus on what I was doin'.

As soon as I'd got my umbros on and my soccer cleats, I headed out to the
field. As I passed by the coach's office, a voice boomed out at me, "You
McCavett?"

I stopped in my tracks, scared as hell. I looked in the office and behind
the desk sat this burly guy with a fresh crew cut.

"Y-yes sir," I replied.

"Get in here and shut the door behind you," he barked.

I did as he said and stood in front of his desk, lookin' down at my feet.

"So, you're the new kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, I talked to your old coach, an' he said you was pretty good. We're
gonna hafta see how you measure up here. We got some pretty good players
ourselves."

"Yes, sir."

I looked up at him.  He had his feet up on the desk. Big feet. He was tall,
I could tell, even sittin' down. I guessed he was in his early forties,
with salt an' pepper hair. He wore a pair of white football shorts and a
dark blue polo with the school's logo on it an' a whistle 'round his
neck. He was chewin' on an' old stinky, unlit cigar, which looked like he'd
enjoyed the better part of earlier.

He looked me up an' down, sizin' me up like I was dinner.

"I see you got decent shoes an' shorts. You got a jockstrap?"

"A what?" I sputtered.

He shook his head an' laughed.

"A jockstrap. Got one or not?"

"Guess not, sir."

"Well what are you wearin' under those shorts?"

"Just my underpants, sir."

"Well drop your shorts and lets see."

"Sir?"

"I don't have time to fool around with you country bumpkins.  Now drop
those umbros and let me see what kinda underpants you got on," he said
firmly.

My face flushed and I felt like I was on fire, but I did what I was told. I
didn't want to make him angry. I grabbed the waistband of my umbros and
pushed 'em down to my knees so the coach could see my tighty whiteys.

"Well those aint gonna fly here," he said. "Seein' as how you aint got one,
maybe I can find one for you here."

Coach started diggin' around in one of his desk drawers. He came up with
somethin' and tossed it at me. I jumped and caught the yellowed mesh object
in my hand. I turned it over, a bit startled. It had these funny leg straps
and a mesh pouch for your privates. It suddenly dawned on me that it didn't
have no behind, and that this one certainly had been worn before. I was
tryin' to figure out how to wear it when coach snapped at me.

"Put it on, McCavett!"

"But, coach, I think this one's already been used."

"Do I look like I'm runnin' a department store? I aint got new ones for you
to try on. You're just gonna hafta make due."

"Yes, sir. Sorry sir." I went to pull up my shorts and head back into the
locker room.

"What do you think you're doin'?"

"I was goin' back to the locker room to put this on."

"Do it here. I wanna make sure you get it on right."

With that, coach stood up from behind his desk and came around to stand in
front of me. He sat against the back of his desk and folded his big,
muscled arms over his chest.

"I'm waitin'. Aint got all day."

I was mortified. I was gonna hafta get naked in front of my coach and put
this on with him just inches away and watchin' me. He tapped his foot
impatiently and gave me a look that told me he wasn't foolin'. I figured
I'd better do this quick. I grabbed the waistband of my tighty whiteys and
shoved them down and pulled 'em off along with my umbros. I stepped out
them and then fumbled with the jockstrap, tryin' to figure which way to get
it on.

"Well, shit! Guess I hafta do everything around here."

Coach grabbed the strap outta my hand and got on his knees before me. My
face burned red as the big, muscled coach got down before me just inches
from my dick.  Lookin' down at his close-cropped hair, I started to feel
myself bone up.  The coach was pretty good lookin', and havin' him down
there got me thinkin' all kinds of dirty thoughts.

The coach made quick work of getting' the strap untangled and had me step
into it one foot at a time. Then he stood up as he pulled it up and tugged
the mesh pouch over my slowly thickening cock and balls. I prayed he
wouldn't notice the growing of my thick dick. As he got it all the way up
he gave the pouch a squeeze and then pulled the edges out to make sure it
covered all the way around my big nuts. My breath caught and my cock
throbbed under the coach's big calloused hands.

"Turn around," he barked.

I did, quickly, glad to be able to hide my thickening meat from the
coach. He reached his hands down and ran his fingers between the leg straps
and my naked ass 'till they met in the middle under my balls. Then he gave
my right ass check a hard slap, which made me jump.

"Well, there you go, McCavett. That's your first lesson today. Now get your
shorts up and get out on the field."

"Yes, sir," I said, fumbling to get my shorts back up.


I practically ran out the door and back to my locker to stash my
underwear. My dick was quickly getting to full hard and the feel of the
mesh pouch wasn't helpin' any. Also, the feel of my exposed ass against my
shorts gave me a strange thrill. The coach's hands on my near naked body
had made hornier than all get out and I was strugglin' to keep my dick
down. Knowin' that some other jock had worn this same strap and had sweat
in it and who knows what else, gave me a weird thrill too. What I wanted to
do was run into the john and snap one off real quick. As horny as I was, I
knew it wouldn't take me a minute, but I knew I didn't have the time. I
quickly got my stuff away and turned to head back out to the field. As I
came 'round the bank of lockers I ran smack into another kid headin' in the
other direction.  The shock of our collision made my head spin.

"Shit," I said.

"Fuck," the other kid said.

"Sorry, man, I didn't see you comin'"

"Guess not, you should watch where you're goin'"

I recognized the kid from one of my classes. He was actually a year below
me, but he skipped ahead a year in geometry.

"You're Sam, right?"

"Yeah. You're the new kid. Nick?"

"Yeah, hey, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. We better hustle up though.  Coach'll be pissed if
we're draggin' our feet."

I followed him outta the locker room and onto the field. We quickly lined
up and listened to the coach give his spiel about the team an' how hard it
was gonna be an' how he was gonna work our asses off if we made it on the
team. Generally tryin' to scare the shit out of us. It was workin' on me. I
couldn't help but let my mind wander a bit as I thought about what had
happened earlier in the coach's office. Watchin' the coach pace in front of
us I couldn't help but admire his body. He looked tough, like a drill
sargeant as he barked at us.  I liked lookin' at his strong legs and thick
hairy thighs. The way his ass moved in those tight shorts. It looked like
he had some serious business in the front of his shorts and I salivated
just thinkin' about what he'd look like without those tight shorts. He
looked like a real man, kinda like my Pa. Sturdy and hard. He was real tan,
which set off his gray-blue eyes. His salt and pepper crew cut sparkled in
the strong sun. I was lettin' myself get carried away and I could feel my
cock thickening again. I quickly tried to think of something else before
things got outta hand.

Coach really put us through it. He had us runnin' all kids of drills. I was
sweatin' like crazy as we ran up and down the field in the hot afternoon
sun. We was 'sposed to pair up for some of the drills and I quickly
searched out Sam. I found him quickly and luckily he hadn't found a partner
yet. We did a couple more drills together. I was better than him, by far,
and I was glad to be able to show I was good at somethin'. At one point,
coach told us to do sit ups. One partner was to hold the others feet down
and count off. Sam went first and he got into position on the grass. He lay
on his back with his legs bent at the knees. I grabbed his feet and held
them down as he started his sit-ups. From where I was sittin' I could see
straight up Sam's shorts to his jock strap. He had real smooth thighs and I
couldn't tear my eyes away from the bulge in his strap. Sweat was drippin'
down his tanned legs as he strained to keep up with the sit-ups. Seemed I
had only one thing on my mind today.

"Nick!"

"Huh?"

"Why'd you stop countin'? Now I lost track."

Shit! I'd got so distracted I guess I'd stopped counting. Just then, coach
blew his whistle and called out for us to switch. We quickly switched
places an' I started my sit-ups. I had boned up pretty good while I was
peekin' up Sam's shorts and I was hopin' he couldn't see as well up my
shorts as I could see up his. I did notice that he seemed to be lookin' in
that direction as he counted off.

We were finally done with all the drills about two hours later. Coach had
us line up again and he gave us one more dressing down before he let us
go. We all dragged our asses back towards the locker room. Sam and I
bitched to each other about what a hard-ass the coach was. When we got
inside, coach was standin' at the entrance to his office as everyone passed
by. He was hollerin' out to everyone to get showered and get outta
there. As I passed by, coach held out at his hand and blocked me from
passing.

"In my office McCavett," coach barked.

I turned around to Sam who just gave me shrug and said, "Catch you later."

I walked into coach's office and stood in front of his desk. Coach closed
the door behind him and walked slowly around and sat down at his desk. He
opened a folder which sat at the center of his desk. He picked up that old
cigar and started chewin' on it again. I waited nervously waitin' to see
what coach wanted. Sweat dripped down my forehead and ran down my chest. I
was still hot as hell from the drills on the field. Coach looked up from
his folder and gave me a long hard look.

"Well, McCavett, you did pretty well out there today. Saw some good moves,
you look pretty quick."

"Thank you, sir," I replied, suppressing a smile. I didn't want to seem
smug.

"I think you just might make the team here after all. Just one thing
concerns me, McCavett."

"What's that, sir," I asked feeling nervous.

"Well, I got your exam results here from Dr. Mitchell."

My heart dropped into my stomach. I suddenly felt weak in the knees. I felt
my face flush. What was in there?  What had he written in the results? I
suddenly wanted to run outta that room. I couldn't move, though, and I just
stood there, frozen, with my jaw on the floor.

"Says here that you got an unusually sensitive prostate."

I felt like cryin'. I couldn't believe Dr. Mitchell put that in the report.
Now I wasn't gonna make the team. I was so embarrassed. What would the
coach think?

Coach chewed on his cigar and fixed me with a steely gaze. He leaned back
in his chair and put his feet up on the desk.

"See, I gotta make sure all my players are in perfect health. Can't take no
chances on a player that may not be up to snuff."

"But, I..."

"But what, son? What am I supposed to do here?"

"But Dr. Mitchell said I should be ok if I get it checked regularly." I was
so embarrassed tellin' him about this. I felt like I was standin' there
naked, him knowin' this private thing about me. Did he even know what kind
of exam it was?

"I got a lot on my plate already without worryin' if one of my players is
takin' care of his health. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to trust
that you're getting' this checked regularly. How am I supposed to know if
you're seein' Dr. Mitchell regularly?"

"I...I...don't know, sir."

"You don't know? You don't know.  Well, I guess you just won't be makin'
the team then."

"But, but, sir... I mean there must be a way. I want this so bad. I gotta
make the team."

"I don't know. It'd be a risk."

"But, sir, I'll do whatever you ask. Just tell me what I gotta do. Really,
Dr. Mitchell said I'd be okay."

I was in a panic. Torn between bein' embarrassed about my condition and
desperate to get on the team. I really would have done anything.

Coach gave me a long stare. Then he slowly got up from his chair and walked
around to me. He stood close so I could smell the stink of his cigar and
his manly smell. He towered over me. I was shakin', on the verge of
tears. He pulled the cigar outta his mouth.

"I guess there could be a way."

	"What is it coach?  Whatever it is I'll do it."

"'Spose I could check you out myself, on a regular basis, that is."

My pulse was racin'. What did he mean? What did he know? How much had
Dr. Mitchell written in that report? I felt like I was in all kinds of
trouble. I didn't know what to do just standin' there scared as shit.

"You know, I was a medic in the army. Got lots of experience doin'
physicals."

"Yes, sir?"

"Sure do."

I didn't know if I'd be able to handle it, havin' the coach give me a
prostate exam. Would he make me do it here?  Would I hafta get naked? I'd
die if he found out how much I liked getting' checked out up there. What if
I threw a bone while he was doin' it to me?  He'd think I was a fag and
then I'd never make it on the team.

"So, what do you think, McCavett? You wanna make the team?"

"Yes, sir!"

"So you'll agree to let me give you a thorough exam?"

"Uh...yes, of course, sir."

"Alright then, let's get to it."

"Here, sir? Now?"

"Hell yes, McCavett!" he barked.

He walked around me to the door to his office and locked it and turned to
face me again.

"I'm gonna make this easy on you, McCavett. You do as I tell you, and be a
good boy, an' I'll make sure you make the team. Now drop those umbros, put
your hands on the desk and bend over."

I hesitated a moment, and then resigned myself to the situation. If I
walked out, I'd be off the team. If I stayed here and let coach do the exam
I had a chance. I'd have to risk the coach knowin' how much it turned me on
havin' my prostate felt up.

With the coach watchin' me I pushed my umbros down, over my jockstrap and
to the floor. I fumbled my way closer to the desk and put my hands on the
desk and leaned over so my bare ass was exposed to coach.

"Guess if you done this with Dr. Mitchell, I don't need to explain what
we're gonna do," coach said. He moved around to a wall mounted cabinet. I
could hear him fishin' around there and I figured he was getting' some
cream or somethin'.

He stepped up behind me and I braced myself for what was to come.

"Get your shorts outta the way and spread your legs, McCavett."

I kicked my umbros aside and spread my legs further apart, grateful for the
time being that at least I had my jockstrap to cover up my meat in case I
threw wood.

"Good, McCavett. Now I'm gonna feel around up there, so you just relax."

I felt coach's hand feel up the back of my thigh and up to my ass check.

"Got nice, strong legs, kid. Can tell you'd be real good."

"Thanks, coach," I croaked.

I was still sweatin' pretty good in the hot, small office. I'd never really
cooled down from the field. I could feel the sweat runnin' down my back and
down my legs and ass crack.  Coach rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks and
then ran a thumb between my cheeks and right over my sweaty hole, sendin'
shivers all the way up my spine.

"Can see you're in real good shape, kid. Good strong legs, nice firm ass. A
good soccer player's gotta have a strong lower body."

With one hand he was kneading my left ass cheek and with the other he was
rubbin' on my hot, sweaty hole. He hadn't even put any cream on his fingers
yet and he was almost inside my ass. His hands all over me made my dick
start to thicken.  He was teasin' my hole, rubbin' his thick digits over my
tight pucker, makin' me crazy.

He stopped for a second to get some cream, then I felt him smear it across
my ass, usin' his thick thumb to get me all greased up.

"Take a deep breath, McCavett."

I did, and then I felt him slide his thick forefinger right up my ass. I
winced at the initial shock. He pushed it in an' out a couple of times to
let me get used to it.

"Good, McCavett."

I couldn't help it. As soon as the coach's thick finger was up my ass I
went to full hard in no time. My thick cock was pushin' hard against the
jockstrap, which I was thankful to be wearin'. Coach's finger felt so good
up there and I kinda got a thrill bein' exposed to him in this way right
there in his office while I could still hear the rest of the kids in the
showers getting' cleaned up.

Coach kept pushin' his finger in and out, deeper each time till his finger
was all the way up there and I felt him hit my prostate.

"Ungh," I moaned.

"Oh, yeah. Guess you are real sensitive. Real tight, too. How's that feel?"

"Uh, it feels real sensitive coach."

"Yeah, I can tell," he said as he continued to manipulate my sensitive
spot. He pulled his finger out and then put two of his thick fingers up my
ass. He started thrustin' his fingers faster. He was kinda rough, not like
the doctor. Still it felt so fuckin' good. I could feel my hard cock
droolin' pre-cum as he thrust his fingers in an' out, teasin' my
prostate. With his free hand, he was squezzin' my ass cheeks like he was
feelin' cantaloupes. I realized coach's interest in my condition wasn't
only medical.

"How's that feel, McCavett? That feel good?"

"Ungh, coach. It feels real sensitive."

"Make ya hard, McCavett?"

"Coach?"

"Shit, I gotta explain everything to you." He reached around and grabbed
the front of my jock, squeezin' my thick hard cock with his rough hand. My
ass reflexively squeezed hard on his fingers.

"Well, I guess it does," said coach. "Nothin' wrong with that. Perfectly
normal."

He continued massaging my prostate with his two, then three fingers. It
felt so hot, I thought I was gonna blow my load.

"Think I'm gonna have to do a more thorough exam, McCavett."

"Yes, sir?"

Could it be?

"Yeah, McCavett. You're real sensitive up there an' I wanna make sure
you're up for the team. Gonna have to get up there a little deeper."

"Yes, sir."

"Dr. Mitchell told me about your exams. Told me about how he comes by your
house sometimes and gives you a special exam. And an injection."

I felt like I was gonna pass out. I couldn't believe Dr.  Mitchell told him
about our exams. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die.  Couldn't do much
though, bent over coach's desk with his fingers buried up to the hilt. At
least he couldn't see my face.

"You ready McCavett? You wanna make the team?"

"Yes, sir," I croaked.

"So, what?"

"So...I...I...guess you'll have to give me an exam and injection like
Dr. Mitchell does." I was so embarrassed. An' he was makin' me say it.
Makin' me ask for it.

"Alright then, McCavett."

Coach slid his fingers outta my ass. I heard him undoin' his shorts and
grabbin' the cream. I couldn't see him but I imagined him slickin' up his
dick while I waited, ass exposed for what was comin'.

"You ready McCavett?"

"Yes, coach."

He stepped closer and I felt the head of his thick cock touch my
pucker. Chills ran down my spine. He ran the fat, rubbery head over my
hole, makin' me crazy. He started pushin forward with little thrusts,
testin' my tight hole.  Slowly he started pushin' in as his thick cockhead
started stretchin' my hole open. It hurt like hell as his meat was
stretchin' my ass to the limit as more of his thick head pushed
forward. With a short thrust he popped the head through my clutching ass
ring.

"Ooohhhh," I cried.

"Easy, kid. Take a deep breath."

He held still as my ass adjusted to his massive cock. It felt thicker than
the doctor's. I tried to relax my ass muscles, knowin' the pain would soon
be gone."

"Good, McCavett," coach said as he slowly slid more of his cock meat up my
sweaty chute. He would shove a little more in, and then pull back out. The
pain quickly went away as I felt coach getting' deeper up my ass. His cock
felt impossibly thick and long as he slid more of it up in me and still he
wasn't all the way in. His fat cockhead bumped my prostate and I groaned
with pleasure.

"That it McCavett? That your sensitive spot?"

"Oh yeah, coach."

He rubbed his cock back an' forth across my sensitive spot makin' me weak
with pleasure and my cock throb against the tight, mesh pouch. He was
makin' me crazy with his thrusts. Then, suddenly, he shoved all the way in
an' I felt his hairy nuts slap my ass. My breath caught as I felt him fill
me completely. He was leanin' hard on me tryin' to shove himself even
further up my tight ass. Slowly he pulled back and all the way out. Then he
slowly pushed back in so just the head was in. then out again. In and out,
makin' me crazy wantin' him to shove it all the way up me and fuck the hell
outta me. He kept up just slippin' me his fat head 'till it ran across my
prostate again an' I arched my back from the pleasure.

"Oh yeah, son, you are real sensitive. Squeeze!" he barked.

"Sir?"

"Squeeze your ass, kid!"

I squeezed as hard as I could around coach's thick meat as he plunged in
and outta me.

"That's it, kid. Let me feel you work that ass."

He was fuckin' me harder now with long hard strokes. The feel of his thick
meat poundin' my ass was drivin' me wild. I kept squeezing on his meat as
he fucked me harder, his big nuts slappin' my ass. I loved the feel of his
hairy thighs against the back of my legs. He made no effort to hide the
pleasure he was takin' from this.

"Good, McCavett. Keep squeezing that ass.  Gonna make sure we get a real
thorough exam. Gonna check that prostate good.  Oh, yeah that's tight"

My dick was throbbin' hard as coach fucked the hell outta me. He started
pullin' all the way out and then slammin' his fat cock all the way back in
me, makin' me shudder all over. I gripped the edge of the desk hard and let
my head rest on the folder as he continued to take my ass.

"Gonna give you an injection. Gonna give it to you soon, McCavett. You
ready kid?"

"Oh yeah, coach, I need it. Give it to me."

"Yeah, I know you want it. Can't wait for it can you? Squeeze harder, kid"

He slapped my ass hard as he kept fuckin' me deep. His rough talk an' his
rough fuckin' had me so close to cummin'. My balls were tight up against me
and I felt like I was gonna blow at any second. My dick straining hard
cramped up, soakin' the mesh fabric with precum. I felt dizzy an' my knees
went weak. Coach reached around and grabbed my dick through my jockstrap
and started jackin' me off through the rough fabric. Then he moved down and
started squeezin' my big, full nuts as he slammed his fat cock all the way
up my ass.

"Oh shit, coach."

"Gonna cum, kid?"

"Oh yeah coach - can't help it."

"Go ahead, McCavett. Let it go."

"Aw, fuck."

His fat cock up my ass and his rough hands on my cock and nuts sent me over
the edge. My ass spasmed hard on his thrusting meat and my whole body
seized up.

"Ungh!"

Cum started pumpin' outta my thick cock as coach continued to pound me. The
harder he pounded, the harder I shot my thick load into the sweaty
jockstrap.

"Oh shit, McCavett. Gonna get your injection - gonna give it to ya now."

I felt coach's cock thicken and throb as he started pumpin' me full of his
hot cum.

"Here it comes, kid. Take it."

Coach was thrustin' hard as he shot his huge load all the way up my ass. My
cock was still pumpin' out my thick load which started drippin' outta the
jock and hittin' the floor.

"Aw yeah, take it all, McCavett."

Finally coach started to slow as the last of his cum shot outta his
dickhead an' up my ass. My own orgasm was subsiding and I was panting with
exhaustion. Coach slowed till he was hardly movin, an' then he stopped
completely, still buried up my tight ass.

"Hold still, now, an' I'm gonna pull this out."

I did as he said as he started to withdraw his impossibly long cock from my
ass. I stayed put as I listened to him wipe up an' get his shorts back up.

"Alright, McCavett you can put your shorts back on. An' clean up that mess
you made on the floor."

I got my shorts quickly and got some paper towels to clean up the
floor. Coach went back to behind his desk an' sat down again. As I got my
shorts on I turned to face coach who was watchin' me with a grin.

"Looks like you're gonna make the team after all. But, we're gonna hafta
keep an eye on your condition. Understand McCavett?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now get the hell outta here. Get showered up an' we'll see you next week
for practice."

I made quick work of getting' outta there. The locker room was deserted by
the time I was out there. I took a long, hot shower alone, goin' over what
just happened. Guess I couldn't be mad at the doctor for tellin' coach
'bout me. He must've known the coach would want to give me an
exam. Probably knew how much I'd love it too. An' he would've been right. I
did love it. I liked the way coach was rough with me. I was lookin' forward
to a good season!

I got dressed and got my knapsack. I was headin' outta of the gym into the
late afternoon. As soon as I got out, I spotted Sam leanin' up against the
outside of the building.  When he saw me he waved an' ran up to me.

"What happened in there?" Sam asked.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked. I was nervous he might have guessed somethin'.

"I mean what the hell were you in there for so long? Coach pissed at you
about somethin'."

"Nah."

"Well what, then?"

I smirked.

"I'll tell you about it some other time."