Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 12:00:09 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dwight: The Physical

(This is pure fiction, read no further if illegal in your area or if you
have a problem with a doctor seducing a teen male patient)

I'm a family physician in a very small farming community in Orange County
Indiana.  I won't give you the name of the town but there was a prominent
basketball player who hailed from the area.

As a result of this one man's prowess on the basketball court, nearly every
young man in the area has dreams of being the next basketball star.  With
several top college teams in the region, (IU, U of L, Perdue, UK...the list
goes on) there is a semblance of hope for these youngsters should they have
talent, and above all, the drive.

I had been in the area for a couple of years and tried to become part of
the community.  I took part in the various Fish Fries, County Fairs, and go
to the local sports games whenever possible.  One of my jobs was to assist
with doing the sports physicals for the various middle and high schools in
the area.

Often these were little more than cattle calls...line `em up, do as
thorough an exam as we could, sign the papers and let them go.  The local
physical therapy clinic, the local hospital and several of the other Family
doctors or Pediatricians in town would help out.  We did our best to find
problems with the kids that might endanger their health should they play
rigorous sports.  Fortunately by the time these kids came to us most of the
ones with the heart murmurs, bad scoliosis or other problems had been found
out long ago.

This year, it was my office that hosted the physical marathon.  We had a
group of about 100 kids come through one Saturday morning...the docs all
pitched in and bought coffee and doughnuts for the workers and other
volunteers.  Indeed, it was a fun time for us and we truly enjoyed the
process even though it was work.  Most of the kids were pleasant and fun to
deal with.  There were five of us docs and we had each seen about twenty
kids over the course of the morning.

We had just seen the last athlete when my phone rang and I sat back in my
private office to complete the call.  It was an old buddy of mine and we
were generally chewing the fat, catching up on the kids, their recent
vacation, the extended family etc.

One by one, the workers would stick their head in the door and mouth the
words "I'm leaving now..." and I would wave them off mouthing my thanks,
giving them a thumbs up or some other symbol of friendly gratitude.  My
medical assistant was the last one to leave.  As she stepped into my office
to say goodbye, the back door to my office opened (we could hear the chime)
and a lanky 15 year old boy sauntered up and asked if he was too late.

"My folks and me were on vacation and didn't get the message about today
being the day for the physicals until this morning when we got back and got
the message on our voice mail at home. "

I recognized the boy as being a pretty decent ball player, who had yet to
gain control over his rapidly growing body.  I excused myself to my friend
for a moment, asked DeeDee, my assistant if she would go ahead and get the
youngster's vitals, weight and check his vision.  I told her to just put
him in one of the exam rooms and I would finish my call and then tend to
the exam and lock up after finishing.

A few minutes later, DeeDee stuck her head in the door, said "He's all
yours Dr. Keith...I'm outta here.  Have to get home, get the kids and head
over to the in-laws for a cookout."

I said goodbye to my buddy, followed DeeDee to the back door and locked up
after she left the building.  I was tired and didn't really mind doing this
one more, but I didn't want to chance having to take care of any further
stragglers.

After closing up, I gathered up my stethoscope and entered the exam room.
I glanced at the High School Athletic form and recognized the name of the
young man sitting on the table.

"Hi Dwight!" I said and offered him my hand.  One thing about these country
boys, they are polite.  He shook my hand firmly and said

"I coulda come back another time Doc...I didn't mean to have you stay late
just for me."

"My pleasure," I replied.  I had no idea that by the time the session was
through that this statement would have been quite so true.

Dwight had just turned 15, was beginning his sophomore year in high school
He stood about 5'10" and weighed in at 140 pounds.  A bit thin and lanky,
but he had the appearance that he would soon fillout well.  All the farm
work he did would add to the muscle mass soon enough.  His family owned a
several thousand acre grain operation in the area, were well off as farmers
go, the land being in the family for generations and having had several
members with very good business acumen.

They had diversified and not only raised crops, but sold seed corn and
wheat seed also various chemicals and fertilizers needed for farming.  One
of Dwight's Uncles owned a tractor and farm machinery dealership in the
area, another was a conservation officer and he had an aunt that was an
extension agent.  I was pretty sure that all of the businesses were family
owned and they all had some say in what went on business wise.  They were
truly fine folks and always pleasant to deal with.

Dwight had light brown hair with sun made highlights.  His eyes were dark
brown; he had just a minor touch of facial acne and had the earliest
beginnings of whisker growth.  Most of his facial hair was peach fuzz, but
I could see that he had to shave his chin every couple of weeks or so.

He had the tell-tale white band of farmer's tan at the top of his forehead
and the un-tanned portions of his lanky arms were visible due to the
basketball jersey he wore.

He had large hands with long thin fingers...great for basketball grabbing
(and for other things I would soon learn). Since I could take my time, I
engaged him in small talk about school, his hobbies, the family farm etc.
Nothing heavy just something to make the time pass.  He was a pleasant
conversationalist and obviously a smart and well read youngster.

I did the exam of his head, eyes, ears, throat etc.  I passed him with
flying colors.  I had him take his jersey top off, not because it would
make it easier for me to hear his breath sounds and his heart, but because
I am attracted to boys his age and whenever I have a chance to legitimately
perv on their bodies I take it.  I had messed around with a few boys his
age in the past, but it was always in a larger community, less chance of
getting in trouble, especially since I met the boys at gay bars and they
were clearly underage. I hadn't had the opportunity arise since moving
here.  I did get into Indy a couple of times a month and would pick up a
twink there for some fun.  I consider myself bisexual but do have a soft
spot in my heart and a hard cock in my pants for adolescent males.

His nipples were slightly prominent as is common for boys undergoing
pubertal changes.  There wasn't any underlying breast tissue, but his
areolae had the appearance of the nubbins commonly seen on 11 year old
girls...nips only, no tits.

He had a couple of stray hairs surrounding both of his nipples and a
sprinkling of hair in his arm pits.  He had freshly showered before coming
in that was obvious.  He smelled like Irish Spring and his hair smelled
like Prell or something similar. Thank goodness he hadn't drenched himself
in Axe like 90% of the others today.  There was no other hair on his chest
and no treasure trail on his flat abdomen.

I auscultated his heart and lungs, did an upper body musculoskeletal exam
checking him thoroughly for rotator cuff issues and the like.  I had him
lie back flat on the exam table, bend his knees and put his feet flat on
the table.

"Your job is to say ouch if anything hurts!" I said, this being part of my
usual banter with patients.  "I'm going to palpate your belly to feel for
masses or enlarged organs...tell me if something is painful."

Dwight replied "Yes Sir" and as I examined his belly he pulled back a
little... "I'm still a bit ticklish Doc"

I told him that lots of people were even adults, that it would sort of go
away as he aged but it wasn't a problem if it didn't.  I checked his knees
for meniscal injury and his hips as well.  I had him sit up and dangle his
legs at the edge of the table.

I sat on my rolling stool and told him that the next part of the exam was
to check the ligaments in his knees.  I was really giving this kid a truly
good exam.  It was nice to be able to take plenty of time and do things
right.

I grasped his nearly smooth legs and checked the medial and lateral
collateral ligaments on each leg...the ones that give stability from
sideways forces.  Then I turned attention to his cruciate ligaments, the
ones that give stability for anterior/posterior forces.

"All good here" I told him as I finished his right leg and turned my
attention to the left side.

Dwight was wearing really baggy silk like polyester gym/basketball shorts.
His relatively thin legs combined with the baggy legs allowed me to steal
glances up his thighs.  The kid was going commando...Christ on a crutch...I
could see his nut sack.  I was so thankful for this sneak peak of teen
genitalia.

As sneakily as I could I rotated his left leg a little bit at the hip and
said, lying through my teeth, "Dwight, I need you to lie back down so I can
take another look at your hips from that position.  I think I felt a little
click and I want to check it out with you in the prone position.

He readily obliged and I was able to sneak some pretty lengthy glances up
the legs of his shorts at his package.

He had a mildly haired nut sack with what appeared to be large walnut sized
balls...the left one dangling lower than the right.  While I was
manipulating his leg at the hip I quickly alternated glances from his
crotch to his face to make sure he wasn't seeing me checking out his junk.

He had a moderate amount of thick dark brown pubic hair that crowned a cut
cock of average thickness which appeared to be about 4 inches long in the
soft state.

After messing with his leg, which was absolutely fine (and no...I did NOT
feel guilty about what I was doing) I said... "All is fine...sit up again"

I had him get off of the table and stand in front of me while I put him
through the dexterity and balance exams.  He passed with flying colors.

"Well, Dwight...only one part left and you know what that is!"  I said in a
joking manner.  "Time to drop, turn and cough!"

He blushed in a quite attractive way and said. "Doc...I have to tell you I
lied about the reason I came in late to the exam."

"What is it Dwight?" I replied.

"Well, it's kind of weird and really embarrassing...as a matter of fact, it
keeps me from showering after gym and games and such...it gets me in
trouble with the PE teachers and my coaches, but I can't help it."  He
started out this phrase with a fairly firm voice, but by the end he was
almost whispering and his voce had gotten shaky.

"Well, being a doctor, I've either seen or heard nearly everything that
there is...tell me what's bothering you and, you know, it will only be
between us.  Nothing said here will ever be told to another soul without
your complete approval."

I looked at his nearly smooth face, with the fine peach fuzz sprouting on
his cheeks, upper lip and chin and his eyes were filling up with tears.

"Have a seat Dwight and let's talk..."

He said "no, I don't need to sit; it's just that I always get a boner when
I see the other guys in the shower and every single darn time I get one of
these exams my dick gets hard."

I thought to myself... "Well my son...that makes two of us!"  Mr. Happy was
hard and leaking and seeking release.

"You know" I said to him, looking directly into his brown eyes, which
seemed to be getting even darker...that's not as rare an occurrence as you
might think.  Guys don't necessarily admit to it and I admire your courage
and appreciate the fact that it's hard to discuss, but with guys, hormones
are always doing funny things and just about anything that is even a little
bit sexy can make them as hard as a rock in a split second."

He seemed a little bit more relaxed but still...something lingered.

"Let's finish up the exam and we can talk about it a bit more later."

"Okay, he said" and dropped his gym shorts to his knees.  Owing to his thin
legs, they fell all the way to the floor.

He wasn't kidding...his cock was at full staff, bouncing with the beat of
his heart.  Fully erect he was a respectable 6.5 inches or so and about as
big around as the cardboard center part of a roll of toilet tissue.  He was
cut and there was a deep purple hue to the ridge of tissue at the base of
the glans...the corona (Latin for crown). The head of his cock was a dusky
pink and there was a just barely visible glistening of moisture at the end
of his urethra.

I checked his testes, which were indeed large walnut sized and smooth as
they should be.  I did the turn and cough check for hernias as I would
usually do, trying to ignore the rigid shaft of teen male potency just mere
millimeters away from my probing fingers.

The last part of the genital exam is to milk the urethra...that is to
gently squeeze the penis at the base and massage forward toward the
head...this is to express any discharge which may be a sign of infection.

The effect this had on Dwight was to produce a large volume of pre-cum that
dripped out of his cock and stretched to the floor.

I was about to cum in my pants.

"Doc...Dwight said, quietly and shyly, "I bet you have guys get hard during
exams a lot don't ya?"

I answered, "Yes...more than you'd think"

"And I bet that some of them are my age too right?"

"Sure...and some older guys get hard to, especially when I do a rectal exam
on them."

This last statement actually seemed to get Dwight's attention.

He added "I get hard in the showers at school, I know it's not just from
being naked, it's...it's...It's from seeing the other guys naked, I know it
is...I wonder if I might be gay!"

"Well, Dwight" I replied, "like I said earlier, the male hormone is what
creates the sex drive, and at your age it doesn't take much to make a dude
horny...as a matter of fact, a lot of guys your age wonder the same thing
about their sexual orientation...some are gay, some are straight, and
others are bisexual."



"Well," he stammered, "do any of the guys that get boners have to jack off
or do anything to make the boner go away?"

I decided to lie through my teeth "Certainly, it happens quite frequently.
Go ahead if you'd like."

He had a look of relief on his face and began stroking his penis
slowly...looking me in the eye as he began.  This had the effect of making
me incredibly horny and willing to take risks that I never had done with a
patient before.

I told him that it was quite normal for guys his age to experiment with
each other.

"What do you mean?"

I said, "Well, it's pretty common for guys to masturbate with each other
while looking at porn or just when hanging around.  Some of them even do it
to the other one...it feels way different to have another person stroke you
off. "

Dwight's eyes got wide at this..."did you ever do that?"

Hoping to be invited to assist with his problem I answered truthfully "yes,
quite often as a matter of fact, I was one horny dude back then (as I am
now...details, details!)

He continued to slowly stroke his meat with his right hand and began to
fondle the luscious orbs that were his testicles with his left.

"Would you do me?" he asked..."I don't have any guy friends that I feel
like would want to do that to me".

I thought he probably did, he was a good looking athlete, well bred,
friendly, and he was just shy.



I said, "Dwight, I could get into a lot of trouble for doing that..." and
left the thought dangle.

"I wouldn't tell a soul Doc."  He spat out. "I want to know what it feels
like and I need some relief soon!"

Throwing caution to the wind, and perhaps my license and freedom out the
window, I sat back down on my rolling stool and gladly but gently moved
Dwight's hand off his cock and replaced it with my own.

His cock was similar enough to mine and felt so good in my hands.  That he
agreed with the feeling good part was evident by the gasp that escaped his
mouth as he reared his head back.

His knees began to tremble and shake a little and he bent them just a bit
for some stability.  I slowly stroked up and down his leaking pipe with my
right hand and fondled his wonderful balls with my left.  His prick was
pouring out the precum and I decided to go for broke.

"Dwight," I said to him with a catch in my voice "prop yourself up on the
edge of the table...I have something else to show you that you're gonna
love."

He did as I requested, his knees spread adequately to let me position
myself on my stool between them and I leaned forward and engulfed the tip
of his cock in my mouth.  I heard him gasp loudly and within seconds he
blurted out.

"God this is great!"

I bobbed up and down on his tasty cock and savored the precum that poured
from the tip.  From time to time I would take my mouth off of his prick and
lick and suck on his ball sack and his testes.  The boy was enjoying every
second as witnessed by the frequent `yes, that's it' and `oh my god' and
`shit' phrases coming from his mouth in throaty murmurs.

After a few minutes of my oral administrations I heard.

"Doc...I'm gonna blow!"

This notification did nothing but encourage me to continue.  I applied a
bit more suction, used a little more tongue and was rewarded with several
blasts of thick sweet teen cum.  I swallowed it all down greedily.

After his breathing slowed a bit, he looked at me with a killer grin and
nearly gasping for breath he said

"Wow... so that was a blow job?  I've read about them and seen them online
but never had one."

He blurted out the following in about half a second

 "Doc, truth is, the reason I think I might be gay is that I can't get the
idea of another guy sucking me off and me doing it to him outta my head at
times.  I mean, I think girls are cute, sexy and a nice set of tits or a
firm ass will get me hard too, but whenever I'm in the locker room or
shower room it's all I can do to keep my dick at bay and prevent myself
from jumping on the nearest cock."

He blushed and got up from the exam table in a flash, grabbed his shirt and
was putting it back on...

"I gotta go... I can't believe I just said that to you...god I want to
die."

I stood up and put a hand on his shoulder...

"Dwight," I said calmly "I understand how you feel...the same stuff went
through my head when I was in high school. My only saving grace was that I
had a couple of buds that felt the same way and we were suck and fuck
buddies for a number of years.  I also liked girls and would have a lot of
sexual fun with them too, sometimes even had sex with a girl and a guy at
the same time...it was a blast."

"I'm positive that there are others like you on the team, or at least at
your school... It just might take a little looking to find them, but I
guarantee that they are there.  He allowed that this might possibly be true
and wondered aloud how he might find someone to play sexy games with.  I
told him about a few hookup websites that I had used in the past that I
knew didn't need a credit card.  I also cautioned him to be extremely
careful and not divulge his age.  He asked me shyly if he could come back
to the office or my house or if we could meet up somewhere in order to play
around some more.

"Doc," he quietly said "what I mean is that I really like you, what you did
to me was incredible.  I've seen you around town a lot and you're always so
nice.  I'd really like to do some more with you if that's okay."

I told him that it would be fine with me, but we would have to be extremely
careful.  He mentioned that he did odd jobs for extra cash and we could
meet up at my house and cover our intentions by saying he was doing work
for me.  This sounded like a plan and we decided to meet up later that
evening to look over a room that I needed painted.

After agreeing on a time, he straightened out his clothes and turned to
leave.

"Hey-Dwight!" I called to him... "Don't forget this!"

I handed him his completed physical form and we both grinned as he turned
to leave the office.

This evening was going to be something else to put in the memory banks.


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