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From: an246121@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 5 May 1995 12:21:55 UTC
Subject: repost Majoring in Premed (m/m)
MAJORING IN PREMED
It was the beginning of the fall semester at the University and we
were all getting ready for classes. In order to participate in
sports, a physical was necessary. A local doc posted a notice on
the bulletin board offering free sports physicals for students.
He did physicals in groups, so that many could be done in a short
time, after his usual office hours. I always hated group physicals,
but the price was right and I did not want to spend a lot of money
to assure my privacy. I called for an appointment and hoped that
I would not know any of the other guys in the group. The
following week, I arrived for the appointment and found the
office, which was near the campus. Knowing that it was going
to be a group physical, I was relieved that I did not know the
four other guys in the waiting area. At the appointment time,
the doc's assistant, a young man about my age, came in and gave
us each a paper cup, which we were to write our name on and give
a urine sample. He then told us to strip to our shorts and wait
for the doctor in a small room directly ahead. I expected this,
provided the urine sample, and waited with the others in the
small examination room. It was very crowded, awkward, smelled
bad, and I hoped that the physical would be quick and very
superficial. The doc's assistant came in and carefully measured
blood presure, height and weight on each of us. In a few minutes,
the doc, a man about my father's age came in and told us to line
up shoulder to shoulder in front of his exam table. I am sort
of modest and self conscious so I found a spot at the end of
the line. In turn, the doc checked eyes, ears, nose, listened
to the heart and lungs, felt for lumps in the abdomen and did
all the usual poking and proding. Finally, he said, "drop the
shorts to your ankles boys". We all kind of grumbled, and one
by one the shorts dropped. He started with the first guy and
probed his penis and scrotum and finally commanded "cough".
He followed the same procedure with each guy, and I was the
last. I tried to keep my mind off what was happening because
as he was examining me, I could feel myself getting half erect.
The doc's assistant was standing in the doorway, watching the
procedure on everyone very carefully and taking notes on a
clipboard as the doc called off instructions. The assistant
looked familiar, but by now, all I wanted was for this to be
over, and be out of there. With complete disinterest, the doc
squeezed my cock, rolled each testicle in his fingers, and
finally gave the command to cough. I was relieved when that
was over and expected to be able to dress and leave. The doc
then told us all to turn around and bend over the table. I
thought I knew what he was going to do, but I never had that
done before and I was scared to death. My cock became hard
as a board and I tried to hide it. I could hear the rubber
glove snap on his hand and he told each guy to "spread them"
so that he could insert his finger into the virgin ass and
poke around. In turn, each guy, grunted and growled and when
it was over, hastilly pulled up his shorts. When it was my
turn, as soon as he inserted his finger, I came all over his
exam table. He silently tossed me a paper towel to clean up
and I hoped that no one had seen what happened. I dressed and
left, without saying a word to anyone.
The next day, at school, I saw the doc's assistant in one of
my classes, and realized that he was the doc's son because
they had the same last name. He came up to me and smiled
and told me that additional tests needed to be done and that
if I wanted the physical form signed, I had to return to the
office later that evening. I did not want to go through another
physical, so I agreed to return for an additional test. When
I got to the office, I was relieved that there were no other
guys there for physicals. The doc's assistant greeted me and
told me to go back to the same room as before and to strip to
the shorts. He went through the same procedure, with the
pressure, weight, height measurements with me standing just
in shorts. Finally, he said that the doc would not be in and
that he was going to finish the tests. I started to protest,
but I had gone this far, and I just wanted it to be finished.
Besides, what kind of tests could this young guy do? He was
not a doc... The doc's assistant told me to sit on the exam
table and he looked in eyes, ears, mouth, and pushed and prodded
in different areas. He worked very slowly and methodically, and
in some ways seemed more thorough than the doc. As he worked
slowly, he told me what he was doing, which I found interesting
and reassuring because he knew a lot. He layed me on my back
and checked pulse, liver, spleen, lymph nodes, and seemed to
touch me all over. Finally, he told me to drop the shorts.
I hesitated. He was insistent, and I figured that he had seen
everything the day before anyway and at least we were alone
this time so it should be less embarrassing. I did as I was
told and he took his time feeling every contour of my penis
and scrotum. He told me that he was checking for lumps in the
testicles which could be cancerous - not an uncommon problem
in young men. He took a high intensity light and illuminated
my scrotum which made it look like a lite pumpkin. It was
neat to see. The more he stroked, the harder I got, but now
I was beginning to enjoy the new experience. With one hand
on my backside and the other cupping my balls, he ran his
finger up and down the cords in the scrotum. A drop of precum
was starting to appear as I got harder and harder. He ran his
finger over it, smiled and said "nice". He turned me around,
gently pushed me into a bent position over the examination
table, rolled his cum covered finger around my anus and inserted
it into my rectum. As soon as he touched a certain spot, I
came again, with incredible force. He laughed and pulled
his finger out and told me that he could not complete the
examination because the bowel was full and that I needed
an enema. He said " no problem - we can take care of that
too!". Within seconds, I felt a large tube being pushed
inside me and a warm liquid begin to fill my insides.
I had not had an enema since I was a little kid, but I found
this situation strangely erotic. He filled my bowels with a
liquid,stuck his finger into me, and squeezed the cheeks shut
to prevent any fluid from leaking out. We waited for awhile
and when I could not stand the pressure any more, he told me
to go to the bathroom to clean myelf out. When I got back
to the room, I was harder than ever and he told me that he
was going to scope me. I did not know what that meant, but
at this point I did not care. He pulled a long silver tube
out of a drawer and bent me over the table again. He lubricated
it and slowly pushed it in, turning and threading it through
my bowels. He was looking through an eyepiece, just inches
from my bare butt, and I could feel him breathing on my skin.
It did not hurt, but it was a weird sensation to have to have
this done. Suddenly I came again with an incredible force
and I was afraid that the scope that was still in me, would
tear me apart. He pulled the scope out of me slowly, and he
told me to be still for a moment while he reached around me
to squeeze the last cum out of my throbbing cock. He put it
on a slide and said "do you want to see something ?" We
looked at the swimming sperm on a microscope. I could not
believe what I was seeing - thousands of my tiny cells swimming
in a little puddle on the slide. He patted me on the butt
and told me that I had passed the physical. Smiling he told
me that I could do a physical on him the next time.
About three weeks later I saw the doc's "assistant" at school
and he told me that he had something special to tell me.
Since I was such a good patient, he wanted me to help him with
a job. At one of the fraternities, there was an epidemic of
burning, dripping dicks - probably gonorrhea, and now these
fine boys needed a quick, discrete cure without their mommies
knowing what they had been up to. Since there were five
patients, who all needed careful examinations and of course
shots, an assistant would be necessary. Besides it would be
fun, as just the two of us would be "handling everything". I
was to meet him at the office at nine that night and we would
take care of our patients.
At nine that night, a car drove up, with five very serious
looking young men. They entered the office and were told
to take off all their clothing and wait in one of the examination
rooms. We decided that we would work together because we needed
to get a history and examine each young man, get a specimen of
infected fluid to culture, and finally provide the cure in the
form of a shot of penicillin in each cheek. Special needles were
selected so that the thick, glue like antibiotic could be
administered. One at a time, we selected our patient from the
other exam room and layed him the table. After getting
preliminary information such as medical history, we asked
how he got his disease, exactly what he did and with whom.
We checked each body part for lumps, bumps, drips or pain.
My job was to express some fluid out of the infected penis.
This was not particularly difficult as most of the guys had at
least a half erection just from being touched all over. I also
had to inspect the anus for signs of disease. With a gloved
hand, I pushed my finger through the anus onto the prostate and
combined with gentle penile pressure - more than enough fluid
was quickly generated. I was surprised at how cooperative our
patients were, but of course they did not have a lot of choices.
When all our patients had been examined, it was time for the
injections. For this, we lined them up five abreast against
exam table. They saw the needles that we were going to use
on a tray and there was pure terror in the air. We decided
that it would be better to give the shots in both cheeks
simultaneously. With a cotton ball, we rubbed alcohol on the
site of the injection to clean the skin. The smell of rubbing
alcohol, hormones, fear and the situation would have stimulated
the dead. With our patient bent over the table with his butt
in the air, and one of us on each side, we unsheathed our needles
and deeply penetrated quivering muscles with a single stab. The
antibiotic was the consistency of glue and hurt a lot while it
was being administered and had to be administered slowly. When
all the antibiotic was administered, the needle was withdrawn
and a single bead of blood appeared where it was inserted.
Some of the guys yelled, some were stoic, and some wimpered.
When that was over, they found their clothes, paid us, and
prepared to leave. They were told that they symptoms should
be gone in a few days, to refrain from sex with anyone else
and to return for their follow up appointment in ten days.
They pulled their pants on very gingerly and left.
Ten days later, we again met our patients at the office.
This time they seemed to be a lot happier. They were joking
together and were bound in friendship having survived an ordeal
together. When they got to the office, we told them that we
needed to make sure that the antibiotic worked and if it didn't,
they would need a booster shot. They groaned at the thought of
another shot, but started to take off their pants and underpants
so that they could be reexamined. We needed to make sure that
everything was normal and we had to culture the contents of
their urethras to make sure that it was free of germs. One
by one, they complied with our requests and with a gloved hand,
the organ was examined. The antibiotic had obviously done the
job because there was no discharge, but it was still important
to get an internal sample. This time it was going to be a
little different. With our patients seated, with their knees
pulled to their chests and their dicks sticking straight out,
we passed a lubricated catheter with a tiny brush on the end,
into them to gather a sample. We held the penis with one
hand and gently pushed it in about three inches with the other-
before withdrawing it. It only took a few minutes, but considering
the cries and moans, I think that they would rather have had booster
shots. We told them that if the culture was clear, then they were
cured! They dressed quickly, probably thinking that if they stayed
any longer we were going to come up with some other diabolical test.
After enduring the disease, the examination, diagnostic tests and
treatment, I doubt if any of the guys will ever engage in unprotected
sex again!