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Subject:  Med School Exams (m/m)

 This story is totally fictionals, but could have happened.  I am a new writer
and want to thank others for the "literature" they presented on the net.  If it 
offends anyone - don't read it.

                     Medical School Exams

It was the beginning of the first year of medical school and we
were all getting accustomed to classes and the incredible work load. 
I was used to working hard, as I spent almost all of college 
studying so that I could get into a medical school. I didn't date 
and I didn't have any girlfriends, but it was worth it because I
got into the school I wanted, to achieve a life long dream.  I always
felt like I was missing out on something, but I figured that eventually 
everything would work out. 

The school wanted to introduce students to patient care as soon 
as possible, so courses in physical diagnosis were started at the 
beginning of the year. It was tough because we were learning about
disease, anatomy and we were trying to put it all together treating
real people.  First we had to learn basic techniques.

The class was broken up into laboratory groups and within each 
lab group we were divided into smaller groups of six.  As the 
course in physical diagnosis progressed, we started with the ears 
and eyes  and worked down.  We examined each other because it 
was convenient and certainly no one would be more tolerant of 
inexperienced technique than another student.  This was fine 
as we all we working very hard together and became good friends.  
I must have had my blood pressure taken twenty times, heart 
and lung sounds listened to daily, eyes and ears examined and 
probed, and abdomen pushed and prodded by everyone in the group 
at least a dozen times. We did this to each other so that we 
could practice and no look like an idiot the first time we saw 
a real patient.   I knew what was coming and I was too busy to 
think about it.  Shortly before Thanksgiving, we got to the male 
genitalia part of the exam and I wondered how it was going to 
be taught.  When we got to our lab, the head of Urology came 
in and told us that he was going to teach that section of the 
curriculum.  He was an intimidating old fellow with a white 
beard and mustache.  He had reputation as a world class surgeon 
and everyone was in awe of him.  He looked like a cross between
Colonel Sanders and General Schwartzkopf.  He entered the lab and 
said, "I am going to teach you boys everything you need to know - 
the old fashioned way. Pair up, and I hope that no one here is 
too modest".  

We immediately paired up as he had said.  He turned to the young man closest to 
him, "Phil", and told him to drop his pants and underpants so that he 
would demonstrate an examination.  Phil's face turned red, but 
he did what he was told to do, and the doc proceded to demonstrate 
how to palpate testicles, check for hernias and other abnormalities 
and signs of disease.  Phil was in obvious discomfort, but the doc 
proceded quickly and was totally oblivious to Phil's mental distress.
He examined him with the casualness one would examine a fruit in a 
grocery store.  After thirty years of doing this, the procedure was
was routine and it did not bother him that his student might be
uncomfortable.   After he was finished his demonstration, he told 
each us to do the same with our partner.  Slowly you could hear the 
sound of belts being opened and pants being dropped.  There was tension
in the air and we all resolved to get through this as best we could.
My partner volunteered to be examined first.  He laughed nervously 
and said that he was a swimmer in college and did not mind being 
naked in a group.  I sat on a stool in front of him with his penis 
at my eye level.  As gently as I could, I retracted the foreskin, 
checked the urethra, felt along the cords, and rolled each testicle 
to feel for lumps. He seemed normal enough and I was trying to hide
the fact that I had become hard as a rock.  When I stuck 
my finger into his sac to feel for a hernia he winced with pain.  
The old doc saw this and said "son let me show you how to do that" 
and came over to demonstrate the technique.  He took my hand in 
his and put my finger in the proper place and said "cough".  "See,
that is all you have to do!"  With a pat on the butt, he said "pull
up the pants and we can get on to the next part".  At that point we
we were ready for the last part of the examination which would be 
the prostate.  Unfortunately he was standing next to me and told me
to bend over the table so that he could show the others the technique.
I started to protest, but I knew it would be of no help.  I turned 
towards the examining table and dropped the pants trying to retain as
much dignity as possible.  Within seconds I could feel the KY being 
spread and him twisting and probing with his finger.  When he finished
my partner got to do the same.  The old doc observed my partners timid
technique and took his hand with his own and two index fingers were 
pushed in simultaneously.   "Does that hurt boy?" the old doc asked?
I did not know whether to say yes or no because I did not want them 
pushing any further.  Finally the examination was over and I was so 
rattled by the experience, I deferred on examining my partner.  When 
the lab was over, I went straight to my dorm room with a very sore
bottom, but at the same time with a strange sensation that I had 
never experienced before.

My room mate Ben was there stretched out on his bed.  He was in the 
same year as I, but in a different lab.  He had the same "lesson", but
earlier in the day.  He asked how it went and I told him that I did 
not like being the patient.  Throughout the year, after a lab, we 
would practice whatever technique we learned on each other.  He laughed
when I told him that my prostate got a double digit dose, and nodded to
the gloves and KY on the desk.  I told him that I did not want to 
practice this exercise, but he insisted and asked me if I had anything
to hide...I turned red and explained that I had never been examined
and that I was embarrassed about a problem in "that" department.  This
got Ben's curiousity and he insisted that I comply with the exam. He 
wanted to check me out - particularly if there was something unusual.
I removed my pants and underpants, hoping that he would change his mind, 
or that there would be a fire alarm in the dorm.  When I finally
removed the last layer, I stood before him naked with a very normal
appearing cock and sac, but in miniature.  Actually, I looked
like a boy of about fourteen - even though I was twenty two.  I was 
relieved that he had finally "seen" me as I had always been very 
protective of my modesty - which is tough in a small dorm room.  
He was very kind and tried to act as professional as he could, but I
could see a reaction in his own pants.  I sat up on a desk, with legs 
spread and with a strong light he probed every crevice with his fingers.
He was very gentle and felt each part of my anatomy.  He rolled each 
testicle between his fingers and ran them up and down the cord.  
He spread the opening and touched the precum.  By then, I was
almost hard (about four inches for me) and he said that the last test
would be to see if it works.  It was fine with me because I knew that
he was going to be the next examinee. He put me on my back and 
carefully stroked me while rubbing my anus with his other hand.  I
had never had this kind of attention before and all the sensations 
were new.  Within seconds, I came with copious quanitities of semen 
which spurted in the air.  We collected some of the semen to take to 
the lab.  I cleaned up and told him that it was my turn to be doc.

He said "fine" and within seconds we were both standing stark naked in
the room.  He sat up on the desk and I had the opportunity to examine
his massive erect organ.  I did everything he did to me and I was 
envious of his tool.  After I was done, he remarked to me that he 
forgot to do the last part of the exam on me and that it was not fair
to switch roles until the whole exam was done.  I rolled my eyes and 
turned around to bend over the desk.  My anus was still loose and 
lubricated from earlier.  Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and then a full
feeling.  I could not imagine what he put in there until I could feel 
his legs touching the back of mine.  He wispered in my ear "you might
as well relax and enjoy it.  Soon you will have an opportunity to use
your little tickler on me. In a moment, I could feel his cock spurting
its contents into me and I knew that life would never be the same again
for me.  I came just in anticipation of where my cock was going to be
in a few minutes.           

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