Hi my name is Andrew, and I am 19 years old. I am enrolled in a local college, and I see myself as being just an average kid for my age. I am 5' 10" and weigh what I consider a somewhat slim 135 pounds. I have short black hair, and a body the girls seem to enjoy. When not at college I live with my parents, my dad is an engineer, and my mom maintains the house. My parents are really strict, so I really haven't experimented with the world too much.
As far as my sex life goes, I have had some experience. I have had my fair share of girlfriends over the years, and I lost my virginity when I was 17 years old. It was mainly with one girlfriend that I got most of experience, she really liked to experiment, and we tried out a lot of new things. She was my "high school sweetheart," but when it came to going to college, we parted ways.
At the time of my experience I was single, but as a college boy I was enjoying the drinking and one-night stands that came with living on a college campus. When I wasn't getting any from girls, I was an avid masturbator. My roommate partied hard, leaving my dorm room empty many nights, allowing me to relieve my sexual tension. I had a small collection of porn magazines and videos that I used to get off to, but they were kind of old, and couldn't satisfy my longing for the real thing.
As far as my orientation is concerned I am a straight guy, but I sometimes fantasized about bisexual situations, but I had never acted on them.
Anyway, I would like to tell you about my recent experience. I participate in tennis at my college, and each and every year I have to have a sports physical, and that is just what my story is about.
I was home for Spring Break, and staying with my parents. Tennis practice started right after Spring Break so I decided to go ahead and get my sports physical while I was at home. My mom had called and gotten an appointment for me with my families long time family doctor; Dr. Clarke.
So the day of my physical rolled around, and I really didn't think much of the examination, since I have had several of them before. This was would be the first time to actually drive myself to the physical, which brought on a new mystique of it all for me. As I arrived at the doctor's office I casually signed myself in, and took a seat in the waiting room. As I settled in and glanced across the room I noticed the other patients in the room. Since it was a family oriented place, the majority of the other patients were substantially younger then I was, so I felt a little out of place.
As a sat in the waiting room I glanced through the physical form. Then finding the genitalia section of the form, I remembered back to my younger days. I remember how back in middle school I used to joke around about the questions asked like "Are there any inguinal hernias?", and "Do the testicles descend bilaterally?" Those were the days when I hardly knew what a boner was. Now that I was older, I didn't think that the questions were quite as funny. As I nervously sat in the waiting room, I tried to avoid the thought altogether of a doctor gently running a hand over my balls. I would start to feel my penis start to stiffen before I would force unpleasant thoughts in my head, or whatever it took to make my boner subside.
Eventually, A middle-aged nurse emerged from the receptionist room. Calling my name she escorted me back to one of the examination rooms. Closing the door as we entered the room she said she needed me to strip down to my underwear, and that she would be back shortly to take my height and weight.
She exited the room, leaving me to remove my clothes. I calmly removed my shirt, shoes, and shorts then stood waiting for the nurse to return. Looking down at my briefs I could see the outline of my limp penis, but that only started to make sexual thoughts flow through my head.
I was quickly snapped back to reality by a short knock at the door, followed by the entrance of the nurse. She led me over to the scale, where she weighed me and took my height. As my eyes scanned over my body I was thoroughly impressed with what I saw, I had been lifting weights of the last year, and had become rather buff. Soon the nurse was done, and she left the room, telling me I could put my shorts back on, and wait for the arrival of the doctor.
I put my shorts back on, and took a seat in the cold vinyl chairs. My naked nipples soon became erect, because of the chilly air flowing through the room. I then was left sitting in the examination room with my mind fighting between sexual thoughts, and those designed to stop from doing so, for about a half and hour.
Then, after a short knock Dr. Clarke entered the room, bringing me to attention. Dr. Clarke was probably in her early to mid-thirties, and had long flowing blonde hair. She had a cute face, accented by her ample firm breasts pressing against the white fabric of her uniform. She was of an average height, and she had thin muscular legs. As she entered the room she proceeded over to the sink where she washed her hands and began making small talk with me as to how things were going. After some chatting she helped me to my feet as she began the examination.
She asked me if everything was going OK, and I responded yes. She checked my ears, nose, and throat. Then, she told me to lie down on the cold vinyl examination table. The feeling of the vinyl against my naked back stimulated every nerve in my body. She then proceeded to poke and press against my chest.
Then began the process, which I was fearing. She reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, then gently unzipped them. I lifted my hips from the table as she pulled my shorts down to my knees. I then felt her soft hands as they moved up my inner thigh. I then begin to think of everything non-sexual I could, but somehow I related everything in some way or another to sex.
