This story is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or living, is purely coincidental. Certain sexual activities, including BDSM, that may be depicted in the story are only safe in fictional literature scenes.
Matt had just turned nineteen and was required to have a physical exam to enroll in college, so he made an appointment to see me. After a brief interview of his medical history, I asked him to sit on the exam table and to remove his shirt. He seemed a little uncomfortable with taking it off. I could tell this was going to be a reluctant patient and I would enjoy giving him a physical. This was his first exam without his mom in the room and I assured him he did not need to be embarrassed, so I helped him remove it. I immediately became aroused by his fine sculpted chest and how hairy he had become since I saw him last. I asked him to lie down and untie the string on his red sweatpants. He hesitated but proceeded anyway.
"Since you're hairy for a 19 year old, you probably have a high level of testosterone that usually comes from masturbating often." He responded with a cute but embarrassed smile. "How often do you masturbate?"
He paused and I pulled his pants down below his knees.
Since this was a 10 AM appointment, I could smell a distinctive odor coming from his crotch and concluded he must have masturbated earlier in the morning. "Matt, why aren't you wearing any underwear?" I asked while looking down and admiring his soft uncut dick. His cock looked to be about five inches long and had a couple of thick veins running along it, a sure sign it would be enormous when I arouse him to a point of getting it hard. As I reached for his dick and began pushing his foreskin back to expose the head, I could see it was still moist. "Did you masturbate this morning?"
"What?" He asked with embarrassment.
"Did you masturbate this morning?"
He nodded that he did.
"How many times a day do you masturbate?"
"Twice"
I tried to rationalize the reason for him to masturbate before coming into the office. I made a note on his chart.
"Please take your socks, shoes and pants completely off."
"Doc, do I really need to be completely naked. I was never naked when I came in here with my mom."
"Yes, you require a complete physical." I looked at his face and he was more uncomfortable with the situation. He slowly sat up and I could see his defined abs contract as he crossed his left leg and reached for his sneaker and removed it. He then rolled his sock and handed it to me as I trained my eyes on his balls and cock being squeezed and twisted with every movement. He went to the other foot and removed the sneaker and sock and tossed them to the floor.
"Doc," he asked meekly, "Can't you just sign the college form so we can get this over?"
"No," I replied, as I gently placed my hand on his chest and motioned him to lie down again. "Let me help you with your pants."
I reached for his pants legs and pulled his sweatpants off. He was completely naked and stretched out on my examination table. My cock began to pulsate under my pants and I was concerned my precum would soak through my thin surgical pants. Like Matt, I was a fan of going commando so I also risked him seeing my hardon behind my pants.
As I began to examine him, I observed Matt was lean, yet muscular. He was 145 pounds and only 5 feet 4 inches. "Matt, did you wrestle?" I lifted his thick right arm to check for lumps in his pit. I could tell he was a fan of barbells and bench presses by the look of his upper body.
"No. I'm going to try out for Lacrosse."
I made a note on his chart.
As I inspected his pit and deeply inhaled the scent of his perspiration, I asked, "Did you shower this morning?"