As I sat in only my underwear, waiting for John to come back into the room, I couldn't help but think back to that day in my Senior year of high school when he had confronted me with those pictures. Since that day I had graduated, gone to four years of college and received my Master's degree in education. My decision to return to my old high school to teach had been in part influenced by the fact that John still worked here.
John had been the school nurse for years now, and had recently gotten his Master's Degree as well, as a Nurse Practitioner. His new role of running the school's community's health center kept him busy, so he was no longer coaching or running the yearbook. But he continued to teach a few science classes. As a new teacher I hadn't taken on any extra-curricular roles yet.
Now that I was twenty-four, I was starting to style myself after the bearish men I admired, John in particular. I was pleased with the thick growth of brown and blond hair covering my body. I had grown a full beard to match his, mine being brown and blond, while his was reddish brown and very curly. I was also built similar to him, though not quite as big. I was stocky, slightly overweight, but tough and thick.
I was approaching the end of my first year, and I hadn't realized that the staff on the compound usually got their annual physicals at the clinic as well. It made sense, there not being any hospitals within hours, and no primary care offices either. But that meant having a physical done by John, which both thrilled and terrified me in equal parts.
He had never brought up our meeting involving the photos, and though I figured he had not forgotten them, it seemed that it was in the past and not an issue. I had taken advantage of our new relationship as co-workers to spend more time with him - working out together at the gym, going to a movie, or spending an afternoon fishing on our own or with some of the other staff. I had looked for opportunities, but had not yet gotten a chance to see him naked. He often showered at home rather than in the staff locker room.
Now, sitting on the exam table, I was fretting. I was worried that I would get an erection while John was examining me. In fact, I figured it was pretty much a guarantee, seeing as I had fantasized about him for years now. Even during physicals with other doctors, I have always grown erect by the time the exam was finished. I try to think of anything else while they listen to my lungs, and its always the hardest when they have me lay flat and start prodding around my belly, moving toward my groin. I'm usually successful in not being hard yet, but all that contact with their hands moving around my belly means I'm primed to start growing with no delay.
My penis will be flaccid, short and stubby, nestled just above my testicles, not really pointing up or down. But when they start feeling one testicle, rolling it around in their fingers, the penis will start to lengthen and wave around as they prod this way and that. Then they ask me to cough or bear down or some variation as they push their finger deep into the space they are checking for hernias and my erection is invariably almost complete, thick and long if not fully hardened.
What I worried about with John was that I really would enjoy all that contact, and how could I keep that fact from showing and humiliating myself? Well, certainly not by having this course of thought going on. I realized I had started to grow hard, and I was casting around for anything else to think about when he finally came in.
"Hi Arthur, how's it going?" he came over and shook my hand formally. He was wearing a shirt, tie, and sports coat, and his formal dress made me feel even more unclothed in front of him. I tried not to stare at his full beard, which I was trying to emulate. I was raised up on the exam table, but still looking slightly up at him as he stood. He went over to his computer and sat, opening up my chart and making small talk about the school year and how my classes were going. He moved smoothly into my health, asking about stress and sleep.
Then he stopped like he had forgotten to mention something. He turned his chair slightly toward me and paused.
"You know, it can sometimes be awkward moving into a new role with me as healthcare provider, as opposed to your teacher and coach, or friend of your parents."
I nodded, mentally adding "or sexual obsession."
"I just wanted you to know, everything we discuss is completely confidential and stays between you and me. Neither our school bosses, nor your parents, nor anyone else you can think of will hear anything from me about our discussions. Okay?"
I nodded. It put me at ease how sincere he was being, his earnest face and raised eyebrows daring me to think otherwise. 'Our bosses' he had said -- it was still weird thinking of him as a co-worker, on the same staff.
"Thanks," I said, "I get it."
"Good," he replied, and half turned to his computer, tapping through the screens.
"Let's go over your medications."
By the time that was finished I had fully softened up and had even forgotten that I was in my underwear. Then his questions started getting personal.
"Bowel movements regular?" I nodded.
"Any trouble urinating? Burning or blood?" I shook my head.
"Any trouble getting or maintaining an erection?"
I blushed, and tried to say "No" in a perfectly natural way. John had been half turned to his computer till now, checking boxes with his mouse, but he turned to face me now, in order to engage more fully.
"Are you sexually active?"
I shook my head, not trusting my voice.
"Have you ever been?"
Again, I shook my head. He nodded.
"How about masturbation?"
I blushed hotly and looked down.
He chuckled, "I know, silly question," and the warmth of his voice was soothing. "Is there any pain involved, or any problems with ejaculation?"
I kept looking down, and shook my head. "Nope, it feels fine."
"Well, good," he said, chuckling again. "You'll be ready for action when the time comes. Do you smoke?"
I laughed, figuring he knew I didn't. But when he kept waiting for a response, I realized he couldn't just assume. "Nope, and no drugs either."
He knew I had beer or wine with dinner, having been out with me and the other staff socially, but he asked for the specifics anyway. He turned back and checked a few more boxes before pushing his stool back and standing up. "Let's go ahead and get a blood pressure."
He came up next to the exam table and asked for my left arm. I held it out to him, and he kind of wrapped it around himself so my arm was draped over the right side of his stomach. It was a portly stomach, like a dwarf's barrel - he often reminded me of a dwarf by his build, but up-sized to human scale. He was almost as tall as me. Sitting on the exam table, his stomach was just below my eye level. He lowered his right arm which secured my hand between his arm and chest. It felt almost like I was giving him a tender hug, and I dared not move my fingers lest he think I was fondling him.
He wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and lifted the stethoscope from around his neck deftly, keeping my arm secured there.
"Relax your arm," he said, and I noticed I had been holding it up without realizing it. I relaxed it completely and it hung there, secured by his arm, while he pumped up the cuff. It wasn't until thinking back on that moment the next day that I realized how comforted and secure that contact made me feel. The intimate contact of my arm and hand against his breast and side was putting me in a state of arousal earlier than anticipated, but it was such a warm, delicious feeling I couldn't help but revel in the sexual tension.
The part of me that wanted to avoid humiliation was now at a disadvantage when he got to the real physical part of the exam. The head and neck parts were fine, but when he started listening to lung sounds, I realized we were getting close to the part of the exam I was most worried about.
John held the head of the stethoscope between his index and middle fingers, so that his hand lay flat on my back while he listened there. His other hand lay on my shoulder, warm and heavy, as he directed my breathing.
"Take a deep breath in." Pause. "And out." Pause. "In... and out."
He continued to the front of my chest, resting his other hand on my back now. I was conscious of the hair on both my back and chest, and thought how much thicker it was now than when he had seen those pictures back in high school. The contact of his hands on my skin and brushing over my chest hair was just starting to cause some movement in the only part of my body still hidden by clothing.
"Just breath normally now, through your mouth."
I did so as he listened to my heart from a few different points.
"Now hold your breath." He listened for a few more seconds, as I wondered what he was listening for. He must have seen my curious look, and explained holding my breath allowed him to listen for heart murmurs without my breathing interfering.
"OK, lets go ahead and lie on your back."
