Before walking toward the next station, I turned to see Tom's reaction. He had a smile on his face, indicating that he must have enjoyed watching my exam. And as I started to walk away, I noticed that he had quite a bulge in the front of his jock. It looked like he was partially aroused himself! I didn't notice that earlier when I was standing next to him. But then again, I didn't really go out of my way to look down at his jock before since that might have been awkward.

Station three was positioned at the far end of the gym, so I had time to look around as I walked to the station. I looked for any sign of Beth or Ashley, but I didn't see either of them. They said that they volunteered to help today, so I knew they were here somewhere. I just didn't know where. And the more that I thought about it, I was glad that I hadn't seen them yet. Perhaps I'd get lucky and get through this entire ordeal without running into them. It was bad enough walking around like this in front of total strangers, but it would be really embarrassing to run into someone that I know right now.

I arrived at station three, and as was the case before, they were still finishing with Mike's exam. This station was run by a male doctor with a female student assisting. Mike was sitting on an exam table while the doctor examined his left arm and shoulder. The way the doctor pulled and rotated his arm, I could only assume that this was an orthopedic exam. As I watched, the exam was repeated on his right arm and shoulder. Mike was now ordered to stand in front of the doctor for additional orthopedic tests.

I briefly turned my attention away from Mike's exam to see if Tom had finished with the previous station. I could see that he was still at the last station and that his exam was progressing. Maybe, just maybe, I might be able to get through this station before Tom caught up with me. It would be nice to do this without an audience, I thought to myself.

As I was looking back toward the last station, I saw the girl that shuffles paperwork back and forth approach my station. She had my manila folder of paperwork which she handed to the female assistant at my station. I expected her to immediately leave but she didn't. Instead, she just stood there waiting near the exam table at my station. At one point she looked over at me and smiled. I'm not sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she wasn't in any hurry to leave.

I turned my attention back to Mike's exam just in time to see him finish with this station and start to walk toward the next station. Before he left, we once again briefly made eye contact. This time Mike smiled and slowly shook his head, expressing his disgust with this entire situation.

The young female assistant motioned for me to come forward. I approached the station while she scanned the barcode on my folder. When I reached the exam table she scanned the barcode on my wrist band. She then quickly changed the paper on the exam table.

"On the table and lie back, please," the young female assistant commanded.

I climbed aboard the exam table and laid back as instructed. The assistant immediately pulled out the leg extension from the bottom of the table. I looked over to see that the girl that was shuffling the paperwork between stations was still there, standing right next to the exam table. We didn't make eye contact this time because her gaze seemed to be directed toward the front pouch of my jockstrap. I felt helplessly exposed before her, laying on the exam table in my jock and unable to cover myself. And to make matters worse, I felt like I was still partially hard. Was this why she hung around this station so long? Did she just want to get a better look at me? After just a few more seconds, she left and walked back toward station two.

I continued to lay there while the male doctor reviewed my paperwork. Just then a different girl arrived, picked up Mike's paperwork and immediately left to shuttle it to the next station. Apparently each girl was assigned two or three stations and this was the middle point of the exam. She didn't seem to pay any special attention to me and simply picked up Mike's folder and turned around.

The male doctor now turned his attention to me and began my orthopedic exam. He began by examining my ankles, alternatively pulling, rotating and generally manipulating them.

"Any pain here?" he asked.

"No," was my answer.

He briefly examined my toes before turning his attention to my knees, legs and hips. After raising my right leg off of the table, he bent my knee and had me alternate between pushing and pulling my right foot. Apparently this provided the resistance necessary for him to determine if I had any problems in that area. He then raised my knee even higher, almost up to my chest, before swinging my entire right leg outward over the right side of my body.

"Any pain in your hip when I do this?" he asked.

I again answered in the negative. But actually I lied. I was suffering the pain of embarrassment. With my left leg flat on the table and my right knee pulled up to my chest and swung out to my right, I felt more exposed as I had been the entire morning. I felt like everything between my legs, my entire manhood, was now on display. The position made me feel like I was deliberately spreading my legs, inviting everyone to see what I had. Yes, I was still covered by my jockstrap, but I knew that I was still partially hard, and that wasn't going to subside anytime soon. And to make matters worse, in this position I felt the rear straps of my jock tugging against my body and digging into my ass. The cool air against my exposed ass hole confirmed that it was completely uncovered and visible. I knew that anyone looking at me at that precise moment could publicly see every part of me that I considered private.

Just at this moment, I happened to notice that Tom had arrived at my station and was watching my exam. How long he was there, I'm not sure. When we made eye contact, he gave me a big smile and another big thumbs up.

Still working on my right side, the doctor now straightened my knee and raised my entire right leg high above the table, stretching the muscles in the back of my thigh in the process. One again I felt myself being exposed as my legs were separated from each other.

"Any pain?" he again asked.

"No," I answered.

The doctor now moved to the opposite side of the exam table and began to repeat all of the previous maneuvers on my left side. Once he switched sides, he cleared the field of view for the young female assistant. She was now standing next to the exam table on my right side and could see everything that was being done to me. This time my left knee was raised to my chest and swung out over the left side of my body. Once again I was exposed. I looked up at the assistant and saw that she was intently watching my exam. She wasn't looking at my face or chest or anything at all above my waist. No, her gaze was directed toward the lower half of my body, toward the pouch of my jockstrap. I knew that she could see everything. I knew that Tom was also watching and could see everything. The thought of being on display like this was just too much. I felt myself getting harder and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Sit up," ordered the doctor.

The female assistant pushed in the leg extension at the bottom of the exam table while I sat up. The doctor now took a quick look at my wrists and elbows and then focused on my shoulders, pushing, pulling and rotating them. All through this part of the exam, I sat on the edge of the exam table with my legs dangling over the edge. I could feel my partially erect cock pressing against the elastic material of my jock pouch. I briefly looked down to confirm that I was indeed pushing out the front of my jockstrap, tenting it. I tried to keep my legs together as much as possible to minimize my exposure but I knew that I wouldn't be able to completely hide my erection.

I looked up and saw that Tom was still watching my exam. I noticed that the bulge that I saw earlier in his jockstrap had grown. It now looked like a thick snake running down the front of his jock, pointing toward his left. But it didn't seem to bother him at all. He wasn't even trying to hide it. He just stood there confidently, his legs spread comfortably apart and his arms at his sides. He didn't care if anyone saw his erection, or perhaps he was actually proud of it and wanted it to be seen. At that moment, I wasn't sure.

"Stand up please," said the doctor.

It was now the moment of truth. I was partially erect, and now I was being ordered to stand up. I couldn't hide anymore. At that instant, I decided that I wouldn't even try to hide. Perhaps it was Tom's carefree attitude that inspired me. I stood up in front of the exam table, still facing Tom, but I kept my arms at my sides. Tom immediately saw my erection, I saw it in the expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised and he grinned wildly as he looked down toward the lower half of my uncovered body.

The doctor was still making some notes in my chart, so I took the opportunity to look over at the female assistant. She was standing just a few feet to my left and in front of me. And she was not making eye contact with me. She was staring at the lower half of my body. She saw it, my erection. Her hand was partially covering her mouth as if she wanted to say "oh my". After just a few seconds, she tilted her head up and looked directly at my face and smiled. I smiled back in the most confident smile I could muster.

"You need to face this way," ordered the female assistant. She was pointing toward the middle of the gym. She obviously knew what position I had to be in to complete the doctor's exam.

I took a step or two away from the exam table and turned to face the middle of the gym. I was now facing the female assistant with my back to the doctor. Meanwhile, Tom was watching me in profile.

"Keep your feet together, bend over and touch the floor," ordered the doctor.

As ordered, I bent over and touched the floor, effectively mooning the doctor.

"Hold that position," added the doctor.

As he spoke, I felt his hands running up and down my spine, examining each vertebrae to ensure that I didn't have any problems.

"Stand up," the doctor said, "and I want you to walk over there and back again." As he spoke, he pointed to a spot about five feet away, right next to where Tom was waiting.

I carefully walked to the indicated spot, turned around and just as carefully walked back. As I walked back, I could see that both the doctor and the female assistant were watching me. I was now standing in front of the doctor with my bare backside toward Tom and the female assistant who had moved behind me.

"Now I want you to squat down and then immediately stand up," ordered the doctor.

Still facing the doctor, I obeyed his order, squatting down and then standing up again. As I went down, I felt the rear straps of my jockstrap tug against my body, pulling the front pouch even tighter against my erection.

"One more time, and this time stay down there," he ordered.

I repeated the task, this time staying down until he allowed me to stand up. While I was squatting in front of the doctor, I happened to look down between my parted legs. I saw the full pouch of my jock hanging low between my legs, with my erection straining to break free through the bottom of the pouch.

"Ok, you can stand up now," the doctor said.

"You're all done here Jim," said the female assistant, "you can go to station four now."

I turned to look back at Tom one more time before walking toward the next station. The snake in the front of his jock was still there, as it was in mine.