I immediately got up from the table and turned in the direction of station five. At the same time, Tom now took a few steps closer to this station.

"Hey Jim," I heard Tom say from behind me, "Don’t be in such a rush. I want to get to station five before you finish.”

I didn't answer Tom, but kept on walking toward station five. I had been dreading this station all morning and I was very apprehensive and nervous as I walked toward it. After all, I knew that I was about to receive my first public genital exam.

As I approached the station, I saw Mike still standing in line, waiting for his turn to be examined. Another young student was facing him, bent over and touching his toes. He was nude. The male doctor was examining him from behind.

“Hi, Mike,” I said as I walked up behind him.

“Oh, hi, Jim,” he replied.

Mike didn’t say anything else to me or make any attempt to engage in conversation. He simply looked straight ahead, watching as they completed the exam on the student in front of him. I didn’t press the issue by trying to talk with him. It was obvious that he was preoccupied with the public genital exam that he was about to receive. So I just stood there behind him and watched.

The student in front of Mike now stood up. The female assistant handed him his jockstrap which he immediately stepped into and pulled back on. As the student got ready to leave, the assistant retrieved Mike’s manila folder to prepare for his exam.

“Next,” we heard the female assistant say.

Mike walked up to the station to begin his exam. He was immediately instructed to turn around and face the line of waiting students that he just left. That meant that he was now facing me. This station didn’t have an exam table; it simply had the female assistant, the male doctor and a small rolling stool. The doctor now sat down on the stool in front of Mike with his back toward me. As I watched, the assistant scanned Mike’s folder and then his wrist band. I couldn’t hear all of their conversation, but the doctor was now speaking to Mike. A few seconds later, I saw Mike hook his thumbs into the waistband of his jockstrap and pull it down to the floor in one swift motion. He then stepped out of it, shuffled his feet apart and placed the jock in the female assistant’s outstretched hand.

Mike was now facing me, totally nude, arms at his sides and standing with his feet slightly apart. He wasn’t fully hard, but he looked like he was slightly aroused. His penis was circumcised, long and thick and now on full display. He was ready. Mike’s genital exam was about to begin.

After pulling on a pair of examination gloves, the male doctor began with an examination of Mike’s penis. After a minute or so, the doctor turned his attention to Mike’s testicles, lifting, squeezing and palpating them. Throughout the examination, the female assistant was standing in front of Mike and closely watching everything. As she watched, she held his jockstrap by the waistband, intentionally avoiding the more personal areas of the jockstrap that had been holding Mike’s most intimate parts.

I was also closely watching his exam, knowing that I would be undergoing exactly the same type of public inspection in just a few short minutes. I was still slightly aroused myself, though far short of being fully hard. I was worried that watching Mike’s exam might arouse me further and I thought about looking away. But I couldn’t. Deep down I wanted to see what they were doing to Mike, if for no other reason than to know what to expect when it was my turn. And it wasn’t every day that you had the opportunity to watch another young male publically examined like this. I just couldn’t look away. I felt compelled to continue watching.

The doctor now checked Mike for a hernia, asking him to cough several times. Once he was finished with this part of the exam, the doctor stood up and walked behind Mike. I now had a completely unobstructed view of Mike’s nude body again as he faced me. The female assistant remained where she was in front of Mike. It seemed that she wanted to enjoy the show from the front rather than watch the remainder of the doctor’s exam from behind.

Mike was now given instructions on how to position himself for the next part of his exam. As I watched, he bent over and reached for the floor with both hands while keeping his legs parted. I couldn’t see what the doctor was doing, but he was obviously moving his gloved hands around Mike’s ass. I assumed (and hoped) that he was only performing an external exam of his anus and wasn’t actually penetrating him.

“Jim, you waited for me,” said a voice from behind me. It was Tom announcing his arrival at station five. I was hoping that he would be delayed and I’d be able to make it through this particular station without an audience. But that was just wishful thinking on my part. This morning had been bad enough already, so why would it get any better now?

“Tom, so nice to see you again,” I sarcastically replied.

“I’m glad I didn’t miss the main event,” he said.

I didn’t respond to Tom. There really wasn’t a need for a response. But I did take a quick peek down at Tom’s jock and saw that he was still sporting his rock-hard snake. I also took the opportunity to look down at my own jock and confirmed that I was still plump, but not fully hard. I was certainly aroused by all of this, especially the prospect of stripping off my last piece of clothing in front of Tom and everyone else. That would occur in just a few short minutes. But as long as I could avoid getting completely hard, I’d be ok.

I turned my attention back to Mike’s exam. In less than a minute, he was instructed to stand up and the assistant handed him his jockstrap. Mike quickly pulled the strap up between his legs to cover his manhood. I knew that my turn in the spotlight was quickly approaching.

“Good luck”, Mike said to me before turning and walking toward the gym entrance. It was the last time that I would see Mike that day.

“Next,” said the female assistant.

The distance that I had to walk from the front of the line to the exam station was very short, but it seemed like it took an eternity, as if I was walking in slow motion. As I walked, I was thinking about the exam that I was about to receive, replaying every detail of Mike’s exam in my mind, knowing that I would go through exactly the same thing in the same sequence.

I was now at the station, facing the female assistant with my bare backside toward Tom. She scanned the barcodes on my folder and wrist band. But I didn’t pay much attention to her, since my mind was still preoccupied with the exam that I was about to receive. I knew that they would have me turn around and remove my jock. Then the doctor would examine my penis and testicles before doing the hernia exam. Then he would move behind me as I bent over in front of him. Having watched Mike’s exam, I knew exactly how this would be done. I was prepared and I fully knew what to expect.

“Turn around please,” ordered the assistant.

Obeying her command, I turned around and faced Tom. He was smiling and generally enjoying my predicament. I waited for the order to remove my jockstrap and for the exam to begin. But things were different this time. The male doctor wasn’t preparing for my exam at all. Instead, he was talking with another doctor, a female one that had just arrived at this station. I assumed that she was a doctor since she was wearing a white doctor’s coat and not the blue and white uniform worn by all of the student volunteers.

I stood there facing Tom and watched as the two doctors conversed. The male doctor now gathered up his personal belongings and walked toward me, apparently preparing to leave instead of beginning my exam.

“Sorry for the delay, son,” the doctor said to me, “but I have another appointment today at 11 and arranged for Doctor Wilson to take my place here. But don’t worry; you’ll be in good hands. I've worked with her before and she has very capable hands.”

Maybe I just imagined it, but the male doctor briefly looked down toward my groin and grinned as he spoke, as if he was laughing at his own terrible joke. I didn’t respond as he left the station and walked toward the gym exit. But capable hands or not, it seemed that in just a few minutes, the most private parts of my male anatomy would be held by this woman's hands.

The new female doctor now approached the assistant, introduced herself and retrieved my folder. The female assistant also handed her a stack of other paperwork and began to review the paperwork and the exam procedures with her. She seemed to be showing the doctor the areas of my exam form that needed to be covered by this station and the school’s instructions for this exam. It looked like the doctor had several pages of instructions to review. But she now took a break from reading the forms to address me.

“Hello, Jim,” the doctor said, reading my name from the manila folder, “as you can see, I just arrived, so just relax for a minute or so while I get up to speed. I need to review the school’s exam requirements and sign a few disclosure forms before I’m allowed to begin.”

I watched as the doctor stood a few feet to my right and reviewed the paperwork. I was still facing Tom who was smiling and seemed to be enjoying this sudden change in the procedures. But in spite of the good doctor’s request, I wasn’t relaxed. To the contrary, I was suddenly struck with a feeling of intense dread, knowing that everything had now changed. I had intently watched Mike’s exam, mentally recording what the male doctor did and how he did it. I was mentally prepared to receive that exam. How would this one be different? Would this new female doctor do things differently? Would she do a more cursory exam, perhaps skipping parts of the exam? Or would it be even more invasive than the exam that the male doctor performed? With this change in doctors, I had no idea what to expect. I was in uncharted territory and it was making me really nervous.

The extended wait was adding to my nervousness and apprehension. And even though I was still wearing my jockstrap, I was the center of attention at this station and felt exposed and on display. I was standing with my arms at my sides, trying to act relaxed. I briefly thought about moving my hands in front of me to cover myself. But I decided against that. There really wasn’t any reason to cover up since I would soon be completely nude regardless of what I did.

The doctor was still making her way through the paperwork but once again turned her attention to me.

“Almost finished,” she said, “I have one more form to complete, but you can get ready and in position for your exam.”

I assumed that she wanted me to undress, but she didn’t really say that. Should I just pull down my jockstrap? Should I remove it? And what position was she talking about? I’ve never seen her do this exam before, so how was I supposed to know what she wanted? I just stood there frozen, not knowing exactly what to do. I looked over at the female assistant, but she wasn’t issuing any instructions to me. It seemed that she wasn’t entirely sure what the doctor wanted either.

A minute went by, or maybe it was just a few seconds, I’m not sure. But then the doctor looked directly at me, made eye contact and spoke again.

“Strip!” she commanded.

From the tone of her voice, I knew that she was annoyed with me for not complying with her previous request. I sprang into action, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jockstrap and pulled it down my body. As I did so, I felt my semi-aroused cock spring free from the confines of my jock. When my hands reached the ground, I stepped out of the jockstrap and picked it up. By the time I stood up, the female assistant had moved next to me and was holding out her hand.

“I’ll take that,” she said to me with a smile.

I held my jockstrap up by the wide waistband and handed it to her. In doing so, I was careful to avoid any contact between her hand and the pouch and rear straps. From watching her before, I knew that she seemed hesitant to touch any of the more intimate parts of the jock, so I respected that. I instinctively moved my hands in front of my groin to cover up. I knew that I’d have to uncover myself during the exam, but it just felt wrong to stand there completely uncovered.

For now, I avoided any eye contact with Tom. I was more interested in what the doctor was doing. She was still standing to my right and looked like she was finally finished with her paperwork. And she was staring directly at me.

“Now you need to get into position,” she said. "Raise your arms; put the palms of your hands behind your head.”

Reluctantly, I uncovered my manhood and raised my hands into position behind my head. Once into position, I looked over at the doctor who was glaring back at me.

“Feet apart,” she ordered.

Obeying her order, I shuffled my feet apart.

“Wider,” she commanded.

I moved my feet even wider apart, planting them a little more than shoulder-width apart.

“Good,” continued the doctor, “don't move until I say so.”

The doctor now turned toward the female assistant and directly addressed her.

“Look at his position,” said the doctor. "To prep each student, have him strip and then position him exactly like this. Understand?"

"Yes, of course, doctor,” the assistant answered.

"This may be different than how you were doing things at this station,” explained the doctor, “but this is how I do things.”

“Yes, of course, doctor,” answered the assistant, “I’ll make sure they’re all stripped and positioned for you.” After answering the doctor, the female assistant looked directly at me and grinned.

Of course, I had to stand there while the doctor and her assistant were discussing the embarrassing position that I was in. I was totally exposed to anyone that cared to watch. And at that moment, I felt like the entire gym was watching and that I was the center of attention. My feet were spread widely apart and my hands were behind my head, preventing me from any attempt to cover myself. I looked straight ahead at Tom. As usual, he was smiling back at me. And I noticed that his left hand was rubbing the front of his jock. It seemed that Tom was enjoying the show that I was putting on for him. Whether that was a conscious decision on his part or not, I'll never know.

The female doctor now sat down on a small rolling stool and moved directly in front of me. She was at eye-level with my exposed genitals and was looking straight ahead at them.

“You see Jim,” she said as she looked up at me, “Until just recently, I was a civilian physician with the armed forces, working at several of their entrance processing centers.” As she was speaking, she began to pull on a pair of exam gloves. “For over ten years I performed thousands of exams on young men just like you. Of course, that included their genital exam. One thing that all of the doctors quickly learned was that young men just like you instinctively try to cover themselves when they are in a situation like this. And when that happens, it slows us down and makes it more difficult to complete the exam. We found that this position works best to keep their hands out of the way.”

I didn’t know why she was wasting time telling me all of this. I would have preferred that she just get on with the exam. I was eager to be done with this station.

“So, let’s begin,” said the doctor.

As she spoke, she rolled closer to me and reached up between my parted legs. Using both of her hands, she gently grabbed both of my testicles and began to lift them, as if she was weighing and comparing them. It felt like the skin of my scrotum was loose and relaxed and that my testicles were hanging very low and freely dangling from between my legs. They usually aren’t that loose, but they may have been sufficiently heated by their confinement in my jockstrap all morning.

Having compared my balls to each other, she now used both of her hands to squeeze and palpate my left one, lifting it forward and away from my body as she did so. As she did, I noticed that the female assistant moved forward and took a position in front of me and to my left. She was looking down toward my groin and intently watching my exam. The doctor now switched to my right testicle, repeating the same type of exam on it.

Having completed my testicular exam, she turned her attention to my penis. She lifted it with her left hand and palpated it with her right. It was long and plump and engorged with blood, but, thank God, it wasn’t completely erect. She examined and palpated the entire length of my shaft and even squeezed my head to look into my pee hole.

As the doctor was holding my manhood, one of the female volunteers walked past me. She was shuttling the manila folder of another patient to this station. I noticed that as she walked past me she looked down at my groin and smiled. I wondered just how many times she had done that today. How many times had she timed her walk just right so that she was able to see the exams at this station.

The doctor now prepared for my hernia exam by pushing her right index finger deep into my groin, just above my left testicle.

“Cough,” she ordered.

I obeyed by giving her my strongest cough.

“Again,” she commanded.

I repeated the cough, trying to satisfy her to avoid a third cough. Each time I coughed, I felt her finger press deeper and harder into me. It was painful, probably the most painful and uncomfortable hernia exam I’ve ever had. She was pressing and lifting so hard that I might have lost my balance, except for the fact that my feet were planted so far apart. Satisfied with my left side, she repeated the hernia exam with two coughs on my right side.

“Turn around, bend over, spread‘em,” she ordered!

“What?” I asked. I know what I thought I heard, but I was hoping that I misunderstood her instructions.

“I guess you can’t handle more than one instruction at a time,” she replied. “I’m done with your front side, so turn around and face away from me.”

I turned 180 degrees and faced away from her, lowering my hands to my sides as I did so.

“Feet apart,” she ordered.

I shuffled my feet a few feet apart, about shoulder-width apart.

“Now bend over at the waist,” she ordered.

I complied by bending over, mooning the doctor, the female assistant, the female folder runner (who was still there), Tom and anyone else that was watching.

“Now reach back with both of your hands and spread your cheeks apart.”

That’s the part of her original order that I hoped I had imagined. But I complied, since I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. I reached back with both of hands, grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. In doing so, I exposed the most embarrassing and intimate part of my anatomy to the audience that was behind me.

While I held this embarrassing position, the doctor once again addressed the female assistant.

“From now on, as soon as I finish with their hernia exam, you need to get them into this position,” said the doctor.

“Yes, doctor, of course,” replied the assistant.

I heard a click as the doctor turned on a small flashlight, and then felt her hand on my lower back. From between my parted legs, I could see that she was still sitting on the rolling stool behind me and was shining the light between my spread cheeks. I didn’t feel her touch me in any other way; her examination was only visual.

“I forgot to check the form,” said the doctor to the assistant. “Do you require a rectal?”

“No, doctor, just a visual inspection is all that's required,” the assistant replied.

“Alright then, Jim, you can stand up.”

I immediately released the grip I had on my butt cheeks, stood up and turned around. As I turned around to face to doctor, I saw that she was peeling off her exam gloves.

“You’re all done, Jim,” said the doctor.

The female assistant handed me the jockstrap which she had been holding. I quickly stepped into it and pulled it up between my legs. As I was covering up, the doctor handed her my manila folder.

“You can go back to the locker room and…” the assistant stopped herself in mid-sentence after seeing the bright green label on the front of my folder. “Wait, hang on a minute,” she said.

I felt like running to the locker room and escaping before she realized that I was in the study, but I figured they would find me. As I watched, the assistant opened my folder to confirm that I was selected for the development study.

“You’re in the development study today,” she said, “so you’re not done yet. Someone should be here to escort you to the study area; just wait here.”

“I’ll go and tell them that they have a patient,” said the female folder runner. As I watched, she turned and quickly walked in the direction of the study room.

“Let’s get the next patient started,” ordered the doctor, “we’re wasting time.”

“Yes, of course doctor,” replied the assistant. “Next.”

Tom walked forward to allow the assistant to scan the barcode on his wrist followed by his folder. It was beginning to look like I might see part of Tom’s exam before I had to leave.

“Remove your jockstrap, please,” ordered the assistant.

Tom faced the line that he just left and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jock. I took a position to his left, standing next to the female assistant. I obviously didn’t want to get in her way, but as long as I was there, I wanted to see what Tom had been packing in his jock all morning. As I watched, Tom peeled down his jockstrap, releasing his erect cock. And it was a cock, not an ordinary penis. There just wasn’t any better word to describe it. He bent over to step out of his jock and then handed it to the assistant. His cock was long, easily twice as long as mine, and thick, almost the diameter of a soft drink can. Like me he was circumcised, and his exposed head had a purplish color due to the abundance of blood in the area. It was initially pointing downward, since that’s how it was positioned within his jock. But once it was released, it quickly settled on a perfect 90 degree angle, protruding straight out from Tom’s body, as if it was ready to impale someone.

“Feet apart, please,” said the assistant.

Tom moved his feet apart and waited for the next set of instructions.

“Hands behind your head,” ordered the assistant.

Tom lifted his hands into position, moving them as far as possible from his genitals. Unlike me, he hadn’t made any attempt at covering himself up, so there really wasn’t a need to move his hands out of the way.

As the doctor positioned herself in front of Tom, I turned to see if anyone was coming for me. I saw Ashley coming out of the side room where I had seen her and Beth earlier. And she was walking in my direction. It looked like I probably had less than a minute before she would reach my station.

I turned back in time to see the doctor rolling closer to Tom as she pulled on a pair of exam gloves.

“My, you’re a big boy,” she said.

“Thank you,” replied Tom. The female assistant at the station laughed at his comment.

The doctor now began her exam by reached up between Tom’s parted legs, lifting and weighing his testicles with both hands, just as she had with me. But in Tom’s case, his scrotum seemed to be pulled up tight, probably due to his level of arousal.