Tyler had been going to Dr. Bonner for as long as he could remember. A three-sport athlete, Tyler was used to Dr. Bonner’s sports physicals. He’d show up in comfortable clothes, get the areas above his neck checked, slip off his shirt, and eventually slip down his shorts and underwear so the old doctor could have a quick feel.

But Tyler’s college physical was quite different. The first sign came when Dr. Bonner told Tyler to sit on the exam table right away, wished him a “happy 19th birthday,” and extended a “welcome to full adulthood.” Tyler didn’t quite know what to say, so he thanked the doctor who responded with a “you’re welcome” and told him to get undressed.

Tyler was surprised and confused because he had never been told to get undressed before. He slipped off his soccer jersey figuring that was what Dr. Bonner meant. But it was not, so he hopped down from the exam table and to kick off his shoes and peel off his socks. But Dr. Bonner said Tyler needed to take off still more, so the 19-year-old reluctantly slid out of his mesh shorts and stood in only a

pair of gray boxer briefs he wore for soccer.

The physician scrutinized the young man’s nearly naked frame. Five-foot-10 and 165 pounds, Tyler’s body was the spitting image of someone who had excelled not only in soccer but in swimming and baseball as well. His chest was smooth but toned and his abdomen well-defined, and his blue eyes complemented his sandy-blond hair.

Tyler was an impressive young man even fully dressed. But standing there in just his tight Undergear, he could've passed for an Abercrombe & Fitch model. Dr. Bonner complimented him and asked whether he was still swimming. Tyler said he was … and in fact had spent a lot of time in a lake during a just-completed week of camping with his family.

The aging physician directed Tyler back to the exam table so he could examine his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. All normal. Dr. Bonner put his left palm against Tyler’s v-shaped bare back as he pressed his stethoscope into his bare chest, and then switched hands and held Tyler’s left pec somewhat tightly as he had the student-athlete breathe deeply.

Then Dr. Bonner grabbed a rubber hammer and moved to the end of the exam table, fixating not on his knees but what was between them. The bulge in the jock's underwear was noticeable, and the position of his penis and testicles unmistakable. Dr. Bonner was eager to see them ... but he knew it would come soon enough.

After that, it was time for Tyler to lie down. Tyler was used to wearing soccer shorts for this part, so being in only tight underwear was a different experience. And the doctor’s touch was more probing and thorough, but also lighter. “Must be part of an adult physical,” Tyler thought to himself.

Tyler was surprised when Dr. Bonner let his fingers intrude underneath the elastic of Tyler’s shorts, so low that he came in contact with his pubic hair and then the base of his penis. As the doctor pressed around, lower than he had ever gone before, Tyler felt himself start to get excited and regretted not finding some way to jerk off during the family’s week-long vacation.

Tyler readied himself for what he was sure was coming next—standing, pushing down his shorts, and getting felt up. He was pretty sure he could keep from getting hard during the short procedure, but it was going to be close.

But this time, without explanation, Dr. Bonner placed his thumbs on either side of Tyler’s boxers and began sliding them down. Tyler was so surprised that he didn’t say a thing. He just lifted up his hips and endured the embarrassment of having his Undergear get caught on his hardening penis.

Eventually Dr. Bonner got Tyler's underwear all the way to his feet. Tyler stared into the ceiling’s fluorescent lights as Dr. Bonner seemed to be taking his time while putting on a glove. Eventually he felt the doctor’s fingers on his scrotum, and then each testicle. The doctor’s touch was different than before—more like what Tyler would do to himself in the privacy of his bedroom, and what he would've done on the camping trip had his little brother and little sister not been in the same tent with him.

Then Dr. Bonner moved to the foot of the exam table and removed Tyler’s underwear completely, apologizing to the young man for having to put him through the rigors of a full adult physical. The young patient craned his neck to watch Dr. Bonner lift his penis from his thigh to closely inspect its tip. Then he examined every inch—first just under 5, then 6, then nearly 7.

Next Dr. Bonner positioned the young patient so his feet were flat on the exam table. Tyler peered over the length of his pulsating shaft to try to get a sense for what Dr. Bonner was doing. As the old doctor opened a drawer he had never opened before, Tyler received an apology and an explanation that what he was about to feel would be a little cold and would be uncomfortable, but that it was necessary and would be over very quickly.

Tyler held his breath upon realizing what was about to happen. He tried to follow Dr. Bonner’s instruction to breathe normally, but what came out mostly were grunts and whimpers as doctor probed a region not even Tyler had fully explored before.

Just when Tyler thought Dr. Bonner had plunged in his chubby finger as far as gone as far as he could go, the aging physician reached a point inside Tyler that the 19-year-old had no idea existed. Tyler arched his back and closed his eyes, oblivious to the fact that the doctor was holding his 7-inch dick with an ungloved left hand. When the doctor took that hand away, it felt to Tyler like something was missing, so he instinctively replaced the doctor’s palm with his own.

At that point, Tyler was so aroused that he was unable to distinguish between the hard surface of the clinic’s exam table and his own soft bed. He stretched his lean, athletic body to easily cover the full length of the table and masturbated his 7-inch erection with one hand and then two. And then he really got to work, losing himself in a land of young-adult sexual bliss.

For Tyler, nothing existed at that moment except for his two hands, his penis, and his balls. And for Dr. Bonner at that moment, nothing existed except for Tyler.

Tyler exploded in maleness with violence and athletic force. The week’s worth of abstinence from self-gratification was apparent, and the volume of ejaculate a lot more than either of them had bargained for. Tyler’s torso glistened under the exam room’s intrusive lights as Dr. Bonner retrieved a sizable handful of tissues but then had to get more.

As Tyler sat up and dabbed at his chin, chest, and abs, he apologized profusely and said he didn’t know what had come over him. Dr. Bonner told him not to worry about it as he held out his ungloved hands to take Tyler’s sopping-wet tissues.

The 19-year-old scampered into his clothes as fast as he could. But even when fully dressed and wearing the constrictive tight underwear, the effect of his arousal was still visible. Tyler apologized again and offered to take the tissues off Dr. Bonner’s hands, but the old doctor said he’d take care of them and tucked them into the pocket of his white coat.

After Dr. Bonner got Tyler into the hallway and headed toward the reception area, the old physician took out the damp tissues and pressed them into his nose. He could almost sense by smell that the slippery fluid had come from deep inside a blue-eyed blond soccer player, swimmer, and baseball player.

Then the old doctor tucked the tissues back into his pocket, saw he had just enough time before his next appointment, and headed back to the privacy of his office that had a lock on the door.