“Hello, Miss Evans, am I too early?” she asked as she walked toward us.

“No, of course not, in fact you’re right on time,” I replied. I saw that she was dressed in her white nurse’s uniform, as always, and was carrying a small black bag with her equipment and supplies.

“Hello Mr. Moore,” she said to John with a smile.

“Hello Nurse Draper, how was your day so far?” John replied.

“Oh, it’s actually been a fairly slow day for me. It always seems to be that way the first day of a new semester.”

Nurse Sarah Draper is probably around 36 years old, just a few years older than me. I first met her about nine years ago when she started working at the school. I was at the end of my first year teaching here, and she attended to an injured boy in one of my P.E. classes. Afterward, we started talking and having lunch together, and became friends. Then about a year later we were talking about my “last chance” class for seniors. She took an interest in the class, in particular the fact that the boys were generally non-athletes that had never participated in any organized sports. She suggested that the boys should really receive a brief physical exam during orientation. Since I had plenty of time available on orientation day, and the classes were always very small, her suggestion made sense. Of course, she offered to help with the exam. Not a thorough exam, mind you, but a basic screening to identify and prevent any major problems. And since she had a lot of free time, she would personally perform the exam so it wouldn’t cost the department anything.

We tried the exams that year and they seemed beneficial. More importantly, nobody officially complained about them, although the boys were obviously embarrassed. So here we are, all these years later and she’s about to examine this year’s group of boys. I think she enjoys it since it’s a diversion from the cuts, scrapes and stuffy noses that she normally deals with each day. And in all honestly, I think she really gets off on the idea of examining these boys. She’s strictly all business and certainly doesn’t take any liberties with the boys. But asking a healthy 18 year old boy to cough while you’re holding his balls would certainly be the highlight of my day. Doing that to all 17 of these boys, well, the anticipation of that would keep me wet all day. She probably looks forward to this day each year as much as I do.

My official duty during the exams is to observe the exam and record her findings in each boy’s record, whether normal or not. But I must admit that I also enjoy closely watching as each boy is handled by her. And having the boys go through this unexpected and somewhat intimate exam, by a female nurse no less, plays right along with everything else that I’m trying to teach them during orientation. It helps to reinforce the point that each boy has to let go of any inhibitions they might have with their own body and overcome any unnecessary sense of modesty.

“I see that you have the boys all stripped and ready for me,” Sarah said to me. “Although, they’re not in the usual position standing at attention.”

“No, they’re not,” I replied. “Over half of the class seemed overly bashful and wasn’t cooperative. So we opted for this more exaggerated position instead, which keeps their hands out of the way and forces the issue. Hopefully you can perform at least the first part of your exam like this. I’d like them to stay in this position for as long as possible, you know, as a mild form of punishment.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Sarah said. “I totally understand your need to maintain discipline at this point and to show them who is boss. This position will be fine for everything except for the very last part of my exam.”

“Well, I’ll go and get ready down at the scales,” John said.

He now walked toward the far end of the aisle where the open training area was. We kept a full-size scale at that location that we used to record each boy’s height and weight.

As I watched him walk in that direction, I wondered how John really felt about this part of the orientation, having the nurse come in and examine the boys while they were nude like this. It certainly wasn’t part of any standard orientation that he might have experienced in the past. I think he was a little bit shocked last year when he saw what was happening for the first time. But he never expressed any concern with it, and it seems that he’s going along with the plan just fine today.

“Listen up, boys,” I said to the group. “This is Nurse Draper. Most of you probably recognize her as the school nurse. For the next 30 minutes or so, she will be performing a brief screening exam on each of you.”

I immediately heard audible grumbling from the group of boys.

“Now quiet down! Here’s how this will work. You will all stand exactly where you are right now, lined up in front of your own locker. Nurse Draper will go down the line and perform just one part of the exam at a time, just like an assembly line. That means she’ll make several passes up and down the line to complete her entire exam. While you are waiting for your turn, you will maintain your current position: feet apart, hands behind your head, elbows out. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Evans,” the group half-heartedly said.

“Obviously, if the nurse instructs you to move, you will promptly do so. Now, as soon as she finishes with the first part of your exam, you will walk down to the far end of the aisle where Mr. Moore is standing.”

I pointed to John as he waved his hand in the air.

“He will record your height, weight and waist size. He will also issue each of you a brand new athletic supporter based on your waist size. When he has finished with you, you will quietly walk back to your locker and get back into this same position again. For now, you can just lay the supporter on the bench behind you. Don’t put it on -- we’ll go over all of that later. Any questions?”

I looked at the group of boys and waited to see if they had any questions. Most of them looked extremely nervous at the prospect of receiving a public physical exam, most likely the first of its kind for each of them.

“Alright then, Nurse Draper, they’re all yours.”

“Thank you, Miss Evans,” the nurse replied.

She walked down the aisle between the two rows of boys and stopped just past the last boy on the left. She dropped her bag on the bench next to him and opened it. She pulled out her stethoscope, and a small penlight. Placing the scope loosely around her neck, she addressed the students.

“Boys, for this first part of the exam I will be listening to your heart and lungs, and also taking a quick peek at your eyes and throat,” she said loudly enough for all of the boys to hear her.

As she stepped up to the first boy, I moved just a few feet to her left so I could observe her exam and record the results.

“Name, please,” she said to the boy.

“Jake Adams,” the boy said.

I checked the physical exam form that I had prepared ahead of time and saw that Jake was alphabetically at the top of my list. That made perfect sense since I had assigned the lockers in alphabetical order. The form in front of me had a single line with each boy’s name on it and separate columns for each part of their anatomy that the nurse was about to examine. I developed this form in years past and found that it was easy enough to watch the nurse and simply check off the individual columns as she performed her exam. Sarah and I had an understanding that if she didn’t say anything, it meant that everything was normal for that boy. I smiled as I looked at the columns on the form. They were roughly laid out in the order in which she conducted the exam. The final few columns were testicles, penis, hernia and rectum and were obviously the most distressing for the boys, but the most exciting to observe.

“Just look straight ahead,” she said to Jake.

She began by shining her penlight into his eyes. She moved the light back and forth, watching to see if Jake’s pupils reacted normally.

“Now, open wide,” she commanded.

The light was now shined into Jake’s open mouth, illuminating it for her brief inspection.

“Tongue out, please,” she said.

On command, Jake stuck his tongue out while she looked at the back of his throat. She now turned the penlight off and slipped it into the pocket of her jacket. Nurse Draper now placed the stethoscope in her ears and placed the other end of the instrument against Jake’s almost hairless chest. With Jake’s hands still up and behind his head, the skin of his chest appeared to be pulled tightly against his rib cage. She started with the stethoscope fairly high on his chest, listened for a few seconds, and then moved it slightly to the left and downward. She repeated this action, moving the instrument back and forth a few more times.

“Take a deep breath and hold it,” she commanded.

Jake’s young chest expanded as he inhaled deeply. Nurse Draper pressed the stethoscope to his chest and listened for a few seconds, then moved to another position and listened again.

“Let it out and again, another deep breath.”

Once again, Jake inhaled and held his breath while she listened. As she was examining his chest, my eyes wandered downward toward his genitals. I knew it wasn’t time for her to examine this area of his body – that would come in the next round. But for some reason I took a quick look now. Maybe it was the exaggerated position that he was in with his legs spread widely apart. It seemed to just beg me to take a look at him.

I always found it interesting that often a boy’s face didn’t seem to fit the rest of his body. As an example, here before me we had Jake, a young, boyish-looking 18 year old that had a smooth, almost hairless baby face. His face still had the features that led you to believe he was still a mere boy. His chest was also very smooth and almost hairless. From that alone, you might mistake him for a 13 or 14 year old. But when you got down to his genitals that was another matter. I could see that he had a large pair of testicles that were dangling between his legs. They were hanging very low, being suspended by the loose, relaxed skin of his scrotum. And even though he was still flaccid, his penis appeared to be larger and thicker than average as it hung down over the top of his scrotum. And the entire area was covered in dark brown pubic hair, much darker than anywhere else on young Jake’s body.

“OK, you can breathe normally, you’re done for now,” she said to Jake.

Nurse Draper immediately moved to the next boy.

“Jake, you can go and see Mr. Moore now to get your measurements,” I said to him. “When you’re done come back here and get back into the same position.”

“Yes, Miss Evans,” Jake said as he put his arms down and began walking toward John’s position at the end of the aisle.

“Name, please” Nurse Draper said to the second boy.

“Michael Brenner,” the boy answered.

As the nurse started to perform the same type of examination with this boy, I turned to see how John was doing with Jake. As I watched, Jake stepped onto the scale with his back toward us. He stood perfectly still with his arms at his sides while John recorded his weight. John was using a different version of the physical exam form that I had developed. His form had the same list of boy’s names that I entered earlier, but only had three columns to record their weight, height and waist size. John now made Jake turn around and face us. He then recorded his height by raising the pole that is built-in to the scale.

The contrast between John, who was fully clothed, and Jake who was standing next to him completely nude was striking. They weren’t really that far apart in age, but John’s face and general build made it clear that he was the more mature of the two.

Having recorded Jake’s weight and height, John had him raise his arms so he could wrap a cloth tape measure around his waist. John held the two ends of the tape at the exact middle of the boy’s body to record his waist size. Since that placed John’s hands just a few inches above Jake’s genitals, I would think that position would be slightly uncomfortable for the boy, as well as a bit awkward for John. At this point in the orientation last year, John seemed nervous and a bit uncomfortable with the whole process. But he seemed fine with it now. Perhaps he’s gotten used to how I run the orientation. Or maybe, like me, he was secretly beginning to enjoy this opportunity to exert control over the boys.

John now turned his attention to his final task, that of issuing an athletic supporter to Jake. He reached into one of the boxes of Bike #10 supporters and handed one to Jake.

I now watched as Jake walked toward me to his locker. Since he was still nude, his penis swung back and forth and his testicles bounced up and down with each stride. This boy really needs that supporter, I thought to myself. But we would get to that in due time. As Jake arrived back at his locker, he put the supporter behind him on the concrete bench. He casually stood there for a moment at his locker with his hands at his side and his feet together.

“Back into position, Jake,” I said to him.

He immediately spread his feet apart again and raise his arms up so that his hands were behind his head.

I now turned my attention back to Michael’s exam. I saw that Nurse Draper was almost done and was just now having him hold his breath while she listened with her stethoscope. I looked down and was reminded that Michael was my one uncircumcised boy in the class. He had what I would describe as average size genitals. I knew that since he still had a foreskin, his genital exam would take slightly longer than the other boys.

“OK, breathe normally, you’re done,” she said to him.

I immediately motioned for him to go see Mr. Moore while Nurse Draper quickly moved to the next boy in line.

This process continued for the next few minutes, with Nurse Draper giving the boys a cursory general exam and John recording their measurements. By now, the nurse had finished with the first nine boys and had moved to the first boy on the other side of the aisle.

“Name, please,” she said to him. “Jim Johnson,” the boy answered.

As she began her examination of Jim, I took a good look at his young body. He was of average height and build, and wasn’t really overly muscular – none of these boys really were. But overall, he seemed fit enough to survive my class. He did have a good amount of chest and underarm hair, which I could readily see due to the position of his hands behind his head. And he had a trail of dark hair on the lower part of his abdomen that led down and merged with a dark, full bush of pubic hair. Dangling between his legs were a pair of average size testicles and what appeared to be an average penis.

But unlike the other boys so far, Jim wasn’t completely flaccid. His penis wasn’t resting on top of his scrotum, it was lifted up and pointing away from his body. He certainly wasn’t fully erect yet, but he was definitely aroused. I was actually surprised that none of the other boys up to this point were in the same state as poor Jim. Usually, I’ll have several boys become erect some time during orientation. If it doesn’t happen now during the physical exam, then I’ve seen it occur when they pull their supporter on for the first time, or during the exercise period in the gym, or most often during their group shower. But it was still early in Sarah’s exam and their genital and rectal exam was yet to come. There would be plenty of opportunities for additional stimulation when that occurred.

After a few more boys, Nurse Draper came to Andrew Smith, the boy who originally refused to undress at all. She began by looking in his eyes and throat as she did with the other boys and then quickly pressed her stethoscope to his chest to begin that part of her exam. I took the opportunity to look at what Andrew was trying so hard to hide from us. The most obvious distinguishing feature of Andrew was his hair, which was red. The only red head in the class. He was a little bit taller than the other boys, and maybe just a bit thinner too. But he wasn’t muscular at all, in fact he looked like he might be the weakest boy in the entire class. He had almost no hair at all on his pale chest, and just a slight hint of hair under his arms. Looking down, I saw that he had very little pubic hair and what was there was an almost strawberry blonde, reddish color. His legs were also almost devoid of hair. His genitals, however, were huge. His penis was long and thick, clearly the largest in the entire class and way above average for an 18 year old boy. He was still completely flaccid. His testicles were also larger than average, and dangled freely between his legs.

“OK, breathe normally, you’re done for now,” the nurse said to Andrew.

I motioned for him to walk toward John to get measured. At that moment, I almost wished that I was the one doing the measuring. I wanted to take a tape measure to that sausage between his legs just to see how big it really is.

As Nurse Draper began to examine the final boy, Mike Snyder, I continued to watch as Andrew was measured. As John had him turn around to measure his height, I once again had an unobstructed view of his manhood. After recording his waist size, John handed him a supporter and sent him on his way back to his locker. As I watched it sway back and forth as he walked toward me, I wondered if he’d be able to stuff all of it into his supporter.

The nurse was now finished with Mike Snyder, the final boy, and he was on his way to John for measuring.