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Views: 2019 Created: 2019.09.04 Updated: 2019.09.07

John's Exam

Room One, please.

He was just a tad shorter than Mark, John guessed. Buzz cut, glasses, nicely.fitting slacks and polo.

Getting to the corner, he stopped. "Let's use room one, please." Waiting for John to enter, then shutting the door.

"I'm Chris, the nurse. I see you're here for the ESU physical?", using the abbreviation.

Nodding, "Yes. My dad comes here and my brother and I thought it would be a good time to switch."

"And...your last exam?"

"About nine months, for sports. Last office exam was.... probably jusr over two years. By Dr Jones at Peds R Us.. smiling.

"Looks like everything he checked was good Take off everything above the waist, and i will be right back," he says as he exits.

This may not be so bad, loosening his tie, draping it under his blue oxford button down over the back of the chair.

The black, ribbed a shirt is folded lengthwise, over the shirt.

Looking around, he notices the silver fixtures on the end of the table, assuming he knows what they're for. Gloves, lube, some old fashioned glass thermometers near their electronic cousin.

He sees a covered dish. It piques his curiosity, and..condoms!

He remembers hearing some of the elders at church talking, something about taxes paying for kids' escapades. He smiles, and makes a mental note.

A door opens and closes. Next door, a female voice, brusque, i just need to draw it up, Drop your skirt and panties.

A single knock and Chris is there. "Ready? We need to get a urine and a chest film."

Leading the way, they passed the desk and turned down the hall where their blood had been drawn. Just past Matt's station was a small x ray area and a restroom.

"Go ahead and do the sample. The instructions are posted."

Rolling his eyes, he was fascinated as he entered and saw the instructions. Dropping everyrhing, taking his penis in the right hand and using the cleansing wipe, feeling the cool, then tossing the wipe, and making the sample mid stream. Labeling the cup, he left it in the designated area, washed his hands and left.

The x ray area was empty as he entered, soon standing by the plate sideways and then facing.

He waa thinking to himself that these aren't that different. The x ray tech walks him back to the room, telling him to "STRIP" to just your undsrshorts..to start," smiling as her words sink in as she leaves.

The door closes, softly. He sighs, and sits in the combination clothes rack and chair, slipping off his black dress shoes and sox placing them inside the shoes.

Sliding them under the chair, he stands, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, mounted under the over counter cabinet.

Sighing, he wonders about this plan. Unbuckling, unfastening, unbuttoning, he drops the navy slacks to the floor, stepping out.

Folding them, he places them over the shirt, now wearing nothing more than mens bikini briefs. He looks around the room, and mounts the table.

He thinks back to overhearing his parents. Is this the way his dad starts?

If so, i wonder if he's as anxious as i am.

It bordered on eerie. Less than a minute after he had chosen to sit between the stirrups, a single knock and Chris reappears.

"Doing okay?" Moving to take the bp cuff, and wrapping, Pumping and watching, "I was anxious, too."

"Really!?"

"Ohhh, yeah.! Still get a little anxious, but nothing like the first time. Definitely a new experience. New feelings... Let's get the weight...motioning to the scales."

John stood, stepping down from the end of the table. Chris admired the black briefs against the tanned body, the dirty blonde hair and blue eyes

Stepping up,...watching the weights slide,.196,.. feeling the slide settle on his head, 74 inches. Good, healthy weight.

"Any questions for me? " Waiting, John thinking, "Any concerns or questions for the doc?"

"Okay, he's here, and you're his first. It won't be long!" Smiling , Chris exits.

And the wait begins.