It was 5 a.m. and I was on the way to take the physical exam for entrance into the Army National Guard. My recruiter looked at his watch as we pulled up to the large downtown office building.

"We'd better hurry," he said as we headed for the door. We went into the building and took the elevator to the eighth floor. On the eighth floor we walked to a set of doors with "Military Medical Exams" stenciled on it.

"Here we go," said my recruiter. "I will sign you in and they will call me when it's time to pick you up."

I looked around at what looked like a big waiting room. "Cool," I told him.

We went to a desk at the end of the room and signed in a book. The guy behind the counter handed me a sticker, told me to put it on my shirt, head through the door on the left and down the hall to the briefing room.

I did what he told me to do. I walked into a big room where there were a few people sitting at desks like we had at high school. A large heavyset lady wearing a nurse's uniform was in the front of the room and she told me to take a seat. We waited in silence until a young lady came in and took a seat as instructed by our large friend. The nurse grabbed a phone on the wall and told someone that she was ready. She passed out folders to all of us. Two other ladies in nurse's outfits came in the door.

"OK," the large lady said. "I am Nurse Holman, these are Nurse Schmitt and Nurse Gamins. Today we are going to get you all through the military entrance exam. Go through the forms in the folder and fill in your name and social security number on each form."

I went through all the forms and filled in the information.

"Now take your medical history form and fill it out."

I started on the history form and answered all the questions without a problem. A few very personal ones were on the form as well.

"Good," said Nurse Holman. She walked around and organized all our forms.

Then the other heavyset nurse passed out one more form. "OK," Nurse Holman said. "This form says that all of you are here for the Military Entrance Exam. By signing it, you agree to take a physical exam for entrance into the military. Today you will be examined by two doctors; that will include a rectal exam. Gentlemen, you will have one of us nurses as a chaperone while you see Dr. Myers, and ladies, we will chaperone you when you see Dr. Applebee."

We signed the forms and the nurse collected them. I did not like the sound of a rectal exam. The nicest looking nurse told the ladies to follow her and they would begin. The three women left the room following the nurse. The other heavyset nurse told five of the guys in the room to follow her. I was left with four others and Nurse Holman.

"All right guys, let's go," said Nurse Holman. We were led to an eye exam and hearing exam. We saw the other groups in the hallways as we went from room to room. The other guys and I were pretty quiet as we waited for each of the exams.

"OK, next I will need a urine sample," said Nurse Holman as we went over to a door marked "Urinalysis". The first guy went in, then a few minutes later he came out. I went in, and Nurse Holman was standing next to a table. She took my folder and handed me a plastic bottle. "Step over to the urinal and fill the bottle at least 2/3 full."

"OK, no problem," I thought. I stepped over to the urinal and started to unzip. Before I went, I looked over to see Nurse Holman looking on.

She calmly said, "I have to watch you provide the sample."

It took forever to get going with my audience. Finally, I got it going and slowly filled the bottle; then I switched out to finish in the urinal. I handed the bottle to Nurse Holman, who had latex gloves on. She put a label on the bottle and made some notes on one of the forms in my folder. She told me to take a seat outside and send the next guy in.

I went out and sat next to the first guy who went in. He said, "Man, that sucked, having an audience like that."

I agreed with him and we talked about the high schools we went to. After a while, everyone had gone in and we were off to get blood drawn.

Our next stop was to a room labeled "Pre Exam" and "Range of Motion". The other group of guys was already in waiting for us.

"OK," Nurse Holman said as she took a seat at a table at the front of the room. We took a seat along the wall on a bench.

"All right guys, bring your folders up and set them on the table." she said.

The other nurse went out the door that we came in. There was another door on the other side of the room labeled "Prep Room". There was a scale on the right of the table and a small partition that filled the corner on the left side.

"All right guys, strip down to your under shorts." Nurse Holman said.

An older man in a doctor's coat came into the room with the other nurse. The two sat at the table with Nurse Holman. We got undressed and I soon wished that I had worn boxers for a bit of added coverage. Once we were undressed, we all had to line up facing the table. We walked to the table and turned around and then did various types of movements such as walk on our toes, walk on our heels, and rotate our arms.

The doctor then left and the other heavyset nurse told us to line up in front of the scale. I was behind one other guy, and as he got on the scale, the nurse noted his weight and height. Then she handed him his folder and told him to go see Nurse Holman over behind the partition. I was next up on the scale and my height and weight were written down on my chart.

I headed over to the partition just as the first guy was walking back to his clothes. He had a funny look on his face. I went around the side of the partition and Nurse Holman was sitting on a small stool next to a little table. She grabbed my folder and told me to drop my underwear to my knees and stand in front of her.

As I slowly slid my underwear down to my knees, I watched as Nurse Holman pulled a pair of latex gloves over her chubby fingers. She adjusted her fingers in the gloves as she told me to stand with my feet shoulder width apart. I adjusted my feet as I felt her latex encased hand grab hold of my testicles. It caught me off guard to have her feeling my nuts. She released her grip and then turned her attention to my folder where she made some notes.

"OK, one more check," she said as she picked up what looked like a toothpaste tube. She told me to turn around and face the wall.

"Oh, no," I thought. This couldn't be what I think it is.

"Bend forward and spread your cheeks," she said. I watched as she put a glob of gel onto her finger.

She repeated herself. "Turn around and bend forward and spread your cheeks."

I slowly complied with the directions. Once I was in the required position, she told me to count to three. I began, "One, two," and I felt the cold gel on my rectum. "Three," and then I felt the large finger go into my butt. I took a small step forward and groaned a bit as the massive latex covered intruder forced its way in. Then she pulled it out to my relief. Next there was the soft wipe of a Kleenex on my rear.

"Pull your underwear up," she said. I heard the sound of latex gloves coming off. I quickly complied and turned around to face my attacker. She sat noting items on my chart. She handed me the folder and told me to have a seat by the prep room door.

I walked out and saw the first guy getting dressed and heading out the main door. I wondered what was going on. The next guy to be violated started to get dressed and I asked him, "What did she tell you?"

He looked over and said that he was supposed to get dressed and wait for Dr Applebee.

"Damn," I thought. "What the hell does a prep entail?" Well, one more guy came and sat in his undies. Then a few headed to their clothes and out the door. There was one more guy to wait with us. Then as the last guy got dressed and headed out the door, the other nurse told Nurse Holman she was going to check with Dr. Meyer while she prepped us.

Nurse Holman came around and grabbed my folder, as I was the closest to the door of the prep room. She told me to follow her into the room. I walked behind her and looked at the room. It was a small room with an exam table toward the center, and a sink off to the side. The other side of the door had a doorway that led to a small bathroom.

Nurse Holman placed my folder on the counter next to the sink and began to pull items out of the cabinet. As she was running the water, she turned to look at me and said, "Take off your underwear and have a seat on the table."

I looked over as she pulled an IV bag out of the sink and hooked it to a stand. Then she went through the routine of snapping latex gloves on over her plump fingers. She pulled a small packet out of the drawer and then the tube of gel as well. She wheeled the stand over toward the exam table and attached a nozzle that was in the packet and began to glob gel onto it.

"Go ahead, get onto your knees, and rest your head on the table."

I knew I was beat so I did as instructed. Then the old familiar count-to-three order was given. I started it, and at "two" felt the cold gel, then at "three" felt a slimmer nozzle push its way forward. "That was not so bad," I thought.

Then she started the flow. This was my first enema, and that was not what I was expecting. After a few seconds, I was squirming around and hoping to be free of that damn nozzle. But Nurse Holman held it firmly. She told me to breathe slowly and relax, and it would be over shortly. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt like I was ready to burst.

"Good. We have 1500 milliliters in."

"Damn!" I was trying to think back to the metric system. Whatever the amount, it was a lot. She removed the nozzle and told me to go ahead and use the rest room.

I quickly headed to the toilet and expelled the enema. It felt awesome to get that out of my system. Once I thought there wasn't a drop left in me, I wiped up and headed back into the room. Not much of an option since it was the only way out. Nurse Holman was hanging another enema bag on the stand. I felt my heart drop.

"OK. Let's check to see if you're good," Nurse Holman said.

She went to the box of latex gloves and struggled to get a pair on her hands. Again, the gel was applied to her finger. "Turn around, bend over and spread them."

I did as I was told and again was instructed to count to three. This task was the worst part of my day. "One," then "two," as the cold gel made its presence known; then "three" brought the larger finger into its place. My feet were braced for it this time, and just as I felt her knuckles push against my rear, her finger came out and she was wiping me with the Kleenex.

"Good. Go ahead and put on your underwear," she told me.

I put my underwear on and watched as the nurse wrote more things onto my folder. Finally, she handed me the folder and told me to get dressed and wait for Dr. Applebee. I got dressed as the next guy headed in for his prep. Out in the main room I looked around to find a door marked "Dr. Applebee". I took a seat next to the door. I looked over the papers in the folder.

The door opened and the last guy to leave the pre-physical room walked out. "Go on in," he told me.

I walked in and there was the old doctor who watched us go through the range of motion things. The doctor was sitting behind a desk. He looked up at me, "Close the door and hand me your folder." I did what he said.

"OK. Go ahead, get undressed, and have a seat on the exam table."

I looked over to the other side of the room. There was a cabinet, exam table and a small sink area. As I got undressed, the doctor started to ask me questions. "Do you always have trouble urinating?"

"No," I replied as I pulled my shoes off. "Just not used to having someone watch."

"OK," he said. "I understand that. "Well, are you having trouble with your bowel movements?"

"No," I told him.

"Says that you needed an enema."

"Oh, yeah, just didn't get a chance to work on that this morning."

"OK," he said. "Go ahead and finish undressing."

I was down to my underwear and headed toward the table. "Those will have to come off as well," he told me.

I got my last bit of clothing off and sat on the table. The doctor took my folder to the counter next to the sink and marked a few notes on it. Then he pulled a tray out of the cabinet and sat it on a cart that was close to the exam table.

I looked at the items on the tray. There was a pile of latex gloves, a plastic cup with a cover, a wooden Popsicle stick, and a long package lying on the side.

The doctor grabbed a light from the wall next to the sink, and checked my ears and eyes with it. He put the light back and made more notes on my folder. Then he pulled a stethoscope out of his coat pocket, placed the cold metal on my chest, and had me take a few breaths.

Then he checked on my back. Again, he wrote notes on the chart. Then he grabbed a pair of gloves off the tray and pulled them on. They fit his hands loosely, unlike the heavy nurse. He pulled them high up to his wrists and let go with a snap. He grabbed the wooden stick and had me open up and say the infamous "ahhhhh". Next, he felt my gums with his latex covered finger.

"Good," he said, as he stripped off his gloves and marked notes on my folder. The nasty taste of latex was in my mouth.

"Stand up for me," he said, as he marked notes down.

I got up slowly and had to separate the paper on the table from my buttocks. He finished his notes and put on another pair of gloves from the tray. With the snap of the gloves, he told me to stand with my feet shoulder width apart and face forward. He pulled up a small stool and sat eye level with my penis. The cold latex covered hand grabbed my penis and slowly moved up and down my shaft. Then he reached down and grabbed my left testicle. I looked down and he told me to look forward.

"Damn! What the hell?" I thought, as I focused my attention on the painting on the wall. He rolled my testicle between his fingers. Then he moved to my right testicle. Next, he told me to turn my head and cough. His finger worked its way behind my testicle, and as I coughed, I felt it move up. Then he told me to cough again. I did and felt the finger move up higher. Then he did the same thing on the other side.

"OK, good," he said. "Next I need you to turn around and place your hands on the table."

I looked over as he pulled the familiar tube out of a drawer. He picked up the cup and told me to hold onto it with one hand. He told me that he had to perform a rectal exam, followed by a prostate exam. Then he would collect a sample of prostate fluid.

"OK, just lean forward and hold the cup against your penis."

I leaned forward and waited for the old "count-to-three". There was no warning from this doctor. The finger went into my rectum and moved around. I felt his finger moving around and going deeper then Nurse Holman had gone. Then he told me that I would feel an urge to urinate, but I wouldn't. He wasn't kidding! He moved his finger around and it hit me.

I grabbed the table tighter with my free hand. Wow! The feeling was great as he worked that finger around. It was a few minutes before I watched fluid drip into the cup. I was not sure if I had an orgasm there or something else. I still am not sure to this day.

After he removed his finger, the doctor moved back to the tray, wiped his finger on a little card, and then put on a fresh set of gloves. I was hoping for a Kleenex to remove the excess gel. He took the cup from me and again made notes.

"OK, last item of business is the proctoscope. Get onto the table on your knees and put your shoulders down for me."

I got in the embarrassing enema position. I watched as he ripped open the packet that was left on the tray. It was a long plastic tube. He started to glob some of the gel onto the tube. Then without warning, he was behind me. Wham, the tube went in! Pain shot through my body. The tube was forced up farther then I ever thought was possible.

Damn! The tube was moved from side to side and up farther and moved around again. After a few minutes, it was removed and I felt relieved. Then I felt the Kleenex, which meant I was done, thank God.

"Go ahead and get dressed," the doctor told me as he made notes on the folder.

After I was dressed, he handed me my folder and told me to go wait for Dr. Meyer.

"Damn! Not this again," I thought.

I went out the door and the next guy headed in. Both guys were already out of the prep room. There was another guy waiting outside the door marked Dr. Meyer. I sat next to him and we both remarked how painful that doctor's exam was.

He was next to go in. Nurse Holman came over to us and asked if we were waiting to see Dr. Meyer. We told her we were, and she stood around. Then the guy in with Dr. Meyer came out, and Nurse Holman went in. A few seconds later the other heavyset nurse came out and told the guy next to me to go in. I was curious to see the doctor. I wondered if she would be good looking. It might me embarrassing if I got a hard on before the exam.

I looked through the folder and tried to read all of the notes that the doctor had written. Most everything was marked normal. After about 20 minutes, the door opened and the guy walked out, so I headed in. Nurse Holman was sitting off to the side of the desk. She took my file from me and I turned to close the door. The doctor was a tall black female in her forties. She was washing her hands in the sink. She turned to look at me and said, "Go ahead and remove your clothes for me."

I started to get undressed as she pulled out a tray like the one that had been in Dr. Applebee's room. Nurse Holman started to talk to the doctor across the room.

"Doctor, he had some trouble urinating earlier and we had to prep him. We should run a Foley just in case."

The doctor turned and pulled a packet out of the cabinet. Then she set up some metal rods from the side of the exam table.

I was down to my underwear by then. Nurse Holman looked over and said, "Get those off, too. Slip this on and have a seat over there."

I did as she instructed. As the nurse walked over and handed the doctor my folder she gave me a gown. I was happy to have some coverage. The doctor spent a few moments looking over my folder while Nurse Holman fiddled around in the cabinet.

The doctor set down my folder, and started the exam with the stethoscope and then checked my eyes and ears. Next the nurse held open a glove for her to slip her slender fingers in. She used the wooden stick, and then felt my gums. After she was done, she looked over and told Nurse Holman to make dental "normal".

The nurse marked the information on the folder as the doctor took off her gloves. The nurse got another pair of gloves out for the doctor. "Go ahead and lie back for me."

I slid back on the table and laid my head on the paper. I stared at the cover over the light fixture and hoped that I would not get a hard on.

I felt someone grab my hanging feet and guide them up so that they were flexed. I looked down to see Nurse Holman moving my leg and the metal rod into place. Then the other leg was guided until I was spread open. The gown did nothing to cover me in this position. Later I found out this was the same way girls were examined. Then without warning, the doctor's latex-encased fingers grabbed my penis and I looked down out of habit. Nurse Holman, keeping a watchful eye, told me to look straight up.

Damn! I thought she could ruin the possibility of an erection. The doctor looked over to Nurse Holman and said, "Penis is normal."

I felt her move to my testicle and after a while she moved to the other one. She asked me to cough a few times for her, and then she was done with that. She told Nurse Holman, "Normal testicles and no hernias present."

The nurse scratched that onto the folder and told Dr. Meyer that Dr. Applebee had not done a Foley, so it should be run to be sure.

"Damn. What is that," I wondered?

The doctor said, "Good idea, Nancy. Pull out the kit and some sterile gloves."

Nurse Holman moved over to the cabinet and pulled out a few packets. The doctor took off her gloves and took two of the packets. She put more gloves on, and so did Nurse Holman. She opened a few more packets. I could not see any more of what they were doing with my legs up in the holders. Then the doctor said, "OK, we are going to collect some more urine from you with a small tube. Just relax and count backwards from one hundred."

Nurse Holman piped in that everything was ready. I felt the cold gloves of the doctor grab my penis, and then something cold was at the head on my penis. "Start counting," she told me.

I started, and then…wham! It hit me that the tube was going into my penis. Damn, it hurt! I grabbed onto the edges of the table and counted a bit louder. By the time I got to 70 I felt a tug and then just felt like I took a big piss. Then a few counts later, she said, "Good. Everything is good."

The tube was removed and it was like something was being pulled out of my penis. I grabbed harder onto the table.

The doctor finished up and put on new gloves again. The nurse made more notes on the folder. "Now we need to do a rectal exam."

The doctor put her finger out as Nurse Holman held the familiar tube of gel. On the finger it went. "Just breathe deeply for me."

She took a position in front of me. In that damn position with the gown, I could not see anything. I felt the cold gel and then the slender finger working its way into me. The doctor looked over, "Normal rectal tone." The finger swept around in my butt. "No masses or lumps."

Then I felt her hit that special spot inside of me. My penis shot up. "Prostate is normal; no lumps," she told the nurse.

I was breathing harder and my hands gripped the table. Her finger was out and I felt my erection was raging. "Nurse Holman, get the stool guaiac card."

The nurse pulled a small card out and the doctor wiped her finger on it. "Note the guaiac is normal," she said. "Prepare the scope."

"Oh, damn!" I thought.

The nurse ripped open the tube and started to make some preparations. The doctor was putting on a fresh pair of gloves. She positioned herself in the front of me and told me to take a few deep breaths. I felt the cold gel once again and then…wham! It hit me that the tube was on the way in. It hurt like hell, and I grabbed onto the table. I tried to move my body back away from the painful intruder. Nurse Holman was quick to pipe in, "Hold still."

The doctor told me, "Relax. It may be a bit uncomfortable, but just relax."

I tried to put my knees together but the rods held my feet and the tube just went farther up. Then I felt the doctor's latex-covered knuckles on my cheeks. She started to move around and then slowly it was taken out. Then up farther and moved from side to side. I took a few deep breaths.

"Almost over," said the doctor. "You are doing well."

A few moments later, the tube was out and I was wiped up with the Kleenex. I saw Nurse Holman making notes. The doctor said, "Rectal walls good; no signs of any abnormalities."

"OK, one more thing. We will need a semen sample from you. Would you like to try and handle that yourself?"

Before she finished talking Nurse Holman piped in, "Dr. Applebee did that for him, so we need to use the same method. I will take care of that while you finish the paperwork."

"Good thinking, Nancy."

The doctor took a seat over at her table as Nurse Holman helped my feet out of the guide rods. She told me to stand up, face the wall, and take my gown off; not that it did any good anyway. "Now place your hands on the exam table and bend forward."

I turned around and faced the wall. The doctor said, "Have him bend forward and take a step back from the table to make it easier." I followed her guidance. I looked over at Nurse Holman who was putting on latex gloves and working them over her chubby fingers. She globbed the gel onto her fingers and then grabbed the cup from the tray, leaving it empty. "Count to three for me," came from behind.

"One," I said, then at "two," there was the cool gel, and at "three," up went that huge finger. It had to be the size of the tube! The finger went farther up then ever before. I felt something else going on as the pain of my stretched anus faded. My penis shot up to attention. Then from behind the cup was placed over the head.

The doctor said, "There might not be much of a sample depending on how well Dr. Applebee did."

Wham! The spasms hit me from deep inside. I felt like I wanted to move my hips to welcome that anal intruder. Nurse Holman told me to take it easy and relax. I was too caught up with sensations. Finally, I started to ooze something from my penis.

"Doctor, his sphincter is starting to spasm. I think we got it out."

She continued the probing of the inner gland. My hands dug deeper into the table. The big finger went in and out, and I could feel her latex-encased knuckle hit my exposed buttocks. "Almost done," she announced.

"Good," said the doctor, like she was the one going through this procedure. I let out a few grunts and my knees went weak as I steadied myself holding the table. She made a few more thrusts into my rectum. "Sounds like you got it," said the doctor as my embarrassment reached its peak.

She finally pulled out her finger and told me to hold onto the cup. She came around the front and with the gloved hand that was holding the cup, used her chubby fingers in the latex glove to grip my penis and pull from the base to the tip, getting a few more drops out of the penis. She grabbed the cup and set it on the counter, took off her gloves, and handed me a box of Kleenex. I cleaned myself up and watched as she covered the cup and washed her hands.

The doctor looked up and told me to get dressed. I got dressed and she told me everything looked good and that the lab work would be back in a few days and I should get a call form my recruiter. The nurse turned around as I was heading toward the door. "You did a good job today; I will see you before you go off to basic training."

Walking out of there that day I was interested in big women. I think Nancy Holman had a lot to do with that. I looked forward to seeing what she meant when said she would see me.