************ PART 1 ***********

Adrian Billings looked pretty much like your all-American teen, except he wasn't a teen anymore. He was 20. And if you said his body looked like it belonged to the captain and star shortstop of his high school's baseball team, you'd be right. A star swimmer, too. His biceps and torso were products of plenty of upper-body movement, and his lower body looked impressive whether he was in jeans or a speedo or snug baseball pants.

Adrian had passed all his rudimentary sports physicals with barely a glancing look from the elderly town doctor who seemed more perturbed than anything by the yearly ritual of examining teen athletes. But now Adrian was in college, studying English actually, and paying his own way by trying to work a variety of jobs. He had found a job in the IT department of a local manufacturing company, but because the position was classified as "light physical duty," he had to pass a physical to get the job.

It was July and the college's health clinic was closed, so Adrian made an appointment in the next city over at a huge clinic that was much different than his hometown doctor's. Actually, his mom made it for him, with a Dr. Jo Robinson. When Adrian arrived, he checked in at a main information desk and was ushered off to the internal medicine department on the third floor where he waited with around a dozen other patients, mainly 65 or older.

Adrian had come dressed in an old T-shirt with his high school's logo, red mesh shorts, and loose-fitting boxers, as if heading to a sports physical. As he stretched and yawned, revealing the waistband of his dark-blue boxers and slight treasure trail, the jock looked so out of place among the gray hair and walkers that the young brunette medical assistant came out in her blue scrubs to suggest Adrian was supposed to be upstairs in the Pediatric/Adolescent department for a high school sports physical. But Adrian responded that, no, he wasn't in high school, and was here for an employment physical. As Adrian handed over his forms, he noticed the assistant's name was Julie, and as Julie glanced through the partially completed four-page form, she saw Adrian was almost her exact age.

"So this is for a job, not school?"

Adrian nodded eagerly as Julie scrutinized the form to confirm how thorough the 20-year-old's exam would need to be. Then she glanced into the mesh covering Adrian's crotch, knowing it would not be concealed for long.

Adrian paged through a Sports Illustrated until hearing his name and then rose to follow Julie into a hallway where she asked him to slip off his shoes and stand straight. When he did, Julie moved closer and could smell the scent of a jock who had been spending time in the sun. Adrian's abdomen rose and fell as Julie measured his height and then his weight. Julie's boyfriend, Ryan, wore mesh shorts a lot, so when she looked down on Adrian's frame and saw a bump, she gave a wry smile.

"5'1", 175."

Adrian stood silent as Julie scanned his frame, from his slightly pink nose to his calves sporting light blond hair.

"So let me guess. You played baseball in high school."

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

Julie glanced at the stud's biceps, well-defined but not bulging. "A sneaking suspicion."

"Football and swimming, too, but baseball was my favorite."

"So are you, um, in college?"

"Yep. Going to be a junior. How about you?"

"Yes. Pre-med."

"Like, in medicine?"

"Yep. Gonna be a doctor. Actually, my job here is part employment, part clinical internship, so I can get some practical experience. Shadow Dr. Robinson, you know."

As Julie led Adrian into the last exam room on the right, he counted his lucky stars that Julie wasn't a doctor yet as the pre-med major took his blood pressure. Adrian felt the stirrings of erection but couldn't help it because he couldn't help but look at Julie's breasts in her scrubs and think about how they seemed to be perfect.

Adrian blinked as Julie scrutinized the back of the form he had brought to the exam, and then watched the brunette smooth out paper on the exam table, open a drawer, and pull out a cloth something or other.

"This is an employment physical, so, Adrian, you'll need to get undressed today for us."

Julie directed her brown eyes deeply into Adrian's to gauge whether the 20-year-old had a clue.

"And you can just leave all of your clothes on the chair."

Julie had stressed the word "all," but sensed it was not sinking in.

"And it looks like, uh, everything off, Adrian, including any undershorts you might be wearing today."

The 20-year-old felt his stomach drop into his ankle-length stockings as Julie opened up another drawer on the exam table and put a tube of what looked to Adrian like toothpaste on a tray next to the table.

"But here you go."

Adrian took the gown from the medical assistant as she told him to have a seat on the end of the exam table. "Bare butt on the paper part, please. We'll be with you in a few minutes."

Bare butt? Whoa! Adrian rubbed his forehead before checking the door to make sure it was fully closed. Then the former high school jock stripped his white T-shirt from his 5'11 frame and realized he had never even been bare-chested at the doctor before, let alone having to take "everything off," including "any undershorts."

At first he thanked God for the gown, but after he put it around his back and got his arms through the holes he realized it was far from covering everything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "this old Doc Robinson, he's going to see everything!"

Adrian still had his boxers on under the gown as he walked to the chair where he had been sitting and placed his T-shirt and mesh shorts on it. He balanced on one foot and then the other to remove his white ankle-length socks. Finally, he tugged at the sides of his boxers until they were at his knees, and then let them drop to the floor the rest of the way before scooping them up and placing them on top of the rest of his clothes.

The 20-year-old blond felt his testicles jiggle as he hopped to the end of the exam table where Julie had directed him to sit. Adrian looked down through the gap in the front of the gown, past the thin trail of hair that had developed under his navel in the past year. Shit! His penis had never looked so small. Adrian tried to fold the cotton over his crotch, but it was no use, so he pulled at his penis to try to fluff it up a little bit. It was a hot day, so his testicles pooled onto the table as the 20-year-old moved his legs up and down with nervous energy, listening for any sign that the doctor might be on his way in.

After about five minutes Adrian heard some shuffling of papers and two women talking and then a soft knock and ...

"Hell,o Adrian."

The blond stud felt his eyebrows go to his hairline as he pulled his knees together and did a once-over of the entrant, who couldn't be the doctor because she didn't have a white coat on and looked not much older than he did, and, well, she was a she!

"I'm Dr. Robinson."

************ PART 2 ***********

Twenty-year-old Adrian Billings had his hands over his crotch, but had to take the right one away as he shook the doctor's.

"It's, uh, Doctor? It's, uh, nice to, oh --"

Adrian thought it odd that Dr. Robinson had left the door open, but a half second later he discovered why as Julie silently entered the exam room, closed the door, and then leaned against it, clasped a clipboard against her breasts, bit her upper lip, and smiled at the blond stud.

As Dr. Robinson crossed to put Adrian's file down on the little desk, she took note that the young man had left his boxers on top of his mesh shorts, T-shirt, and white socks. He was naked, except for the gown. Then she leaned her butt against the desk and crossed her arms in a way that lifted her breasts for Adrian to see.

"So Julie has you all ready for the complete physical you need today, I see."

"See, um, I thought I was going to have a --"

Dr. Robinson looked squarely into Adrian's blue eyes and let him know, "We'll be out of here in a jiffy."

"Well, I haven't, um, ever, had a, uh ... especially with another, um --"

"Adrian?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be fine. I've done dozens of these before, and Julie's just here to learn."

Julie looked up from her clipboard and smiled broader this time.

Dr. Robinson rose from the desk and took a few steps toward her gowned patient, grasping his tanned right bicep to put him at ease. "I'm sure you've had a few sports physicals before, from the looks of it probably not too long ago. Julie tells me you're quite the baseball player. Swimming too?"

Adrian nodded without explaining that he had never had to undress for a physical before. As he did, Dr. Robinson thought to herself how she had never given a physical to a young man like Adrian. She was only 29 and female, so most of her patients were women. And because she was an internist with a geriatric specialty, she could not recall any time she had examined a male in his 20s.

Adrian kept his knees together as he tried not to look at the front of the doctor's blouse tucked into form-fitting slacks as she became fixated on his bare, hairless chest, largely unconcealed by the gown.

"Adrian, you've never had a complete physical before, have you?"

"N-no."

"Well, for future reference, um ..."

Dr. Robinson turned toward Julie.

"Julie, don't forget that when you ask younger male patients to disrobe completely, you need to instruct them that the opening in the gown goes in the back."

Adrian had no idea why, but kept his knees tightly together and hands clasped over his crotch. "You can turn the gown around now, if you want."

Adrian looked at Julie, who looked at him, and shrugged.

"N-no. I'll be okay like this."

With that, Dr. Robinson retrieved an instrument from its holder, pressed her waistline lightly into his bare knees, and began examining the young man's eyes, ears, nose, and throat.

"Aah."

"Aah."

Then she placed the instrument back in its holder and examined the young man's neck.

"Swallow."

He did.

"Good."

Adrian's bare penis was pressed against his wrist, which left him adequately concealed but also half aroused given the skin-on-skin contact.

Then Dr. Robinson retrieved her stethoscope and pressed it into his bare chest, moving it around a half dozen places, each time getting lower and lower. Adrian was about three-quarters hard when without warning Dr. Robinson tugged at the shoulders of the exam gown so she could lower it to examine his back. Once revealed, the doctor stood in back of the 20-year-old stud and moved her stethoscope around his back, asking him to breathe in and out several times.

The breaths did not come easy, and with each beat of his heart he felt his penis throb into a full erection. He didn't know where to look, so he looked at Julie with hopes that if he looked into her eyes she would not look into his crotch to see what was happening.

It didn't work. Even though Adrian's knees were tightly clasped and his arms over his waist, his erection had nowhere to go except for between his bare wrists. Julie stole a glance at the young man's erection and then raised her clipboard to pretend she was looking at that when in reality she was looking at about two inches of a 20-year-old's erection. Adrian could tell what she was doing.

Dr. Robinson returned to the little desk to make some notes, and when she returned to her patient she had a little rubber hammer in her hand.

"All right. Let's check those reflexes."

Adrian felt like his was going to faint.

"So, knees apart a little bit, and hands to your side."

It was at that point that Dr. Robinson observed the aroused state of her young patient. She looked at his face, which was almost as red as the head on his penis. She pretended not to notice, but in reality, how couldn't she? As Adrian leaned back on the table to display the inevitable, his erect penis had snaked up his belly, and pulsated perhaps an inch short of his navel. When the doctor put hammer to knee, Adrian jerked in a way that made his pooled-up testicles jiggle.

Dr. Robinson could not help but notice that either and thought to herself, "Well, that will make the thorough testicular exam that much easier."

************ PART 3 ***********

When the physician returned the hammer to the table, Adrian tugged at one side of the gown to cover himself, but that only gave Julie license to lift her head from her clipboard to observe Adrian's predicament.

"Okay, Adrian, I need to ask you to lie back now."

Adrian Billings could not believe what he was hearing or what he was doing as he slid back on the table and heard the paper covering crinkle as he had little choice but to let the gown fall to the sides. The young man again put his wrists over his crotch as he heard Dr. Robinson instruct Julie to "Come over here, to the front, for the rest."

As Dr. Robinson waited for Julie to take her position, the physician stood over the young man and took stock for just a second, admiring the sheer beauty of a 20-year-old blond athlete only in his physical prime, but aroused as much as he was embarrassed. Julie, for her part, felt her nipples harden and her vagina getting wet. While she had seen her boyfriend naked and aroused, she was always naked too. This was the first time she had been fully dressed while a young man her age had nothing on at all, and she found it strangely exciting.

Dr. Robinson moved to the left side of the exam table and directed Julie to "Put down your clipboard and stand closer. Here, by my side." As Julie did as she was instructed, the young 20-somethings locked their eyes. Julie could tell Adrian was mortified. Julie wondered whether the young patient could tell she was getting horny.

"Okay, Julie, when examining a patient emerging from adolescence, it's good to see where he's at puberty-wise. Adrian here is about done, but one way to check is to ..."

Dr. Robinson grasped the former baseball player's right wrist and moved it toward his ears, and Adrian knew he had no choice but to move his other arm into that position too. Because Julie was at the doctor's side, her head was closer to Adrian's crotch than was Adrian's.

"... check under here, under his arms." Blondish hair, but not a lot of it, was what the examiners saw.

"And then continue the exam by examining the young man's chest. Adrian, do you shave -- your chest, I mean?"

The stud could barely utter a "N-no."

"See, Julie, Adrian is naturally pretty smooth, not much hair. Just the way some men are."

Adrian felt the physician's hands reach his midsection as she instructed Julie that "Now is a good time to examine the abdomen, feeling for masses, abnormalities."

She kept going lower and lower. Adrian spread his legs apart and lifted his head to see Julie watching intently. She was observing the doctor, but she also knew she had license to take in a close-up view of Adrian's genitalia. She embraced the opportunity, in case it was almost over, to observe the young man's lightly-haired testicles drooping toward the exam table's white paper covering. His erect penis was lying on top of a pencil-wide trial of light hair leading from his crotch to his navel.

Julie realized that while Adrian's balls seemed to be bigger than her boyfriend's, his penis was shorter and for sure thinner. But that didn't mean she was turned off by it. Not by any means. Just the reverse. In a flash, Julie thought about the first time she had given her boyfriend a blow job, or tried to, but couldn't hold it there for long because it was just too thick. Adrian, though, seemed to be the perfect size. Giving a blowjob with the guy finishing off inside her mouth had always been a fantasy.

"With young male athletes like Adrian, the abdomen will be rigid, which of course is normal. Some would call it a six-pack."

Dr. Robinson winked at Adrian, and when she did, something came over him and he arched his back in a way that made his lean torso lengthen so the doctor and young assistant could see just a hint of his ribs. He could not help but flinch as he sensed his examiner's fingers were about to touch his pubic hair, and he gasped as he felt the doctor's wrist brush against his erection.

"Then you reach the groin area and assess the distribution of pubic hair for ..."

Adrian blocked out the rest of what Dr. Robinson was saying as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Julie's head right over his abdomen. And a second after Dr. Robinson took her hand away, he heard her say, "Here, Julie, you try."

************ PART 4 ***********

Adrian Billings felt Julie’s index and middle finger lightly press against his light treasure trail. As the 20-year-old medical assistant moved lower toward his privates, the former high school baseball player looked down to see his penis flinch. Then Julie began tugging at the stud’s pubic hair, wondering whether Adrian’s slender erection felt different than her boyfriend’s larger one, which was the only naked penis she had ever experienced.

Julie was careful not to cross the line to touch Adrian’s most-private place unless and until she was so directed. But she very much had the urge to so so, and Adrian also wanted her to grab his cock, and to put it between her breasts, and let him slide back and forth till he spurted three days’ worth of semen onto the underside of her chin.

The sensation of having a female’s fingers so close to but not on his hard-on was nearly more than Adrian could bear. He felt himself getting close to ejaculation, but then the conversation turned.

“Dr. Robinson?”

“Yes, Julie.”

“Is Adrian, um, smaller than normal?”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, um, based on my experience, my boyfriend is, um …”

Adrian was mortified! Julie was discussing his size, or lack thereof, and actually comparing him with another guy – her boyfriend – who was larger!

“Well, Adrian is a little bit— Julie, go into the top drawer of the desk.”

The medical assistant turned from Adrian and did as she was told, and Adrian counted his lucky stars upon recognizing his erection was subsiding. But then …

“There should be a cloth tape measurer in there.”

Adrian wanted to run screaming from the clinic as if a terrified little boy. There he was, lying in a brightly-lit examination room basically naked, the first exam gown he had ever worn at his thighs, in the most vulnerable position imaginable. And it appeared two fully clothed and quite honestly hot women were about to assess the size of his erection. Or what was left of it.

“Adrian?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Hold your penis up so Julie can measure it.”

As Julie did as she was told, she positioned the tape measurer toward the underside of young Adrian’s softening penis, and roughly gauged it at about five inches.

“No, Julie. Other side. For an accurate measurement.”

Julie shifted position and did as she was told, remaining careful not to touch Adrian’s penis. Not yet. Maybe later. Hopefully later. She actually found Adrian's size perfect and highly arousing. Julie imagined fingering herself with one hand and cupping Adrian's droopy balls with her other as she took in his whole erection and sniffed the depths of his blondish pubic hair, with the tip of his wet penis against the back of her throat.

“About four and a—“

Adrian couldn’t stay silent. “Well, a little while ago I was more, um—“

Dr. Robinson engaged Julie in a conversation that men, “particularly younger ones,” oftentimes will get erections during examinations, but that she should generally proceed with the examination and assure her patient that erections are normal and frequently they will then subside.

And subside it did. Adrian tried to think of an experience from high school, the week after he had turned 18. It was after a baseball game, and his girlfriend Anna had given him a ride home. He invited her in, and they ended up in his room where Adrian slipped off his sweaty jersey and then reclined on his bed as Anna hovered over him and revealed her naked tits to him for the first time. As she began tonguing his nipples, Adrian said he was "all sweaty" and should "really take a shower," but Anna had told him that she didn't mind, and in fact said he smelled "like a stud," which caused Adrian's penis to stiffen almost immediately and press against the protective cup he wore during baseball.

But it was no use.

“Well, Adrian is probably on the smaller side of normal. But entirely normal. And it’s the health of the organ that matters. Lack of disease, unusual discharge, that sort of thing.”

Dr. Robinson looked back at Adrian.

“So, Adrian, let’s have a look, make sure everything's healthy. Go ahead and sit up, scoot toward the edge of the table, and we’ll continue.

"You can leave your gown on. For now.”

************ PART 5 ***********

Adrian Billings sat up and moved his butt toward the end of the exam table, listening to the white paper covering crinkle as he did so. He was certain Dr. Robinson and his 20-year-old medical assistant, Julie, were going to examine the health of his privates.

He was ready. The former high school baseball player’s penis and balls were drooping toward the tiled floor, and even though he wore a gown his crotch was on full display. See, although Julie had remembered to put the K-Y jelly on the examination tray and to instruct the 20-year-old jock to take off all clothes including his boxers, she lacked the experience to know she should have told the young man to put on the gown with the opening in the back.

“Adrian, you doing OK?”

He was. Sort of. OK not really.

“Yes, doctor.”

As Adrian readied himself for one, maybe two, fully clothed females to touch his penis and testicles, Dr. Robinson grabbed a hammer, and showed Julie how to test his reflexes. With each jerk of his knee, Adrian’s balls jiggled a little bit. Julie took opportunity to closely scrutinize the stud’s testicles, in case she didn’t get to experience them much longer.

“Great reflexes, Adrian. Absolutely normal. Excellent.”

“Thanks.”

The doctor looked toward the chair where Adrian had left all his clothes and noticed he had removed red mesh shorts for the exam.

“You are an athlete?”

“Yeah, well, was. In high school.”

“Well, you still look great.” Dr. Robinson winked at the stud, yet again.

“He played baseball, doctor.”

“Ah, I see. I would’ve guessed that. Or basketball, judging from the shorts. Let’s check your feet, sport.”

Dr. Robinson had Adrian lift each of his legs so she and Julie could scrutinize his feet.

“Any injuries, during sports?”

“N-no. Not really.”

“Not really?”

“Well, when I was in 10th grade I think, during baseball, I got hit.”

“Where?”

Adrian did not like where this was going.

“Um, in you know, the crotch.”

Dr. Robinson let Adrian droop his legs over the side of the exam table and drew her attention back to his balls.

“Hmm, I see. OK.”

The doctor pulled out a ledge at the foot of the exam table and then retrieved a rolling stool.

“Well, Adrian, let’s have you stand then, and we’ll take a careful look. Julie?”

“Yes, doctor?”

“Exam 3 next door is free, I think. Why don’t you grab the stool.”

As he rose to stand on the ledge, Adrian could feel cooler air from out in the hallway as we realized his penis and balls were going to be about eye-level to the doctor. Julie, for her part, felt her thighs tingle as she went for the stool. Meanwhile, Dr. Robinson used the opportunity to put on a pair of gloves, and when Julie returned with the stool she received a pair too.

Adrian put his palms on his ass as Julie struggled with her gloves. Dr. Robinson waited for her to finish and then directed the young medical assistant to “wheel over here so you can do this too.”

The sensation of having a latex glove on his left testicle was unlike anything Adrian had ever experienced. Back in high school, the old town doctor had given him barely a once-over during the rudimentary sports physicals, so this experience of an “adult” employment exam was entirely different.

“So I’m feeling for any abnormalities, any lumps, particularly since Adrian said he has been injured in the genital area …”

Dr. Robinson was addressing Julie more than Adrian.

“So you want to make sure Adrian’s left testicle is firm yet smooth. Then press it gently – be gentle – and ask him whether he has any pain.”

“That hurt, Adrian?”

“No ma’am.”

“Has anyone ever told you about the importance of doing testicular self-examination.”

Adrian was in a fog. “N-no, I don’t think so.”

“Well, it’s important to do what I’m doing – to roll your testicles, your balls, between your fingers, maybe once a month. And try to do it when they’re hanging sort of low, like they are now. “

Adrian did have impressive balls. Dr. Robinson had noticed that right away.

“Is this how your testicles are a lot of the time?”

“I guess I—”

“Hanging lower, in your scrotum?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Which always makes it more important to wear an athletic supporter. A jock. I see you wore boxers to your physical here today.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wear briefs or a supporter when you play sports.”

“N-no.”

Julie started thinking about what it would be like to see Adrian in his uniform, sitting maybe in the bleachers, in a position that let her steal glances at his crotch, and seeing his big balls press against the tight fabric of his baseball pants.

“Well, you probably should think about that. At least wear some sports briefs.”

“OK.”

As Dr. Robinson examined Adrian’s right nut, she inquired about whether he was sexually active. Adrian had been sexually active, but was not presently, and the truth was he had had intercourse but his former girlfriend Anna had refused to give him what he wanted most—a blowjob.

The thought made Adrian’s penis rise to a level parallel to the exam room’s floor. Then it started to snake back toward his belly with good reason.

“OK, Julie, your turn.”