Swim Team Physical

One Monday before swim practice Coach stopped us before we got changed into our swimwear and told us that today was the day for our required physicals.

He had us pile into his van and drove us over to the local college. As an arrangement between Coach and the medical professor over at the college, our physicals were to be performed by fourth year medical students as part of their grade requirements.

Once we arrived at the college we were led over to the medical facilities and were each separated into various rooms set up like doctors offices. I waited in my room for a little while, until an older gentleman walked into the room.

He reaches out to shake my hand. "Hello, Oaks," he says. "My name is Dr. Wesley and I will be witnessing your physical exam done by one of the medical students here. Even though I will be present in the room during your exam, I'm solely here to watch and grade, and I want you to pretend that I'm not even here, because Mr. Abrams should be considered your only doctor for today."

Dr. Wesley goes over to the corner of the room and sits down in a chair. Moments later Mr. Abrams enters the room. I immediately recognize him as Jeremiah, one of Liam's friends. "Hello, Oaks," says Jeremiah, shaking my hand. "My name is Dr. Abrams. I see in your chart here that you are scheduled for a physical exam today."

I'm guessing that Jeremiah is playing a role for his examiner, so I pretend that I've just met him for the first time as my doctor too. "Yes sir," I say. "A requirement for being on the swim team."

"Ah, the swim team," says Jeremiah. "I have a friend who used to be on the swim team over there at the high school and I used to go and watch all his swim meets." I assume that he's talking about Liam.

"So, the first thing we are going to do today is take your blood pressure," continues Jeremiah. Jeremiah places the blood pressure monitor on my arm and records the readings. "Very good."

Next, Jeremiah looks at my overall appearance. "Yes, you look like a very healthy good looking young man." He says. I think back to him telling Liam that he thought I was cute.

Next he examines my hands. I can feel that his hands are nice and soft as he touches his hands against mine (My skin is still softer and smoother, but his is softer than most). He examines my eyes, then my ears, then my mouth. "Mmm, yes, you've got such a pretty mouth." He says when he's done examining my mouth.

"For the next portion of the exam, I will require you to remove your shirt. Is that ok?" Asks Jeremiah. I nod my head before taking off my shirt. Again he examines my now shirtless body with his eyes. "Very healthy, good looking body," says Jeremiah. "Definitely a swimmers body you got there."

Jeremiah runs his soft hands up and down my bare torso as he examines my body, then listens to my heartbeat and breathing with his stethoscope. Once that exam is done, Jeremiah asks me to remove my shorts and underwear.

Now I'm standing in front of him completely naked. He takes me over to the scale and weighs me. The scale is right next to where Dr. Wesley is sitting, and my junk is level with his eyes. I can almost feel his breathing on my naked body as he tilts his head in a bit to get a closer look.

Jeremiah leads me back over to the exam table and I stand in front of it. "Ok, Oaks," Jeremiah says, now I need to examine your genital area. Jeremiah begins pressing his soft hands around my pelvic area. He rubs me all around my privates. Then he grabs onto my balls and rolls them around in his hand. He gets me to turn my head both ways and cough.

Next he examines my dick, his fingers roaming up and down my shaft numerous times before fully wrapping his hand around it and moving his hand up and down. I instantly get hard feeling his soft hands continue to play with my dick and balls as he "examines" me. Precum dribbles out of my tip, and he rubs his fingers into it as he pulls my foreskin back to examine it.

"A very good looking, healthy sexual organ," Jeremiah remarks. Next, he tells me that it's time for the prostate exam. He gets me to get on the exam table on my hands and knees bent away from him. He puts on a glove and lubes up one of the fingers, then lubes up my hole a bit before sticking his finger inside.

He wiggles his finger around inside me. Once he's examined my prostate "officially" he continues to move his lubed up finger in and out of my hole. I'm still hard and his finger is hitting all the right spots, causing me to leak even more precum onto the exam table.

He pulls his finger out of my hole and moments later replaces it with two fingers. As he fingers my butt he reaches between my legs with his spare, ungloved hand and begins stroking my shaft between my legs.

I look over at Dr. Wesley as this is going on and see that he is staring at the scene playing out before him, his dick visibly bulging against his pants, which he begins rubbing.

For quite a good time Jeremiah fingers me while jerking me off. Eventually he pulls his fingers out of my hole, takes off the glove, then instructs me to lay on my back on the exam table. When I turn around I can see Jeremiah's own hard dick bulging in his pants.

Once I lay down on the bed, Jeremiah stands beside me and continues to jerk me off with one hand while rubbing his other hand up and down my body. Over on the chair in the corner of the room, Dr. Wesley has removed his straining hard dick from his pants and is stroking his meat while watching Jeremiah stroke me off.

Jeremiah jerks me off for a good while longer until I start shooting my load up onto my belly and chest. "A very good, healthy cumshot," Jeremiah says before grabbing some tissues and begins cleaning me off. Over in the corner Dr. Wesley is pouring his cum out of his dick onto the floor.

Once Jeremiah has me all cleaned up he officially announces that I am a fully healthy teenage boy and signs a bill of health for passing the physical exam and allowing me to remain on the swim team.

I realize that Jeremiah's pants are still bulging out as he tells me that I can leave the room. As I exit the room and close the door behind me, I briefly see Dr. Wesley come up behind Jeremiah and pull his pants down, wrapping his arm around Jeremiah and grabbing on to his dick.