Marcus, the Quarterback

Marcus Hernandez was your team's starting quarterback. He was always a bit of a joker, but you hoped that he wouldn't take things too far. He was the first guy in line after you, so he stepped up in front of your mom when she asked, but before he entered her office he handed her a piece of paper that drew your eye.

"Hey, Dr. Lawrence, I wanted you to know that I've got a latex allergy that's pretty severe. I can't be around anyone who has been in contact with it unless they get washed real good. I've got a note from my other doctor."

"Oh, that's fine. I think I've got some non-latex gloves in here somewhere. If not, we'll figure it out!"

As the words came out of your mom's mouth Marcus made eye contact with you and grinned. You just prayed that your mom had some gloves that she could use; but you couldn't get over the feeling that she didn't. She was just the backup doctor and she hadn't been supplied with any extra medical equipment due to the late notice. The part that really took you for a spin was that all 12 guys would be examined by her without gloves if she believed Marcus's excuse. They were all your friends and teammates, but you could already see the nonsense they'd throw your way afterwards.

"Dude, your mom fondled my balls the whole time!"

"Chris, why didn't you tell me that your mom's hands were so soft?"

"Can you believe she fell for Marcus's prank? How's she a doctor?"

You couldn't even think of what to say to Marcus, after he came out and Rose told you that if you made a scene it would be even more embarrassing, so you just tried to ignore that anything had happened, but you couldn't stop imagining what was going on inside...

"Mr. Hernandez, you seem to be in a great mood. Go ahead and take seat. Would you like me to run through all of your diagnostic tests or would you like to jump straight into the hernia check?"

"Might as well take care of the hard part first!"

Your mom looked up to see Marcus's pants and underwear already on the floor, his brown cock pointing proudly to the ceiling and a pair of cleanly shaved balls dangling enticingly below his impressive length.

"My God Marcus! Can't you control that thing? I expected a few of you boys would try something like this, but from what Chris had to show I thought it would just be too small to worry about. Why are you shaved like a pornstar?"

"Oh, you think I look like a pornstar? Yeah, I hear that a lot... You wouldn't believe how crazy these girls are for a smooth set of balls and a big dick! Or maybe you would... Have you been lonely over the past year being shut in with Chris? And did you say he was small? I thought any son of yours would have gotten some of that good DNA, you're smoking hot Doc!"

"Don't say that so loudly Marcus, I don't want people to get the wrong idea; but yes, you're putting Chris to shame right now. I'm embarrassed, in more than one way, but can I just get along with your exam please. If you can't calm down or keep quiet I'll have to ask you to leave."

Marcus agreed and your mom began the exam normally enough, the only exception being that her hands remained bare as she began to check out Marcus's undercarriage. His cock was out of the way, it was easy for her to locate the right area of his testicles, if only the easily fit in her hands! They were bigger than she had ever seen in real life, so it was hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Marcus was quiet as she explored his crotch, probably because he was grinning so widely, but even then it took her about 5 minutes of her hands on his balls before she asked him to cough for her. The resulting movement showed no evidence of a hernia, but it did make her gasp in shock from how it felt to have his package pulse in her hands. By the time she asked Marcus for him to cough the second time, head to the left, she was on her knees to get an even better look at his equipment. It was just as fascinating this time, but Marcus took it a step further by pretending to sneeze, making his cock slap your mom's forehead.

"Ow! Marcus did you do that on purpose? If you hit me with that big bat of yours on purpose I'm going to call Coach and complain..."

"Sorry doc, it was a sneeze. There must have been some latex in the air from before. We'd better finish up the exam before I have a fit."

"Maybe so... Well you seem to be in great shape; for football and... other activities. I think you're all done. Maybe find a girl to help you tame that creature between your legs so you don't treat any of your other friend's moms like me."

"Thanks doc! You're the only of my friend's moms that is even worth playing with!"

"You're too sweet Marcus, now please pull your pants up and send the next boy in. Thank you!"

The next exams all went pretty similarly to Marcus, with less goofy banter between her and the boys; the main similarity coming from how shocked she was that each of your teammates were far and away double your size in the meat department. As she rolled each of your friend's packages around in her hands, she realized that your condition was more advanced than she thought. More than a few of the boys got hard during her exam, which combined with her skin to skin contact and proximity meant your mom was getting more than her fair share of excitement as well. She made it through, but not without considerable effort...