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I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their own specialty, running the gambit from obstetrics to proctology. It’s a small group of medical professions who work together to provide topnotch healthcare.

During my first week of employment, I learned that the medical group had an arrangement with the university to provide “on-call” emergency services, since the nearest hospital in town was several miles away. Occasionally we’d get a student who fell down a stairwell (drunk, no doubt), or one who couldn’t stop a bloody nose. Simple stuff, really.

Several weeks into my practice, on a Friday afternoon, I had just finished with a forty-something patient who had screwed up his rotator cuff. My diagnosis did not involve surgery, so I spent about 45 minutes demonstrating those exercises necessary to return his arm to normal.

Just as I was finishing up, a nurse burst into the exam room.

“Doctor … we have an emergency! Hurry!” I excused myself from the forty-something guy and followed the nurse down the hall to another exam room. Entering the room, there was a young man dressed in a wrestling singlet, laid out on the exam table, holding his groin area.

“What’s going on here?” There was another man standing near the patient.

“Doctor, this young man was kicked in the nuts during a wrestling match. I think he’s in pain! I’m the coach.”

I quickly made an assessment. “Okay … nurse, get me two buckets of ice … stat!” The nurse hurried out.

“Okay coach help me get this young man’s uniform off!”

Together, we stripped the young man naked. I was horrified! His balls were already black and blue, and it appeared to me the young man had passed out in the process. The nurse returned with the ice, and in the process attempting to take a peek at the patient’s genitals. I grabbed the ice buckets and dismissed the nurse. Nurses … they’re nothing but trouble.

I then dumped one bucked of ice on the patient’s groin area, burying his balls and penis in the process. I must say, for a young man of only about five feet five inches, his penis was exceptionally large. Slowly, the young man seemed to sense where he was … his eyes opened slowly, but I could tell he was in a great deal of pain. The coach stood by, sincerely concerned about his athletic charge.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Ah … Barry …”

“Just lay still … you’ve been kicked in the groin and I’m attempting to get the swelling down. How much pain are you in?” The coach looked directly at Barry and said, “… Answer the doctor …”

“Ah … quite a bit, but the ice is helping.” The ice was making an awful mess, so I placed some towels over the patient and around the sides of his body.

“Don’t worry Barry … we’ll get his under control.” I went to the medicine chest and pulled out some painkillers, handed Barry a glass of water, and directed him to take the pills. “This should help.”

The coach and I made small talk during the next fifteen minutes, generally discussing how this happened. Seemed Barry’s opponent was pissed because he lost the match, which resulted in the injury now being dealt with.

I dumped the second bucket of ice onto Barry’s groin, covered him up again, and waited. I figured another fifteen minutes should pass before another examination of the damage.

“How’s the pain, Barry?” Hopefully he was recovering.

“Ah … better, but it still hurts … coach, did we win the match?” Leave it to a true athletic type to ignore a truly serious situation and only be concerned about winning. Coach responded that indeed they had won. Another fifteen minutes passed. I removed all the ice from Barry’s groin area and dried him off. There he lay … naked with balls still slightly swollen.

“Okay Barry … just relax. I’m going to examine your testicles and penis to assess the damage.” I lightly touched his nuts, but didn’t get much of a reaction. The coach’s eyes were transfixed on Barry’s equipment. I then lifted up his penis, pulled his shaft back, and inspected for any visible damage.

“Okay Barry, you can sit up now.” I then directed the coach to assist Barry in putting his singlet back on.

I handed Barry a bottle of painkillers. “Take two of these three times a day. Additionally Barry, I want ice packs on your groin area several times per day … and certainly at night. Understood?”

“Ah … yes Doctor.” The coach chimed in. “We can handle this doctor … I’ll make sure he follows your instruction.”

“Also Barry, I want to see you next Friday for a follow-up examination. The receptionist will make an appointment.”

“Yes … Okay, doctor. Anything else?”

“Yes … you should not engage in any sexual activity … including masturbation. Understood?” The coach kind of winked at me.

“Ah … yes Doctor … I understand.”

Barry and the coach then left the office. A kick in the nuts can be a serious injury, but it looked to me like Barry would recover. Since there were no more patients for the day, I left the office for what would hopefully be a quiet weekend. This was not to be. About 9am on Saturday morning, one of the doctors from the group called my apartment. Seems he was scheduled to perform sports physicals on the freshmen swimming team, but due to a family emergency, needed me to fill-in. I got the details, hung up the phone, and immediately started salivating. Twenty plus naked eighteen year olds, with their hormones raging! I’d done a number of sports physicals in my time, and typically these young men pop a boner during the penis and testicular examination. This was going to be sweet.

I drove to the medical practice and picked up my bag, together with the necessary equipment to perform the physicals. Arriving at the gym at 10:45am, I found the swim coach in his office and introduced myself. After explaining that the scheduled doctor had an emergency, the coach directed me to the locker room, where the physicals would take place.

“The team is still practicing, but if you’re ready doctor, I get them in here.

“Yeah … sure coach … that would be fine.”

One by one, the twenty-two swimmers entered the locker room. What a sight! The coach had them line up against a set of lockers. They all had on the same type of swim trunks … skimpy little numbers that hardly covered anything whatsoever.

“Okay men!” shouted the coach, “… the doctor here is going to examine you. Do as he says, and I don’t want any crap! Understood?”

“Yes coach!” said the team in unison. Looked like the coach ran his team like the military.

To facilitate the examinations, I first did eyes, ears, nose, and throat, slowing moving down the line from right to left. The coach followed me closely; making sure his team was in perfect health. Next, I grabbed my stethoscope and listened intently to each swimmers heart and lungs. This was taking more time than anticipated, but I wanted to do a complete job and ensure the coach that his team was in top physical condition. The final part of the exam, before the fun began, was to take the blood pressure of each student. Most of these bastards had a perfect 80/120 … and those who didn’t were pretty close. Sometimes you get a false reading if the patient is nervous and/or anxious. Okay … it’s now time for some fun.

“Okay coach, I’m ready to check for hernias and examine the testicles and penis.”

“Okay men … you heard the doctor! Get those trunks off … and quickly!” The coach gathered the swim trunks as the men stripped naked. So there they were … twenty-two completely naked … swimmer hunks. I couldn’t wait to get started.

I sat down on the end of a bench … you get a better view. “Okay coach, just line the men up.” The men quickly fell into place. The first guy was obviously embarrassed, especially when I jammed my finger into his nuts, told him to turn his head, and cough. “Again, please!” I then examined the shaft of his penis, noting any warts or sores. After stretching his piss hole as wide as possible, I made a quick assessment of his sexual development. “Next!” The coach directed my first victim over against the lockers, noting that the examination was not over.

The next young man stepped forward. And the next. The process continued, until the next to last man. Apparently he was so nervous about this examination that he had started to sprout an erection. His face was crimson, as he stepped forward with his semi-erect penis. I jammed my finger into both nuts, told him to cough, and then checked his testicles for lumps. His dick started a northward, as I grabbed the shaft and inspected his piss hole. As he walked away, there were several snickers from the group against the lockers.

Finally, the last man had been examined. All the men were patiently wait for the next instruction, including the young man with the hard on. In fact, two other men had popped a partial boner. The coach looked totally disgusted, noting, “You men need to control yourselves!”

I then told the coach it was time for the rectal examination and that the men should turn around, bend over, spread their legs three feet apart, and grab their ankles. “Do as the doctor says, men!” shouted the coach, still in no mood for any crap.

So there they were, twenty-two butts, sticking out for the examination. I was tempted to do a prostrate exam, but dismissed this as being somewhat messy. I walked down the line, squatted down, spread each man’s cheeks, and examined their cherry holes. Man, was this exciting. I almost got a hard on myself, just looking at these virgin men.

Once all the butt holes had been examined, I told the coach the physical was over and the men could hit the showers.

“So … doctor, are there any issues with my team?” The coach looked concerned.

“No coach … not really … but I would like to re-examine several of the men … just as a precaution.”

“Oh! Okay … which ones?”

I looked at the clipboard held by the coach with the team names. I picked out the three who had popped an erection, although I don’t think the coach made the connection.

“I can re-examine the next Saturday at 11am. We can use the in the training room for privacy.”

“Yes doctor … I will take care of it!” With that, I packed up my bags left the gymnasium. Handling twenty-two dicks and forty-four nuts was too much for me to handle in one day. I promptly returned to my apartment, stripped naked, and jacked off! Don’t worry … doctors have needs too, you know?

The following week, I got extremely busy and frankly forgot about our three “hard on” swimmers. But then I noticed that Barry had scheduled an appointment for that Friday afternoon at 4 pm. Not to belabor the point, but this was indeed going to be sweet! The receptionist told me that Barry was camped out in exam room three. I looked at my watch and sure enough, it was 4pm. I was practically shaking, knowing full well what was about to occur. I entered the room.

“Well … Barry … how ‘ya do’in?”

“Yeah … Okay … I guess.” Barry seemed anxious--can’t imagine why.

“Any pain … has the swelling gone down in your testicles?” I almost said nuts.

“Ah … yeah … and I’ve kept ice packs on them … just like you said.”

“Good! Mind if I take a look?” Barry’s fact turned slightly red.

“Ah … no … guess not. What should I do?” Barry was sitting on the exam table, feet dangling.

“Just drop your pants and underwear … then lie down.” Barry slipped his pants down to his ankles, dropped his boxers, and laid horizontal, legs still dangling off the table.

I took one look at his dick and balls, noting that things had pretty well returned to normal. “Barry, I am going to gently squeeze each testicle … tell me if there is any pain.”

There was no reaction from Barry, so I made the assumption that everything was progressing well. Additionally, there was no evidence of swelling. Then the good part came. I grabbed his penis, stretching the shaft down as far as possible. Barry inadvertently moaned. I then asked Barry to sit up, leaving him still naked at the waist. Barry asked a few questions, but nothing of significance. It was now time.

“Barry … have you had an erection since last Friday?”

“Why … no … I guess I haven’t come to think about it.”

“Typically, a young man your age often awakes with an erection. Has this not been the case?” Isn’t this fun?

“Ah … no …”

“Barry, I am concerned that the injury you sustained might temporarily render you impotent.”

“Oh my god, doctor! You must help me! This is unacceptable!” No shit, Jack.

“Not to worry, Barry. Lie down again … let’s try to get you hard. Eventually, I’m going to need a sperm sample anyway, so we might as well give it a shot!”

“Whatever you say, doctor … just fix this … huh?” Barry was now under the mistaken impression that he’d never have another hard on again. I was about to prove him wrong.

“Barry, I’m going to lubricate your penis and attempt to bring you to an erection. Just relax!”

“Sure, doc. Anything you say!” I greased up Barry’s dick and began slowly masturbating him. Nothing was happening. Why? Because I was using a special lubricant which actually prevented erections. Fifteen minutes later, with no results, Barry became almost panic stricken.

“Calm down, Barry … just relax!” I then wiped his dick clean and switched lubricants. Immediately his penis responded, producing on hell of a hard on. Barry was extremely excited.

“It’s working … huh, doc?”

“Yes Barry … it works find. As I said, we’ll need a sperm sample … so why don’t you take over here until you ejaculate.”

“Ah … sure doc … no problem.” We all have our own method of masturbation, and Barry was no different. He had slow, even strokes … occasionally moving his hand over the large head of his penis.

“Let me know when you are about to ejaculate.” Barry promised he would. So there I stood, watching this young hunk jack off. What a sight!

Five or ten minutes passed. Frankly, I was becoming a bit concerned. Maybe there was some internal injury I had failed to diagnose. At last, Barry announced his intention to cum.

“Ah … doc … I think it’s about to erupt.” I grabbed Barry’s dick in one hand and a specimen jar in the other, all the while continuing to masturbate him. Suddenly, Barry’s dick exploded with an enormous amount of cum, which filled the jar at least halfway. Barry collapsed on the table.

“Good!” I said, tossing Barry a wet towel to clean up. “This looks perfect!”

“Oh thank god, doctor. To think I couldn’t get a boner … err … I mean erection … scared the shit out of me!” I directed Barry to pull up his pants.

“Now then Barry … one final instruction. You need to keep those juices flowing. I want you to masturbate yourself at least three times per day for the next week! And I need to see you next Saturday afternoon for a final exam. Okay?”

Barry’s eyes lit up, agreed to follow my instructions, and said he’d be back next week. Perfect!

Stay tuned for Part 2, where our Doctor examines the three “hard on” swimmers and has another consultation with Barry.