At last, the fall semester commenced and as usual, I found my way to the gym to administer a number of sports physicals. Nothing was really new this year. The freshman swim team was an awesome bunch of guys all trim and buffed. Naturally I made my usual attempt to humiliate each and every one, jamming my finger into their balls as I examined their testicles. And of course, several popped a boner, which thoroughly disgusted the coach. In reality however, it is much easier to properly examine the penis when erect, but this is rarely done in actual practice.
Late on a Friday afternoon, the basketball coach called the clinic. Typically he speaks to another doctor who is responsible for the team; however, this particular doctor had only been recently fired by the clinic board due to ‘incompetence’. I think he was screwing around with one of the nurses. In any case, I ended up with the call.
“Ah … doctor, this is the basketball coach. I need your help. Can you come to the gym this afternoon?”
“Yeah … sure, what’s the problem?” I knew the team had already received their physicals.
“Perhaps I’d better explain when you arrive.” I grabbed my bag, not knowing what to expect, and headed towards the gym.
“Coach?” He was a middle-aged man, slightly balding and very muscular and trim.
“Yes … doctor! Thanks for coming!”
“What’s the problem, coach?”
“Well doctor, yesterday I caught two of the team members jacking off in the shower … together! Naturally, I admonished them. This got me to thinking however, that perhaps the men should understand what good sexual health is all about. Perhaps you could give them a little pep talk.”
“Ah … sure coach, no problem. But there’s nothing wrong with masturbation. You do understand that … don’t you?
“I thought it zapped the strength out of men. I can’t have that … especially when we’re the number two team in the state!”
“Quite the contrary coach … sexual activity actually benefits the body … gives him unlimited strength!”
“Really?” The coach was an idiot. “Well, let me gather the team from the gym. Can you do this now?”
“Ah … sure, why not?” While I didn’t have a prepared speech, this was something I probably would improvise. I mean, how hard (forgive the pun) could this be, talking to a bunch of horny young men?
The team was gathered in the locker room. Coach introduced me, noting that I would speak to them candidly about maintaining good sexual health. The team’s ears perked up.
“Good afternoon, men. Your coach has asked that I speak to you about your sexual well-being. This is an extremely important subject for young men like yourselves, and I’ll do my best to answer any questions following my brief remarks.”
“First and foremost, there is absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation provided you practice prescribed procedures. Never masturbate without a lubricant, since it can cause temporary scars on the penis and result in irritation.”
“Second, never try to force an ejaculation. Let it come naturally. And while this may take longer than you had anticipated, it precludes the testicles from having to work overtime and force the semen before its time.” What a bunch of shit! Needless to say, I had everyone’s undivided attention!
“Third, if you have not been circumcised, be sure and pull the foreskin over the shaft when masturbating. This will keep the foreskin loose and pliable.” Obviously, I was making this up as I went.
“Fourth, don’t ever believe that masturbation will cause warts or blindness.”
“Fifth, always use protection during sexual intercourse. There’s a lot of nasty stuff out there, and you need to protect yourself.”
“Sixth, if you happen to engage in anal sex … whether male or female … ALWAYS use a condom.”
“And last, always cleanse your penis and testicles after any sexual activity, including masturbation. Any questions?”
“Ah, doctor … how much is too much? I mean, jacking off!” (The coach rolled his eyes.)
“Good question, son. There is no such thing as excessive masturbation. I recommend at least once per day, which allows the tubes to operate properly!”
“Doctor, the coach told us never to masturbate before a game. It appears to me this might be incorrect.” (The coach looked at his player, and again rolled his eyes in disgust.)
“This is not a problem, despite what you might have heard. Actually, it will give you added strength during the game!” I think the basketball team was about to loose every game of the season!
“Doctor, my penis and balls ache after masturbation. Is this normal?”
“It depends son, whether or not you forced an ejaculation. Again, let it come naturally.” Actually, these were fairly good questions.
“Doc is there any truth to the rumor that ‘size counts’ … I mean some of us are blessed and others are not. Could you comment on that?”
“Yes … this is a question I get all the time from young men your age. While it is true that there is a wide range of penis size, most men fall between 5 and 6 inches, erect. You men must remember that the average depth of a vagina is only 5 and ½ inches. Thus, if you have an exceptionally large penis, you really aren’t gaining anything.”
“One more question for the Doctor, men,” said the coach, apparently sorry he even started this conversation. A young man in the back raised his hand.
“Doctor, is it okay to have group masturbation? I mean, does it make you queer?” I thought the coach would flip! This was obviously one of the young men caught by the coach jacking off in the shower. There was some laughter from the now aroused team.
“Mutual masturbation is not necessary uncommon in young men your age. Actually, it contributes to your sexual health, in that you are most likely not to be inhibited by subsequent sexual situations you may confront in the years to come!”
“Anything else, doctor?” asked the now seriously befuddled coach.
“Men, if you ever have any questions regarding your sexual health, or if I can answer any other concerns you might have, just make an appointment at the clinic!”
The coach thanked me, and told the men to “hit the showers!” I left the gym, knowing full well there would be excessive masturbation by the basketball team. It being Friday evening by now, I headed to a bar for a drink or two.
The following Monday, I dealt with several patients who had overdone things during the weekend. When will these old farts ever learn they are no longer teenagers? One 50 something guy had ruptured himself attempting to bench press 300 pounds at a local health club. He would eventually require surgery.
Following lunch, the receptionist caught me in the hallway, noting there was a young man who wanted to see me. “Said it was personal, doctor,” said the receptionist. It always is, I thought. Wonder what this guy had done the past weekend. The receptionist put him in an exam room. I made him wait a few minutes, which is professionally customary at any clinic.
Opening the door, I recognized the young man from the basketball team. He had planted himself on the exam table.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Adam, sir.”
“And what brings you to the clinic today?” I figured he’d taken my advice to heart, and probably beat his meat excessively during the weekend.
“Well doctor, I heard what you said last Friday … but am a little confused.”
“Yes, Adam … go ahead.”
“You see sir, my father always taught me that masturbation was evil … therefore I have never ‘done it’ if you get my drift.
“Adam, there’s nothing wrong with that. I wasn’t saying you had to … only that it contributed to good sexual health.”
“Yeah doc, but I want to be normal … just like the other kids.”
“Tell me Adam, have you never had an erection?”
“Ah … sure … normally when I wake up, but my father told me it was only because I have to take a leak … which is usually the case.”
“And have you never ejaculated?” This would be interesting.
“Ah … I don’t think so … or if I have, I’m unaware of it.”
“Well tell me this Adam, have you ever woken up with your underpants soaked in fluid?”
“Ah … yeah … once or twice, but I think it was just perspiration.” Huh, likely story.
“So why are you here, Adam?” So far, there was nothing I could much do for the kid. I mean if he’d never jacked off, that was okay with me.
“Well doc … as I said, I want to be just like the other guys but had no idea what you were talking about yesterday. I mean if I’m going to disobey my father, the least I can do is masturbate correctly.”
“Okay Adam, get undressed and lay down on the table.” This was unbelievable. An eighteen year old who had never jacked off, about to cross the line! This was going to be sweet! Adam quickly disrobed and again planted himself on the exam table. He was average in size in the flaccid dick department, but you can never tell until that sucker starts to expand.
“Okay Adam, I’m going to coat your penis with a lubricant.” I grabbed some grease, and set about coating the soft dick with a liberal amount. Adam watched intently.
“Now take your right hand, and stroke the shaft of your penis!” Adam grabbed his dick and began stroking. Immediately, his dick started the slow journey north.
“My goodness, doctor … what’s happening?” Adam kept stroking.
“It’s just an erection, Adam … now keep stroking.” Adam was catching on fairly quickly.
“Jesus doc, it’s so big! It won’t stay this way … will it?”
“No Adam … as soon as you ejaculate, your penis will return to a soft and normal state.” Adam was a good student, stroking slowly … up and down … slowly … up and down.
“How’s it feel Adam?”
“Wow! This is unbelievable, doc … does it always feel like this?”
“Yep! Sure does, Adam … now keep stroking!”
Several minutes passed, and I figured Adam would not last very much longer. Best to warn him of the forthcoming celebration.
“Okay Adam, very shortly you will feel a very pleasurable sensation in your testicles, which will resonate its way up the shaft and into the tip of your penis. This is a signal that you are about to ejaculate. When this happens, just keep stroking your penis until all the semen has been released.”
“Semen? What’s that?” Adam must really be a class A fool.
“It is the while fluid that contains sperm. There may be a little … and there may be a lot.”
Adam continued to jack off, under my expert tutelage. Suddenly, a strange look came over Adam’s face. I saw his legs start to stiffen.
“Ah … doc, something very weird’s happening.” He continued to stroke.
“You’re probably about to cum. Don’t stiffen up … let it come naturally!”
“DOC! My dick is about to explode!”
“Well yes, Adam, it probably is and will.”
“Mother! My goodness!” A gusher of cum came forth from Adam’s dick, landing all over his chest. Some got hung up in Adam’s healthy bush, while some dripped down his leg. Adam kept stroking.
“You can stop now, Adam!” His hardon relaxed somewhat, as Adam breathed a shivering sigh of relief.
“Mercy, doctor … that was something … something indeed!” I tossed Adam a wet towel to clean up.
“Can I do it again, doc?” Mmmm, a good student, I see. Definitely Class A.
“Not right now Adam … sometimes we need to rest between these sessions. Why don’t you get dressed?” Adam quickly got dressed, and appeared anxious to leave.
“Where are you going now, Adam?”
“I’m headed back to the residence hall … and I’m going to call my father and tell him to go fuck himself … and then … I’m calling my twin brother up state and tell him what I’ve discovered!” (Identical twins I bet.)
“Good luck to you, son!” Ah … another satisfied patient! Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed.
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After spending one year in the middle of nowhere, I was transferred back state side. After my arrival however, I decided being on an isolated base in the Pacific wasn’t so bad after all. The military medical facility I was assigned was very large and filled with a multitude of doctors. Upon my arrival, I was ushered into the office of the head physician. I was about to learn he was a
After a year of hell working stateside for General “shit head”, I got transferred to a medium sized military base in Europe. This was now my third year of my eight-year commitment to the military. Time was going very slowly. Upon my arrival at the base, I was assigned to emergency room duties. This was okay with me, as it would give me some additional experience as well as allow me to
It was my fourth year of indentured servitude with the Military medical team. I really wasn’t too anxious to leave Europe, but didn’t have a choice when reassigned to a stateside facility on the west coast. The base was a combination of various functions, including a recruitment and high-tech training center. I would be working in the hospital, making rounds and sometimes alternating in the
It was the beginning of my fifth year as a military doctor. I was somewhat concerned that nothing had been said regarding a transfer, although my current assignment at a west coast facility was okay with me. The warm weather suited me just fine. On a Monday morning, the chief medical officer called me to his office. “Major, we’d like you to stay in this area. Would that be acceptable?”
So here I am in year six of my commitment to the military, which landed me on the east coast at a large medical facility. At first I was assigned to the emergency room, where I dealt mainly with military dependents. This was basically shit duty, particularly dealing with officer’s wives and their spoiled children. Everyone thinks they’re special. After several months of the emergency room,
It was now year seven of my military obligation. Two more years to go, and I’d be out on my own and hopefully making some serious money. I’d had about enough military as any one individual should have to take in a lifetime. Leaving the east coast, the military transferred me to sunny Florida. I was assigned to a small base of approximately 1,500 men and women. I wasn’t quite sure what the
Finally! This was the final year of my military career! I started out marking off the days on the calendar, but discontinued that practice after it became clear it was only prolonging the agony! My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of
After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by
“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,
To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call
Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a
Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled
Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks
Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I
Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the
Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was
After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. 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
Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He
Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.
When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.
The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d
The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a
It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with
Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every
Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also
Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.
Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth
The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.
The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some
After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which
This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He
This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only
This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”
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