When I had just turned sixteen I was a sophomore in high school, and
was fairly active in intramural sports.  Up to this point, there were no
formal registration requirements except for written parental permission.
Things changed this year.  The Board of Education was now requiring written
registration for all participants in intramural sports and requiring a
physical examination prior to being allowed to play.  As I was signing up
for the basketball season, my mother made an appointment for me with Dr.
Beecher, who had been my pediatrician ever since I was a child.  However, in
the past several years I had not been to any doctor at all.  It was
reasonable that I go to the last physician I had, since he would have the
most complete and up-to-date records.

        On a Wednesday afternoon after school, I reported to the doctor's
office a few minutes earlier than the scheduled time, physical report form
in hand. After about a fifteen minute wait, a new young nurse, who I would
guess was about 22 years old, came into the waiting room and called my
name.  I followed her into an examining room, where she had my chart already
on the counter.  I never liked doctors' offices, probably because I
associated them with injections and other uncomfortable procedures I
experienced over the years. Seeing the various medical instruments and
accouterments of an examining room made me a bit apprehensive, but not as
much as when I was younger.  I figured this examination was going to be
quick and simple, and I'd be home soon.

        When I entered the room, I noticed a small empty red enema bag on
the counter, complete with hose and a curved black rectal tip,  The tip was
lying in the sink, and there was a bit of water leaking out of the nozzle.
It was obvious that it had  recently been used.  Could the young girl that
left just before I was called in have been administered an enema during her
examination? The thought was definitely provocative, but I didn't have time
to dwell on it. I had my own examination to think about.

        The nurse told me to strip down to my underpants and hop up on the
exam table.  I felt a bit uncomfortable about undressing in front of the
nurse, and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt.  After making some notations
in my file she told me that the doctor would be in shortly to see me, and
left the room. When she left, I disrobed without any further qualms, and
assumed my seat on the exam table clad only in my white jockey briefs.

        I was sitting there thinking about what I would do when I got home,
when the door opened and in came the same nurse, alone.  She closed the door
behind her and went over to my chart again, and began looking at my physical
examination report form from the school.

        "I thought the doctor was coming right in," I said, a bit
self-consciously.

        "The doctor is occupied with another patient right now.  Since he'll
be longer than expected, he asked me to save him some time and prepare you
for your physical," she said with a smile.  "That way you won't be here any
longer than you have to."

        After asking a few questions about my general health and prior
examinations, she made some notes on my chart.  She proceeded to take my
blood pressure and pulse, apparently oblivious to my state of near nudity.
When she was finished, I presumed she would leave again and it would be
another wait for the doctor.

        "All I have to do now is take your temperature and that will
complete your records for this visit," she announced.  Another delay, I
thought.  I watched as she opened the cabinet opposite me and took out a
black fountain pen-like object.  She twisted it open and removed a six inch
long glass thermometer with a pear-shaped tip.  It was beginning to dawn on
me what was about to happen.  The nurse took the thermometer, a small tube
of K-Y jelly and a box of Kleenex and set them beside me on the exam table.

        "Aren't you going to take my temp by mouth?" I asked.  "That's the
way my mom's done it for years."

        "Not in this office.  The doctor is a pediatrician, and he requires
all patients to have rectal temperatures taken regardless of age.  Even
though you haven't been here for some time, the rules still apply," the
nurse explained pleasantly.

        Oh, God, I thought.  I've been uneasy sitting here in my shorts in
front of this nurse, and now she's going to see my bare behind!  This can't
be happening.

        "OK, now.  I want you to lie face down on the table and relax," she
ordered.

        I complied, thankful at least that I was on my stomach and would be
able to hide my cock and balls with their rather sparse pubic hair from her
view.  As I assumed the prone position I could see her smearing the
lubricant up and down the thermometer with the tip of her finger.  She put
it down on the edge of the table and told me what the procedure would be.

        "I'm going to have to take down your underpants now.  Raise your
hips up so I can get them down far enough to see what I'm doing," she said.
I did as I was told, and in a second I felt her fingers grasp the elastic
waistband and slowly pull my shorts down until they were bunched up just
above my knees.  I could feel the cool air on my now exposed buttocks, and
wondered what was going to happen next.

        With both of her hands she spread my thighs apart as far as they
would go considering the restriction of my underpants.  Now she had an
unobstructed view of my asshole as well as my scrotum.  I felt her fingers
pry my tight butt cheeks apart, then shivered slightly as the cold glob of
K-Y at the end of her finger came into contact with my puckered anus.  She
told me to relax while she lubricated me.

        "Take a deep breath now."  I felt her finger slowly enter and push
past my anal ring and enter - the first knuckle, then the second.  She
slowly twisted it around, back and forth, spreading the lubricant evenly,
then withdrew her finger.  She quickly wiped her finger off with a tissue,
picked up the thermometer, and spread my cheeks apart again.  I felt the tip
just touch my
little hole when I flinched.

        "Relax, now.  This isn't going to hurt," the nurse scolded, as she
pushed the thin glass tube into my rectum.  She placed her hand across my
butt cheeks and over the thermometer to hold it in.  The thought that I was
totally exposed and was having my rectum penetrated by a young girl not much
older than me was extremely humiliating, although stimulating at the same
time.  By this time my teenage cock was fully erect and straining against
the soft examination table covering.  I was praying that she wouldn't see it
before I could bring it under control.

After making several "adjustments" to the thermometer over the course of
three or four minutes, the nurse slipped the thin rod from my rectum and
held it up to read it.

        "Your temperature is normal," she stated, and wiped it clean with
the tissue.

"Let me help you get your underpants back up for the time being.  It'll be
more comfortable for you."

        I raised my hips slightly as she pulled them up for me, with me
making the final adjustments of getting them over my swollen cock.  I wanted
to just lie there on my stomach until she left so she wouldn't notice my
hardon, but she just stayed in the room and began preparing for the rest of
the exam.

        "I noticed you didn't take an enema before coming in.  Did you know
the doctor was going to do a rectal examination as part of your physical
today?" she asked.

That did it!  I was completely mortified now, and could barely speak.
"N...no, I didn't know that.  Does that mean he's not going to be able to
finish the exam and complete my report?" I asked hopefully.

        "No problem," she replied.  "I'm going to give you an enema right
now so you'll be nice and clean when the doctor comes in.  It will only take
a minute."

        I was still on my stomach as I watched her fill the same enema bag I
saw when I came in, adding a packet of what I assumed was soap to the bag as
it was filling.  Anyone who has smelled the soap as an enema is being
prepared will never forget it.  The nurse hung the bag on an I.V. stand
nearby.  She then removed the old tip and pushed on a new one of the same
black style, after which she released the clip to purge air from the tube.
When she was satisfied all was in order, she brought the I.V. stand and
entire ensemble over to where I lay.

        "I want you up on your knees and elbows for this to work properly,"
she said, as she took hold of my hips and urged them upward until I was in
the correct position.  "Slide back to the end of the table so I won't have
to reach," she ordered.  With my bottom in the air, she hooked her fingers
in my shorts and deliberately lowered them to the crook in my knees, leaving
me completely bare to her inspection.  She very matter-of-factly leaned
forward and spread my cheeks with one hand, while her other index finger
coated with the K-Y jelly began its work distributing the lubricant around
the outside of my asshole,
gradually working its way inside.  When she was through, she wiped her
finger off , picked up the enema nozzle and began lubricating the tip.  The
flared end with the little holes in it looked ominous - I couldn't imagine
having that big black thing being forced into my relatively virgin asshole.

        Back at the end of the table, at eye level with my completely spread
and exposed ass, she spread my cheeks even wider and paused at my anal
opening just perceptibly before pushing the nozzle in.

        "I'm starting the water now.  Tell me if anything hurts," she said.
She released the clamp and I could feel the warm soapy water begin its flow
past my prostate and deep into my bowels.

        After only a moment or so, I heard the door open behind me, and
looked back quickly hoping it was the doctor so I could get out of this
predicament.  I watched in horror as I saw another nurse with a mother and a
young girl patient, who I guessed was about thirteen, standing in the
doorway looking right at my butt in the air with an enema tube protruding
from between my cheeks and my testicles hanging freely between my legs!  The
other nurse quickly mumbled an "I'm sorry, I didn't know this room was in
use" and backed out, but not before I caught the hint of a smile on the
young girl's face. Oh, when was this humiliation going to end?

        I began to feel full, and told the nurse I was starting to cramp.
She stopped the flow for a moment and reached around to massage my lower
abdomen, her wrist brushing against my stiff cock once or twice in the
process.  If she did that once more, I thought, I'm going to cum all over
me, her and this examining table.  Then see how embarrassed I would be!

        She resumed the flow, and the bag soon emptied.  She withdrew the
nozzle, but told me to remain in that position for a minute or two to give
the solution time to work.  I finally told her I couldn't hold it any
longer, and she helped me down and then to the small bathroom where I
relieved myself of more water than I ever thought I could hold.  Was it over
yet?

After cleaning myself off, I pulled up my shorts and made my way back to the
table, my hardon somewhat under control now.  I watched with apprehension as
the nurse was just finishing filling the enema bag again.  "Just once more
with clear water and we'll be done, OK?"

        My apprehension was at a peak, but my resistance was beginning to
crumble.  I may as well go along with this procedure so I could get it over
with as soon as possible.  Without being ordered to do so, I assumed the
same position as before, pulling my shorts down myself this time.  The nurse
was pleased at my cooperative attitude.  She repeated the same process, only
she began rubbing my lower abdomen without being asked this time.  I took
the entire bag without a pause, for which she complemented me for taking it
all "like a big boy." She withdrew the nozzle, and after a short wait while
she held her finger
against my tight hole to help with retention, she helped me again to the
bathroom to let me relieve myself.  Although she didn't mention it, I knew
she couldn't help but see my throbbing erection as I hobbled over to the
toilet. At least it was over for now, I figured.

        As I was making my way back to the table, the doctor came in and
introduced himself to me with a smile.  He apologized for being held up, and
said that he would be as quick as possible with me.  After a few
preliminaries like checking my ears, nose, eyes, throat, lungs and reflexes,
he asked the nurse if I was prepared for the rectal exam.

"Yes, doctor, I just finished cleaning him out for you.  I'll put together
the proctoscope."

Oh, no, I thought.  She's not going to stay in here and watch the rest of
this!  I wanted to protest, but the doctor started the final part of the
exam before I could say anything.

        "OK, son, take off your under shorts and lie down on your back.
Bring your knees up to your chest and spread them apart," the doctor
instructed.  I obeyed, pulling off my shorts and tossing them on the other
end of the table.
He began a close inspection of my genitals, pulling and twisting my hard
cock as he examined all its surfaces.  He raised and turned my scrotum as he
inspected my testicles, then spread my ass cheeks a bit more to get a
close-up view of my anal area.  I had my eyes closed and was biting my lower
lip during this exam.  When I opened my eyes again, I saw the nurse standing
slightly behind the doctor with the proctoscope in her hand.  The doctor
then snapped on a latex glove and smeared a generous portion of K-Y on his
index finger.

"I'm going to check your prostate gland now.  Just hold still when I insert
my finger.  Do you understand?"

        "Yes, doctor," I barely squeaked out.

        The nurse moved closer and after placing the proctoscope on a nearby
tray, squatted down just below the end of table.  Then I felt her hands, one
on each cheek, as she forced open my buttocks as far as they would go.  The
doctor told me to take a deep breath, and pushed his finger into my rectum.
I felt him feeling around, and the pleasurable sensation I finally felt told
me he had found my prostate.

        "Turn over on your left side and pull your knees up to your chest
again," the doctor continued after withdrawing his finger and stripping off
the glove. When I did as he ordered, he and the nurse moved around behind
me.  The doctor told the nurse to lift my right buttock while he was
preparing to insert the proctoscope.  Without warning I felt a large, cold
object pressing against my already violated anal ring.  The nurse tightened
her grip on my ass cheek with one hand, while sliding her other arm around
to my abdomen as the doctor announced he was ready to begin the insertion.
He began to push the instrument in, stretching my rectal walls wider than
they'd ever been  stretched before.  I began to squirm, but was held tighter
by the nurse as the insertion steadily continued.  I could feel the doctor
moving the long rigid tool in and out and from side to side as he examined
my most private insides. Just when I was about to tell him of my extreme
discomfort, he slowly slid the tube out, letting my anal ring resume its
original shape.

        I breathed a little sigh of relief, and noticed that the nurse was
now spreading my cheeks and wiping off my anus with a Kleenex.  The doctor
proclaimed the examination finished.  He stated that I was fine and he would
report no abnormalities on my school form.  He told me I could get dressed
and I could pick up the completed form at the receptionist's desk on my way
out. With a quick good-bye, both he and the nurse left, the nurse giving me
a big smile and a wink on her way out.  "I must say, you were a very good
patient today.  I wish we had more like you," she said.

        I took my clothes to the bathroom and began dressing, but I just
couldn't ignore my stiff cock any longer.  After making sure I was alone, I
got down on my knees and started stroking my prick with one hand and
fondling my balls with the other.  Remembering what that young nurse had
just done with me made me immediately cum with such force that I had to
consciously try to keep my grunts down low so no one in adjoining rooms
would hear.  Weak and out of breath, I cleaned up my cum with some tissues,
finished dressing, and left.

        I thought I would never have to visit Dr. Beecher's office again,
but I was proven wrong when a few years later I had to go there to get my
past medical records for a college physical.  When I walked in, I was
surprised to see the same young nurse still working there, and quickly
recalled my prior experience at her hands.  She said hello and called me by
name, obviously remembering her examination of me as well.  The office was
busy, so she smiled and told me it was nice seeing me again, and wished me
well in college.  I left, and although I've never seen her again, I'll never
forget experiencing the combination of
pleasure and humiliation she introduced me to that day when I was just
sixteen.


END

by Top895@aol.com


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