Monday

CFNM With The School Nurse

About a week into my sophomore year of college I got a note to see the school nurse. I was at a new school and trying out for football so I figured I was being called in for my physical. My last high school didn't require physicals and I hadn't been to the doctor since I was around 10. When I tried out for the team I was assuming the physical was just a technicality that wasn't really enforced but there I was, sitting in the waiting room for the school nurse, twiddling my thumbs.

When the nurse finally called me in I started stammering how I had been checked out by the family doctor just last month, and I was sure a physical wasn't really necessary, and I really needed to get back to class. She wasn't having it. State law . . . insurance . . . covering her own ass. And what an ass. . . I knew Nurse Roberts was the hottest female in the faculty even though I had only been there a week: late 20's, brown hair, blue eyes, the classic girl next door look and legs that went forever down past her nurse uniform mini-skirt. .

"Strip down to you underwear and I'll be back in a minute," she said and I snapped back into reality. Reluctantly, I stripped down to my boxers, sat on the cold exam room table and waited some more.

It seemed like ages until Nurse Roberts came back and my jaw hit the floor when I saw she wasn't alone. Kelly Edwards, a bookish though cute girl from my History class, filed in after the nurse, spiral notebook in hand.

Before I could wrap my head around this turn of events the school nurse explained, "This is Kelly, she is shadowing me for the day as part of the schools career month. Kelly is thinking about going to nursing school next year. You don't mind do you?"

I was still stunned and before I had time to stammer out some kind of protest the nurse began rattling off the pre-exam questions. Then she weighed me, took my temperature, shined the little flashlight in my eye. The nurse was explaining every little thing to Kelly like I wasn't even there and I couldn't help feeling like I was 10 again. I could tell Kelly was undressing me with her eyes, what little there was left to undress. It was just so surreal standing there in a skimpy pair of boxer briefs, Nurse Roberts taking my blood pressure, and a girl I normally wouldn’t give the time of day blatantly ogling me.

Time seemed to drag to a halt as the nurse continued explaining each procedure to Kelly. The nurse used a tongue depresser to check my throat and then had Kelly try. They used the little hammer on my knee to check my reflexes and Kelly must have done it a dozen times before she got it right. They each checked my heartbeat with an ice cold stethoscope and I swear Kelly used the chance to brush the back of her hand against one of my nipples.

I thought my ordeal was just about over when Kelly pointed to something towards the bottom of the clipboard nurse Roberts was checking off and whispered some question I couldn’t quite make out.

“Yes you really should observe that procedure as well if you’re planning on becoming a nurse,” said Nurse Roberts. Turning to me she asked, “Can you please pull down your boxers now, you don’t need to take them all the way off.”

In that moment I knew exactly how a deer caught in headlights must feel and the nurse’s request just hung there in the air for several moments.

“Um . . you need me to do what?” I glanced over at Kelly who was looking at me expectantly and back at the Nurse who suddenly had a very severe expression.

“This is a standard medical procedure and completely necessary if you want to play sports. Besides, Kelly will be performing this sort of procedure on a regular basis at nursing school next year, the experience will be invaluable for her. Now please, I don’t have all day,” said Nurse Roberts matter-of-factly.

I knew the whole situation wasn’t quite right, being compelled to strip naked in front of a classmate but sitting there on the cold exam table, already down to my briefs, the school nurse authoritatively insisting . . . I just didn’t feel like I had much choice.

“Well why does Kelly have to be here for this,” I asked, not sounding nearly as confident as I hoped.

“Female nurses routinely perform this procedure on male patients. Its just part of life and you’ll have to get used to it sooner or later.” Turning to Kelly she said, “You’ll find a lot of the younger men you examine can get very bashful.”

I could feel my face turning beet red. Feeling left without any options, I bit the bullet, hooked my fingers around my boxer-briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. Kelly’s eyes bulged and there was a barely audible gasp.

Nurse Roberts continued like it was business as usual, “Ok Kelly, this patient is circumcised but if he wasn’t, the first thing you would want to do is check under the foreskin.” I just couldn’t believe this was really happening, and suddenly I was picturing Kelly in the locker room the next day telling her friends all about my dick and having a good laugh.

“Next you want to check for a possible hernia, this is even more important for athletes and not getting properly checked out can be very dangerous.” Before I wrapped my head around this turn of events, Nurse Roberts reached down and cupped my balls and my dick twitched rather noticeably. That was the first time a girl, let alone a woman, had touched my balls and I was starting to get excited despite the nervousness and embarrassment of the whole situation.

“Ok Kelly, now you try,” said the Nurse and my disbelief reached a new high. But standing there buck naked, exposed in front of these two young women, my boxers already around my ankles, I just could not form the words for a protest. Kelly cupped my balls softly, much more hesitantly than Nurse Robert’s trained hands making the experience much more erotic than medical. My dick twitched again involuntarily and I could tell it was beginning to grow.

“Turn your head and cough.” I was in another world.

“Next you want to inspect the testicles for any abnormalities which may be an indication of testicular cancer. Boys his age should be doing periodic self-checks so you should always educate your patients on what to look for.” They had me sit back on the cold exam table and the Nurse pushed my dick to the side while she went over every inch of my balls, rolling them around gently between her fingers. Kelly was watching intently and her face was so close I could feel her breath on my inner thighs.

The Nurse was rattling off some instructions on performing self-checkups but all I could think about was trying to keep my dick from becoming completely erect. I was fighting a losing battle. I heard Kelly giggling and couldn’t bear to look.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it can be pretty common for your male patients to get excited during an exam, especially the young ones. The best thing to do is just ignore it,” explained the Nurse. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Kelly’s gossip for the locker room the next day was getting juicier by the minute.

“Can I put my clothes back on,” I asked meekly.

“Just a minute,” said the Nurse, checking the clock. “Since we still have some time there’s one more procedure I’d like to do for Kelly’s sake. While not strictly necessary for young boys it is very important for older men. Colon cancer is nothing to fool around with. Can you bend over the exam table for us please?”

At this point I just wanted it to be over so I obliged, pointing my ass directly at the nurse, the cold exam table doing nothing to soften my throbbing dick.

“Now spread your legs a few feet apart,” this couldn’t really be happening. “Now try to bear down like you’re sitting on the toilet.” I was starting to think about changing schools again when I felt the Nurse’s lubricated finger start to enter my ass. This was another first for me and it felt weird. Then she started swirling her finger around and it started to feel good. Before I realized what was happening I could feel pressure building in my balls and half my body started trembling. I couldn’t even suppress the groan as my dick exploded, shooting cum all over the exam table.

“Oh don’t worry about that, lots of boys will ejaculate from rectal stimulation. You can get dressed, you have a clean bill of health.” Absolutely mortified, I got dressed with comical speed.

“Kelly can you please hand me some paper towels?” I glanced towards Kelly as I was tying my shoes and she flashed me a wickedly mischievious grin like the cat that ate the canary.

The Nurse turned back to me as I was leaving, “Oh, can you please send Kevin in on your way out?”

THE END

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