A visit to the doctor

I was 16 years old when this happened to me. My name is Sean. I live in
Holland have one older brother, Richard, who was 18 at the time.
In Holland, kids visit a school-doctor every year for
a physical examination. When I’d gone to the doctor
before, one of my parents had taken me, but this time
my parents had to work all the day, so I was to get
there by myself.
I was a good soccer player and it was a warm day. I’d
been playing soccer all afternoon and nearly forgot
the doctor’s appointment. I was late and rushed home
to get my bike, with no time to change. I biked over
in my soccer shorts and sweaty T-shirt to the doctor’s
office. A nurse pointed me to the waiting room,
scolding me a bit for being so late and telling me I
was the doctor’s last patient of the day.
Two other boys around my age were sitting there,
flipping through boring magazines. I didn’t know them,
so we didn’t talk. As I waited, each boy in turn went
in, stayed for 15 minutes, and then left.
Finally, the nurse came in and told me it was my turn,
and that she was leaving for the day. She went out the
door mumbling about how kids didn’t have any respect
for scheduled appointments these days.
As I walked toward the doctor’s examining room, the
door opened and there he stood – a different doctor
from the one I’d seen before. He was surprisingly
young and quite good-looking, wearing casual clothing
and a stethoscope around his neck.
“Hello Sea,” he said, addressing me by my nickname.
“I’m Dr. Hartsen, and I’m filling in for Dr. Martyn
for a few weeks.”
We shook hands, and I sat down. The other doctor was
at least 40, but this guy was in his mid-twenties.
Still “old” to my eyes, but not in a bad way.
“Been playing soccer, I see. You really worked up a
sweat… that’s good! Well, I guess you know the
routine for the physical exam?”
I was barely listening. My eyes were wandering all
around his body. He must have been into sports. His
strong arms bulged beneath his short-sleeved shirt. He
had a V-shaped torso, and chest hair was showing where
his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. His well-defined
thigh muscles were practically bursting his tight
jeans. He had exactly the type of body I wanted to
have when I grew up.
“Oh; yes sir,” I said absent-mindedly, after an
awkward pause.
“OK, undress and leave your underpants on.”
I did, leaving my stuff on my chair. I was wearing
only my white Tommy boxers; the tight kind. I was sort
of proud of them. They were my first purchase when my
parents decided to give me some money to buy my own
clothes.
The doctor asked me various questions about my general
condition, health, sports, eating habits, stuff like
that, and made notes on the papers on his clipboard.
The room was warm and the doctor very friendly, so I
almost forgot about standing there in just my
underpants. After a while he started with his
examination. He warmed his stethoscope before putting
it on my naked skin. He tested my reflexes, listened
to my heart and lungs, and he seemed to be very
satisfied. I liked the way his strong hands felt as he
touched my body.
Then he told me to get up on a step stool, and he
stood very close to me. Without saying a word, he
slipped his fingers into the waistband of my boxers
and pulled them down to mid-thigh, exposing my
little-teen penis and dangling ball-sack. He told me to
turn my head to the side and cough. I could feel his
hand on my balls, playing with each one. Then he
touched my penis, and my heart jumped a little. I
could feel my face turning red as he squeezed it
gently. When he pulled back the foreskin, I felt a
shiver of pleasure.
“Do you wash behind your foreskin when you bathe,
Sean?”
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, though it was difficult for me
to get the words out for some reason.
He slid the foreskin back and forth a few more times
and then let go. When I glanced down, I saw that my
cock was stiffening… pointing straight out. I was so
embarrassed that I covered myself with my hands and
started to mumble an apology.
“Don’t be shy, Sean. You’re a fine healthy teen. Do
you get erections very often?”
I was speechless! I pretended not to understand his
question, and I felt my face getting redder and
hotter.
“Some boys call it a boner… or a stiffy. Every boy
gets them as he matures. Do you have them in the
morning when you wake… and sometimes during the
day?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good! Well use your fingers to make it as stiff as it
can get. I need to take some measurements.”
I was relieved that the doctor wasn’t angry about me
getting stiff. The fact was… I actually LIKED for
him to see me like that. I knew my body had started
changing… my balls getting fuller and hanging down
lower… my penis getting plumper when it got hard. In
the changing room at school, I enjoyed letting other
boys see me naked… and I liked seeing them too. And
of course, there were the times when my best friends
and I would get together in the woods and take down
our pants… and then there was my big brother Richard…
I teased my cock the rest of the way stiff and took my
hands away as Dr. Hartsen used a tape measure and
called out the results.
“Length is 8 cm [3 inches]. Girth just about 7 cm [2
3/4 inches]. Let’s see…” He leafed through the
papers on his clipboard, “You’re 16 years and 8 months
old… your measurements are maybe a little small for a
lad your age, but nothing to worry about.
Now take your underpants off the rest of
the way and lie down on this table on your back.”
I did as I was told. The doctor was so friendly and
gentle that I stopped feeling at all nervous about the
boner that was still throbbing persistently at my
crotch. His hands pressed at my belly, and I giggled a
little. Then he started examining my feet, running his
fingers along the soft skin of my instep, then feeling
each of my toes. His hands started moving up my nearly
hairless legs, feeling my calf and thigh muscles, but
to me it felt wonderfully exciting.