Football Physical

Toward the end of my 9th grade year I signed up for football for the next year. As part of the signup I had to have a “sports physical” card signed off by our doctor, you know, the “turn your head and cough” routine. I was fourteen, about to turn fifteen at the time. My mother made an appointment with our doctor in town to get me checked and have the card signed off.

The day came for the physical and my mother drove the two of us into town in our old Buick. When we got to the doctor’s office we parked and went inside. When we went to the receptionist’s desk, the lady there said that our doctor had been called away on an urgent call but they could work us in with his partner, a middle aged woman doctor. I felt a pang of panic. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been seen naked – I had always been fairly comfortable nude around my mother, a little less so around my two older sisters. Outside of family members though, I hadn’t been naked in front of a woman since my body had matured and I hadn’t yet developed the joy of being naked in front of women, clothed or not.

When the nurse stuck her head out into the waiting room and called my name, I got up. She motioned to my mother and said “You come on back, too.” Great.

We followed the nurse back to an exam room where I sat down and the nurse closed the door behind us. She said “Here for your football physical, right Hut? You haven’t been in for a while.” She motioned me over to the exam table and said “Hop up here, Hut.”

I complied and she said “Go ahead and take your shirt off so I can listen to your heart and lungs.” As soon as I pulled my shirt off over my head she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my upper arm and pumped it up. She began to let the air out and when she was finished she said “Your pressure’s a little high. It may just be doctor’s office anxiety. We’ll check it again later.” She checked my pulse then listened to my chest and back with her stethescope before saying “Go ahead and undress down to your underpants and the doctor will be right in” and heading out of the room, closing the door behind her. I hopped down off the exam table and took off my shoes, socks, and jeans. My mother took them from me and stacked them neatly on the chair next to the one on which she was sitting. I hopped back up on the exam table and sat there with my legs dangling.

Mom said “I hope this doesn’t bother you, Hut. If you’d rather, I could go wait out in the waiting room.”

I told her “It’s no problem, Mom. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked plenty of times.” That was true. We were very casual about nudity around our house and even the back yard since we were set back so far from the road. We sunbathed nude often in the summer.

There was a soft knock on the door and then it opened and Dr. Day came in. She was a nice, middle aged, motherly type – very kind and softspoken. She had seen me when I was about ten years old for a cut on my elbow and had stitched it up. The whole time the was shooting the novaocaine into my skin around the cut and stitching it up she kept up a soft conversation with me to keep my mind off of it. So she was a very nice lady but she’d never seen me naked before.

“Here for a football physical, right Hut?” she said. I nodded and she continued “Well, you haven’t been in for quite a while, so I think we should do a little more examination than just signing off on your card, if that’s okay with you, Mrs. James.”

Mom said “That’s fine with me, Dr. Day.”

Dr. Day turned to me and said “Well Hut, you know what comes next. Your underpants need to come off now.” I gulped, hopped down off the exam table, leaned over and pulled my underpants off, one leg at a time. I was dismayed to see that my penis had just about crawled up inside of me to hide. I didn’t know which was worse, looking like I didn’t have a penis or fiddling with it in front of Dr. Day and my mother to get it to come out of hiding. I decided that just leaving well enough alone was probably best. Dr. Day rolled a little stool over to in front of me and sat down. Looking down at her I saw that her face was only inches away from my penis and scrotum. She reached up with her left hand and pressed up on the right side of my scrotum and said “Turn your head and cough.” I did so and then she changed hands and pressed on the left side of my scrotum and said “Again.” I repeated my little cough for her and looked over at Mom, seated in her chair. She seemed to be be intently staring at Dr.