Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2020 22:03:45 -0500 From: Josh Blake Subject: A Physical Experience Chapter 1 Copyright 2020: No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org permission to post the story on their website. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. The places described are fictional. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Nifty needs donations to continue doing what we all enjoy. If you can, please consider donating. A Physical Experience By Josh Blake Chapter 1 Living in a small college town in Mississippi has its perks. There's always plenty of eye-candy in the form of half-naked jocks and college studs walking around the town square of our small town. Without the college, we'd barely have 2,000 people in town. That explains why the nearest Walmart is nearly 45 minutes away in the next county. Thankfully, we at least have the Piggly Wiggly in town. Yes, living in Cottonwood, Mississippi has its perks. Working for the local college keeps things interesting. Being the physician on staff at the college makes things very interesting. Yes, that's right. I'm the official physician at Cottonwood State University. My name is Dr. Beauregard Monroe. If that's not a name as southern as sweet tea, then I don't know what is. My friends call me Beau. I'm still in good shape at the age of 29. You see, I was born here in Cottonwood, then went to medical school over in Alabama. After interning and becoming an attending physician down in Jackson, I got homesick and decided to come home. The local university was looking for a physician after their previous one had passed away after nearly 50 years on the job. If I'm lucky, I'll be here just as long. Yep, at 29 I look pretty good. I work out a few times a week to stay in shape. I'm not ripped, but I have a decent body. I'm about 5'9" and weigh in at 170 lbs. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and my body is covered in a dusting of brown hair. Now, I'm not a bear by any means, but I like what body hair I have and I choose not to shave it. I also don't shave my pubic bush, though I do keep it trimmed. I'm also pretty proud of my cock. I'm a solid seven inches hard. And the best part is momma and daddy decided to leave my cock alone when I was born, so I'm uncut. I have a nice, dark pink, moist head when I skin myself back. The guys I fucked around with in college all loved it. You might be thinking I'm gay. Well, actually I'm bi. In fact, I just ended a two year relationship with a young woman named Maggie. She was a sweet girl, and came from a good family, but she didn't want any of the things in life that I want. Namely, she didn't want to have kids. Passing the Monroe name down to another generation is important to me. So, I had no choice but to break it off. I don't have any family left to speak of, except for a few cousins that I talk to a couple times a year. Momma and Daddy had me when they were older, and they both have passed on. So, I'm left to fend for myself. I inherited our family home, a stately, early 1900s antebellum style house a few miles out of town. You know, one of those with the wraparound porch and the porch swings. The house used to sit on over five hundred acres of family-owned land. But, our farming days ended long ago, and most of the land has been sold. We kept twenty acres, which I still enjoy maintaining. I have a garden and a few chickens, along with my German Shepard dogs Rex and Annabelle. We get along just fine out there. I have a good group of friends that I hang out with, so I don't get too lonely. So enough about me. Let's talk about my job. Being the campus physician, I get to deal with ailments that college students come into the health center for. I mostly deal with colds, sinus infections, the flu, and occasional STDs. The most exciting part of my job, however, is that I am responsible for performing physicals on all of the male student athletes. What about the females, you ask. Well, years ago, some girl pitched a big fit about the old male doctor performing physicals on her. Although no one believed that old Doc Baker would do anything of the sort, and no other female athlete would come forward with similar allegations, the university decided it would be safer to contract with a female physician to provide physicals to female athletes. That was fine by me. It's rather ironic that the females receive their physicals from a female doctor because of concerns of the sexual nature, because most of the physicals I give the male athletes end in a happy ending for them. During the time I've worked here, I've encountered several bisexual male athletes. However, even the straight ones often need a release. Playing college sports doesn't allow for much time for a social life, so many of these young men look for a release any way they can get it. I had developed a little bit of a reputation among some of the athletes, and that was fine. That just meant that the new guys already knew what to expect, and most were more than open to it. "Dr. Monroe, your 4:30 is here," my nurse, Amanda informed me. "It's Ethan Barbour. He's here for a physical." "Thank you, Amanda. Is he in exam room 2?" I asked. "Yes, doctor," Amanda said. "Alright, good deal," I replied. "Hey, why don't you head on home. I can handle everything with this one. Just lock the door on your way out," I said. "Well, if you don't mind, I think I will. Ed is grilling steaks tonight, and I need to stop by the Pig and pick up a few things on my way home." "You go right ahead. Thanks for all you do. I'll see you tomorrow!" I heard Amanda gather her things, and in a few minutes she was out the door. I made my way to exam room 2. I opened the door and was immediately hit with the smell of teenage boy body funk. Now don't get me wrong, this scent is like an aphrodisiac to me. "You must be Ethan," I said, picking up his chart. I made note of his date of birth. 2/12/2002. That made him 18. I had to be sure. Sometimes, we had some athletes who graduated early and were not yet 18. "Yep, that's me," he said. Let me take a moment to describe Ethan to you. The boy, who I now know to be 18 years old, was 6'0" and 184 lbs, according to his chart. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that I could easily get lost in. He had a smattering of ginger facial hair. His beard growing ability wasn't completely there yet. His body, what I could see right now, appeared to be covered in ginger hair as well. There was a nice coating on his arms and legs. His arms were folded behind his head, exposing his armpits in the tank top he was wearing. His pit hair was matted with sweat and was ginger as well. I wasn't surprised that he was sweaty. It's July in Mississippi. You sweat the minute you walk out the door. "What sport do you play?" I asked. "Baseball. I'm a pitcher," Ethan replied. "Where are you from, Ethan?" "I'm originally from Savannah, Georgia, but my family moved to Mississippi when I was 10 to be close to family here. We live in Kosciusko." "What's your major?" "Business. My dad runs a construction company, and I hope to take it over one day. So I'm trying to learn all I can now." "You don't want to play MLB?" I asked. "Well, you know doc, I'd love to. But I'm a realist and I know I ain't really that good. I'm good for Cottonwood, but I'm not MLB good," Ethan said. I really loved his southern drawl. I could still pick up some of the Savanna accent that he hadn't lost. "Well, at least you have a plan," I said. "A lot of athletes don't have a plan beyond the here and now. Well, let's get on with your physical. Since this is the first one you've had here, we will do a full physical. Let's go ahead and get all of those clothes off." "Everything?" he asked. "Yes, everything. Socks, underwear, everything. It's just easier to go through the whole thing if you just get all your clothes out of the way. There's no reason to be embarrassed," I assured him. "Oh, I ain't embarrassed, doc. I've been naked around guys in the locker room my whole life." Ethan stood up and started removing his clothing. The first thing to go was his tank top. I could see that he had a fine dusting of ginger hair on his chest and a happy trail leading into his pants. He sat back down on the exam table and pulled off his Nike running shoes, then peeled off his damp, black socks. "Doc, I'm sorry I stink. I smell my own feet," he laughed. "I came here straight from practice and I didn't really have time to shower." "No worries, Ethan. Being a doctor there isn't much I haven't seen and smelled," I said. He had pretty feet. I normally don't care for feet, but his were well formed and looked to be about a size 10. Standing back up, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his running shorts, and pulled them, along with his boxers, down and kicked them off his feet. Ethan was now standing before me in all his beautiful, naked, teenage boy glory. Like the rest of the hair on his body, his pubes were ginger colored. They weren't shaved, but he obviously kept them neatly trimmed. His balls were definitely low-hangers, and appeared to be mostly hairless. His soft cock hung over his balls. He was circumcised, like most boys his age, and looked to be about four inches soft. I couldn't wait to see how big it got when he got hard. "Okay, Ethan, first I'm going to check your blood pressure," I said. I went through the mundane tasks of checking his blood pressure, taking his temperature, oxygen levels, looked at his throat, in his ears, up his nose, checked his pulse, and all the boring stuff. Everything looked fine. "Ethan, I'm now going to get into the physical part of your physical. I'm going to let the back of the table down so you're laying flat on your back. Then I'm just going to examine your joints and make sure certain parts of your body feel like they should." "Whatever you say, doc." I started at his neck, using my fingers to feel his lymph nodes. This can be a sign of a serious infection. Thankfully, his felt normal. I moved down to his nipples and gently pressed on each one and felt the tissue underneath. Many people don't realize that men can also develop breast cancer, so looking for abnormalities in this area is important. I continued down is body, pressing on areas of his abdomen, feeling of his arms, his thighs, his knees, and down to his feet. When I got to his feet, I took first one and then the other in both of my hands. They were still slightly damp. Under the guise of examining them, I picked each one up, massaging each toe and brought each foot close to my face so I could see better. This, of course, allowed me to catch a whiff of his sweaty foot odor. "Everything is looking good so far, Ethan. Are you still okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm good, doc." "Okay, good, now roll over on your front side so I can do the same thing on your backside." Ethan did as instructed, and I examined his shoulders, and spine. "Okay, Ethan. Now I need to examine your private parts. I know this may be a little uncomfortable and embarrassing, but it has to be done. If you will, go ahead and stand up so I can check you for hernias." Ethan did as he was told. He stood up, and I used my fingers to press below his scrotum while having him cough. Satisfied that there was no hernia, I had him lay back down. "I'm going to examine your penis and testicles now," I said. I used my bare hands to examine his balls, rolling each one between my fingers, feeling for lumps or other abnormalities. I should be wearing gloves, but this was much more fun. I then used my fingers to examine the head of his penis, spreading open the pee hole and then running them down the shaft. Of course, this caused him to start getting hard. "Since you are getting an erection, I'll go ahead and get some measurements of your erect penis for my records." "Huh? You really need that?" Ethan asked. "It's part of a study the university is conducting. I hope you don't mind," I lied. "I guess not. I ain't got nothing to be ashamed of," Ethan bragged. "Good. Then let's go ahead and get those measurements. Get yourself all the way hard for me." Ethan stroked his penis a couple times until he was fully erect. I used a paper tape measure to get the circumference and length. He measured in at a respectable six inches in diameter and seven inches in length. "Alright, Ethan. Now I need to perform a rectal exam. Go ahead and turn over for me on your hands and knees. Then, lower your shoulders down so you're resting on your elbows." Ethan did as I asked without hesitation. This position put his gorgeous bubble butt on full display, spreading his cheeks apart and exposing his pretty pink rosebud. His cheeks were lined with a dusting of ginger hair, and his asshole was surrounded by a ring of hair of the same color. "I am going to apply a lubricant to your anus so my finger will slide in a little more easily. Once my finger is inside, I need you to relax. I'll rotate my finger inside you, just looking for anything abnormal. Then, I'll feel of your prostate to make sure it is normal, then I'll be done. Do you have any questions before we get started?" "Yeah, are you going to take me to dinner after this?" Ethan asked with a laugh. "Wouldn't that be nice," I said with a laugh as well. "Okay, here we go." Before I lubed up his hole, I used my finger to run down the length of his crack. As subtly as I could, I brought the finger back to my nose and inhaled the scent of his butthole. It was the most rich, musky aroma. I absolutely love the smell of a boy's ass. Ethan had one of the nicest ass smells I have experienced. I had to have more. Since his face was pointed in the other direction, I quietly leaned down and with my nose only about an inch from his hole, I took a whiff as quietly as I could. Okay, time to get started before he suspects anything. I still had not put on gloves. He didn't seem to notice, and I always preferred to do these exams bare handed. I squirted some lube on my finger, then applied it to his asshole. "Alright, Ethan. Relax for me. It might help if you push out a little bit like you are going to the bathroom," I said. Ethan did push out, and my finger popped right in. I swear I heard him moan a little bit. Now that I was all the way to the second knuckle inside him, I pulled back out enough so I could rotate my finger around just inside his anus. He seemed to be empty and clean inside. I then pushed my finger in deeper until I felt his prostate. "Holy shit, what is that?" Ethan moaned. "That's your prostate. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Oh fuck yes. Damn. Is this why gay guys love getting fucked?" I chuckled. "Well, yes, some men find stimulation of the prostate to be a pleasurable experience." As I spoke, I continued rubbing his prostate. He continued to moan. By this point, my finger had been inside him for at least a minute. That was well beyond the time limit for most rectal exams. A quick glance under him confirmed that his cock was rock hard and dripping precum on the paper beneath him. I reached under and grabbed his cock, giving it a couple strokes. This elicited more moans from him, and caused his hole to clench around my finger. "Ethan, are you enjoying this?" "Yeah, doc. I know this is wrong, but yeah, I like it." "Do you want me to make you feel even better?" "Yes, please doc. Do whatever you want." That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I had Ethan turn back over and pull his legs back to his chest, exposing his hole to me again. I dove into his spread butt cheeks, giving him what was likely his first ever rim job. "Holy fuck!" he swore. "God damn doc. What the fuck are you doing? But don't stop. Oh fuck oh fuck..." After licking his hole for a couple minutes, I decided it was time to give his cock some attention. I removed my tongue from his hole, and engulfed his cock with my mouth. I decided to return my finger to his hole, once again rubbing his prostate. Ethan was moaning unintelligible words. I just kept finger fucking his hole and sucking his cock. My cock was rock hard in my khakis. I felt something, and looked down to see Ethan's hand rubbing my cock through my pants. "Doc, take your cock out, please. I want to see it." Not one to disappoint a patient, I quickly threw off my white coat, loosened my belt, and dropped my khakis and my boxers in one motion. I decided to go ahead and throw off my polo shirt as well, leaving me as naked as Ethan. Ethan's hand found my hard cock, and started stroking it. "Doc, will you fuck me?" "Are you sure that is what you want," I asked. "No, but right now yes. If I don't do it now I never will," Ethan said. "Alright. If you are sure. Scoot down a little more so your ass is on the edge of the table," I said. I pressed the head of my cock against his pink rosebud and pushed slowly until his anus gave way and accepted the invader. "Oh fuck! It hurts! Take it out!" Ethan yelled. I'm glad Amanda went home early! "Shhhh! Just relax, Ethan. It will get better. Just relax and push out like you are shitting." "Alright, push in a little more. But go slow," he said. After a couple minutes of pushing in just a little at a time, then giving him time to relax, I had my cock fully inside the boy. "How much more?" he asked. "That's it. You got it all. How does it feel?" "Weird. Like I'm really full. Like I have to take a huge dump," he said with a laugh. "Alright then, let's see how this feels," I said. I pulled almost all the way out, then slowly pushed back in. Ethan moaned with pleasure as my cock passed over his prostate. He was no stroking his cock as I fucked him. "Keep doing that doc. That feels so good!" His ass was so tight. I knew he was a virgin. With the way his hole was gripping my cock, I knew I couldn't last too much longer. Apparently, neither could he. "Doc, I'm about to cum!" "Hold up a second," I said. "I need to catch your cum. I need a semen sample." I grabbed a glass tube off the shelf next to us. "Here, try to cum in this," I said. "Oh damn. Here it comes!" he yelled. His orgasm caused his hole to grip my cock even tighter, causing me to start my own orgasm. Before I knew it, I was shooting my load deep inside his rectum. It took both of us a minute to come down from our orgasms. "Damn, that was good!" Ethan was the first to speak. "But that may be the most unusual physical I've ever had!" "Ethan, I need you to promise me that you won't speak of this to anyone." "No worries, doc. I won't say a word. I always thought I might be bi, and you gave me a chance to see. I think I am!" "I'm bi too, Ethan. So I understand," I said. "Cool! So, uh, did I pass my physical?" I laughed. "Yes, Ethan, you passed your physical. Say, uh, I don't usually do this with patients, but if you still want that dinner, you can come out to my place and we can grill some burgers or something." "Hahaha," Ethan laughed. "I was only kidding about dinner, doc. But I never turn down free food!" "Cool, do you know where the Monroe house is out on Highway 5?" "Of course I do! You own the Monroe house?" "Yes, I do. It's been in my family since 1905!" I said. "Well I'll be damned. I love that house. Now I get to see it up close!" Ethan was almost finished putting his clothes back on, and I was as well. "Well, come on out there then. Let's say 7:00." "Aright, I'll be there, doc." "I think you might as well call me Beau," I said. "Good deal, Beau. I'll see you shortly!" The next chapter will be published soon. Let me know what you think! Do you want to hear more of Dr. Monroe's fun at work? Do you want to hear about some of his experiences with other young college athletes? If you do, let me know! 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