As the head nurse at a prestigious private college I have the joy of being present during all sports physicals.
My favourites are the young, virile male 18 year olds who come for their first full physical.
The rumours that go round the school about what exactly the ‘full physical’ involves are a mixture of mystery and myth. Most of the young men who cross into the examination rooms are loathe to tell others of exactly what occurs in there. Many of them end up in tears and would hardly want that information spread around the playing field. This results in a student body filled with fear and trepidation. Exactly my idea of fun. I enjoy watching the young men arrive for their physicals dressed in their sports shorts and t-shirts. All of them have been through the annual physical before and believe they know what to expect. The basics naturally remain the same: weight, height, blood pressure, reflexes, joints, back & hernia checks. But then comes the next step. All the boys in the college attend the medicals on the same day. They are called in alphabetical order and not by age. A ‘conveyor’ belt system is put into place. Each student is given a file. Each age group has a different coloured file. 18 years and older carry a purple file. They all start by being weighed, then they have their height measured, then comes the doctor’s consult for the under 18’s. Blood pressure and general check up including a hernia check. I love watching the faces of the under 18’s as the doctor tells them to ‘drop your shorts and underpants’. There is always a moment of hesitation and embarrassment. They never fail to turn their heads towards me in the hope that I will turn away. I never do. The sensation that courses through me as I look them square in the eye and don’t flinch never fails to leave me wet. When they comply and drop their shorts and underpants the feeling of control that floods me almost leaves me breathless. And then it is all over. Just as quickly as it began. The doctor tells the patient to take their file to the nurses’ station where they will be required to give a urine sample and then they can go on home. The relief that floods their faces always makes me smile. All I can think is ‘Just wait until you’re older my boy!’ The 18 year olds come for the first consult which involves them getting the general check up and blood pressure test but they are then asked to take their file to the nurses’ station, give a urine sample and return to the waiting area for the 2 nd consult. The look of utter consternation on their faces is precious beyond words. They are confused. Fear spreads across their faces. Once they return they are left to wait until the younger boys have been finished. Usually this means about 2 hours for them. As the area becomes quieter and quieter with fewer and fewer boys remaining, the 18 year olds become more and more withdrawn. There is a great amount of lip chewing and ground-staring. They shuffle and can hardly sit still. The purple files dance and twirl. There is nervous coughing and copious ceiling staring. I always look out for those who seem most afraid and those who put on all the bravado they can muster. They are the ones who give the best performances. The doctor then calls the first boy in. As he walks in and closes the door the sense of dread on the face of those he leaves behind is almost palpable. I have occasionally remained in the waiting area during some of the exams while another nurse assists. This is to enjoy the experience of watching those left outside. I love observing them as the noises on the other side of the door filter through. Sometimes the younger nurses leave the door open just a fraction to aid the fear. It is a regular occurrence that a boy will cry out. Usually it is a cry of pain or fear. What happens to them is scary and it is sometimes uncomfortable. Occasionally it is a cry of pleasure. When it is, it is always the jock of the pack. The look of utter horror when they leave the examination room is priceless. I enjoy taking over from the nurse on duty as we come to the end of the line. These last few creatures have been left to stew outside. Waiting to find out what exactly causes all the noises from behind the (almost) closed door. One of the most memorable exams was young Stefan van der Bijl. An exchange student from Holland young Stefan had joined us at the beginning of the year so he had none of the experience the other boys had with the examinations. Fresh blood, so to speak. I stood at the open door of the exam room. “Mr. van der Bijl? Please step in.” He quietly stood holding his file and started walking toward the door. Already a blush was rising in his cheeks. He was almost 6 feet tall and was of medium build. He was scared. It showed. Dr McKenzie is not the type of doctor with time to waste. He isn’t rude or abrupt. He is simply business like. As he has many patients to get through he does so with little waste of time. Pleasantries are kept to the minimum. He does use ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’ continually though. His curt instructions and detailed explanations of certain procedures are the only talking that punctuates the exam. The sense of consternation that clearly grabs hold of these young boys is tangible. ‘Mr. van der Bijl, I need to do a hernia check. Please stand in front of the exam table. . . . . . Thank You.’ As Stefan stood waiting, Dr McKenzie turned to the instrument tray, took a glove and pulled it over his right hand. As always, he snapped it into place. Stefan jerked up in fright, his eyes shooting open. Dr McKenzie sat on the rolling stool and pushed toward Stefan. ‘Mr. van der Bijl, please drop your pants and underpants to the floor so I can carry out the hernia check.’ Stefan turned his head toward me with a pleading look in his eye. I felt my crotch get sodden. “Man oh man is my husband going to get ridden hard tonight”! I thought to myself. ‘Please Mr. van der Bijl. I do not have the whole day to wait for you.’ With a clear sense of reluctance, Stefan dropped his pants and his underpants to around his ankles. His cock was pretty standard. Looked pretty much like any other 18 year olds cock. Nothing to write home about. Dr McKenzie examined each testicle, the scrotum and the penis. He told Stefan to turn his head and cough. Stefan was getting more and more embarrassed. The colour rising in his cheeks. The tears forming in his eyes. I almost felt sorry for him. But I felt more excited for myself. This one was going to be special. I could just tell. As Dr McKenzie finished and pulled the glove off. He instructed Stefan to leave his pants and underpants off and climb up on the couch. ‘Lie on your back please Mr. van der Bijl. I will now palpate your abdomen.’ As the doctor started his examination, Stefan stared at the ceiling with his arms at his side. You could see that all he wanted to do was cover his crotch. As Dr McKenzie’s hand travelled down Stefan’s abdomen the obvious discomfort was visible. Clearly Mr. van der Bijl did NOT enjoy having a man feel him up. Almost as quickly as it started, it was over. ‘Thank you Mr. van der Bijl. Please sit up.’ The relief washed across Stefan’s face. It was over in his mind. It wasn’t all that bad. Why the others had made such a fuss was a mystery to him. I smiled quietly and watched his next reaction carefully. ‘Mr. van der Bijl, I am now going to do what is called a DRE. A digital rectal exam. This is necessary as you go into adulthood. We carry this exam out in order to ascertain a base line understanding of your prostate. Each man’s prostate is different. It is unlikely that there is anything wrong with your prostate at the moment which makes this type of exam so vital and valuable in the your future health care.’ As Dr McKenzie spoke the look of confusion first and horror next left me almost panting.
