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Here is by far my most embarrassing moment...
I was 13 and had just moved to Virginia with my family. The new school I enrolled in required students to have 7th grade physical. If we had known this (the school I would have went to in St. Louis required 9th grade physical) we would have had it done with my longstanding family doctor, a very nice Pakistani gentleman.
My parents make an appointment with a new doctor they picked out from the new insurance company. I figured that this new doctor is going to be the same as my old doctor and never gave it a second thought.
The day of the appointment come, dear ole' Mom takes me down there and after some brief paperwork, I leave my mother in the waiting room and they take me in the back and ask me to undress and get up on the table. Now I am starting to dread things at this point, I am going to have some old smelly doctor touching me and telling me how to do a testicular exam on myself. As you will see I wished that happened.
I'm sitting there in my tighty whiteys and almost shivering, when the door opens and in comes my doctor, not a Paki like I was expecting, not some old man, but a woman who could have been that years Playmate of the year, tall, blonde, absolutely beautiful in every regard. This woman was Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, and Aphrodite all rolled into one.
Just to catch you up, we have:
A. A 13 year old boy in the underwear
B. The hottest woman said boy has ever seen.
So she introduces herself and stating checking my eyes, ears, and throat. Talking really nice to me and telling me that she wished it was warmer so I wouldn’t shiver so much, as she rubs one had on my shoulders in a vain attempt to warm me up and calm me a bit. She checks my pulse and does all the other normal doctor things. The whole time I am thinking about baseball, football, cars, a naked Rosanne Barr and Barbra Walters oil wresting match, anything I can that can get my mind off of the fact that my penis is yelling "GO GET HER BOY, SHE’S ALL YOURS!!!"
Then comes the moment... the moment that she tells me to lay back and slide my underwear off.....
I stall by asking her some stupid question that doesn't make sense..
She again asks me to lay back and remove my underwear.
I comply this time, as I slide off my shorts she at this point realizes why I as so nervous, Mr. Happy is pointing north and ready for action.
She smiles briefly and then starts talking to me about testicular cancer, about how I have to check once a month. Then she demonstrates my grabbing my sack and making sure everything (else) is working correctly. What seemed at the time like forever only lasted about 1 minute. She then finished up with the normal exam and said good-bye, I simply dressed and left never talking my eyes off the floor.
On the way home, my mother mentioned that my doctor was really nice; I simply nod, and mutter yes.
I was 13 and had just moved to Virginia with my family. The new school I enrolled in required students to have 7th grade physical. If we had known this (the school I would have went to in St. Louis required 9th grade physical) we would have had it done with my longstanding family doctor, a very nice Pakistani gentleman.
My parents make an appointment with a new doctor they picked out from the new insurance company. I figured that this new doctor is going to be the same as my old doctor and never gave it a second thought.
The day of the appointment come, dear ole' Mom takes me down there and after some brief paperwork, I leave my mother in the waiting room and they take me in the back and ask me to undress and get up on the table. Now I am starting to dread things at this point, I am going to have some old smelly doctor touching me and telling me how to do a testicular exam on myself. As you will see I wished that happened.
I'm sitting there in my tighty whiteys and almost shivering, when the door opens and in comes my doctor, not a Paki like I was expecting, not some old man, but a woman who could have been that years Playmate of the year, tall, blonde, absolutely beautiful in every regard. This woman was Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, and Aphrodite all rolled into one.
Just to catch you up, we have:
A. A 13 year old boy in the underwear
B. The hottest woman said boy has ever seen.
So she introduces herself and stating checking my eyes, ears, and throat. Talking really nice to me and telling me that she wished it was warmer so I wouldn’t shiver so much, as she rubs one had on my shoulders in a vain attempt to warm me up and calm me a bit. She checks my pulse and does all the other normal doctor things. The whole time I am thinking about baseball, football, cars, a naked Rosanne Barr and Barbra Walters oil wresting match, anything I can that can get my mind off of the fact that my penis is yelling "GO GET HER BOY, SHE’S ALL YOURS!!!"
Then comes the moment... the moment that she tells me to lay back and slide my underwear off.....
I stall by asking her some stupid question that doesn't make sense..
She again asks me to lay back and remove my underwear.
I comply this time, as I slide off my shorts she at this point realizes why I as so nervous, Mr. Happy is pointing north and ready for action.
She smiles briefly and then starts talking to me about testicular cancer, about how I have to check once a month. Then she demonstrates my grabbing my sack and making sure everything (else) is working correctly. What seemed at the time like forever only lasted about 1 minute. She then finished up with the normal exam and said good-bye, I simply dressed and left never talking my eyes off the floor.
On the way home, my mother mentioned that my doctor was really nice; I simply nod, and mutter yes.
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