by jallen944 ©
Ethan sat in Dr. Herbert's office waiting room with Mom, feeling terribly embarrassed and ashamed. Had he known he needed to get a physical before going to hockey camp he would have resisted the idea more firmly. He was filled with dread at having to be naked in front of the doctor.
Finally they called his name and he walked stiffly through the door, past the smiling, pretty nurse. She led him to an examination room and told him to sit up on the table.
He waited a long time, and the longer he waited, the more nervous he got. He could hear the voices of Dr. Herbert and the nurses talking in the other rooms and occasionally one of them would walk by the partly open door.
One of the nurses was very pretty. She was the one who called him in and smiled at him. In his nervousness, he began to get aroused by thinking about her. His mind wandered as he imagined her naked, and a stiffness grew in his pants.
Just at the moment when, in his imagination, the nurse was bending over and pulling up her crisp, white skirt for him, Dr. Herbert walked in. He was an older man, heavy set, with graying hair and bald except for a trim over his ears, sad eyes and a round nose. He wore reading glasses, which rested low on his nose, and he was reading from a chart he held at about his belly. He had been Ethan's doctor since Ethan was born.
"Ethan McCullen." He looked up at Ethan. "How've you been feeling, Ethan?"
"You're what now, eighteen?"
"So, you want to play hockey?" Dr. Herbert smiled warmly at Ethan. "I'm a big fan of hockey."
Ethan smiled absently. He wasn't thinking about hockey. He had an erection that wouldn't go down and now he was worried about the doctor, or worse, one of the nurses, seeing it.
"There's nothing to worry about, Ethan. This is just a physical so I won't be sticking you with any needles." He put down the clipboard and handed Ethan a small plastic cup. "First of all, I need a urine sample. If you could take that to the lavatory and fill it up for me."
Ethan took the cup and went to the lavatory. When he dropped his pants, his erection stood out long and stiff. He held the tiny cup in his shaking hand in front of his penis. It was difficult to pee with a hard-on, but after a few minutes he managed to get out enough to fill the cup.
The pretty nurse was standing outside the lavatory when he opened the door and he was startled.
"I'll take that," she said with a smile that made Ethan's knees weak.
As he handed her the small, plastic cup, her eyes glanced down. Her smile dropped for a moment, then she looked up to his eyes again and her smile returned. He smiled back, but she quickly turned and walked down the hall.
When she was gone Ethan looked down at himself to she what she had seen, and saw the outline of his hard penis in the leg of his jeans. He groaned inside and his face became warm.
Dr. Herbert returned to the examination room shortly after Ethan. He asked Ethan to remove his shirt and examined his neck, throat, eyes and ears. He used the stethoscope to check his lungs, then asked Ethan to lower his pants and lie back.
Ethan felt a moment of panic. He still had a painfully stiff erection that Dr. Herbert had not yet noticed. If he were to take his pants down there would be no way he could miss it. He would die of embarrassment.
Dr. Herbert's back was turned and he was putting on rubber gloves when Ethan started to undo his pants. He was terribly ashamed of himself and hated this thing that had grown off him like some foreign body.
With his jeans down around his ankles and his erection standing straight up, Ethan laid back on the examination table. He squeezed his eyes shut. He hated his body for doing this to him.
"All right then," Dr. Herbert said.
Ethan watched him, but he didn't even seem to notice Ethan had an enormous erection. He placed his hands on Ethan's lower abdomen and pressed, like he was feeling for something.
"Any pain there?" he asked.
"No," Ethan said.
To Ethan's horror, Dr. Herbert put one hand around Ethan's erection and felt his balls with the other. The rubber gloves felt strangely cold on his warm skin. His eyes opened wide and he gasped.
"Does that hurt?" Dr. Herbert asked.
Ethan shook his head. "Just cold."
"Sorry," the doctor said, and let go. He pulled the gloves off. "I'm gonna ask the nurse to come in and test your bladder. It's a simple procedure. I'll need you to leave your pants down."
"Ok," Ethan said with a shaky voice.
Dr. Herbert went out. Ethan wanted to run. With all his life, he wanted to run away from this place as fast as he could. Yet, he was paralyzed. There was no way he could get away.
It was a long time before the door opened and a nurse came in. It was the pretty one. Immediately, the memory of the image of her bending over came back to his mind and his penis throbbed involuntarily. He thought he was gonna die.
She did not see him as soon as she came in. She went right to the counter and set a few items on it and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Ethan watched her back. When she turned around she saw his penis and stopped suddenly, dropping one of the items in her hand.
"Excuse me," she said.
Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her. Her face glowed bright red. Her body was all perfect curves beneath her tight, white uniform. He longed to reach out and touch her. He wanted to put his hands on her breasts. He loved the way they pushed out the front of her uniform, and he was dying to find out what they felt like.
None of this did anything to help make his erection go down. If anything, it only made it harder. And he knew what happened when he had days like this. He wound up having wet dreams at night. Sometimes he would remember part of the dream when he woke up. Many times he knew the girl he had dreamed of having sex with. But every time, and almost every night, it seemed, he woke up with a puddle in his pajamas. A few times when he had soiled them and taken them off he had done it again, staining the sheets.
Tonight, the woman in his dreams would be this nurse.
"I'm nurse Thomas," she said. Ethan held his breath. Even her voice was sexy. "This is a Foley catheter," she continued, holding up a long, thin rubber tube in one hand. "And this is a special fluid we will inject into your bladder." She held up a clear package of fluid. "You might feel some discomfort, but you shouldn't feel any pain."
"Ok," Ethan said vaguely.
He didn't care how it felt. He would do anything for this woman. She set the package of fluid on the table beside Ethan.
"To do that, I must insert this tube into your penis. Are you ok with that?"
"Sure," Ethan said nervously.
It sounded weird, but all the same, he would let her do anything she wanted to him.
She nodded and gave him a little smile. She tentatively held her open hand out, like she was afraid to touch his penis. When she did, she held it delicately between two fingers.
Ethan held his breath. The rubber gloves on her hand felt strange on his penis. It felt better than Dr. Herbert's hand. He silently wished she would put her whole hand around it and move it up and down, like he did sometimes when he was alone. Sometime he could get himself off by doing that. He would give anything if she would do it for him.
Nurse Thomas' hand was shaking as she tried to insert the end of the tube into the hole at the end of his penis. Ethan watched her, propped up on his elbows. Finally, she closed her whole hand around his shaft to hold herself steady and managed to insert the end of the rubber tube.
Ethan gasped as she fed it into his penis. The tube itself felt rather strange, but her hand squeezed his shaft tightly and moved up and down slightly. He had to bite his lip to keep himself under control.
It was a long tube. He could feel it sliding into his body.
"There," she said when it was all the way in.
She let go of it to pick up the bag of fluid. The attachment end of the catheter tube dangled over the head of his penis. She attached the container of fluid to it.
"Ready?" she said.
"I guess," Ethan muttered.
She operated a plunger on the bag, pushing it in slowly. Ethan gasped. He could feel the fluid rushing through the rubber tube inserted in his penis and filling his bladder.
"Oh my God," Ethan whispered.
"Does it hurt?" Nurse Thomas said.
Ethan shook his head. "It feels funny."
She smiled. "That's what most people say."
The entire bag drained into his bladder. She detached the bag.
"You need to hold that for a few minutes," she said.
She pulled the catheter tube back out.
Ethan strained to hold it. It was like having to pee really bad. When the end of the tube came out, some of the fluid squirted out with it, staining Nurse Thomas' rubber gloves and spilling on his groin. It had a warm, oily feel.
Nurse Thomas took the used equipment to the counter and came back with another device. It looked something like the arm band of a blood pressure tester, with a spongy, moist material on the inside and a cap-like part dangling on the end. She tried to wrap it around the shaft of his penis. Obviously, it didn't fit.
"Hm. I'll have to get an adult size," she said. "Now don't move." She went out, leaving the door open.