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Re: Double Standard High (Fiction): Coed Swim Budd
« Reply #200 on: Sep 29th, 2012, 10:30pm »
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LadyLover,
I'm glad that Coach Joann didn't hit any boys with the paddle this time! Instead, she was pleased with the 9 of them having erections!  
This, and other parts of your stories epitomize my CFNM philosophy:
1)Vaginas, meet penises!  
2) Penises, be secure in vaginas' gazes and feels!
3) A secure penis can accept a vulva's, or many vulvas' vision! All penises should be happy they are pleasing possessors of that most beautiful thing-THE VAGINA!!
Maybe sex education classes can teach boys the proper ways to pleasure vaginas. To be fair, girls should also be taught how to pleasure penises, but only after the boys learn how to give great oral sex!
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Re: Double Standard High (Fiction): Coed Swim Budd
« Reply #201 on: Oct 2nd, 2012, 4:06pm »
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Thanks for your suggestion, Drunadi!
 
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First they aren't to happy about finding out that their locker room is the Peek-A-Boo Plaza. But this isn't enough, when they shower before their lesson they realise that a group of girls from the previous swimming class checks them out.  
 
Humiliated they go to their swimming lesson... with not a fiber on their bodies.... and realise that their swimming teacher... is a WOMAN!  
 
After their swimming lesson finally is done they are on their way back to their locker room when they ...meet the next swimming class in the corridor...  
 
Ofc after a few weeks the School board decide that they don't got enough time to give the boys a private lesson... so they have to swim with their classmates..... naked...
 
Quite a few people have suggested similar ideas, through online comments and personal messages. I intend to steal borrow invent the same ideas all by myself and present them as several swimming scenarios in future stories. He-He! Wink
 
 
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Maybe sex education classes can teach boys the proper ways to pleasure vaginas. To be fair, girls should also be taught how to pleasure penises, but only after the boys learn how to give great oral sex!

This could happen! I also have an idea for a mild femdom story where some older schoolgirls give one of the DSH Freshman boys a very personal lesson on these important talents.  Grin
 
 
My writing is going slowly this week, mostly because there are so many CHOICES when writing a medical CFNM story. Especially considering all of the great suggestions I have received from Easter_man_10 and so many others! I don't want to disappoint anyone but know that is unavoidable. When the entire medical exam story is posted, please let me know if I left out one of your favorites, and I will try again with a follow-up story.
 
I also found out that I will be unable to write on Thursday because of other obligations. I don't want to keep you waiting until Friday or maybe Monday for the next story. For this reason, tomorrow I will post what I have written so far. This means the city-wide physical examinations story will be in three, or maybe four, installments.
 
Hold on to your nurses, boys! This is going to be an outrageous medical marathon that will test your believability boundaries. And it all starts with the first episode, "Prelude to a Check-Up", starring three Senior boys from the public high school in a couple of wild scenes that should get your thermometers rising! Roll Eyes
 
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Re: Double Standard High (Fiction): Coed Swim Budd
« Reply #202 on: Oct 2nd, 2012, 4:51pm »
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LadyLover,
I suggest you check out my fictional account, involving a high school physical. I posted it in April, 2009. The last comment was posted on 5/6/09. You have probably seen it already, and I thought it might influence you, in your description of high school physicals, with females present. It can now be accessed on page 25. Good luck with your story!
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DSH (Fiction): Prelude to a Check-Up
« Reply #203 on: Oct 3rd, 2012, 12:19pm »
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Double Standard High: Prelude to a Check-Up
 
 
Starring three Senior schoolboys:
 
David: Tall and handsome, with shoulder-length brown hair, a moustache, and brown eyes
 
Mike: Slightly shorter than David at six feet, muscular and athletic, with dark-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
Richie: Short and slight, with curly brown hair and brown eyes
 
 
And featuring the following Junior nursing trainees:
 
Deirdre (Trainee 2): Tall and curvaceous, with brown, braided hair and brown eyes
 
Jane (Trainee 3): Medium height and slender with small breasts, auburn hair worn in a frosted bob, and green eyes
 
Susan (The Instigator): Medium height with large, shapely breasts; long, dark-blonde hair and dark-blue eyes
 
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There were almost two hundred students in Mike’s Senior class at the public high school, and they required three yellow busses to transport all of them to Donna Simpson High. After the first bus had been gone for an hour, Mike had followed on the second, carrying sixty more schoolboys and girls on their way to the city-ordered physical examinations.
 
At hoity-toity DS High, he grumped to himself. Mike, the star pitcher on the high school’s championship baseball team, was in a foul mood. A few more months and I’d have missed this nonsense! he groused. He had scored an athletic scholarship to the state university and would soon be rid of this small-minded community.
 
When the students arrived at their destination, the chaperones led them into DSH’s old gymnasium, where they were greeted by a bitchy crone with dark hair, dark clothes, and a dark personality. “I am Assistant Principal Anderson,” the hook-nosed hag announced loftily. She pointed a bony finger towards the Home Team bleachers to her right and directed, “I want all of the girls over here,” then pointed to the Visitors' bleachers on the opposite side of the basketball court, adding, “and the boys over there.”
 
David, Mike’s favorite catcher on the team, whispered sarcastically, “Real friendly.”
 
“Yeah. Welcome to Donna Simpson frickin’ High.”
 
The gymnasium echoed with the sounds of chattering students and booming footsteps as they climbed onto the bleachers.
 
“DO IT QUIETLY!” Miss Anderson shouted over the din while staring malevolently towards the boys’ side of the court.
 
Mike was disgusted to see that three of the boys from the first bus were still awaiting the start of their medical check-ups. “This is going to take forever!” he griped to David, who grunted his agreement.
 
The boys were nervous about the upcoming ordeal. The informational instruction pamphlet they had received assured them that the exam would be thorough, would take at least two hours, and would require them to undress for medical staff. Mike shuddered. It wasn’t the nudity that worried him. As an athlete, he had been naked in front of lots of teammates and coaches. What terrified him were physicians. Mike hated doctors! For one thing, he loathed being prodded and poked and felt-up by another man, even if he was a trained medical professional. But more importantly, he knew that nothing could end his future sports career faster than a doctor’s diagnosis of Lou Gehrig’s Disease . . . or worse!
 
A metallic door at the rear of the gym squealed open, and all heads turned to watch a gray-haired nurse in a white uniform-dress enter. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she walked towards the boys’ bleachers. The last three guys from the previous bus began to stand as she approached. She verified their names with a list on her brown clipboard and then escorted the nervous trio out of the rear door, which closed behind them with an ominous, echoing, BANG!Ang!ang!
 
Mike and David exchanged a nervous glance, then returned to their solitary thoughts.  
 
Five minutes later, another middle-aged nurse entered and escorted three girls out the Door of Doom. Everyone in the gym cringed as it closed with the same loud BANG!Ang!ang! Another ten minutes passed, and another three boys marched away. BANG!Ang!ang! Five minutes, three girls. BANG!Ang!ang!
 
The malevolent Assistant Principal paced the perimeter of the court with her hands behind her back. When she neared Mike’s location, he overheard Sally, his young Trigonometry teacher serving as a chaperone, ask, “Miss Anderson, wouldn’t it make more sense for them to examine all of the girls first, and then examine the boys?”
 
The Assistant Principal gave her a prickly stare and answered condescendingly, “We have physicians here who specialize in boys, and we have physicians who specialize in girls. Taking an even number of each gender keeps all of the specialists occupied and makes the process flow efficiently. If you will excuse me . . .,” she ended the conversation and quickly resumed her pacing.
 
Miss Dexter turned and caught Mike’s eye. Looking baffled, she asked, “Does that make sense to you?”
 
He shrugged. “I guess . . .”
 
Shaking her head, she said, “Whatever. I’m just glad I’m not the one running this carnival sideshow.”
 
Mike chuckled. Sally was alright!
 
After an eternity of anxious waiting, the gym door squealed open again, and an attractive, thirty-year-old nurse walked into the room.  
 
Mike gasped in surprise. “That’s Mrs. Barnes!”
 
“You know her?” asked David.
 
“Yeah. She lives up the street from me. Nice lady. Her husband was killed during the Tet Offensive in ’68.”
 
“Oh, that sucks.” David looked sympathetically towards the curvy nurse, who had paused to speak with Miss Anderson.
 
Mike nodded.  “Everyone in the neighborhood felt terrible. Lousy war. I was only a kid but started doing odd jobs for her. I wouldn’t let her pay me, so she used to make me lunch, and we’d eat and talk out back by her pool.”
 
“That must have been fun. She’s pretty!”
 
“Uh-huh.” Mike guiltily remembered how he used to wish she would invite him inside and thank him with her body; teach him to be a man, like Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Not that she looked anything like Anne Bancroft! Mike watched her hips swing as she approached. He wished she wasn’t holding her clipboard in front of her small but nice-looking breasts. Mrs. Barnes was tall, although shorter than his six feet, with short golden hair that fringed her white nurse’s cap. Her light-blue eyes, delicate nose, light-peach lips, and dimpled cheeks were irresistible when she smiled.
 
“Hi, Mrs. Barnes!” he greeted her cheerfully.
 
She stopped. “Oh, hi Mike! I was looking for you. But I am Nurse Barnes today, because I’ll be escorting you through your examination.”
 
“Y-you!”
 
She chuckled at the look of surprise on his handsome face. “Yes, me!” she acknowledged.
 
Mike wasn’t sure if that was good news or bad news. On the one hand he really liked her, but on the other hand . . . she might get a glimpse of him without any clothes on! A shiver of nervous excitement raced up his spine.
 
“We need to keep this moving along, Mike. Come down and stand beside me. I also need . . .” She checked her clipboard and read, “. . . David S*** and Richie B*** . . . to follow me.”
 
Mike was happy to hear David’s name called. As for the other boy: he had seen Richie around the school but didn’t really know him. He was a shy, studious kid who hung around in different circles.
 
Nurse Barnes led them out the back door – from outside, the closing door sounded like a muffled CLUNK! – and towards the imposing new gymnasium. Judging by the immense size of the place, Mike expected to be impressed by his first glimpse inside the vaunted Donna Simpson Sports Complex, but instead found himself in a back hallway with beige walls, across from a set of double-doors marked GIRLS LOCKER ROOM.
 
“Come along, boys,” the comely nurse encouraged the nervous Seniors as she strode up the hallway. They followed her towards the strangest-looking ‘locker room’ that Mike had ever seen! There were no doors and no shower curtains – only a row of double-stacked lockers that didn’t give any privacy at all. Waiting for them in the crazy place were three pretty schoolgirls – either Juniors or Seniors, Mike guessed – who were wearing tight, yellow DSH swimsuits! The boys gawked at their bare limbs and pleasing contours.
 
“Boys, I’d like you to meet three of Donna Simpson High’s newest nurse-trainees: Susan, Jane, and Deirdre”
 
While they exchanged greetings, Mike checked out the girls. Susan had dark-blond hair pulled back in a girlish ponytail and bright blue eyes, but he was mostly interested in the bosom of her bathing suit that strained to contain her large breasts. Deirdre was a tall, well-proportioned stunner with welcoming, brown eyes and reddish-brown hair that she kept in a long braid. The third beauty, Jane, was a cute schoolgirl with small, pert breasts. She wore her short, brown hair with light highlights in a playful bob that drew attention to her startlingly-green eyes.
 
Susan immediately said, “We’re on a tight schedule, guys, so go ahead and get undressed. You can place your clothes in any empty locker.”
 
The boys were flabbergasted! The trio had to take off their clothes in front of Nurse Barnes and the three nursing students! Everything off, even their 1973 class rings! When they were absolutely bare and their clothes stowed in lockers, all three boys hunched forward with their hands hiding their genitals.
 
The girls grinned to see how bashful the Senior boys were.
 
They wouldn’t look so happy, Mike griped to himself, if THEY were naked and WE were the ones wearing bathing suits!
 
“Did all of you read the instructions in the informational sheet?” inquired the nurse. “Have you fasted for twenty-four hours?”
 
“Yes, Ma’am,” they all replied.
 
“Great! Then we will proceed immediately to your urine samples.”
 
The boys watched apprehensively as the training nurses reached into a portable plastic cabinet and pulled on disposable sanitary gloves, then each withdrew a packaged sanitary wipe and a plastic cup with a cover.
 
“Deirdre, mark your sample cup with Richie B***,” instructed Nurse Barnes. She also listed Richie’s birth date and social security number. She gave Mike’s information to Susan and David’s to Jane. When all three cups were marked, the nurse led the group of eager girls and reluctant boys into the nearby men’s room.
 
Mike was surprised to see Nurse Barnes open the door and walk in without knocking! Fortunately, the room was empty. Mike counted five sinks, five urinals, and three stalls, but the stalls had walls only – no doors! What kind of place IS DSH? he wondered.
 
Mike and David anxiously allowed Susan and Jane to steer them in front of two white-porcelain urinals, but Richie abruptly balked like a high-strung horse being led into a starting gate. “No, I can’t do this,” he decided and backed out. His retreat was immediately blocked by the soft breasts of Deirdre, who was a good six inches taller than him. The back of his head pressed into the cushions of her cups.
 
“It’s alright, Little One,” she soothed him as she forced him forward with her body. While she held the boy in front of the urinal, Nurse Barnes opened the sanitary wipe for her. Richie gulped as  Deirdre, who was holding him in place with her body, reached around his waist with her left hand and lifted his frightened penis. After accepting the wipe from the nurse, Deirdre encircled his waist with her right hand and began to clean his cock.
 
Richie was mortified! Trapped in Deirdre’s soft embrace, with her bathing-suited body pressed against his bare back side, he looked down and watched her gloved hand wipe his bulbous glans and all around his pee hole. It tickled! and made him shudder. Beside him, David was getting the same treatment from Jane, and Susan was giving Mike’s member a thorough cleansing, while Nurse Barnes checked to make sure the nurse-trainees were careful to wipe away from the boys’ urethras.  
 
“All done, Little One,” Deirdre breathed in his ear when she dropped his cock.
 
I wish she wouldn’t call me that! the diminutive schoolboy griped to himself.
 
“OK, start peeing, boys,” Nurse Barnes prompted.  
 
While the girls unscrewed the tops of their sample cups, the boys struggled to urinate. Mike gulped and tried to relax, but nothing was happening. Judging by the silence beside him, David and Richie weren’t doing any better. All of them were too nervous to get their water started!
 
“That’s alright, boys,” encouraged the nurse. “Take some deep breaths and let it flow.”
 
Just when Mike thought it was never going to happen, he finally managed to begin with a small trickle. David followed with a sudden gusher into his urinal, but Richie just couldn’t get his plumbing working in front of Deirdre! After Mike had gotten a good flow going, Susan reached for his penis and guided the stream towards the little cup. When it was three-quarters full, she released him and let the boy finish emptying his bladder. To his right, Jane captured a successful sample from David, too, but the last boy was still struggling.
 
Richie, who was holding his penis aimed at the urinal, started to panic. “I can’t!” he exclaimed.
 
“You’re trying too hard,” suggested Deirdre. She rubbed his belly and whispered, “Just relax . . .”
 
At least she didn’t call me ‘Little One’! The thought distracted him, and he immediately began to pee into the bowl.  
 
“That’s better, Little One!” chuckled Deirdre. After a moment, she covered the hand holding his penis with hers and directed his flow into the cup until he had supplied a sufficient sample.
 
When the fizzy cups were safely stowed, the boys were led back to the Peek-A-Boo Plaza and stood in front of the wooden benches. “Now, the students need to perform a cleanliness inspection,” Nurse Barnes announced.
 
None of the boys liked the sound of that!
 
Wearing fresh gloves, the three girls checked their boy’s hair and scalp for lice, ticks, dandruff, or other problems. Then they worked their way down the bared bodies, from the top of the boys’ heads to the bottoms of their feet. They checked in and around their ears (“You need to do a better job washing behind your ears,” Jane informed David), nose, mouth, under and over their arms, fingers and nails, chest, nipples, navel (“You’ve got lint in here,” Deirdre scolded Richie), belly, penis, scrotum, legs, toes and toenails (“You should keep these trimmed better,” Susan advised Mike). Nothing was missed!
 
“Now, turn around boys.”
 
Oh, no! Mike worried.
 
The schoolgirls' close scrutiny of the older boys' bodies continued: the back of their necks, across their shoulders, down their backs, over their bottoms, down their legs to their heels and the bottoms of their feet.
 
When Susan released Mike’s left foot, she directed him to, “Bend over with your hands on the bench while I check your backside.”
 
He gulped and slowly bent forward, then held his breath as he felt her pull his butt cheeks apart. She held them open for a mortifying minute while she inspected him.
 
When Deirdre checked Richie’s buttocks, she immediately called over the nurse. “I think we have a problem here,” she explained.
 
He felt the nurse’s hands spread his bottom wider.  
 
“Yes, you’re right,” Nurse Barnes agreed. From behind him, the shamed boy heard, “You must try to wipe better after using the bathroom, Richie.”
 
‘Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbled as he felt his butt cheeks released.
 
When that task was completed, Nurse Barnes announced, “The last chore before we go to the clinic is for the three of you to get a thorough cleaning. The girls will be using a strong antibacterial gel, so you need to keep your eyes tightly closed while they wash your hair and face.”
 
We can do it!” hoped Richie. “We can wash ourselves instead of having the girls do it.”
 
“No, you have already proved that you don’t clean sufficiently,” she counseled.
 
Each of the girls led their boy under a shower nozzle and turned the water on. In her tight yellow bathing suit, Susan got almost as wet as Mike did as she rinsed him. The nursing students began washing the boys, from head to toe. Deirdre was the fastest, and when she began washing Richie’s genitals, Nurse Barnes suggested, “You should save cleaning his penis until last, Dear.”
 
“Why?” asked Deirdre. Susan and Jane, who were just about to begin scrubbing Mike and David’s cocks, paused to hear the experienced nurse’s explanation.
 
“Although nursing is a rewarding career, you will find much of the work to be tedious, sometimes rather disgusting, and, on occasion, heartrending. One of the few perks is washing a boy’s penis, and most medical professionals consider it to be a nurse’s privilege. In other words, if I were you, I would save the best for last!”
 
The girls chuckled, dropped the penises, and started washing the boys’ legs. When their front sides were clean, except for their cocks and balls, the nurse-trainees turned them around and started on their back sides.
 
Nurse Barnes watched as Deirdre washed Richie's soiled bottom. “Make sure you scrub real well back here when you wash,” she coached the boy. “That’s right, Deirdre, get your fingers right in there and clean him well.”
 
“OH!” Richie gasped when one of Deirdre’s slippery, soapy gloved fingers accidentally slid inside his rectum.
 
“Whoops, sorry Little One!” she chuckled.
 
“That’s alright, Deirdre,” said Nurse Barnes. “While you’re in there, give his sphincter a good swirl.”
 
“Whoa!” Richie exhaled when the young nurse-trainee obeyed.
 
When the boys’ bottoms were immaculate, the girls turned them around again.
 
“Take off your gloves, girls,” ordered Nurse Barnes. “You don’t want to contaminate their genitals with fecal material. These boys are healthy, so it’s OK to wash their penises with your bare hands.”
 
The three nurses-in-training discarded their gloves, squirted antiseptic gel in their hands, and lifted their boy’s penis.
 
I could get use to this! thought Mike as both of Susan’s slick hands lathered his cock and balls. He took his eyes off her big breasts and watched the dark-blonde’s blue eyes concentrating on his genitals as her slathering fingers scrubbed his scrotum. She was grinning a moment later when her hands reversed direction, palmed his penis, and slithered up and down his shaft. Then her fondling fingers foamed his little happy head. Beside him, David and Richie had nervous but satisfied smiles on their faces as the fingers of Jane and Deirdre washed their sex organs.
 
“Hi, Miss Parsons,’ said Nurse Barnes.
 
Mike looked up and noticed a pretty secretary with long brown hair approaching. Wearing a medium-blue blouse and a dark-blue miniskirt, she was cheerily watching the boys getting their penises washed while she traversed the hallway.
 
She paused and leaned on the lockers. “Good morning, Nurse Barnes,” said Miss Parsons. “How’s it going?”
 
“Everything is going smoothly.” She checked her watch and added, “We are right on schedule.”
 
“Great! I’ll tell Mrs. Olsen when I see her. I’d love to stay and watch . . .” she added sincerely as her eyes scanned the naked boys. All three cocks were semi-hard and being rinsed by the nurse-trainees. “. . . but Mrs. Olsen needs me in the clinic.” She hurried away towards the swimming pool.
 
“Mike’s ready for the clinic,” said Susan.
 
Nurse Barnes surveyed the semi-hard penises and smiled. “No, the boys aren’t completely clean yet.”
 
“What do you mean? Did I miss somewhere?” Susan picked up Mike’s rubbery cock and looked it over.
 
The experienced nurse explained, “I don’t have to tell you that boys Mike’s age get excited very easily, girls . . .”  
 
The nursing students laughed.
 
“. . . so another good nursing rule to remember is that, if a boy isn’t completely erect when you finish cleaning his penis, you have not finished cleaning his penis. Try again.”
 
The girls chuckled as they doubled their efforts on the blushing boys’ cocks. Susan soaped up Mike’s shaft again, then began burnishing the business end. Her fingers tickled and teased, stroked and squeezed his penis as she cleaned him. Soon all three boys sported excited erections that were shiny and straight. The young women toweled them down, making the boys’ knees buckle as their freshly-cleaned cocks were patted and pulled, buffed and polished.
 
“That’s better!” declared Nurse Barnes when all three boys were ramrod straight with their little helmets gleaming. “Now you’re ready for the clinic, gentlemen. Please follow me!”
 
“LIKE THIS!?” exclaimed Richie, gesturing towards his stark naked body with its obscenely straining hard-on. “Don’t we get hospital gowns or something?”
 
“No, it would waste too much time for you to repeatedly put them on and take them off. Now, come along.”
 
She glanced back and saw that they were following, but with their hands desperately trying to cover their erections and prevent the ridiculous bouncing. “I’m sorry, boys,” Nurse Barnes apologized, “but DSH rules require you to keep your hands at your sides or clasped behind your back at all times.”  
 
“Oh, come on!” Richie whined.
 
She said nothing, just waited with her arms crossed until they had all reluctantly dropped their hands, and only then did she continue on towards the pool enclosure. The three red-faced boys bid their beautiful, grinning groomers adieu and followed behind Nurse Barnes with their stiff and shiny shafts, capped by glistening golden globes, bobbing and swaying. As they got closer to the end of the hallway, they were alarmed to hear some sort of commotion ahead.
 
“WOW!” blurted Mike as they entered the impressive pool enclosure. “Look at the size of this place!”
 
The other boys had the same reaction, but as they walked around a towering stack of wooden bleachers, they all forgot their surroundings. There was a press conference being held in the pool area! All three boys scrambled to cover their stiff cocks.
 
“I am Principal Doane,” announced an amplified woman’s voice, “and I can answer any questions you may have.”  
 
With his hands protectively pouched over his penis, Mike slowly followed Nurse Barnes into the pool room. The woman whose voice he heard was facing the bleachers, where a cluster of local reporters, photographers, and cameramen stood. Two still cameras and a movie camera with a big ‘5’ on the side immediately turned towards the new arrivals.  
 
“Oh good!” said Mrs. Doane, “Here come some of the students now!” but then gently reminded them, “Show some respect for the ladies, gentlemen. Stand straight with your hands to your sides.”
 
“It’s alright, boys,” said a beautiful blonde reporter whom Mike instantly recognized. Amber Crozetti! She was a Babe with a capital ‘B’ and the star reporter on Channel 5 News!  “If we use this film of you on tonight’s news, there will be a black bar superimposed over your bodies,” she reassured them. “No one will see anything except your heads and shoulders. That’s our station policy.”
 
Her words did not give the boys any comfort. Feeling like he was dreaming, Mike reluctantly dropped his hands. I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti! a voice in his head started repeating. I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti!
 
The glamorous reporter smiled sympathetically, I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti! and he watched those locally-famous blue eyes look up and down his body. I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti!  He always wanted to meet the former beauty queen, but Dammit, NOT with a big goofy boner! I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti!
 
The young woman with her perfect body poured into a scarlet mini dress gave David and Richie the same sympathetic smile before checking them out, then turned her attention back to Principal Doane. “May I ask the nurse a few questions?” she inquired.
 
“As long as she doesn’t mind . . .” replied Principal Doane.
 
“Stay here, boys,” said Nurse Barnes, “This won’t take long.”
 
Mike stood in stunned silence, facing the bleachers with his excited dick and tight balls on display, while the nurse answered three questions, I’m naked in front of Amber Crozetti!, and the movie camera panned back-and-forth between the women on the podium and the boys in the buff. I am NAKED in front of Amber Crozetti!
 
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Re: DSH (Fiction): Prelude to a Check-Up
« Reply #204 on: Oct 3rd, 2012, 7:14pm »
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Wow, this is so good.  I wish it was a novel...a long one.
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Re: DSH (Fiction): Prelude to a Check-Up
« Reply #205 on: Oct 4th, 2012, 5:48am »
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congratulations, it is a good beguinning for the story of boy's physicals even if I don't like all the account personnally but it is very well written and it is funny anyway, and it is your story, you have the freedom to relate it as you prefer.
 
Personnally, I have preferred that some points were different to make the story more credible and less oriented towards sexuality.
 
For instance you do not explain why the physicals of students of an other public high school  must take place at DSH?
 
So nothing is said about the comments of boys and teachers of this school, and their reluctance to go to an other school for physicals and eventually their surprise at arrival at DHS and discovering the rules and set up of the physicals.
 
When they arrived by bus at DSH, you said nothing about their supervision by teachers or monitors of the other school, it is related as if they arrive alone in group and are supervised only by members of the staff of DSH?  
 
It is only after the beguinning of physicals that we learn that some teachers are used as chaperones as the trigonometry teacher.
 
Also I would have preferred a real group exam as it was often the case in the past, not only three boys examined together.
or at least an instruction to the boys to undress in group  (may be in underwears in a first step) before being called, not only the three ones.
 
The suggestion of a teacher- chaperone to make the girls examined first which would have been in privacy and the boys after the girls and without privacy would have been a good idea in my opinion to emphasize and to underline the double standard at school physicals because in that case the girls would have stayed after their physicals and compare their own physicals to that of the boys performed in a different way in order to win time.  
 
Until now the girls of their high school who were instructed to sit on bleachers are not concerned by the physicals of the boys and  they cannot see anything of them?  
 
I think that on that point, there is a little too much privacy for the boys.
 
Also I disagree with the fact that the three students girls of DSH who are nurses trainees are wearing only swim suits immediately when they meet the three boys. I understand that it is because they will wash the boys some minutes after under shower, but why they are not wearing a white or a blue labcoat and just their swim suit under it, so that they can easily be ready for washing the boys.  
I say that because I think that the double standard would be more strong if the girls were more clothed at the beguinning. And the view of the girls in swim suits is obviously something which can make the boys almost immediately excited and aroused, which is not good for physicals.  
 
I disagree also with the way in which the check of the clealiness of the boys is practiced, It must be humiliating  (including a check of the foreskin retracted and of the the anus area of course) but it is not devoted to check really their cleanliness in my opinion because they have taken a shower before coming and they are obviously clean (they are senior boys, not kids!) so it is too much incredible to have some bad comments about their cleanliness.  The check in my opinion is only devoted to make the boys understand that they are under the power of the nurse and that they have to be disciplined and to obey to all instructions whatever is their reluctance to do it.
There is no real necessity of a check except to make them more obedient. At the start the boys seem to me too much obedient, and not enough upset by what happens to them. As everybody knows, boys can be unruly.  
 
Besides, I think that it would have been the nurse who checked the boys, not the girls who would have been only spectators of the surprise and humiliation of the boys. I would have found all that situation more funny but certainly less sexual as you wanted.
 
As regards the obedience of the boys, I think that they agree too easily to undress till the nudity as soon as the nurse told them to undress, we do not feel that they are embarrassed or even mortified to be in the nude for their physicals since the start.
 
And after as regards the boys exposed to the view of a group of journalists and photographs, I think also that it is too much incredible. I have suggested only the presence of the girls journalists and photographs of the news paper of the school and just for a while, why not by her own decision without any set up of the school.
 
Here the boys are deliberately exposed to a lot of women  working in serious newspapers, may be it can have occured accidentally that they see the boys in the nude but not in that way. It is not the interest of DHs that everybody knows how the boys are treated like cattle!
Normally these women might have been shocked to see the boys in the nude and parading in front of her, they are professionals and they are not used to be in such situations even if some of them can enjoy that. Such CFMN situations took place only at DSH,  not in all the society, it is too much for me!    
 
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As I said before , it is your right to write what you want and I am sure that others like it very much as it is.      
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on Oct 3rd, 2012, 7:14pm, Jeepman89 wrote:
Wow, this is so good.  I wish it was a novel...a long one.

Thanks Jeepman!
 
It may BE novel-length by the time I finish.  
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Easter_man_10, thank you for giving me your opinions. I don't mind criticism as long as it is constructive. Sorry that "Prelude to a Check-Up" disappointed you, but please give the developing story a chance: I have at least two more installments in the works.
 
 
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For instance you do not explain why the physicals of students of an other public high school  must take place at DHS?

I did this deliberately. The Double Standard High series is mostly told from the schoolboys' perspective, and nobody explains anything to them. They are supposed to simply obey without argument. For example, this is what happened when the boys questioned the need to swim naked: “That is enough discussion,” Miss Anderson ended the argument. “If you have a problem with the School Board’s decisions, gentlemen, you are welcome to take it up with them.”
 
 
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So nothing is said about the comments of boys and teachers of this school, and their reluctance to go to an other school for physicals and eventually their surprise at arrival at DHS and discovering the rules and set up of the physicals.

I did include Mike's grumbling about having to go to "hoity-toity Donna Simpson High" and how that if they had just waited until he graduated, "I’d have missed this nonsense!" Mike grumbled to David, "Welcome to Donna Simpson frickin’ High." Also, Sally the chaperone shows that the teachers are less than happy about the situation by saying, "I’m just glad I’m not the one running this carnival sideshow.”  
 
As for their surprise at discovering the rules and set up, I mentioned an information sheet that told them basically what to expect: "The informational instruction pamphlet they had received assured them that the exam would be thorough, would take at least two hours, and would require them to undress for medical staff." For example, it told them to fast for 24 hours and that they would be giving a urine sample. The boys aren't surprised that they have to pee in a cup, but they are surprised to discover the nurse-trainees are going to help! That's why they "watched apprehensively" when the schoolgirls started pulling on gloves.
 
I could have, maybe should have, been more clear about these points; however, I knew it was going to be a long story and wanted to get to the action without first boring the reader with too many preliminary explanations and details.
 
 
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When they arrived by bus at DHS, you said nothing about their supervision by teachers or monitors of the other school, it is related as if they arrive alone in group and are supervised only by members of the staff of DHS?  
 
It is only after the beguinning of physicals that we learn that some teachers are used as chaperones as the trigonometry teacher.

I probably shoud have mentioned that chaperones were on the bus with the sixty students, but I thought that didn't need to be said, because I think world-wide, large groups of students are always accompanied by chaperones. In my defense, the third paragraph of the story starts like this: "When the students arrived at their destination, the chaperones led them into DSH’s old gymnasium, where they were greeted by a bitchy crone . . ." This was meant to indicate that the chaperones were already with the students when they met the first DSH employee. I'm sorry if that was unclear.
 
I did mention Sally, the Trigonometry teacher, before the boys started their examinations, when they were fully-dressed and sitting on the bleachers. It is illogical that she would accompany the boys or girls during their physicals, because they are Seniors and escorted by a trained nurse. We will learn more about Sally later in the story . . .  Wink
 
 
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Also I would have preferred a real group exam as it was often the case in the past, not only three boys examined together.  
or at least an instruction to the boys to undress in group  ( may be in underwears in a first step ) before being called, not only the three ones.
 
he suggestion of a teacher- chaperone to make the girls examined first which would have been in privacy and the boys after the girls and without privacy would have been a good idea in my opinion to emphasize and to underline the double standard at school physicals because in that case the girls would have stayed after their physicals and compare their own physicals to that of the boys performed in a different way in order to win time.

You are getting ahead of my story . . .  Lips Sealed
 
 
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Until now the girls of their high school who were instructed to sit on bleachers are not concerned by the physicals of the boys and  they cannot see anything of them?  
 
I think that on that point, there is a little too much privacy for the boys

I'm glad you noticed!  That is the reaction I wanted at the beginning of the story. I am building suspense and setting the boys up for a rude awakening.   Shocked
 
 
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Also I disagree with the fact that the three students girls of DHS who are nurses trainees are wearing only swim suits immediately when they meet the three boys. I understand that it is because they will wash the boys some minutes after under shower, but why they are not wearing a white or a blue labcoat and just their swim suit under it, so that they can easily be ready for washing the boys.  
I say that because I think that the double standard would be more strong if the girls were more clothed at the beguinning. And the view of the girls in swim suits is obviously something which can make the boys almost immediately excited and aroused, which is not good for physicals.

That is a fair point, and I sort of agree with you. I actually did consider having the girls wear lab coats or smocks at first, to emphasize the Double Standard. I decided on just swimsuits because 1) stripping down to a bathing suit in front of the boys would probably be more arousing than just wearing suits when they arrive, and 2) Mike, David, and Richie are on the second bus, so the girls would have already cleaned more than thirty boys! It seemed unreasonable to have them putting their lab coats back on after each trio of boys.
 
On second thought, you are right: I should have had the girls wear lab coats to prevent any icky boy-pee from splashing on their pretty bathing suits. Lab coats would have emphasized the double-standard. Damn, I missed that one.  Angry
 
Good point, Easter_man_10! Smiley
 
 
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I disagree also with the way in which the check of the clealiness of the boys is practiced, It must be humiliating  (including a check of the foreskin retracted and of the the anus area of course) but it is not devoted to check really their cleanliness in my opinion because they have taken a shower before coming and they are obviously clean (they are senior boys, not kids!) so it is too much incredible to have some bad comments about their cleanliness.  The check in my opinion is only devoted to make the boys understand that they are under the power of the nurse and that they have to be disciplined and to obey to all instructions whatever is their reluctance to do it.

I disagree. The cleanliness check is like getting your teeth cleaned by a dentist. You can brush and floss all you want, but the dentist is going to find areas where you can improve. The boys are expected to shower before their examinations, and the cleanliness check is to find out where they could improve.  
 
 
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At the start the boys seem to me too much obedient, and not enough upset by what happens to them. As everybody knows, boys can be unruly.

Yes and no. They are Seniors - almost adults - and like anyone going to a physical examination, know they will have to tolerate some indignities. They will protest more as the indignities keep piling up.
 
 
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Besides, I think that it would have been the nurse who checked the boys, not the girls who would have been only spectators of the surprise and humiliation of the boys. I would have found all that situation more funny but certainly less sexual as you wanted.

Taking a urine sample, checking the boys cleanliness, and washing the boys are rather menial tasks for an experienced nurse to perform.
Even the Seniors are above doing such distasteful work, and that is why the Junior girls have to do it. Besides, the trainees have to learn . . .  Grin
 
But seriously, since this is a CFNM site, and the story is about the double standard and female privileges, I have to suspend reality to some extent and emphasize the sex. I write non-fiction for a living, and I could write a very factual, informative medical story where the modesty of males is respected and only qualified medical staff are allowed to see them. But where's the fun in that? I guarantee it would be B-O-R-I-N-G!
 
 
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As regards the obedience of the boys, I think that they agree too easily to undress till the nudity as soon as the nurse told them to undress, we do not feel that they are embarrassed or even mortified to be in the nude for their physicals since the start.

As I said, the boys are almost adults and came to DSH knowing they would have to get naked. However, they did not know they'd have to strip in front of three schoolgirls and a nurse. Good point. Yes, I could have done a better job with that.  
 
 
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And after as regards the boys exposed to the view of a group of journalists and photographs, I think also that it is too much incredible. I have suggested only the presence of the girls journalists and photographs of the news paper of the school and just for a while, why not by her own decision without any set up of the school.
 
That IS a crazy scene! But I really like it. Local reporters often cover events at high schools, like football games, student protests, and teacher strikes. Why wouldn't they report on city-wide medical examinations, especially at a brand new sports complex? That is big local news! Mrs. Doane used a microphone by the pool, which suggests that this was not a surprise event; DSH set up the press conference for the free publicity.
 
 
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Here the boys are deliberately exposed to a lot of women  working in serious newspapers, may be it can have occured accidentally that they see the boys in the nude but not in that way. It is not the interest of DHs that everybody knows how the boys are treated like cattle!  
Normally these women might have been shocked to see the boys in the nude and parading in front of her, they are professionals and they are not used to be in such situations even if some of them can enjoy that. Such CFMN situations took place only at DHS,  not in all the society, it is too much for me!

Another good point, Easter_man_10. Yes, this is too incredible. But remember, the double standard is not confined to DSH alone. Steve H***, the architect, knows about it. Officers Sweeney and Johnson support it. Mrs. Olsen's spanking circle exploits it.  I wonder how many other people know about it and say nothing?  
 
I suspect this press conference, where naked boys were paraded through the pool area in front of local news cameras, will be scrutinized in 1999 when the "Double Standard High" controversy becomes public . . . Wink
 
 
I hope you will keep reading, Easter_man_10. Some of your concerns and suggestions will be featured later in the story.
 
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« Reply #208 on: Oct 5th, 2012, 10:04pm »
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I enjoyed the story, and the openness it provided the boys with the female gender, both visually & physically.  
Sexual harassment aside, I liked the saving of the genital cleaning for last, and the nurse's explanation that it would curtail boredom, on part of the nurses! In other words, it's nice to see a refreshing outlook to sexuality, in a CFNM setting! The boys should all regard this as a wonderful growth experience!
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Good start to this story - looking forward to seeing what happens next! I can't imagine how it could be much more embarrassing and humiliating for the boys than appearing before a bunch of journalists naked with hard-ons, but I never underestimate your ability to conjure up something even worse. Shocked
 
I didn't comment on 'Round Robin' because spanking just doesn't turn me on at all, but I accept that it does others here.
 
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I did this deliberately. The Double Standard High series is mostly told from the schoolboys' perspective, and nobody explains anything to them. They are supposed to simply obey without argument. For example, this is what happened when the boys questioned the need to swim naked: “That is enough discussion,” Miss Anderson ended the argument. “If you have a problem with the School Board’s decisions, gentlemen, you are welcome to take it up with them.”

... is, I think, a true reflection of the mind-set of everyone in the 1970s and earlier - "obey without argument". That was certainly the cultural norm that I grew up under in the 1950s and 60s. People nowadays forget how little power children and young people had then.  
 
You did as you were told, and that was that. If you got punished in school, your parents assumed you deserved it, and they wouldn't dream of protesting about it. Indeed, in some families, any pupil who'd been punished in school often got another whacking at home for it - punished for being punished! The school could make almost any rule it liked, and no one would object except maybe the odd outspoken pupils, and their opinion counted for absolutely nothing.
 
Authority was not questioned, discipline was good for you, obedience was the order of the day.  
 
Such a public mindset was also needed especially for males because of military conscription (the draft) that they would face after high school. You might not have liked it, but you accepted it as the norm because it was the law and no one seriously questioned it until, of course, the Vietnam War destroyed this whole fabric of unquestioned obedience.
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on Oct 6th, 2012, 7:29pm, SteveH wrote:
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Your comment to easter_man:
... is, I think, a true reflection of the mind-set of everyone in the 1970s and earlier - "obey without argument". That was certainly the cultural norm that I grew up under in the 1950s and 60s. People nowadays forget how little power children and young people had then.  
 
You did as you were told, and that was that. If you got punished in school, your parents assumed you deserved it, and they wouldn't dream of protesting about it. Indeed, in some families, any pupil who'd been punished in school often got another whacking at home for it - punished for being punished! The school could make almost any rule it liked, and no one would object except maybe the odd outspoken pupils, and their opinion counted for absolutely nothing.
 
Authority was not questioned, discipline was good for you, obedience was the order of the day.  
 
Such a public mindset was also needed especially for males because of military conscription (the draft) that they would face after high school. You might not have liked it, but you accepted it as the norm because it was the law and no one seriously questioned it until, of course, the Vietnam War destroyed this whole fabric of unquestioned obedience.  

 
SteveH,
(This comment is OT but it is also supportive of the general theme and logic of the LadyLover's story):  
 
Your comments are 1000% correct.  I was born in 1951.  There was no organization concerned with the civil liberties of children and adolescents in the 1950's until the middle 1970's the way there is today.  You did exactly as you were told to do.  
It is interesting and somewhat amusing to read the comments of younger readers who make comments such as "...the police could be called..." and "...I would never permit my parents to....".  In actuality, the police where I lived were generally supportive of the parents.  An example of this was a friend of mine who defied his mother when she was trying to spank him.  My friend's father was no longer a part of their lives and so the mother had to assume the punishment responsibilities.  When my friend (who was 17 at that time) defied his mother and wouldn't allow her to punish him she called the police.  Believe it or not, two officers came out and held my friend in place while his mother spanked him with a belt naked from the waist down.  After, he refused to apologize to his mother and she spanked him again at the suggestion of one of the police officers, the second time using a small paddle.  
I'm not sure if the reason male privacy concerning states of undress was because our society's desire to prepare male adolescents for nude induction physicals or if the nudity involved in induction physicals was simply a by product of the way our society thought back then.  Was our society trying to prepare male adolescents for conscription by not allowing the male adolescents to have privacy when they were naked?  That's an arguable question if ever there was one.  
A friend of mine who is a photographer, knew another photographer (now deceased) who was assigned by the military to take photographs of  military activities including photographing induction physicals during the 1960s.  One of the conscripts objected to having his picture taken while he was naked.  That conscript was quickly shouted down and humiliated by one of the officers in the room who caused the conscript to cry.  According to my friend, his friend told him that the comment the officer made to the conscript concerned the idea that the conscript would do exactly as he was told to do and that he would be severely punished if he made any more objections.  
Then, the officer told the conscript to face the camera and then told my friend's friend to take a picture of the conscript.  My friend's friend refused to take the picture saying that he didn't want to photograph someone when they were posed but wanted all photographs to be candid and natural.  
I saw some of my friend's friend's photographs of the conscripts.  He was an excellent photographer who truly captured the strict military feel and the careless attitude pertaining to male nudity during induction physicals performed during those times.  
Another example of the thinking of those times and before is shown in this picture which I'm told appeared in a magazine publication during the late 1940s.  The picture depicts a scene which takes place in the kitchen during the early 1900s of the bathing of an adolescent male by his parents as his younger sister watches.  While it's true that the picture is only an illustration, it definitely depicts the "males don't deserve or need privacy when they are naked" thinking of those times.  
 

 
Special thanks to a friend of mine who is a historian of the World Wars, the Korean Conflict and the Vietnam War for providing the above image.  
 
 
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LadyLover, great instalment man..
It feels like an appetizer before an awesom main course..is that wehat you intended?
Looking forward to next episodes of this great and glorious school. Salute!(in more waya than one..)
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Thanks again for your comments and compliments about "Prelude to a Check-Up".  
 
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The boys should all regard this as a wonderful growth experience!

Embarrassment factor aside, I think the average young man in our society would enjoy a young woman washing his body, especially if she continued cleaning his penis until he was excited. That's why Mike thought, 'I could get used to this!' I suspect the same boy, however, would detest parading in front of TV cameras with ' a goofy boner' and would definitely NOT find it to be a "wonderful growth experience!"
 
 
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I can't imagine how it could be much more embarrassing and humiliating for the boys than appearing before a bunch of journalists naked with hard-ons, but I never underestimate your ability to conjure up something even worse.

Thank you for your vote of confidence in my dirty mind! The next installment will be more of a SingleDonald-type "wonderful growth experience" for the boys. During the third installment, however, I am hoping that you will find their situation even worse than the press conference! Undecided
 
 
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Your comments are 1000% correct.  I was born in 1951.  There was no organization concerned with the civil liberties of children and adolescents in the 1950's until the middle 1970's the way there is today.  You did exactly as you were told to do.

That was my experience growing up in the 1960s and '70s. As a child, we were expected to obey any adult unquestionably. This was especially true for boys. Simply hesitating to obey any "authority figure" such as a parent, friend's parent, relative, teacher, clergyman, physician, or even the mailman was subject to severe punishment in my household.
 
Your 1954 advertisement from the Bohn Aluminum and Brass Corporation unintentionally supports this. The text talks about how in 1905, "the kitchen doubled as a bathroom" and "running water changed the living habits of America". But it doesn't explain why, at the Turn-of-the-Century, a fairly grown-up boy had to stand stark naked in the kitchen while Mom washed his ears and his little sister watched! The boy looks old enough to wash himself, and if he needed assistance, his Dad is right there. His Mom couldn't check his ears after he got dressed? His little sister couldn't be playing in the other room?
 
HowlingDawg, you give us a perfect representation of the Double Standard from 1950s America. Imagine the outrage this titillating drawing would have caused if the roles were reversed, and little brother was watching his stark naked sister getting her ears washed by Dad! Shocked Angry
 
 
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LadyLover, great instalment man..  
It feels like an appetizer before an awesom main course..is that wehat you intended?  
Looking forward to next episodes of this great and glorious school. Salute!(in more waya than one..)

Thanks for your generous words, Handyman! I don't know if it will be an awesome main course, but it should be hearty and satisfying. It will be hot and ready-to-serve tomorrow. Bon appetit! Cool
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As regards the picture which appeared in a magazine publication during the late 40's or may be 50's, I agree with most of the comments about it, but I want to make you notice that the boy was still young, he was not really a male teenager, may be he could have had only 11 age.
 
It can explain the situation and at the time of the picture, I am sorry to say that it was stupid to regret that it was not the dad who might have washed the ears of the boy, never a dad would have done that. It was not like today in families where a dad can be concerned by the cleanliness of his children.
 
As regards the younger sister, of course it would not happen today, but at that time, it was not uncommon that the children were washed in the kitchen in front of several members of the family. I presume that at that time, a very few persons were thinking that a boy of about 11 age needed to be protected from the view of his younger sister, few persons would have thought that his exposure was indecent
 
So personnally I am not surprised by that picture if I take in account the year when it was taken.
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Double Standard High: Medical Exam, DSH-Style
 
 
Starring three Senior schoolboys:
 
David: Tall and handsome, with shoulder-length brown hair, a moustache, and brown eyes
 
Mike: Slightly shorter than David at six feet, muscular and athletic, with dark-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
Richie: Short and slight, with curly brown hair and brown eyes
 
 
And featuring three of their classmates:
 
Ann (The Fawn): Petite and cute, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes
 
Lucy (Miss Popular): Nearly six-feet tall, with a curvy figure, black hair and eyes
 
Maureen (The Follower): Medium height and slender with small breasts, waist-length brown hair, and hazel eyes
 
 Embarassed  Embarassed  Embarassed
 
By the time the mortified boys arrived at the second-floor clinic, their freshly-cleaned cocks were quickly deflating. The combination of cool air near the swimming pool, their nervousness at being filmed in the nude by the Channel 5 News, and the lack of any more young women polishing their penises had relaxed the boys’ genitals. Attractive Nurse Barnes led them through a set of double-doors and into a large space with various medical devices and cabinets scattered around the room. A closed door marked NURSE’S OFFICE was in one corner. Three young nursing students, wearing gray uniform dresses, were looking out a large window at the back of the room. When the girls heard the newcomers arrive, they quickly turned and greeted the naked boys and their chaperone.
 
“Good morning, Nurse Barnes. Hi, guys!” said a lithe young woman with long brown hair. A nametag over her well-rounded left breast read, ‘Rosemary’.
 
Their nurse-escort introduced them, “These are Mike, David, and Richie.”
 
“Please sit in these chairs,” Rosemary requested, indicating a trio of blue-upholstered seats with cushioned armrests. They faced a side wall where three temporary paper height charts had been mounted. “First, we are going to check your blood pressure and pulse, then take a small sample of blood for the lab.”
 
Embarrassed by his dwindling dick, Mike sat in the center seat and crossed his hands casually over his lap. David and Richie did the same.
 
“Oh, you’re not allowed to touch yourself here at Donna Simpson High,” corrected a petite girl with shoulder-length, straw-colored hair whose nametag read, ‘Alice’. “You’ll have to keep your hands to your sides.”
 
When Mike reluctantly moved his hands aside, Rosemary tried to put him at ease by gripping his shoulder and saying, “It is a pleasure for us to work with three such handsome boys!” Sitting bare in his chair, Mike watched her wrap a blood-pressure cuff around his bicep and begin pumping air into the sleeve. As Rosemary prepared, she smiled into his eyes reassuringly, but then her gaze was drawn to his wilting willy. She stared boldly but briefly at the male genitalia in Mike’s lap before looking into his eyes and giving him another encouraging smile.  
 
Richie was being attended by Alice, while David’s nurse-trainee, whose nametag identified her as ‘Victoria’, was a sexy schoolgirl with wavy black hair and a bodacious body. All three nursing students briefly assessed their assignee’s assets while pumping up the boys’ cuffs – and their blood pressures.  
 
When the cuff started pinching Mike’s arm, Rosemary released the air while using a stethoscope to listen for his blood flow.
 
“Hmm,” she said, “It’s a little higher than normal . . .”
 
I wonder why! he thought sarcastically. I am sitting here, buck naked, surrounded by three beautiful high school girls and my nursing neighbor!
 
“. . . but should be nothing to worry about.”  
 
As Nurse Barnes rechecked his pressure, Victoria observed, “David is too! Most of the girls’ blood pressure has been fine today, but all of the boys are running high.”
 
“Richie’s too,” Alice reported.
 
“It’s fine,” the experienced nurse acknowledged. “The boys are just a little excited today. Now check their pulse. That should be a bit high, too.”
 
Rosemary’s strong fingers lightly gripped Mike’s wrist as she gazed at the second-hand of a round clock on the wall. “Yes, his pulse is a little fast, too,” she noted as she wrote her findings on a sheet that Nurse Barnes handed her.
 
The students prepared syringes, disinfected the crook of the boys’ elbows, and then gave them a needle jab and drained a test tube of blood from their arms. After the samples were labeled and set aside, Rosemary announced, “Next, we are going to weigh and measure all of you. Please step up on the scales, Mike.”
 
Now with his penis almost completely flaccid – as relaxed as he was going to get under the circumstances – Mike approached the scale. It was standing in front of the large window in the back wall. As he stepped up, he looked down at an aerial view of the boys locker room! He could see everything clearly – the shower area, the lockers, the benches, and the nursing students in their bathing suits inspecting the cleanliness of the next three students! He watched the boys blush as the girls bent them over the benches and eyeballed their bottoms. Were they watching Susan wash me!? he wondered.
 
“Turn and face the room,” Rosemary instructed.
 
Yeah, must'nt hide the manhood for even a minute in this crazy cat house! he griped to himself before turning and restoring the women's full-frontal view of him.  
 
"That's better," she confirmed.
 
After they had been weighed, the three naked boys followed the DSH students over to the three height charts. They each stood straight while their nurse-trainee recorded their height.
 
“The girls are also required to record a series of body measurements,” said Nurse Barnes, “starting with your forehead – basically, your hat size.”
 
With his hands to his sides and his relaxed dick drooping, Mike held still and waited patiently while Rosemary circled his head with a tape measure. As she turned to record her measurement, the clinic door abruptly swung open and a sexy blonde nurse walked into the clinic, followed by three of the boys’ classmates: Ann, Lucy, and Maureen!
 
The schoolgirls were wearing modest gray sleeveless smocks that covered them from their throat to their knees. When the startled students spotted the naked boys in the room, they all gasped, “OH!” and stopped just inside the door with shocked expressions on their faces.
 
The boys panicked! Forgetting DSH protocol, they scrambled to cover their genitals and shouted their indignation.
 
“HEY!” yelped Richie, who immediately grabbed his danglers when he spotted the girls in the room.  
 
You’re not supposed to be in here!” growled David as he sounded the alarm and covered his cock.
 
“GET OUT!” Mike demanded. His hands were a blur of motion as they flew to his crotch.
 
The schoolgirls gawked at the naked boys and began nervously backing towards the door.
 
“It’s alright, ladies!” Nurse Barnes encouraged them brightly. “Come in and have a seat in one of these chairs. How are you today, Nurse Dolly?”
 
While the nurses chatted placidly, the schoolboys and girls were in turmoil.  
 
Confused, apprehensive, and looking guilty, as if they had gotten caught doing something wrong, the three schoolgirls shambled into the room, trying not to stare at the abashed boys with their hands protectively hiding their secrets. The chairs were directly in front of the height charts where the guys were standing, however, and ignoring the bashful boys was impossible.
 
“We’ll be right with you,” said Victoria brightly.
 
Rosemary and Alice greeted the newcomers with welcoming grins and then gripped the boys’ wrists and struggled to pull them away from their protective positions.
 
Nurse Barnes scolded, “I am ashamed of you, boys! Show some respect for the ladies. Hands at your sides so that the students can finish measuring you.”
 
Still stubbornly cradling his cock, Mike protested, “But, there are girls in here!”
 
“So what? They are getting a physical examination, just like you are.”
 
“Well, how come they get to wear hospital gowns?” whined Richie. “It’s NOT fai . . .”
 
SLAP! With a loud smack of a red ping-pong paddle that startled everyone in the room, an attractive but drabbily-dressed woman emerged from the Nurse’s Office, followed by Miss Parsons, the pretty secretary that had watched the bathing-suited nurse-trainees clean the boys’ cocks.
 
“QUIET!” the paddle-wielding woman demanded.
 
All of the students shrank beneath her wrath. The schoolgirls looked even guiltier about being in the room with their naked classmates.
 
“Boys, you are at Donna Simpson High now, and you WILL obey Nurse Barnes immediately or you will go over my knee for a spanking – right here and right now! Which one will it be?”
 
“You can’t do that! We’re Seniors,” Richie challenged her.
 
“Fine,” said Mrs. Olsen as she stepped forward menacingly, “I’ve spanked bigger boys than you!”
 
Richie quickly dropped his hands and exposed his goods.
 
Looking angry, Mike reluctantly returned his hands to his sides, followed by David. With wide-opened eyes, the heads of Ann, Maureen, and Lucy rotated between the irate administrator and the bared schoolboys.
 
“Sorry we disturbed you, Mrs. Olsen,” apologized Nurse Barnes.
 
“It’s not your fault,” acknowledged the Office Manager. She stepped behind the frightened schoolgirls and, with hands on hips, looked the exposed boys up and down.
 
Unable to meet Mrs. Olsen’s eyes, Mike looked over her head and stared at the opposite wall. He was seething when Nurse Dolly suggested, “You should record the boys’ flaccid-penis sizes next, students. At this moment, they are probably as small as they’re going to get!”
 
Mrs. Olsen chuckled, and Nurse Barnes agreed. “That’s an excellent idea, Nurse Dolly.”
 
Rosemary immediately knelt in front of Mike. He was still staring at the wall, and he trembled as he felt the Senior schoolgirl gently lift his penis, hold it against his belly, and then measure his length from the tip of his cock to the base of his stalk.
 
“Aren’t you running late, Nurse Barnes?” asked Mrs. Olsen suspiciously.
 
“Yes. I was delayed by Mrs. Doane’s press conference in the pool . . . “
 
Mrs. Olsen checked her watch and nodded.
 
“. . . when a reporter requested a brief interview.”
 
Soon after the nurse-trainees had finished measuring the trio of nervous penises and recorded the results,  Mrs. Olsen and Miss Parsons returned to the Nurse’s Office. While the boys tried unsuccessfully to ignore their seated schoolmates, the girls were attempting to acclimate to their startling situation.  
 
“Now for your shoulder measurement,” said Rosemary. As she reached around Mike with the tape measure, he felt her soft breasts press against his arm. Sadly, the sensual sensation didn’t last long, and she moved on to the length of his arms.
 
Meanwhile, Richie enjoyed a quick brush against his shoulder by the points of Alice’s chest, and Victoria had to flatten her plump breasts against David’s arm in order to reach around his large body.
 
“OK, guys, now we need you to place your hands on top of your head,” instructed Nurse Barnes when the shoulder circumferences were recorded.
 
Mike swallowed before raising his arms. The new position made him feel even more naked and vulnerable than with his hands to his sides. Directly in front of him was Maureen, a tall and timid girl who always seemed to be playing second-fiddle to some other girl. She was shy, slender, and small-breasted. He watched her greenish-gray eyes as she gazed around the room. She was definitely embarrassed and befuddled by the situation and was trying to ignore the boys’ exposed genitals. Mostly she seemed to be watching the nurse-trainees’ hands, and the boys’ faces as they were measured. But every once in awhile, especially immediately after she checked one of the boy’s eyes, she snatched a quick glance down at his cock before flitting her eyes guiltily up to his again.
 
David, with his hands on his head, enjoyed the feel of Victoria’s lovely breasts against his ticklish body once more as she strained to take his chest measurement. The touch of her tits made his cock and balls start tingling. He looked down and directly into the eyes of Ann, who gave him an awkward but sympathetic smile. She was awed and guilt-ridden by the sight of the naked boys. Like Maureen, she was trying to concentrate on the nurse-trainees’ hands but could not resist sneaking an occasional peek at a pecker.
 
Sitting directly in front of Richie was Lucy, who did not share the shyness of Ann and Maureen! As the head cheerleader, an accomplished gymnast, and girlfriend of the school’s starting quarterback, Lucy was a popular girl who normally would not give these three boys anything more than a haughty glance. But now that they were so pleasingly presented to her without a stitch of clothing on, she took the opportunity to stare and compare.
 
She loved the Helen Reddy song, 'I am woman, hear me ROAR!' Well, these gentlemen were going to hear her roar! Three pretty penises, all in a row. Which one is the biggest? And how long will it grow? Time for a cock contest, boys!
 
Richie wondered why her lips suddenly opened into a lascivious grin.
 
Like an Indian snake charmer uses a magical flute to coax a cobra from a basket, Lucy used her body language and her eyes to coax the boys’ cocks into the air. It was a challenging game that amused her. She started with the little one in front of her, because she thought he would be the easiest to entice. First a flirtatious gaze into his eyes with her head tilted coquettishly, followed by a lusty grin and a flip of her black hair. I WANT you! was the message she tried to convey.
 
Richie returned her grin with an uncertain smile.
 
Now that she had the boy’s attention, she launched her eyes on a slow journey of discovery down his body. When they encountered his frightened penis, her eyes lingered as she raised her eyebrows in apparent appreciation. She could sense him watching. Her gaze continued down to his little toes, then began their return trip. After another pause to check out his package – his penis was already getting pinker and thicker! – her eyes finished their trip, and she stared into his eyes again. His pupils were dilated, and she grinned wickedly because she knew his penis now belonged to her.
 
Good Boy! She pulled her gown tighter across her firm breasts as a reward for him and to entice him further, then let Richie see her stare expectantly at his penis. YES! she silently celebrated her victory as his cock expanded and elevated for her until his pink cobra was excitedly standing upright with its hood unfurled. Hmm, not bad. She presented him with a self-satisfied smirk and then turned her attention to David.
 
Ann and Maureen quickly spotted the change in Richie’s penis and nervously ogled his erection before glancing away. Now their eyes began to return to his cock more frequently. They smiled shyly when Richie suddenly gasped aloud. Alice had noticed his arousal, too, and immediately gripped his excited member and used her tape measure to record the length and girth of her boy’s cock when he was engorged. Her tickling attentions improved his numbers as she teased him into growing even larger.
 
David turned out to be less of a challenge for the pesky pecker provoker than Richie, because sensual contact with Victoria’s beautiful breasts had already begun to raise his snake. Lucy stared at David’s eyes until he sensed her gaze and looked towards her. As soon as their eyes met, she gave him a mischievous smile, let him watch her take a good, long look at his semi-hard cock, and then gave him her lustiest grin. She mouthed the word, “NICE!“ to the naked boy, and his appreciative cobra danced to her magical music by obediently stretching towards the sky. As she looked back and forth between the two boys, she decided it was a close race. David’s cock was slightly longer than Richie’s penis but not quite as thick. Both of the tamed cobras’ pretty, pink heads pled to be petted by their Mistress. She smiled superiorly into both boys’ eyes and then turned her attention to Mike.
 
The wide-open eyes of Ann and Maureen gave Richie and David puzzled looks. Why are the boys suddenly getting excited? they wondered.
 
Although David was embarrassed by getting a hard-on in front of the schoolgirls, he sighed contentedly as Victoria measured his excited erection. He watched as lovely Lucy, his cock’s tantalizing teaser, tried working her magic on the only relaxed-penis owner left in the room.  
 
Unimpressed, Mike resisted her.
 
Nurse Dolly watched amusedly. She knew the game Lucy was playing. While the other two girls politely tried to ignore the boys’ genitals – a misguided foible she would soon fix – the third vixen was cajoling the boys' cocks to erection. I LIKE her! the nurse thought, She reminds me of ME when I was that age. Despite Lucy’s best efforts, however, Mike’s penis refused to cooperate. He has an amazing amount of self-control! Nurse Dolly marveled as the girl cast her best spells: combing her fingers through her sable hair, grinning lustily into the tormented boy’s eyes, pulling her gown tight to accentuate her breasts or boldly raising the hem and provocatively crossing her legs, making a show of admiring the poor boy’s unwilling penis and then pouting her peachy lips when he stubbornly refused to erect.
 
Maybe he CAN'T get it up, Lucy contemptuously sneered to herself when her best attempts at charming Mike’s snake were rebuffed. When the three nurse-trainees finished recording the boys’ last measurements – except for Mike's erect-penis length – and they began preparing to take the girls' blood pressure, Lucy watched Nurse Dolly approach the wary boys.
 
“You can put your hands down, guys,” she instructed, and the boys obediently lowered their hands to their sides.
 
Now what? Mike wondered as the pretty, blonde nurse walked towards him. She had a mischievous expression on her face, not unlike the glances he had been receiving from luscious Lucy as she tried to coax his cock into erecting for her. He was pleased that he’d been able to resist her attempts but was not sure how much more he could withstand.
 
“I am going to check your boy parts,” explained Nurse Dolly when she stopped uncomfortably close to him with her left breast grazing Mike’s right arm.
 
“Right here!” he exclaimed, glancing around nervously at the eight women in the room. “Right now?
 
“Yes, it’s the next part of your examination. Now try to relax.”
 
Relax! HOW am I supposed to relax? She slowly knelt beside him – careful not to obscure the schoolgirls’ view – and Mike breathed deeply as he felt the tip of her tit trace the length of his arm. As she leaned towards him and reached for his genitals, Nurse Dolly’s breast began to press against the back of his hand. He quickly and politely moved his hand away but was astonished when the young nurse immediately shifted her position, gripped his bare bottom, and securely trapped his hand between his muscular thigh and her firm breast.
 
Nurse Dolly lifted his futilely-fighting penis and held it pointing vertically into the air. She turned to the schoolgirl sitting directly in front of Mike, and inquired, “Maureen, have you ever seen a naked boy before today?”
 
Feeling extremely exposed, Mike gulped.
 
The girl was shocked and a little embarrassed by the question. “No, I haven’t. Well, I’ve seen drawings in textbooks, but that’s all.”
 
“Then don’t be shy about looking,” instructed the nurse, still holding Mike’s penis upright. “Every girl your age should be comfortable seeing and handling a penis. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Olsen?”
 
Mike’s brain was in a daze, and he felt a warm tingle in the organ they were discussing as Nurse Dolly continued to display it for Maureen.
 
“That’s right, Nurse Dolly,” the Office Manager chuckled in agreement. “I always tell the DSH girls that there are far too few opportunities in life when you can get a handsome young man’s clothes off. We are fortunate to have three in the room today, so you should enjoy the view while you have the chance, girls.”
 
The naughty nurse felt Mike’s body tremble as she lightly ran a finger over the sensitive parts of his penis while describing them to the enthralled schoolgirls. When she felt him losing control at last, she grinned and winked at Lucy, then began examining Mike's testicles.
 
That’s something else you never get tired of seeing,” promised Mrs. Olsen as even the nurse-trainees paused in their work to watch Mike’s member slowly but steadily transform from a droopy, dusky-rose dick to a bulging bright-pink cock.
 
Nurse Barnes, the neighbor Mike had fantasized about, raised her eyes long enough to give him a leering gaze before ogling his manhood again. Mike stared at the wall with his cheeks blushing and his bared boner ballooning for the ladies. LOOK AT ME! it demanded, and they gleefully obeyed. With Nurse Dolly’s hand firmly gripping his backside, her soft breast pressed against his hand, and her fingers fondling his balls, Mike was powerless to halt his erection’s upward progress.
 
Lucy grinned in triumph as the reluctant third snake finally rose into the air and revealed its flushing face. She visually compared the trio of reptilian rods and crowned Mike’s impressive cobra the clear winner of her cock contest! His was as thick as Richie’s excited serpent and slightly longer than David’s still-soaring snake. Mike’s stubborn resistance to her charms had ignited a warm glow of attraction for him somewhere deep down inside her. She regarded him and his handsome body with newfound respect.
 
When Nurse Dolly finished examining Mike’s genitals, she moved on to Richie’s bundle, while Rosemary completed her body measurements by recording the length and girth of Mike’s erect penis. After all three boys had their boy-parts checked by Nurse Dolly, they followed Nurse Barnes out of the room towards their next station while the nursing students continued working with the schoolgirls.
 
 Kiss  Kiss  Kiss
 
For the next hour, the boys endured a battery of tests and examinations from a plethora of grinning nurse-trainees and several male physicians. Meanwhile, the schoolgirls visited the same locations in a carefully-coordinated plan that separated them from the boys and kept all of the medical staff busy. They were eventually examined by a gynecologist.
 
Shortly after noon, as Nurse Barnes led the boys into yet another examination room, she said, “This is the last stop before lunch, boys, and the last part of your school’s physical examination.”
 
Mike, Richie, and David were relieved to hear that, although they were all apprehensive about the second ordeal that was scheduled for after lunch. They didn’t have time to worry about that now, however, as three more of DSH’s seemingly limitless supply of pretty nurse-trainees greeted them, wearing the usual thigh-length gray uniforms.
 
“Hi, Nurse Barnes!” chirped a plump and pretty brunette. “My name is Rebecca, this is Carla . . . she gestured towards a petite strawberry-blonde, and this is Theresa . . .” a petite honey-blonde. “Who is this handsome gentleman?” she asked while looking at the tallest boy.
 
The nurse returned her greeting and then introduced, “Rebecca, meet David.”
 
“Hi, David!” Rebecca reached for him, and he extended his arm for a handshake, then gasped in astonishment when she refused his hand and cupped his balls! Juggling them in her hand, she said, “You feel ready to go.” Seeing the astounded expression on his face, she explained, “We need a semen sample from you.”
 
The girls grinned as all of the boys turned pale. Nurse Barnes introduced the remaining two, and soon Carla was checking Richie’s balls, and Theresa was twiddling Mike’s.
 
Guessing correctly that they would not be offered privacy, Richie asked incredulously, “You want us to masturbate . . . right in front of you?” He looked ill.
 
“Of course not, silly!” scolded Carla. The guys enjoyed a fraction of a second’s relief before she added “Boys are not allowed to touch themselves at DSH. We’ll be doing it for you!”
 
The schoolboys looked at Nurse Barnes for help, but her eyes twinkled in amusement as she chuckled, “Are you ready?”
 
The boys all looked baffled as the three schoolgirls glided behind them.
 
“I g-guess,” Mike replied as Rebecca hugged his body. He looked down in time to see her first slow caress of his limp cock. Her warm fingers felt his balls and then lifted his penis, glided up his shaft, and leisurely circled the head. He started erecting immediately.
 
“W-wait a minute . . .!” David tried to buy some time to think about what was happening. “Oh!” he gasped with pleasure when Theresa reached around him and immediately encircled his rubbery shaft with two long fingers and her thumb. She lightly rubbed his flaccid penis, arousing David and encouraging his cock to inflate. His member willingly obeyed.
 
Richie silently trembled when Carla pressed her body against his back side and encircled his torso with her arms. She smoothed both hands down his belly, then her right hand moved to his genitals. She fondled him. “Is this legal?” he inquired honestly.
 
The women laughed. “Consider this a medical procedure,” advised Nurse Barnes. “Just relax and enjoy yourselves, boys.”
 
Carla pulled Richie’s relaxed penis off his balls, and he nervously flinched when she teased the head with her thumb. She giggled in his ear and began molding his clay into a longer shape.
 
I could get used to THIS, too! thought Mike as Rebecca’s long fingers quickly encouraged his penis to engorge.
 
David beat him to full erection by Theresa’s talented touch, and Richie was well on his way when the clinic door opened.
 
“Oh, you’ve started already!” Nurse Dolly commented as she entered the room.
 
Here we go again! thought Mike, but he was experiencing too much pleasure to protest.
 
The nervous schoolboys smiled sheepishly as Maureen, Ann, and Lucy – still wearing hospital gowns – strode into the room with their eyes agog as they gawked at their classmates getting their penises polished. The nurse-trainees hands never wavered as they continued leisurely buffing their boys while greeting the newcomers.
 
“We need a semen sample from each of them,” Nurse Barnes explained.
 
Lucy’s lovely face split in a wide grin as she watched the blissful schoolboys enjoying their masturbatory massage. They were all leaning back against the bodies of the nursing students, with their hips thrust slightly forward. The girls’ hands on their stiff cocks were slowly traveling up and down the boys’ shafts.
 
Maureen and Ann just stared in stunned silence. Neither girl had ever seen a grown boy’s penis before today. Suddenly, not only were they seeing three excited ones, they were watching schoolgirls pleasuring them! Their eyes continuously looked from the excited cocks to the boys’ contented faces to the girls’ determined faces and back to the cocks again as they struggled to take it all in.
 
“Ladies, why don’t you prepare to receive the samples now,” suggested Nurse Dolly.
 
“No!” The boys groaned in frustration when the stroking hands stopped. The three nursing students unwrapped from around their bodies and walked to a nearby cabinet.
 
Nurse Barnes’ eyes were twinkling again as she regarded the schoolboys. Their desperately straining penises begged to be touched. The boys were obviously so aroused that they were struggling to keep from stroking themselves.  
 
Nurse Dolly let them wait for a penis-pulsing minute while the girls eyed the panting boys and their quivering cocks. As the nurse-trainees removed sample cups from the cabinet, the nurse turned to Amy, Lucy, and Maureen and suggested, “You can help, girls. Pick a penis and start playing!”
 
Lucy didn’t hesitate. She laughed, then immediately walked up behind Mike and pushed her hips against his bare bottom. He felt her soft breasts pressing into his back as she reached around him with both hands. With her left hand cuddling his tight balls and her right hand sliding up and down his stiff cock, she breathed, “Hi, Mike. Lucy's going to make you cum!
 
He moaned in pleasure as her stroking hand picked up speed.
 
Amy and Maureen gawped at Lucy as she pleasured Mike, and then gaped at Nurse Dolly. “US!?” exclaimed Amy in amazement.
 
“Yes! You don’t have to be a nursing student to stroke a boy. Rebecca, Theresa, and Carla will handle the collection part. All you have to do is make one of the boys ejaculate.”
 
Amy and Maureen gawked at David and Richie, whose eyes were encouraging and penises were pleading. PLEASE touch us! they seemed to say.
 
Amy moved first. She stepped behind David and tentatively reached around his bare waist. Her timid fingers touched its first penis, and she was astounded by how hot and hard he was. But his skin was soft at the same time.  
 
As soon as she touched him, the naked boy in her arms shuddered and thrust his hips. “PLEASE, Amy,” David begged, then moaned in relief as she began stroking.
 
Maureen, who was hesitating behind Richie, stepped beside him and stared when Lucy urgently exclaimed, “I need a sample cup!”  
 
Rebecca quickly strode across the room and held a glass beaker in front of Mike’s cock. A moment later, he grunted and spurted his first shot. She caught most of his milky discharge, then held the glass over the tip of his penis as Lucy laughingly helped him to empty his balls. “Told you I’d make you cum!” she whispered to her panting pal, who sighed his gratitude.
 
“Hurry up, Maureen,” urged Nurse Dolly. “We don’t have all day!”
 
Richie’s penis was starting to relax by the time Maureen reached around him and meekly lifted it. He sighed with relief when she gave him her first stroke, and his cock was soon fully engorged again.
 
"This is fun!" she soon proclaimed aloud, and the nurses smiled knowingly. Maureen loved how powerful she felt with Richie's subservient penis in her hand. When she slowed her stroking, his cock throbbed against her fingers. When she sped up, the boy moaned in pleasure.
 
Once, Maureen stopped entirely and fondled his balls. "Keep going!" he panted as she ogled his bright-red, quivering penis. The tip was drooling pre-cum. "AHH!" he gasped when she teased him by brushing her fingers up his length.
 
"Ask me nicely," she whispered.
 
"Please continue," he replied and thrust his erection against her hand.
 
"Please continue what?" she mocked him. "Tell me."
 
"Please continue touching me."
 
"OK," she agreed, but then fondled his scrotum again.
 
Richie whimpered. "Come on, Maureen, you know what I mean."
 
The schoolgirl was amazed. He seemed to be almost in tears! Her classmate was nestled back into her arms with his hips thrust forward and his penis jutting towards the ceiling. At that moment, she had total power over him! "Ask me nicely what you want me to do," she whispered. "What do you want me to touch?"
 
He made a keening sound that was half sigh and half whimper. "Maureen, PLEASE stroke my penis," he begged so quietly that she barely heard him.
 
"HA!" she laughed in triumph. Then the newly-minted cock-teaser wrapped her fingers around his erection and started stroking again. He moaned in pleasure and began breathing rapidly. She kissed his ear and whispered, "I LOVE stroking your penis, Richie!" Her words triggered his climax, and he forcefully fired his sample into Carla's collection cup.
 
Before long, Amy induced David to orgasm, and her boy accurately aimed his donation into Theresa’s sample collector. All three boys politely and sincerely thanked their masturbators for a job well done, and the three schoolgirls – especially Amy and Maureen – gleefully marveled at what they had done. They had touched a boy and made him happy! It made them happy, too. Maureen couldn't wait for the opportunity to do it again!
 
“Follow me, guys,” instructed Nurse Barnes after the nursing-trainees had cleaned them up, “I’ll take you back to the locker rooms, where you can take a shower and use the restrooms. After you get dressed, we’ll go to the cafeteria for some lunch. The second half of your physical examination will start from there.”
 
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Re: DSH (Fiction): Medical Exam, DSH-Style
« Reply #215 on: Oct 11th, 2012, 11:00am »
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Thank you for your vote of confidence in my dirty mind! The next installment will be more of a SingleDonald-type "wonderful growth experience" for the boys. During the third installment, however, I am hoping that you will find their situation even worse than the press conference!

The mind boggles! But, of course, I find my mind boggling every time I read the next installment.  
Thanks for Medical Exam - DHS-style Ladylover. It certainly had a happy ending in every sense of that phrase. Looking forward to finding out how anything could be worse than the press conference.  
 
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"Lady lover"  
 
I agree with "Steve" : it would be difficult to find the next installment worse for the boys than the press conference but I am quite sure that you are not lacking of ideas. I am confident with your talent.
 
Now that I know you better, I am also almost certain that the senior boys must expect to meet some other persons while coming back always in the nude with nurse Barnes to the locker room.
 
You are so malicious that I would be very disappointed if they had not during the walk in the corridor or later in the locker room or under the shower a bad surprise even if now it is difficult to believe that they can be embarrassed by any situation. After the first part of their physicals, I presume that they must be ready to pass through any new ordeal where they would be completely exposed in the nude.  
 
Nevertheless I am waiting for the second half of their physicals. Who knows what can happen?
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" Lady lover" :
 
a few more comments about your story and your answers to some of my comments in a former message after the preliminaries of the physicals with the the cleaning of the senior boys and their exposure at  the press conference.
 
1- I understand  that you don't want to loose too much time at the beguinning of your story with some explanations about the reasons for which the senior boys had to go to DSH for their physicals  because your story will be very long.
 
nevertheless, I like when a story is partly plausible and I maintain that it would have been better if you had found a reason which would have justified that the physicals of students in an other public school came to DSH for their physicals.
May be for instance it would have been that the office for the heath of students in the  district's  department for education had decided to gather all the high school students in only one or two schools for more efficiency  in the set up of the physicals and that DHS had been imediately a school volonteer to manage the physicals inside its locations, or may be that the set up  of the physicals might be prepared by a permanent school nurse and that as the public high school had no nurse office and no permanent nurse since they send their students  at the doctor's office of their choice for school or sport physicals, it could not manage physicals inside and was told to send their students at DSH which on the reverse had a permanent nurse volonteer to do the job!  
it would have given a very plausible reason to the coming of the boys of an other school to DSH.
 
2- I have not read enough well your story as regards the presence of chaperones or teachers of the public high school, it was in fact very clear when I read it again, so you are right in your answer, there was teachers to supervise the boys and you said that they were bored to have to do that job.  
 
But I hope that all the chaperones or teachers  will have the opportunity to change their opinion before the end of the physicals if they are a little more  involved at the second half of the boy's physicals ?  
 
I have noticed that you are trying to find a way to involve more "Sally" the trigonometry teacher if I have well understood your answer.
 
Nevertheless we did not know who are these teachers and if they are only females and in that case for what reason?, It can be because it was a requirement of DSH.
But it might have surprised the senior boys who would have tried without sucess to understand why there was only female teachers to supervise them, not their male PE teachers or coaches  ? or why not the presence of female PE teachers if there was some ones in that school and their involvement at the second half of the physicals by any mean.
 
And why not a secretary who would have been in charge of the check of the idendity of the boys to assist one or two secretaris of DSH, and of course for not loose any time the check would have been done when the boys were already undressed in the nude in the same room as the physicals at the beguinning. May be it is not too late, it can be planned at the beguinning of the second half of the physicals or at the end when the boys will receive a form to justify their presence for instance.    
 
3- I have already said that the physicals were too much performed in a small group of three boys in my opinion but it is your choice for the story. I have personnally preferred a very large group.
 
and also that I would have liked that their classmates had the opportunity to see them undressed, even if it was occasionnally or by accident which could have been more funny, but it was before I read the first half of their physicals where I have noticed that three of the girls had that opportunity without any doubt and for their great pleasure.
 
I like the idea that the girls of the public high school who are well educated in family and less malicious or shameless on the reverse of the DHS girl's students  can be surprised and a little shocked at the first sight of their boy's classmates in the nude, even embarrassed because it was unexpected and it was not a usual situation for them, but pleased very soon and enjoying immediately after at the view of the naked body of the boy's classmates.  
 
4- I maintain that for me it would have been better if the nurses trainees girls who were ready to care of the boys at their arrival at the locker room for a check of their body had been wearing more than a swimsuit to emphasize the humiliation of the boys because a girl in a swim suit is not naked of course but not very much protected. It could be pleasant also for the boys to see these attractive girls just wearing swim suits.
 
And I regret that it was not only nurse Barnes who did the more invasive check of their cleanliness even if it was funny and humiliating so a good point for double standard that the girls might have a very good sight on the boys during the check.
 
You garantee me that a non fictional story of boy's physicals would be boring, you are obviously right, but don't you think that there is a point between a story which is emphasizing very much the sexual aspects at school physicals and a story which creates nude situations, not always plausible but not so much incredible as yours. In my opinion, the boys in your story  are too often aroused and sexually excited.
 
Do you think really that real boy's physicals were always well respecting their modesty, and that only qualified medical personnel were allowed to see the boys undressed,  I am not sure of that at least in the past.  But it is an other subject. One day if I have the time I will try to write a story a little fictionnal but not so much as yours apparently  in my own way.
 
5- For the conference press, we have not the same point of view. I maintain that even if many persons knew the rules of DSH about double standard, it was not a valuable reason to make the boys parade in the nude in their front for a long time.
 
You are right to say that the local news papers want to to cover all events at high schools like football games, teachers strikes, students protests , so it is plausible that they are interested to report on a city- wide medical examination which occurs in a brand new sports complex, it is certainly a big local news and  a subject of interest for them but in your story it is too much crazy.
 
In your story, they can take photos from a frontal view on genitals since the boys are instructed to stand in the buff in front of them without using their hands to protect their genitals while we know that generally when there was photos of young men in the nude in a locker room, under a shower area, or  even  at draft physicals, they were shown always by back with only their naked buttocks visible, or if the photo was shot frontally, we could see only the face and the naked chest until the waist. The genitals were not visible except for younger boys under 12 age.
 
So I would have preferred if the boys would have been  only walking through the pool area in the nude supervised by the nurse near the conference of presse to the surprise of the local photographs and reporters who would have  asked some questions about the physicals to the principal and the vice principal of DHS. In that case of course they would have seen the boys in the nude but not intentionnally and not in the same way as in your story.
 
6- In your story, you are relating the physicals as if the only reason of embarrassment for the boys could be to expose their genitals and balls and to have an erection, may be it is true for these senior boys, almost adults as you said and used to do sports, but I think that sometimes even the exposure of the naked buttocks can be a reason of embarrassment for boys, above all in front of nurses or girls who can tease the boys about that part of their body, very muscular, firm and round if they are doing much sports, so very pleasant to see.
 
You seem to have forgotten that some women and girls prefer to look at naked buttocks than at genitals, it is a result of some polls about what is the part of the body of males that they enjoy to see.  
 
In your story, we know that the buttocks of the boys are exposed as all their body but it seems not to be  an important issue. Even the three girl's classmates of the public high school who are yet not used to see the naked buttocks of boys do not seem to be interested by their view in the examination room, nothing is said about that.
 
For instance when the boys are measured, you could have related a measurement of the hips which is generally performed from back with a folding rule to touch the buttocks and not the genitals.
 
You could have also related a measurement of the width of their buttocks, it was not frequent but why not in such thorough physicals. The interest of such a measurement is that it requires to touch the buttocks, and why not to squeeze them or to press them and at the end why not a slap like for shots.  
 
7-I maintain also that the boys are not enough upset by what happens to them.
 
you have answered to me that they were informed by a letter that they would have to submit to a thorough physicals and to undress in front of medical staff.  So of course, they were not surprised to have to undress  because it was expected but not in that way and in front of so much persons who are not medical staff. The reality of the physicals is much  different of what they have expected, so even if they are no more kids , it would be logical if they were less obedient and more reluctant to obey even if it was useless to protest because they have no other choice than to obey in fact.
 
But it would be more funny if nurse Barnes or the female principal or an other female member of the staff of the school had to recall them the rules of DSH with such an authority that they would understood that they are forced to obey without discussing any orders. A spanking would not be necessary, only orders with a loud voice and strict manners.  
   
 
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Thanks for your recent comments, SteveH and Easter_man_10! I have two or three scenes in mind for the last installment that I hope will be worse for the boys than the press conference. I'll let you decide, when the story is posted next week! Undecided
 
 
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I understand  that you don't want to loose too much time at the beguinning of your story with some explanations about the reasons for which the senior boys had to go to DHS for their physicals  because your story will be very long.  
 
nevertheless, I like when a story is partly plausible and I maintain that it would have been better if you had found a reason which would have justified that the physicals of students in an other public school came to DHS for their physicals.

Guilty as charged. Last week, I suddenly discovered that I could not write on Thursday - the day I had intended to finish and post "Prelude to a CheckUp", so I rushed the final draft and editing to get the story out a day early. That's another one I might revisit and improve in the future.
 
 
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But I hope that all the chaperones or teachers  will have the opportunity to change their opinion before the end of the physicals if they are a little more  involved at the second half of the boy's physicals ?

I'll explain more about the chaperones in the final installment. To be realistic, I will include male chaperones as well as females. Sally will be there, if only to enjoy the visual sensations.
 
 
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And why not a secretary who would have been in charge of the check of the idendity of the boys to assist one or two secretaris of DHS, and of course for not loose any time the check would have been done when the boys were already undressed in the nude in the same room as the physicals at the beguinning. May be it is not too late, it can be planned at the beguinning of the second half of the physicals or at the end when the boys will receive a form to justify their presence for instance.

Yes, I will add a sprinkling of secretaries from the public high school who will pop up in a few unexpected places! Wink
 
 
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I have already said that the physicals were too much performed in a small group of three boys in my opinion but it is your choice for the story. I have personnally preferred a very large group.

Stay tuned for part three! Here's a broad hint: I am calling the story, "Pre-Draft Physicals". Grin
 
 
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don't you think that there is a point between a story which is emphasizing very much the sexual aspects at school physicals and a story which creates nude situations, not always plausible but not so much incredible as yours. In my opinion, the boys in your story  are too often aroused and sexually excited.

Sorry if this story is a bit too unbelievable. I like to get crazy sometimes! Shocked
 
 I tried to imply that most of the examination was exhaustive and boring, and not sexually arousing, by adding sentences like, "For the next hour, the boys endured a battery of tests and examinations from a plethora of grinning nurse-trainees and several male physicians. Meanwhile, the schoolgirls visited the same locations in a carefully-coordinated plan that separated them from the boys and kept all of the medical staff busy." With this, I tried to explain that the two or three sexually-exciting scenes I explained in detail were the exceptions.
 
I like medical CFNM. In the future, I will try to write a more plausible, less outrageous, story for DSH. The last installment of this story might meet your criteria, but probably not. Undecided
 
 
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In your story, we know that the buttocks of the boys are exposed as all their body but it seems not to be  an important issue. Even the three girl's classmates of the public high school who are yet not used to see the naked buttocks of boys do not seem to be interested by their view in the examination room, nothing is said about that.

That's easily fixed: I will make sure the girls in the last installment enjoy some appreciative looks at their classmates' bare bottoms.
 
 
Thanks for putting so much thought into dissecting these stories, Easter_man_10!
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Just before the end of the day the nurse in charge drops the transport package with all of the medical tests, breaking many of the containers with fluids, and contaminating the rest.  Now the boys need to come back tomorrow for a re-testing.
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Ladylover,
I loved this installment! With the exception of the solitary paddling, I think this experience was great, for the girls and the boys! At the beginning, I thought you should have had the boys leave their underpants on, until the genital exams. Then I saw that there would be many genital exams & interactions, and I realized that being totally undressed for the whole exam was the right way to go!
I liked the nurse saying that girls should see and feel boy's genitals! This dispells the notion that "nice" girls shouldn't have any interest in these things! They learn the differences in size, width, and erection development. Penises should always be enjoyed, not feared by the female gender. Then, the examining of the penises & scrotums by the student nurses, and the observation of the other girls, further enhanced their education of the male anatomy. Finally, having both the student nurses and the other girls becoming totally familiar with the boys' genitals, as they obtained sperm speciments, was the icing on the cake!
For the boys, this was a tremendous growth experience, which they happily would up enjoying! Having been seen and felt by girls who they would continue to see in school was a lesson in developing security with the female gender. It would have been great if the SECURITY with girls factor would have been mentioned by either Nurse Dolly or Nurse Barnes! It was understandable that they enjoyed observing all, and encouraged the girls' observation & participation. Boys/men should have nothing to hide from the female gender!!    
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Awesome chapters ladylover..
I usually don't go for medical cfnm because i figure nurses and doctors see naked people everyday. There is no embarrassment ir humiliation.
But this is excellent. I rate the medical chapters right up there with Jill's version in "the army now " story.
That's the highest compliment i can pay..
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on Oct 12th, 2012, 2:02pm, robert wrote:
Just before the end of the day the nurse in charge drops the transport package with all of the medical tests, breaking many of the containers with fluids, and contaminating the rest.  Now the boys need to come back tomorrow for a re-testing.

That could work! Unfortunately, Miss Anderson is the only one available to assist with the tests tomorrow. For some reason, when she grips the boys' sample-shooters in one hand with a paddle in the other, none of them can perform . . .  Cry
 
 
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I loved this installment! With the exception of the solitary paddling, I think this experience was great, for the girls and the boys! At the beginning, I thought you should have had the boys leave their underpants on, until the genital exams. Then I saw that there would be many genital exams & interactions, and I realized that being totally undressed for the whole exam was the right way to go!

Thank you, SingleDonald. The boys get to keep their underpants on in the last installment . . . most of the time.  Wink
 
 
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It would have been great if the SECURITY with girls factor would have been mentioned by either Nurse Dolly or Nurse Barnes!

I'll be sure to add that to a future story - maybe a sex education class. Smiley
 
 
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Awesome chapters ladylover..  
I usually don't go for medical cfnm because i figure nurses and doctors see naked people everyday. There is no embarrassment ir humiliation.  
But this is excellent. I rate the medical chapters right up there with Jill's version in "the army now " story.  
That's the highest compliment i can pay..

Thank you very much, Handyman. I consider your comparison of me to Chilled_Jill high praise, although there is really no comparison. I wonder if she would get together with me and collaborate on a future story? This is how I imagine a typical work session would go (with no disrespect to CJ intended  Kiss):
 
CJ: "Now that the beautiful trainer has tricked her handsome student into stripping naked, she helps him to exercise."
LL: "What type of exercise were you thinking? Jumping jacks?"
CJ: "She'll start with sit-ups. The trainer will hold the bare boy's ankles - far apart - while he does sit-ups."
LL: "The guys at VSFW will love that!"
CJ: "But I'm not sure how a penis would react to sit-ups. Would it droop down when the boy sits up and then flop up on his belly when he lies down again? Or would it just wobble or something?"
LL: "I'm not sure . . ."
CJ: "Why don't you take off your clothes, LadyLover, and we'll find out."
LL (Trying not to sound too eager): Well . . . umm . . . yes . . . I guess that would be OK."
CJ: "Wow! I've never seen anyone undress that fast!"
LL: "Uh-oh. We might have a problem."
CJ: "What!? Are you excited again?"
LL: "Yes. Sorry, Jill. It's just that I find you and your stories to be so incredibly hot!"
CJ: "Thank you. What a nice compliment! But I think at this point the student would be too nervous to get an erection. Why don't you take care of that while I tell you some other naughty ideas I have in store for our handsome hero."
LL: "Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am!" Grin
 
 
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You are a brilliant writer.  Please continue this masterpiece of cfnm prose.

You guys are making me blush! Embarassed Smiley
 
Thank you, Jeepman. I promise to keep writing. The next story, "Pre-Draft Physicals", is coming along steadily. I am having a GREAT time writing this one! And, I think you will enjoy reading it. Unfortunately, the story will not be ready until at least Wednesday and probably Thursday, because it is a fairly lengthy story, and I want to get it right. The mystery question is: Will I be able to place the boys in a situation that is worse than the press conference? Undecided
 
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« Reply #224 on: Oct 16th, 2012, 6:36pm »
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"Lady lover" : you are a marvellous writer for stories like that you have begun.
 
you can be sure that you are all very pleased to read such a good story.
 
I want just to react to one of your ideas for the next installment in your story : I am not sure that it would be logical to have a few male physicians or male chaperones since DSH has special rules about the non presence of males persons if I have well understood  and these rules are normally applied to students of an other school who come at DSH, except may be for the presence of male coaches or PE teachers of the other school who come to supervise the students like it is the case for "Sally".
 
I am not sure also that it is a good idea to leave the boys keep their trousers at the beguinning of the last installment, it is now to late, the nudity is fine for all exams, especially if you want to make these new examinations worse than the former ones.
 
The idea of "Robert" about the necessity for the boys to do again the tests ( urine samples and so on ..) because all the results are lost for any reason you will find seem to me pretty good.  
 
I have also a suggestion  if you are searching for a mean to involve more persons in the examination room, you can imagine a fire alarm during the physicals of the boys which requires to gather them according to rules of the school and also to hurry up still more after to make up for lost time, and the best way to win time is to make the boys be examined in a large group without privacy and of course ready for the examination if you see what I mean!  No matter if other persons are in the room when the purpose is to win time.  
 
As regards one of my suggestion that you want to use: the presence at the physicals of a few secretaries, I think that the presence of a secretary of the public high school would be funny because it would be obviously unexpected by the boys ( you have said to explain their obedience to undress that they have been informed that the examination would be thorough and that they would have to undress in front of medical staff but not other persons)  and their embarassment could be increased if the secretary is a person that they see every day at school. They have never thought in their worse mightmare about school physicals that they would be one day stanfding in the nude in front of her ( with a grin or a smile on the face of  the secretary who take her revenge on all the senior boys not always very polite with her!
 
Take your time for the next story : Pre-draft physical, I am sure that it would be a success.  
 
but I have not understood if you are finishing this story by a last part for the examination and if the pre-draft physicals will be an other or if the last part of this story will be a pre-draft physical, it will not be the same in that case, and my comments about the presence of male physicans are not right.
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« Reply #225 on: Oct 17th, 2012, 3:30pm »
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Easter_man_10, thank you for your encouraging words! I am working hard to finish the next story for my Thursday deadline. This is going to be a long one, probably the length of two normal stories!
 
 
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I want just to react to one of your ideas for the next installment in your story : I am not sure that it would be logical to have a few male physicians or male chaperones since DSH has special rules about the non presence of males persons if I have well understood  and these rules are normally applied to students of an other school who come at DSH, except may be for the presence of male coaches or PE teachers of the other school who come to supervise the students like it is the case for "Sally".

Since this was a military physical examination in 1973, during a time of warfare, DSH really didn't have any choice. They had to accept whomever the armed forces sent. Alll but one of the male escorts are teachers and coaches from the public high school. But don't worry, the male medical staff get all the boring jobs, and the lazy male escorts all "hang around the water cooler." Only one man, an Army Sergeant, will witness some of the naughty bits, but he is only there to direct the boys and maintain discipline.
 
 
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The idea of "Robert" about the necessity for the boys to do again the tests ( urine samples and so on ..) because all the results are lost for any reason you will find seem to me pretty good.    
 
I have also a suggestion  if you are searching for a mean to involve more persons in the examination room, you can imagine a fire alarm during the physicals of the boys . . .

Someone (I'm not sure he would want me to mention his name) already suggested a fire alarm scenario back in August (or was it July?) via email and has been patiently waiting for me to create a story based on his ideas. This could work: a week or so after the all-day physicals, the boys have to return and provide samples again. Then, while the nurse-trainees are helping them to contribute, some naughty schoolgirl pulls a fire alarm or starts a small fire. The high school Seniors won't have time to put on their clothes! And the naked DSH schoolboys in the pool won't be thrilled either . . . He-he-he! Grin
 
I think we have the beginnings of a good story here! I'll schedule that one as the second or third installment after this week's fun physical finale.
 
 
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. . . and their embarassment could be increased if the secretary is a person that they see every day at school. They have never thought in their worse mightmare about school physicals that they would be one day stanfding in the nude in front of her ( with a grin or a smile on the face of  the secretary who take her revenge on all the senior boys not always very polite with her!

Your suggestion to include a secretary or two, Easter_man, was an excellent idea! They add even more pressure to the already over-stressed boys. I will also include your revengeful secretary idea. Oh, how the boys will wish they had been nicer to her! Shocked
 
 
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but I have not understood if you are finishing this story by a last part for the examination and if the pre-draft physicals will be an other or if the last part of this story will be a pre-draft physical

Sorry, I have intentionally been keeping you guessing. Here is a teaser for tomorrow's story: in the last two stories, the public high school Seniors, both boys and girls, spent the morning patiently tolerating a school physical examination. In the next story, the boys only will be required to spend the afternoon talking to representatives of all branches of the armed forces while enduring a pre-draft military physical examination that they will remember for a long time.
 
While writing these responses, I have decided to split the last story into two parts. The bulk of the story (about 3/4) will be posted tomorrow, and then I will post the remainder, a "panting postlewd", the next day, on Friday. Boys, you will want to hold on to your . . . well, you'll want to hold on to something . . . while reading what happens when you mix the military's humorless discipline with DSH's double standards! Embarassed
 
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it seems to me that you have a great idea with the pre-draft physical of the boys combined with a talk with representatives of all branches of the armed forces during the afternoon after the school morning physicals of girls and boys of the public high school.  It can explain that there will be a lot of persons in the examination room without medical reason.
 
But in that case why don't you mix the genders for the military doctors and nurses. There is no reason that the doctors were all male persons assisted by male nurses.
 
In the real life, you must have read that it happened sometimes even in the army that the doctor was a woman and the nurses were mainly women. In that case of a pre-draft physical, it would be even rather logical to have more female doctors than male ones according to the fact that the boys are still students and the men military doctors are not very interested by such physicals examination, they leave generally that routine task to female doctors.  
 
As you know, in Germany, during the last years of the mandatory military service, the military doctors at draft physicals were mainly women and always assisted by female nurses and it is also the case in Russia .  
 
I think also that the presence of military clerks working in the local draft office who have prepared with DSH the set up of the physical examination and the more generally all the meet with military representatives   would be logical at the pre-draft physicals.  
 
Now it is up to you to decide how you want to relate your story.
 
Jest one more comment about the former part of your story to regret a little to have had so few informations about the girl's students physicals the morning to emphasize the double standard applied at DSH during students physicals. Your relation was a little too quick on that point. Except when the three girl's students came in the examination room, there was too few opportunities to make girls and boys being all together  in a different state of undress in my opinion. At least the boys might have heard  and understood how different was the girl's examination.
 
I understand that you want to relate your story always with a few persons and students that you followall along the story, it is a choice for writing the story to concentrate all your comments on a few persons but I think that it would have been possible to do it even in more large group situations.
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Double Standard High: Pre-Draft Physicals
 
 
Starring four Senior schoolboys:
 
David: 6' 4" tall and handsome, with shoulder-length brown hair, a moustache, and brown eyes
 
Frederick: Medium height and chubby, with short, blonde hair and blue eyes
 
Mike: Six feet tall, muscular and athletic, with dark-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
Richie: Short and slight, with curly brown hair and brown eyes
 
 
Featuring the following schoolgirls:
 
Ann (The Fawn): Petite and cute, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes
 
Gloria (The Jilter): Medium height with a nice body, blonde hair, and blue eyes
 
Lucy (Miss Popular): Nearly six-feet tall, with a curvy figure, black hair and eyes
 
Maureen (Femdom Fan): Medium height and slender with small breasts, waist-length brown hair, and hazel eyes
 
Nancy (The Fan): Medium height and slender, with blonde hair and blue eyes
 
AND MANY MORE!
 
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When the students arrived at the DSH cafeteria, Nurse Barnes said, “I have to escort another group of boys through their school physicals. Get something to eat and find a seat with your classmates.” She pointed towards a long table in the corner where six boys and six girls were having lunch. “Your afternoon escort will come and get you in about thirty minutes.” She grinned at Mike, then winked and said cheerfully, “I’ll see you around the neighborhood, Mike!”
 
As soon as the nurse left them, the six students went through the food line and then approached the designated table. A natural segregation kept the schoolgirls at one end of the table and the schoolboys at the other. While the girls chattered cheerfully about their school physicals, the boys were subdued. Now that the orgasmic excitement of being wanked by the women was over, they were feeling a bewildering withdrawal. All of them had spent the morning completely naked in front of almost two dozen different women, including three of their classmates. While the girls giggled and gossiped, the boys ate mostly in silence.
 
Mike was worried about the afternoon. His information sheet described the next event as a military recruiting fair that included pre-draft physicals for the boys. Military service scared the hell out of him! Through Junior High and High School, he had watched nightly casualty reports on the evening news: a daily tally of the number of American soldiers killed and wounded, along with frightening footage and pictures of the war in Vietnam. As if that wasn’t bad enough, being drafted would delay or even end his dream of becoming a professional baseball player. It’s NOT fair! he groused to himself while eyeing the cheerful schoolgirls at the other end of the table. No wonder they're so happy. They don’t even have to register for the draft! They don’t have to face the possibility of being shipped to Vietnam against their will. THEY won't be killed in combat.
 
While the students waited, six more of their classmates arrived and were directed towards a neighboring table. Not long afterwards, an immaculately uniformed United States Army Sergeant approached Mike’s table. “I am Sergeant Clarke,” he introduced himself. “Would y'all please come with me.” He led the eighteen students outside and around the perimeter of Donna Simpson Sports Complex, then ushered them through the front door to the main lobby.  
 
WOW! thought Mike as he looked up at the impressive three-story cathedral ceiling and a massive “Home of the Donna Simpson High Cougars” sign. This school certainly has a lofty opinion of itself. Below the sign was a registration desk, where a petite young woman with long, wavy dirty-blonde hair awaited them with a smile. A nametag, pinned to her pink sweater above her pretty breast, identified her as ‘Miss Fairchild’. A door beside the desk immediately opened, and out walked a secretary from the public high school’s administration office. I think her name is Sandra, Mike guessed. He gave her a quick once-over. 'Sandra' was about twenty-five, with shoulder-length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. The sky-blue mini dress she was wearing showed off her nice breasts and shiny legs.
 
“Good afternoon, everyone!” she greeted them brightly. “You might remember me from the admin office. I’m Sarah.”
 
Not Sandra, SARAH! Mike remembered. THAT'S her name.
 
After the students returned her greeting, Sarah said, “Ladies, if there is anything you would rather not carry through the exhibition, like purses or sweaters, please leave them with us.”  
 
After Miss Fairchild had put the items away, Sergeant Clarke politely asked the schoolgirls to have a seat in one of the nine blue-and-yellow cushioned chairs, adorned with DSH logos, on either side of the front desk. When the girls were seated, the sergeant stepped in front of the desk and ordered, “Form a line, gentlemen, facing me, arms-length apart.”
 
The schoolboys quickly complied, feeling small and inadequate in comparison to the splendidly-uniformed, perfectly-postured 25-year-old sergeant. The girls from their school watched curiously as the boys lined up facing them.
 
Miss Fairchild reached under the counter and pulled out nine cloth shopping bags. They were green with armed forces logos on the sides. “Inside you will find a wristband,” Sergeant Clarke informed them while Sarah gave one to each of the boys. “Please place it on your right wrist.” As the boys stretched the bands over their hands, he continued, “This afternoon, you will be Echo Squad. Your number is on the band. Please line up in order, with Echo One to my left and Echo Nine to my right.”
 
Mike looked at his wristband. Shit. I’m Echo One. After he moved to his new position, he looked down the line. David was Echo Five and Richie was Echo Eight. Beside him, Echo Two was a plump kid he’d seen in the school hallways but had never met. Mike was pretty sure his name was Freddy.
 
The sergeant waited until they had reestablished the line in the new order. “Echo Squad, strip to your underwear . . .”
 
All of the boys flinched. The schoolgirls sat straighter and began to pay closer attention.
 
“. . . and place your clothes in the cloth bags. Put your socks and shoes back on after you’ve stripped.”
 
The boys hesitated. Someone whined, “But, Sergeant . . .”
 
Their escort immediately became angry. With a beet-red face, he took a menacing step forward and screamed, “DO IT!”
 
That was all the impetus they needed. As quickly as they could, the nine boys removed their shoes and socks, took off their shirts, and dropped their pants. Sergeant Clarke’s barked command had barely stopped echoing before all of them had stripped to their tighty-whiteys and replaced their footwear, then straightened with their hands to their sides.
 
Mike felt dizzy. At least we get to keep our underwear this time, he grumbled to himself. Despite that slight bit of cover, however, he felt very exposed. Only his tight, white underpants shielded his bashful privates from the ogling eyes of nine sexy classmates and two secretaries. Their stares were so bold that he quickly looked down to make sure all of his secret cargo was securely stowed.
 
The girls enjoyed the visual entertainment of watching nine embarrassed boys strip to their underpants. Sitting comfortably in chairs with their miniskirts and mini dresses held modestly tight across their laps, their eyes twinkling and their cheeks dimpling, they quietly checked out their classmates’ bodies while Sarah delivered each boy’s shopping bag to Miss Fairchild. The schoolgirls loved the anxious looks on the faces of their classmates as the nearly naked boys waited.
 
Precocious Lucy felt cheated. She glanced at Sergeant Clarke and telepathically transmitted,  Boys, now take off your underpants! but the military man’s receiver was turned off.
 
Maureen and Amy remembered the advice of Nurse Dolly and Mrs. Olsen. They took the opportunity to check out the boys’ chests and nipples, shoulders and biceps, stomachs and abs, legs and thighs. Eyeing the rounded bulges in the crotch of each boy’s tighty-whiteys, the girls tried to imagine what all the boys would look like with their underpants around their ankles. Of course, they had already seen Mike, David, and Richie that way! Maureen stared lustily at Richie as she remembered how wonderful it felt to control his penis, to hold his stiff cock in her hand. The boy’s face flushed and he gulped when he realized she was staring at him. Maureen grinned lustily and reveled in his obvious discomfiture.
 
“ECHO SQUADRON! RIGHT FACE! That means turn to your right. We will now march in line to the gymnasium,” Sergeant Clarke announced, then added, “Ladies, please follow us. MARCH!”
 
Their military escort paraded the boys in their bleached underwear, followed by the cluster of sexy schoolgirls. When they passed through two wooden doors into the gymnasium, Sergeant Clarke lined the boys up in front of the bleachers. The girls hovered nearby. All of the students peered around them with wide-eyed stares. The room was in orderly chaos!
 
Everywhere Mike looked were red, white, and blue booths and green tents with American flags, military logos, and slogans. He read: ‘Join the Army, Make Us Proud’;  ‘Enlist Now: Navy’; ‘It’s Up to You, Protect the Nation’s Honor’; ‘The Sky’s No Limit: U. S. Air Force’; ‘Be a Man Among Men’; ‘Not Self But Country’; ‘The Few. The Proud. The Marines.’; ‘Time for Action! U.S. Coast Guard’; and over it all, Uncle Sam pointed an accusatory finger directly at Mike and demanded, ‘I Want YOU for U. S. Army’.
 
Boys with clipboards, wearing only underpants, were lined up outside several of the tents. Dozens of others congregated in groups or pushed through the streams of students as they jostled for position in front of various booths. Schoolgirls in brightly-colored clothes were everywhere! Some talked with nearly-naked boys and some followed the flow of traffic, while a few chatted with military personnel behind the booths. Mike suddenly heard a loud roar of applause to his left. Looking that way, he observed thirty or more laughing and clapping schoolgirls, and a few of their female escorts, sitting at the opposite end of the near-side bleachers and looking towards a long, green tent marked, ‘STATION 4’.
 
“LISTEN UP!” said Sergeant Clarke, but before he could continue, a loudspeaker boomed overhead:
 
“ALPHA SQUAD TO STATION SIX.”
 
Nine nervous boys hustled towards a white canvas curtain draped from the ceiling to the floor in front of the far bleachers. The tenting was adorned with a large red cross and the words, ‘STATION 6’. Several grinning schoolgirls also bustled in that direction.
 
“BRAVO SQUAD TO STATION FIVE.”
 
More boys bustled towards a small tent marked, ‘STATION 5’ in a far corner.
 
Sergeant Clarke paused, and when no further announcement was made, explained, “When you hear an announcement for Echo Squad, boys, you are to quickly move to the designated tent and line up in numeric order. I will meet you there, and the last boy to join us will do ten push-ups when he arrives.”
 
Mike frowned. I don’t remember joining the army, he grumbled to himself.
 
The sergeant handed each boy a clipboard with a single sheet of paper. Mike’s had ‘ECHO ONE’ typed on the top and listed all of the booths, including Air Force, Army, Coast Guard, Marines, National Guard, Navy, and USO. He also gave each of them a gunmetal pen with ‘U.S. ARMY’ printed on the barrel. “Print and sign your name at the bottom of the sheet, and print your social security number and birth date. Before you leave today, you must visit every booth, and your sheet must include the signature of the person you spoke with. Find me and turn in your clipboard when your sheet is complete.”
 
It is going to be a long day, Mike decided.
 
“As for you ladies,” said Sergeant Clarke, “you are welcome to go anywhere you want. You may visit the booths, walk around with one of the boys, or have a seat on the bleachers. Just don’t interfere at any of the stations – except at Station Four. You won't want to miss Station Four!" The Sergeant grinned.
 
Mike looked towards the long tent marked 'STATION 4', where schoolgirls were laughing and applauding. WHAT is going on at Station Four?
 
The sergeant continued, "And remember: the military services also need women, to serve as nurses and support personnel. If you are interested in a particular branch of the service, you will find someone happy to discuss your future.” He gave the girls another toothy grin and a nod, then drawled, “Y'all are dismissed.”
 
As soon as the nine schoolgirls dispersed, first chatting with other girls before disappearing into the crowd of students, the public address system boomed, “ECHO SQUAD TO STATION ONE.”
 
The boys followed Sergeant Clarke towards a green army tent marked, ‘STATION 1’ that stood against the right wall directly ahead of them. A smaller sign read, “Draft Registration”. When Mike nervously entered through a flap in the tent, he was greeted by a uniformed man sitting behind a small table. Over his head was a round plaque  with the logo of the Selective Service System.
 
“Good afternoon, young man. Paperwork, please,” he said emotionlessly as he held out his hand.
 
Mike handed him his clipboard and watched as the man leafed through a stack of papers with a long list of names. “Oh, yes, here it is: H****, Michael J. Status: Unregistered. You’re not yet eighteen?”
 
“No, sir,” said Mike, pointing to his birth date on the sheet. “Not until March.”
 
The soldier made a brief note beside Mike’s name on the list and initialed it. “Very well. We’ll see you again soon then, son.” He dismissed Mike by handing the clipboard back and saying, “Next.”
 
When Mike exited the tent, Sergeant Clarke said, “Echo One, you may go to any booth you want, in any order, as long as you visit all of them today. When you hear the announcement, ‘Echo Squad to Station Two’, hustle over to that tent.” He pointed towards a green tent in the near corner.
 
“Yes sir,” Mike promised. As he threaded through the flood of students, he was startled when someone behind him grasped the waistband of his tighty-whiteys, stretched them back, and then let go. SWACK! “Hey!” he yelped as he grabbed for his underpants and angrily turned around.
 
“Hi, Handsome!” said Lucy, his raven-haired masturbator. Her black eyes sparkled under the lights as she asked, “Want some company?”
 
Mike grinned. She was looking delectable in a burgundy, long-sleeved cashmere sweater that flowed over her lovely breasts and a dark-gray miniskirt that revealed her creamy thighs. “Won’t Clay be mad?” he asked, referring to her football-star boyfriend.
 
“Who cares? Besides, he’s not here yet. He got stuck on the third bus.” Lucy slipped her hand into his and inquired, “Where are we going first?”
 
Feeling a warm glow suffusing his body, Mike led his new friend to the nearest booth: Army.
 
“DELTA SQUAD TO STATION THREE.”
 
When he forced his way in front of the Army booth, Mike was welcomed by a jovial officer behind a long table. “Come right in, young man!” he greeted him. “Don’t you look like a young tiger! You would be an asset to the Army. What’s your name?”
 
“Mike,’ said the schoolboy with a suspicious smile.
 
“And who is this beautiful girl with you?”
 
“CHARLIE SQUAD TO STATION FOUR.”
 
As hoards of laughing schoolgirls, and nine nervous schoolboys, began streaming towards the raucous tent marked, ‘STATION 4’, Lucy repeated, “I'm Lucy,” after being drowned out by the announcement.
 
They chatted for five minutes, Mike got his assignment sheet signed, and then they pushed through the crowd, hand-in-hand, to the Navy booth.
 
“Welcome aboard, son,” said a smartly-uniformed sailor. “Are you interested in joining the Navy?”
 
Another five-minute discussion followed. As the Navy representative was signing Mike’s sheet, they heard more loud applause from ‘STATION 4’, along with wolf-whistles and cheers.
 
“I wonder what’s going on over there?” Lucy wondered aloud.
 
Mike shrugged. He would find out soon enough.
 
The loudspeaker suddenly blared again. “ECHO SQUAD TO STATION TWO.”
 
“Thank you!” cried Mike as he grabbed his clipboard from the Naval officer and shoved his way through the crowd to the corner tent. In his haste, he forgot Lucy and left her standing at the Navy booth. He breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at ‘STATION 2’, because he was not the last to show up.
 
“That was close,” said Sergeant Clarke. A moment later, Richie arrived last, and their Army escort ordered, “Drop and give me ten.”
 
“It’s not my fault,” Richie tried to explain. “The guy at the Coast Guard booth . . .”
 
“DROP AND GIVE ME TEN!” the sergeant bellowed. He left no room for argument.
 
The tardy schoolboy almost jumped out of his skin, then dropped and started doing ten clumsy push-ups. A few girls who were nearby gathered around and giggled as they watched his underpants-clad bottom rise up and down. He had completed eight when a voice inside the tent said, “Echo One, Echo Two, and Echo Three, please come in.”
 
Inside Station Two, which also had a sign that read, ‘Vision Test’, three male medical doctors checked the boys’ eyesight. Using a handheld light, one of them gazed into Mike’s eyes, then had him cover each eye and read from a vision chart attached to the back of the tent. Satisfied, he wrote ‘20/20’ beside ‘STATION 2’ on Mike’s assignment sheet, then signed and dated it before handing it back.  
 
There’s Station Three,” said Sergeant Clarke, pointing to a tent near the middle of the basketball court. “I’ll meet you there after the announcement.”
 
“Yes, sir.” Mike headed for the Coast Guard booth. If the guy was slow, he didn’t want to suffer Richie’s fate by leaving it to the last minute.
 
“BRAVO SQUAD TO STATION SIX.”
 
As Mike passed the USO booth, he paused briefly to chat with Coach Tinker and Mr. Donaldson, his Physics teacher. They were with three other male teacher/escorts who were congregating around the USO booth, drinking coffee or punch while nibbling on donuts and flirting with the attractive ladies handing them out. A few minutes later, Mike was approaching the Coast Guard booth when somebody unexpectedly bumped into him from behind. “WHAT THE . . .?” he yelped as a hand slid under the back of his underpants and pinched his bottom.
 
“Nice butt!” quipped Lucy. Two girls turned and giggled, and Mike grinned self-consciously as his new girl friend slipped her hand in his again. “You won’t get rid of me THAT easily!”
 
“Sorry,” he replied honestly. “When I heard the announcement, I didn’t think of anything but getting to the tent as fast as possible.”  
 
“I’ll forgive you this time,” she warned flirtatiously.  
 
He looked at her curiously. Her face was flush, as if she had just finished some heavy exercise. Shrugging it off, he turned his attention to the Coast Guard. Ten minutes later, they were just leaving the booth when Mike heard, “ECHO SQUAD TO STATION THREE.”
 
Lucy squeezed his hand. “I’m going to disappear for a little while. I will see you at Station Four. I can’t wait!” She chuckled mysteriously and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Mike puzzling.  
 
What the hell is going on at Station Four? He was too busy rushing to Station Three to worry about Station Four for now. Forcing his way through the crowds of students, he was the second member of Echo Squad to reach Station Three. Richie had already arrived. Last was a slender boy on the high school gymnastics team, Echo Three.  
 
Once again, a few girls who were nearby gathered around the boy doing push-ups and giggled to see his tighty-whitey’d bottom rising up and down. “One . . . two . . . three . . .” they mockingly counted for him.
 
Inside the tent marked ‘Station 3’ and 'Hearing Test', a physician used a large machine with headphones to test Mike’s hearing. Each time the schoolboy heard a sound, he had to point to the ear that heard it. The test lasted five minutes.
 
“Satisfactory,” said the doctor before making a note and then signing the boy’s assignment sheet. “Next.”
 
“FOXTROT SQUAD TO STATION ONE. DELTA SQUAD TO STATION FOUR.”
 
Released from Station Three, Mike quickly moved towards the Air Force booth. Just as he arrived, a blonde schoolgirl wearing a black mini dress abruptly backed up from the table. Before Mike could move, she goosed herself against his penile package!  
 
“OOH!” she gasped in surprise. Her cushy bottom caressed his flaccid cock as she turned to see whose pecker was improperly poking her panties.
 
“Nancy!” Mike exclaimed when he recognized her. She was a lovely Senior schoolgirl, a close friend, and a big baseball fan who came to all the games.
 
Her blue eyes narrowed as she briefly looked him up and down, then queried, “Mike?”
 
“Yes!” He grinned.
 
“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you out of your . . . I mean, in your  . . .” She glanced down at his tighty-whiteys, then quickly looked into his eyes, blushed, and said, “I didn’t recognize you!”  
 
"BRAVO SQUAD TO STATION SIX."
 
Normally he would have given her a quick hug, but it didn’t seem right to hold her when he was only wearing underpants. He gripped her shoulder instead, looked earnestly into her bright, blue eyes, and explained, “I have to keep moving and get my sheet signed. Will I see you later?”
 
“I’d like that. Where can we meet?”
 
“My next station is number four. Would you join me if I wait behind the tent for you afterwards?”
 
She chuckled, and a delighted twinkle sparkled in her eye. “You haven’t been to Station Four yet?”
 
“No,” he said. “Why?”
 
The dimples in her cheeks deepened. “You’ll find out. I will definitely see you there!” She giggled, then turned and bustled off towards Station Four, leaving Mike puzzling again. What the hell IS going on at Station Four? he wondered for the umpteenth time.
 
Ten minutes later, not long after another noisy uproar from that mysterious tent, Mike heard, “ECHO SQUAD TO STATION FOUR.” Time to find out, he thought anxiously as he rushed to that corner of the gym. Although chubby ‘Freddy’, or whatever his name was, showed up last, all of the boys had arrived within seconds of each other, and Sergeant Clarke did not make the boy do his ten punishment push-ups. On the side of the green ‘STATION 4’ tent, Mike read, “Physical Fitness and Stress Test.”
 
“FOXTROT SQUAD TO STATION TWO. GOLF SQUAD TO STATION ONE.”
 
Soon after Echo Squad arrived at Station Four, the tent-flap opened and a tall, gray-haired woman wearing the uniform of an Army Major invited them inside. With foreboding, Mike followed Sergeant Clarke onto a two-foot-high staging that was eight-feet wide and about thirty-feet long. There were nine white squares at the front of the platform, about three feet apart, and each had a number between one and nine printed in the center. The motherly Major directed Mike to the square marked ‘1’ and each of the other boys to the square that corresponded with his Echo number.
 
The tent had only three-sides. The fourth was open to the bleachers, which were quickly filling with grinning, gabbing girls and female escorts from the high school. In the third row, with no one sitting in front of them, were four military matrons. They were soon joined by the Major who had greeted Echo Squad. All five women were handsome, middle-aged, and wearing military uniforms: one Coast Guard, one Navy, one Army, one Marine, and one Air Force. Apprehensively facing them were the nine boys of Echo Squad, wearing only tighty-whiteys, various-colored stockings, and sneakers or shoes.
 
Mike smiled nervously when Lucy waved. She was sitting directly opposite him in the fourth row. Nancy, his blonde fan in the ravishing black dress, soon spotted him. He watched her slide sideways in the fifth row, so that she was also positioned across from him and almost directly behind Lucy. He found Maureen in the fifth row, sitting across from Echo Eight – Richie – and when Amy arrived, she found a seat next to Maureen.  
 
Except for the five military officers, Mike knew most of the women, although he did not know all of their names. Sally, his Trigonometry teacher, caught his eye. She was sitting in the fourth row behind the soldiers, and she grinned and nodded to him. She was looking pretty as always, today in a mid-thigh floral-patterned dress and pearl necklace, with her knees together and her hands folded primly in her lap. Mike also found Carol, his middle-aged Home Room teacher; Paula, a cute cheerleader with long, blonde hair; Gwendolyn, his young Calculus instructor who looked like a student with her great body snugly-wrapped in a blue mini dress; Viv, the bespectacled scholar who sat in front of him in Home Room and whose shiny, brown hair often fanned across his desk; Tracy, the mischievous prankster whom he had known most of his life because she lived in his neighborhood; Vicky, a bubbly babe who worked for the school newspaper, with her ever-present Canon camera and a long lens in her hands (How did she smuggle that into DSH?); Patsy, the irresistible brunette whose school locker was near his; and even old Mrs. Fickett, the English Lit. teacher. He knew dozens of women on the bleachers; all in all, there were about forty females facing the fearful, nearly-bare boys on stage!
 
The Army Major nodded to someone beside the tent and requested, “Pam, please collect their clipboards.”
 
“Yes, Ma’am,” said a female voice.
 
When the young woman turned the corner and asked for Mike’s paperwork, he instantly recognized her. Forgetting for a moment that he was stripped to his underpants, he smiled and said, “Hi, Pam!”
 
“Oh, hi, Mike!” she returned his greeting as she took his clipboard. Pam was a pleasingly plump young woman who worked at the high school as an Assistant Librarian. Mike suddenly remembered that he was nearly naked! Oh, SHIT! He saw Pam at least once a week and was dismayed that she was seeing him in his underpants! She was a very friendly girl with short blonde hair and gray eyes. A very tactile person, she always touched your shoulder or arm while she helped you. Mike watched her go down the line, exchanging friendly greetings with all of the boys. She was looking prettier than usual today in a white-and-gray striped sweater and a dark gray miniskirt. When she had collected all of the clipboards, she spread them out on the bleacher seat in front of the five military women and then sat in the front row. She looked up expectantly at Echo Squad and gave the boys a warm smile.
 
The Army Major stood and turned to the audience. The students and teachers immediately quieted. “Ladies, during this process, please cheer for your favorite member of Echo Squad. Make as much noise as you want. Your applause will encourage the boys to do their best.” And add to their stress, she chuckled to herself. Then turning towards the stage, she formally greeted Echo Squad, “Good afternoon, gentlemen.”
 
“Good afternoon,” replied the nervous boys.
 
“This will be a test of your physical fitness for active military duty as well as a measure of how well you handle stress. To begin, please remove your underpants and place them on the floor behind you.”
 
Her instruction startled the boys! All of them flinched or gasped as they tried to comprehend what she was requesting. Take off my underpants!? Their facial expressions immediately betrayed their shocked surprise. In the audience, only a few schoolgirls reacted the same way. Most hooted and hollered, because they had already known what was expected of the boys. The news was circulating among the girls in the gym, who had strict instructions to keep the goings-on at Station Four secret from the boys.
 
The military matrons smiled and waited patiently. Making the boys strip was part of the stress test, and all of the squads reacted the same way. The women couldn’t imagine what it would be like to stand in front of your peers and be told to completely expose yourself to them. Each of these boys probably saw most of these students and teachers every day at school. And from now on, all of these women would know whether he had any pubic hair; what his scrotum looks like; how long his penis is and even wheher or not he is circumcised! But males had to get used to that sort of thing; anything they endured during the draft process was not nearly as bad as going to war. Each of the military nurses silently thanked God that they were a woman and enjoyed immunity from this sort of treatment.
 
Mike’s brain churned. Strip in front of my teachers and classmates!? He couldn’t move. All of a sudden, his legs were weak, his stomach was churning, and he felt breathless. He thought he was going to be sick. Strip in front of my teachers and classmates!? Let them see me completely naked? SHOW THEM MY PENIS?! His heart was hammering.
 
Beside him, Freddy protested angrily. “Why do we need to take off our clothes?” he demanded to know. “You can test our physical fitness without making us strip.”
 
The Army Major had expected this, too. There was always at least one boy who protested. She nodded to Sergeant Clarke, who was standing in front of the stage near Echo Nine.
 
“ECHO SQUAD!” he bellowed. “DROP AND GIVE ME TEN!” All of the boys did ten push-ups while the sergeant counted the cadence. “ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! . . . EIGHT! . . . NINE! . . . TEN!”
 
When the boys were standing upright again, the Army Major repeated her instruction. “Now, gentlemen, please remove your underpants and place them on the floor behind you.”
 
Feeling like every second lasted a minute and time was running in slow motion, Mike reluctantly inched his hands towards the waistband of his tighty-whiteys. Lucy was leering at him. She had known and didn’t tell me! Nancy was grinning. SHE had known, too! he realized. Sally, his beautiful Trig teacher, gave him an encouraging nod. He gulped. Strip naked in front of HER? I CAN'T! he inwardly cried. ALL of the women were grinning and waiting expectantly. ALL of them were here for one reason: to see the boys take off their clothes! Gwendolyn. Tracy. Carol. Paula. Pam, the Assistant Librarian, was staring up at him from the front row, anticipating his strip show. "Take it OFF!" her eyes excitedly urged him. Mike gulped. Show HER my PENIS!? Viv. The five military ladies. Vicky, who was waiting eagerly with her camera at the ready. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. She WOULDN’T take our pictures – WOULD she? Patsy. Even Mrs. Fickett! All semingly aroused, anxiously awaiting, excitedly anticipating, the moment when nine schoolboys stripped themselves and revealed their secrets. Mike’s fingers curled under his waistband . . .  
 
“You didn’t answer my question,” whined Echo Two, the chubby kid named Freddy. “WHY do we need to take off our clothes?”
 
The other eight boys tensed with their hands poised to pull down their underpants as the Major patiently explained, “This is part of the stress test; an evaluation of how you react to exposing yourselves in front of your peers. More importantly, your exercising in the nude allows us to observe all of your major muscle groups, including your lower abs, glutes, hams, and quads.” She nodded towards Sergeant Clarke again and added, “I think they need more encouragement.”
 
“ECHO SQUAD! DROP AND GIVE ME TEN! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! . . . FOUR! . . . FIVE! . . . SIX! . . . SEVEN! . . . EIGHT! . . . NINE! . . . TEN!”
 
As the boys stood again, they malevolently glared at Freddy. “Keep your mouth shut this time!” whispered Echo Three to Echo Two.  
 
The Army Major reminded them that, “I can keep this up all day, gentlemen. Can you? Please remove your underpants and place them on the floor behind you.”
 
“LET”S SEE ’EM, BOYS!” a girl shouted, and the crowd erupted in laughter.
 
Echo One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, and Nine gathered their courage and quickly dropped their tighty-whiteys before they lost their nerve. Freddy stared malevolently at the Major but remained silent as he slid his underpants down to the floor and placed them behind him. As the nine boys stood straight again, with their droopy cocks and dangly balls exhibited for the female audience, the schoolgirls whooped and hollered, cheered and clapped, stomped their feet, wolf-whistled, and yelled their encouragement. Vicky’s camera whirred as she zoomed in and took shot after shot.
 
The bolder girls in the back started shouting.
 
“ATTA BOY, ECHO THREE!”
 
NICE body, Echo Seven!”
 
“Cute package, Richie!”
 
“Hey, ECHO SIX! CALL me!”
 
"Feeling chilly, Echo Five?"
 
“WOO-HOO MIKE!
 
“Echo Nine’s a TEN!”
 
"HELLO, BIG TOM!"
 
"Lookin' Good, Freddy!"
 
The boys gritted their teeth. They trembled and struggled to keep their hands at their sides. Three succumbed to temptation and cupped their crotches. Immediately, Sergeant Clarke stepped forward and screamed, “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? IN YOUR BEDROOMS? DROP YOUR COCKS AND STAND AT ATTENTION!”
 
The trio quickly dropped their hands and waited, trying unsuccessfully to filter out the taunting comments.
 
“Keep ‘em to your sides, men!”
 
OH YEAH! That’s better!”
 
"PEEK-A-BOO, I SEEEE YOU!" someone shrieked.
 
The girls found courage in their surrounding classmates. There was bravery in numbers, and the comments got bawdier.
 
“NICE DICKS, BOYS!” a shrill voice shouted.
 
“Cute penis, DAVIIID!”
 
“Echo Four has the longest one!”
 
"No, Mike's is longer!"
 
“Echo Two wins BEST BALLS!”
 
“Come ON, Echo Squad. Get 'em UP for us,” a wishful schoolgirl urged them.
 
Get it UP!? thought Mike, who was wilting as he waited. I couldn’t get it up right now if I wanted to! How long are they going to make us stand here? The five military women seemed in no hurry as they scanned each boy, from head to toe, and assessed his physical condition, then jotted down notes on the assignment sheets. The tent roof blocked Mike's view of the top bleachers, so everywhere he looked were excited, leering females. He glanced down at Pam, whose eyes were aimed at penis-level and peering from one boy to the next, comparing their cocks. How can I EVER face her in the library again?  Mike looked away and directly into the eyes of Lucy, who grinned at him and then peered lower. His eyes fled from her stare and encountered the ogling brown eyes of Nancy! My biggest fan is looking at my COCK! Seeking refuge elsewhere, he was horrified to see Vicky’s camera aimed at him! Oh, no, OH NO! his brain screamed when she lowered the camera and gave him a thumbs-up.
 
A shirll voice to his left yelled, “NICE COCK, MIKE!”
 
He looked in that direction, and someone waved to get his attention. Mike immediately spotted the grinning, giggling face of gorgeous Gloria! As soon as he saw her, she blew him a kiss, then made a megaphone of her hands and repeated, “NICE COCK!
 
Mike felt the impact of her presence slam into his groin as if he had been kicked in the nuts. GLORIA IS HERE! DAMN it, Gloria. His jilted dick didn’t know whether to shrink or stretch. She was beautiful and seductive, brash and bold, crafty and manipulative, superior and competitive. When they had first met four years ago, he’d had an instant crush on her. She was stunningly beautiful! Naturally blonde hair and eyebrows, blue eyes, glowing pink skin, peach lips, a perfect little nose, and a creamy swan neck. The more he pursued her, the more she ignored him. Finally, after months of his begging, she relented and agreed to go out with him. That unforgettable evening, they had slow-danced together, and he remembered the feel of her pillowy breasts against his chest. She hadn't protested when he slid his hands down her long back and held her soft bottom through her miniskirt. It was a magical night!
 
When they arrived at her door after the dance, Mike had been shocked when Gloria suddenly embraced him and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips. Her mouth opened, and her tongue invaded Mike’s mouth; his first-ever French kiss. He was instantly erect, so that when she gripped his hips and thrust his groin against hers, his stiff cock had pressed against her pubis. On the instant, she pulled away from him and gripped his cock through his pants! “HA!” she had cried triumphantly. After giving his penis a quick squeeze, she had disappeared inside the house, leaving Mike stunned and panting on her doorstep. It was the last time she had accepted a date from him, and she never explained why she wouldn’t go out with him again.
 
Gloria’s eyes sparkled impishly as he stared at her, then she nudged a lovely brunette schoolgirl sitting on the bleachers beside her and pointed directly at Mike and his disappointed dick. As both girls looked at Mike, Gloria said something to her friend, and they both threw their heads back and laughed uproariously with their shiny hair tossing and their breasts jiggling. The brunette merrily looked into Mike’s eyes. He watched her gaze slide lower and pause while she concentrated on his genitals, and then she looked up and, like Gloria, blew him a kiss.  
 
Both girls were still laughing and discussing him when the Army Major instructed, “Gentlemen, please turn around.”
 
“SHOW US THOSE CUTE BUTTS, BOYS!”
 
With a feeling of relief, the boys turned their backs on the leering looks of their classmates. Although they could no longer see the girls, they could still hear them as the female audience now applauded and cheered their back sides. More wolf-whistles, whoops, hollers, and lewd comments echoed off the gymnasium walls.
 
“MIIIIKE!” He turned his head slightly and heard Gloria shout, “NICE ASS, TOO!”
 
“WOO-HOO, ECHO TWO!”
 
“DAVID WINS BEST BUTT!”
 
“NO! ECHO FOUR’S IS BETTER!”
 
After another brief eternity of having their backs, bare bottoms and thighs ogled and compared, the Army Major asked them to face the audience again. “Sergeant, let’s start with jumping jacks,” she suggested.
 
“ECHO SQUAD! JUMPING JACKS. UP! . . . DOWN! . . . UP! . . . DOWN! . . . UP! . . . DOWN!”
 
The girls cheered to see the boys’ genitals flipping and flapping. Mike gritted his teeth each time he jumped up and spread his legs. What a feeling! To have his naked cock and balls dancing wildly for the ladies’ pleasure. This isn’t right, he inwardly whined as he jumped again and his penis performed another pirouette for the audience. It’s OBSCENE! He wished he could ignore the lusty stares of so many familiar female faces! He wished he could blot out their shouts of encouragement, especially the ones directed specifically at him. The giggling. The pointing. Finally, too late to rescue any of the boys’ dignity, the sergeant called a halt.
 
A moment’s rest while the boys caught their breath, and the girls enjoyed the healthy pink glow of the nine male bodies, then, “ECHO SQUAD! ABOUT FACE! That means turn around. LEGS APART! HANDS EXTENDED OUT TO YOUR SIDES! You will touch your toes. When you hear, ‘LEFT!’, you will touch your left fingertips to your right toes, and ‘RIGHT!’ means your right fingertips to your left toes. READY? BEGIN! LEFT! . . . RIGHT! . . . LEFT! . . . RIGHT! . . .”
 
“BOTTOMS UP, BOYS!”
 
This is almost as embarrassing as the jumping jacks! Mike decided. Each time he bent forward, he looked back between his legs and saw pretty girls checking out the boys’ bare butts. Once, he made upside-down eye contact with Pam in the front row, and she leered at him. Her gaze slid upwards, and at that moment he realized that she was staring at his genitals swinging and swaying between his legs!  
 
Each exercise seemed more humiliating than the last. The sergeant had them run in place, facing the audience, with their nine cocks and nine ball sacks flouncing and flopping. They duck walked in a large circle, with their knees wide apart, while the girls cheered the dancing dicks dangling between their legs. They did squats that gave the girls another indecent view of their plump, plopping penises. When it was finally over, and the Army Major gave them permission to replace their underpants, the audience booed! But then they laughed at their joke and applauded the boys’ efforts.
 
Pam collected the clipboards and gave them to the boys, along with a glowing, knowing look for each of them.
 
Sergeant Clarke filled his lungs to bellow when the Army Major interrupted him. “Just a moment, Sergeant. Echo Two, please come forward.”
 
Freddy, the chubby boy who had whined about stripping in front of his classmates, looked apprehensively towards Sergeant Clarke, who nodded. Then he stepped off the platform and approached the miltary matrons.
 
“Come up here and stand in front of me.”
 
Wearing nothing but tighty-whiteys and black shoes and socks, Freddy climbed onto the second bleacher. She made him stand on the seat in front of her; a solitary boy surrounded by female classmates and teachers.
 
She looked up at him and inquired, “What is your name, Echo Two?”
 
“Frederick,” he replied. He pronounced it ‘FREED-rick’. He was the son of Rose, the obese woman who was a member of Mrs. Olsen’s spanking circle, and had inherited his mother's large features and overweight tendency.
 
Is she punishing him for protesting? Mike wondered as he watched.
 
“Place your hands on your head,” she ordered.
 
Mike could see the boy trembling as he complied. His female audience watched with wide-eyed stares. This was something new that they had not expected!
 
The Major stood, then reached out and pinched the frightened boy's biceps and the skin hanging from the underside of the boy’s arm. She squeezed his shoulder, his pecks around his nipples, his side near his rib cage, and his stomach.
 
Freddy endured this without a word of protest. What was she doing?
 
The middle-aged Major lady sat down again and abruptly pulled the boy’s underpants down to his ankles!
 
“AHH!” he gasped but remained standing with his hands on his head.
 
The whole audience gasped as well! All the girls seemed to lean forward simultaneously, the moment his underpants reached his ankles.
 
Mike saw that Freddy’s skin quickly glowed a bright, healthy pink from head to toe as the woman pinched his belly just above his genitals. Then she used her left hand to gently lift his penis and scrotum out of the way as she pinched the inside of his upper thighs.
 
Standing with his hands on his head and his underpants around his ankles, with classmates and teachers all around him staring at his stark naked body, Frederick felt faint. He wanted to cry, because he knew the moment the Major touched him that he wouldn't be able to control his penis. He had been plagued by spontaneous erections since the first time his mother had taken down his pants and spanked him. The feel of a woman's skin against his genitals was absolutely irresisible to Frederick.  He gulped as his cock started expanding in the woman's soft hand.
 
The Major released his manhood and continued assessing his plumpness. Her fingers moved down to his lower thigh, knee, calf, and shin. The women in Navy and Marine uniforms on either side of her  began pinching his skin as well.
 
“Turn around,” the Major commanded while steadying him with her hands on his hips.
 
When Freddy faced the stage, Mike felt bad for the poor kid. His penis was quickly, uncontrollably, erecting! His whole body quavered and his stretching penis shivered as the three women pinched the skin of his back in several places, his ‘love-handles’ at his sides, his lower back, his thighs, and even his bottom. By the time the Major ordered, “Face me again,” Echo Two’s cock was fully engorged! Mike thought Freddy was on the verge of tears when he turned and presented his unwitting excitement to the appreciative schoolgirls. They cheered, hooted, and hollered. Frederick's pink skin blushed crimson.
 
The Major gave his hard-on a non-committal glance and then stared Echo Two in the eyes. “You have an inordinate amount of body fat,” she informed the humiliated boy. “If you want to join the armed services, you will have to go on a strict regimen of diet and exercise. You may pull up your underpants and return to your place.”
 
Echo Two’s whole body shook as he rapidly replaced his tighty-whiteys and climbed back onto the stage.
 
“ECHO SQUAD! LEFT FACE! FORWARD . . . MARCH!”
 
 As Echo Squad filed out of the tent, the schoolgirls gave them a boisterous standing ovation.
 
 Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin
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 Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin  Grin
 
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Re: DS High (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals
« Reply #228 on: Oct 18th, 2012, 9:15pm »
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Brilliant chapter!  This is genius.
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During the third installment, however, I am hoping that you will find their situation even worse than the press conference!

Mission accomplished!
 
Outrageous, preposterous, unbelievable. I love it  Smiley
 
What is the really unbelievable part is, of course, that there were any girls at all making the rounds of the recruiters' tents. Surely they would all have made a bee-line for Tent Four and stayed there throughout the session?
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« Reply #230 on: Oct 19th, 2012, 5:00am »
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I agree with "jeepman89" : it is really very brillant and very funny to read it.
 
It seems that you have perfectly succeeded to describe a situation where there are pre-draft physicals of boys with a special thorough examination while girls who of course are not at all concerned by the draft physicals have also to be present in the same big gymnasium to have informations about possible future military jobs at different booths and that point is credible.
 
I like the fact that the mix of the two take place in the big gymnasium of DSH with a real crowd of persons of both genders all around inside and a kind of chaos in the room with several tents and several booths and a lot of persons walking through the gymnasium or standing in front of the tents or in front of the booths or sitting on bleachers.  
 
After having said that it is a great story, I will do nevertheless two or more critics or comments if you prefer :
 
- first, I don't like the fact that you talk of the Vietnam war and the risk for the boys to be injured or killed after induction.
 
It is true that it was like that during the war time and draftees-to-be would certainly have thought to the war since they were soon to be called for the selective service, but it seems to me that it was not necessary to recall that war because it is not good for a funny story.
I have preferred if the boys had been summoned for the pre-draft physicals without any reference to the Vietnam war.
 
It is also because you have chosen to relate physicals with senior boys who are very soon to be inducted if they don't have a postponement for college studies.
in one of my first message when I have suggested such a relation of pre-draft physicals, it was planned for younger boys of 16 age as it was in Russia according to a few relations about the draft in this country, and in my opinion, it was a better age for the story because at that age the boys would have been less close to the age of induction, so less thinking to the tragedy of the Vietnam war and more surpised to be submitted to such thorough and degrading physicals without a clear reason from their point of view. They would not have classmates concerned by the issue of the unduction to selective military service  
 
- I like the arrival at the "Home" of DSH  and the registration desk with two secretaries and the instruction given to the boys by the sergeant to strip in underwear or to be precise in tighty whiteys like a first step in the process but I am surprised that the girls are only told to have a seat with chairs on each side of the room. Of course, it is a good situation for them to look at the undressed boys but why they don't have also to register by given their idendity without undressing of course.  
 
I think that it would have been good for the double standard if there would have been a roll call and a registration for both girls and boys but not in the same state of undress. It would have been logical because it is necessary to know who are the girls present.  
 
Anyway, it is a very good idea to have this first step  towards nudity with secretaries but not  immediately the strip to complete nudity. It is more plausible.
 
But there is one thing that I don't like, it is the fact that the boys after having removed their socks and shoes before removing the other clothes pull them on again to move toward the gymnasium in underwears but with socks and shoes which is for me too much ridiculous, very more than to wear only an underwear and being bare foot.
 May be you have thought that it is more practical and cleanest to let them wear shoes than to move bare foot. It is true but it is not a good situation because the feeling of nudity or almost nudity for persons when they are wearing shoes is less strong.
And it is stupid to remove some clothes and to pull them on a few time after. I would have liked to imagine them walking bare foot all the time, even if it is a little cold to have no shoes to walk on the floor.
 
You have lost to talk of the watches and any other jewellery that the boys can have on their body and it is important that they have to remove all things at the start of the process except their underwear as you have imagined it to be completely in the buff after when they have to remove the last cloth in the gymnasium.  
Personnally I would have liked to hear the sergeant yell after them because they have not spontaneously removed their watches and other jewelleries and shouting that they must remove all except underwear including watches and so on with a comment accompanied by a grin on his face about the fact they don't need anything else than their underwears for the following part of the process.  
 
- in the gymnasium, I like the crowd and the feeling of a little chaos with group of boys everywhere going to the booths or walking quickly to the tents when they hear the order concerning their group and the fact that they don't know what happens inside each tent and of course a lot of girls going everywhere like they wanted and a lot of male and female supervisers.
 
I like very much the idea of military matrons in the tent station four and the relation of the tests for physical fitness. I find very malicious the fact that the tent has only three sides, the fourth being opened to the bleachers where there is a large audience of girls and women.
of course even if the whole situation in the gymnasium is not completely plausible, while some points can be argued as plausible, that one is not.  I would have admitted as plausible that some girls can peek or spy to have a look at the boys tests by standing on the sides or looking inside the tent each time that there would be an opening of a side or by any other way but not that they are invited by the military authorities to sit on the bleachers just face to the boys, and this is not only some teachers for instance which would have been less humiliating and more plausible as adults in charge of the supervision of the boys but a large audience largely composed of girl's students and this audience is not invited to be quiet for not disturb the tests like it would normally be but on the opposite to shout, to applause like girls cheerladers at a sport game and to make loudly comments on the anatomy of the boys. It is funny but totally incredible.
 
- I am wondering why you have not planned that the boys go first to a tent where they are measured, of course in the nude, and I regret that they have the eyes test and the ear test while being still in underwear.
It seems that you do not want to make them walking through the gymnasium completely in the buff, which I can understand because it is very much more plausible to have boys in underwear coming to talk at each booth with military persons than in the nude.  
In the army, for military persons, it is almost normal to have boys, draftees-to-be, standing in front of them in underwear, when it is a part of a process with medical examination. It was not so normal in the nude.  
 
May be at one of the last station nevertheless there could be an order given to the boys to leave their underwear in a bag in the tent to follow the process by going in the nude to the last tent for the examination if they have finished with the booths or to come back in the nude at the room whre they have left their clothes while somebody put the bags with underwears.  
 
Or at least why the boys are not instructed to strip completely when they arrive at each tent even if the examination inside that tent does not require the nudity, it was not a concern for the army !
 
In most of the relations for draft physicals, the young men were naked since the start of the process, so they were naked even for eye's test or ear test or any other exam. It would have ben better in my opinion.  
 
- I like the order given to the last boy who arrive at a tent (and there is always a last one, so there is always one boy forced to do push-ups)  to do push-ups but why not plan also push-ups in the nude when they are so reluctant to remove their last cloth to protect their dignity under the tent four, the sergeant is not enough strict with them, once the boys naked, he could have instructed to them to go first outside of the tent to do ten push-ups in the nude before coming again inside. it could have been a way to leave the girls see the boys in the nude accidentally or occasionnally.   
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Re: DS High (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals
« Reply #231 on: Oct 19th, 2012, 10:21am »
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A few comments on easter_man's comments.
 
There was a purpose in having all those girls watching the Tent Four exercises - it was announced at the beginning that the test was not just for testing physical fitness but also for measuring how much STRESS the boys could cope with. Being naked in front of all those females - particularly their female classmates - maximizes the stress. And encouraging the girls to shout remarks about the boys' bodies and their body parts, made it even more stressful. So the female audience itself played an essential part of the test. Brilliant bit of thinking by LadyLover in my view.
 
I disagree about mentioning Vietnam. This added to the stress and worry of the whole draft process and also made it seem just that much more unfair and a part of a national double standard.
 
Actually, I think walking around in shoes and socks with just undershorts on would make me feel even more exposed and naked than in bare feet, but maybe that's just my hang-up.
 
I think easter_man is factually incorrect when he says, "In most of the relations for draft physicals, the young men were naked since the start of the process". The US Selective Service procedures in the Vietnam War period stipulated that the uniform-of-the-day for pre-induction physicals was to be undershorts, unless a particular exam required nudity.
 
Some of easter_man's other suggestions are interesting and useful!
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Re: DS High (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals
« Reply #232 on: Oct 19th, 2012, 1:02pm »
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Holy shit!!!  
I can't believe what i just read..this was a chapter that surpassed the entire story..
Fuck hillary mantel, the (naked) man Booker prize goes to LadyLover...
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DSH (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals, Part 2
« Reply #233 on: Oct 19th, 2012, 3:43pm »
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Double Standard High: Pre-Draft Physicals, Part 2
 
Starring two Senior schoolboys:
 
Frederick: Medium height and chubby, with short, blonde hair and blue eyes
 
Mike: Six feet tall, muscular and athletic, with dark-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
And featuring a few of their classmates, including:
 
Lucy (Miss Popular): Nearly six-feet tall, with a curvy figure, black hair and eyes
 
Nancy (The Fan): Medium height and slender, with blonde hair and blue eyes
 
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“HOTEL SQUAD TO STATION ONE.”
 
Mike walked away from Station Four in a daze. He had left his dignity in that tent. Forgetting his promise to meet Nancy, he checked his assignment sheet and then wobbled his way towards the Marines booth. Before he reached it, he heard,
 
“FOXTROT SQUAD TO STATION THREE. ECHO SQUAD TO STATION FIVE.”
 
Already!? I wonder what torture they have in store for us this time, Mike worried.
 
He was the third boy to arrive, behind David and Freddy, whose tighty-whiteys were still stretched by his uncontrolled erection. The last arrival was Tom, a tall young man on the varsity basketball team whose face was still flush. Mike wasn’t sure if it was from the exercise or embarrassment of Station Four.
 
“Drop and give me ten,” ordered Sergeant Clarke.
 
As he knelt to start his pushups, Tom was surrounded by a small crowd of schoolgirls. They had followed the boys from Station Four, which was inactive while the five military matrons took a break. Still excited by what they had just witnessed, the girls mercilessly teased the poor boy.
 
A dark-haired vixen taunted, “Shouldn’t you be doing that in the nude, Echo Seven?”
 
“Yeah, show us ‘BIG’ Tom again!” joked a blonde-haired lovely.
 
By the time he finished, Tom’s face was even redder than before he started.
 
Mike turned his attention back to the green tent. Below the large ‘STATION 5’ was a smaller sign that read simply, “Vital Signs”. When the tent flap opened, a young Navy nurse with honey-colored hair invited the first three boys inside. A shapely brunette nurse invited Echo One to have a seat on a high, wooden stool. Beside him, a petite and pretty red-headed nurse greeted Echo Two. She immediately spotted Frederick’s stiff dick and kidded, “I'm glad someone’s having a good time today!” The embarrassed boy blushed.
 
While Mike’s gaze was shifting between his nurse’s bright, brown eyes and her beautiful, bountiful breasts, he read her nametag: Jennifer.
 
“Did you give a urine sample today . . .” She glanced at his clipboard. “Mike?”
 
“Yes, Ma’am.”
 
She smiled. “You can call me Jennifer. Was a nurse present when you gave your sample?”
 
Mike liked the way she looked directly into his eyes when she spoke to him. She had a very reassuring, calming manner. He gazed back and smiled. “Yes, Jennifer.”
 
“Good.” She marked it on his sheet and then asked, “Did someone take a blood sample?”
 
“Yes, they did.”
 
“Fine.” She wrote on his sheet again, then set it aside and picked up a sphygmomanometer. In the next few minutes, Jennifer checked his blood pressure, his pulse, and his respiratory rate. Afterwards, she smiled into his grayish eyes and said, “Just one more thing. I need to take your temperature,” she informed him and turned to retrieve her thermometer.
 
Mike’s gut tensed. Here it comes . . ., he thought. Pretty Jennifer is going to say, “Now drop your underpants, Mike, and bend over.”
 
When she turned back, his pretty nurse saw how nervous he looked and knew what he was thinking. She laughed with a grin that amplified the beauty of her face and said, “Don’t worry, Mike!” She showed him the glass thermometer and added, “It’s oral!” then laughed again at the look of relief on his face.
 
A few minutes later, Mike was calmer and more relaxed when he exited the tent. He found Nancy and Lucy waiting for him. Both schoolgirls had those knowing grins that he would have to get used to over the coming weeks. When they realized that they were both waiting for the same boy, there was almost a catfight! But he managed to calm them down, and the pretty pair of lovelies accompanied him while he finished filling-out his assignment sheet. The trio ended up hanging around the USO booth with their male teachers/escorts when the loudspeaker announced,
 
“ECHO COMPANY TO STATION SIX.”
 
Mike took a deep breath. “This is it,” he said. “The final item on my sheet.”
 
The girls grinned and followed him towards the white Red Cross curtain in front of the far bleachers. Mike was the last to arrive at ‘STATION 6’, and Sergeant Clarke made him, “Drop and give me ten!” A small crowd of girls gathered again, including Nancy, Lucy, Amy, and Maureen. The schoolgirls paused to watch Mike do pushups in his tighty-whiteys. As usual, they giggled and mildly taunted him while he paid his punishment.
 
When Mike was back in line again, he looked for the usual explanatory sign but there was none, just the large ‘STATION 6’ banner and a Red Cross. He was relieved to see, however, that whatever was happening behind curtain number six, it would be in private. On each side of the ceiling-to-floor curtain were floor stands with signs that stated in bold red lettering, ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE.
 
The group of girls noticed the signs at the same time as Mike, and they began to grumble and gripe.
 
They were still complaining when the tent flap opened, and Mike was dismayed to see Sheila the She-Wolf emerge from the canvas lair. SHEILA!? What the HELL is SHE doing here? The She-Wolf was a smug and superior office secretary at the high school whom Mike absolutely detested. When he was a Junior, she had caught him rushing from baseball practice to his Home Room. He had every right to be there – the coach had mistakenly let practice run too late – but she wouldn’t listen to any excuses as she scolded and berated him. Mike’s rising skill and popularity as a baseball star had gone to his head. He haughtily growled at her, “Mind your own business! What do YOU know about it? You are ONLY a secretary!” He spitefully spat the word ‘secretary’. She made sure he got detention for it, of course. They had been enemies ever since.
 
As Mike warily watched her approach, he grudgingly admitted that she was an attractive woman. She was about thirty years old and had short, light-brown hair with lighter highlights and straight bangs that covered her forehead. Her hair framed her oval face and highlighted her startlingly-green eyes. The same eyes that narrowed every time she saw him in the hallway. Sheila was looking unusually sexy today! She was wearing a slate-gray, mini dress that tightly hugged her 34B breasts. It was much more provocative than the thigh-length drab skirts she normally wore. When she spotted Mike standing at the front of the line, she grinned! A grin that gave Mike an icy shiver down his back.
 
“Hello, Michael,” she purred as her lips held that fiendish grin. He hated being called ‘Michael’, which was exactly why she always called him that.
 
Not understanding why she seemed so pleased to see him, Mike replied suspiciously, “Hi . . .?”
 
You’re next, huh?”
 
“Y-yes.”  
 
His timid tone made her chuckle. “I’ve been looking forward to this . . .”
 
Lucy interrupted. “How come we can’t watch from the bleachers?” she crabbily questioned.
 
Sheila’s grin disappeared. She whipped around and scowled at the schoolgirl. “WHAT?” the She-Wolf snarled.
 
Lucy pointed at the ‘ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE’ signs. “WHY can’t we watch from the bleachers?” she repeated.
 
“Because NO ONE . . .’ Sheila started to snap back. But then she stopped and glanced at Mike. Immediately, the fiendish grin returned to her comely face. Like Dr. Seuss’s Grinch Who Stole Christmas, at that moment she seemed to get ‘an idea . . . an awful idea. [Sheila] got a wonderful awful idea.’ Pretending to be annoyed, she groused, “Because no one removed the signs! Useless custodians! They were supposed to store them away before the fair. Michael and . . . what’s your name?”
 
“Frederick,” said Echo Two.
 
“Michael and Frederick, please carry these signs over to the corner. They’re not supposed to be here.”
 
Mike was sure that she was lying, but there was no way he could prove it. He reluctantly carried one of the signs towards the end of the bleachers, with Freddy following with the second one. Behind him, he heard the She-Wolf say, “You can go up onto the bleachers now, girls, but please do it quietly.”
 
As Mike was returning, he met Gwendolyn, his young and beautiful Calculus teacher, who looked him up and down before smilingly saying, “Hi, Mike!”
 
SHE’S SEEN ME NAKED!  Mike’s brain shouted incredulously. “Hi, Gwen,” he shyly replied. As she climbed the bleachers, he admired her long legs, shimmering in silky pantyhose, from her ankles to her upper thighs. She disappeared behind the curtain, and Mike felt a leaden lump in the pit of his stomach with this acknowledgement that whatever was going on in Station Six WAS going to be observed by another audience of his female teachers and schoolmates.
 
OH . . . SHIT.
 
“Are you ready, Michael?” said Sheila sweetly.
 
“I guess so . . .”
 
She took his clipboard and then held the curtain open for him. Mike heard a woman’s voice from inside saying, “. . . let you stay, but I will remind you that this is not Station Four. You must remain quietly seated or I will ask you to leave.”
 
The fearful schoolboy walked to the tent flap and halted. He could not take another step. RUN AWAY! a voice in his head screamed. DO IT NOW! RUN AWAY! Mike couldn’t move, in or out. He just froze in place and trembled. The bleachers on this side of the gym were divided by a walkway that led to a double-door marked JANITOR. In the center of the gap was a high examination table, where a very tall, middle-aged woman wearing a white lab coat over a black, knee-length dress, waited for him. She gestured towards a blue folding chair next to the right bleachers and instructed, “Please remove your shoes and stockings, and then hop up here on the table.”
 
Mike still couldn’t move. He looked at the surrounding bleachers as panic froze his spine. On both sides of the examination table, and rising over it, were the grinning faces of dozens of schoolgirls and several female teachers. He saw Sally, his Trig teacher first, to his right, sitting beside and slightly above the table. Beside her was Gwen, his cute Calculus instructor. Behind them sat Lucy and Nancy, who silently waved. The next row held several pretty girls whose names he could not remember, and behind them was Viv, his Home Room buddy. On the left, he spotted Gloria and her amorous brunette friend, Tracy, Carol, Paula, and beside her was Debbi, another cheerleader. He didn’t see Vicky and her camera or Mrs. Fickett but suspected they were around somewhere. There were two or more schoolgirls in every row, on both sides, from floor to nearly the ceiling, all lining the hallway and all looking over or down expectantly at the boy in his white underpants. There were not as many women as at Station Four, but at that torture chamber there had been nine boys sharing the spotlight. Here, all eyes were on him. Alone.
 
Sheila finally placed a hand on his bottom and forced him forward. “Hurry up, we have to keep this moving!” she goaded. “Shoes and socks off. Quck!”
 
Mike sat. In a daze, he obeyed. He noticed that the curtain dampened sounds from the rest of the gym, and it was surprisingly quiet between the bleacher walls. Except for the pounding of his pulse in his ears. The all-girl audience waited impatiently and watched silently. When Mike was barefoot, he stood up with only his trusty tighty-whiteys giving him minimal coverage. Sheila took a long, lingering look down, snickered at the small bulge hiding in his underpants, and then led him to the examination table.
 
“His name’s Michael,” she introduced him.
 
Mike was too nervous to correct her.
 
“Hello, Michael. I am Doctor Thoreau. Please have a seat on the table.” She was amazingly tall, even taller than Mike, and he guessed she was about six-foot-four. Her mousey, brown hair was gathered in a bun at the back of her neck, beneath a white nurse’s cap. She had reassuring brown eyes.
 
The table was about four feet off the floor, and Mike had to hoist himself onto it. He sat facing the left side, where he spotted Mrs. Fickett clumsily climbing the bleachers. As she plopped down, she looked relieved to see that she hadn’t missed anything.
 
Sheila turned towards a rolling table, then picked up a blank form and secured it to his clipboard over his assignment sheet. After selecting a yellow, #2 pencil, the secretary waited with it poised over the form.
 
“I’ll be giving you a brief physical examination this afternoon, Michael," the doctor explained. "Let me know if you have any questions, OK?”
 
“OK.”
 
Doctor Thoreau listened to Mike’s heart and lungs through a stethoscope. She used both hands to feel the glands in his throat, then flashed a light in his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. After each check, she said, “Satisfactory,” to the secretary, who made a check mark on Mike’s chart.
 
“Now turn and lie back on the table.”
 
While the doctor jotted some notes on Mike’s medical form, the anxious boy began to recline with his feet towards the curtain.
 
“No, lie the other way,” instructed the She-Wolf. When the stage-frightened boy turned around and lowered his head onto the sheet, he looked up and directly into the faces of his audience, who watched in quiet anticipation. He felt like a man about to be sacrificed by a tribe of Amazon women.
 
Doctor Thoreau returned the clipboard to Sheila, then lifted Mike’s left arm and asked him to touch each fingertip with his thumb. She pulled each finger back slightly, rotated his wrist, and bent his elbow. With his arm held in the air, she felt his muscles and bones from his shoulder to his wrist. Then she walked around and repeated everything with his right arm. His toes were next. She had him wiggle them, she separated them, and then rotated his ankle and crooked his knee. She squeezed his left ankle and then squeezed higher and higher, up his calf, over his knee, and up his thigh. She did not stop until Mike felt the back of her hand resting against his balls, nestling in their tight white hiding place. She repeated the procedure up his right leg.
 
‘Now I’m going to palpate your abdomen,” she informed him. “Let me know if you feel any pain, or if I push too hard.”
 
“OK,” he replied meekly.
 
She prodded him all over his chest, his liver, his lungs, down to his stomach and then to his belly. As her hands slid lower and lower, Mike’s blood pressure rose higher and higher. He suspected . . . no, he just knew . . . that in a moment the doctor’s hands were going to slide under his underpants. Right in front of his classmates. In front of some of his teachers!
 
From flat on his back, Mike glanced up at Sheila, and the grin that she grinned into his eyes made him cringe. He felt the doctor’s hands prodding below his belly button, and his pupils dilated in fright.  
 
Sheila almost laughed aloud to see the look of fear in Michael’s eyes. THIS will teach you to call me ‘ONLY a secretary!’ She glanced up at the schoolgirls, who were leaning over the safety railings as they watched Doctor Thoreau’s hands moving lower and lower on the boy’s body. What a brilliant idea to let them watch! Oh, Michael, we are going to give them a show that YOU won’t soon forget! You little bastard.
 
Mike realized now why the She-Wolf had looked so pleased when she saw him. Her revenge would be watching Doctor Thoreau’s hands disappear under his underpants and then the look in his eyes while his balls were examined by the doctor’s fingertips. He gritted his teeth. Well, that’s not going to happen, She-Bitch! He vowed that he would close his eyes when he felt the doctor’s hands slide under his tighty-whiteys, and he was going to KEEP them closed until she was done.
 
When it happened, it was much worse than Mike had imagined.
 
“Satisfactory,” said Doctor Thoreau. When Sheila had made her check-mark, the doctor looked towards the pretty school secretary and said, “OK, Kim, I’m ready for you.”
 
HUH? What does she mean? Mike wondered fearfully as Sheila set the clipboard on the rolling table. With mounting dread, he watched her approach the middle of the exam table. She stopped by his left thigh, and her fingertips tickled his belly as she grasped the waistband of his tighty-whiteys with both hands. Mike’s eyes were not closed as he had vowed. They were wide open and staring at Sheila as she paused to leer at him, to see the look of horror on his face as he realized what she was about to do.
 
Mike’s pitiful eyes pleaded with her, Oh, please, please don’t do it, Sheila! PLEASE . . .
 
The dozens of schoolgirls looking down upon him seemed to be holding their breath.
 
The She-Wolf gave him a lusty grin when she knew that HE knew. She looked down towards his crotch, and Mike suddenly felt cold, cold air on his warm genitals as she pulled his underpants up and then stretched them down. WAY down. Down below his balls, below his thighs!
 
“Ohhh!” he gasped, astounded at being so quickly and utterly exposed.
 
There was an echoing intake of breath from the surrounding women.
 
His flaccid penis and once-secret balls were once again bared to many of the girls in his Senior class and a few of his teachers. He didn’t want to but could not resist looking up at their faces. Almost every eye was aimed where his underpants used to be. Gawking. Staring. Some with smiles, many with grins, and a few with looks of shocked amazement on their faces. They must have missed Station Four, he thought.
 
One dark-haired beauty turned and looked into his eyes. Deborah! She’s here too!? He instantly recognized the face of the baseball team’s petite but well-built manager, and Coach Tinker’s personal assistant. Deborah’s dark eyes were wide open and sparkling, her face was flushed, and her lips separated into a toothy, jubilant grin. I can see your PENIS! her excited demeanor seemed to shout, right before her gaze returned to his lap for another stare.
 
“Oops, looks like you’re caught, Michael,” said Sheila. The attractive woman reached down and fluffed his genitals!  Her thumb twiddled the tip of Mike’s drooping penis, and she flicked it, while her fingers burrowed under his balls and freed them from his thighs. SHEILA is touching me! he inwardly groaned.
 
Time was at a standstill. What’s taking so long? Mike wondered. He had been exposed just moments earlier, but to him and his pounding heart, it already seemed to have lasted an hour. He scowled down at Sheila, who continued holding his underpants wide open. Betrayer! BITCH! She was testing the limits of his underpants’ elastic waistband and staring boldly, unashamedly at what was once hidden beneath. Mike’s head spun. The school office secretary was holding his underpants open and peering at his penis! And she was loving it. Reveling in her ability to embarrass him. Sheila turned her head for a moment, and her bright green eyes lasered a look of triumph into his shocked and wide-open gray ones. Mike saw Sheila almost every day, hustling through the hallways as she ran errands for the senior staff. She wasn’t hurrying today, however, as she stretched his underpants open and gave the Senior schoolgirls a long, leisurely, lingering look at his lap.  
 
Then his situation got even worse.
 
Now that he was completely exposed, Mike felt Doctor Thoreau’s warm left hand glide down his belly. He looked down and watched. Like a gardener preparing to pluck a head of lettuce from the soil, her long fingers slid under his genitals and encircled the root of his manhood. She expertly scooped up his penis and scrotum and raised them away from his body, holding them in her left hand like an embarrassing bouquet of boy-parts. ALL of his most private possessions, bared and held aloft in tribute to the watching women. This CAN’T be happening, he sobbed.  Mike experienced the light touch of the doctor’s fingertips on his balls as she gently but firmly examined his testicles. Peering down, he saw his soft penis, held upright by her thumb as she fondled his balls, wiggling and jiggling obscenely in her hand, dancing and prancing for the girls’ entertainment. Doctor Thoreau rolled his scrotum this way and that and caressed the baby-soft skin. Her dexterous fingers isolated one of his juicy plums and checked to see if it was firm and ripe. When she had satisfied her curiosity, she captured his other plum and repeated her maturation inspection.
 
A floorboard of the bleachers to his left creaked. Mike rolled his eyes in that direction and saw Gloria staring at his captive, cavorting cock. She looked his way, chuckled silently, and winked at him. Girls around her noticed his gaze and grinned at him. His Home Room teacher, Carol, smiled and nodded before resuming her cock watch. Tracy, his playful neighbor, had a look of bewilderment on her face; however, when she saw him looking her way, she gave him a sympathetic smile before returning her gaze lower.
 
While Mike had his head turned to his left, his body was lurching slightly from side-to-side as Doctor Thoreau manipulated his balls. Gorgeous Paula, the blonde bombshell and varsity cheerleader, was sitting directly beside her stripped schoolmate’s head. Mike looked her over. She was breathtaking, ravishing in a very short, low-cut black mini dress with white trim. He ogled her as his body shook. Even Paula was staring at his lewdly wiggling dick! But then he watched her gaze glide up his body to his eyes. She gave him a sexy and sympathetic grin, with deep eye contact.
 
At the same time, Doctor Thoreau, who was still presenting Billy’s genitals in her left hand like an X-rated boy-parts bouquet, turned her attention to his penis. As he felt the fingers of the doctor’s right hand slide from his plums, up his smooth stem, to the top of his little pink rosebud, Mike experienced a lurid fantasy. Staring into Paula’s lovely blue eyes, Mike’s overwrought brain imagined that it was Paula’s fingers that were gliding over his cock. He began to erect immediately.
 
His penis was quickly growing in Doctor Thoreau’s hands as she moved his cock to-and-fro, examining his shaft. He was soon stiff enough that she could release his genitals from her left hand and let him stand on his own, only holding his rubbery shaft steady as she ran her fingertips all over every part of his penis.
 
Mike was still gazing into Paula’s eyes, swaying slightly from side-to-side, and feeling the doctor’s fingers on his cock when Debbi gave her a nudge and pointed at his inflating friend. Paula stared, and then looked into Mike’s eyes again and grinned. She seemed to realize that she had caused his excitement, and it pleased her.  
 
As she resumed staring at his cock, Mike looked down, too. Sheila was alternately staring at his cock and peering at his face, still with the triumphant, bitchy grin. Doctor Thoreau pointed his lengthening penis skyward and gently pinched open his urethra opening. Satisfied, her fingers ran over the surface of his cock head, all over, and his hips inadvertently jerked at the excitement her touch caused. For the first time. some of the watching girls giggled to see the effect the doctor’s fingers were having on their stiffening school chum. When she finally released him, Mike was breathing rapidly, almost panting, and his bright-pink penis was fully engorged and vibrating to the rhythm of his pounding pulse.
 
Doctor Thoreau turned and picked up Mike’s clipboard, but Sheila continued to hold his underpants wide-open! She persisted in presenting his pulsating penis for the pleasure of his female friends! Mike scowled down at the She-Wolf, but she just grinned and kept exhibiting his body.
 
“Sheeiilaa . . .” he snarled.
 
The doctor turned and said, “Oh, sorry Sheila. You can replace his underpants now. I have finished his examination.”
 
“Alright, WHOOPS!” The She-Wolf 'accidentally' let go of Mike’s stretched underpants, and they slapped back into place and painfully smacked his stiff cock. SWACK!
 
“OW!” he yelped.
 
“Oh, be careful,” Doctor Thorough belatedly cautioned. “Are you all right, Mike?”
 
“Yeah . . .” he grumbled.
 
While the doctor turned back to her paperwork, Sheila lifted Mike’s underpants off his cock and stretched them down again with one hand while stroking his stiff and sore penis in a very UN-medical way. “Oh, sorry, Mike,” she insincerely apologized while his body twitched.  “I hope I didn’t hurt it; but after all, I am ONLY a secretary, you know.”  
 
Mike gave her a malevolent stare, but her teasing touch made him breathless. Then his whole body flinched as she dragged her thumb back-and-forth across his sensitive tip. She grinned mischievously and then carefully stowed him away in his tighty-whiteys.
 
Mike got up and started for the chair, where his shoes and socks waited. As soon as he sat down, Sheila said, "Oh, no, Michael. We're not done yet!"
 
He looked like he was going to cry, and she laughed.
 
"Come over and stand in front of me."
 
When Mike was facing his beautiful, vengeful nemesis, standing near the end of the table, she said, "Pull your underpants down."
 
He stared at her. "WHY?"
 
Doctor Thoreau explained, "I have to give you a hernia test."
 
Mike pulled his underpants down to the floor. With his erect cock standing straight upright, he endured the test while the schoolgirls enjoyed another visual treat. The doctor also made him bend slowly over the table while she checked the straightness of his spine.
 
"Spread your bottom open," she ordered, and the boy experienced one last humiliation in front of his classmates as she checked his rectum.
 
When Mike exited the tent, the eyes of the eight waiting boys opened wide when they saw him. Echo One’s face was bright red! And despite his attempts to hide his crotch with the clipboard, the guys spotted the missile-shaped bulge that stretched the front of his tighty-whiteys. Mike quickly handed his clipboard to Sergeant Clarke and fled the gymnasium to retrieve his clothes in the lobby.
 
Sheila emerged from the tent and flashed Frederick her fiendish grin. “Next . . .” she purred.
 
 Shocked  Shocked  Shocked
 
That evening, Mike was hiding in his bedroom, trying unsuccessfully to read a novel while his mind kept replaying his mortifying, embarrassing day at DSH.
 
“MIKE! COME DOWN – QUICK!” his father called from downstairs.
 
What now? Mike wondered as he jogged downstairs.
 
He found his Mom and Dad in their usual places on the living room couch, watching the evening news. His pesky, 16-year-old sister, Trish, was there too, along with her cute, nubile friend, Betty.
 
“What’s up?” he asked.
 
“Shhh!” his mother hushed him as she pointed towards their twenty-inch RCA television.
 
He glanced over and then sat heavily on the floor and leaned back against the couch. They were watching Channel 5 News, and beautiful Amber Crozetti was on the screen.
 
“. . . at Donna Simpson High today to cover the event,” she said, and then her beautiful face was replaced by a film of the DSH pool.
 
There was a buzzing in Mike’s ears, and he couldn’t hear the sound. But he could see the video.
 
"Oh, there's Mrs. Barnes!" said his Mom as their neighbor walked into view.
 
The movie camera shifted as three boys bashfully walked into the room and halted with their mouths agape. SHIT! It was him, David, and Richie, looking stupid and obviously naked, although they were partially covered by the black bar across the width of the screen that Amber had promised. It was little comfort.
 
Trish giggled. “Were you naked?” she asked her older brother.
 
Mike ignored her. Isn’t it obvious, idiot?
 
While they watched, the film alternately focused on Nurse Barnes as she answered a question, and then back to a close-up of the boys. Suddenly, unexpectedly, nightmarishly, and to Mike’s absolute horror, the black bar blinked! Off. For the smallest fraction of a second, anyone who happened to be watching closely at that split second got a peek-a-boo glance at three very naked, exceptionally aroused, schoolboys!
 
Mike felt faint. TELL me that didn't happen! he cried inside, but he could tell by the astonished looks on the girls’ faces and the utter silence in the room that they had seen, too. Him. NAKED! Mike didn’t want to watch any more. He wanted to crawl back into his room and hide under the bed for the rest of his life. But he couldn’t move a muscle. The movie camera was focused on Nurse Barnes again. When she paused for another question, the camera panned back and zoomed in on Mike, David, and Richie. But something was HORRIBLY, TERRIBLY WRONG! There was no black bar! For one second . . . Mike’s father saw his son, naked on TV . . . two seconds . . . his mother remembered bathing him as a small boy . . . three seconds . . . his sister gawked at three completely-bare boys, and one of them was her brother! . . . four seconds . . . Betty stared, transfixed, at the three gleaming, pink cocks stretching for the sky! . . . five seconds.
 
The film abruptly cut out, and Amber Crozetti’s flustered face appeared. “Obviously, we've had technical difficulties with our film,” she said. “We apologize for this and hope we have not offended anyone.”
 
The station cut to commercial, and Mike slinked back to his room as, behind him, his family's stunned silence gradually changed to incredulous laughter.
 
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« Reply #234 on: Oct 19th, 2012, 6:25pm »
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Hmm, no mention of testing for stress in THIS exam. How can you justify all those female observers at Tent Six?
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You really need to write a novel..  This is the best.
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... or even a screenplay Smiley
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Too bad we'll never see stuff like this in movies.
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« Reply #238 on: Oct 20th, 2012, 10:41pm »
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LadyLover,
Part of me likes this 2-part story. Another part of me is anxiously awaiting the segment which will take place, in 1999!
You wrote it very well! The girls reactions are normal female responses. I do think, though, that at least some of them would have been sympathetic, which you had a couple of girls   display, with their eyes. They didn't stop looking, though!
I'm happy that I never had to go through anything like this. My ideal form of high school CFNM ( at least now) would be for a girl to assist in, and fully observe my school physical exam, which I presented in a fictional story of my own, in 2009. I shared it with you, and hope it had a positive influence on your story!  
Finally, the technical difficulties, which exposed the boys on TV, were the limit! It was good that VCR's, and Betamaxes were still a few years away, in the early-mid 1970's!!
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« Reply #239 on: Oct 21st, 2012, 5:34pm »
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Thanks for the story!
 
I enjoyed part 2, and much of 3. Before talking about impressions of certain parts, may I suggest:
 
The girls and boys who "connected" during the physicals - you could do a spinoff/followup about their future connections. Such a story would be too sexual for this board and a better fit for literotica.com, where you would have to say everyone is 18 or older or they might not post it.
 
Best parts:  #2 and sections of #3.
 
Worst part: the girls washing the boys in #1. I was almost expecting the girls to make the boys wear diapers after that!  
 
Problems with #3: a bit too unbelievable
 
The draft ended in 1973; May 1973 if I recall correctly (I was elgible for being drafted that year, so I remember).  
 
The military was very unpopular in 1973, so would not have held a recruitment fair.  
 
Instead of a military fair, what would have been far more believable would be that the boy's physical - by long-standing school board policy (a leftover of the draft era) - included a few extra things that are done in draft physicals. This would include exercises but exclude eye tests as those were done in the morning. At DSH, these extras would be done in the gym - all the boys at once and all completely naked - while all the girls sit in the bleachers and watch and enjoy.  
 
Let me say however that it is your story to spin as you wish, and thanks for writing and sharing it with us all!
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I recall President Richard Nixon calling a halt to inductions, after former President Harry Truman died, 12/26/72. To the best of my recollection, he never lifted the moratorium, and, in effect, ended the draft. It might have been officially done in May, 1973, as you say.  
President Ronald Reagan reinstuted draft sign ups for young men, but not active conscriptions.
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Re: DSH (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals, Part 2
« Reply #241 on: Oct 22nd, 2012, 11:18am »
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Hello everyone,
 
Thank you for all of your suggestions and comments regarding the DSH physicals! I had to take a break from all the writing I did last week, but I have been reading your messages and thinking about my responses all weekend. So, let's get right to it:
 
 
Jeepman89 Wrote Quote:
Brilliant chapter!  This is genius.

SteveH Wrote Quote:
Outrageous, preposterous, unbelievable. I love it

Easter_man_10 Wrote Quote:
it is really very brillant and very funny to read it.

SteveH Wrote Quote:
Brilliant bit of thinking by LadyLover in my view.

Handyman Wrote Quote:
Holy shit!!!  
I can't believe what i just read..this was a chapter that surpassed the entire story..

SingleDonald Wrote Quote:
Part of me likes this 2-part story. Another part of me is anxiously awaiting the segment which will take place, in 1999!  
You wrote it very well!

Spaceout Wrote Quote:
Thanks for the story!

Obviously, you are all gentlemen with impeccable taste. Thank you for your comments. I couldn't agree more! Wink
 
 
 
SteveH Wrote Quote:
What is the really unbelievable part is, of course, that there were any girls at all making the rounds of the recruiters' tents. Surely they would all have made a bee-line for Tent Four and stayed there throughout the session?

To answer this question, in the last installment I wrote: "As he knelt to start his pushups, Tom was surrounded by a small crowd of schoolgirls. They had followed the boys from Station Four, which was inactive while the five military matrons took a break."
 
I had assumed that a) the latest arrivals would not immediately know about Station Four; b) some girls would want to stay with their favorite boy(s); c) some girls would want to chat with the recruiters; d) Station Four would not be constantly in use.
 
But you are correct: why would any of the girls go anywhere else if they knew about Station Four and there were boys "entertaining" there?
 
 
 
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I have preferred if the boys had been summoned for the pre-draft physicals without any reference to the Vietnam war.

Let's talk about the Vietnam War and the draft. I was thinking exactly what SteveH wrote: "I disagree about mentioning Vietnam. This added to the stress and worry of the whole draft process and also made it seem just that much more unfair and a part of a national double standard."  
 
Since the DSH stories take place in the early 1970s, I could not ignore the Vietnam War. And the draft was and is the ultimate double standard in the United States: men have to sign up; women do not.
 
I mentioned the possibility of Mike being shipped to Vietnam or killed in combat to add an extra element of nervousness and stress to the boys.
 
Spaceout wrote: "The draft ended in 1973; May 1973 if I recall correctly (I was elgible for being drafted that year, so I remember). The military was very unpopular in 1973, so would not have held a recruitment fair."
 
This takes place in January 1973, and even if there was a moratorium on the draft, as SingleDonald mentioned, I suspected that the Selective Service might have continued with pre-draft functions just in case it was reinstated, or at least until it was officially ended. This event at DSH supposedly took place within two or three weeks of Harry Truman's death. It would have taken a lot of pre-event planning and probably would not have been canceled.
 
Also, I know how unpopular the military was in 1973 (I started high school in 1974), but I would have thought that if the military, who were still fighting a war - albeit unpopular - feared the draft was ending, they would need to do some drastic recruiting.  Undecided  
 
 
 
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I think that it would have been good for the double standard if there would have been a roll call and a registration for both girls and boys but not in the same state of undress. It would have been logical because it is necessary to know who are the girls present.

I thought my way emphasized the double standard better:
 
Mike: Stands at attention in his underwear
Lucy: Sits and relaxes while fully dressed
 
Mike: We don't care about your name. You are Echo One
Lucy: We don't need to know your name. Have fun!
 
Mike: March to the gym.
Lucy: Follow along.
 
Mike: You WILL be at all designated places at the designated times.
Lucy: Go anywhere you want. Enjoy yourself!
 
 
 
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But there is one thing that I don't like, it is the fact that the boys after having removed their socks and shoes before removing the other clothes pull them on again to move toward the gymnasium in underwears but with socks and shoes which is for me too much ridiculous, very more than to wear only an underwear and being bare foot.

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Actually, I think walking around in shoes and socks with just undershorts on would make me feel even more exposed and naked than in bare feet, but maybe that's just my hang-up.

Actually, the reason the boys wore shoes is more boring than to make them feel more, or less, naked. I try to make the stories at least somewhat believable (really, I do!) by putting myself in that situation - in this case the fair organisers. Would they consider it more practical for the boys to wear footgear or go barefoot? I decided on shoes, because with all of those women in heels and men in dress shoes or even combat boots, all rushing about and vying for a spot at the booths, the boys' fragile toes would get crushed!
 
 
 
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I find very malicious the fact that the tent has only three sides, the fourth being opened to the bleachers where there is a large audience of girls and women.  
of course even if the whole situation in the gymnasium is not completely plausible, while some points can be argued as plausible, that one is not.

SteveH Wrote Quote:
Outrageous, preposterous, unbelievable.

Spaceout Wrote Quote:
Problems with #3: a bit too unbelievable

 
In my defense, I submit the following statements in evidence:
 
In 1973, or as recently as 2000, I would have received the same responses - or worse - if I had written a fictional story that depicted U.S. soldiers forcing male prisoners of war to strip off all their clothes, masturbate, and form naked human pyramids in front of female soldiers. But starting in 2004, that is exactly what happened at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq.  
 
In 1973, or as recently as 2000, I would have received the same responses - or worse - if I had written a fictional story about a pervert who called a restaurant pretending to be a police officer and convinced the manager to make an 18-year-old female employee strip off her clothes in the office. Even more incredible, in my fictional account, the fake policeman convinced them to leave the naked girl in the care of a man and then coaxed the girl into giving the man oral sex! Yet, that is precisely what happened to Louise Ogborn on April 9, 2004.
 
Lastly, have you checked out Brad's Historical Archives on Nude Male Swimming? Despite the photographic and eye-witness evidence that naked boys swam in the presence of clothed women and girls, there are still people who don't believe it. At the time, this was not considered to be outrageous behavior: it was normal.
 
Never say never!
 
 
 
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- I am wondering why you have not planned that the boys go first to a tent where they are measured, of course in the nude,

I already had the nurse-trainees measure the boys during the "school" physical, and just like the urine and blood samples, these will be shared with the military.
 
 
 
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Or at least why the boys are not instructed to strip completely when they arrive at each tent even if the examination inside that tent does not require the nudity, it was not a concern for the army !

I struggled with this question for Station Six. Should I have had Mike strip naked before entering the tent or after entering the tent? It would seem more logical than having him lie on the table while still wearing his underwear. I let him keep his tighty-whiteys because it built suspense towards the moment when he actually lost them, and allowing vengeful Sheila to pull them down and hold them open while his classmates watched seemed naughtier.  Grin
 
 
 
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Hmm, no mention of testing for stress in THIS exam. How can you justify all those female observers at Tent Six?

Steve, this question bothered me more than any other, because I thought I had answered it in the story - obviously, I did not!
 
I think I did a good job explaining that Sheila was vengeful towards Mike because he had called her "ONLY a secretary." There were not supposed to be female observers at Tent Six - that's why the 'Absolutely No Admittance' signs were in place. Sheila moved the signs when she got a "wonderful awful idea" to further humiliate Mike by allowing his classmates to watch his examination.  
 
So, I think your question is, "Why didn't Doctor Thoreau kick them out?" That is a good question. I had a marginally plausible reason why she allowed the women to stay, but apparently did not succeed in convincing/informing you.
 
I hinted at my reasoning in the story:
 
1) The place was bustling, and Dr. Thoreau had already examined 36 boys (Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Delta Squads) and had at least 27 more boys to go (Echo, Foxtrot, Golf). She also had more boys arriving on the third bus.
 
2) Just before Mike goes into the tent, he sees Gwen, one of his teachers, climb the bleachers and join the audience.
 
3) As Mike enters the tent, he hears Dr. Thoreau say, ". . let you stay, but I will remind you that this is not Station Four. You must remain quietly seated or I will ask you to leave.”
 
4) Sheila tells Mike, "“Hurry up, we have to keep this moving!”
 
This is what I was trying to say: Dr. Thoreau was rushed. When she saw the schoolgirls climbing the bleachers, she scolded them and told them to leave; however, when she saw their escorts climbing the bleachers as well, she thought, "As long as their teachers don't mind, it's none of my business. I am too busy to worry about them. Now, WHERE is the next boy?"
 
Does this sound logical, Steve? Would my reasoning have made more sense if I had written it like this:
 
Dr. Thoreau was too busy to argue with the teachers and wait while they exited the bleachers. She simply said, "Alright, I'll let you stay, but I will remind you that this is not Station Four. You must remain quietly seated or I will ask you to leave.”  
 
 
 
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Fuck hillary mantel, the (naked) man Booker prize goes to LadyLover...

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You really need to write a novel..  This is the best.

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... or even a screenplay

Jeepman89 Wrote Quote:
Too bad we'll never see stuff like this in movies.

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The girls and boys who "connected" during the physicals - you could do a spinoff/followup about their future connections. Such a story would be too sexual for this board and a better fit for literotica.com, where you would have to say everyone is 18 or older or they might not post it.

I have published two non-fiction eBooks and am practicing for my first novel by writing stories here on VSFW. Your feedback, both positive and negative, helps me to learn what I get right and what I am doing wrong.
 
I publish eBooks using Smashwords(www.smashwords.com). Just to put things in perspective, this is how my 4-part story on DSH medical exam compares with a few erotic eBooks published on Smashwords today:
 
22,150 words, $0.00 Free!
 
75,460 words, $7.19
10,370 words, $2.99
 8,770  words, $3.00
 6,210 words, $2.99
 5,280 words, $2.99
 3,050 words, $1.00
 
Unfortunately, I will not publish these types of stories as eBooks, and that's why you will "never see stuff like this in movies." As Spaceout wrote about Literotica.com, I "would have to say everyone is 18 or older or they might not post it." My favorite CFNM stories - to write as well as to read - feature boys who are early teens to early twenties. I think these are the ages when boys are the most attractive to women, and their reactions to CFNM situations are stronger than for older males because boys in this age group have less worldly experience. But I do not want to deal with the negative fall-out from publishing an eBook on this subject to the general public. You think I get negative comments here! I can just imagine: "Kiddie Porn!" "The author must be gay!" "He's a pedaphile!" "No normal man would enjoy undressing in front of strange women!" "No normal woman wants to see strange men naked!" "He's a sex addict!" "He should be locked up!" "Yuck! Fetish sex!" "The author of [my other books] is leading a sordid double life!" "Pervert!" "I hope he's on the sexual offender list!" "This is why we all need to carry a gun!"
 
This is a strange country I live in . . .
 
I AM considering posting some of the stories I have written for VSFW on Literotica.com, and maybe some new ones. I'll let you know if that happens. My first fictional eBook will probably be an historic adventure - think Indiana Jones or James Bond - with some mild CFNM scenes, some NFCM stuff, violence - you know, the usual thing.
 
 
 
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Worst part: the girls washing the boys in #1. I was almost expecting the girls to make the boys wear diapers after that!

Funny you should mention diapers. Once upon a time, before everyone gave me so many great ideas for double-standard stories, I had considered a scene where a group of "future homemakers" use the boys for diapering practice!
 
 
 
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My ideal form of high school CFNM ( at least now) would be for a girl to assist in, and fully observe my school physical exam, which I presented in a fictional story of my own, in 2009. I shared it with you, and hope it had a positive influence on your story!
 
SingleDonald, your high school physical story certainly DID influence my story, as did Easter_man_10's comment about the school physicals, "In my opinion, the boys in your story  are too often aroused and sexually excited."
 
I tried to make the pre-draft physicals more realistic and emphasized the non-excitement of the boys with scenes like this:
 
“Come ON, Echo Squad. Get 'em UP for us,” a wishful schoolgirl urged them.  
 
Get it UP!? thought Mike, who was wilting as he waited. I couldn’t get it up right now if I wanted to!
 
It would have been fun and funny to have the nine boys on stage with erections while they did calisthenics, but that would have been unrealistic. I doubt even a die-hard CFNM fan could get an erection in those circumstances. I know I couldn't!
 
 
 
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Finally, the technical difficulties, which exposed the boys on TV, were the limit! It was good that VCR's, and Betamaxes were still a few years away, in the early-mid 1970's!!

This has actually occurred in the past! In June of this year, my local Fox News showed a clip of Madonna flashing her nipple onstage in Turkey. This was around 6:30 in the morning, when kids are waking up and getting ready for school, except that there was nothing obscuring her nipple! They quickly yanked the tape and apologized for the mistake, but it was too late to erase the image seared into my mind.
 
 
 
I am hoping to post the next story by the end of this week, but I am a bit dazed after all the writing I did last week! This installment will be called, "Pool Party Surprise".
 
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« Reply #242 on: Oct 22nd, 2012, 7:38pm »
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Would my reasoning have made more sense if I had written it like this:
 
Dr. Thoreau was too busy to argue with the teachers and wait while they exited the bleachers. She simply said, "Alright, I'll let you stay, but I will remind you that this is not Station Four. You must remain quietly seated or I will ask you to leave.”  

 
Being a "bear of little brain", I have to say yes - that would make it clearer and more plausible. I see now the logic of your thinking, but it was a bit too subtle for me. It seemed too unreal that Sheila could get away with removing the signs - which very explicitly forbade visitors - without someone in authority noticing the forbidden visitors and at least trying to correct the situation.
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on Oct 22nd, 2012, 7:38pm, SteveH wrote:
Being a "bear of little brain", I have to say yes - that would make it clearer and more plausible. I see now the logic of your thinking, but it was a bit too subtle for me. It seemed too unreal that Sheila could get away with removing the signs - which very explicitly forbade visitors - without someone in authority noticing the forbidden visitors and at least trying to correct the situation.

SteveH, I think you are more like Yogi Bear than Winnie the Pooh. You know, "smarter than the average bear"!
 
On reflection, I probably should have had Sheila simply turn the sides around so that the "Absolutely No Admittance" was concealed. After the all-girl audience was quietly seated behind the Red Cross curtain, she could have turned the sign around again, and no one would have been the wiser. Sheila's not too smart, and neither is her inventor!  Tongue
 
I think she wasn't thinking clearly in her haste to stretch Mike's tighty-whiteys down.  Grin
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« Reply #244 on: Oct 26th, 2012, 5:59am »
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"Ladylover" : it was a very good story but I must recognize that I have not expected so soon the end.
 
Anyway, after reading all messages of others who don't share some of my comments, I maintain some of my slight criticisms.
 
For instance, I maintain that it was useless and not appropriate with a fictional and funny story to make a reference to the tragedy of the Vietnam War at the beguinning of the account of the pre-draft physicals.  
 
It does not add anything to the credibility of the story but it shows too much even in the opinion of the senior boys that a pre-physical draft (whatever was his set up and the exposure of the male students bodies) had not real importance compared to the risks of being injured or killed in case of involvement in the war.
 
Secondly, it is only my opinion and feeling but I really don't like the idea that the senior boys were still wearing socks and shoes during their walk in the big gym to go to the different booths and stations. I definitively would have preferred that they were bare foot.
I have read your arguments but I am not convinced. Or may be as it was sometimes practiced in Russia to keep the draftee's foot clean, they would have been given some kind of thongs, like bath shoes, but nothing else, and obviously not allowed to keep their socks.
 
I think also that you might have talked of an instruction of the sergeant at the beguinning when they are ordered to remove their cloths except underwear which would have been to remove also their watches and all kind of jewellery because when they are removed, it increased the feeling of nudity and normally all of that might be removed at draft physicals.  
 
It would have been easy to introduce such an instruction in the account, for instance even if the sergeant did not say anything about that because he thought that the boys would remove them without any instruction, when he would notice that one or two of the boys had kept their watches or other jewelleries without thinking to them. So the sergeant would have been forced to yell after them and to recall that they might remove everything.
 
Also, I maintain that it would have been better and logical if at the beguinning when the boys and girls were gathered all together in the first room called "Home" of DSH,  there would have been a general roll call including the girls after the undressing of the boys with boys in underwear and girls clothed and also a register of the girls who would have come one by one to register in front of the two ladies before returning to sit while the boys would have been always standing up in line with just their underwears and would have been called after the girls to register.  
 
You said that the girls were told that they were free to go everywhere like they wanted in the big gym but it was not contradictory with a previous register. They were supposed to take informations about military jobs in the booths, so it was useful to know who was present.  
 
For the examination, I regret that the military authorities were so confident with the school that they would have not required some examinations of the boys which were normally always practiced such as various measurements in the nude, a thorough check of the skin and a check of the spine and reflexes and some others...May be a urine test which was generally practiced would have been too difficult to perform in the gym but not the other examinations.
 
As regards the last station where they were examined, I appreciate the idea that it was an opportunity for a   secretary of the school to take her revenge on boys  and it was very malicious to make her turn the sign mentioning that no entrance was admitted so that teachers and girls could come to see what happened at that station but I would have preferred and found more logical that the exam would have not been  performed on boys one by one under the tent but all together in the nude under the tent without privacy.
 
The boys would have been instructed to strip completely and then to stand in a row and they would have been examined one by one in front of the others.
It offered some better opportunities to humiliate them, for instance when it would have been time to check their anus area, they would have been instructed all together to bend over and to spread their cheeks wide open, so that it lasted more than a few minutes for this exposure of their assholes to the view of all the audience. It would have been more degrading for the boys in my opinion.  It would have been possible also  to make a first examination in that way followed by an other one with each boy on a table sitting on all fours if the doctor wanted to perform a second examination more thorough than the first one which was more like a routine exam.  
 
You might have added an humiliating but funny preliminary inspection to this examination. Before the doctor began her examination, the secretary would have done an inspection of the row of naked boys to check that the instructions of the doctor were well applied with a good sight on their assholes, and sometimes instructing to a boy to spread more his cheeks or squeezing  on his hands on each cheek to obtain that result, and why not imagine after the examination that the boys would have  been allowed to stand up again like at attention but always naked in a row, and that the secretary would have instructed them not to move immediately and that she would have come behind them for a last inspection of the respect of this instruction about standing at attention and she would have used that opportunity to palpate brutally their buttocks and to pinch them arguing that she had noticed that their buttocks were not enough tighted like they might have been, and eventually why she would have not given a good slap on the buttocks of each senior boy to obtain from them a better obedience to the order by tighten more their buttocks. Of course, all the girls would have laughed and asked that she gave them more than one slap because it was really funny for them to see boys of that age in senior class receive such good slaps on their buttocks with for some of them a red mark like if they were still kids. During that time, the lady doctor was smiling and did not want to intervene because she was pretending to fill a medical form, it was the reason for which the boys were not allowed to move.  Of course, it had nothing to compare with a spanking, it was just one or two slaps on the buttocks to dicispline more the boys but what a good revenge for the secretary!
 
I regret that the principal and vice-principal of DSH had no reason to be present at the pre-draft physicals. I thought that it would have been possible to make them come at the gym to check if all was fine for the military authorities.
 
Also I thought that a last station is missing, a kind of reporting of the boys in front of a draft board commission under a big tent. They would have been instructed to remove their underwears, to line up naked and to come one by one in front of several persons : may be two officers, a male and a female ones, two doctors, both females, a matron female nurse,and why not here the principal or vice-principal of DSH and four teachers, two of DHS and two of the public school without forgotten two secretaries to take notes and the sergeant. Of course like in some stations, the presence of an audience would have been admitted as long as it would not disturb the work of the draft board commission.  The senior boys would have been questioned about their wishes, what sports they were practicing, their results at school, their family with at the last a visual examination of their naked body face and back, on the spot and after a few steps.  
 
    
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Re: DSH (Fiction): Pre-Draft Physicals, Part 2
« Reply #245 on: Oct 26th, 2012, 3:13pm »
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Hi Easter_man_10,
 
I respect your opinions and value your suggestions. While reading your comments, I started thinking about a future story involving a DSH Health Fair in the gymnasium. That could be fun and would give me a chance to include some of your ideas.
 
Right now, my mind is in the DSH pool. I thought that "Pool Party Surprise" would be a nice, short story but it has reached 7,000 words, and I am not finished yet. I apologize to everyone waiting to read it, because I will not be ready to post the story until Monday.  Sad
 
This is all I can give you today: I saw an old musical the other day starring Fred Astaire and Rita Hayworth called, "You'll Never Get Rich". Hayworth was a sexy starlet from the 1930s and '40s. While watching the movie, I looked her up on the Internet Movie Database (imdb.com) and found a great quote that speaks to the heart of CFNM fans:"I think all women have a certain elegance about them which is destroyed when they take off their clothes."
 
For me, clothing on females is like wrapping on packages: the mystery of what's underneath intrigues me and the anticipation of unwrapping them excites me. Wink
 
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Double Standard High(Fiction): Pool Party Surprise
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Double Standard High: Pool Party Surprise
 
 
Starring the following boy:
 
Steve: Medium height and slender, with brown hair and eyes
 
 
Featuring the following schoolboys:
 
Andy: Medium height and thin, with brown hair and eyes
 
Chuck: The tallest boy but still medium height, muscular, with dark-blonde hair and gray eyes
 
Craig (Steve's Cousin): Medium height and gangling, with a brown crew cut and hazel eyes
 
Danny: Short and slight, with red hair, freckles, and brown eyes
 
Ronny: Less than medium height and athletic, with light-brown hair and brown eyes
 
 
And featuring the following girls:
 
Christie (Danny's Sister): Medium height and shapely, with shoulder-length auburn hair and dark green eyes
 
Heather (Lifeguard #1): Medium height and curvaceous, with long blonde hair and blue eyes
 
Jenny (Steve’s Older Sister): Medium height and shapely, with long golden-brown hair and brown eyes
 
Kelly (Andy’s Sister): Short and just starting to develop, with curly brown hair and brown eyes
 
Lisa (Chuck & Ronny's Sister): Petite and athletic, with long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
Lori (Chuck & Ronny's Sister): Petite and athletic, with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue-gray eyes
 
Maria: (Steve’s Cousin): Tall and nubile, with long light-brown hair and tan eyes
 
Marlo (Lifeguard #2): Medium height and curvaceous, with long black hair and brown eyes
 
Michelle (Steve’s Cousin): Tall and curvy, with long dark-blonde hair and brown eyes
 
Tammy (Steve’s Little Sister): Short and just starting to develop, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes
 
 Smiley  Smiley  Smiley
 
“Dad, are you sure they don’t mind if we go swimming while you and Uncle Dave work in the gym?” asked Steve. He was sitting in the front seat of the family’s emerald-green Ford Fairlane, between his father and his friend, Andy.
 
“Not at all!” Bob replied. “I spoke with their athletic director, Coach Fox, and she told me that the pool is open to the public on the weekends unless there’s a swim meet scheduled or somebody reserved the pool for a private party. There will be a couple of lifeguards on duty to keep an eye on you for us, so no misbehaving.”
 
Steve sighed. “Yes, Dad.” Why do parents always have to say stuff like that? he wondered. Especially in front of your friends?  
 
As they drove up the hill towards the Sports Complex, Steve spotted his uncle’s red Volkswagen bus in the parking lot. “Uncle Dave’s already here,” he announced. Inside the van, he could also discern his cousin Craig and three more of his friends, Danny, Ronny, and Chuck. Good! They all made it. The five boys were going swimming while his father and uncle, who were both Korean War vets and members of the VFW, helped to dismantle booths from the recent armed forces fair.
 
Steve was in a jubilant mood. It was the day before his fourteenth birthday, and he was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon with just the guys – NO girls! He needed a break from girls. It wasn’t that Steve didn’t like girls. Just the opposite: he loved girls . . . ALL girls! His salacious daydreams and erotic night dreams teemed with girls at his school, girls in his neighborhood, girls on television, girls in magazines, girls in catalogs, girls on billboards. Sometimes I even have dirty thoughts about JENNY, he admitted guiltily. His older sister was maturing into a beautiful young woman. And then there were his gorgeous cousins, Craig’s sisters, Maria and Michelle. He was horny for them all! Lately, every female turned him on, no matter what shape or size and regardless of her attire, as long as she was reasonably figured and not too old.
 
Steve’s natural shyness around girls was multiplied by his penis problem. Like most boys his age, he had been thinking about his penis a lot lately, and what he was thinking was, Is there something wrong with it? His penis was hard ALL the time!  He was masturbating almost every night before bed just so he could get some sleep, and even then he often woke up playing with himself or humping the mattress. He was hoping to actually get some sleep tonight, after a day with NO girls!
 
When his Dad stopped the car, Andy and Steve jumped out with their gym bags in hand. They exchanged greetings with Uncle Dave and the boys, then headed for the front door of the complex. As soon as Steve stepped into the commodious front lobby, he stopped.
 
His jaw dropped.  
 
All of the boys reacted the same way. But what befuddled them was not the impressive cathedral ceiling that rose majestically over their heads, the huge “Home of the Donna Simpson Cougars!” sign on the wall, or even the elaborate registration desk they faced. In fact, they didn’t notice any of their surroundings. The boys’ senses were intoxicated by the presence of two extremely gorgeous and scantily clad Senior schoolgirls who were waiting to greet them in the lobby.  
 
The lifeguards are GIRLS! That possibility had never occurred to Steve, whose hopes of avoiding another erection and enjoying a relaxing day instantly drowned in the flood of blood filling his penis. He quickly moved his gym bag in front of his crotch.
 
Steve was in trouble. His erections were like perpetual machines, because the state of being excited seemed to make him excited! He had a theory about penises: they were like radio antennas. He had a Motorola transistor radio in his bedroom that didn’t receive any stations when the antenna was retracted. But extend the antenna to its full length, and it could pick up radio waves from miles and miles away. A hard-on had a similar effect on him. He was OK when his penis was flaccid. But extend his cock to its full length, and it started absorbing sex waves from every female in range. And he had a long range! When he had an erection – which was most of the time lately – he was vividly, hypersensitively aware of girls. A faint whiff of perfume or the sound of a girl’s voice fueled his erection. The sight of a pretty girl, or a fleeting touch by any part of her body, pumped his penis pressure to perilous heights!
 
Steve was quickly learning there was a downside to being a boy: erect penises not only received sex waves, they also transmitted them. Girls are lucky, he thought jealously. They don’t have a conspicuous sex beacon between their legs, telegraphing their private thoughts! A hard-on sent embarrassing visual broadcasts that often contradicted his verbal messages. For example, whenever he tried to impress a girl with his sophistication and charm, the stiff penis in his pants transmitted, I’m a horny pervert!  If he gathered his courage and actually talked to a girl, his erection would betray his words. He’d say, “You have a nice smile,” while his erect cock blabbed, I like your TITS!
 
“Hi, guys!” said the lifeguard with wavy black hair that draped to the middle of her back. Her brown eyes sparkled under the spotlights. “Welcome to Donna Simpson High. I’m Marlo, and this is Heather.”
 
“Hi!” chirped her companion, giving them a dazzling smile that showed her even, white teeth. Heather was stunning, with equally-long, straight blonde hair and bright-blue eyes.  
 
Both girls were wearing yellow bathing suits under short, blue swim wraps. Their legs were a mile long, and their full breasts attracted the boys’ eyes like metal to magnets. These lifeguards aren’t girls. They are full-grown WOMEN! In his consternation, Steve didn’t notice that his five friends’ sex beacons were also working in overdrive as all of them shifted their gym bags in front of their crotches.
 
“Hello Marlo, Heather,” said Bob. “Nice to meet you.”
 
“Hi!” said Dave. “Say ‘hello’ boys.”
 
“Hello,” they all mumbled.
 
The lifeguards noticed the synchronized shifting of the gym bags and chuckled at the boys’ bashfulness. “You are the first ones to arrive today,” Heather announced, “so you have the pool to yourselves for now.”
 
That perked up the boys. "Great!"
 
“Since nobody else is here,” added Marlo, “we can take a shortcut through the girls locker room. Please follow me.”
 
When Dave passed through the door, he exclaimed, “This is astounding! I’ve never seen a college locker room that was this elaborate!”
 
The girls grinned broadly. “DSH has always been good to its students,” remarked Heather.
 
“Are those individual shower compartments?” Bob inquired incredulously. What happened to the old group-shower facilities!?
 
“That’s right!” Marlo confirmed proudly. “Here, I’ll give you a peek inside one of them.”
 
The boys and their Dads took turns gawking in the shower rooms. “There is a lavatory in there!” Dave exclaimed as he exited. “I’ve seen stars’ dressing rooms that were smaller than that! And there are twenty of them!” He shook his head in bewilderment.
 
“Is the boys locker room as nice as this?” Steve’s Dad asked.  
 
“Let’s go look . . .” Marlo replied evasively.
 
Steve watched the beautiful lifeguards’ wiggling bottoms as they led the group out of the locker room and down a hallway to the Peek-A-Boo Plaza. The men and boys were stunned by the openness of the space.
 
The gorgeous girls giggled at the boys’ shocked expressions, and then Marlo instructed, “You have to take a shower before you go swimming.”
 
Forgetting his shyness, Andy blurted, “We’re supposed to shower HERE!?
 
The lifeguards laughed. “That’s right! This is the boys locker room.”
 
Even the Dads were nervous. “We’re going to join the boys after we finish in the gym,” said Dave. “Is there somewhere more private for men to shower?”
 
Heather offered her dazzling smile. “No, this is the only facility for guys.”
 
Bob was puzzled. “Why did the high school build such a lavish locker room for the girls but only a small shower area for the boys?”
 
“We only have nine schoolboys,” Marlo reminded him, “and they were admitted too late to make any drastic changes to the facility. Come along, gentlemen. We’ll show you the pool while the boys get ready.”
 
Heather pointed towards a blue sign with yellow writing. “These are the pool rules, boys,” she said. “Make sure you read them, because we’d hate to have to kick you out for breaking any of them.”
 
“Yes, Ma’am,” they chimed.
 
“They’ll behave themselves,” said Dave with a warning glance towards his son and nephew.
 
As the Dads followed the lifeguards towards the pool, Steve read and paraphrased aloud, “All swimmers must take a shower, no animals allowed, no yelling, no running . . .”
 
Cousin Craig interrupted him. “Yeah, yeah. Who cares? They’re the same rules as every other public pool. Let’s get changed quick before somebody else comes along!”
 
“Yeah, let’s go,” Danny agreed as he reached inside his gym bag and withdrew a pair of blue swim trunks. “But there’s no way I’m takin’ a naked shower out here!”
 
“Me neither,” said Chuck. “I don’t care if they don’t like it: I’m showering in my bathing suit.”
 
They all agreed. Each boy shyly concealed his excited penis as he changed, then strode to the shower and turned on a ‘COLD’ water faucet to freeze his asset until it was completely flaccid again. A few minutes later, when the boys entered the pool enclosure wearing various colored bathing suits, they found the sexy lifeguards and the two men just inside the doorway, beside the bleachers.
 
“Holy cow!” exclaimed Andy. “It’s Olympic size!”
 
As the boys began striding towards the pool, Marlo shouted, “STOP! Don’t move.”
 
The surprised swimmers halted and turned with questioning looks on their faces. “What did we do?” asked Steve.
 
The raven-haired regulator pointed towards a nearby ‘Rules of the Pool’ sign. “You are breaking one of the facility rules.”
 
“But we weren’t running!” defended Ronny.
 
“Not that rule,” Marlo replied. “Read the last one on the list.”
 
The boys gathered around her and read, ‘NO bathing suits of any kind for boys allowed.’
 
“NO BATHING SUITS!?” several of them cried incredulously.
 
“You gotta be kidding,” fussed a very pale-faced Chuck.
 
“That’s right,” confirmed Heather. “Fibers from your bathing suits clog the sand filters, and that causes expensive repairs. So if you want to go swimming, your suits have to come off.”
 
“How come you get to wear bathing suits?” Steve pouted sullenly. “Don’t they have fibers that clog the pool?”
 
The blonde bombshell chuckled. “Yes, but here at DSH, wearing swimsuits is a female privilege. Now go back to the locker room and get rid of your trunks.”
 
The lovely lifeguards gazed at the stunned boys with hands on their hips and grins on their lips.
 
“Dad! DO something!” Steve urged.
 
Bob chuckled. “What’s the big deal? Your Uncle Dave and I always swam naked, when we were growing up on your grandfather’s farm.”
 
Dave nodded in agreement.
 
“But not in front of girls,” accused Craig.
 
“Oh yes we did,” affirmed Craig’s father. “Your Aunt Esther saw us buck naked many times at the old swimming hole,” he chuckled. “So did girls from the nearby farms.”
 
“Were they naked too?”
 
“Of course not! That would have been indecent! It wouldn’t be right. Girls always wore bathing suits.”
 
“That’s not fair!” whined Steve. “Girls always get special advantages.”
 
Bob shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just the way it was. Swimming without a suit was no big deal.”
 
Craig looked to his father for confirmation.
 
“In our day, all of the kids were used to it. Never gave it a second thought. I think you’ll find that swimming without a suit is fun. And once you get into the water, who cares if you’re naked?”
 
“We’ve got to get back to the gym,” said Steve’s father. “You can come with us and help out, or you can lose the suits and go swimming.”
 
The boys exchanged looks and reluctantly agreed to go swimming – without swimsuits. They followed the two fathers down the hallway and back to the Peek-A-Boo Plaza. When the guys returned to the pool, in an extended line of six naked boys, they looked like a renegade order of monks with heads bowed and hands clasped in silent worship of their cocks.
 
As soon as Steve spotted Marlo and Heather, he found himself with another penis problem. The girls were taking off their wraps, and now the only thing covering their full figures were tight yellow bathing suits! The boys gawked at the girls as they headed for the pool, but Marlo stopped them again.  
 
“Before you go into the water, line up facing us,” she instructed.
 
NOW what? wondered Steve as his pink antenna started to extend alarmingly beneath his hands. I’ve got to get into the pool! QUICK! he realized. The lifeguards were absolutely gorgeous! The suits had halter straps that also bared the girls’ lovely shoulders and backs. The only flaw on Marlo’s skin that Steve could see was a little mole near her right shoulder blade. Heather was flawless. Both girls’ bottoms were breathtaking! The creamy skin of their long arms and legs was smooth and glossy. When the beauties turned towards the boys, Steve eyed the rounded curves of their ample bosoms. Marlo’s breasts were slightly larger than Heather’s nice pair, but the blonde’s top was showing a hint of nipples! Steve’s balls were tingling and his penis stretched as his eyes ogled lower. The girls’ navels caused little indents in the bellies of their suits, and the ovals where their luscious thighs disappeared into their suits were maddening. Steve dared not stare at the secret place between their legs. His eyes quickly looked down at their bare feet. Both of them had light-pink polish on the nails of their dainty toes.
 
When the boys formed a line of six completely bare bodies, with heads down and hands over their crotches, Heather grinned in anticipation of what came next. “Hands to your sides, boys,” she commanded. THAT got their attention! All six heads popped up and looked at her with wide-open eyes.
 
“NO!”
 
“Come onnnn . . .”
 
“No way!”
 
“Why SHOULD we?”
 
“That’s not in the rules!” Craig pointed out.
 
Marlo interrupted their protests. “That is a DSH school rule. Boys are not allowed to touch themselves . . .” She pointed at Steve's hands and added, ". . . there."  
 
He gulped.
 
Some of the boys' mouths dropped. They all refused to move their hands, because they thought this was just a prank the lifeguards were playing in order to see their penis and balls. Then Marlo retrieved a blue notebook from her chair and showed them the official DSH School Board rule that mandated that boys could not touch themselves.
 
Heather repeated her instruction. “Hands to your sides, boys.”
 
“I can’t!” whined Andy.
 
“This is SO unfair!” Steve griped. His penis was almost fully engorged, and he couldn't imagine revealing it to the two beautiful mermaids. His brain slammed into panic mode! I CAN'T show them my cock! It blabs about my feelings when I’m dressed. What messages will it send when I’m NAKED!? He began to rant almost hysterically. “GIRLS have a palace for a locker room while boys have to change and shower in the hall!? GIRLS get to wear bathing suits, but boys have to swim naked!? GIRLS get to see boys without clothes, and we can’t even cover ourselves with our hands when we're out of the water!? It’s NOT right!”
 
 “Calm down, or we’ll be forced to throw you out,” said Heather passively. She smiled reassuringly at Steve and grasped his wrists. Time to show me your shy penis! she thought as she gently forced his hands to his sides, then realized, He’s already excited! “See what happens when you touch yourself!” she teased him as she checked out his precious pink rocket.
 
“I wasn’t touching myself,” he mumbled in protest, while his contrary cock crowed, I LIKE to be touched!  Steve’s hypersenses were on overload! Heather’s hair smelled like peppermint. Her hands on his wrists were extraordinarily soft. Her silky voice tickled his ears. He dove deeply into her liquid blue eyes but longed to surface and ogle her body again. Her nearness caused his pink antenna to suck in the sexual vibes from her whole body, from her perfume to the sound of her voice, her lovely breasts to her mysterious female parts below. AND SHE CAN SEE MY PENIS! his internal voice cried incredulously.
 
While Heather was helping Steve to reveal all, Marlo had helped Andy. When all of the boys’ hands were to their sides, the girls saw that both boys they had ‘helped’ were erect, while the other four boys were still flaccid but showing signs of elevating at any moment. They all trembled.
 
“For safety reasons, DSH also requires that everyone has a swimming buddy,” lectured Marlo as she looked down the quivering queue of cocks. “So pair-up, guys.” When the six naked boys had complied, she continued, “When one of us blows our whistle twice, like this . . .” she hesitated while Heather demonstrated, “You are to get out of the water immediately, line up in front of us beside your buddy, clasp hands, and raise them above your head.” She held Heather’s hand and showed them what she wanted. ‘Understood?”
 
“Yes,” they agreed. All of them were thinking, Can we get in the water NOW?
 
“OK, go ahead and get into the water,” she answered their silent question. “Have fun, but be safe.”
 
The boys made a beeline for the pool, as fast as they could without running, and jumped in. Behind them, the girls exchanged an appreciative glance as they watched six delightfully bare rumps romp their way to the pool.
 
The lifeguards mounted their high chairs and watched the boys play. The guys were much more comfortable once they were in the cool water. Steve’s antenna retracted as he relaxed and frolicked with the others.
 
After five minutes, Marlo blew two toots of her whistle. When the boys hesitated, Heather shouted, “BUDDY CHECK! EVERYONE OUT OF THE WATER!”
 
The guys reluctantly clambered out of the pool and stood side-by-side, with their hands raised in pairs. They were shivering again, but this time because of the cold as much as the nervousness of displaying their full-frontal nudity to the gorgeous lifeguards. The girls only made them stand with their dangling dicks on display for a moment, and then Marlo gave them the go-ahead to return to the water.
 
The boys immediately jumped in and returned to their games. All of them started showing off, trying to impress the watching women with their antics. The girls laughed obligingly, which encouraged them even more. The boys would not have been so relaxed, however, had they known that the ladies on their high perches could see everything through the well-lit, crystal-clear water of the pool. Marlo and Heather chuckled to see the shriveled penises jiggling and wiggling as the boys played. They laughed whenever one of the boy’s tight little ball sacks appeared. But their favorite features were the six beautiful bare bottoms that flashed and splashed in the water.
 
Twenty minutes later, the boys were still enjoying their naked swim when the hall door near the Peek-A-Boo Plaza suddenly burst open, and a group of people shouted “SURPRISE!” Steve turned and couldn’t believe his eyes. A surprise birthday party! For ME! “MOM!” he cried and immediately swallowed a mouthful of water. Spluttering and choking, he raced the other boys to the side of the pool and hid his body beneath the ledge.
 
The party pushed two rolling tables, covered with ‘Happy Birthday!’ tablecloths, into the room. Colorful balloons floated over each corner. One of the tables had a birthday cake and ice cream, a punch bowl and coffee urn, as well as paper plates, napkins, and plastic utensils. The other table held a pile of presents.
 
“Come out, boys, and join the party!” called Steve’s mother.
 
The boys didn’t move.
 
Steve was flabbergasted. The crowd of friends and relatives blocked his retreat back to his clothes! His older sister, Jenny and his younger sister, Tammy, were here as well as his mother. He spotted Aunt Peggy, too, along with his two beautiful cousins, Maria and Michelle. Andy’s mother and his younger sister, Kelly, were here, and so were Danny’s mother and his older sister, cute Christie! Even the mother of Chuck and Ronny was here, and their two older sisters, Lisa and Laurie. With the two lifeguards, that made fifteen women in the room! And six bare naked boys, who were panicking as they clung to the side of the pool.
 
“What’s wrong with you boys?” asked pretty Aunt Peggy. “Don’t you want some cake and ice cream?”
 
“Come on out, Danny,” his mother coaxed. “Hurry up!”
 
"Don't you want your presents, Stevie?”
 
“We CAN’T, Mom!” he whined.
 
“Why not?”
 
“We’re not wearing bathing suits.”
 
All the preparations, activity, and commotion came to a halt as the women gawked at the guys. For the first time, they noticed the boys clinging to the side of the pool in a desperate attempt to hide their bodies.
 
“It’s a pool rule,” explained Marlo as she and Heather climbed down from their chairs. She pointed at the blue-and-yellow sign and added, “Boy’s are not allowed to wear swimsuits in the pool area because the fibers clog the filters.”
 
While the boys steamed in frustration, their mothers abruptly began grinning and chuckling while the older sisters laughed heartily, delighted to catch their brothers in such a compromising situation. The younger girls, Tammy and Kelly, just stared with astonished expressions on their faces.
 
Heather unhelpfully reminded them, “You might as well come out, guys! You can’t stay in there forever.”
 
They didn’t budge.
 
“Aww, Mom, can’t we do this another time?” Steve pleaded. “Or somewhere else?”
 
“No. Sorry, I reserved the room for all afternoon.”
 
When the boys still refused to exit the pool, Marlo lifted her whistle and blew two shrill blasts.
 
“BUDDY CHECK! EVERYONE OUT OF THE POOL!” cried Heather.
 
“LET’S GO, GUYS!” Marlo hollered.  
 
Before the shortest boy, Danny, realized what was happening, the sexy lifeguards gripped his arms and hauled him ignominiously out of the water, a flailing and dripping, naked catch-of-the-day. His whole body shook as he stood facing his Mom, his sister, and a bunch of other women who all seemed to be staring below his waist. Fuck the rules!: Danny pulled his arms away from the lifeguards and quickly covered up.
 
Ronny was the next struggling salmon to get fished out of the pool. When all eyes turned to him, he followed Danny’s lead and hid his wilted parts. The rest of the boys decided to clamber out on their own, rather than be humiliatingly extracted and shamefully presented. The sextuplet of shivering boys soon stood in a line with their heads down and their private parts protectively covered.
 
“This is a buddy check. Clasp hands and raise them above your heads,” Marlo reminded them.
 
The boys obeyed, but with one hand still shielding their genitals, while their amused families looked on.
 
“Hands to your sides,” the beautiful blonde lifeguard demanded.
 
Their eyes pleaded with her. "PLEASE don't make us do that," whined Steve.  
 
"It is a school rule," reminded Marlo. "Unless you want us to do it for you again . . ."
 
Looking ashamed and embarrassed, the boys dropped their hands and stood with their quivering penises publicly presented to their mothers and sisters, friends and neighbors. The brief moment turned into an eternity of waiting.
 
This really stinks! Steve crabbed to himself as the women’s close scrutiny made him blush. He glanced towards Jenny. His beautiful older sister was looking lovely in her blue swimsuit. She had nice breasts, but not as large as those of Heather and Marlo. Jenny caught him looking at her. She grinned with an impish glint in her eye and then glanced lower. Steve gulped. This is SO unfair.  
 
My COUSINS can see my COCK! Steve wailed inside. Maria was a year older than him. Her tawny hair cascaded over her shoulders and draped beside her small but growing breasts. She looked wonderful in her blue bathing suit, but not nearly as sexy as Michelle, who was three years older and fully developed. Michelle’s breasts and body rivaled the lifeguards’ pleasing physiques. Her lips were parted in a smile, and her dark-blonde hair rippled under the lights as she turned her head and sized up the boys’ privates.
 
Aunt Peggy’s staring at my penis! AUNT PEGGY! Steve realized incredulously. She met his eyes and grinned unabashedly. Her nephew blushed from head to toe.
 
Everywhere Steve looked were mirthful mothers and smirking sisters! CHRISTIE! Danny and Christie lived next door to Steve. Christie was seventeen-years-old, with shoulder-length auburn hair, dark-green eyes, and a shapely body. She frequently sunbathed in their backyard during the summer, directly under Steve’s second-floor bedroom window, and he had spent many blissful moments peeking at her scantily-clad body through his curtains. Today was payback time, only she wasn’t peeking and he wasn’t covered by a swimsuit! The same old complaint echoed in Steve’s head. This is NOT fair!
 
He didn’t know 16-year-old Lisa or 18-year-old Laurie very well. They were the mysterious older sisters of Ronny and Chuck, and Steve had only seen them on visits with their brothers when the girls had passed through the room. All he knew about them was that they were both blonde and beautiful cheerleaders at the high school. They also seemed to enjoy comparing the cocks of the cringing boys. Kelly was Andy’s undeveloped younger sister. By the awestruck expression on her face, Steve guessed these were the first penises she had ever seen. Kelly was the same age as his pesky twelve-year-old sister, Tammy. His spoiled little sister – Daddy’s Little Girl! he grumbled – was gazing from one penis to the next with the same look of amazement on her cherubic face. Tammy had just started developing, and her breasts were little, rounded buds beneath her suit.  
 
Steve watched his little sister’s sober scrutiny reach his body. She stared at his penis, but then suddenly looked up before Steve could glance away. She caught his eye and smiled. Steve’s face reflected his horror at the thought, The Brat can see my PENIS! and immediately, Tammy’s smile turned to a grin. Then she tittered, “I LIKE your swimsuit, Stevie!” and burst into a spasm of giggles.
 
Her laughter broke the spell. As Marlo said, “OK, buddy check is over. You can put your hands down, boys,” all of the women started talking at once. They immediately advanced and surrounded the bareskinned boys.  
 
Aunt Peggy hugged her naked nephew to her soft bosom and patted his bottom. “Happy Birthday, Stevie!” she congratulated him, and her nephew began to erect immediately. She didn’t notice as she turned to greet her son, Craig.
 
Maria and Michelle greeted their favorite – and naked – cousin. “Hi, Stevie!”
 
“Hi, Maria. Hi, Michelle,” he replied shyly.
 
NICE birthday suit,” quipped Michelle. She looked down and chuckled to see his penis expanding.
 
“Lookin’ GOOD!” laughed Maria.
 
He might look good, but he felt miserable. His rising telegraph pole began tattling his inner thoughts. Look at me! I’m AROUSED!  
 
Christie stopped by for a chat; just a normal, eye-contact sharing of small talk between a beautiful girl wearing a tight swimsuit and a stark naked boy. His penis was shouting, Look at ME!  but she ignored him. It was a monumental effort. After a brief conversation, she finally surrendered to temptation and glanced down. “You poor thing,” she said with real concern as she continued to stare. She’s talking to ME!  his happy penis rejoiced. “I can’t believe they make you swim NAKED!” Her green eyes looked into his again, and she began to chuckle as she admitted, “I could never do that!”
 
Steve’s Mom hugged him, which was awkward at the best of times. But being embraced by his mother while naked and sporting an erection, in front of relatives and friends, was downright  uncomfortable! After she released him, they talked about the pool facility while she tried to ignore his nudity. Jenny, his beautiful older sister, joined them, and her eyes immediately looked him up and down. “Aren’t you EMBARRASSED, little brother?” she inquired as her lovely brown eyes looked down at her little brothers' excited penis and tight balls again.
 
“Yes!” he affirmed. NO!  his penis disagreed. “But there’s nothing I can DO about it. They won’t let me wear clothes in here!” He pouted. “You girls are lucky. I don’t understand why you get to wear swimsuits but I . . .” SMACK!  “OW!” Somebody spanked me!
 
Steve whipped around and found Tammy, his younger sister, behind him looking mischievous. “What are you doing, Brat?”
 
“Steven, be nice . . .” scolded his Mom.
 
“I’m giving you your birthday spanks; one for every year since you were born. That was One!
 
“Mom . . .” he whined as he rubbed his sore bottom. She’s got a pretty good swing for a girl!
 
His mother chuckled. “Happy Birthday, Stevie,” she said unhelpfully, then looked towards the hallway and said, “It’s about time. Here comes your Dad. Now we can get this party started.”
 
Steve glanced towards the doorway and spotted all six of the boys’ fathers walking down the hallway in boxer-style swimsuits. How come THEY get to wear bathing suits? he griped to himself.
 
As Bob neared the pool enclosure, he spotted the six nude boys, surrounded by girls and women. He chuckled to see that four of them, including Steve and Craig, were erect. The other two were well on their way. He nudged his brother, Dave, and joked, “Looks like our boys aren’t used to swimming nude yet!”
 
When Uncle Dave saw the hard-ons, he stopped in the doorway and laughed uproariously. “Poor kids,” he sympathized. “That has GOT to be embarrassing for them!” He spotted his daughters. Maria and Michelle were smiling and chatting with a tall, blonde kid whose penis was rapidly rising for them. His wife, irrepressible Peggy, was making the rounds, hugging all of the bare boys and giving them a pat on the butt. He grinned. She wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this!
 
SMACK! “That’s TWO!” said Tammy after giving her big brother another spank.  
 
"Why, you little . . ."
 
She ran giggling to her mother for protection.
 
The group of men entered the pool enclosure and were immediately intercepted by the gorgeous lifeguards. “I’m sorry,” apologized Marlo. “You're not allowed near the pool either. Not while you're wearing swim trunks.”
 
What!?” exclaimed Bob incredulously. “That rule is for the boys. It doesn’t apply to grown men.”
 
Dave pointed towards the pool rules sign and read, “NO bathing suits of any kind for BOYS allowed. He’s right. It doesn’t say anything about MEN.”
 
Beautiful, blonde Heather explained, “The rule refers to boys of ALL ages. Since you are obviously boys . . .” Her gaze shifted to the genital bulge in Dave’s trunks and then back to his eyes, “. . . you have to take off your bathing suits.”
 
She wants to see my COCK! Dave realized incredulously. His mind filled with a vision of himself, stark naked with a stiff hard-on, talking to Marlo and Heather while they ogled his penis. Being seen with a raging erection by his daughters! By his sister-in-law and nieces!! By the other women and their teenage daughters!!! “No way,” he growled. “Are you sure the rule applies to men, too?”
 
“Yes. I have specific instructions from Jane Anderson, the Assistant Principal, to prohibit any males from wearing swimsuits, no matter what age,” explained Marlo. She retrieved a blue 3-ring binder chained to her lifeguard chair and opened it to the rule about bathing suits. Handing it to Bob, she said, “These are the official rules and regulations as set forth by the Donna Simpson High School Board.” Pointing to a specific rule, she added, “This is the one about bathing suits in the pool.”
 
The page specifically prohibited men of any age from wearing a bathing suit in the pool area. As an excuse, it gave some technical bullshit about the sand filters in the pool and cost-cutting measures. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes!” he exclaimed. He showed the official DSH School Board document to his brother.
 
 “You’re right, Marlo," Dave agreed. "Sorry we argued with you. This proves that adult men aren’t allowed to wear trunks either.”
 
“So you’ll be taking them off?” Heather asked hopefully as her eyes checked out the promising bulge in Bob’s trunks.
 
By this time, the men were surrounded by some of their wives and daughters. Steve’s father looked around at the curious crowd and gulped. He shared his brother’s terrifying vision of walking around bare-ass naked while fifteen women stared at his cock.  
 
Five of the men agreed with Dave’s opinion immediately. “No way.”
 
Bob said, “We’ll meet you in the gym when you’re done." As he began walking away, he inquired, "Are you coming with us, Ralph?”
 
Chuck and Ronny’s Dad hesitated. An extrovert, Ralph seriously considered the idea of dropping his trunks and mingling with the women. He was well-endowed and proud of it. The idea of parading around naked sent “get ready to erect” messages to his groin as he considered the idea. Some of the women were very attractive, especially the older teens. Heather and Marlo were GORGEOUS! His cock began to expand as he thought about showing it to the lifeguards. And exhibiting his big penis for the young women would be very erotic for him . . . and educational for them, as they compared his thick eight inches with the boys’ slender little peckers. He would have agreed and stripped down immediately, except that his two pretty daughters were looking on. Letting Lisa and Laurie see his penis was out of the question, and by the sour expressions on their faces, they weren’t interested in seeing his body, either. Ralph decided to tease his daughters by joking, “Well, I’d like to stay and play – it sounds like fun! You wouldn’t mind, would you girls?” Then, when his shocked daughters protested, he'd tell them to meet him in the gym later.
 
But his plan went horribly, horribly wrong. He said, “Well, I’d like to stay and play – it sounds like fun!” But before he could finish his joke, the beautiful blonde lifeguard, Heather, blurted, “GREAT!” as she reached out and yanked his trunks to the floor! His cock immediately sprang out and pointed at Heather’s pussy, like an arrow aimed at its target. He was well on the way to stretching to his full eight inches!  
 
His brain recorded everything that happened during the seconds it took him to fold his cock down and hide it behind his hands. “HEY! DON’T!” he yelped belatedly. Heather laughed as his eager penis almost slapped her nose. Eight or ten women surrounding him gasped at the same time their eyes looked down. Pupils dilated. Girls giggled. A lovely young woman with long, dark-blonde hair exclaimed, “OH, MY GOD!” as his erection popped out. Marlo chuckled. His wife snickered. His daughters stared at Daddy’s dick in horrified fascination, with their eyes and mouths wide open.  
 
Too late, Ralph turned and fled the pool enclosure. He heard laughter behind him as he shuffled down the hall with his swim trunks around his ankles, his hands still holding his privates, and his backside bared to the ladies.
 
As the women turned back to the party, they heard a SMACK! and laughed to see Steve, with his stiff cock bobbing and a red handprint on his bottom, chasing after Kelly and Tammy. As the girls ran away, his little sister chortled, “That’s THREE!
 
The party continued with the boys’ penises eventually relaxing as they ate cake and ice cream. Steve dropped his slice on the floor when Tammy snuck up behind him and smacked his bare butt. “FOUR!” she giggled. Steve caught her by the shoulders this time, spun her to face him, and barked, “QUIT IT, BRAT!”
 
“STEVEN MICHAEL . . .!” warned his mother.
 
“I’ll handle this,” interrupted Aunt Peggy. She took Steve by the shoulders and marched him to the nearby bleachers. “You come too, Tammy,” she instructed. She sat in the front row and forced her naked nephew to bend over her lap.
 
“But Aunt Peggy . . .” he whined.
 
“Tammy wants to give you your birthday spanking, so we’re going to let her,” she replied. “Go ahead, Tammy. You have ten more to go. Make 'em count!”
 
Steve whimpered as his sister chuckled and lined up the flat of her hand with her big brother's exposed butt. She waited for his friends and family to gather around them. Aunt Peggy turned his head so that he was looking towards his audience.
 
"Whenever you're ready, Tammy," she urged.
 
SMACK! "That's FIVE!"
 
My friends are watching! he cried inwardly. Cute cousins Marie and Michelle, blonde Lisa and Laurie – who had recovered from the shock of seeing their father naked, sister Jenny, little Kelly, and even neighbor Christie! were laughing and staring at Steve's bare bottom, which was propped up and presented to his little sister. They watched Steve's humiliation as his little sister spanked his bare bottom and counted off the strokes.
 
SMACK! “That's SIX!
 
Despite his embarrassment, as Steve lay across Aunt Peggy’s thighs, the pink antenna between his legs began to extend.  
 
SMACK! "SSSS!" he hissed in pain as the spanks began to hurt.
 
“That's SEVEN!
 
His hypersenses began to kick in. His aunt was wearing one of the blue DSH swimsuits, and Steve could feel his penis pinned between his belly and her soft thigh.  
 
SMACK! “Oh!”
 
Tammy giggled at his grunt. “That's EIGHT!
 
The girl's spanks were not painful enough to distract Steve’s sex wave collector. It detected Aunt Peggy’s perfume, which smelled like delicate flowers. The teen girls were grinning and staring at his blushing bottom.
 
SMACK! "OH!"  
 
“Tee-Hee! That's NINE!
 
Steve's penis swelled against his aunt's bare thigh and  began rubbing against her leg with every one of his sister’s strokes. It felt GOOD!
 
SMACK! "Ow!"
 
“That's TEN!
 
Steve had one arm around Aunt Peggy's waist, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his side.
 
SMACK! "Ouch!"
 
“That's ELEVEN!
 
His right arm gripped his aunt's hip. That was soft, too. But his cock wasn't soft. It pushed stiffly against her thigh.
 
SMACK! "OW!"
 
“That's TWELVE! Only two more to go.”
 
His aunt's right hand held Steve's head aimed towards the grinning girls watching the show. Her left hand rested on his lower back, holding him down. Occasionally she would move one of her fingers slightly, and it felt heavenly.
 
SMACK! "OW!"
 
“That's THIRTEEN!
 
Aunt Peggy was surprised to feel her nephew fully engorged and wiggling against her thigh by the time Tammy gave him the last stroke.  
 
SMACK! "OUCH!"  
 
“And that's FOURTEEN!
 
When Aunt Peggy helped Steve to stand, and Tammy spoted her big brother's big erection, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, “I gave him a stiffy!”
 
The girls laughed and confirmed Tammy's finding with their eyes. Steve blushed all over and glared menacingly at his little sister, whose wide-open eyes were aimed at his happy penis. That was FUN!
 
The mixed signals between his glare and his sex beacon must have confused Tammy. As he stormed past her, she pitilessly pinched his pained posterior!
 
“OWWWW!”
 
“And a PINCH to grow an INCH!” she giggled.
 
The pinch was more painful than the spanking! Enraged, Steve turned on his little sister. “See how YOU like it, BRAT!” he snarled as he spun Tammy around and gave her a firm smack on her swimsuit-covered bottom.
 
“OWWWW!” She ran across the room, crying, “MOMMY! STEVIE HIT ME!”
 
Grow UP! thought Steve. You wouldn’t know that she is twelve years old!  “That is ENOUGH!” he heard his mother growl. Tammy stopped whining. Good. About time!
 
His mother stomped across the room, trailed by Tammy. “Obviously you two can’t play nice today, so I am going to separate you. Stevie, I want you to come over here and stand by the adults. Tammy, you go play with the other kids. I don’t want to hear another word from the two of you.” She towed angry-and-erect Steve over to the tables where the women were chatting and having coffee, then stood him beside the nearby wall.
 
Meanwhile, Tammy splashed and frolicked with Kelly in the pool. It is NOT fair!
 
Twenty minutes later, Steve was still standing erect. The women and girls glanced his way from time to time, and the looks they gave him kept his penis fueled. I LIKE girls!  his blabbing beacon broadcast back to them.
 
Once, his Aunt Peggy smiled at him, and then he watched her eyes look lower. She turned to his Mom, and he overheard her say, “Steve certainly has a lot of stamina! Does Bob share that trait?”
 
His Mom looked towards her son and smiled. “Not any more,” she chuckled, “thank goodness!”
 
They laughed, but Steve didn’t understand what was so funny. He didn’t know what ‘stamina’ meant but vowed to look it up when he got home.
 
After thirty minutes, Steve was looking forward to being released from his punishment when Tammy and Kelly ran up to him and bent forward for a closer look at his penis!
 
“Go AWAY!” Stevie warned menacingly.
 
“We want to look!”
 
“MOM!” he called.
 
Seeing the girls curiously staring at Stevie’s penis, his mother scolded, “Tammy, go play and leave your brother alone. He’s being punished.”
 
The girls left but soon returned. They were fascinated by his penis! Before Steve could complain to his Mom again, they were joined by Christie and her mother. “Do you have any questions?” the older woman asked.
 
Kelly blushed. “N-no,” she said, and the girls turned to run away.
 
“Wait, girls! It’s OK. My name is Mrs. Larkin, and I teach health classes here at Donna Simpson High. I can tell you that it’s natural at your age to be curious about boys. Is there something you want to know?”
 
“No, not really,” said Tammy. Gathering her courage, she explained, “It’s just that, I’ve helped Mommy babysit a few times, but those boys always had little . . . you know . . . floppy ones."
 
Christie met Steve's eyes and laughed. Her mother smiled and nodded encouragement to the younger girls.
 
“Kelly and I have looked at pictures in a health book my Mom gave me. But the pictures were just black-and-white drawings. They talked about erections but didn’t show one.”
 
Stevie was miserable listening to women talk about his penis like this, but their frank conversation was fueling his erection. “Do you have to talk like this in front of me?” he complained. They're talking about ME!
 
Mrs. Larkin laid a hand on his shoulder. “Just relax, Steve. The girls are only curious, and it’s nice of you to help them out. That’s what big brothers are for!”
 
He had a sour expression on his face but didn’t say anything more.
 
“So what do you think about erections, girls, now that you’ve seen one?”  the teacher asked.
 
Both hesitated, but then Kelly gushed, “I didn’t expect it to be so big and pink!
 
Her comment made Steve ashamed and his penis proud. She said I’m BIG!
 
Christie and Mrs. Larkin chuckled. “Erections are caused by extra blood flowing into the penis, making it swell. This is what makes his male organ grow in size and turn a pink color. All that blood also makes it feel warm. Steve, would you mind if the girls touch your penis?”
 
The boy had been listening with interest to her lecture, but this question caught him by surprise! “W-w-what?” he stammered. TOUCH ME!  his penis demanded.
 
Sensing his conflicting emotions, she smiled. “You wouldn’t mind letting the girls touch your penis, just to see how warm it is, would you?”
 
Steve’s eyes were dilated as he looked at Tammy, who was looking up at him hopefully. Let my bratty sister TOUCH me!?  
 
Mrs. Larkin gave him an encouraging nod. "If you do, I'll let you go back in the pool."
 
Steve reluctantly agreed. “I guess it would be OK.” YESSSSS!
 
"This is awfully nice of you, Steve," she thanked him, then unexpectedly reached out and placed her fingertips and thumb on the shaft of his penis! "Just touch him like this, girls," she instructed, "and then give him a little squeeze."
 
Oh, YESSSSS!  His penis was ecstatic.
 
Tammy went first. She reached out tentatively, then softly placed her fingertips on her brother’s stiff shaft like Mrs. Larkin had demonstrated and gently squeezed. “Wow! It IS warm!” she gushed, "And kind of rubbery." She quickly released her big brother's penis and encouraged, “Go ahead and try it, Kelly.”
 
Steve stood absolutely still and held his breath as his sister's friend used her fingertips to softly squeeze his penis. She held him for a moment and then slid her thumb up to see if the fatty head felt warm too.
 
When her ticklish touch traversed his tip, Steve gasped, “OH!” as his whole body flinched and his penis jerked out of the girl’s hand.
 
Tammy looked afraid, but Mrs. Larkin and Christie were laughing. Everyone turned to see what was so funny.
 
Kelly had pulled her hand away as if she had been burned. “OH, NO! Did I hurt you?”
 
“No,” he replied breathlessly. Do it AGAIN!
 
Mrs. Larkin had happy tears in her eyes. “I forgot to mention, all that blood in his penis also makes it extra sensitive, especially at the tip! Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt him. In fact it probably felt pretty good, didn’t it, Steve?”  
 
He shrugged his shoulders. Do it AGAIN!  his beacon pulsed.
 
“Can I try that?” asked Tammy.
 
The teacher looked at Steve’s red face and observed that he was rapidly breathing. “No, we don’t want to get poor Steve too excited. Why don’t you girls go and play.”
 
When Kelly and Tammy had run off, Mrs. Larkin ruffled the boy’s hair and said, “Thank you, Steve. It was awfully nice of you to help the girls learn an important lesson. Christie, why don't you take Steve for a swim. He looks like he could use a cooling off!” As the teacher turned away, she thought aloud, “This gives me a great idea . . .”
 
As Steve bobbed along behind Christie's sexy bottom, he watched Mrs. Larkin walk to his Mom. She gestured towards him, his Mom looked over, and then they began to talk.
 
What's going on? Steve wondered.
 
Later, Steve was invited to open his presents. He got some really great stuff! When he opened his last present, from his parents, he was surprised to open a package that contained a DSH Cougars pennant. “What’s this?” he asked his mother.
 
She was practically bursting with the news. “Congratulations! I got you accepted at Donna Simpson High for your Freshman year!”
 
“HERE!?” he exclaimed. OH. SHIT. he thought.
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Re: Double Standard High(Fiction): Pool Party Surp
« Reply #247 on: Oct 30th, 2012, 8:25pm »
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you are really great, "LadyLover", it is one of the most funny story that I have read about an unexpected CFMN situation and it is very well written with many right comments about the feelings of boys of 14 age or that of girls, older or younger.
 
I like very much your idea of a CFMN situation in the pool with  boys who are still only pre-teenagers, so still not used to nudity and still less used to girls and still very shy and not at all knowing the rules of DSH but too young to protest really when the senior girls give them instructions or when their mothers are present.
 
I like the embarassment of the boys in front of their mothers, aunts and so on and especially in front of the malicious younger sisters. The idea of a spanking of Steve by his younger sister with the same number of smacks on his bottom than his years of age is great and how you relate it is very funny. I like the behaviour of the adult women, mothers and aunts, face to that siruation.
 
I like also the lesson of anatomy by the teacher of DSH because it does not go to far in erotic situations.
 
And I like the part of the story with the fathers. During a time, I was afraid that they agree to remove their swimming trunks because in that case, the situation would have been very different with husbands naked in front of their wives and fathers naked in front of their daughters.
 
In my opinion, it would have not been a good idea for that story. So I was satisfied when I read that they refused except one who received a good lesson but it was for a short time and not unfair with the story.  
 
And for the last, I like your idea to finish this story by a great surprise for Steve who discover that his mother has got him accepted at DSH for freshman year. What a good news for him! congratulations, boy, as said his mother. After that first swimming day at DSH, he would certainly be impatient to discover all the rules of DSH for the boy's students.
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Re: Double Standard High(Fiction): Pool Party Surp
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Brilliant episode.  I could feel exactly what the boys were going through and I liked it.  Great job.
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Re: Double Standard High(Fiction): Pool Party Surp
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yes, great job of LadyLover about the feelings of the boys.  
 
"Lady Lover": I hope that you will relate later the next physical examination of the future new freshmen at DSH before their admission at the school would be definitive.
 
I presume that it would be performed either in the big gym, either in the side of the swimming pool bebause the area of the nurse office is certainly too small.  
 
May be the members of the staff of the school would be more present than at the pre-draft physicals of the senior boys?
 
And may be the letter which would summon the boys would invite the mothers to come at the school and it would be mentioned that it would be a good opportunity for them to visit the school to encourage them to say yes to the invitation, and as it would be an opportunity to visit the school, I presume that some mothers would propose to the younger sisters of the boys to accompany them at the school to share this  opportunity to visit a school where they would also be soon students. And of course, once the younger sisters would be present at school, it would be logical that they would be spectators at the boy's physicals  since they could not stay alone.  it is obvious!
 
As the boys would do sports, it would be a very thorough physical examination of course.
 
I don't know if it would be a good idea to summon at the same time the new girls students even for their school physicals even if of course these physical examination would not be performed in the same way than that of boys ( one by one under a screen, with much privacy, never exposed undressed even in panties while the boys had a group exam in the nude since the start of all the examination in plain view of everybody with the new girls students as spectators with some of their mothers).
 
I am sure that it would be a great time to make boys understand what means the double standard, especially at DSH.
 
I would appreciate a talk between the mothers about the different need for modesty of sons and daughters during the physicals
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