Part XXXVI
As promised, I called Dr. Fitzgerald's office first thing Monday to help Jay arrange for his tender testicle to be examined. I should not have been surprised by who answered the phone.
"Dr. Fitzgerald's office, this is Rebecca."
"Hi, um, Rebecca, this is Stu."
There was a pause. Enough for me to ponder the fact that the woman -- the older woman -- who had answered the phone was my first fuck. Things had been going along great with Rebecca and me until Peter, the 20-something guy with a hairy chest, stole her away.
"Stu? As in, fellow RA Stu?"
"Um, yes."
"Well hi Stu. Haven't seen you for a while. Where ya' been hangin'?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I heard you were gone all weekend."
"Well, that's one reason for my call. Remember Jay, the
Freshmen who needed the physical, the guy you helped get squeezed into Dr. Fitzgerald's schedule."
"Stu, he's sort of hard to miss. He's pretty cute."
"Well, anyway ..."
"How'd he do?"
"Huh?"
"The sports physical? It was late in the day, I know, when Jay came in for his exam. It was the doctor's last thing for the day. How'd it go for him?"
"Fine, I guess."
"I was just wondering, because when I got in the next day, to clean up the exam room, it was sort of a mess."
"It was?"
"Yeah, um, Jay must've, ah, spent a little time in there, by himself. Afterward ..."
I was getting flush in the face because I knew firsthand what had happened afterward. Jay had cum on the exam table, after he had watched me cum during my exam. It had been a turning point for Jay, the first time he had really let it be known -- OK, shown -- that he had a thing for hard dicks. Including mine.
"I don't know whether he had any time by himself ..."
"Well, let's just say it was pretty obvious that the last patient of the day was a male. I'll just leave it at that."
"I see."
"Anyway, Stu, what can I do for you, for Jay?"
"Well, he needs to go back to see Dr. Fitzgerald."
"Why?"
"We were in Chicago this weekend, me and Jay, and see, he got an injury."
"What sort of injury?"
"To his crotch. His groin area."
"He hurt his groin in Chicago? What exactly were you doing?"
"No, no, no. It was before the trip. He, um, hurt his testicles, well one of them, while playing a pickup game of baseball last week, on campus."
"Which one?"
"Ours."
"You share Jay's testicles?"
"Oh, I thought you meant which campus. Um, the left."
"How do you know?"
"Well, Jay told me."
"Um, OK ... Well, I can check with Dr. Fitzgerald. She might be able to squeeze him in this week, probably later though."
"Great." I gave Rebecca Jay's phone number and then called the shortstop to tell him the news. He said today wasn't good anyway because he had a mandatory fall baseball practice later that day, his first one. But he would be free Tuesday and Thursday afternoons.
* * *
At about 3:30 that same day Jay's roommate, Ezekiel, tracked me down.
"Seen Jay?"
"I think he's at baseball practice."
"Well, a Dr. Fitzgerald's office called for him, said I was supposed to get him a message if I could, and the lady on the line suggested you might be able to help."
"OK."
"They said the doctor could see Jay at 4:45 today, and that's it for the rest of the week."
"But he's got practice ..."
"Well, that's what she said. I'm merely the messenger."
"Right. OK, thanks Ezekiel. I'll go find Jay."
* * *
I had jacked off a time or two to the idea of seeing Jay in his uniform playing baseball, but until late on that Monday afternoon I had no good reason for actually seeing him in action.
The practice field was on the other side of campus, next to the athletic complex. I parked the car and approached the field and counted my luck as I saw that Jay was just stepping to the plate for batting practice. My friend was wearing a dark-blue practice jersey over a white t-shirt. His practice pants were supposed to be white but were stained with infield clay and outfield grass. The
Freshmen had put that black stuff under his eyes, the stuff you see players use on TV, and his biceps were bulging as he stepped to the plate, spit, adjusted himself as baseball players have a habit of doing, and took a few practice swings as a catcher crouched with his hose perhaps a foot from Jay's butt.
Then, pop! Out to the outfield the ball went. Jay seemed to smile as the catcher patted him on the butt. A few more swings, another adjustment to the package in his pants, and crack! Down the third-base line. The catcher readjusted his stance and adjusted himself as well. The next pitch was a ball, but the next two floated to the outfield with an impressive arc, and as the catcher stood, he patted Jay on the butt again and seemed to signal that the
Freshmen's turn at the plate was over.
As Jay walked to the third-base side, I took a breath and crossed in back of the plate. When the catcher took off his mask, I recognized him as a senior, and his 5 o'clock shadow looked at me with suspicion.
"Can I help you."
"I'm, ah, just ... I need to talk to Jay."
Jay was at the dugout by then. I heard an upper-classman say "nice job, frosh boy" as I went to meet my friend. The baseball player seemed a little annoyed, wondering what the hell I was doing at his practice and perhaps fearing I'd let the cat out of the sack. All I wanted to do was tell him that he could get his ballsac examined yet that afternoon, if he was able to break away.
"Hey, Jay."
"What's up Stu?" Jay was dripping with macho. I was starting to get hard. "I'm at practice."
"I know, but, um, Fitzgerald called. She can see you yet this afternoon, like right away, but not for the rest of the week."
"I can't leave now Stu." The object of my desire took a long, deep drink of water, and I watched his neck muscles pulsate as he gulped down perhaps a pint. "I'm at practice, and I'm a
Freshmen, and --"
The batting coach came on the scene and inquired about what was going on. Jay whispered his situation to the coach, must've explained that I was helping out, and two minutes later we were in my car.
Once we had some privacy Jay lost the bravado, thanked me for helping, and apologized for his appearance and for getting my car dirty. I said any dirt would come out and that he shouldn't worry about it. As I turned to back out of the parking space, I took a second to glance at the impressive athlete to my right, a stud really, there in his uniform. Grass stains were on Jay's knees, and his left thigh caked with clay. Between his knees and his thigh was his crotch, there in soiled baseball pants of all things, bulging, delicious. It was a crotch that Dr. Fitzgerald would be examining in less than a half-hour. It was a crotch that I had touched, had even tasted, but one that looked even more enticing there in the tight confines of his practice gear.
"Let's swing by the dorm, Stu."
"Why?"
"I'll grab a quick shower and throw on some clothes."
It was 4:20.
"Fitzgerald said to be there by 4:45. It's a ten-minute drive, Jay."
"Well, I could hit the shower in the athletic complex, but I don't have any street clothes. I'd still have to go like this."
Jay smelled his left pit.
"Yuck. I stink."
"I'm sure you're fine."
"Stu, take a whiff."
"Seriously?"
"Do I stink?"
I took a long, deep whiff of the shortstop. He smelled like grass, sun, and sweat, but not in that order. Yet I told him he smelled fine. And I wasn't lying. Whether Dr. Fitzgerald would agree was anybody's guess.
"You sure?"
"She's a doctor. She's seen it all before. And she already gave you your physical. This isn't a complete physical. It'll be a more focused exam. Probably in and out. No big deal."
"Think so?"
"Sure. Plus, Jay, she's examining you down there." I pointed my thumb toward his balls. "It's not like she's going to check out your injury while letting you wear baseball pants."
"I suppose not."
* * *
Rebecca was at the front desk when Jay and I arrived. I went in first, but after quickly glancing at me Rebecca was drawn to the sound of cleats clicking on the tile floor and the sights of a shortstop in full baseball dress. Like a gentleman, Jay took off his cap as he approached the counter.
"Well, obviously, you're Jay."
"And Jay, this is Rebecca."
"Yeah, hi." Jay was being bashful. "We, um, met in the dorms. When you were with that, um, Peter guy."
"Oh yes, when I was with Peter." I watched Rebecca closely as Jay moved to my side at the reception desk and she scanned his jersey and pants. "And I've seen you around campus."
"You have?" Jay seemed proud that had had been noticed. I, however, sensed danger.
"Sure. Not dressed like that of course, but I'd have recognized you." Rebecca looked at me and forced a smile. What a bitch, I thought.
"Well, thanks for getting me in. Stuie just came and got me, brought me right here, so sorry, I didn't have time to take a shower." Jay scratched his left pit. "Or to change."
"That's OK, it won't matter."
"It won't?"
"No. The doctor is just finishing up with another patient. Jay, why don't you come back and I'll get you started."
I followed behind but Rebecca stopped me at the door.
"Stu, patients only, beyond this point."
"Doesn't he need a chaperone?"
"Oh, there's a male assistant here today, that won't be a problem."
I tried to contain my disappointment as Jay thought about what to say.
"That's OK, Rebecca, Stu and I are buds."
"So?"
"I want him to come. Come back, I mean."
"You want Stu to come back. Well, it's going to be a little crowded ..."
"Stu helped diagnose the problem."
"He what?"
"He, ah ... Never mind."
"Well, if that's what you want. I'll tell Rodney he can go home early then ..."
Jay's cleats clicked against the floor as Rebecca led us to an exam room at the other end of the hall from where we had been before. As the shortstop took a seat on the end of the exam table, I assumed my position in the chair facing the end of the table head-on. The pants were tight enough that I should've been able to see a testicle on each side of the crotch seam, but his bulge was not as pronounced as when the shortstop wore jeans. I wondered whether that was because he was wearing a jock.
Rebecca opened a drawer on the exam table and handed something to Jay.
"Here you are, Jay."
"What's this?"
"A gown."
"Do I need to -- ?"
"Dr. Fitzgerald requires them for this sort of exam."
"This sort of exam?"
"Jay, you'll need to undress all the way today. Including your supporter."
"How do you know I'm wearing a supporter?"
"You're fresh from the baseball field, aren't you? And given the nature of your injury, I should hope you're smart enough young man to wear an athletic supporter." Rebecca did not hide the fact that she was eyeing his crotch. "And looking at you, I can tell."
"You can?"
"So everything off, Jay. Shirt, or jersey, or whatever you call it?"
"Jersey, yeah."
"Jersey, shirt underneath, those baseball shoes, socks, supporter, everything. And then we'll be with you in a few minutes."
Rebecca left the door open a crack, but I closed it shut and could feel my heart thump as I watched Jay stand from the table, put down the gown, unbutton his jersey, and peel it from his frame. He placed the jersey on the chair to the side and then kicked off his cleats before standing at the foot of the table to continue the process. By then, Jay was dressed all in white, and against the t-shirt and pants Jay's biceps looked brown, even browner than his eyes, and almost black. As the
Freshmen fished his t-shirt shirt out of his pants, I felt more than my heart thump as the student-athlete raised the garment over his head and wiggled his torso while removing the sweaty shirt.
Jay threw it toward the chair and then undid one snap, then another, and then another before beginning to lower his baseball pants and confirming to me that he was, in fact, wearing a jock.
Jay faced me straight on, completely uninhibited by the fact that he was undressing before me. In the confines of the tight jock, the
Freshmen with the above-average-sized dick looked quite a bit smaller in the cock-and-balls department. Then the
Freshmen peeled the garment from his crotch, and I blinked at the sight of his package emerging from the tight fit. Jay fluffed himself up with one hand while holding his jock with his other hand, eventually handing it to me when he was back to his normal size.
And then, once again, Jay was entirely naked in Dr. Fitzgerald's exam room, and I was along for the ride. The next step for Jay was to try to figure out how to get the gown on. The next step for me was to put Jay's jock to my nose. As the athlete became consumed by the confusion of the gown, I took a whiff. Jay's jock was sweaty and musky, intoxicating really, and I got hard the rest of the way knowing that the fluid against my nose had come from the crotch of the athletic body in front of me, the body I had seen on the baseball field barely a half-hour earlier, the very body I had recently sexually explored.
Jay slipped on the gown and stood in front of me, held his arms out, and blushed. "Like this?" I intended to scan the shortstop's frame from head to toe but understandably got sidelined at the sight of Jay's penis and balls sagging toward the exam room's floor. Jay tried to fold the gown around his frame, to no avail.
"Doesn't really do much good, Stu. Wonder if they have a bigger one."
Jay lifted himself onto the end of the exam table and then looked toward his crotch, resigning himself to the fact that the covering would be partial. I watched the 18-year-old patient's testicles and five-inch flaccid penis droop onto the white paper of the exam table as he swung his legs while scanning the doctor's various certificates. Then Jay's eyes landed on me. And on my crotch. My hard crotch.
"Fuck. Stu!"
"Sorry, Jay. I can't help it."
It took only about 20 seconds for the tip of Jay's penis to complete its trip from the top of the exam table to the top of his navel. We both watched it, as if it were a flag being raised on the Fourth of July.
"Oh, fuck, Stu. I figured this would happen."
"Think about baseball."
"Very funny."
Jay pushed at his penis, but that only seemed to make the erection worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it. I most certainly looking at it. And within no time, I knew Dr. Fitzgerald would be too.
And then, a knock. Jay made a fig leaf with his hands, but we both knew it would be no use. The door opened toward me, and I watched Jay's face take on a look of utter disbelief.
"Hi Jay. Good to see you again." Dr. Fitzgerald crossed to the shortstop and forced the patient's right hand from his privates into hers -- her hand, that is. As the doctor gave it a good shake -- Jay's hand, that is -- I could see another set of shoes under the door, and they were coming in as the doctor observed Jay in his unconcealed state of embarrassment and then looked over her shoulder.
"Rebecca?"
"Yes doctor?"
"You need to remind the patients to put the opening of the gown in the back, particularly the younger ones, like Jay here, who haven't undergone this sort of procedure. Young men aren't used to wearing gowns, until their first rectal."
"Oh, sorry. It said in Jay's chart that he had had a rectal, the last time he was here."
"Oh yes, that's right. I can see why you made that mistake then. That exam came as a bit of surprise to both of us, I think."
Rebecca apologized again and Jay got purple -- first in the face, and then in the penis. His seven-inch organ was throbbing rapidly, with each beat of his nervous heart.
Dr. Fitzgerald spun around to reintroduce herself to me, barely able to contain her suspicion. Then the physician confirmed that her patient wanted me in the room for his testicular examination. Jay said he did but remained silent as to Rebecca's presence.
As the physician turned her back to check the athlete's chart, Rebecca held a clipboard and was tapping the tip of her pen against her upper lip, seemingly to the beat of Jay's pulsating erection.
Rebecca stood at the doctor's side as the physician again approached her disrobed patient. For once, Jay spoke first.
"I'm sorry, doctor. I --"
"For what?"
Jay pressed at the base of his penis, but that only made the erect organ stand out more prominently.
"I'm, um, fresh from practice, so I didn't have a chance to, you know, shower."
"Oh." Dr. Fitzgerald glanced at the pile of Jay's baseball clothes. " Wow, even had to wear baseball shoes down here, huh? What are they, cleats?"
"Yeah, cleats."
"What size you wear?"
"Eleven and a half."
There was no question in my mind that at that point Dr Fitzgerald looked through Jay's open gown to determine the truth of what they say about shoe size.
"Well, my son has gone through several pairs of cleats. He's fifteen. What're you, nineteen?"
"Eighteen."
"Eighteen. My! Moving right along, aren't you. But you're done growing. Your feet, I mean."
Rebecca did little to contain her sigh as Dr. Fitzgerald continued to address her young-adult patient, whose fully erect penis was perhaps two feet from her own crotch.
"Anyway, Brian, my son, he's gone through a pair of cleats each year." The doctor moved to between the knees of her young patient and put her hand on Jay's knee. "You boys, you young men, you just grow ... so ... fast."
At that point, it was Jay who signed as he put his left hand right on top of his erection.
"Well, Jay, looks like you're ready to go. Let's open that gown of yours a little more ... Good." Jay leaned back on his left palm as the doctor opened Jay's gown to reveal his six pack, which heaved in and out with each of his nervous breaths under the pulsating erection Jay was pressing against himself with his right palm.
Jay jumped a little as Dr. Fitzgerald bounced both of his balls with her fingers.
"See, Rebecca, Jay's scrotum is in the perfect condition for this sort of examination."
"I see that."
Then the physician turned to Jay. "Well, young man, your erectile tissue didn't seem to get injured."
"No, ma'am."
"Move your hand away and let us take a look."
Jay put his hand behind his head and arched his back as his female examiner pulled the athlete's erection away from his tummy. As she checked the tip, a strand of precum trailed behind.
The doctor took her hands from the shortstop's crotch and took a step back. "Have you had sex since your injury?"
Jay looked at me. "Um, yes ma'am. Sort of."
"Sort of? And did you ejaculate?"
"Ah, yes ma'am."
"The ejaculate came out fine?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so."
"You guess so?"
"Well ..." Jay glanced at me, and probably my mouth. "... I didn't see it, at the time, that I, you know ..."
"Had an orgasm?"
"Right. So I didn't actually see it, ah ..."
Then Rebecca interjected. "Spurt out."
I felt a tiny bit of precum spurt out as Jay continued to get grilled.
"All right, Jay. Let's check that injured testicle of yours."
I palmed my erection as I watched Dr. Fitzgerald press Jay's right ball between her gloved fingers.
"Um, doctor, it's the other one."
"Oh. Says right testicle here. Rebecca, you --"
"Sorry. Dr. Fitzgerald."
"Yes, OK Jay. Well, your right felt just fine. So let's see here about your left ..."
Dr. Fitzgerald was silent as she examined the ballplayer's left ball.
"It is quite a bit larger than the right, Jay. Is that unusual?"
"Well, it is my bigger one ..."
Rebecca interjected that it usually was, on most guys, to which Dr. Fitzgerald nodded.
"Yes, but this is a bit larger than I would expect, a bit swollen. It's good you came."
"What?"
"Came in. Today."
"Oh."
Poor Jay. His left ball wasn't all that was swollen.
"But it doesn't hurt constantly, Jay?"
"N-no. Only when it gets pressed."
"Like this?"
"More in back."
"Back here?"
"Sort of. It's sort of hard to reach."
"And you realized this during sex?"
"Sort of."
"I see. All right. Jay, unfortunately I need to ask you to get you into these."
Dr. Fitzgerald pulled out what I learned were stirrups, intended for female examinations. I wanted to hold Jay's hand as he whimpered while getting his crotch into full display, but he was on his own as he placed his bare feet in the contraption and the gown basically did no good from that point forward. Jay's lower legs were grimy, and his ballplayer face -- still stained with black paint -- winced at the realization of what was ahead.
"Rebecca, the fact that the patient, Jay here, has an erection at present will make the exam easier, actually." The doctor turned back to Jay, but only briefly. "And you shouldn't be embarrassed by this, young man." Then, the doctor went back to Rebecca to continue the teaching moment. "Otherwise, during exams of this type, you will want to make sure that the penis is fully out of the way. Have the patient hold it if necessary, but it would not be medically necessary for you to hold it."
"I see."
"Of course, when a man has an erection, no one has to old it."
Dr. Fitzgerald returned her attention to Jay.
"All right Jay, I'm going to go back there, to where you say it hurts the most." Dr. Fitzgerald put her left hand on Jay's right thigh to reassure him as the spread-eagle 18-year-old had the most embarrassing exam of his life.
"And it hurts ... right ... here?"
"Ow! Yes. That's it."
As Dr. Fitzgerald probed carefully, the room was silent except for Jay's nervous breaths and my beating heart. All eyes were on Jay, so I massaged my erection through my jeans as the physician continued her invasive examination.
And then ...
"Rebecca, here, you try."
"Shouldn't I have on a glove?"
"Well, I can tell there is no sign of disease, so you will be fine. Just wash your hands afterward. Jay has been and the ballfield, you know. And he's a little stinky, including down there probably/"
The grimy shortstop was about ready to pant as the bare right hand of my first fuck landed squarely on the underside of the scrotum next to the penis I had now pleasured three times. The ballplayer bit his lip as the young, inexperienced examiner took her time to press all around Jay's left ball, and then, amazingly, his right. I came a little in my shorts as I realized those very hands also had been on my privates pretty much at the exact moment I had had one of the best orgasms of my life.
"Good Rebecca. Smart to compare."
Jay closed his eyes and was trying with all his might not to come as Dr. Fitzgerald inquired with Rebecca about her experience with testicles.
"Oh, this isn't that new to me, doctor."
"Didn't think so. Good."
Then, finally, the female hands were free of the shortstop's crotch. He started to get soft as he thought the worst of it was over.
But it wasn't.
"I'll be back in a sec. Hang tight. Or loose." Dr. Fitzgerald chuckled at the joke she had just made and left Jay there in the stirrups, with Rebecca and me looking right up his crotch.
Somebody had to say something.
"So, Jay, how was practice?"
Jay answered through gritted teeth. "Fine, Stu, fine."
"What position do you play?" Rebecca wanted to know.
"Shortstop."
"Where does that word shortstop come from anyway?"
"I don't know."
"Because Jay, you're far from short."
"What do you mean by --"
"And I wouldn't want to stop if I --"
Then the door swung open and Dr. Fitzgerald emerged with a tube of something. She explained that the injury was not serious, but that it would take awhile to heal, and that Jay should apply this pain-relieving salve at least twice a day, but up to four times a day as necessary.
"I'll get you started."
Rebecca stood right at the doctor's side as the physician, now bare-handed, stood between the shortstop's spread-eagle legs once again. Without asking Rebecca reached for Jay's flaccid penis, to move it out of the way. Dr. Fitzgerald said nothing about that breach of medical ethics as she readjusted the light and applied a liberal amount of salve to the underside of Jay's testicles as the student intern held Jay's soft penis.
When the doctor was done, Rebecca rolled Jay's flaccid member a time or two and inquired whether the ballplayer could have sex while his injury was healing.
"Sure, that's fine. Obviously the injury did not affect his erection." The doctor had been addressing Rebecca, but then turned her attention back to her patient. "Just take it a little easy. Nothing too wild."
And then, finally, Jay was allowed to sit outside of the stirrups. Jay had been thoroughly humiliated, and his penis wasn't much bigger than mine as Dr. Fitzgerald inquired why, exactly, he had asked for me to be present.
"Well, Stu, my bud, he helped me find the injury." Jay tried to cover himself with the gown, to no avail as Rebecca shot a dirty glance my way.
"I see."
"See, doc, we were in Chicago, and I have an identical twin brother, Justin."
"A twin? No kidding?" Rebecca was quite interested by that development.
"See, and, ah, Stu was there, and, well, I ended up telling the guys about this pain."
"OK."
"And my brother, since he's, like identical, well, we, um ... Let's just say we figured out my, ah, testicle was bigger than it should be."
"We?"
"Well, I. Um. With Justin's help. And Stu's. Is this making any sense?"
Dr. Fitzgerald crossed to her desk, opened the drawer, and answered by throwing a package in my lap.
"Here."
They were condoms. A six-pack. How fitting.
"Better safe than sorry, gentlemen. Better safe than sorry ..."
And as it turned out, in less than an hour Jay and I would be putting both six packs to use -- his and the one the physician had tossed my way.
