I could escape it no longer. As an 18 year old senior in high school, I had to get a job. Somehow I had managed to get out of getting a part time job my first three years of high school, but finally my parents could put up with it no longer. I needed a job.
If that wasn't bad enough, to get the job I had to get a work permit from my school, and to fill out the work permit I had to have to get a physical examination at the doctors. I despise physicals. The last time I needed to get a physical was when I was 16 and getting my drivers permit. Sitting in a waiting-room for 20 minutes, then being taken back to the examining room to wait for the doctor for another 20 minutes. Only to be checked out from head to toe in every crevice including having my testicles inspected by an old lady was and is not my idea of a good time.
By the way I'm Calvin. Due to a disease I had as a child, when I was 18 I looked really young for my age. All through my young life I experienced being a "late bloomer" so to speak, and I mean really late. I watched through middle and high school in the gym locker rooms as other kids grew, got muscles, started growing hair on other places besides their head, and developing in "other key areas" if you get my drift. By 18 I began going through what all my friends experienced at 15 and 16 years old. I began getting taller, noticing peach fuzz on my face and hair growing under my arms. Most importantly I was getting a little hair down where it counts, and my crotch was actually growing like I'd seen other boys growing for years.
I'm not going to lie like most people who try telling their stories and say I had an 8 inch cock. Back then, while I was still developing, I had a 5 and a half inch penis (I knew because I measured while masturbating). Finally halfway through my senior year I was beginning to look more like a high school student, maybe not a senior, but at least a high school student. I had worked vigorously at weight training at an attempt to fit in with the other guys in my class, and it was finally starting to pay off. I was earning a six pack for my efforts, and some slight arm muscles. I still didn't look like a completely developed young man that's for sure, but I was getting there. With spiked blond hair and baby blue eyes, at only 5' 4", I had been told by a lot of girls that I had boyish good looks.
Boyish good looks gave me no trouble in getting a girlfriend in school, but at 18, not only was I struggling to look like a regular senior, but unlike many stories I had heard from friends and other guys at school, I was still a virgin. The farthest I had ever gotten was with a girlfriend I had earlier in my senior year. She showed my her breasts and let me rub them in someone's parents room at a party. We never got any farther before a drunk couple burst into the room and demanded we get out so they could "get it on".
Anyway, I hated physicals and had to get one because my parents were making me get a job. So with great annoyance I went to my doctors office on the day my Mom set me up for an appointment to find a waiting room full of people. As if it all wasn't enough I would have to sit there and wait for a long time to even get into the examining room.
At least I looked good. Worried that my doctor would find something unsatisfactory with my hygiene, before I left for the appointment that afternoon I got a long shower, washing every conceivable part of my body. When I was sure I hadn't missed a spot I got out, put on my best pair of cargo pants and a pull over shirt, and fixed up my hair into a perfect spike. I caked deodorant under my arm pits even though at my underdeveloped stage I really didn't sweat that often.
Admiring my cleanliness, I was broken out of my daze from the sound of a woman calling me from a now opened door leading into the doctors office. It was my time to go. I looked up and smiled weakly at the attractive young nurse that stood in the doorway.
"Right this way Calvin." She said to me in her perky voice. I followed her into a hallway where first we checked my vision. I had 20/20, at least I was good in that area. Then I followed the nurse to a scale.
"Take off your shoes and step onto the scale please." She instructed me smiling again. I took my shoes off and stepped up onto the scale. Before measuring me she looked down at her clip board.
"How old are you now Calvin? 16?" She asked innocently. I held back a growl. I was used to the mistake by now.
"18..." I replied grumbling. She smiled and marked that down on the sheet and then began to measure me. First my height.
"Almost 5' 5" now Calvin." She informed me. Next she moved the weights across the scale and calculated how much I weighed. "And 115 pounds." She continued writing it down on her sheet and looking it over for a minute. Talking to me as if I were a kid she continued "The charts show your really starting to shoot up there and grow."
Showing no apparent interest in the matter I let her lead me to an examining room at the end of the hall. We went in, and I sat up on the examining table with the annoying rustling white paper always stretched out across it. She quickly took my temperature, blood pressure, and pulse. Of course, that was all that the attractive young nurse would be doing for me. She informed my that the doctor would be in to examine my shortly and left the room. I sat there for what was much longer then "shortly" staring at the closed door waiting for it to open and for good old Dr. Gamson to enter the room. She was nice enough. Of course she treated me 3 or 4 years younger then I actually was, but so did everyone else. Also getting my balls rubbed by an aging 50 year old woman wasn't exactly the best thing in the world, but I would manage.
Finally the door opened, letting out a sigh of relief that I could get the hell out of that place soon, I was disappointed to see another young nurse enter the room holding a clip board. This nurse how ever was much more attractive then the first nurse.
She had a short black skirt on, showing off long smooth tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles up into the small skirt. She wore a white coat typical of anyone working at the doctor's office, however the top few buttons on her coat were undone showing just enough of her ample cleavage. She had long flowing light brown hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. She was the hottest nurse I had ever seen.
"Hello Calvin, I'm Dr. Brown, I'll be filling in for Dr. Gamson today." She said smiling and shutting the door behind her as she walked towards me sitting with my legs dangling over the side of the examining table. I sat dumbfounded and confused. I was too busy staring her up and down to be sure that I heard her right. Did she say doctor? Doctor as in the one that would be giving me my physical that day? Excited and confused I stared at her for a few more moments, until I noticed she had her hand extended for a shake. Coming back to reality, I blushed and meekly shook her hand and got out a weak "Hello".
Turning away from me for a moment to set the clip board down on the counter and get things ready. I only partially heard her as I took the opportunity to scout out her lusciously tight ass through her tight black skirt. She turned around, I diverted my eyes back to meet hers quickly and felt myself blush again as she had to repeat her question.
"So your here to get a physical for your workers permit?" She asked again kindly, whether she noticed my gawking or if she just didn't care, she didn't seem at all annoyed. I shook my head yes, not wanting my voice to squeak or give out like it had started doing when I was nervous.
