Copyright © 2002, TooMuchTime. All rights reserved.

By the time Jason climbed off his bike and walked it over to the rack, he was sweating like crazy and could barely feel his legs. It had taken him nearly an hour to pedal up the hill to the high school -- in August heat, no less. But with both his parents at work and no friends who drove, it was the only way to get to his sports physical. He couldn't wait until next year, when he'd be 16... old enough to get a permit and start driving himself places. Jason leaned his bike against the rack, then chained it, pulled his backpack down to carry in one hand, and wobbled on numb legs toward the front door.

As he walked down the halls toward the nurse's office, Jason noticed how creepy a school was during the summer. Too quiet. His sneaker squeaked once when he didn't lift his foot high enough, and it almost sounded as loud as somebody screaming. There had been only a few cars in the parking lot when he rode through it, and there was nobody in the hallways now. For some reason, he thought there would be teachers here, preparing new torture methods or something.

At the nurse's office, Jason was greeted by a row of empty chairs outside the door. Strange, he thought, and glanced at his digital watch. Five minutes to eleven. Shouldn't there be other guys from the team here already, waiting for their physicals too? He wandered hesitantly into the open door, and said, "Hello?"

A female voice answered from the back room. "I'll be right out!" Jason stood there a moment, fiddling with the loose arm on his glasses. Then once he realized he might be standing there a while, he decided to sit down in one of three chairs lined up in front of the desk, where a small placard read, "Nurse Meyers". He remembered hearing last year that Nurse Richmond might retire. Apparently, she had.

Meyers, he thought. That name sounded familiar to him. It took him only a few seconds to remember why. There used to be a big family of Meyers that lived just up the road from them. They moved away a couple of years ago, though, and now a yuppie couple lived there. During grade school, Jason had walked to that house more than once, to hit them up for fund-raisers, and despite having four or five high school kids of their own, they'd always been good about buying whatever he brought around -- candles, calendars, magazine subscriptions.

What he remembered most of all about the Meyers, though, was one of the daughters. When he'd been ten, starting puberty and first becoming aware of just how much he appreciated looking at the female body, he used to bike aimlessly past the Meyers house three or four times a day in the summer, and for one reason only -- to see if the gorgeous blonde daughter would be sunbathing out on the side lawn, as she often did. She'd even answered the door once when he'd come collecting, and he fell in love with her immediately.

Jason never knew the daughter's name, but she was a true All-American Beauty in every sense of the word. Long, wavy dirty-blonde hair and a tall thin frame, some freckles on the nose, with round hips, a healthy chest, and a wide, genuine, country-girl smile. Unfortunately, though, he only got a couple of months to ogle at her in a bikini. Because at the end of that summer, she disappeared. He always figured she must have gone off to college. Yet still, for months afterwards, despite his disappointment, she continued to fuel dozens upon dozens of masturbation sessions.

Even now, five years later, a smile crept onto his face as he thought about her.

And then, the door to the back room opened, and there she was -- standing in front of him in a green running singlet, dark blue shorts, and sneakers. Her skin was tan and her face slightly red from recent exertion, as she dried her face with a hand towel. "Sorry for the wait," she said, smiling. "I just finished running some laps out on the track. I haven't had a chance to get cleaned up yet."

"It's... okay," Jason said, still reeling over the fact of who she was. She looked exactly like he remembered, but even better, if that was possible. Her breasts were roped in by a sports bra, but looked every bit as big to him as they used to (a D cup for sure). The thin shorts she wore rode up high on her, as running shorts tend to do, and made her impossibly long and well-developed legs seem even longer. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and it wagged over her head as she now used the towel to dry off the back of her neck.

"So what can I help you with?" she asked.

"Um... my physical. For cross country."

"Today?" She walked over to her desk, and shuffled through some papers.

"I think so." Jason opened his backpack, and fumbled for the letter he'd received weeks before.

"Hm. No, I think you might be a day off. Yup, says here cross country physicals are tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Jason finally found the letter, looked it over, then leaned forward and handed it to her. "See, right there -- it says Monday the 8th."

Nurse Meyers looked it over as well, then at the calendar on the wall. "Yeah, but... today's the 7th. I guess the secretaries got the day of the week wrong. It should have been Tuesday the 8th."

"Oh." Jason blushed.

A sympathetic look washed over her face. "It's okay," she said. "It was a natural mistake."

"Yeah, but apparently I was the only one who made it."

She chuckled at this. "True. But you may not be the last one."

Jason stood. "Well... okay then. I guess I'll come back tomorrow."

"Do you need to call somebody to pick you up?" the nurse asked, and gestured to the phone.

"No, it's okay. I rode my bike up."

"Really? How far?" She glanced down at the letter in her hand and answered her own question. "Wait, you live on Hackney Road?"

Jason nodded.

"I used to live on Hackney Road. With my family. Before they moved."

"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar," Jason said, trying to play it off as cool as possible. "I think you used to be the next house up from ours. On the other side of the stream."

"Right, right." Her face blossomed with recognition. "Your family had all the dogs. The..."

"Greyhounds. My parents bred them."

"Oh, right. And I think I remember you too. You used to ride your bike past our house all the time."

Jason blushed again. "Yeah, well. All my friends lived like a mile away."

"Well, you certainly grew up," she said, in a way that couldn't help but sound a bit patronizing. He knew he wasn't very tall for his age. Not the shortest kid in his class, but hardly a giant either, and thinner than most, no matter how much he ate. Increased metabolism, they called it. The nurse herself was taller than he was by at least a few inches. "I mean, you used to be a little kid," she said, as if to qualify.

All he could think to do was shrug in response.

"Wait, you rode your bike all the way up that hill from Hackney? That must have taken forever!"

"About an hour. The ride home is easy, though. All coasting."

"I bet. But then you have to do it again tomorrow."

"It's okay," he said.

"No. That's not fair. The secretaries made the screw-up. I tell you what. Let me get a few things together here, and I'll go ahead and give you your physical right now. Then you'll be free and clear."

"You don't have to. I can come back tomorrow."

"That's silly. All I'm doing here today is paperwork, and I've got most of it done. Besides, if I do yours now, it's one less I have to do tomorrow. Just have a seat in the back room there, take your shoes off, and I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"I insist," she said, smiling. Jason felt himself swoon. He was in love with her all over again.

As he ambled into the back room, he saw a low cot to the left, and figured that's where she meant for him to sit. To the right was another door, which let into a small bathroom. Along the back wall were a metal counter, locked cabinets, a shiny sink -- all the makings of a doctor's examination room. He made his way to the paper-covered cot and sat down, the paper crackling under his weight. Then he took his sneakers off. Not long after, he heard the nurse close the outside door, a moment before she walked into the room carrying a clipboard and stethoscope.

"Alrighty, let's start with the easy stuff first. Why don't you step on the scale over here, and we'll get your height and weight." Jason did as he was told, stepping up onto the wobbly scale, which for the time being made him just marginally taller than Nurse Meyers. Although they were now face to face, he tried not to make too much of a point of staring at her as she maneuvered the height rod up and tapped it down on the top of his head. But halfway through the process, she reached up under her breast and aggressively scratched under her armpit -- half-cupping her boob as she did so -- and Jason found he had a hard time keeping his composure.

"Okay," she said. "Looks like you're five-six and a half." Then she started fiddling with the weights on top of the scale, and again, had to interrupt what she was doing to perform another not-so-subtle cup-and-scratch, this time with a kind of annoyed expression on her face. "And your weight is... one-twenty-one." She wrote both numbers down on the clipboard. "Okay, go ahead and have a seat." Again, she dug under her armpit, this time on the other side. "You know what, can you excuse me for just a minute? I'll be right back." With this, she put the clipboard down on the metal counter and stepped into the small bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Jason wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe she had poison ivy or a bug bite or something. He just sat there with his hands in his lap, waiting. A few minutes later, the nurse emerged from the bathroom with something in her hand, and bee-lined immediately for a travel bag resting on the floor along one wall. She crouched down, unzipped it, stuffed something inside, zipped it back up, then turned and stood, smiling awkwardly. "Sorry about that." Even before she started to explain, Jason could see the difference in her immediately. Her chest seemed suddenly more pronounced, the tips of her nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the green singlet, and her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked across the room to pick up her clipboard. "That sports bra is too tight, and it chafes something fierce after I've been sweating."

"Okay," was all Jason could think to say, as his face burned bright red.

"Sorry again," she said. "I guess that was too much information."

"It's okay," he repeated. "No big deal."

The nurse laughed. "Well, you sure are an agreeable one. Keep that up, and this won't take long at all." She grabbed a rolling stool from one end of the counter, and sitting on it, rolled over to him. It was an innocent enough action, but all the while, with each new movement, her breasts wobbled in a new and exciting way, and so the sight of it drove his hormones wild. He could already feel an erection beginning to grow in his shorts.

No no no, he thought. Not now! At age 15, he'd had plenty of boners at awkward times before -- during class or in gym or when he had to pee -- but this could be perhaps the worst possible time of all. Maybe if he just stopped looking at her, he could hold it off. Think about video games or something.

"Okay, Jason, I need you to take your shirt off for me."

"What?" This seemed like a bad idea. At the moment, his long t-shirt was the only defense he had against an erection showing through his shorts, in the event that he wasn't able to hold it off. "Why?"

"I just need to check your heart and lungs." To illustrate her point, she held the ear of the stethoscope up.

"Oh." He figured there was no way around it. "I guess." He pulled the shirt up over his head, then quickly settled it down on his lap. Actually, he thought, this worked out well. He'd be able to hide himself much better this way.

"That's it. Now scoot forward a bit. There." Coming at him from the side, she pressed the cold ear of the stethoscope against his chest, and reached her other hand around and placed it against his back. "Now breath in slowly for me." Her touch was warm and electric and nearly drove Jason insane. "Now exhale. That's good." Any chance he had of not getting hard, whether he looked at her or not, suddenly went completely out the window. His dick sprang up like a steel rod in his shorts, and he could feel it press up toward his hands beneath the wadded t-shirt.

She switched hands with the stethoscope, and as she did, her well-manicured fingernails brushed innocently against the skin of his back, sending chills through him. She pressed her warm hand against his chest this time, and listened his heartbeat from the back. "Breath in again," she said. From this close up, he could smell her perspiration, and it seemed like perfume to him. "Then out." It was probably the closest thing to torture he'd ever experienced. "Perfect."

Then it ended. Pulling both hands away, she wrote something on the clipboard, then looked up at him. "Tell me, Jason, are you usually nervous about getting medical exams?"

"N-no... why?" He felt vulnerable, sitting there with no shirt on. He was torn. Part of him wanted to ask if he could put the shirt back on, but another part of him realized that if he did, she'd see what kind of a state he was in.

"No reason. It just seemed like your heart was racing a bit. It's common enough, though. People seem to get uptight about being examined. It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"I guess I am a little nervous," he admitted.

She smiled sympathetically, and put a gentle hand on his arm. "Don't be," she said. "It'll all be over soon enough."

He grinned back at her. "Okay. I'll try."

"Good." Next, she tested his blood pressure, making small talk all the while. "So what do you like to do for fun, Jason?"

"You know, the usual. Video games. Hang out with my friends."

"That's good. Stay out of trouble, do you?"

"Usually," he said, trying to joke.

Generously, she laughed. "Oh, I see how it is."

At this point, she was leaning forward, giving Jason an unexpected glimpse down the singlet at a sweet valley of cleavage. Fortunately, she was busy looking at the blood pressure gauge at the time, and he was able to linger on the sight for about five glorious seconds. Then, as she prepared to remove the blood pressure sleeve, he pulled his eyes away again.

"Okay, that's done. Only one more thing left to do, and we'll have you out of here."

Jason was not at all prepared for what she'd say next.

As casually as if she were telling him to touch his nose, the Nurse Meyers said, "Stand up please, and drop your shorts."

"Wh-wh-what?" His stomach jumped up into his throat.

She laughed, then covered it up. "Sorry. I guess that was a bit blunt. I know dropping your shorts is probably not your favorite thing to do, especially in front of a woman. But I have to check you for a hernia."

"You HAVE to?"

"I'm afraid so. If you have one, it needs to be detected early on."

"But..." He couldn't think of any good argument. His brain froze.

Then she put her hand on his arm again. "Jason. I told you. There's no reason to be nervous. I know I'm a girl, but I'm also a nurse. I know exactly what you've got down there, and it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"You do?"

"Of course." She smiled up at him, knowingly. "Now, don't think about it too much. Just stand up, drop your shorts, I'll do what I have to do, and it will all be done with. Okay?"

Well, he thought. It didn't sound like he was going to get out of it. And if she already knew, then what was the big deal... "Okay." Quickly, before he could change his mind, he stood, dropping the t-shirt in his hands clumsily to the floor and pushing his shorts and underwear down to his knees, all in one motion. The elastic band of the underwear caught on his erection on the way down, and so by the time he was standing, it bounced up and down like a diving board, twanging in the air.

At first, the nurse was focused on the clipboard, and didn't notice. Then, as she looked up, there it was, just a foot in front of and below her face. Her reaction was immediate and almost comical. "Oh my god," she said, her mouth dropping slightly open. She began to stammer. "I -- I didn't realize you were -- that it was -- but I guess that's why you -- oh my god."

"What? I thought you said you knew."

"Well, I meant... I knew you had a penis. Not that you had... an erection." She laughed a little, still not taking her eyes off of his condition. "And not that it was so..."

"So what?" From this high angle, Jason once again had a view down her singlet, which only succeeded in making him all the harder.

"Ummm... how to put this. Let's just say you're a healthy boy and leave it at that." This time, her laughter was more than a bit nervous.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... well... you're a tad... bigger than I would have expected."

"Why, how big is it supposed to be?"

"Well, it's not supposed to be any size at all. Men... and boys... vary a lot. It's just that, for your age, and your height, I'd have guessed you to be a bit smaller than that. A LOT smaller than that, actually."

"Why?" Jason asked. "What's average?" Other than a couple of porn films, he'd never seen another guy's penis other than his own. Faced with the knowledge that he might actually be well-hung, he suddenly felt more bold than he had a few minutes before. Bold enough even to stand there with his dick poking straight out and ask questions about it.

"Hm. Well 'average' varies with age. The last studies I read on the subject said that the average for an adult male is 5 and a half inches. I'm guessing that for a boy your age, it would be an inch or so less. Judging by eye..." She craned her head around, to get a look at his erection from the side. "I'd say yours is about... 6 and a half... maybe 7."

"Really?" Jason smiled, proudly. "Cool."

She nodded. "Yes. You're a... lucky boy, it seems." After craning her head around to the other side, to get a different profile view, the nurse seemed to shake herself out of her reverie. "Oh... but I, um... there was a reason for making you drop your shorts, wasn't there?"

"The hernia exam?"

"Yes. Right. That's it." More nervous laughter. "Hm. It's a little trickier this way."

"It is?" he asked.

"Kind of." She started to reach her hand down, to get up underneath, but clearly his erection was in the way. "There's kind of an... obstacle here."

"Oh."

"Do you mind if just..." She tentatively reached for his engorged member.

"Ummm... no, I guess not." Oh my god, he thought! Was she seriously going to...

And then she did. Nurse Meyers took his cock in one hand and, grasping it gently, pulled it over to one side. The sensation was indescribable. Not since he was a little kid had anybody touched him there, and even then it was his mother, all in the name of taking a bath... and it wasn't hard back then. But this was something altogether different. With her free hand, she reached up underneath, cupped his balls, and began to probe around behind them with her fingertips. This feeling, combined with the other, almost drove him over the edge. And then, suddenly, it was gone. She pulled both hands away again.

"No," she said. "This isn't going to work."

"What do you mean?" Jason asked.

"Well... everything is stretched too tight down there. I can't make any kind of assessment."