A chance Google search led me to a blog on this site written by someone with the bizarre name of ‘uktrunks’. I’d completely forgotten about him, but I knew instantly who he must be because there were no other witnesses to the incident he describes. Apart from the medical staff of course. But as will become clear, they’re hardly likely to talk about it.

‘Uktrunks’ was a pathetic little wimp at school. I’m sure he didn’t have a clue what actually happened during that medical, but it was funny to see him twitching about nervously waiting his turn, when I eventually came out after nearly half an hour in the consulting room. He was terrified when I told him never to tell anyone! In fact he was just as terrified, maybe more so, when I contacted him earlier this month to ask what the hell was going on. Why had he written about it after all these years? Anyway, for me the medical was life-changing, so I want to set the record straight by telling the true story. ‘Uktrunks’ has agreed to add it to his blog. It’s the least he can do.

The annual medical was basically a bloody bore. One of those pointless things they do in public schools. It didn’t need a medical to confirm the obvious truth that boys get taller and heavier as they go up through the school, and that they need specs if they can’t see the blackboard. Most of us reckoned it was a smokescreen to let the pervy old doctor and matron have a good look in your pants. The only thing to make it more interesting this year was they’d taken on a new assistant matron. I’d seen her going in and out the sick bay, and managed to follow her up the stairs a couple of times. God knows why the school chose to employ her. She didn’t look much older than me, and all the chat in the prefects’ common room was about who would get to fuck her first. With some girls you just know they really want it. She was one of those.

I’d escaped the medical up to now by pleading prefect duties, rugby matches and even History, but they’d caught up with me and I’d been told to report first thing. I came straight from weight training, freshly showered and feeling very pumped. Smithson was the only other boy in the waiting room. He was the type we used to call a ‘weed’. I only knew his name because I’d had to invigilate his detention a couple of weeks back. Jesus, he looked pathetic hunched up on the bench. I knew he was risking the odd glance at me as I undressed, and it only confirmed my suspicion that he was ‘queer’. I was feeling particularly horny that morning, because I hadn’t had time for a wank before training. A heavy weights session had only made it worse, and of course I couldn’t get the young matron out of my mind. I half knew I was going to do something really stupid, something that might even get me expelled, but when you’re feeling that horny your cock is always going to win the argument with your common sense. I seem to remember turning to face the wall, probably pretending to look in my jacket pocket or something, because I didn’t want Smithson to see my erection.

So when the young matron came out of her office and called my name, I had my back to her. Turning round I made a token effort at hiding my cock but it wasn’t much good. I’d recently started wearing very small briefs (after seeing an advert with a sexy girl in a nightdress eyeing up a guy in ‘Jockey Skants’, I think that was the name). When you’ve got a raging hard-on you sort of waddle rather than walk, but I decided to brazen it out, looking straight at the young woman as I approached her. I could see she was struggling to hold herself together, backing off and trying to look away, but kind of fascinated at the same time. She could easily have called out to the senior matron or slipped into the doctor’s room next door, but something stopped her doing so – and it wasn’t that she was frozen with fear or something. Her behaviour emboldened me. I just felt so horny and self-confident, I grabbed her round the waist. I wanted sex, so I put my hand straight up her skirt and forced it between her legs, fumbling roughly for her pussy. I could feel her hot, a hint of wetness too. But next minute her hand was on my chest, surprisingly strong, pushing me away.

With surprising calm she closed the door to the waiting room. Mentally I thanked her for shutting out that weed, Smithson. Still no movement from the consulting room though. I was amazed how she’d pulled herself together. Her hand was up, palm towards me, warning me off and she lowered her voice. ‘Let’s take some measurements, shall we. See how big you are.’ For a moment I seriously imagined she wanted to measure my cock, but she was pointing at the scales. Definitely teasing though. I’d calmed down a bit, and didn’t have quite the erection I’d had earlier. But this young woman was turning me on. Big time. Still, I reckoned it was best to do as she said for now. Stepping onto the scales, I watched her go round to the other side to move the sliding weights. ‘Arms by your side and keep still’, she directed, making minute adjustments. ‘Do you know how big and heavy you are?’ That low teasing voice again, almost mouthing the question rather than speaking it. I knew pretty accurately, because we got weighed every Friday after training. ‘About thirteen stone’ ‘Mmm, thirteen two, up from twelve four last year.’ A lot of growth. Where do you think you’ve put it on?’ I felt her eyes appraising me from head to toe. ‘Chest? Shoulders? Definitely. But not the most.’ She’d come round to my side of the weighing machine. ‘No, I’d say Thighs. And bum of course. Let’s not forget your bum. Prime beef there.’ I’ve never been short of confidence but I was beginning to feel totally out of my depth. The young wench had turned the tables on me. I’d lost the initiative and she was toying with me, keeping me standing about as she played her little game. I assumed it was some sort of payback for what I’d done earlier. But girls weren’t supposed to treat men like this, and anyway it was unprofessional.  

‘Are we finished Matron, shall I go into the Doc now?’ She was back at the desk, elegant legs crossed, writing notes on a clipboard. Again I found myself hanging around not knowing what to do. ‘Not quite yet, just a few questions about your general health’. It was her normal voice again, presumably for the benefit of Smithson, who may well have been listening at the door. The questions were the obvious ones about flu and so forth. Then suddenly, without looking up from her notes, she dropped the volume. ‘Take your pants off and stand against the ruler. We haven’t done your height.’ I hesitated. She swung round, that appraising look again. ‘Go on, take them off. They’re not hiding much anyway.’ I was still semi-hard and very horny, so it should have been a turn-on stepping out of my briefs and showing her everything. It’s what I’d dreamt about. But it just didn’t add up. Why were the doctor and matron doing nothing? They must have heard everything, because their door wasn’t fully closed. Anyway, I did what she asked and stood, fully naked, back against the ruler, facing her.

Quickly this time, she lowered the pointer and measured my height. ‘Five eleven and half.’ She was very close, reaching over me to the pointer. So close I caught a whiff of body odour from her armpit. But I resisted the huge temptation to touch. He hand was in my hair. Then a second later it wasn’t. It was between my legs, cupping my balls. Gently but very firmly. Instinctively I winced, knowing that if I misbehaved, her steely little fingers would really hurt me. She was a real beauty, sensuous pouty lips, big brown eyes, thick wavy dark hair caught beneath a hairband, but I now realised she wasn’t the naïve college girl we fantasised about. ‘You think I don’t know what you ‘big boys’ say about me? Hmm? I suppose you place bets on who will get to fuck me first? Or claim he’s fucked me? How would he prove it?’ Her voice was even lower than before, conspiratorial and teasing. ‘At least you keep an erection. But maybe you have a problem with premature ejaculation? Hmm? You’d cum before getting inside my pussy.’ Her other hand had begun fingering my cock, drawing back the foreskin, making it swell. I was in torment. There was so much I wanted to do to this young matron, get her tights and panties down, spread her legs. On her back on the desk, perhaps. Bend her over and take her from behind. But I could do nothing. She had me by the balls. And even if she released them, her taunting had hit the mark. Perhaps I would cum within seconds. It seemed she could read my thoughts, because she’d released my cock. But not my scrotum. ‘Relax! We don’t want you to ejaculate right now’. ‘We?’ Was that just colloquial speech or were others involved? Her hand was stroking my pectorals. That teasing voice again. ‘You’ve a lot of body hair for a boy your age.’ It was true, thick mats of hair had sprouted all over my chest and abdominals during the past year. Most of the others in the fifteen just had hairy legs and arms. ‘Plenty of testosterone.’ The word came out slowly, extravagantly shaped by her lips and tongue. ‘Big heavy testicles. Very productive. Perhaps you do have what they’re looking for’.

At that she released my scrotum. ‘We’re done. The doctor will see you now. Knock before you go in.’

[the next part will follow soon]