Believe me, I'm Gay | Meet Kai : The college physical got a little weird (Patreon)

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From Kai’s POV:

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I needed that physical form signed off for the swim team. It was either a policy change from the college or Coach’s own weird thing. In any case, the man was super strict about it. No paperwork meant no lane time at all. 

Miles got his done last week. He acted like the whole thing was no big deal, but when he told me he had to be naked for it, it made me drag my feet on making the appointment. 

“The doctor is sexy though,” he said, like that was supposed to help. Miles recently came out as gay so that's been his whole thing lately. Gay this, gay that. 

The waiting room smelled like bleach mixed with old coffee. I flipped through the wrinkled magazines without really reading them and made awkward eye contact with the other waiting patients. Eventually, a brunette nurse walked out and said my name. 

She is hot. Dark hair in a neat ponytail and a really nice smile, her scrubs hug her round ass tight as she leads me down the hall. I'm a sucker for a girl with hair bouncing around because it means other things bounce too.  

She closes the exam room door. “Here is your gown, Kai. The doctor wants everything stripped off for the examination. The opening goes in front.”

I take the gown and wait for her to leave before getting naked, but she doesn’t go. Instead, she turns to the counter and starts organizing stuff. 

Okay?

While she was turned away, I quickly stripped down to nothing and tied the gown up. 

“Where do I put these?” I ask with my arms full of clothes. 

“Um… anywhere is good!” she says cheerfully. Her name tag says Alexandria. She wraps the blood pressure cuff around my arm, touching me with her cold fingers while she attaches it. “Whoops, I should've gotten a bigger size for you.” 

She smells like cherries, and her fingers are lingering just a little long on my bicep. 

“Yeah, I started weight training a couple months ago. Trying to get stronger for swimming.”

“I can tell.” Alexandria inflates the cuff. “And… 120/80. Good! Not that we're surprised.” The blood rushes in warmly into my muscle as the cuff deflates. 

Once again, her fingers linger just long enough on my arm while she detaches it. I'm not an idiot. I know when a girl is hitting on me. 

“You work out too?” I ask, making it a point to turn my head so she can see me checking out her ass. 

“A little. More core stuff these days,” she giggles.

“Me too.” I lift the gown to show off my abs. Girls act like they hate guys with abs, but my real life experience begs to differ. They rather we have it than not. 

Oh shit… I forgot. The air hits my bare skin, and I realize I’m flashing her my naked crotch accidentally. I feel my cheeks get as red as my friend Miles’ face does. 

“My bad, I just wanted to…” 

Her hand holds my gown, and stops it from falling back in place. Then, she lifts it higher up, pretending to look only at my abs. I look up and immerse myself in her fruity smell, and let my cock speak for itself.

I’m not ashamed about my size. In fact, it's getting less shame-worthy with each passing second. 

“Wow, you must do a lot of planks.” Her fingertips touch the top pair of muscles and my cock stretches to full length. 

Should I kiss her? 

“I have to ask you some questions now. Just going to skip the interesting ones… how often do you have sex?”

“That's not on there,” I look up at her, giving her the maximum charm I have. She wants to kiss me, but I'm going to let her do it. 

“I swear!” Alexandria laughs and turns their clipboard around. 

“Not all the time. Been a few weeks since the last time.” She still hasn't made a move, so I untie my gown and let it flow off my shoulders. Her pretty fuck me eyes get bigger. 

The nurse tilts her head. “Tell me about it. For your chart.” She winks. 

“This girl from a party. She stayed behind to chat and we got into a debate on why guys are always the big spoon.” 

“Uh huh,” she hums, finally moving her hands to touch my pecs. 

“Then she wanted to try being the big spoon. She jerked me from that position.” 

Talking about it got me fully hard. Since I was naked, it seemed like a perfect choice to lean into. She got to see the full potential of what she was getting herself into. 

Alexandria leans in close, breathing warmly in my ear. “That is seriously hot. Did you cum all over her hand?” I turn my head to look at her. 

Our lips are inches apart. I take in the moment before going in for closing. If she won’t do it, then I will.

She’s fucking hot. 

The door opens suddenly, and the doctor steps inside. Alexandria pulls back fast and I pull the gown together, albeit I mostly succeed in covering my lower half. 

“He’s … all ready,  Doctor.” She gives the clipboard to him and hurries out with pink cheeks.

The doctor looks at the paperwork before looking at me, and I almost get away with putting my gown fully on if the sound of the fabric moving didn't give it away. 

“I'm Dr. Anders,” the man with salt-and-pepper hair says. I can see why Miles said he is sexy. He looks about 10 years older than we are, but he looks more like a doctor on TikTok than in a hospital. You know, the sort of strangely jacked doctors that make you wonder if it's possible to be successful and good looking. 

The doctor looks at the way I'm holding the gown to my crotch while trying to tie it back up with one hand. 

“Right. That’s happening a lot to the college athletes ever since Alexandria started here. Don’t worry about getting an erection. It is completely normal during these exams and actually I can check that one off now.” 

I nod awkwardly, my boner pulsing under my hand and refusing to go down. “Sorry, doc.” 

He shakes his head. “Nothing to apologize for. Let us just get through the checks and then you'll be out of here.” 

What followed felt really typical. He did his doctor thing with the metal thing on my chest, and then he had me show him the range of movement in my legs. 

“Arms now.” The doc says as he notes things down.

As soon as I let go of the fabric, the gown slipped right off my shoulders. Doctor Anders pulled it away completely. “Stand up please.”

I stand up, naked and still half hard. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I put them behind my back. 

“Nice posture. We're going to check the range of motion in the hips now. Clockwise-circle first… good… other way? Good. Now back and forth.”

My semi bounces up and down as I hump the air. 

“Missing a little bit of the range here.” His pen clicks. “Climb on the bed. No, not like that. Think, pardon my language, doggy style.” 

I climb up, shuffling the cheap paper with my knees as I find my balance. “Like this?”

“Yup.” His chair rolls towards me. “Any pain?” I shake my head. “Roll your hips now.”

I become hyper aware of how my cock is moving heavily with each pump, and how the doc is watching my ass move. 

“Is that your full range?”

“I think I can do a little more.” I say, adding to the thrust.

“Exaggerate the motion. Hmm…” he says with a disapproving tone. “I have some concerns here. Do you have problems with sex?”

“No,” I say, starting to heat up from the repetitive movement. The paper underneath me is tearing apart too. 

The doctor snaps on a pair of gloves, and a spike of emotion goes through me when I feel it on my bare ass. 

“You should be able to move more than this.” His hand guides my hip pumps. “Better. Okay, we're going to do the last part of the exam now. Keep doing that.” His chair rolls again to the counter and I watch him pull a bottle out. Dispensing lube onto his right glove, he rolls back. “This is to check your mobility in a real life situation.  Okay? Don’t worry, this is not a penetrative exam.”

“Sure, doc,” I say as his blue gloves get shiny with slime. 

“Might be a little cold.”  

“Oh…” The cool and slippery substance wraps around my hard cock. I pump into it naturally, warming it up and freeing my hip movements. 

“This is a lot better, Kai. How many of these can you do before you tire out?” 

“I don't know.” I pump into his gloved hand, which seems to tighten up. 

“Endurance is important for swimming,” he says. “Go ahead. I'll count. Go as fast as you can.” 

He means…

“You want me… to fuck your hand?”

“That’s right, Kai.” 

The slick sound of my dick slipping into his hand fills the silence between our sentences.

“But what if I …” I look up at the older man. 

“That's what it's supposed to do. Don't worry about that.” His other hand supports my ass. “Faster than this, if you can.”

“Ok.”

“And deeper. Really imagine this as a real exercise.” 

I pump harder and my body takes over. While it might be a medical exam, my cock sees a different objective in mind. The same objective it sees whenever I wake up or go to bed.

“Good, Kai. This is good range of motion.” 

Fuck, the nurse was hot. I’d love to fuck her.

“You're at 50 now. That's a good number to see.” 

My hands tear the paper on the bed, and I start losing control of my breath. Coach always says that that's when it’s time to call it quits, because breathing is everything in swimming. 

“Doc…”  I slow down my pumps, lightning flashes of pleasure crackling down my spine. His hand leaves my ass, and I hear a medical cup lid pop open. 

“I need to see 70 reps to check this off. 10 more.” 

Fuck… I grit my teeth and keep fucking. 

“6…”

“Doc, I can't hold it.” 

“3…” 

“Ah!”

“1…”

“Ah!” I look down and see cum piss out of me and into the clear cup. 

“Go ahead, Kai.” He authorizes me and the orgasm hits hard. 

“Ah!” Thick ropes shoot straight into the cup. My hips buck wildly, again and again into his gloved fist. “Ah fuck! Doc!” I pull back. 

“Hold on, I need a good sample.” His hand and cup follow me, extracting gently the last drops out of me. I feel the urge to grab his hand, but I channel it into scrunching the ripped paper into my palm. 

Doctor Anders caps the cup and set it on the counter. Then, he peels the gloves off and tosses them in the bin. 

“Overall, you are in excellent shape, Kai. I have no problem approving you for the swim team.” 

I kneel on the examination table and nod weakly, feeling the buzz in my whole body. “Thanks, Doc.”

Alexandria pokes her head in while I sit back on my heels. “All finished?”

The doctor glances over after writing some notes. “Sample collected. Patient cleared and in top form. You can help him get dressed.”