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Before we are accepted for the School Cadet Force we had to have a medical. This was not carried out by the school doctor because it is nothing to do with the school, we had to go to a local army centre for our medical which was carried out by army doctors. On the day I went there were about 15 or more guys up for examination, 3 from my school and the rest from other schools in the area. We reported to the main reception area, where we were expected, and signed in by an army guy. We were kept waiting until everyone had arrived. We were supposed to be there by 10 am but it was about 10.30 before everyone was present. We had to take our sports kit with us, shorts vest and plimsoles. We were all escorted to a room and given a questionnaire to fill in all about our past medical record, what childhood illnesses we had had etc. Who was our G.P, and we had to sign to say we had obtained our parents consent to be examined if we were under 18, (which I was at the time). Next we were all given a bottle with a label on which we wrote our name, and were escorted to the bathroom where we had to fill the bottle with a sample and put it in a tray for collection by an army guy. We were taken to a large changing room with lockers, given a locker each and told to change into our PT kit. Next we were taken to a large room where there were several army medics (not doctors, sort of nurses I guess) and were weighed, measured had our eyesight checked by reading from the usual cards and numbers from a book of coloured dots. They took our blood pressure. We had to take a deep breath, then blow as hard as possible into a tube that measured something to do with lung capacity. All this was carried out and the results entered onto the form we filled in earlier. Next we were split into groups, there were four in my group (no one else from my school, I don’t know if this was intentional or not) and taken to a room where there was two desks with a guy in a white coat sitting at each, a bench for us all to sit on and an examination table. Looked almost like something from the inquisition (ve haf vays to make you talk). We were told to remove our vest and plimsoles, sit on the bench and wait, but when we were finished we could go back to our locker get changed and book out at reception, it was all over for the day. I tried to get number 4 position so I could see everything that happened to the others but only got number 3. The first guy was called and gave his bit of paper to Dr#1, told to sit on the couch. The doc started off looking in his ears and his eyes with those torch things they use. Then he started to feel all round his shoulders and neck and under his arms. From the way this started out I guessed it was going to be pretty thorough. Next he had him cross his legs (still sitting) and did the knee jerk test with his hammer, he did the same to his ankles and elbows, next he had to lay flat, and the soles of his feet were scratched. Then he started to press all over his stomach area (I was waiting for him to go inside his shorts, but it didn’t happen). Stand up, his chest was banged front and back, sounded all over. DR#1 put his stethoscope down, sat down, wrote on the bit of paper and said take that to my colleague. The guy took it to Dr#2. Dr#2 took it, looked at it then said "just put your shorts over there will you" (pointing to the bench where he had been sitting, and had left his vest and plimsoles). My ears and eyes started to take notice. Cute way to say 'drop them'. Guy #2 didn’t get to see much, he was being gone over by Dr#1, but I guess he could have looked if he wanted, I did!. Guy#1 was a bit taller than me I'm 5'8" and a little more muscular. Now the fun started. Dr#2 had this guy walk up and down a few times, stark bollock naked, his manhood (about 5" I reckon) swinging in the breeze. Then he had to stand on one leg with the other knee raised at 90 degrees to the floor, then repeat with the other leg, then stand with feet together and try to touch the floor keeping legs straight. All this time DR#2 was sitting in his swivel chair and watching, he didn’t get up. He swiveled round to face him, a series or orders followed. "come over here, and stand there" pointing to just in front of him. "Put your legs together". "Close your eyes". "Extend your right arm fully and touch your nose with your forefinger". "Do the same with your left arm". "Stand here (pointing just in front of him) and spread your legs". (This was it my eyes were riveted). DR#2 leaned forward and started to examine his balls and dick, I couldn’t see very well, I heard him say cough, etc, then all I heard was ok off you go and get dressed. Guy#2 was still being processed by Dr#1, I was still sitting on the bench, Guy#1 came back to the bench to collect his pt kit and dress before leaving the room, I got a second view, yes about 5" and cut, slim quite nice balls, good pubic distribution. (funny how you remember these things). Guy#2 was finished and went for part 2, he was about my height, but more stocky. I was invited to sit on the couch by Dr#1. The entire process was repeated on me, Guy#2 was by this time marching up and down in the nude. Yes I got a good look, very stubby (about 2" I guess, and definitely cut), quite thick, not hanging down like Guy#1 but sort of sticking out, I could hardly see his balls they were quite tight up I reckon. I don’t think he had a boner. I didn’t see a lot more because I was being subjected to all sorts of tortures myself. Guy#2 went to get dressed, almost my turn. Pity, I wasn’t going to see Guy#4 in the nude at all. I took my bit of paper to Dr#2 dutifully removed my shorts and put them on the bench. Guy#4 was on the couch by now so didn’t get a look at me, fair enough, I wasn’t going to see him either. Went through all the same gymnastics as the other guys. By now, I knew exactly when it was going to happen, strangely enough, I was feeling quite cold about it, not at all excited. I spread my legs when told, he reached forward took hold of my dick, looked at it top and bottom, and examined the tip as well and then held it up against my stomach, out of the way while he started to feel my balls, quite carefully, one at a time, he even squeezed the chords that connect them to higher up. He cupped them both in one hand and pressed up and then told me to cough. That was it get dressed. No finger up the backside, didn’t even spread the cheeks. Well that was it, all over. I was excited, but not enough to spring one, I didn’t even feel the beginnings of one. Well, that’s the story of my day out at the local army centre. quite enjoyable in a strange sort of way. This and my school medical which I wrote about earlier are the only two full exams I've had. I have to admit, if asked to compare the exam I had at school and this one, the school one was more enjoyable, it was quicker, and in comparison more gentle. The army one was carried out in stages, (it took over an hour from start to finish) and was much more clinical. If I think back over them when I am having a wank, then definitely the school one turns me on most, the bit about the army one that turns me on, is not the physical itself, but watching the other guys get theirs. If anyone else finds physicals a turn on, I would like to swap details. B2409@hotmail.com