Mark's Adventures - The Awakenings

The events here happened some years ago, but they inevitably led to a re-evaluation of my life and the person that I have become.

I spent over half of my life in the military. I'd joined up at 18 years old and had an eventful career. I'd been married, but the marriage and my army career had proved incompatible and we divorced after a couple of years, luckily, we had no children so the break was very clean.

I'd had numerous partners over my life, all the relationships were heterosexual, nothing very serious nor long-term. In addition, with many of my overseas trips, I'd availed myself of massage parlours and the odd working girl. I'd always been careful though and had managed to avoid any STD's or similar.

I had reached my mid 40's and had decided that it was time to move on to a new life. I'd realised my army life couldn't continue much longer and I thought it best to leave and start a new career path before my age became a liability, with this in mind I requested my discharge.

As I'd done more than my full term the leaving process was fairly straightforward and I started going through the "resettlement" procedures.

In the final weeks I received an appointment for my discharge medical. During my career I'd had many medicals and had had various treatments for injuries and illnesses so another medical was no big deal.

On the appointed day, after showering, I walked from the Sergeants Mess to the Medical Centre, it was a beautiful sunny spring afternoon. Since I wasn't on-duty that day, I was dressed in T-shirt, Ron Hills running pants and trainers. I was still pretty fit, now in my 40's, I couldn't match the fitness of my younger self, but for my age I was doing pretty well.

I arrived at the medical centre and, as usual, the medical clerk measured my height and weight, took bloods, blood pressure, pulse, tested my hearing and my eyesight. I was surprised that I hadn't been given the usual cup for a urine sample, but I was told that would be taken later and he gave me a large glass of orange squash that I had to drink before going in to see the doctor.

I returned to the waiting area and browsed the usual magazines while I waited to be called into the medical officer.

The unit I was attached to was a small unit, and as a result rather than the normal Army MO, (Medical Officer), the MO here, who I had never met before, was an elderly civilian doctor.

After about five minutes I was told to go through. I knocked on the door and a male voice called "Come In". I entered and as per custom, announced myself, "Staff Sergeant Roberts, Sir".

I was greeted by a distinguished, tall man of around 60 years old, who stood up and held his hand out, introducing himself as Dr Loughran. He asked whether I'd prefer to be addressed as Staff or Mark. This surprised me somewhat, as Officers don't normally shake hands or give you such an option. He smiled and said, "I saw it was your discharge medical, I just wondered if you'd prefer to start using your first name again", since you're going to have to get used to doing so. I smiled and said yes, Mark would be fine.

He motioned for me to sit and he started going through the paperwork. He explained that this would be a very thorough examination as obviously the army wanted to confirm my full medical status before I retired. As such he explained, this examination would take a couple of hours, I was surprised by this, as normally I'd be in and out within half an hour.

Just then there was a knock at the door and on being invited in, the medical clerk passed a file to the doctor and left. It was obviously the results of the tests I'd had on my arrival, the doctor scanned down the form and said, "Nothing to worry about there, Mark, it all looks fine, obviously the blood results will come in a day or so".

There followed a long boring session of questions about my general health and also on the various injuries and illnesses I'd suffered whilst in the Army. He was surprised at the number of broken bones and wounds I had suffered, but being a rugby playing engineer, it probably shouldn't have been surprising.

After the questions he told me to go behind the curtains and to strip down to my underwear. I put my clothes on a chair at the other side of the examination table and waited for the doctor.

When he joined me, he had taken his jacket off and had donned a white coat. I was feeling a little exposed standing there, just in my tight white briefs. "Ok Mark", he said, "First I'm going to check out your skeletal system and your musculature, particularly concentrating on old injury sites, then I'll move onto other areas".

The start was pretty normal, he checked my ears, shone a light in my eyes, used a speculum to depress my tongue and checked around inside my mouth. He moved my head around, checking the extent of movement of my neck. He seemed happy with all of this, then stepped over to the examination table and rolled some fresh paper down it and asked me to lie down on my front.

I lay down, the examination table was lovely and cool, the room was lit by the sunlight streaming in through the open window and I could hear the distant sounds of lawnmowers, birds and vehicles.

As I lay there, I felt his hands start at the top of my head with his fingers feeling my scalp and examining my ears. He moved down to my neck probing with his fingers, occasionally asking me if something felt painful. His hands felt cool as his fingers stroked down my neck onto my shoulders again his fingers pressed, spending what seemed a lot of time around my right shoulder blade, I assumed because my records would show I had broken that a few years before.

As I lay there the sounds from outside and the cool breeze from the window relaxed me and my mind wandered, only being brought back occasionally by questions from the doctor.

He carried on down my back, checking out my spine, his hands feeling soothing, cool and soft. When he reached my briefs, he said that he needed to pull my briefs down and I felt his fingers go under my waistband and he pulled my briefs down, below my buttocks.

Initially I felt uncomfortable, but his cool fingers felt surprisingly good. I had a large scar across my left buttock, caused by flying shrapnel and he spent some time, probing around the scar then testing my level of feeling around my buttocks.

Obviously, my medical records detailed the injury, but there would be nothing there regarding the circumstances. He asked me exactly how it had happened. I explained that it had been at the end of Desert Storm and how I'd been Medevac'd back to the UK for treatment.

I became aware of how much I was enjoying him probing around my buttocks and the gentle feel of the cool breeze blowing up between my legs. This surprised me and I felt a little confused.

He pulled my briefs back up and he carried on down my thighs and onto my calves then feet, he then asked me to roll over onto my back.

I rolled over and he began again at my head, moving down my body. He had questions about the broken collarbone and broken ribs that I'd had over the years. Again, it felt pleasurable as his fingers stroked my abdomen, and I felt a sort of thrill when he again moved my waistband down on my briefs. He only moved it down a couple of inches; to expose the scar of an old hernia operation and again he questioned me as to whether I felt any pain at the site.

He finished there and pulled my waistband back into place. He then started probing down my left thigh, he explained that he wanted to check that I had no numb areas, caused by the injury to my left buttock.

He lifted my left leg and moved it out to the edge of the table, bending it at the knee so that my left foot was now pressed against my right knee. He began pressing around at the top of my thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer, then deep into my groin, while asking all the time if I could feel his touch. His knuckles were pressing fairly firmly against my balls as he probed around.

To my horror, I could feel my cock twitch and I could feel it start to swell. My mind was racing, I tried to think of anything that might make it stop, doing maths in my head, thinking of mundane things but it wasn't working.

The doctor was probing my groin, below my balls and, with his face only inches away, he must have become aware of the bulge rising in my briefs. I was embarrassed and must have squirmed. The doctor said "Don't worry about that, it's perfectly normal, it's just the parasympathetic system reacting to touch". I hadn't a clue what he was on about it, but it did help ease my mind, though my thoughts were still racing.

Once he was happy that I had normal feeling around my thigh he straightened my leg and carried on with the exam, bending my leg at the knee, checking range of movement etc. He then moved onto the left leg, luckily, he didn't go into such detail in my groin this time, so my bulge went back to normal. He repeated the range of movement checks and finished off by checking my feet.

He then moved onto my arms, with more questions about some of the fractures I'd had over the years. Some of it was from military activities, but the majority were rugby injuries.

He finished my arms and then asked me to get off the table and stand in front of him. He moved my arms and bent them to check movement, moving onto my legs, getting me to lift them in turn and at the same time testing my balance.

He then said, "Since you're standing now, I might as well check for hernias, please lower your briefs to mid-thigh". I wasn't so phased by this as I'd had to do this many times, but he seemed to take a lot longer than normal, holding my balls, rolling them in his fingers and probing deep behind and above my balls, getting me to cough several times. That was soon over and he told me to sit back down on the table.

He proclaimed that he was happy with my skeletal and musculature there were no obvious problems and he congratulated me on obviously maintaining my level of fitness despite my age and the injuries I'd suffered over the years. He went off behind the curtain and I heard water running as he washed his hands and with that, he went back over to his desk to complete the paperwork for that part of the exam.

I was wondering what was coming next, I'd already been in there over an hour.

After about five minutes the doctor appeared again, this time in his hand he had a large plastic container, which had measurement markings on the side. He told me that he had to conduct a urine flow test, which entailed me peeing into the container and him timing how quickly it filled up.

I was apprehensive about this, I'd had given plenty of urine samples for drug testing over the years, but in the British army the medic would normally stand behind you while you pee'd into the container. I'd had an occasion, when on detachment in the USA, an incident had taken place in a bar and we were all to be drug tested. The US navy's procedure was different, where the medic has to actually witness the urine leave your body and go into the container and I had some difficulty with this, so I wasn't sure I'd be able to pee on demand like this.

The doctor however was considerate; he must have read something in my face. He said he would face the other way until the flow started and would only be looking long enough to get the measurement he needed. I pulled down my briefs and pointed my cock into the container and stared at the wall, but I was still hesitant. After about 30 seconds or so though I could feel the flow begin and I started to pee, I glanced to my side and I could see the doctor had a stopwatch in his hand and was watching the container, it only took him a few seconds and then he looked away.

I finished peeing and gave him the container, he said he would draw a sample from the container for testing, so he'd need nothing further. Apparently, my urine flow was acceptable so another tick went onto his form.

When he came back behind the curtain, he lifted the head of the examination table and put a pillow there. He asked me to remove my briefs and to sit on the table and lay back on the pillow.

Again, I felt a bit exposed, sitting there naked. I had played rugby almost all my life and with that and my Army life I was well used to being naked in the company of men, it had never bothered me before but now, in this setting, with just a single other man there, it seemed different, slightly exciting, which again confused me a bit.

The doctor took his stethoscope and began listening to different areas of my chest, occasionally asking me to breathe deep or relax. Just like earlier, with the sunlight and the breeze and the normal noises outside I began to relax.

He asked me to lean forward and he repeated the stethoscope tests on various areas around my back.

On lying back, he again started to probe the sides of my neck and down over my shoulders, I again felt his fingers soothing as they pressed and pulled at my skin. He ran his hands over my chest and gently pinched my nipples which brought me back from my relaxed state as I felt a real tingle. My cock twitched, but luckily settled.

He then began listening to my abdomen with his stethoscope and I felt its cool surface glide over my skin. He went lower on my abdomen with the stethoscope, until he was almost touching my pubic hair, first one side then the other.

He resumed with his fingers, pushing and prodding my abdomen, asking if I felt any discomfort. He slowly worked his way down and as before, he worked around my hernia scar, then into my pubic hair, pressing on the pubic bone just above my cock.

He worked around the other side, asked if I'd ever had any other issues on that side with the hernia, I replied no. He seemed very interested in my hernia scar, asking about how it had happened, what had my symptoms been etc, all the time stroking that area.

He then took a chair from the side of the table and placed it at the foot. Sitting down in the chair he spread my legs to either side, I lay back and tried to think of other things, but I was very conscious that I was sitting there with pretty well everything on display.

His fingers started exploring down each side of my pubic area, prodding and probing, this seemed to go on for some time, I wondered what it was that he could feel there, but he made no comment.

Suddenly I felt his fingers encircle my cock and he lifted it up and pressed it against my belly, this gave me a jolt, almost like an electric shock. He began stroking the skin below my cock, down towards my balls, gently pulling it one way then the other. He started to gently feel my balls, rolling them in his hand, gently pulling the skin.

I was staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to think other things, but I was sure I could feel his hot breath on my balls. He was still holding my cock with one hand and I could feel that it was engorging. He took my cock and started to press it between his fingers.

I've not got a large cock, about average I suppose, 6 inches and cut. I'm not cut through any religious reason, apparently, I was born with a very tight foreskin and as a result had to be circumcised.

He continued to press my cock and I now had a definite semi, which was only going in one direction. Again, I must have squirmed but again the doctor quietly said not to worry, this was absolutely normal, and he continued to press my cock and closely inspect the skin etc.

When he arrived at the head, he ran his finger around the head and I could feel him press the head, I thought probably to check the opening. Eventually he gently let my cock go but it remained there at attention.

He then started feeling all over my thighs, working from the outside towards my groin and again as he probed into the crease of my thigh his knuckles stroked my balls, not helping with my cock situation which was still standing, much to my embarrassment.

Eventually he finished with his probing on my thighs and he stood up and moved the chair back to the side of the table.

He went behind the curtains and I heard the tap running again before the sound of paper towels being pulled out of a dispenser, then he returned to his desk, I assumed to finish his notes.

I sat there, my cock was slowly going down, it was still in a semi state but I felt a bit better about that and not so exposed and I was thinking that perhaps we were done.

The doctor soon shattered that illusion when I heard him get up from his chair and the sound of a cupboard opening and things being moved inside. I also heard the sound of rubber gloves being pulled on and I realised that it wasn't over.

"Nearly done Mark", said the doctor cheerily as he pulled the curtains aside and wheeled a small trolley inside. I could see that there was lubricant, wipes and a strange looking stainless-steel implement. He asked me to stand up and he lowered the head of the table again and also lowered the height of the table.

He explained that this was the last part of the examination and I'd be on my way soon. He asked me to climb back onto the table, on all fours. He then moved my legs apart and he asked me to lower down onto my elbows, leaving me with my ass raised and feeling very exposed. I was very aware that I was showing everything, as I looked back down the table, between my legs, I could see my cock and balls dangling there.

The doctor again took the chair from the side of the table and placed it at the foot of the table and I could see his chest as he sat down. I felt his gloved hands begin to probe and press around my ass hole, stretching the skin and pressing. He pressed my perineum and asked if I felt any discomfort, which I didn't. His fingers moved down probing between my cheeks and again cupping my balls.

I could feel that tingle starting again and my cock was twitching, this time I had a good view of it slowly growing. He asked me to bear down, which I did and he asked if I'd ever had any haemorrhoid problems, I told him no, and he confirmed that there were no signs of any or of any previous scars.

His fingers probed around the edge of my asshole and it was doing nothing to help my "growing" problem. I felt him scratch at each side of my asshole, I didn't know what he was doing but he seemed happy with what he was seeing and feeling. I heard him moving something on the trolley and he explained that he was just going to have a look just inside my anus and that I should relax.

Easier said than done I thought, as I felt something cold and hard press against my ass hole, the pressure increased and then I felt it suddenly give and I had this "full" feeling in my ass. There was no other feeling and his hands were just resting on my buttocks. Just like earlier, I was sure I could feel his breath on my ass.

After a minute or so I felt the device being slid out of me and he said that everything there seemed fine.

I heard him fumbling around on the trolley again and, looking down between my legs, I could see that he was smearing lubrication gel on his fingers. He told me to relax and I felt a finger press against my asshole. The pressure increased and he told me to take a deep breath and as I did so, I felt his finger slip inside me. It felt strange at first and uncomfortable but he just left his finger there, unmoving, until I felt myself relax.

I couldn't see what he was doing down there, but I could clearly see that I now had a full-on boner. His finger started to move slowly around inside me, part of me wanted him to stop but another part wanted him to keep going and to go deeper. I felt more pressure and I felt even fuller and realised that initially he'd only had the tip of his finger in and now he had his whole finger in me.

I was totally confused, part of me was saying "your hetero, you shouldn't be enjoying this" and another part was saying "just shut up and enjoy it". His finger stroked the sides of my anus; he seemed to be feeling his way around the whole area.

He then said he was going to check my prostate. I felt his finger press quite hard and he asked if that was uncomfortable. I said sort of but also not, it was strange. He explained that effectively he was pressing on what, in a woman, would be the clitoris.

He asked if it was pleasurable and I replied yes, sort of, but also a little uncomfortable.

As I looked between my legs my cock was absolutely rigid and to my embarrassment, was dripping pre-cum on the table. The doctor was now sliding his finger in and out, over my prostate and my cock was almost streaming pre-cum. I'd always had a lot of pre-cum before sex, but this was a completely new level.

I felt the doctors finger withdraw from my rectum and I heard him snap the rubber gloves off. I almost jumped straight off the table when I felt his hand encircle my cock and pull it down, releasing a stream of pre-cum, it was obvious that he had been fully aware of my arousal.

He stood up and moved the chair back and asked me to climb off the table. As I stood up, I realised that my legs felt a little shaky. He sat back down in front of me and asked me to move my legs slightly apart.

He took my balls in his hand and then let them hang, looking to see how they hung. He asked me if I had any sexual issues, any problems ejaculating etc. I said no, nothing that I'd noticed. He said that given the amount of pre-ejaculate during the examination he was quite happy that everything was working normally. He said there was no requirement for the collection of an ejaculate sample so I was spared that.

Despite myself, part of my brain was disappointed in that, with what had gone before, I would have been happy to lie there and let him take a sample, though I suppose had it been required I'd have been thrown a magazine and told to go behind the curtains and bang one out.

He apologised that the medical had been so intrusive but it was Ministry of Defence rules that everything should be checked to this level as they wanted to avoid spurious claims of supposed military service injuries.

He assured me that all of my reactions during the examination had been perfectly normal and he handed me a wad of tissues to clean myself up with and told me I could get dressed, with that he hung his white coat up and went back to his table and his paperwork.

I wiped the gel from around my ass and wiped my cock with the tissues before throwing them in the bin. I was soon dressed and pulled the curtains back. The doctor stood up and held out his hand, "Thanks for coming in today Mark, I wish you all the best for whateveryou do after the army". I shook his hand and thanked him. I couldn't help notice that there seemed to be a darker patch on the front of his light gray trousers, just to the side of his fly.

I left the room, cut through the waiting room and left the medical centre, back out into the afternoon sunshine.

As I walked back through the barracks my mind was racing with a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. The MO had said that all of my reactions had been "normal", but to me, they felt more than just mechanical responses, no matter how much I tried to tell myself that the doctor was right, I knew in my heart of hearts that I was enjoying much of what had gone on. The feel of just lying there and feeling his hands moving over every part of my body was enjoyable. My cock had started to react to just the touch and the thought that his hands were getting closer to it, I just couldn't convince myself that this had all been purely a mechanical reflex. I also knew that, if he had started to wank me, I'd have been good with that and he could have collected as many samples as he wanted.

The dark patch on the MO's trousers also made me think, sure, he may have just accidentally splashed himself or spilled some of the lubrication gel, but the more I thought about it, the more that the length and duration of some of the "tests" seemed suspiciously long.

I arrived back at my room, put on some music and lay down on the bed, it was too early yet for the evening meal in the mess, but not enough time to do anything else constructive. My mind was mulling over the last couple of hours. I would never have considered myself gay or bisexual in any way. I had never been attracted to another man, I had never wondered what sex with a man would be like, all my relations had been purely heterosexual, hadn't they?

As I lay there I thought back to my childhood, then something hit me. My very first sexual experiences had been with males. I'd never given it much thought, I suppose I'd just glossed over how my sexual life had started, thinking it had started when I'd developed an interest in girls, this wasn't actually true though.

When I thought back to my childhood, the discovery of how "things" worked was from talking with my pals, the first "dabblings" in anything sexual had been with these same pals. I had always considered that this was probably normal for the vast majority of boys. I couldn't really imagine that there were many boys that were completely unaware of anything sexual until they were actually face-to-face with a girl.

I'd never thought about those exploratory sessions being homosexual, they were just lads learning stuff together. I don't even have any recall of knowing that homosexuality even existed at that time, let alone of the other sexualities that are talked about these days. Now, after this afternoon, those memories had come back, was there something there, lurking in the deepest corridors of my mind, locked away for most of my adult life.

I'd never found a man attractive, I'd never thought, "I wonder what his cock is like"? In the hundreds of changing rooms I'd shared with other naked men I'd never had a single sexual thought. I'd never really given any of it any thought, if you'd asked me if I was heterosexual, I'd have said of course.

This afternoon had now made me question that, there was no doubt I enjoyed what had happened and if I was told I needed another medical with the same doctor I'd look forward to it.

At that time, homosexuality was forbidden in the British forces, so all my adult life had been spent in a very much Hetero world. Now, after this afternoon, my mentally ordered world had been shaken. In a couple of weeks I'd be a civvy, free of the restrictions of military life, maybe my new life would be different to anything I'd known up until now? Were these feeling strong enough for me to explore further?

Lots of questions but no answers. I didn't have time to think about this now, I had a whole new life to organise.