The Athletic PhysicalI originally posted this story in another group about having an ****** during a male physical exam. I got a couple of comments back that made me realize it might be of benefit here as well. If this isn't a testament to how during the '50's and '60's persons of authority and trust were never challenged on doing things like this (mainly because what they were doing did no physical injury, so the term 'abuse' did not get applied as it should have) then I don't know what would be testament to how abuse during these times not only survived, but at times was blatant, open, and not only tolerated but de facto sanctioned. How many boys like me had sexual experiences with scout leaders, pastors, priests, doctors, coaches, even fathers, uncles, older cousins - all under a guise similar to what occurred here - it's probably uncountable.
When I was in junior high, we lived in a small rural town. The school just had a local doctor come to the school, and gave all the boys their physicals at once - mainly because a lot of the families probably couldn't afford it on their own. This was back in the very early '60's when having a bunch of boys all completely naked together wasn't frowned on or considered lewd like it is now (I've got my opinions about how the USA views have become way too puritanical and prudish, but that's another story).
Anyhow, the entire 7th and 8th grade males were taken to the school gym facility, gotten into the locker room, all told to undress completely, and then single filed out into the gym itself, which had been locked down. In the middle of the basketball floor, there were several portable exam tables, a few nurses, and this old, bent over doctor.
It was simple - each of us walked up to the first nurse (totally naked, remember), who pointed us to an empty exam table she'd just changed the paper cover on, and told to get on the table and lay on our backs. The doctor would come by, have us sit up, talk to us, ask us questions, do the basic 'poke and prod' and listen to the chest, heart, feel the kidneys, neck, so forth.
Then came the fun part - he'd ask us to hop down, he'd do the standard hernia check - but then feel our testicles, tug on our penises more than a few times until we ALL got good and hard, then have us turn around, and (at junior high age) do the anal finger exam - and spend a little time massaging the prostate. By that time, all of us were hard as posts and dripping. Once he was done, he sent us off and we went back to the locker room to get dressed - leaking ***** and all.
How this guy got away with this in that era, I don't know - the nurses didn't say anything, they just did their jobs taking our vitals, temperature, blood pressure, height, weight, so forth - and didn't even pay much attention to what the doc was up to.
Next year, during the same exam, he'd asked a few of us to go sit on the bleachers and wait for him - we did. We were scared - we thought he'd found something wrong! Instead, he came over, started talking to us about sex, wanted to know if we ***********, how often, did we make ***** yet, so forth - I noted later that all of us he picked had been early into puberty and were nearly out of it by 8th grade, so he was picking boys who could sexually perform most likely.
He took us, one by one, into the restroom adjacent to the gym, got some KY, and got a test tube - said he wanted to test our ***** to make sure we were 'developing properly' - then proceeded to ********** each of us, collect the sample, and put each in a test tube holder - I didn't notice until a lot later when recalling this that he never labeled the tubes - how did he know whose was whose? In reality, I think the stated motive was far from the truth.
Then he gave us a warm washcloth to clean up with, and sent us back to get dressed.
All of us discussed the experience after school, and there were a LOT of mixed feelings - one being was what happened right, should we tell anyone, so forth. The consensus was that if we told, the doctor would just say he was doing his job, and we'd get in trouble - and besides, we all agreed we'd had quite a good time (he knew what he was doing, took his time getting us to ******, and obviously wanted to do so) - so to my knowledge this story is coming to light in an open venue for the first time.