After this wonderful night the next day began awfully. I’ve been summoned to the school psychologist on behest of some teachers complaining, that I was suffering from constant bullying by some idiots, that happen to attend the same school. Their complains were correct, even I should be the one to complain in the first place. What did I care if they call me a weakling, a nerd, a milquetoast or a faggot. A weakling, yes I am, a nerd, thank God I am, a milquetoast, that waits to be proven and a gay - hm - I wasn’t so sure about that myself.

„Good morning, you had me come here.“

„Yes, please, sit down. You obviously have frequent brawls with other boys of your age group. How come?“

„Wasn’t that exactly your job to tell me?“ I gave back recalcitrantly.

„Let’s find out together. You’re a little different from the others in your age. You’re very good in class, you’re not too big and masculine, if I may say so, and you don’t show off in front of the girls. How do you feel about that?“

„Oh - - erm - - Sir! - - I feel very well about that. If it’s my performance in class, that segregates me from these morons, I can live with that. It’s true that I’m neither a member of the basketball team nor part of the weightlifting group. As for my obviously lacking masculinity, if you finally dismissed these underachieving troglodites from this institute, that would make me appear a lot more average for your statistics.“

„Hm - - yes - - erm - - you are not very much occupied with activities with or about girls. You don’t have a girlfriend...“

„There’s no article in the school regulations that stipulates. ..“

„Yes, yes, I know. Ask a stupid question...“ he admitted sourly. Suddenly he got the enlightenment:

„Do you maybe have a boyfriend instead?“

„What makes you think that!?“

„Well everybody must see, that you are a very, very cute and attractive boy, if I may say so. If I were in your age, I think I’d be a little - - erm - - enamoured of you.“

„You as a homosexual male student at this institute...?“

„But no - - as a normal - - I mean a girl of your age - - homosexual or not - - I mean - - you know what I mean, don’t you?“ he ended his medically precise diagnosis desperate about the deadlock he’s manoeuvred himself into.

„In any case I’ll transfer you to the colleague for general medicine to have a look at your vital functions.“

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I entered the physician’s ward. I knew him already for a long time, since he carried out my highschool entrance medical check, which took a surprising end. But that’s another story for later.

He was an extremely sympathetic man in his fifties, and he remembered me very well and smiled.

„The school shrink sent me here, and here I am.“

He laughed heartily at my cheeky introduction.

„Some days ago we took blood samples and I’ve got the results. Before we discuss them, let’s look at your physical condition.“

I took off my shirt, so he could better carry out heart auscultation and blood pressure measurement. He told me to undress so he could have a look at my orthopaedic state. Before he turned round to me, I was standing there barenaked. He smiled and said:

„You could have kept your panties on. I didn’t mean that naked.“ He looked deep into my eyes and I feeled very much affection. He turned me round and looked intensively at my spine and if it was straight, sideways and lengthwise.

„No lordosis or scoliosis. Good. Do you do any sports? „

„Not too much. Rather few. To be honest: Not at all!“

„Your physique is rather frail. Sport would do you good. Let me check that old hernia scar.“

He sat down on the examination couch. He tenderly moved my penis a little sideways with his fingers to find the small scar, barely visible. His fingers were so tender, that his soft touch turned out to be too soft, because my brain classified it as tenderness, and to my utmost embarrassment, it rose and swelled a little. Really not much, no way an erection, but perceptible, visible. The doctor didn’t take any notice. He told me to get dressed again. We sat at his desk and he produced a data list. He stated:

„According to this list you are in a perfect shape. Liver, cholesterol level, erythrocyte sedimentation rate, all in perfect condition. The only thing, that is a little off the norm is your testosterone level. At your age it should be much higher. But that’s no major problem. This might change with the time and with your testosterone production rate, you can live very well. There are ointments to boost your testosterone, but they have side effects you surely don't want“

I was relieved that there was no problem whatsoever, and everything was within the healthy range. After a little pause, he looked lovingly into my eyes and said:

„I would never dare to talk to you about this, but - - - but - - - we have a little sweet experience in common, that still is a wonderful reminiscence for me. I’ve just had the pleasure to touch again your penis in search of the little scar. It showed some reaction to that, that made me feel happy.“

I looked down at the desk and blushed all the way up to my ears.

„Does the tender touch of a masculine hand still arouse you, like it did - - - then?“

I nodded silently without looking at him with my cheeks still glowing hot and red.

„I’m happy to hear that. Stay exactly as your are. You are wonderful. Enjoy your life the way you want and don’t let others lead you astray.“

I gave him a grateful farewell kiss on his cheek, smiled, still blushed.

„Thank you doctor. You’ve done me so good. This time and last time too.“