I didn't know about my first two experiences until after the fact - at the time, I didn't know what to think of them - mostly made me feel uneasy. Part of it was that I was young, and it felt unbalanced at the time. But now I've grown to like that feeling.
Very first time, outside young kid and family stuff, was when a hepatitis outbreak was going around our school. Tainted strawberries in the hot lunch line. They held a free vaccination clinic for those that may have eaten those at the local school. My parents did a good job signing me up - they asked if I ate the strawberries, and then told me the ramifications after the fact.
Anyways, I go to this appointment, where i know i'm going to get a shot. What I didn't know, is that they give you the shot on your butt. While there was a cfnm element from the nurse administering the shot, I didn't take too much from that, her being in her 50s and pretty professional. However, my sister (2 years older than me) tagged along to this appointment, and while she was told to wait outside, she saw a friend from school there, and they started hanging out and exploring the hallways on what would otherwise have been an off day from school. I had a crush on her friend - super cute, super nice, beautiful brunette features and caring eyes.
I was called into the classroom for my turn. After a standard questionnaire, it comes time for the shot. I'm shocked to find out that it will be in my ass cheek. As a relatively private individual, that's enough to make me feel uncomfortable - i look at my dad, who's in there, the nurse, and hesitantly roll down the top of my waist band. My dad acts frustrated (he's a medical professional), and tells me just to yank them down. I do. The sudden shock of the cool air hitting my previously protected nether region sends obviously makes me nervous - I shrivel up as a result. I vividly recall looking down and feeling pitiful at the sight of my exposed little penis sitting atop of my receded balls.
I get the shot, and yank up my pants gratefully.
It's not until 2 weeks or so later that my sister, when the topic of shots comes up, drops the casual comment: "I felt so bad for you when you got that shot in your butt!"
I reply, "well, yeah, it hurt, how did you know it was in my butt?"
She looked around bashfully, obviously caught in an admission of guilt, and the story spilled out. So, it turns out, the classroom was like many built in the 50s (although the story is from the 90s), where there are two doors to the classroom. My dad and I entered, talked to the nurse in what we thought was privacy, and I received the shot at the front of the class, after walking in the door adjacent to that area. My sister and her cutie friend, who were roaming the halls, opening whatever doors they could find, stealthy as secret agents in case someone was on the other side, happened to open the back door to the room and proceed to keep it cracked open when they realize it's me in there. Apparently, they see the self depantsing, and the execution of the shot. As she tells me this story, I think about my staging at the time. While I truly had no idea they were peeking, I did remember the configuration of the room. The door they would have been peeking in faced just off to my left, and plenty in front of me to have an unobstructed view of my little, scared penis and balls as I looked back over my other shoulder at the nurse as she prepared to give me the shot.
When I realized the situation, I straight up asked my sister if her friend (We'll call her Brittany) had seen anything. "No, No, No!" she reassured me. "We saw it was you and closed the door way before your pants came down. We didn't want to see your little penis!"
She honestly was trying to deny it, but just the fact she knew my drawers came all the way down confirmed my suspicions - they had seen everything, given their proximity and the set up of the room.
While I was horrified at the time, I started feeling that thrill at the bottom of my stomach every time I'd see her friend Brittany from there on out. While she never let on anything, even her friendliness or an extra smile here or there would remind me that she saw me at my most vulnerable, completely exposed, without my knowledge, and that always made me excited.
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