Warning: Adult Content - Sex Stories - 21+ Only
My eyes darted from the bar's pool table to the ping-pong table to the air hockey table to the line of 6 empty beer bottles she had finished off in about 30 minutes. "Well then what do I get if I win?" I asked coyly. I really had no intention of modeling for her stupid art class but she was tipsy and I figured myself an easy winner. Also, I was desperate to get the evening back on track to some manner of flirtacous behavior. She thought for a while and said she would run around the quad in her bra and panties. My ears instantly perked up but since I thought I was assured a victory I wanted to see if I could push the envelope a little.
"So I have to sit on a stool for an hour in my boxers in front of you and your girlfriends but all you have to do is a quick run around the quad in your bra and panties? That hardly sounds sporting." After another beer and a bit of haggling where she had to streak the quad completely naked and I had to model for her art class, but she got to pick out any bathing suit she wanted for me. I didn't give the bet as much thought as I might have because she was on her 8th beer and I didn't see any way she could beat me. We shook on it and agreed on ping-pong. I was positive this cute little brunette was about to get naked right then and there and I was already getting an erection as we headed to the ping-pong table.
I realized I had been hustled after about 10 seconds. She was like the Venus Williams of ping-pong, I had never seen anything like it. The game was over in about 5 minutes and I did not score a single point. She looked at me bashfully and asked, "A deal's a deal right?" I nodded sullenly, welching on a bet seemed even worse than losing so badly. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and directions to the studio and then she was gone, leaving me wondering what in the hell had just happened.
I decided I'd try and be a good sport and when I showed up to the studio the next day I thought I might have mistakenly ended up at a playboy audition. There were a dozen of the most attractive women I had ever seen milling around, a few drinking wine. All eyes were on me as I walked in and Cindy soon emerged from the crowd, greeting me and giving me another kiss on the cheek. She she said they were all ready for me and pointed me to the changing room. Walking to the dressing room I was certain every girl there was staring at my ass. In the changing room was a robe, a note from Cindy and the skimpiest brazilian cut men's thong I have ever seen. It was little more than a stretchy white pouch for my dick and balls and a few strings to hold it in place.
'She can't be serious,' I thought. I read the note, "A deal's a deal right? Any bathing suit I choose . . . My girlfriend wanted me to use one of those male stripper g-strings but I didn't want my art project to come off sleezy. The men in South America wear these thongs on the beach all the time so its no big deal, don't get bashful on me. My girlfriends all think you're really cute and if you're a good sport today I'm sure they'll all want to date you." The note was signed with a kiss in hot pink lipstick and left me feeling more than a little pissed off. But I didn't know how I was going to get out of it at this point. I'd never live it down if I just left. Sticking my head out the door to call Cindy in or complaining about having to wear a speedo in front of all those girls seemed almost as embarassing.
I must have been deliberating over my options for longer than I thought and a knock came at the door, startling me. Cindy asked if I was 'alright in there'and I said 'yeah, I'll be right out.' Now there was really no backing out. I changed into the thong quickly, trying to put the robe on before I had a chance to look at my naked ass in the mirror or notice how the outline of my cock was slightly visible through the stretchy white material.
Cindy took charge as I came back into the studio, showing me the pose she wanted me to assume, checking the lighting, asking me if I wanted a glass of water. The girls all had sketchpads in hand and were looking at me expectantly. "Right there is great, now if you'll just take off your robe we can get started," said Cindy.
'Be cool' I willed myself mentally. I took off the robe and draped it over the stool. I'm not sure what reaction I was really expecting. Gasps? Laughter? Pointing? Applause? I didn't really get any reaction at all. The girls all started right in on their sketches and I started thinking, maybe I made too big of a deal out of modeling in a thong. Hell, they were probably used to sketching nude males. I actually started to feel a little more comfortable and my mind started drifting to this and that: errands I needed to run, phone calls I needed to return, upcoming tests I had to prepare for. Then I caught myself staring at Cindy's legs. She was wearing a mini-skirt that rode up considerably when she sat down and now her lets were visible all the way up to her butt cheeks. She had great legs, I could just imagine them wrapped around me. Then I felt it move. 'Crap' I thought. Grandmas, fat guys, STDs. I tried thinking of anything I could to stop from getting an erection. That would be so humiliating, the thong was barely covering anything while my dick was soft, if it got hard I might as well not be wearing anything at all.
That's when I realized something, every single girl in the room was wearing extremely revealing clothing. Everyone was wearing skirts or short shorts and almost everyone was showing some cleavage in low cut blouses, halter tops and tank tops. The only girl that wasn't showing any cleavage was wearing a white shirt with fabric so thin that when I looked closer I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. 'Shit' I thought again. I desperately tried thinking of things to stop my erection in its tracks. 'Ok just look at them from the shoulders up' I thought to myself.
That's when I realized something else. Every single girl in the room was staring at my cock. Not just looking, outright staring. None of them were looking at any other part of my body. I stole a glance down and could see it was half hard, already making a tent in the virtually non-existent thong.
The whole situation was fast becoming extremely erotic. I tried staring at the clock but it wasn't helping, every minute was an eternity and I was sure I could feel all those hungry eyes on me. My eyes drifted back to the sultry blonde whose nipples were practically poking through the thin fabric of her white tank top. She had paused sketching, her pencil was in her mouth and she was gazing at her sketchbook thoughtfully. I don't know if she knew what she was doing but she started kind of playing with the pencil like she would a cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth just an inch or two, trailing her tongue around it ever so subtley. Now I was really starting to lose it and I could feel my dick start to throb. I was wondering if the motion was noticeable to the ladies when Cindy's voice brought me back into reality.
"Hey Janice, what part are you having trouble with?" The gorgeous blonde murmured something back I didn't quite catch, and crossed her legs flashing me a a brief glimpse of white cotton panties. My dick twitched again and while Cindy and Janice conversed I stole a glance down to check the status of my hard-on. My face must have turned an even brighter red almost instantly, my dick was fully erect and pressing out against the front of the briefs lewdly. Without much extra material the edges of the swimsuit were pulling away from skin and I think the ladies on my sides had a pretty excellent view of my balls. Maybe worse yet, I was getting so excited that a very noticeable wetspot of precum was developing through the white fabric.
Suddenly Cindy was standing next to me with a ruler in hand, starting to give the small class some pointers on sketching the male form. She used a ruler as a pointer while she lectured and I was so overstimulated that even the physical contact with the ruler was having a serious effect on me. I didn't hear much of what she said, just focusing on her ruler dancing across my chest and tickling my legs and thighs. I tuned back in when she said, "Now I've noticed a few of you having some trouble with the genital area. It can be very tricky, sometimes even more so with a revealing swimsuit, compared to completely nude." With that comment, several of the other girls chimed in.
"Yeah the light is reflecting too much off that stretchy fabric, it makes it really difficult to sketch." said Janice.
"Well besides the light problem, I don't see how we can sketch him when he can't even hold still." That sent the girls into an uproarious laughter and I felt like crawling in a hole and dying. Somehow the matter of fact comment made the whole situation even more sexually charged. That's when I felt the ruler tracing circles around my inner thigh about a centimeter from my throbbing cock. I looked over to Cindy who had a devilish smirk on her face with which I was quickly becoming far too familiar.
"I really hate to impose any more than I already have but this grade is really important to me and the girls so we really need to get the sketch right." She paused for a moment and her ruler made contact with my dick, stroking it ever so slightly. I could barely even concentrate on what she said next. "I know its asking a lot, but we seriously need to get this project right, and we only have the studio booked for another 15 minutes." She was giving me those bedroom eyes and pouting her lips. All I could really focus on at this point was how they would feel wrapped around my cock.
"If there's any way you could just pull down your briefs for the rest of the session so we can get good grades on this project I would definitely owe you one." She was tracing circles around my balls with her ruler. I think I was putty in her hands . . . well, in her ruler. "We're all adults here, what do you say . . . can you help us out of a tight spot?"
She had hooked the ruler under the waistband of my briefs and was starting to pull them down, looking to me for signs of objection. She had already pulled the swimsuit down past the base of my cock when I gave her a sheepish nod of approval. I probably subconsciously thought there was some kind of chance for a wild orgy to ensue if I got completely naked.
She quickly snapped them down the rest of the way, and my dick flopped out, bouncing around a little bit. She said thank you cheerfully, gave me a pinch on the butt and returned to her seat.
10 minutes later there was no orgy and I was still the only one naked. A couple of the girls were discussing something I couldn't quite make out, though they looked perturbed about something.
Cindy finally broke the silence, "Ok, this just isn't working. Look, our art teacher is 65 years old, she's from the old school. We can't turn in sketches of you naked with a raging hard-on! She'll flunk us just on principle and tell us to go work for playgirl." I could see her point but didn't exactly know what she expected me to do about it.
"I'm afraid we're going to need you to take care of that little problem so we can wrap this up." All those lovely ladies looked at me expectantly and you could definitely hear a pin drop.
I really couldn't think of how to react or respond to her latest demand and after a long pause I turned to head to the changing room.
"Wait, we don't have time for that!" Cindy snapped suddenly. "We only have the studio for 5 more minutes. Its not our fault you still get excited over any little thing like a twelve year old boy." I had never heard her speak with that kind of domineering, authoritative tone. "If you're going to act like a little boy, we'll treat you like one. Now hurry up and beat off so we can finish our damn project."
I was more than a little stunned. Part of me definitely felt like this had all gone far enough and I should just get dressed and go home but I was just too aroused to think very logically. My desire to cum must have been greater than my fear of humiliation because after a brief pause, I started stroking my cock just like she told me.
It wasn't long before I was close to a powerful orgasm. The girls seemed to sense it and broke the illusion of decorum calling out things like, 'Stroke that dick' and 'Cum for us.' My eyes rolled back into my head and I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Jet after jet of cum shot our towards the girls who had started cheering. The waves of pleasure were just subsiding and my dick was still dripping when there was a commotion at the door.
Suddenly, a whole class of art students was coming through the door. I jumped up and froze like a deer in headlight. What a sight I must have been, on the small stage in the center of the room, holding my dick still dripping with cum.
"What the hell is going on here, you aren't supposed to be here, you aren't art students!" barked the professor. The girls were already scampering out the side exit mid-sentence. "I'm calling security!" he grumbled and stormed off. I regained my senses a moment later, grabbed the speedo on the ground and made a run for it, filing past about 40 mostly female coeds, more than a few of whom managed to slap my ass when I ran by.
She had meant to type 'CN' into the search box for 'case number' but the phone rang as she was typing and she sloppily mashed the keys. When she hit the 'c' she also grazed the 'f' next to it, and when she hit the 'n' she nudged the adjacent 'm' key. She didn't immediately register her mistake and stared blankly at page after page of search results for 'CFNM' as she jotted down the phone message.
After a moment she realized she made a typo but was perplexed what all these 'CFNM' files were. The contents were password encrypted, all she could see was 'CFNM 1023' and 'CFNM 598' and so on. She looked in the upper left, "2,548 results for 'cfnm'" reported the search box. "What the hell is a CFNM?" She mused out loud.
So she typed in this unfamiliar acronym into google's search box and after a couple of clicks was staring rather dumbfoundedly at a picture of a tanned muscular young man stroking a very large cock in front of five well-dressed, professional looking women sitting on a couch sipping wine. "Clothed female nude male," she read out loud. "Holy Shit."
Anna was now quite interested in getting at the contents of those files but her knowledge of computers was pretty basic. She instantly thought of Jessica, another legal secretary at the firm who fancied herself somewhat of a computer hacker and hated Peter just as much as Anna. After a brief phone call Jessica said, with some excitement, "I'm on my way" and Anna went back to browsing her Google search results.
Jessica arrived before Anna knew it and apparently she did know a thing or two about computers because about an hour later the two secretaries were sitting, mouths agape, looking at image after image of Peter, completely naked, with various, fully clothed females.
"Oh my god, that's Mrs. Kellerman, she's a client." Anna balked. "I can't believe he was stupid enough to leave these files on his work computer, encrypted or not."
"Do you know what this means? These pictures could destroy his career. We finally have that prick by the balls," enthused Jessica.
"You know, I think all the secretaries have been working too damn hard. Its time to have some fun," schemed Anna.
The next morning began like any other for Peter McDonald. He got up early, jogged a few miles, had a protein shake, slipped into a thousand dollar Italian suit and jetted to work in a flashy red Ferrari. He strolled into his 10th floor corner office and barked at Anna, "Do you have last night's dictations?"
"On your desk sir," Anna said coyly.
Peter opened the dictation folder and spilled half of his $5 Starbucks coffee drink all down the front of his expensive suit. He was too stunned to yell, curse, or slam his fist on the desk. In the folder was the picture of himself completely naked and stroking his cock inches from the fully clothed Nancy Kellerman, one of the firms biggest clients and a short handwritten note. Peter knew this picture would ruin his career if the senior partners got a hold of it and wondered how he could have possibly been so careless. He picked up the note, immediately recognizing Anna's handwriting.
"Peter you are by far the biggest prick I have ever worked for. Because of this I was only slightly surprised to see what a big cock you have. I'm sure you know what would happen if I email these pictures to everyone in the firm address book but luckily for you that doesn't have to happen. Here's what does need to happen. In your bottom drawer you'll find a gold sequin thong I left for you. Take off all your clothes and put on that thong. Once you're sitting at your desk wearing nothing but a thong, buzz me in. You've been a prick to half the secretaries on this floor, and today we're going to have some fun."
Peter was stunned. He knew he had little choice but sat there for the better part of an hour in silence trying to think of some way out. Even Peter's brilliant mind could not scheme his way out of this one, his own carelessness (and horniness) had gotten him into this situation and the only way out was to swallow his pride. At least that's what he tried to tell himself. He slipped out of his expensive silk suit until he was standing behind his oversized oak desk, mooning half of downtown, examining that wisp of fabric Anna had generally referred to as a thong. The back was about as thick as dental floss and the front was a tiny triangle no more than a few square inches. He realized it was probably a female thong, but left without any options, slipped it on.
He looked at himself in the full-length mirror opposite his desk and instantly wished he hadn't. The fabric barely covered his penis, even while it was soft and his shaved balls hung out lewdly. He almost lost it right there and put his suit back on but there was a lot at stake. Resigned he sat back at his desk and buzzed Anna. "I'm ready in here," he said with none of his customary confidence.
Peter heard someone coming in the door and suddenly panicked that Anna had tricked him and 3 or 4 of the senior partners were about to walk in his office. He was ever slow slightly relieved when Anna walked in, eyes glued to the half of his body visible from the desk up, grinning wickedly. This small measure of relief quickly dissipated when Anna was followed by Jessica, who was followed by Marjory, Melissa, Sarah, Christine and Donna. Half of the secretaries on the floor, Peter cursed himself again for being so careless.
The ladies were giggling as they filed in, none of them had believed Anna's outlandish story about Peter's cfnm fetish.
"Sure Peter," Anna said sweetly but only pretended to lock the door. "Now get out from behind that desk and shake that hot ass for us, some of us have work to do!" Anna produced a fat stack of one dollar bills and divvied them up between the 7 secretaries. Peter felt himself blushing already.
"Hurry the fuck up Peter, we don't have all day," Anna commanded in her best Peter imitation.
Peter stood up from the desk hesitantly and the instant his barely-there thong came into view the women broke into cheers and catcalls. To Peter they sounded just like a bunch of rowdy guys at a wet t-shirt contest at spring break. He could scarcely believe there was a bustling law office on the other side of the door and was instantly grateful for the soundproof walls. One of the ladies had turned on some music and they were all eyeing him expectantly.
Peter sighed and sauntered bashfully around the desk, starting to dance. Anna stood up and put the first dollar bill in Peter's waistband and then slapped his ass as hard as she could leaving a big red handprint. "Shit," Peter protested but it was drowned out by the secretaries' cheers.
The ladies took Anna's cue and began pinching Peter's ass and sticking dollar bills in his waistband. Before long Anna started pushing the envelope and stuffed a dollar bill down the front of his thong, the back of her hand grazing Peter's dick. This emboldened the ladies even more and in moments they were taking turns stuffing bills down Peter's thong, grabbing his balls, rubbing his ass. Each time the ladies gave him a dollar they were copping more of a feel of his cock until they were literally stroking it several times before pulling their hand out.
Peter was quickly getting hard and there was no way that tiny thong was going to contain his dick. For a couple minutes it was shooting out at some absurd angle and then it flopped all the way out, bringing a new round of cheering. Now the ladies were taking turns tugging on his dick and one even got on her knees and gave it a lick.
"Ok ladies, we have to get back to work soon before someone notices we're missing," said Anna and Peter thought his ordeal must be over. "So Peter if you can just sit on your desk and masturbate for us, we'll be all done here."
Peter felt he should protest, that Anna was really taking this too far, but he was standing there naked in front of seven women and his dick was already hanging out leaking precum. Sheepishly, he hopped on the desk and started rubbing the precum all over the head of his penis. The ladies were going wild, yelling for him to stroke his dick and cum for them, pinching his nipples and playing with his balls.
Peter was pissed off and humiliated but very turned on as well. He could feel an powerful orgasm building quickly. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull has he jacked off feverishly and grunted like a caveman when he came, shooting all over the expensive carpeting.
As his eyes opened and he came back to reality he saw the secretaries all huddled around him giggling. Half of them had camera phones in their hands and Peter could only imagine the pictures they must have captured.
"Ok Peter I think that just about does it. I trust we can count on you to treat your secretaries with a lot more understanding and respect in the future?" said Anna and all seven women filed back out of the office as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Most of the security guards were men but there were there were 7 women who worked in the main office. Several of the women were in their fourties and already married but there were a few my age, in their twenties. One was this cute brunette named Becky with the classic girl next door look that I quickly developed a crush on.
Anyway, midway through my second week a couple of the guys got a jump on me as I was coming out of the bathroom and before I knew it I was cuffed with a smelly cloth sack over my head. I heard some of the other guys come out from the bathroom behind me and 4 or 5 of them forcibly lead me out back to one of the large storage facilities on site. They took my boots and my gunbelt and handcuffed both my arms to some pipes. I cussed them out, putting up a false bravado, but they just chuckled and I heard them leaving, shutting the heavy metal door behind them.
I was left chained to those pipes for what seemed like forever feeling totally helpless when I finally heard someone coming. Given some time to cool off, I just kept my mouth shut and waited to see what they were going to do to me. The doors clanked open and I heard several people shuffle in. When I could sense they were just a few feet away the stood motionless for several minutes, regarding me. Then one of them giggled. These were the women in the office I suddenly realized and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.
"Well, well, well . . . What do we have here?" The voice sounded like Jessica, one of the older women, but I couldn't be sure. "Ladies, what are we going to do with this sorry excuse for a man?" Some more giggling and whispering ensued, and I couldn't make out everything.
Then a voice I did recognize cut through the clamour, "Why don't we just strip him!" It was Becky, the one I had a crush on and my heart would have sunk if a sense of ensuing sense of panic didn't take priority.
"Let me go right now!" I tried to demand but the whole lot of them broke into uproarious laughter.
Two of the ladies grabbed either end of my trousers and they were yanked off in moments. Then I felt the cold steel of a pair of scissors against my skin and one of them said, "Now hold very, very still." In moments they had cut off the grey shirt with the company's emblem as well as the white t-shirt I wore underneath and I was left there in just my boxers, starting to shiver.
"Ok really, that's enough now, just let me go, no hard feelings." I said with the little confidence I could muster.
"No hard feelings, really? Becky could you check if he has any hard feelings please?" Suddenly I felt an index finger poke my groin in several spots eliciting some more cheering and catcalling out of the group.
"He feels pretty soft to me, looks like he was telling the truth."
After the laugher died down, someone said, "Ok, ok, let's get on with it." I felt hands on the waistband of my boxers and crossed my lags in what must have been a ridiculous attempt on my part. I felt the scissors against my skin again and my boxers fell to the ground exposing me in front of this increasingly rambunctious group of women.
There was a little more cheering and then I felt them all gathering around me. I had no idea what was coming next until I heard Becky, "Ok ladies, say cheese!" They were taking pictures for souvenirs! How would I ever live this down or face any of them again?
I was convinced my humiliation was complete, but I was wrong. They were all huddling up as close to me as possible to get in the shot. Several had their hands on my back and couple had their hands on my naked ass, using the opportunity to rub and pinch it while the camera clicked away. I could feel my dick start to stiffen and was hoping they didn't notice but a renewed series of lewd catcalls and cheers told me different.
Now my dick was really getting hard and starting to throb and the ladies were getting bolder, several hands were tickling me up and down my inner thighs, brushing up against my balls. There was some more whispering that I couldn't quite make out but I realized they were discussing whether or not to push the envelope and take it a little further.
"Well we can't very well send him back to work with that thing sticking out." Several of the women voiced their agreement and then I felt a finger tip softly tracing a circle on the tip of my penis. It twitched uncontrollably and there was even more laughter and giggling.
"One of you girls hand me my purse, I think I have some KY in it." I recognized the voice was Becky's and realized she was the one with her hand on my cock. It throbbed even harder and then I felt the cool lubricant be applied generously all up and down the shaft. She started stroking, the other women cheering her along and before long I was straining against my bonds already on the edge. The women must have sensed their fun was not going to last very long because several more took the opportunity to join in. There were hands rubbing my ass, pinching my nipples and cupping my balls. The combination of stimuli was overwhelming and I felt my whole body tense up. Becky must have sensed it was coming and began squeezing and stroking even harder. Within moments I was grunting like an animal and coming for what seemed like forever. The ladies broke into applause and a great deal more laughter. They filed back out of the storage facility and left me there, cum still dripping out of my cock.
One of the guys unlocked the handcuffs an hour later and I just gathered my things and went home. I did go back to work the next day and although every female that worked there flashed me a wicked grin that made my whole body flush, no one ever mentioned the incident ever again. Although I often wonder whatever happened to those pictures, and how many times they get shown on the ladies' drinking nights.
About a week into my sophomore year of college I got a note to see the school nurse. I was at a new school and trying out for football so I figured I was being called in for my physical. My last high school didn't require physicals and I hadn't been to the doctor since I was around 10. When I tried out for the team I was assuming the physical was just a technicality that wasn't really enforced but there I was, sitting in the waiting room for the school nurse, twiddling my thumbs.When the nurse finally called me in I started stammering how I had been checked out by the family doctor just last month, and I was sure a physical wasn't really necessary, and I really needed to get back to class. She wasn't having it. State law . . . insurance . . . covering her own ass. And what an ass. . . I knew Nurse Roberts was the hottest female in the faculty even though I had only been there a week: late 20's, brown hair, blue eyes, the classic girl next door look and legs that went forever down past her nurse uniform mini-skirt. .
"Strip down to you underwear and I'll be back in a minute," she said and I snapped back into reality. Reluctantly, I stripped down to my boxers, sat on the cold exam room table and waited some more.
It seemed like ages until Nurse Roberts came back and my jaw hit the floor when I saw she wasn't alone. Kelly Edwards, a bookish though cute girl from my History class, filed in after the nurse, spiral notebook in hand.
Before I could wrap my head around this turn of events the school nurse explained, "This is Kelly, she is shadowing me for the day as part of the schools career month. Kelly is thinking about going to nursing school next year. You don't mind do you?"
I was still stunned and before I had time to stammer out some kind of protest the nurse began rattling off the pre-exam questions. Then she weighed me, took my temperature, shined the little flashlight in my eye. The nurse was explaining every little thing to Kelly like I wasn't even there and I couldn't help feeling like I was 10 again. I could tell Kelly was undressing me with her eyes, what little there was left to undress. It was just so surreal standing there in a skimpy pair of boxer briefs, Nurse Roberts taking my blood pressure, and a girl I normally wouldn’t give the time of day blatantly ogling me.
Time seemed to drag to a halt as the nurse continued explaining each procedure to Kelly. The nurse used a tongue depresser to check my throat and then had Kelly try. They used the little hammer on my knee to check my reflexes and Kelly must have done it a dozen times before she got it right. They each checked my heartbeat with an ice cold stethoscope and I swear Kelly used the chance to brush the back of her hand against one of my nipples.
I thought my ordeal was just about over when Kelly pointed to something towards the bottom of the clipboard nurse Roberts was checking off and whispered some question I couldn’t quite make out.
“Yes you really should observe that procedure as well if you’re planning on becoming a nurse,” said Nurse Roberts. Turning to me she asked, “Can you please pull down your boxers now, you don’t need to take them all the way off.”
In that moment I knew exactly how a deer caught in headlights must feel and the nurse’s request just hung there in the air for several moments. “Um . . you need me to do what?” I glanced over at Kelly who was looking at me expectantly and back at the Nurse who suddenly had a very severe expression.
“This is a standard medical procedure and completely necessary if you want to play sports. Besides, Kelly will be performing this sort of procedure on a regular basis at nursing school next year, the experience will be invaluable for her. Now please, I don’t have all day,” said Nurse Roberts matter-of-factly.
I knew the whole situation wasn’t quite right, being compelled to strip naked in front of a classmate but sitting there on the cold exam table, already down to my briefs, the school nurse authoritatively insisting . . . I just didn’t feel like I had much choice.
“Well why does Kelly have to be here for this,” I asked, not sounding nearly as confident as I hoped.
“Female nurses routinely perform this procedure on male patients. Its just part of life and you’ll have to get used to it sooner or later.” Turning to Kelly she said, “You’ll find a lot of the younger men you examine can get very bashful.”
I could feel my face turning beet red. Feeling left without any options, I bit the bullet, hooked my fingers around my boxer-briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. Kelly’s eyes bulged and there was a barely audible gasp.
Nurse Roberts continued like it was business as usual, “Ok Kelly, this patient is circumcised but if he wasn’t, the first thing you would want to do is check under the foreskin.” I just couldn’t believe this was really happening, and suddenly I was picturing Kelly in the locker room the next day telling her friends all about my dick and having a good laugh.
“Next you want to check for a possible hernia, this is even more important for athletes and not getting properly checked out can be very dangerous.” Before I wrapped my head around this turn of events, Nurse Roberts reached down and cupped my balls and my dick twitched rather noticeably. That was the first time a girl, let alone a woman, had touched my balls and I was starting to get excited despite the nervousness and embarrassment of the whole situation.
“Ok Kelly, now you try,” said the Nurse and my disbelief reached a new high. But standing there buck naked, exposed in front of these two young women, my boxers already around my ankles, I just could not form the words for a protest. Kelly cupped my balls softly, much more hesitantly than Nurse Robert’s trained hands making the experience much more erotic than medical. My dick twitched again involuntarily and I could tell it was beginning to grow.
“Turn your head and cough.” I was in another world.
“Next you want to inspect the testicles for any abnormalities which may be an indication of testicular cancer. Boys his age should be doing periodic self-checks so you should always educate your patients on what to look for.” They had me sit back on the cold exam table and the Nurse pushed my dick to the side while she went over every inch of my balls, rolling them around gently between her fingers. Kelly was watching intently and her face was so close I could feel her breath on my inner thighs.
The Nurse was rattling off some instructions on performing self-checkups but all I could think about was trying to keep my dick from becoming completely erect. I was fighting a losing battle. I heard Kelly giggling and couldn’t bear to look.
“Oh don’t worry about that, it can be pretty common for your male patients to get excited during an exam, especially the young ones. The best thing to do is just ignore it,” explained the Nurse. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Kelly’s gossip for the locker room the next day was getting juicier by the minute.
“Can I put my clothes back on,” I asked meekly.
“Just a minute,” said the Nurse, checking the clock. “Since we still have some time there’s one more procedure I’d like to do for Kelly’s sake. While not strictly necessary for young boys it is very important for older men. Colon cancer is nothing to fool around with. Can you bend over the exam table for us please?”
At this point I just wanted it to be over so I obliged, pointing my ass directly at the nurse, the cold exam table doing nothing to soften my throbbing dick.
“Now spread your legs a few feet apart,” this couldn’t really be happening. “Now try to bear down like you’re sitting on the toilet.” I was starting to think about changing schools again when I felt the Nurse’s lubricated finger start to enter my ass. This was another first for me and it felt weird. Then she started swirling her finger around and it started to feel good. Before I realized what was happening I could feel pressure building in my balls and half my body started trembling. I couldn’t even suppress the groan as my dick exploded, shooting cum all over the exam table.
“Oh don’t worry about that, lots of boys will ejaculate from rectal stimulation. You can get dressed, you have a clean bill of health.” Absolutely mortified, I got dressed with comical speed.
“Kelly can you please hand me some paper towels?” I glanced towards Kelly as I was tying my shoes and she flashed me a wickedly mischievious grin like the cat that ate the canary.
The Nurse turned back to me as I was leaving, “Oh, can you please send Kevin in on your way out?”
