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I was at the university's health center and I had to get a physical for soccer. It was kind of a two-fer: the physician was an older woman who wasn't unattractive - but someone I would have never really thought about her "in that way". At the same time, I caught a glimpse of a girl from my English Lit class cleaning the doctor's office - emptying trash bins, dusting, running the vacuum. Oh - and she just happened to be on the school's women's lacrosse squad. I know - you're probably thinking that this is going to turn into a Penthouse letter. It's not. But it makes for a nice memory.
The doctor was a short walk from my dorm and the appointment was immediately after my last class of the day. The nurse took me into the exam room, took my blood pressure, temperature, etc. She then tossed me a gown, told me to undress and put it on. Fine. She left, I stripped and changed into the gown and took a seat. The gown was a bit different - a thin robe, like a bedsheet, that tied in the front.
After a few minutes, the door opens and in comes the classmate. I'm sitting there naked in my gown while she's emptying bins and making small talk. As I'm talking, I notice her - she's not scantily dressed, but she was in a t-shirt that clung to her pert breasts the way that t-shirts tend to do on co-ed girls and snug jean shorts that showed off her tight, rounded ass when she bent over, and molded perfectly to her pubis when she stood up. Her legs were lean and she wore low-top sneakers with ankle high baby-doll socks. And, for whatever reason, the bare leg flesh between the tops of her anklets and the hem of her jean shorts on her thigh was what did me in. I could feel myself getting aroused - my sac tightening as my cock began to engorge. She kept talking and cleaning and I kept staring, becoming more and more excited. She saw me shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to hide my obvious "enthusiasm" - her eyes glanced down to my lap and she grinned when she saw what I was trying to control. "Well, I think my work is done here," she winked. "See you in class."
As she left, the doctor came in. My hands were in my lap containing my excitement for the moment. She told me to hop on to the exam table and asked me a few questions - diet, exercise, lifestyle. My hands stayed in front of my crotch as I moved quickly to the exam table. She felt the glands in my neck, checked eyes, ears, nose and throat - unaware that my lower half was fighting a raging hard-on. The stethoscope came out. She placed it on my back and told me to take several deep breaths. The touch of her hand and the stethoscope on my back did nothing to ease my boner. I could feel my heart racing. She opened the front of my robe at my chest and slipped the stethoscope inside. Her hand and the cold metal grazed my nipples and my cock jumped. "Deep breaths," she continued. The breaths came - slightly ragged. She paused, centered the stethoscope on my heart and listened questioningly. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "A little," I lied. She smiled and asked me to lay back on the exam table, hands to my side. "Wh-what?" I stammered. Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Lay back," she repeated. I sighed and did as I was told. My rigid cock, free of the confines of my hands, snapped to attention. The doctor said nothing, opened my gown and pressed on my upper abdomen in several locations. She moved her hands down from my stomach, sliding them under my erect cock to press on my bladder and to feel the glands at my groin.
She closed my gown and had me stand up while she grabbed a pair of gloves from the cupboard and wheeled back to me on her roll-around chair. Now she was about eye-level with my belly button. She pushed my gown to one side and, in doing so, tangled my boner in a fold of the material, jerking it sharply. I let out a quick breath causing her to look up. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, ma'am," I responded. My hard-on was pulsing. She freed my cock from the gown allowing her full access to my genitals. With one gloved hand holding my cock to one side, she pressed on my scrotum to coax my left testicle between her thumb and forefinger. "Turn your head and cough," she requested. I did. My cock pulsed with involuntary reflex. "Again." I repeated the reflex, cock pulsing. "Nice," she said. Then she moved my cock to the other side, pressed on my sac again to free my right testicle and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. "Again," she asked. Cough. Pulse. "Once more please." Cough. Pulse. "Nice," she said again. She held my cock straight up and pulled my testes tight. When she did that, a huge drop of clear precum oozed its way out of my penis and slid its way down my shaft. Without missing a beat, the doctor eased her gloved hand up to meet it, transferring the precum from my cock to her gloved finger. She brought her thumb up to meet the precum coated finger, pressed them together and wheeled over to retrieve a paper towel. She opened her finger and thumb and seemed to take note of the thread of fluid that momentarily connected her digits - like she was testing its...viscosity? I thought. She wiped her fingers on the paper towel, rolled over and wiped the remaining crystal fluid from my cock.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's normal for guys your age," she replied. She held my cock upward again and grabbed both testes tight. "Turn your head and cough." Cough. Pulse. "Again." Cough. Pulse. "Verry nice," the doctor added, pressing two fingers against my cock and probing in various places before closing my gown.
She asked me a few follow up questions, told me I was healthy, signed my physical form and told me to get dressed. She left the room and I did, pausing as I pulled up my underwear to notice a thin stream of precum oozing down my shaft again.
On the way out of the doctor's office, I passed my classmate. My cock was still throbbing. "Bye," she said, smiling and stealing glances at my crotch, "I'll see you soon."
I walked back to my dorm room, immediately ran into the bathroom, locked the door, climbed out of my pants, grabbed hold of my cock and didn't let go until ten or fifteen thick ropes of cum flew from my cock, coating my abdomen, chest and face. It didn't take long. One jet even flew over my shoulder and splattered on the bathroom wall. Another jet hit me square in the mouth. I had never tasted my own cum until then. Later that night, I laid in bed thinking about that doctor's visit and jacked off again, quietly, so as not to wake my roommate - a little thinner and more watery this time. But I didn't care. To this day, I still fantasize about that visit. Some of the details may have gotten embellished over the years, but I'll never forget the cleaning girl, my boner and the doctor's hands on my cock and scrotum.
The doctor was a short walk from my dorm and the appointment was immediately after my last class of the day. The nurse took me into the exam room, took my blood pressure, temperature, etc. She then tossed me a gown, told me to undress and put it on. Fine. She left, I stripped and changed into the gown and took a seat. The gown was a bit different - a thin robe, like a bedsheet, that tied in the front.
After a few minutes, the door opens and in comes the classmate. I'm sitting there naked in my gown while she's emptying bins and making small talk. As I'm talking, I notice her - she's not scantily dressed, but she was in a t-shirt that clung to her pert breasts the way that t-shirts tend to do on co-ed girls and snug jean shorts that showed off her tight, rounded ass when she bent over, and molded perfectly to her pubis when she stood up. Her legs were lean and she wore low-top sneakers with ankle high baby-doll socks. And, for whatever reason, the bare leg flesh between the tops of her anklets and the hem of her jean shorts on her thigh was what did me in. I could feel myself getting aroused - my sac tightening as my cock began to engorge. She kept talking and cleaning and I kept staring, becoming more and more excited. She saw me shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to hide my obvious "enthusiasm" - her eyes glanced down to my lap and she grinned when she saw what I was trying to control. "Well, I think my work is done here," she winked. "See you in class."
As she left, the doctor came in. My hands were in my lap containing my excitement for the moment. She told me to hop on to the exam table and asked me a few questions - diet, exercise, lifestyle. My hands stayed in front of my crotch as I moved quickly to the exam table. She felt the glands in my neck, checked eyes, ears, nose and throat - unaware that my lower half was fighting a raging hard-on. The stethoscope came out. She placed it on my back and told me to take several deep breaths. The touch of her hand and the stethoscope on my back did nothing to ease my boner. I could feel my heart racing. She opened the front of my robe at my chest and slipped the stethoscope inside. Her hand and the cold metal grazed my nipples and my cock jumped. "Deep breaths," she continued. The breaths came - slightly ragged. She paused, centered the stethoscope on my heart and listened questioningly. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "A little," I lied. She smiled and asked me to lay back on the exam table, hands to my side. "Wh-what?" I stammered. Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Lay back," she repeated. I sighed and did as I was told. My rigid cock, free of the confines of my hands, snapped to attention. The doctor said nothing, opened my gown and pressed on my upper abdomen in several locations. She moved her hands down from my stomach, sliding them under my erect cock to press on my bladder and to feel the glands at my groin.
She closed my gown and had me stand up while she grabbed a pair of gloves from the cupboard and wheeled back to me on her roll-around chair. Now she was about eye-level with my belly button. She pushed my gown to one side and, in doing so, tangled my boner in a fold of the material, jerking it sharply. I let out a quick breath causing her to look up. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, ma'am," I responded. My hard-on was pulsing. She freed my cock from the gown allowing her full access to my genitals. With one gloved hand holding my cock to one side, she pressed on my scrotum to coax my left testicle between her thumb and forefinger. "Turn your head and cough," she requested. I did. My cock pulsed with involuntary reflex. "Again." I repeated the reflex, cock pulsing. "Nice," she said. Then she moved my cock to the other side, pressed on my sac again to free my right testicle and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. "Again," she asked. Cough. Pulse. "Once more please." Cough. Pulse. "Nice," she said again. She held my cock straight up and pulled my testes tight. When she did that, a huge drop of clear precum oozed its way out of my penis and slid its way down my shaft. Without missing a beat, the doctor eased her gloved hand up to meet it, transferring the precum from my cock to her gloved finger. She brought her thumb up to meet the precum coated finger, pressed them together and wheeled over to retrieve a paper towel. She opened her finger and thumb and seemed to take note of the thread of fluid that momentarily connected her digits - like she was testing its...viscosity? I thought. She wiped her fingers on the paper towel, rolled over and wiped the remaining crystal fluid from my cock.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's normal for guys your age," she replied. She held my cock upward again and grabbed both testes tight. "Turn your head and cough." Cough. Pulse. "Again." Cough. Pulse. "Verry nice," the doctor added, pressing two fingers against my cock and probing in various places before closing my gown.
She asked me a few follow up questions, told me I was healthy, signed my physical form and told me to get dressed. She left the room and I did, pausing as I pulled up my underwear to notice a thin stream of precum oozing down my shaft again.
On the way out of the doctor's office, I passed my classmate. My cock was still throbbing. "Bye," she said, smiling and stealing glances at my crotch, "I'll see you soon."
I walked back to my dorm room, immediately ran into the bathroom, locked the door, climbed out of my pants, grabbed hold of my cock and didn't let go until ten or fifteen thick ropes of cum flew from my cock, coating my abdomen, chest and face. It didn't take long. One jet even flew over my shoulder and splattered on the bathroom wall. Another jet hit me square in the mouth. I had never tasted my own cum until then. Later that night, I laid in bed thinking about that doctor's visit and jacked off again, quietly, so as not to wake my roommate - a little thinner and more watery this time. But I didn't care. To this day, I still fantasize about that visit. Some of the details may have gotten embellished over the years, but I'll never forget the cleaning girl, my boner and the doctor's hands on my cock and scrotum.
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