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The maddening itch grew worse each day, and Peter was finally driven to
seek relief. He had put it off for as long as he could, fearing the
inevitable embarrassment and humiliation associated with revealing his
problem, but at last he could stand it no more. He entered the d**g
store shyly and looked around for the elderly pharmacist who ran the
store. The place was empty except for a young woman in a white coat
behind the counter. “Hi, can I help you?” she asked.
“I, uh, need to speak to the pharmacist. Is he here?”
“Mr. Roberts is on vacation, but I’m Lisa, his replacement. What can I
do for you?”
Embarrassed to explain his special problem to a man, Peter was aghast at
the prospect of telling it to a woman. Especially one such as Lisa, a
stunningly beautiful girl about his own age, with shoulder length brown
hair and a voluptuous figure which not even her bulky lab coat could
hide. He stammered, “Well … its … sort of personal. I … better
come back later.”
She smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, you can tell me. I handle all sorts of
stuff for men. Do you need some condoms, or something like that?”
He hesitated, with the itch nearly driving him out of his mind, and
thought of the misery he would experience waiting until Mr. Roberts
returned. With a blush he mumbled, “No, it’s … I’ve got sort of a rash
on … my penis.”
Lisa accepted this declaration matter of factly. “I see. What sort of
rash? Is it like a fungal infection, or an abrasion?”
“It’s more like … an abrasion.”
Peter turned crimson as he read the label under Lisa’s observation, and
started to slink away in embarrassment, but she pre-empted his flight.
She said, “Wait, come on back here a minute” and led him behind a
curtain into a small stock room. Turning around to face him, she
ordered, “Here. Let’s drop your britches and have a look at the
problem.” He stood frozen in utter astonishment while she quickly
unsnapped his trousers and lowered them just below his hips along with
his underwear, exposing his sexual organs.
She took his took his penis in her fingers and inspected it closely. “Oh
yeah, here are some abrasions, all right. Does that hurt?” She ran her
fingers lightly over the small read spots on his shaft.
“… no … it more … tickles …”
He began to erect uncontrollably and glanced anxiously at her. Lisa
seemed to ignore his organ’s response and continued to stroke lightly.
“Well it doesn’t look too bad, really. I’ll put some cream on it and
we’ll clear it up in no time.”
“You mean … you … you’re going to …?” he asked, hardly believing
that this was really happening.
“Yeah, you read the warning label. We’re not supposed to let you do it
yourself.”
She walked behind him. “Could you put your hands together behind your
back a moment?” He felt a soft fabric circle around his wrists and
suddenly realized that his hands were bound. Lisa reassured him, “It’s
just a precaution, Peter. Some guys react a little funny to the
treatment.”
She sat down in a chair and drew him between her knees. She pulled his
trousers and drawers all the way down to his ankles, making him feel
very foolish and exposed. Taking his penis in her fingers she began
alternately squeezing and stroking the shaft. In spite of his
nervousness, Peter could not help erecting fully in her gentle but
skilled hands. “That’s right Peter,” she encouraged him. “Make your
member nice and stiff for me. It opens up the pores and helps the cream
go in.”
She scooped out a generous glob of penis cream and began spreading it
over his shaft. The fingers of one hand slipped up and down his
sensitive shaft in small, slow circular strokes, while those of the
other cradled his scrotal sac and squeezed his testicles gently. From
above, Peter could peek down the open neck of her coat and blouse and
glimpse the tempting swell of her bosom. He sighed and abandoned himself
to the delightful caress.
Lisa matter of factly asked, “You jerk off a lot, don’t you Peter?
That’s how guys usually get these abrasions. Is that what did it?”
With the undeniable evidence bobbing in front of both of them, Peter
could hardly deny the accusation. “I … can’t help it … it’s sort of
a habit…” He felt like dying of shame, but Lisa accepted his admission
with only mild reproof.
“Yeah, I know how it is with some men. But you really ought to try to
control it. When you need to masturbate, you ought to let a girl do it
for you, so you won’t overdo it and hurt yourself. Lots of girls will do
it for you, if you just ask.”
She continued to rub the soothing cream over his shaft. It was
glistening both with the cream and the dew of its own arousal, dripping
copiously from the tip. “How is your penis feeling now? Not so itchy?”
“No, Lisa … but it’s starting to feel … like I might have to … you
know …”
“Like you might need to ejaculate?”
“… yes …”
“Most men feel that way when we apply penis cream. But try not to do it,
Peter. I don’t want you to go soft and floppy on me before I finish
rubbing the cream in good.”
Peter tried honestly to control himself, but the stimulation of the
penile massage overpowered his limited will power. “… oh, Lisa, it
feels so … I don’t think I can … it’s going to …” he stammered as
he felt the momentum of orgasm building in his loins. Suddenly he
gasped as Lisa encircled the neck of his scrotal sac with her fingers
and squeezed tightly, pinching shut the semen ducts and stopping short
his impending ejaculation. The young man bit his lip in pain and
disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Peter, but I can’t let you have a release. Try to hold it in
for me, now.” She held his sac tightly until he regained control,
lightly running her fingers along the length of his swollen shaft. “Poor
little dickie, so fat and red. It wants to squirt so badly, doesn’t it?”
Peter was unconsciously trying to pull his hands free to finish the job
she had interrupted. “Oh, yes, Lisa!”
“Now you see why I had to tie your hands? I don’t think you could keep
from masturbating yourself right now, could you?”
“…no … I couldn’t …”
The procedure was repeated several more times. Each time, in spite of
Peter’s best efforts, he lost control, only to be cut short by Lisa’s
firm and knowing grip on his tender male glands. At last she stopped the
application and looked at his rosy glowing member. “There now, that’s
enough, I think. How does your penis feel now?”
“Better … it doesn’t itch any more … but .”
“How about the other feeling. Still feel like you need to ejaculate?”
“Oh yes, Lisa, I feel so … I really need to …”
She smiled up at him, hefting his sac gently. “I know, Peter. I can feel
how full your sac is. You really built up a lot of pre-ejaculatory
tension, didn’t you. Do you want Lisa to let it out for you?”
“Oh please! Please!”, wiggling and dancing in excitement, his hands
still bound behind his back.
She smiled again, and then to his delight unbuttoned her blouse and
unhooked her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled out and spilled massively
down her chest. “There. Now you won’t make a mess on my blouse.” Taking
his shaft in her fingers she resumed slowly stroking.
He looked down at her pendulous naked breasts. “You mean … you want me
to … here on your …?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “You’ve got to shoot it somewhere, don’t you? Just
let it go all over my big bare breasts. I think you’ll like that,
squirting your sperm on my breasts.”
The sight of such an exciting target pushed Peter over the edge. His
legs trembled and hips thrust forward. Lisa, never missing a stroke,
drew him forward and pressed his throbbing penis deep into the cleavage
of her bare bosoms, just as he erupted in stream after stream of pearly
semen.
After he had finished, she discretely left him alone to clean up and
dress. In a few minutes Peter came out to the cash register to pay for
the cream, blushing intensely at the recent intimacy as Lisa took his
money.
“That was a good start, Peter. But to be sure, I think we better follow
up with daily treatments for the next couple of weeks. Drop by again
tomorrow, OK?”
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