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A clinic in the mountains

A clinic in the mountains

Prologue

I would first like to introduce myself. My name is Pierre, I just turned 18 years old, and I live in the suburbs of Paris in France. My father has a good profession and we live in a nice house. I am the only son.

About two months ago, my mother came into my room. She was holding a flyer on glossy paper. It read: "Give a good start in life to your child. Offer him three days of examinations in our clinic in the mountains." The pictures showed a modern building in the middle of a beautiful landscape. There was not much detail. I think my mother had removed the pages with the prices and the list of exams.

My mother said to me, "I booked a trip for you during the next school holidays. It will be good for you to spend three days in the mountains."

I was obviously worried. I had never traveled alone, and I did not really like medical examinations. Luckily, I had good health. I asked some friends what they thought. None had heard of this kind of clinic before. I also looked on the Internet. There were no details. It only indicated to contact the clinic for more information.

The start of the holiday arrived. On Sunday evening, my mother helped me pack my suitcase. I also took some clothes for sports. (The clinic had a swimming pool and a fitness room). On Monday morning, my mother took me to the local railway station. She had no time to take me to the main station. Fortunately, she had bought the tickets in advance. I did not usually take the train. I took the high speed train to a neighboring country. It had to change twice. I was a bit lost with all the information in a foreign language.

Finally, I arrived in the small mountain village in the late afternoon. A car was waiting for me outside the station. The driver recognized me immediately. He came to me, "Hello. Welcome. I think you are coming from Paris." He spoke French with a strong accent. He took my suitcase and led me to the clinic. The trip lasted only a few minutes.

The directress of the clinic was waiting for me. "Hello, sir. I hope you had a good trip. I will immediately take you to your room." The driver followed us with my suitcase. The clinic seemed empty.

The directress said to me, "We have just opened. We are not yet known. It is good, we will have more time for you."

The room was comfortable, but not really luxurious. I was in a clinic and not in a palace.

"I'll let you settle in. You'll find all the practical information on the desktop. You can also connect to the Internet if you have a computer."

I texted my mother to tell her that I had arrived and I unpacked my suitcase. A nurse brought me dinner. I was not hungry.

The directress came in my room in the evening. "I hope you are all settled in. Now I have to talk about something delicate with you. We need to do some tests, and it would be preferable for you not to masturbate tonight. Do you understand me?"

"Uh, yes, I think."

"Well, have a good night. A nurse will wake you up tomorrow morning."

Who told them that I masturbated? I've never told anyone. Was it my mother?

First day

I had trouble falling asleep. Early the next morning a nurse came into my room. "Hello, sir. Sorry to wake you, but you're not on vacation."

"Hello Madam."

"My name is Olga. Can I call you Pierre?"

"Of course."

"We will perform your first exam right here. You can stay on your bed."

She pulled down the duvet. I was a little embarrassed because she could see that I had an erection in my pajamas. But this erection quickly disappeared.

"Stay relaxed. I'll do tests that are not painful. I will first collect urine."

She lowered my pajamas, I did not put underwear. "I will first clean your penis." She took a wet wipe, slid my foreskin and cleaned the glans. She gave me a glass in which I urinated.

"The first exam is completed. I will go to the lab and I'll be back in five minutes."

I pulled my pajamas. I was still a little worried. Olga returned. "We'll do the second exam. It is a semen analysis. Do you know what it is?"

"Uh, no."

"A semen analysis evaluates certain characteristics of a male's semen and the sperm contained therein."

"But you need my sperm?"

"Yes, but do not worry. I'll help you. First, remove the top of your pajamas."

She began to gently massage my chest. My penis became quickly erect. Then she removed the bottom of the pajamas. I was naked in front of her.

"Pierre, did you ever have a girlfriend?"

"No, not yet."

She took a wipe and cleaned the glans again. I already had liquid at the end. Olga quickly received the desired sample.

The stay at the clinic started well.

The Second Day

I enjoyed a break at the swimming pool. I was back in my room with my bathrobe.

Olga came in. "How are you today? Did you relax at the pool?"

"I’m fine. I am enjoying the experience."

"The directress asked me to talk to you about the next exam. It is a urological examination. You certainly do not have problems at your age, but we must make this examination."

"What does the procedure involve?"

"I think we should try before going to the doctor. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course."

"Did you go to the toilet this morning?"

"Yes."

"Too bad. I guess I cannot give you an enema. Perhaps we have time tomorrow."

Olga untied the knot of my bathrobe. She opened it and removed my swimsuit. "Please stay on all fours on your bed."

I followed all orders of Olga now without thinking. She folded the bottom of my bathrobe on my back and put on a latex glove. "Try to find the best position. You must be comfortable." Olga began to lubricate and caress my anus, very slowly. "We have all the time. Tell me if it is unpleasant, and I'll stop." She began to introduce his finger deeper and deeper. It was a totally new sensation. I had never experienced anything like this.

"I am now at the bottom. Imagine a clock where my finger is. Is it at nine o'clock, three o’clock?

I was unable to answer.

"I am now left at nine. I'm going to six hours. The prostate is located here." She began to massage my prostate. She left her finger in there for a long time. With the other hand, she caressed my balls slightly. Needless to say, I was more and more excited and I quickly provided a second semen sample (which was not analyzed).

The Third Day

Olga came to find me after the dinner. She put the sign "Do not disturb" at the door. I said, "Are you still there?"

"I'm doing overtime. How are you? Your tests are finished soon."

"I am well. The experience was better than I thought."

"You were very wise. You have followed all my instructions. I have a gift for you as reward."

"What is it?"

"You told me that you are still a virgin."

"That's right."

"I know now all the parts of your body. Would you like to know mine?"

Before I could answer, Olga began to undress. I was frozen and I did not know what to do. I quickly came to my senses and I will let you guess the rest. I will not tell you everything. That evening, Olga did a lot of overtime.

Epilogue

The next morning I was still euphoric and I packed my suitcase, regretting to not stay longer. The directress asked me to go to her office before leaving.

"Oh, hello, sir. Please be seated." I knew immediately that something was wrong. "Sir, we have a small problem. The results of an examination are not very good. Unfortunately, you have a small sarcoma."

"What is it?"

"It is a malignant tumor."

The directress tried to reassure me. "I already told your parents. They made an appointment with the best specialist in your city. The chances of recovery are very good."

I collapsed. Was my life, which had just begun, already finished soon?

"The driver will now take you to the station. Thank you for choosing our clinic."

She did not dare to add that she hoped to see me soon. I followed the driver. He led me directly to the high speed train station. The trip lasted only a few hours, but it appeared endless. It was raining and the windows of the train were covered with mist. My parents were waiting at the station platform in Paris.

I immediately asked my mother, "Mom, did you know that I was sick when you reserved the clinic?"

"No, of course, not, Pierre. How could I know?"

The story of Pierre ends here. A year later, Pierre rested in the cemetery of Père-Lachaise. Olga came to his funeral.

Sorry, no happy ending. I really hesitated to publish this end. If we talk about sex without taboo on this forum, can we also talk about death? Excuse me if I offended anyone. You can imagine another ending, if you like.

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