This story I wrote a while back, experimenting with homo-erotic ideas. Alas I never found a forum / repository to put it online.

Tags: Medical, Sextoys, Homoerotic, Orgasm

It was my freshmen year in the college. A lot of stuff has happened - moving from home, new city, new place, settling in. All the buerocratic fuzz with the college itself.

Last item on my to do list I got, was a medical checkup. I saved this for last, not because I disliked going to the doctor (I wasn't that fond of, though). It just slipped through got rescheduled till I couldn't push it any further.

So I took the adress I got. It was a short trip by subway to the clinic. As a new patient I had to fill out a few forms on a tablet they gave me. And after a few minutes in the waiting area, a nice female assistant called for me.

I entered the exam room.

There is this typical smell, that screams doctors office. Something not really sweet, a bit alcohol, sanitizer and rubber.

The doctor turned out to be a guy in his late fifties I assume. Glasses, grey hair, white coat. An aura of confidence and gravity.

He welcomed me with a handshake and he told me to take a seat.

We talked about a few random things. I think he tried to ease my discomfort. There were nothing to fear, because I seemed like a healthy young man. So this would be over quickly and I'd be on my merry way.

"As you are a new patient, we have to take your measurments for our references. Please take off your shoes and clothes. Place them on the chair."

Maybe I blushed. But I did as told. So I stand there, a skinny, dark haired boy. Not very sporty or musculous.

As I was about to remove my underpants, the doctor shook his head.

"This isn't necessary"

He then told me to use the scales, later the measurment pole. I felt unease and exposed, while the doctor noted the stats in a form on his desk.

"Please sit on the table."

In the following quarter of an hour, anything was tested, poked and examined. I had to cough (the sthetoscope was slightly warmed up), to breath deeply, I had to bend my head, lift my arms and legs. My blood pressure was taken, then I had to lie down.

"I have to take a blood example. Won't hurt much, so don't worry.", the doctor told me. A little sting later two tubes were filled with my blood.

"Wait here, till I come back. I have to do some last tests." with this words, he went out of the room, letting me behind, barely clothed lying on the table.

Having nothing better to do, I let my eyes wander.

The room itself had this greyish green tinted linoleom covered floor you associate with clinic, walls painted in this typical off white. The windows were covered with this white stripe curtains. In the middle sat an exam table, covered in green fake leather. Nearby was an empty pedestal The wall was covered in medical depictions of organs and body parts. A shelf to the far side of the room held a few medical models, file folders and boxes with rubber gloves and stuff.

Of course the scales and measurment post.

As if the architect had decided to inform everyone, who didn't know by now, that this was, in fact an exam room. I tried to see a sign, stating this.

Minutes passed and I started to wonder, if the doc just had forgotten about me...

Then the door opened. But it wasn't the doctor who entered the room. It was a male assistant. Young, maybe in his mid twenties. Trained body, black short hair, wearing white pants and jacket. The label on his jacket told me, that his name was Bruce.

He carried a tablet computer and a black bag.

The assistant greeted me by name, looking on his tabled, while he placed his bag on the pedestal.

"We have the first results of your blood test here," he told me and I saw a serious look on his face. Uh-oh.

"While there is nothing to worry about, I have to re-check for something. I need another sample."

I exhaled. Well. Nothing to bad. I raised my arm in his direction.

"No. You missunderstand. I don't need a blood example. The condition we test for, has to do with your reproduction organs. I need a sperm sample."

My arm shot back and my face was on fire.

"Wha.. Why do you need..."

"Please calm down. It's a perfectly normal procedure. There is a disease lingering and we have to make sure, you aren't infected."

I stared at the guy in shock.

"What disease? Something dangerous?" I demanded to know.

"Not if treated properly. But it is better if we know early to minimize the risk of complications, you know."

It made sense. At least it sounded serious and professional enough to me to accept it.

"Ok.. So you need me to jerk off in a sample jar?"

"About so, yes. But not exactly."

He opened his bag, took a pair of white rubber gloves and put them on. Then he produced a cylindric object. I haven't seen such a thing in reality yet, but being educated by internet, I knew what it was, even before the guy produced the rubber tube and the handpump attached to the glass cylinder.

My body was hot an cold at the same time.

"It is not just producing a sperm sample. It is all about the right procedure. Your hands may be contaminated and therefore spoil the sample. Every little detail has to be perfect."

I quivered at the look. "Ok..." I sqeaked in fear and embarressment.

"There is no need to panic. It is a risk-free standardized procedure."

I tried to accept the thought, that I was going to be masturbated by a stranger. It was necessary. It may benefit my health. He would put up this pump on my cock and...

The more I played with the idea, the less frightening it seemed. In fact...

"At first, we have to reach an errection.", Bruce told in a technical tone. "Please remove your underpants."

Getting sweaty I pulled my pants down. My cock was already a bit swollen. To be honest, there was something like anticipation.

"Very well.", Bruce took a small bottle out of his bag and dropped liquid on his hand. Without hesitation he grabbed my penis and spread the stuff. I laid back, closed my eyes. I tried to focus, but it felt good. Suddenly there was something cold. I gazed on the cock pump sitting on my penis. Black rubber lining on the bottom opening pressed against my shaft, the tip of my half errect member poking inside. With experienced hands Bruce longed for the scissor-pump and squeezed the air out.

A muffled sound, a little squeaking noise, muffled sound, squeaking.

With each stroke I felt my cock swelling inside the transparent tubing, growing larger and sliding against the cold glass. It tingled and the quite strong suction was if not painful at least inconvinient. I grabbed for the metal rack under the padding. A few seconds later Bruce released the valve. Air flushed with a hiss in the penis tube. Then he repeated the procedure. muffled sound, sqeak, .... My penis grew even larger, my glans poking through the foreskin. I inhaled sharp through my teeth and let my head fall back on the cushion. With closed eyes I let the third and fourth round happen. As I opened my eyes again, my cock stood proud inside the pump, the tip at the 5.2 inch mark.

Bruce then removed the tool, the tight lining releasing my member with a audible plop.

"To maintain this errection for the duration, we need to attach this.", with this words, Bruce produced a strange contraption. Three intertwined rings made of a black, soft material. I soon learned, that the biggest ring snugged around my cocks root behind my ball sack, the second one went around the upper part of my testicles, while the third one was snapped around the shaft before the testicles.

The assistant then took a small mirror and got me a look on my newly treated member. "Maybe you learn something for later.", he commented. Watching my ringed cock was ... now, interesting. Hard and upright, balls slightly squeezed the shaft swollen with a proud exposed tip.

A sceptical part of me asked if this were necessary.

"Absolutely. Samples have to be taken in a comparable way. Otherwise we wont have comparable data.", the confidence in his voice - and the fact, that I now really wanted this to happen, convinced me.

"Ok... What's next?" I asked. A tad more curious then I wanted to sound.

"I will use a special massaging device on your penis." The sound of this words aroused me. I shivered and goose bumps turned up on my legs.

"But", he continued with a stern tone "You mustn't ejaculate at this point."

Baffled I stared towards the man in the white clothes.

"Again - procedure. We have to reach a maximum of excitement. So if you about to have an orgasm - tell me. To make it clear: You mustn't cum until I say so. Did you understood?"

"Err. Yes."

"Alright.", with this he took a silver plastic thing - maybe four inches wide and seven in height. Round. "I assume, you know what a artificial vagina is?"

He popped the lid of the bottom part of the tube. Fleshy rubber material shaped like.. a butt? I looked puzzeled.

"Oh. Don't mind this. We've tested a few models and settled for this one." At this point I didn't mind. But he put it on the pedestal, instead of using it.

To my surprise he produced a second one. This was a deep pink object. Tubular with a thick bottom. A rubberhose and a scissor handled piston was attached like on the penis pump earlier.

"This is the instrument you are actually goint to ejaculate. While the first one is equipped with a very comfortable array of massaging ripples and nubs, this one adds a suction function and contains a strong vibrator."

Shit. I was beyond excited. The words, the clinical, cool description... made me just horny. I wanted to scream, that he should start already.

"Lay back, relax and don't forget to tell me, if you are about to ejaculate."

I did as told. I didn't close my eyes. I didn't want to miss any of this.

First, he lubed my cock up again, and squeezed plenty of lube inside the artificial vagina. Hoovering over my glans, a drop of cool liquid drippled on my cock, letting me twitch. First the tight entrance, the fake buttocks pressed against my penistip. Then, with a tickling sensation the glans slipped inside the toy.

"The liquid I used is mixed with a chemical dampening the sensation. It' is not enough to stop you from orgasming. But it will take longer then the few seconds you likely would last in your state.", he informed in this dry tone.

Then my shaft slid inside the rubber. Oh yeah! Ripples and nubs there were. Plenty of them. Every single one licked, tickled and caressed my most sensitive piece. Automaticly I pressed my hip against the vagina, to push my cock even deeper inside the tight massaging tunnel.

"Easy. We've only begun.", Bruce told, a little less clinical. He started to stroke the AV up and down reverse fucked my cock. I couldn't do much more then hiss through my theeth, trying to breathe, whenever the sensation let me. Oh god! This was good.

No. I didn't mind anything. Not the fact, that I lied there, naked before a strange man, nor the fact, that he worked my cock with a rubber vagina. Nor that he was goint to bring me to an orgasm.

To put it straight - I longed for this. Horny as hell I just let it flow. Lust, sensations, the tickles and the shivers.

Chemical dampening stuff or not - a few minutes of stroking slowly getting faster I ...

"I am about to cum...", I clenched through my teeth.

"Hold it.", the stern command came. Then he popped off the magical toy. I watched him note something on his tablet. "First break at 2.17.", he retorted. Bruce then reapplied the jelly stuff.

"This time it should take a bit longer.", he exclaimed and placed the now warmed up toy on my cock. Grabbing the tray in anticipation I closed my eyes and waited for the sensation to come. I wouldn't call it 'gentle'. He worked me quite fast and my breath was not more then a staccato of short groans with every stroke. Bruce was wrong.

Merely three minutes later I called him to stop.

"Second break 5.41. I think you should be ready." He placed the vagina back in his bag and lubed up the pink wondermachine. Then he sprayed some stuff on my hard penis, twitching in the cold air.

He then rolled a black condom down my shaft. Goosbumps now covered the majority of my body. Even my nipples stood hard. With a casual move of his arm, he slid his hand over my left nipple, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Oh. You feel quite well.", Bruce then twitched my nipple with his gloved and slippery hand leaving a cooling stain, which increased the feeling. Then he got to the other one, doing the same.

Before I could protest or even ask, the pink rubbertoy was above my cock. It slid down and forced my penis inside as Bruce pumped the air from the cylinder. firm rubber spikes pressed against my tormented member. Then suddenly something inside the toy started to live. An audible hum, then a strong, forcing vibration.

I clenched my teeth, groaned from the unsuspected and strong sensation. I felt myself sliding towards the peak. My cock throbbing inside this very personal torture chamber.

"Oh god!", I yelled, while shivers over shivers run over me. I jerked on the table. Bruce released the vacuum and stroked me with this vibrating beast. Beads or something inside rolled over shaft and glans. Another wave washed over me as he again sucked my cock inside.

"Ok boy - you may cum now", I heared faintly.

And then suddenly my muscles cramped I jerked one last time and I felt the freeing orgasm rock through my body. I felt hot cum shooting in the condom. Once, Twice, three... I don't know how often I twitched and cummed inside the vibrating vagina.

I layed there. weak, shuddering, as Bruce took of the instrument, putting it away. Meticolous he pulled down the condom. I watched him filling my 'sample' in a plastic sample tube. Labeling it and putting it inside his bag.

"Thanks for your cooperation.", he told me. "We will inform you of the results in the next days. You may put on your underpants again. The doctor will be back soon."

With this words he went out.

It took minutes to calm down. My mind was drowsy and circled around the experience I made today.

As the doc came back, he didn't mention anything. Just as if nothing happened, he told me to stand up, checked my pulse one last time - which had recovered by then - and told me to dress again.

Then he just told me to check in with the receptionist for the adress to send the test results and said goodbye.

"Uhm.. Doc", I turned around at the door. "Did you talk with Bruce?", I asked.

"Bruce? What Bruce? Friend of yours? Patient of mine?", he retortet puzzled.

"Err. sorry. My bad. Nevermind."