MEDICAL RESEARCH Jack Sprat When school let out for summer vacation, I'd just planned to loaf around and do nothing. My Name is Billy. I'm sixteen years old. One day, while hanging out in the mall, I ran across am old friend, Josh. Josh had been my neighbor. He's twenty-two, six years older than me. We had always been close. Josh was in medical school. His dad is a doctor, and Josh wants to follow his dad's footsteps. We hadn't seen each other in awhile and we had a lot to talk about. We found a malt shop, each got a good size shake and shared a large plate of fries. Josh told me while he was home he wanted to do some medical research. It had to do with studies of male anatomy, and reflexes. I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about because he got real technical using big medical words. He asked me if I would help him, that I might be able to make a real big contribution. I asked if anything he did would hurt. Josh laughed and said no. In fact, he said, I might enjoy it. He added that there would be quite a few sessions and that we would use his fathers doctors office at night when no one was there. I pedaled my bike over to the doctors office the following night. Josh met me in the reception wearing a professional white coat. He led me through the receptionists office to one of the examining rooms. He had a clipboard and asked about any diseases I'd had and a bunch of other questions. Then he said, "I want you to strip naked so I can weigh you." I stripped down to my briefs. "No, completely naked. My report has to be absolutely accurate." I hesitantly dropped by briefs and stepped out of them. Josh led me to the scale and slid the weights along their runners until the little arrow floated at the end. He noted my weight on his clipboard, also my height. "Now lie down on the examining table." I did so, being very self conscious of my nudity. Josh, seeing my embarrassment, took a towel and laid it over my crotch. I felt better. He took a measuring tape and made measurements over my whole body. Arms, legs, head, stomach, etc. He removed the towel and touched my dick. "Hey!" "Relax, he said. "I have to measure your dick and balls." He took a ruler and held it to my limp dick. It seemed like he manipulated my balls for a good long time, lining up the ruler here and there and then making notes. He set the ruler down and kept fondling. "What are you doing now?" "I'm examining you for testicular cancer," he said. Josh wet his forefinger and while playing with my balls and ran it over the tip of my dick. "I'm getting a hard-on!" "I know," said Josh. I've got to measure your hard on too. Remember, this is for research." My dick kept swelling and growing. Josh put his hand around it and stroked, as well gently rubbing its tip. It was soon was hard as a board. its throbbing tip turning purple. "I want it as hard as possible, I must be accurate. Ah! Six inches, just about right for a boy of your size. How long has it been since you last jacked off? Come on, tell me!" "Last night, just before I went to sleep about eleven thirty." "Twenty hours? Good!, You must be fully charged. I'm going to take a sperm sample." Josh applied some kind of white lubricating cream to my dick then started slowly pumping again. I didn't know what to do. It felt real good, but I wasn't sure I should be letting Josh do this. I'd never been touched by anyone. Since it was for Josh's medical research, I guessed it was O.K. In fact, it was feeling better and better. I felt my cum moving up and started to squirm. "I'm gonna come!" Josh grabbed a large beaker and aimed my dick. My body shuddered real hard, my cum flying into the beaker. As I rested, Josh transferred it to a graduate, held it to the light, and made a note of its quantity. "Have you ever seen sperm under the microscope before?" "No," I replied. Josh took a swab and smeared some of my cum on a microscope slide. He slipped it under the microscope and adjusted its knobs. "Here! Have a look." I couldn't believe what I saw. It looked like thousands of little pollywogs swimming crazily around. Boy! Josh's research was teaching me a lot too. "That's it for tonight," Josh said. Get your clothes on and we'll continue tomorrow night. Don't jack off. I'll need to take more sperm samples under different conditions. ....and hey! Thanks a lot! You're really a great help!" "Sure thing," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow night." ** Josh was waiting when I arrived the next night. "Undress he said." I took everything off and climbed on the examining table. He put his hand on my bare chest and slowly ran it over my quivering stomach until it reached my crotch. I got hard again real fast. "Did you jack off or save it?" Josh asked. "I saved it." "Good," said Josh. "Then I can take another sample. This time, you'll probably come faster. I'm going to do it in another manner. I want you to describe your sensations when I finish. Tell me when you're coming so I can catch it. Now draw up your legs and spread them. It felt good as I was pumped and my balls were rolled around, then the feeling became extra intense. Josh was sucking on my cock. What a sensation! I grabbed his head and move it around for more...and more. "I'M COMING!" Josh grabbed my cock and jacked until I spurted into the held container. He held it up, looking pleased at the amount he had collected. I got up and sat on the edge of the table as he asked me questions. Q: What did it feel like when I first put my hand on your crotch? A: It tickled and I wanted to push it away. Q: Then what happened? A: It started feeling different as you rubbed. Q: How did it feel different? A: It started feeling good. Q: Can you describe the "good" feeling? A: I started to get real warm in my crotch and there was a, kind of a tingling sensation. Q: Did the sensation get stronger as I stroked and fondled you? A: Yes! Q: Did you want me to stop? A: No! Q: What happened when I put your penis in my mouth? A: The sensation felt terrific. I wanted more, but it was just about all I could handle without freaking out. Q: Then what happened? A: I started to cum. Q: Tell me about it. A: There was a weird, pleasant feeling below my ball area. My cum started working up, moving slowly, then gaining speed. I couldn't help myself or stop its movement. It blew into the beaker you were holding. Wow! What a feeling. Q: How do you feel now? A: very relaxed. Josh reviewed his clipboard notes, dotted a couple of "I's" and said, "Well, that's it for tonight. You are really a great help. And don't jack off. I'll need all of your cum for more research." I left, looking forward to tomorrow nights session. ** The next session, we moved to another room, through a door that read Proctology. I didn't know what the word meant. This room contained a funny half table with a place to kneel at the end. I was a bit bewildered. Josh had me strip, then told me to kneel with my knees on the rest. He stood behind me, put his foot on a floor pedal, and the table rose higher, tipping me forward and down. My bare butt was raised high in the air to the level of Josh's hands. "Jesus, Josh. What are you going to do?" I've got to go a hemorrhoid examination, check your prostate and take measurements of anus size and muscular relaxation." Josh rubbed his hand over my whole butt then up and down my crack. Swishing his finger around in a large jar of Vaseline, he spread my cheeks, rubbing the grease against my asshole. "But, Josh, I really don't want to do this." "Remember," said Josh. "This is for research." Josh's well greased forefinger pushed against my tight asshole and slowly started to work in. It didn't feel good at all. He slowly withdrew it. "You body is full of shit. You've got to be cleaned out. I can't continue until I give you an enema." AN ENEMA? "No! Please, Josh. I can't let you do that." Josh had deaf ears. He stepped to the nearby sink, opened the cupboard below and withdrew an enema can with a long red tube. He filled the can with hot water from the sink and threw in a handful of powdered soap. He did it so fast that I didn't have time to give more protest. I wanted to get up, but was restrained in my position. I felt so embarrassed. My butt in the air, a hose up my ass with Josh standing behind me watching the water flow in. "Stop! I can't hold any more!" The long greased hose slowly slid out. With his hands, Josh clamped my cheeks together real tight and said, "I am going to help you hold it for several minutes." I got real uncomfortable and was afraid I might lose control and blow shit all over Josh and across the room. "Please! Please! I can't hold it any longer." Josh tilted the table so I could get off and I dashed to the bathroom, just in time. I sat and let loose a long stream of hot water that seemed to never end. There was another and another, until my gut was completely empty. I was angry about this. Taking an enema had been very embarrassing. I wiped myself clean, flushed the toilet, returned, and knelt back on the table. The table tilted and rose again. I realized Josh was right. He really couldn't continue his research if I was full of shit. Josh slid a greased finger up my ass. This time it felt kind of good. My asshole must have relaxed from the hot water. "I want your anus to fully relax," said Josh. Now flex tight against my finger and hold it as long as you can." Josh had me repeat this many times. Finally, I just couldn't tighten up any more. My asshole had become completely limp. Two of Josh's fingers entered me and moved about. It was kind of a funny. pleasurable feeling and I got a hard on. Josh said he was going to examine my prostate, whatever that was. I soon found out. I practically came off the table when he applied pressure to that spot inside my butt. Keeping his fingers in my ass, Josh secured another microscope slide. "Hold this. Pull your penis and collect the drops of fluid that come out on the slide." Josh started to massage that place inside my butt again. I slowly milked my peter thinking I was going to cum any second, but instead, drops of clear fluid dribbled out on to the slide which Josh examined under the microscope. "No sign of any prostate infection", he said, jotting things on the clipboard...."And that's all for tonight." * I started looking forward to these sessions helping Josh's research. Mostly what he did felt good. Since his Dad didn't keep Sunday hours, I arrived early and was ushered into the examining room. "Today we will make semen volume comparisons." Josh said. I'm going to get on the table and let you draw my cum." With this he removed his white coat and stood naked. I was transfixed with Josh's naked body. It was smooth. He had beautiful well shaped slim muscular legs. Josh crawled on the exam table. His hard cut prick was beautiful. A nice set of balls dangled below. I'd seen kids in the locker room but I'd never given much thought to their nakedness. I was staring at Josh with infatuation. I'd never felt this way before. I was becoming erect. "You'll be more comfortable if you are naked too", Josh said. I quickly removed my clothes. "Get some cream out of the jar and put it on my dick." "It was the same slippery stuff that Josh used on me. I applied it over his dick and balls, fascinated by the feel of his warm cock. I ran my fingers over its tip and atop his pee hole, mesmerized by its looks and feel. I even lightly squeezed its tip trying to roll it between my two fingers. I jacked while my other hand played with his balls. "You're doing real good," Josh moaned. "Go faster. It won't be long before I come." I don't know what urged me, but I slipped my hand below his balls and pushed my finger up his asshole. It was loose. I found that a second finger easily fit. Josh thrashed about, moaning and wiggling his butt. "I'm coming! Get the beaker!" I grabbed it just in time to watch and catch the stream of cum as it pumped out of his dick. It was fascinating and exciting. Josh lay back and rested. * Now it was my turn. Josh's hand felt real good on me. "It's early", he said. "Today we will check ejaculation frequency. A boy your age should be able to come every hour or so. Have you ever fucked?" "No." I replied. "We'll go to the other room then, you can have your next ejaculation there." In the proctology room, Josh showed me how to work the floor pedals. He knelt on the table. I used the pedals, raising his bare body, slanting his butt to where it was level with my crotch. I ran my hands over his cheeks and up and down his crack, then moved two lubed fingers inside him as his butt wiggled. "Now Fuck Me". This was going to be my first fuck. I'd always had fantasys of it being with a girl. I applied lube to my dick, still excited, even though I was going to push it up a males ass. I shoved it in and moved back and forth.. Natures feelings took over. I pounded harder and harder, uncontrollably fucking like a dog on a bitch unable to stop. My breathing became faster. My cum was moving. I rammed again and again until my whole body exploded. I rested for about an hour, then Josh said he wanted to check me for anus expansion and he thought I was ready for penile intercourse. "You mean its my turn to get my butt fucked?" I got on the procto table and Josh slowly pushed his well greased dick into my hole. It hurt. He momentarily stopped so I could adjust. My hole had never stretched so wide. I felt like I was going to cum or pee, or both. Once in, his pace increased. I was being banged harder and faster, Josh's balls slapping my butt with each full ram. Josh had lost control just like I had. I grabbed the sides of the table wondering if I was going to freak out. Josh pulled my butt against him and held me tight as his pulsating prick pumped his cum deep inside. "Just lay and rest. I'll be back in a second," Josh said. Josh returned with soap, water and a wash cloth. My butt was washed until it was ultra clean. Finishing, Josh leisurely licked my crack and asshole. Later, for his records, I would describe how it felt. "I want to take a urine sample now, Josh said. "But I don't need to pee." Josh opened a drawer and pulled out a long very slim rubber tube. It didn't dawn on me what it was for until I saw him greasing it up. "No! Not up my piss hole! Oh, please no! Josh." Josh turned a deaf ear. He held my limp prick, fished around with the tube tip until he found my soft pee hole. The tube moved slowly in. Gawd, It smarted. My verbal protests got me nowhere. The smarting tube just kept pushing until my urine started to flow out the other end. Josh clamped the tube off. He had me stand. We both watched as my urine drained into a collecting beaker on the floor. After the last drop, the tube was slowly removed. It smarted more while it was pulled out. "Please, Josh!. Don't ever do that again." There were a few more sessions repeating a lot that we had previously done, then the research ended. Josh returned to medical school. He never returned to practice in our town. I never heard from him again. I hoped I'd really helped with his scientific investigation. I could be of assistance to someone again, if I was ever asked. ....The end.