Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 17:58:23 +0100 (CET)
From: Justin Scholar <saad17@mailfence.com>
Subject: The Thorough Examination of Peter

The following story is a work of pure fiction. Any and all characters
depicted within are entirely products of the author's imagination and any
connection to real life persons is entirely coincidental. It is a work of
erotic fiction, including homosexual and sodomy content. If it is illegal
in your locality to view such material, the author advises not to read this
content. If you are offended by questionable consent or homosexual acts
between adults, do not read this content.

The author does not condone such acts. Again, this is a work of fantasy for
entertainment.


The Thorough Examination of Peter

Young Peter Hegde was bored. While most of his friends were sleeping in or
out hiking or biking on this summer Wednesday morning, he was sitting in an
empty waiting room at a medical clinic. How in the world could there be a
wait if he was pretty clearly the only person there? Petey was an active
guy, and it was a 50/50 toss up whether he would have been still sleeping
at this hour or out with his friends rock climbing or hiking or biking a
trail at one of the parks around the city. This summer, especially, was a
summer they were all out having fun. It was the summer after high school
graduation, and while 18 year olds such as himself couldn't hit up most of
the clubs (being 21 and over as a rule), they could strike up day time
music festivals, the parks, and play pickup soccer games.

After working hard all through high school to get into college (with a
little boost from legacy status), Petey was eager to blow off steam. That
also included being a little bit of a youthful seducer, taking girls out
from not only his graduating class but also the year below (and one gal who
was a sophomore!). He had done most of the usual sorts of dates: Olive
Garden, movies, walks in the park, some outdoor concerts and movies
sponsored by the city council. The vast majority of the dates had ended up
being fairly chaste—some making out and some grabbing of booties, one
over the shirt chest grab—but Petey certainly bragged to his friends
about doing much more. In reality, the most he could say that had happened
was that one sophomore reaching up the leg of his shorts and tickling the
tip of his cock through his underwear. Given her boldness, Petey was eager
to arrange another date with her, and it probably wouldn't be too
difficult.

His father was a fairly handsome guy, and his mother had been a pretty good
soccer player back in high school and college. His friends regularly teased
him about his hot mom, and his gal pals also threw in remarks about his
father giving them mustache rides. Petey did his best to brush those
comments off—no Freud or Oedipus for him. His father had given him a
pleasant walnut complexion in his skin, a very thick head of dark hair, and
a decent bit of height at just under 6 feet. His mother had given him a
pair of strikingly green eyes, full lips, and—Petey didn't know it—a
mole on his left buttcheek just as she had.

They were good parents, and despite stereotypes, not overly aggressive with
school and grades. Sure, they expected hard work and success, but they
didn't shame Petey for any time he came up short. They wanted him to feel
ok with mistakes, as long as he used them as growth and learning
opportunities. Their own successes had taught them the value of
that. Petey's parents had met in college, and his mother had a fairly
successful consulting business while his father had grown a chain of car
dealerships. They had married not long after his father had opened his
second location, and even though they had important careers, they always
made sure that at least one parent was at each of his soccer games and swim
meets.

He planned on continuing swim with his undergrad, and that family material
success was the reason why Petey found himself bored out of his mind in the
waiting room. He needed to have a physical done for a life insurance policy
his parents were having put in place for him, something in case an accident
happened in the pool or just one of those freak things that occur to young,
risk-embracing adults. Maybe they had had nightmares about him rock
climbing or mountain biking? Petey had brushed it off for the first half of
summer, but his father had chewed him out last week about taking care of
things in a timely manner. Thus, here he was.

It had been a somewhat chill morning, so as any teenager would do, he wore
a hoodie...while simultaneously wearing shorts. His mother had clucked her
tongue at him as he left with a coffee in hand, and she had insisted he
step back into the kitchen so she could bend his head down and kiss his
forehead. As he drove to the clinic, he figured (and quite maturely, he
thought) it was a good thing he had a younger sister to keep his parents
busy while he was off at college.

In the reception area, the lone nurse at the clinic looked over the day's
schedule. The morning was going to be dull. Tyler had already examined his
first appointment, a gal getting a physical for her commercial driver's
license.  He had put all of his sass on for that appointment, as her
company required yearly physicals for insurance purposes, and Ty had had
her for the past four years. She was a friendly and flirtatious sort of
woman, curvaceous and forward—but married--and to a woman. Ty didn't
care for married lesbians hitting on him, but it was flattering. The years
weren't falling away, and while Tyler made a point of hitting the gym five
times a week, there was no denying that his 30s were rapidly coming to an
end. Unlike some of the new hires in their 20s whose tits needed no bra to
stay bouncing and perky and whose asses bounced right along, too, Tyler
knew he needed to keep to his fitness routine so that he didn't fall to
pieces. He had seen his fellow former Navy corpsmen become bald and fat
from civilian life in offices and the suburbs. Thankfully, wrinkles were
few and far between. He laughed silently to himself when his eye caught his
reflection of his pleasantly carved 6' 2" form: black don't
crack. Exfoliating and hydrating, that was the secret.

So, let's see who is the next appointment this morning until the afternoon,
he thought to himself pulling up the next chart. Oh, a young guy...18, a
little older than his niece. Life insurance physical. `Peter', eh? He
subtly paced by the reception window while pretending to look over the
chart to get a view of the young guy.

At that moment, Petey was yawning and stretching, most of his muscles
stretching tightly, his shirt and hoodie riding up his tummy to expose the
gentle curves of his abs and linguinal cut, the short hemline of his gym
shorts riding up to show the tight muscles of his thighs. Tyler found
himself wondering about the bulge he saw in his lap and then blushed as he
realized where his thoughts were turning. Was it boredom? Or was it that it
had been over a year since he had had an honest to god man between his legs
and not some fleshlight gadget?

He tapped the eraser of his pencil against his mocha lips as a wicked
thought came to mind, and his racing thoughts turned to the schedule: no
one else was due to come in until after lunch. There was a lot of free and
empty time this morning that he could expect to be uninterrupted. And that
young guy was such a sculpted slab of youth in his clinic...and the guy was
probably naive...

Tyler shook his head and decided that while he would enjoy himself, he
wouldn't be wicked. No, leave that to fantasies.


"Peter?" someone called in a bass voice from the inner door. Petey looked
up from his hands folded in his lap. A black nurse somewhere near his
mother's age was asking at the open door. He wore maroon scrubs, and
Petey's eyes innocently evaluated him, traveling up his body from the quads
stretching the pants to...whoa! Petey tried not to bug his eyes out at the
package that guy was clearly lugging at his groin. The youth forced his
eyes to depart the bulge clearly not the result of a wallet or phone and
travel up to the nurse's face.

The nurse clearly worked out—a lot. His chest was stretching the scrub
shirt, as well, and Petey could see the curls of some chest hair at the
v-neck. Did Petey see the telltale signs of nipples at the nurse's chest?
Was this fit guy not wearing an undershirt?

Petey acknowledged some tiny bit of his libido had a bisexual sort of
bent—I mean, who didn't find Timothee attractive?--but he had not
considered dating any of his friends or really any of the guys at
school. This man, though, Petey would definitely agree was handsome. There
was something vaguely Asian to the shape of his eyes, and the jawline could
easily be something on a marble statue. And those eyes! Green. Vibrant
green. "Peter?" the nurse asked again, with that voice that went straight
Petey's chest.

"Sorry," Petey croaked. "Just about everyone calls me `Petey.' Guess the
caffeine hasn't soaked into my brain." The nurse chuckled.

"That's ok, Petey," the nurse acknowledged. "I feel the same today. Follow
me, please." Petey lit up to hear the nurse say his name like that. A
little blush rose up to his cheeks as he stood and put his hands in his
pockets to adjust where his penis and balls lay because of the sudden and
unexpected increase in blood flow.

Ty noticed the young fellow's eyes roam his body, and he smiled a polite
little smile like he always did. Unlike his usual sort of routine, though,
he had decided to swap his boxer briefs for something a little more
perk-inducing before he came into the waiting room to retrieve Peter. He
was happy to see his body still could elicit the male response. "This way,"
he guided. "Room 3." And he pointed to the third door on the left of the
little hallway.

Petey followed the suave nurse into the exam rooms, and as he walked ahead
of him for a few moments, he followed the sway of his pert
buttocks. Definitely more muscular than any of the girls he had dated this
summer, but this butt wasn't monstrous. It was plentiful, he decided. He
had a scarce notion of anal sex, but now his thoughts were on seeing that
ass bounce on his lap. Petey shook his head. What was his libido doing? He
never consciously fantasized about dudes. If he didn't distract himself, he
was going to have a raging hard-on, which would be pretty hard to hide in
this shorts, even with the supporting liner within.

The exam room was a typical medical room. Little table/chair for the
patient/client to sit in, an office chair for the doctor or nurse, a little
cabinet with sink and supplies—all things Petey had seen before. Tyler
gestured to the exam chair. "Go ahead and take a seat. If you don't mind,
remove your hoodie. You can toss it in that chair, or I can hang it up."

Petey nodded and set his phone, wallet, and keys down on the counter before
crossing his arms to pull the hoodie up over his head. Embarrassingly, he
had pulled on the hood's drawstrings a bit while killing time in the
waiting room, and now he found himself caught in the process, hoodie drawn
up over his head and covering his vision. The nurse giggled at him and told
him to hold on while he helped.

Ty watched him draw up the hoodie with both hands, and once the nurse was
confident the youth's vision was obscured, he drank in the taut torso
before him. He had seen `swimming' and `soccer' written on his form for
physical activities and fitness level. He had examined soccer players
before but not a swimmer. While he didn't have exactly the usual sort of
gym rat physique he went for—with enormous pecs and tree trunk thighs
and equally thick biceps—he appreciated the sort of lithe masculine form
before him. His pecs were tight and defined. His abs popped while he
struggled with the hoodie caught on his head, and he had those delightful
V-lines at the bottom of his torso where his happy trail led into...oh wow!
That bulge had grown since Ty ogled it in the waiting room. Had his
jockstrap held bulge and behind actually caused a bit of an erection for
the young guy? He blushed as he bit his lip looking at the bulge sway under
Peter's silky smooth gym short material. Maybe he could be just a little
wicked this morning...

"Hold on," Ty said with a laugh. "I'll help untangle you." But before he
reached out to help loosen the draw strings, he pulled out his phone and
took a few pictures of the half-naked youth before him. He also took a few
pictures of the bulge, which he thought may yield some tantalizing evidence
of a visible penis line that he and his gal pals would gossip about when at
the gym. Satisfied he had indulged his wickedness enough, Ty helped Petey
untangle himself. He handed the nurse the hoodie, and he went to hang it on
a peg. The wafts of his cologne and saltiness of earlier days' sweating
while wearing it hit Ty's nostrils. He laughed inwardly that it was making
him aroused. Good Lord, it had been too long for him sexually. He would
need to fix that this weekend.

Petey brushed down his shirt to cover his abs, and he smiled awkwardly at
the handsome nurse. "Should I sit or...?" Tyler nodded and prepared a few
devices, one for his blood pressure, another for pulse-ox, another to check
temperature...maybe there were some more ways he could be wicked? Just how
much could an 18 year old know about proper physicals for life insurance?

The nurse slipped the blood pressure cuff around Petey's upper arm, and he
snickered at the tickle it gave him. He flashed that charming smile at him,
and Petey felt his heart flutter. His heart really began to run when the
nurse placed a strong hand on his chest right over his heart. "I guess the
caffeine is hitting," Tyler said and chuckled. "Please keep breathing
slowly, nothing to work your nerves over." Petey swallowed and breathed
through a 10 count. He wiggled in his seat. "Try not to move," the nurse
warned and placed a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the awkwardly
positioned bulge of Petey's junk.

Tyler put on his best act of squinting to see the pressure gauge. Of
course, having done this so many times, he didn't really need to
squint. His vision was fine, but he was delighting in making this young guy
squirm from the touches of his strong hands. Ty more or less had a decent
blood pressure reading, but he wanted to have some fun and strategically
placed his hand on Peter's thigh right at the hemline of his shorts but
carefully close to the shifting bulge of his genitals. Ty made a point of
squeezing gently and swiping one of his fingers up the leg of the shorts,
stroking his probably untouched, unteased thigh skin. The nurse could hear
in the stethoscope the youth's heart rate increase. When he warned him not
to move, Tyler saw the subtle arc of his penis twitch. Oh, he was fun to
tease.

Petey tried to keep his breath under control. His heart was increasing in
speed, he could feel it. Would the nurse notice? Would he think he was a
disgusting pervert for becoming aroused by those simple touches and
disarming smile? Don't think about those fingers in your mouth, Petey told
himself. Don't think about those lips kissing you or kissing your cock, he
warned. Don't think about those strong hands holding your balls. Of course,
a horny teenaged brain being what it is, each command he gave his Id
resulted in that pornographic image filling his mind's eye. Was he wearing
a thong? Petey wondered. No! Stop this! Think about hiking or biking!

The nurse withdrew the blood pressure cuff and scribbled some notes on his
clipboard. He tapped his pencil a few times and whistled. "I was getting
some odd measurements from the cuff," he declared. "We'll need to measure
again in a few minutes. Sorry. Is there anything off? Do you feel ok?"
Petey blushed at the question and tried to stealthily adjust his swollen
cock. The nurse placed the back of his hand on Petey's forehead. "You do
feel a little hot. Sometimes summer colds or allergies can have an effect."
He placed the clipboard back on the counter and then looked back over his
shoulder. "No judgments here, but maybe you are high or on some sort of
drugs? Something stronger than caffeine?"

Tyler bit his lip to keep from laughing as the youth widened his eyes in
surprise, looking up from probably wishing his penis would listen to his
mind. "No!" he exclaimed, "No, never. I don't drink or smoke or vape or
toke or anything." Tyler crossed his arms, inadvertently showing off just
how much his biceps had been a focus at the dawn visit to the free weights
this morning.

"Well, some of the tests will confirm if you are telling the truth, so no
point lying."

"I'm not," he assured. Tyler nodded and took the stethoscope back off of
his shoulders.

"Time for the shirt to come off for me to listen to your lungs," he
advised. Tyler was looking forward to seeing that nice chest exposed to him
again. Would he also have a nice musculature across his back? Ty was
betting he would. After all, how could one be a good swimmer with only a
developed chest? Ty hated when he would date some guy that only focused on
legs or his chest to the detriment of the rest of his body. Such a man
always looked off balance.

Petey nodded with the instructions from the nurse. Would they actually be
able to tell from the tests that he had gotten high a few times this
summer? He had never thought that would come up with the insurance
exam. And of course, without his shirt, he would be that much more exposed,
with his penis having a mind of its own, refusing to deflate and even
inflating a little more with that bounce of the nurse's ass when he hung
the blood pressure cuff back up on the wall. Could he please stop bouncing
his ass like that? Why couldn't he have a female nurse instead? He tossed
the shirt over to the pegs where his hoodie hung and nailed the shot. The
nurse chuckled.

"Good toss," the nurse congratulated while brushing his shoulder. "Lean
forward, please," he instructed.

Tyler scanned his back. A few pockmarks of acne here and there but overall
a very nice back, and sure enough, he was just as muscular back here as the
front. Ty found himself picturing dragging his nails across the back while
those tight glutes under him would be thrusting. `Now, now,' he reminded
himself, `keep control. You want to be the one torturing him.' Tyler
listened to him breath. All was well. Definitely not a smoker, not that one
could necessarily tell with an 18 year old. He certainly didn't believe
that the young guy had never had a toke or a drink or a vape. What teenager
didn't? Maybe that guilty conscience of his could be used for his wicked
game?

Petey was wondering when he could put his shirt back on when the nurse
reappeared from the cabinet holding a measuring tape. "Height, weight,
measurements," he announced with that darn smile. And of course, when he
had turned around, both that booty and bulge had bounced disturbingly
enticingly. Why did this appointment have to be so early? He wished that he
had rubbed one out when he woke up with his usual morning wood. He stood
up, trying not to draw attention to the bulging front of his gym shorts and
hopped over to the scale. While stepping, he pulled at the liner of his
shorts to let his inflated dick flop downward and be more comfortable. And
hopefully, less noticeable. His balls, though, were at an awkward angle, so
he kept pulling and adjusting. He just about had it all positioned decently
when the nurse turned around from the cabinet. Damn, his dick was pointed
upward, which was an ok place as it sort of hid the rod with a tuck into
the elastic, but it wasn't as comfortable as being pointed downward.

The nurse was bent over at his legs. "Probably ought to take these off," he
advised. Petey nodded and slipped out of his vans. The nurse helped him
with his socks, his soft, warm hands gripping his calf and then thigh to
help him balance. Man, each touch he gave was electric. What was with this?

Tyler found his heart beginning to race. These gym shorts were
short. Barely the length of boxers, and now he had this virile young stud
only wearing those. His shoes and socks were now over by the door. His
hoodie and shirt had been stripped off. Ty pretended to take some notes on
his clipboard while he looked closely at the tight buttocks on display in
front of him. He didn't see the characteristic diagonal seams of boxer
briefs and, in fact, noticed the curving seam around his ass from what
would be the inner liner of the gym shorts. More or less, this young buck
was commando. Dare he go further with this tantalizing specimen in front of
him?

Petey froze as the nurse pushed up against him and adjusted the meter stick
to measure his height. He could feel the hard curve of his pecs against his
back. It was delightful, and he thought about how it would feel to have his
face pressed the strong chest of this handsome nurse. What did his nametag
say? Ty? Even with his junk in a more comfortable position, the liner was
becoming confining with the increasing bloodflow. What was this? Now the
nurse was wrapping the measuring tape around his chest, around his pecs.

"Well, I have your height and weight. Very healthy, by the way. Excellent
numbers. You are a perfect specimen of a young man," Tyler praised. "Now I
need to get some body measurements. You know how insurance is? They want
every little metric for their actuary tables." He clucked his tongue while
strategically placing the tape across Petey's nipples. He made sure that
his fingertips would keep brushing across them. From Tyler's experience,
many men enjoyed the sensations of their nipples being stimulated, but
probably less than a third would admit to it...at least the straight
ones. Ty smiled as he saw a flush run across Petey's chest and
neck. Everything was going according to how he wanted it. What a cute
little buck this guy was turning out to be. What next to do?

Petey yelped a cracking squeak when the nurse pinched his nipple after
taking away the tape. "Checking nerve reaction," he said evenly and then
pinched the other nipple. He stood for a moment watching his nipple,
scribbling on his clipboard. Then the nurse blew gently on each nub on his
chest. None of Petey's dates had ever touched his nipples. Sometimes his
friends would tease each other with nipple tweaks, but Petey had never
considered the erotic sort of pleasures having his nipples stimulated could
cause. Oh no...his dick...it was really starting to get hard now. Would it
push up past the waistband? That would be mortifying. But if it didn't do
that, it would push out the front of the shorts. Petey supposed that would
be better.

At the bottom periphery of Tyler's eyeline, he could see Peter's bulge
twitch with each pinch and blow of breath against his nipples. Aw, so cute
that he was so aroused. Ty loved it. Some of the guys he had dated over the
years had...issues in the bedroom, which was understandable, what with
stress and porn ruining many men's sex drives, but this was a nice breath
of fresh air, a man with a fervent libido. Tyler swallowed and cleared his
throat. A little cool down time for the boy and then time to roll the
dice. Ty measured his arms, his wingspan, the circumference of his upper
and lower arms, giving him some gentle compliments on his likely
strength. The youth smiled at the praise from the older man.

`Ok,' Petey thought, `maybe the most embarrassing is over now. Probably a
urine sample or blood or something and that should do it.' Wait, what was
he doing? The nurse was squatting down at Peter's legs. `Please go down,'
Petey willed his cock. He was measuring around his calf and along his
feet. Would he...oh no, would he measure his inseam? No way the insurance
company needed that, right?

Tyler was working his way around Peter's legs, with the endgame of going
for the young guy's inseam, just like a tailor, and he planned on going
further...oh yes. He hadn't protested with the off the wall nipple test, so
Ty was going to go as far as his wicked desires were going to go. And he
had plans to get him out of those tiny gym shorts, too.

Tyler wrapped the measuring tape around Peter's knees and then the thighs
just above the knee and then mid-thigh right about the hemline of the
shorts. He could see up the leg of the shorts to the silky grey liner
holding the prize he really desired to examine. Somewhere along the way,
the youth had changed the position of his penis, and it looked like it was
pointed up into the waistband. Tyler pursed his lips. He was hoping to
tease it with this next measurement of his inseam, but oh well, his balls
would still be accessible, and just like the nipples, Tyler knew from
experience that a scrotum was a sensitive place for stimulus for a man.

Petey gulped. The nurse was wrapping the measuring tape around his thighs
right at the legs of his shorts, and he smiled up at him. That darn
smile. `Just close your eyes, man, and think of boring stuff,' he told
himself. `It is almost over.' He clenched his jaw as he felt the nurse's
hand holding the end of the tape brush up the inside of his thigh and
then...and then...his knuckles oh so slightly lifted his sack. His shifting
knuckles slightly slightly juggled his now aching nads. He felt his cock
twitch and swell with each heartbeat. Thankfully, the liner didn't allow
his dick to push up through the waistband. Not so thankfully, that liner
was directing the swelling appendage to arc outward and tent the fabric of
his shorts. There was no way the nurse was going to miss this, right at his
eye level, too. Petey was horned up and mortified that he was so on
display.

Tyler was measuring the other leg's inseam now, and now his fingernails
were what was touching the thin liner between the nurse and Peter's
balls. He splayed his fingers out, and Petey shivered from the sensational
tickle that traced across his scrotum. "Are you ok?" Ty asked up at
him. Petey opened his eyes to see his concerned face looking at him, right
past the bulge of his swollen cock. One of the fingertips was still in
contact with the liner and his balls. It traced a small lazy circle. Petey
opened his mouth to answer but found his tongue and throat dry. He blinked
and swallowed.

"Oh yeah, all good," he croaked. The nursed nodded and wrote things down on
his clipboard. When he spoke next, his heart ran cold.

"We've got a last set of measurements, but I can't get your upper thighs
with the shorts on. Go ahead and take them off."

What?! No way. I mean, yeah, physicals for soccer and swimming had involved
getting naked, but Petey had never thrown a hard on while doing it with all
the lads in high school. There was no way he could take off his shorts
right now. The nurse would yell and call him a pervert and a
sleezeball. The police would show up. He'd have his admissions
withdrawn. Dad would find out about getting high. This was the worst day of
his life...

"Go ahead," Tyler coaxed. He could tell that all of these measurements had
been stimulating the guy, and he had made sure every time Peter looked down
at him he smiled and kept his hands in contact with the young fellow's
skin. Now it was all going to come to fruition. Was there someway he could
get some pictures of this buck? That would be tough but a good puzzle to
consider...

But the buck was just standing there, wide-eyed. Oh heavens, he was
frozen. Was it fear? Given the bulge he saw hidden by that silky liner and
gym shorts, he had nothing to be embarrassed by. Maybe he was far more
naive than Ty had anticipated. "I don't...I don't have any underpants on,"
he said with his voice cracking. Tyler nodded.

"Brother, I'm a nurse. It's nothing I don't see everyday. Just a couple
quick measurements and you can cover up. I know it is annoying." Petey
despaired. `Annoying' wasn't how he would describe it, but he was right.

`He is a professional and a medical professional,' Petey told himself. He
hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts, took a breath, and
started pulling them down. Tyler did his best to put a poker face on his
eyes and mouth, but he was thrilled to command this young man to strip
himself bare in front of him. Was this awakening something new for his
libido? Maybe so...

For both Petey and Tyler, the de-pantsing seemed to stretch onward. The
erection caught in the lining and tented outward completely with Petey
bringing the shorts down from his waist to past his hips, and while he felt
a catch in his chest seeing his pubic hair exposed, Tyler found herself
clenching his hand in the thrill of it all.

+THWACK+

Just like that, the shorts slipped past Petey's groin, and his erection
slapped upward into his tummy as he bent over. As he stepped out of the
shorts, the nurse reached over to help him set his last piece of clothing
aside. Was he staring at his boner?

Tyler helped Peter set aside the tiny gym shorts, and he caught herself
fixing his eyes on Peter's nice cock. It was a darker colour compared to
the rest of his body, and he had a tanline from wearing a swim brief in the
pool. He had been circumcised, and there was a pinkness to the skin at that
top portion of his member. Tyler noticed a glisten to the tip of his cock
with that fun flare on his glans. His balls hung low and full. Peter wasn't
the most endowed man Ty had seen naked, but it was exactly right for this
young man. Only slightly out of proportion with the rest of him and when it
came to being out of proportion, being long and a little girthy was a good
thing with that part of the body. Tyler made a point of looking away and
nodded at the clipboard.

"Ok," he declared, "Upper thigh." He brought the tape up to the top of his
leg and started wrapping the tape around.

Petey had squeezed his eyes shut. He just couldn't bear to watch his boner
wag back and forth over this poor nurse's face. His poor day was probably
ruined, and he was probably going to make fun of Petey with his friends
later tonight. He could feel his fingers with the tape crawling around the
circumference of his upper thigh. The ticklish sensation of his fingertips
traveled around the back of his leg and across the bottom of his ass
cheek. He giggled at the tickle, and the nurse apologized. Petey cracked
open an eyelid at the `sorry' from the nurse and saw something that was
going to stay in his wank fantasies long term. The nurse was looking up
from his squat at Petey's legs, his one hand at the front of his thigh, the
other cupping his ass. And wagging with his heart beat was his raging
boner, looming mere inches from Ty's face. The nurse smiled, saying,
"Sorry, it is probably cold. Sensitive place, I know." Each word puffed air
across the sensitive skin of his shaft. Petey was frozen in the tableau of
eroticism.

Tyler was drinking in every second of this display. How he was longing
plant his lips on that beautiful, rock hard cock. He strategically puffed
air at the penis so tantalizingly close to his face, and he shifted his
hands, the hand at the front of Peter's thigh sliding its fingers beside
his scrotum to join the fingers lacing the measuring tape past his
perineum. Ty's thumb at his ass traced its tip against the back of Peter's
nutsack, and he felt the guy twitch his muscles in his leg. His dick
bounced in sympathy, and Ty thought he heard him whimper. He looked back up
to see that tasty glistening glans discharge just enough precum to cause
the droplet dangling off the tip to fall—right onto Ty's face!

Petey watched his cock betray him. He felt the silky, ticklish touch of the
nurse nudge his nuts and snake past his ass, and instinctually clenched his
ass. To his horror, his boner began leaking precum, and that clench sent
enough fluid to his cocktip that it dripped down onto the nurse. Now this
would be the cause of a scream, right? He clamped a hand reflexively around
the top of his dick while the nurse remarked a simple, "oh." The nurse
stood up and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser. "It's ok, man," he
reassured him. "Natural response for a man your age. Nothing I haven't seen
before."

Wow, he really was a professional, Petey thought with some relief. He was
hoping this wasn't anything that would be going in the notes. Tyler,
meanwhile, had secretly licked the fluid and found the taste pleasing. If
he was already spurting precum, would it possible to tease this buck into
cumming from just excusable touches? Tyler was facing away from Peter and
smiled to himself. Well, time for more measurements. And a plan was forming
in his mind for how he might just snag some perverse pictures.

Tyler handed Peter a fresh paper towel and waited for him to wipe his
glans. "Now, these next measurements are a little," Ty paused during his
warning. Would he keep buying this charade? "well, they are a tad
intimate."

Petey's head was swimming: how could it get even more personal than him
being naked and erect in front of the dude? "Uhh," Petey stammered, but the
nurse patted him on the shoulder and guided him with a hand on his hip back
towards the exam chair.

"Have a seat on the edge," he instructed, and Petey complied, clutching his
cock and balls out of residual modesty. "Now, Petey," he chided, "you'll
have to put your hands at your sides." Petey sighed quietly. Just how much
did the nurse need to see?

Tyler hid his intake of breath. My, what a tantalizing appendage this
striking Peter was pointing at him. Drink this in, Ty told himself, and he
nudged Peter's member with one hand around his shaft while the other cupped
his ballsack. Cute Petey flinched at the sudden intimate touch, and Tyler
smiled a quick reassuring smile to him. "I will need both of my hands for
measuring your testicles," he explained. "Can you please hold your penis
out of the way?"

Petey blinked. Did he hear him correctly? "What?" he asked quietly. A look
of patient patronizing passed across the handsome nurse's face as a slight
shrug sagged his shoulders and made those sturdy muscles ripple. Tyler
released his sack and brought Petey's hand over to his groin and placed the
tip of his boner into his palm.

"Can you hold yourself out of the way, please? I need to measure your
testicular circumference and distance." Petey tried to answer but found his
voice caught in his throat as he felt his throbbing cock slap into his
hand. He tried to resist the urge to stroke himself and to avoid the
pleasure of stroking his fingers and thumb down his shaft.

"Oh," he finally said. "I thought I misheard you." The nurse was bent
towards his work, and Petey shivered to feel his breath tickle across his
sack as his fingers and the tape measure flew across his nads and tugged
and hefted his balls. My, did it feel nice to have this guy examine his
genitals. So much better than his own self-examinations that happened
almost twice daily. All of the tickling touches were making his cock twitch
in his hand.

"Ok," Tyler said, seemingly to his nuts, "All of this very good." And as he
said these words, he reached for Peter's dick and pulled it away from his
hand, the nurse's one hand wrapping around the swollen tip of his dong and
bending his rod straight towards his face. The other hand wrapped around
the root of his penis and balls, wrapping the measuring tape first around
the base of his member.

"What is this?!" Petey exclaimed, breathless. Tyler merely looked up from
measuring and batted his eyes.

"These measurements are indicative of testosterone levels, bro. Don't
worry. I'm pretty sure it will come back healthy." With his prediction,
Tyler gave Peter's cock a little squeeze.

"Yeah?" Petey asked. This was feeling really good! Tyler was now measuring
the circumference of the midlength of his shaft, the fingertips of his
right hand brushing his penis's underside. The skin there was so sensitive,
and it was a favored spot for Petey's own manipulations when wanking. After
an (overly) redundant and precise measurement of circumference, Tyler moved
up to the flared crown of his cock. The pads of the nurse's fingers skimmed
along his frenulum, and the sharp dose of pleasure made Petey's kegels
twitch—and sure enough, a squirt of precum juice emerged from the tip.

"Uh oh," Tyler said, inwardly delighted he was causing more of this jism to
erupt early. He, of course, was dancing his fingertips across as much of
the sensitive member as he could justify for an examination, and this
clueless erected young stud was too naive to know this was far, far beyond
what normally happened.

"I'm so, so sorry," Petey squeaked. Tyler shook his head.

"Perfectly normal," he pronounced, staring at the pink glans erupt another
drop of precum. "It happens to everyone—very healthy, very
normal. Perfectly perfect for a young physically capable young man such as
yourself. In fact, it would be worrying if you didn't react." Tyler's one
hand was holding Peter's appendage between his thumb and fingers, that
thumb carefully and oh so slightly rocking back and forth against his
frenulum. His other hand was reaching in his pocket for the next part of
his plan. Petey watched him bring up a folded pad of gauze like for a
bandage. "I'll clean this up," Ty announced and began to dab the scratchy
fabric against the tip of Petey's penis. Ty pointed the dick this way and
that to change the angle he was looking at it, and he was noticing with an
erotic thrill how a little more fluid came up with each twitch of Peter's
abs and thighs. Tyler started gently wiping the dampened gauze across
Petey's glans, keeping the young man's face at the edge of his vision.

Petey was so thankful this nurse was through and through a pro; he wasn't
rattled by the young guy's pre-ejaculate spitting out of his dong, and Ty
was even going to clean it off his dick so it wouldn't get on the measuring
tape. But what was this? The dabs were fine with that gauze pad, minimal
contact and friction and whatnot, but now Ty was wiping around the head of
his cock! Those gentle little touches before were so nice, but this was
something more like what Petey did with socks he was going to throw
away. If he kept at this, it would be more than a little precum that he
would be cleaning up. "Uh, that's very sensitive," Peter warned. He hated
himself for enjoying this so much and hated himself for putting an end to
the nurse's cleaning.

"So sorry, man," it was Tyler's turn to apologize. He kept the gauze
perched right under the tip of Petey's dick while Ty positioned the
measuring tape. When he pulled it taut, it slipped back past the flare on
the glans, and he watched the youth's eyes widen from the sensation. Ty
apologized again and tried to get a good fit of the tape, which, of course,
slipped back over the edge of the glans. "I'm sorry, but I need to try to
wipe it dry," he explained before unfolding the gauze and wrapping it
around Petey's dong.

By Petey's sensations and perspective, it looked like the nurse was
stroking him off, like he fantasized his dates doing. And of course, that
was exactly what Tyler was truly doing—under the pretense of this quite
thorough measuring. Tyler felt himself become swollen between his legs from
seeing the young man lean back on the chair and his eyes roll back.

Petey was in heaven from this, but that quiet dread was building because he
knew what would inevitably happen if Ty continued. He clenched his ass and
curled his toes, and then just before he felt himself tumble into a climax,
the nurse ceased the work. Ty wrapped the measuring tape around the glans
and scribbled on his clipboard. Petey felt himself blush so deeply about
what almost happened as he came back to his senses. The nurse looked up at
him and noticed the blush.

"You ok, Peter?" he asked. The youth nodded hurriedly and wiped his hand
over his face. "That was good," the nurse reassured. "Good measurements and
good numbers, thus good news for the insurance policy."

Tyler was loving this. From the curl of the naive young man's toes and the
tightness of his chest, it was pretty clear that Ty just about had this
cute stud erupting all over himself. While he had been `cleaning' the lad's
cock head, Tyler had put together what would be the best part of his
perverse plan. Dare he go the whole way forward with this? "I need to grab
some equipment," he announced. "Time for a cancer screening. Just about
done!"

Petey watched the nurse stand and depart the room, his cock pointing right
at his shapely rump as it floated out of the room. Did the nurse walk like
that before? While he waited, Petey counted his breaths and thought about
the hike he took the day before. Anything to change his mindset from sex
and his penis. To his relief, his cock was slowly, oh so slowly,
deflating. When the nurse returned to the exam room, it was no longer
standing at a 45 degree angle up but had fallen to hovering just a bit over
his balls. As something more of a grower rather than a shower, it was also
no longer the same thickness or length. Did Petey see him frown when he
looked at the youth's groin?

Tyler had gone to retrieve a little gag gift for his coworker and fellow
shift nurse who shared alternating weekends with Tyler for the clinic. It
was his friend's 40th birthday just yesterday, and Tyler had stopped by the
adult bookstore on the way to work to buy her a little special toy. They
had had a good laugh about the thrusting, vibrating plug maybe being better
than an actual boyfriend. Certainly less likely to take up space on the
couch watching football. Now, Tyler was repurposing the device for this
devious game. The lamp mounted on the arm on the wall would come into play,
too, and Tyler took a moment to pull out the legitimate tube of lubricant
from the cabinet, along with a pair of gloves and light blocking tanning
goggles. Apart from the sex toy, each of those things did, indeed, have
legit purpose, even for something like a thorough life insurance exam. What
this perverse nurse had in mind, though...

Petey watched him arrange his tools on the counter and test the light on
the arm mounted on the wall by the blood pressure cuff. The tube he set
down next to the tapered, ribbed object worried him. What was that for?

"Ok," Ty announced. "If things work well, we won't need this." He tapped
the tapered thing that rocked back and forth on the counter. "Honestly, I
give it a 50/50." Ty flashed that disarmin smile at Petey. Tyler, though,
knew the odds were 100% that he was going to use it and take this stud all
the way with it.

He handed Petey the tanning goggles. "You'll want these while the UV and IR
bulbs are on for the cancer screening. I'll have you stand again, arms up
sorta like one of those body scanners at the airport. Don't worry. You'll
be able to put your clothes on soon if we don't have to use the internal
sensor." Petey furrowed his brow. `Internal sensor'?

Tyler helped Peter stand at a decent spot in the middle of the room where
the lamp would light him decently. He helped him put his arms in a decent
position and then tapped his thighs. "Spread your legs a bit," Ty
instructed and then reached between his legs to show just how far apart he
wanted them, the reality being that Ty wanted to re-stimulate Petey's
ticklish tackle. The nurse smirked at seeing the college freshman's cock
twitch from his hands brushing against those nads. Then he guided him a
little this way and that with a hand on his chest, fingers flitting across
Petey's nipple. Satisfied that the tanning goggles blocked all vision,
Tyler flicked on the IR lamp, splaying an interesting ambient light across
Peter's muscled body. Ty took a moment to properly drink in the tableau.

And then he brought out his phone from his pocket and snapped a few
pictures of the naked stud with his half-inflated dong. Ty also made a
point of some close snapshots of that tasty-looking equipment. "Ok, go
ahead and turn slowly," he advised.

"Like this?" Petey asked, feeling mighty awkward. He started turning around
in place with small steps. He felt his junk bounce a little and sway back
and forth with each step.

"Perfect," Tyler said, both in the charade of this cancer screening and in
the appreciation of watching his body turn and his genitals waggle. Ty had
him stop when Petey's ass was now pointed at the lamp. He took some full
body shots from a few angles, again making a point of snapping a few
close-ups of Peter's sculpted, tight ass. It had been a decent span of time
since Tyler had worshiped an ass as cut as Peter's. He smiled at the
thought of seeing this youth prance around a pool in a tiny speedo. A pity
he hadn't been wearing one for this exam. Maybe Ty could angle some more
college aged athletes visiting the clinic?

Tyler switched off the lamp and told Peter he could remove the goggles. As
the youth blinked, the nurse made a point of tapping around the tablet they
used in the office to review schedules, pretending to scroll around results
on an empty spreadsheet.

Petey was unfurling his tee-shirt and shaking the liner back into place for
his gym shorts when he heard the nurse sigh and cluck his tongue. Oh jeez,
what was it now? "I'm sorry," the nurse admitted. "We will need to use the
internal sensor, too. Gotta double check a couple settings."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, you can't put your clothes back on yet. But this isn't that much
less than what you would be wearing at the pool, right?" The nurse chuckled
a deep laugh, and Petey tried to offer his own weak laugh and agreement. Ty
made an exaggerated show of looking the college freshman head to
toe. Petey's penis jumped at the blatant attention and hoped he didn't
notice. "Your time with sports has served your health well." Their eyes
met, and Petey couldn't help but see his chest rise and fall with his
breath. What would this underwear model good looking nurse be wearing under
his scrubs?

"Ok," Tyler clapped. He needed to stop staring into those eyes Petey
had. If the youth had been the aggressive, meathead jock type, and if he
had made a move on him, Ty just may have let him have his way. Tyler
chastised himself for getting so worked up. As it was, he was definitely
going to need to change his underwear given the leaking his cock had done
from feeling up this healthy specimen of maleness. "Hop up on the chair,
but face the wall. Not quite downward dog, but close to it."

"What?" Petey asked as he turned himself around on the chair, suddenly very
conscious of his bare ass facing the handsome nurse and his low hanging
balls swaying between his thighs.

Tyler placed a hand on the small of his back. "Yep, lean a little more down
on your arms. Perfect." Ty went to the counter, donned his gloves, and then
squirted a dollop of lube onto his middle finger. "A little pressure coming
but try not to clench."

"What, what?" Petey asked. Was the nurse going to do what he thought he was
going to do? He knew from jokes in sitcoms that the backdoor was how checks
for prostate cancer were done. Is that what this was? Wasn't that for old
men? He felt the slick tip of the nurse's gloved finger poke between his
ass cheeks, and he flinched from the cool touch.

"It will warm up, Petey," Tyler offered. His unlubed hand spread Petey's
cheeks a bit to make it easier to insert his finger. Unsurprisingly, it was
a tight fit. Ty smeared the thick lubricant around Petey's puckering
hole. "Please relax."

"Breathe," the nurse was saying. Petey breathed deeply and counted before
exhaling. He hung his head down and looked back between his legs. Mostly,
he just saw his dick and balls swinging. Phew, just how far was he going to
go with his finger?

Tyler let each breath of Peter's coincide with pushing a little
deeper. First just the tip, then the first knuckle. Then the second and
then finally the entire finger was inside the lad. Ty let him adjust to the
feeling and then twisted his finger, searching for the that lovely little
prostate that he knew from his earliest sexual exploits would hit the young
man's sexual engine a special way.

Petey breathed in and out and continued to count. It was sorta unpleasant
what he was feeling but not really painful. He guessed that was the benefit
of good lube. In fact, if anything this was getting a little tedious, Petey
reflected—or at least he was bored until the nurse's questing finger
stroked something within him that made his eyes bug out.

There it is, Tyler realized, both from the feel of the gland and the
reaction he felt jolt through Peter.

Petey bit his lip against the cushion of the chair as the tasty nurse
tapped against his g-spot in a steady rhythm. He felt his cock rapidly
reinflate, but he paid no mind if the nurse noticed him soaking in every
touch against that wonderful spot of his. When he focused his eyes again,
his cock was the hardest he had seen it, and a clear droplet of precum
dripped from his cock. No way the nurse didn't notice that...

Tyler had it confirmed that this was working well when he felt Peter
squeeze and release around his probing finger. Doubly confirmed when the
happily erecting prick began dripping seminal fluids. How he was longing to
flick his tongue across that rock hard cock.

Petey sighed as Tyler withdrew his finger with a little `plop'. He breathed
a few breaths and started to rise when he felt that lubed presence at his
ass again. This time, though, it felt more potent than even Tyler's strong,
thick fingers.

Tyler moved quickly while Peter's head was swimming from the g-spot
stimulus. He gauged roughly how much depth the toy butt plug would need to
hit the lad's prostate, and Ty set the thrusting part with a few clicks
before slicking the length of the gadget with the lube. What was this? It
seemed like the innocent stud was actually rocking back into the toy poking
into his ass. He seemed to freeze when the fuller thickness of the plug
entered his hole, but it quickly slipped past the swollen curve in its
middle.

"Uh, what is..." Petey croaked. The nurse patted his ass cheek.

"That's the internal sensor," Tyler lied. "It will work with the IR and UV
to detect any masses. It's not as fast as the surface sensor, but it is
thorough. You'll need to turn over now and put on the goggles. Don't
worry. You can stay seated." Petey started to turn over but felt his boner
run into the arm of the chair, and he stopped.

"Uh..." Tyler tapped the bottom of Peter's shaft twice from between his
legs.

"Don't worry about it. Natural, healthy reaction, Petey. The sooner you
turn over, the sooner I can start the timer." Peter sighed and flopped
over. His rigid cock swayed back and forth, dripping precum across his lap.

Tyler tapped the chair arms. "Hands here." He then gently spread Peter's
legs. "Legs wide. And try not to move, as best as you can. If you move, the
scan has to backtrack. Sorta restart." Ty had taken off his gloves and
patted Petey's tight pec. "Just about done." Tyler took half a step back
and considered the view. One last adjustment. "Let's just move this here,"
he said nonchalantly. While Petey watched wide-eyed, Ty changed the angle
of Petey's boner from swaying forward to laying against the bottom of his
torso. His perverted side wanted the nurse to keep changing its position
with those big strong hands, but that wasn't a nice thought to have.

Tyler stood by the lamp, the remote control for the butt plug in his
pocket. "Goggles on," he instructed. Petey complied. Ty bent over and
looked around the edges and waved his hand to check if Petey could see. He
snapped a quick shot of the fully erected youth and then turned on the
lamp...

...and turned on the plug. The vibration began to whir, and the little
forwards-and-back thrust began its oscillations. Peter's groin thrust
upward, and his hands flinched towards his lap.

"Careful," Tyler advised. Petey apologized and returned to his position. Ty
saw Petey grip the arms of the chair and clicked the remote up a notch. He
let it set for a moment before continuing to dial it up. Each click
increased the stimulus to the young man's prostate, and each click brought
forth more copious squirts of precum that dribbled around his cock. His
chest started rising and falling more rapidly, and a deep flush saturated
his chest and neck.

Tyler prepared his phone to record some video. He was expecting the finale
quite soon now. Petey was, despite his attempts to stay perfectly still,
thrusting his groin upward, but only slightly. One excretion of
pre-ejaculate actually spurted a bit up his chest, but he barely
noticed. All he knew was that he felt the strangest sort of stirring that
he was going to orgasm. >From within! From that stupid sensor in his
ass. And right in front of the handsome nurse. He would never live this
down.

"Should..." he tried to get some sort of control over the situation. Tyler
shushed him. He wasn't going to let this end in disappointment. He felt his
nipples harden under the thin cotton of the scrub shirt and his meat gush
precum below. Peter's cock was so shiny, so swollen, no longer pink but
actually red at the tip. It twitched with the young man's heartbeat and
glistened with all of the fluids his beautiful balls had produced. Tyler
watched his jaw clench, the temples tighten, and his abs ripple with a
spasm. He was cumming!

Petey couldn't believe it. He knew it was coming, but some large part of
his brain didn't accept that it would actually happen. The sensor would
stop. The nurse would stop like when he was scrubbing his cockhead with the
gauze, stop just shy of making him cum. Not now, though. The gadget
stimulated his prostate unrelentingly with both vibration and poking
thrusts. His balls drew up, and his member surged even more in hardness and
length and girth before erupting enormous, forceful spurts of white
semen. His legs clenched. His hands went white knuckle on the chair
arms. His face contorted and his mouth pursed into an actual `O'. The semen
splatted against the wall behind him with the first shot, the next across
his chest. Then, the next squirt went far again, this time onto his face
and into his mouth. Six mighty splurts of cum painted Petey and parts of
the exam room.

All of them caught on camera by Tyler, who was beside himself in the
perverse thrill of this moment.


"Ok, ok," Petey heard as he came back to his senses. Did what he think
happen actually...happen? Oh god... The nurse was wiping up his cum with
tissues, off his chest, off his cheek, off the wall. "You just got a
little, well a lot, excited. That's all. Young men can be aroused at a
moment's notice. They can be easily overstimulated. No one needs to
know. We got the scan done, dude." Ty helped Petey up and pulled the
internal sensor out of him. He found himself weak in the knees, but he
sheepishly put his clothes back on. He could barely look the nurse in the
eye.

The rest of the examination went without a hitch, just a few papers to fill
out. The whole time, the nurse was just as pleasant as could be. Go figure,
Petey thought. As he went to leave, Tyler warned him, with a wink, "Now,
there may be a follow-up."