Message-ID: <5797eli$9711232358@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: wgnmkr@aol.com (Wgnmkr) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Dr. JO (male mast., med) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971123064701.BAA28324@ladder02.news.aol.com> This is a story for adults over 18 years of age about a guy who responds to an ad in the newspaper to be a male masturbation test subject. Hope you enjoy it. Marty sat alone in the reception room, flipping disinterestedly through a sports magazine, waiting for his name to be called by the nurse. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, looking up from the magazine at the quiet room. It was quiet except for the sound of the air-conditioning system. Marty thought back about the advertisement he read in the newspaper and if he'd made a mistake in coming here in answer to it. The words of the ad flashed back in his mind: Earn $500: Male test subjects needed for a study being conducted about masturbation. Interested males contact the office of Dr. Hank Selbst, MD. He was nervous, and decided not to think about it; he was here and that was that. No turning back. He returned to the magazine, putting his nervousness out of his mind. "Marty Bates." Marty put down the magazine on the table and looked at the nurse standing in the doorway that led back to the doctor's examination rooms. She had dark red hair tied in a bun on the back of her head with her nurse's cap perched on top. Her white blouse was lose fitting, but her skirt clung to her wide hips and round thighs, and her white stockings disappeared into white tennis shoes. He noticed the redheaded nurse and her shapely form from the moment he walked in and thought if she didn't make him masturbate, nothing would. He followed her back into an exam room, watching her plump butt wiggle in her tight skirt, imagining her bent over in front of him offering the cheeks for his taking.. "Have a seat on the exam table there, please, and the doctor will be with you shortly," the nurse said. He sat. She turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. It wasn't long, surprisingly, before Dr. Selbst entered the room, his white coat sweeping around as he closed the door behind him. "Thanks for coming, Mr. Bates," he said, taking a pen from his pocket and writing something on the clipboard he held. After a few seconds of writing he looked back at Marty and asked him to remove all his clothing. Marty started untucking his shirt from his pants when the doctor said, "I'll be right back, Marty, please get undressed." He and his doctor's coat swept from the room, closing the door. Marty continued undressing, pulling his shirt over his head and placing it on the table behind him, then unbuckling his pants. He untied his shoes, removed them, then his socks. Finally, Marty hooked his thumbs under the band of his underwear and slid them and his pants down over his butt. The cloth collected at the bend of knees, and he had to pull each leg off one at a time. Vulnerable. Marty felt vulnerable now that he stood in the strange exam room totally naked. He felt the cool air conditioned air swirl around his naked body, especially cold around his butt, thighs and penis. The hairs on his arm began to stand as he shivered from the cool air and feeling of vulnerability. He crossed his arms and breathed in deeply trying to control the nervousness which crept into him under the vulnerability and cold. Just as he decided to put his shirt back on to warm up, the doctor returned. "Great, I see you're naked." Dr. Selbst sat down on a little wheeled stool and pulled up near the naked Marty. "What I'm going to do now, Marty, is take some measurements of your penis and testicles." He pulled two rubber gloves from a box of them and snapped them on, then took a tape measure from a drawer. "Now, if you just relax and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart," the doctor directed, "and clasp your hands behind your back." Marty did as directed, clasping his hands behind his back, resting them on the slope of his butt. In this position, Marty's groin was thrust somewhat forward, allowing the doctor to have better access to his penis. The doctor waited until Marty was in a comfortable position until he started his measurements. The doctor took Marty's limp penis between his forefinger and thumb and raised it, placing the tape measure and the base of the penis and extending it to the tip. "Three and an eighth, limp," said Dr. Selbst, releasing the penis, then writing it down on the clipboard. Then he placed the silver tip of the measure at the side of Marty scrotal sac and let the tape fall to the floor. He looked closely at the measurement then said, "Two and a quarter, testicle sag," and wrote that down. Then he looped the measure around the back of Marty's testicles like he was measuring the size of his neck. "Wow, eight and a sixteenth inches circumference, testicles," he said, and wrote that down. "Okay," concluded Dr. Selbst after those three measurements, "that's done. Now what I need is a measurement of your erect penis. If you can make it erect for me, I'll be back in a second to measure it, alright?" "Okay," Marty said. He watched the doctor leave the room then began to play with himself, trying to make himself erect for measurement. He kneaded his limp penis between his first two fingers and thumb. Slowly it began to fill with blood and become half erect. Then he wrapped his other fingers around the growing shaft and began to masturbate in earnest, making his penis hard. He closed his eyes and stroked slowly, rubbing his fingers up and down his hardening shaft, also squeezing his pelvic muscles to direct more blood into his member. Then he remembered the redhead nurse, and thought about her bending over, her asscheeks apart showing her pink anus and urging him to take her backdoor. "Take me," he could hear her whisper, "fuck my ass...fuck my ass...." The door opened suddenly and Marty stopped playing with his now hard erection, and opening his eyes to watch the doctor come back into the room. "Oh, please don't stop," Dr. Selbst urged, "I need you to stay as hard as you can be." He looked at Marty who continued fingering his erection. "I can see it's pretty hard already. You must've been thinking about something really erotic." Marty chuckled, but didn't want to say he was thinking about taking his voluptuous redheaded nurse in the ass. "Okay, let's see how long your erection is," the doctor said, sitting back down on his stool, tape measure in hand. He fingered Marty's erection to find out how stiff it was and if it was stiff enough for measuring. Marty felt the doctor's fingers move a little on his erection. Then the doctor placed the silver tip of the tape at the base of the erection and pulled the tape along the tender underside of Marty's erection to the tip. "Six and a quarter, erection," the doctor said, writing the measurement on the clipboard. The he quickly wrapped the tape around the middle of Marty's erection to measure the circumference. "Three and a half, erect circumference," he said, writing. The measurements must have ended, Marty thought, because the doctor clicked his pen and put it back in his coat pocket. "Okay, let your penis go limp, and in a few minutes we'll take you into another room and do this thing for real," Dr. Selbst said. The doctor left the room and Marty sat on the exam table, letting his penis go limp, staring at the medical charts on the wall. If there was one thing that killed a good erection, Marty thought, it was boring medical charts. It didn't take that long for his penis to soften, but he waited in the room until the doctor returned. About ten minutes passed, slowly it seemed to Marty, when the doctor returned. "Alright, Marty, we can leave your clothes here, and now, if you'll follow me." They left the exam room and went down a short hall. Marty was surprised about leaving his clothes in the other room. Walking down the hall naked was strange, and he put his hand protectively over his privates because he was afraid the nurse would see him. But the nurse must've been at the reception counter because they didn't cross paths. The doctor opened a door to another exam room and entered, Marty following. The room was bare except for an exam table in the middle. The white paper covered the black leather of the chair, and two stirrups stuck out from the feet end of the table. "Just have a seat there, Marty, and put your legs in the stirrups," the doctor ordered. Marty climbed in and put his legs in the stirrups, which were closed together so his legs were slightly open. A pair of braces horseshoed around his ankles and thighs. After getting comfortable in the chair, the doctor explained that he was going to open the stirrups as far as they could and still have Marty remain comfortable. He opened them simultaneously, spreading Marty's legs and showing everything between them. Marty could feel the doctor's eyes looking at his penis and testicles. The doctor pushed the stirrups open further until they stopped. Apparently the stirrups where as open as they were going to get. "Okay, great," the doctor sighed, looking down inbetween Marty's legs. "First, would you like some lubrication to masturbate with?" "Yeah, I usually use baby oil," Marty replied. The doctor turned to the desk behind him, opened a drawer and took out a small bottle of baby oil. He turned and handed it to Marty. "Now, what I'm going to do is sit right here between your legs so I can watch you and how your body reacts to your masturbating. What I want you to do is try to forget that I'm here watching you and masturbate as you normally would. The only way this experiment is going to work is that you masturbate normally because it's important that I record the correct reaction to your breathing, the muscles around your penis and between your legs, how your testicles react, and how stiff your penis gets. If there aren't any other questions," the doctor said sitting, "you can begin masturbating anytime you'd like." The doctor sat back in his chair and stared at Marty's wide open legs and limp penis. Marty leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He began to breath normally and he pictured the redheaded nurse bent over a desk with her skirt over her hips exposing her round asscheeks and the rosey hole inbetween. He heard the words he wanted to hear from her. Marty opened his eyes and opened the bottle of oil and squirted some onto his hand. He saw the doctor staring, hestitated a little, then began to massage the oil onto his limp dick. He closed his eyes again and leaned back, but the redheaded nurse didn't return to his mind's fantasy. Somehow, his fingers playing with his hardening oily dick made him think he was in a group of faceless men, all naked as he was and all playing with their erections. There were flashes of the redheaded nurse, but the majority of the time it was him and the torsos and dick-pulling of the men. Some were sitting with there legs open, stroking various sizes of dick, all watching each other, letting the others watch, no inhibitions about masturbating in front of other men. There must have been six or seven, including Marty, stroking. Marty felt his oily dick get hard in his hand and he gripped it, sliding in up and down in his hand. The skin tightened as blood filled his dick. He could feel the individual veins start to stand out has his dick hardened, and he thumbed the head, feeling the ridge it made where it connect to the engorged shaft. He twisted his hand around the oily hard-on, hearing the slopping oil between his fingers and dick. Marty heard the voices of the other masturbating men in his mind, inaudiable, but yet knowing they spoke about the great sensation of jerking off while letting other guys watch them. Marty mumbled himself to the others how exciting it was to let others watch as he stroked his dick. Marty could feel the eyes of those faceless masturbating men glaring at his hard erect penis sticking straight up in the air. And he grunted along with the others, enjoying the sensation that rubbing a hot hard dick brought, sharing with the others the act of self-enjoyment. Marty's hand slipped up and down the shaft, letting the warmth envelop his hand, wrist and upper arm, feeling the heat of his erection spread. Somewhere beneath the murmur of the other men who were jerking off with him, Marty could hear the tick of the doctor's ball point pen on the clip board and the scratching as he wrote. The other men weren't real, just a part of Marty fantasy of masturbating -- but the doctor was real, watching, taking notes, exploring the situation of the man sitting in front of him, stroking a six-inch hard penis. Opening his eyes, Marty looked down at his hand caressing his dick, the light of the floresences glimmering off the oil. He looked at the doctor, intently studying Marty, giving no inclination of excitement. Marty let go of his erection and rested, breathing heavily from the sexual tension jerking off created. The erect penis throbbed in the air, pulsing with the excitement of being manipulated to sexual arousal. Marty squirted a little more baby oil on his hand then slobbered it on his dick, working it around the entire shaft. He shut his eyes again and there again were the faceless men stroking their dicks as Marty was. It was about getting to the point of release. All the men, including Marty, stood in a row, shoulder to shoulder, dicks sticking straight out into the air. One by one, they grabbed their dicks and pumped. The first one grabbed his, beat it vigorously, then let out a stream of white cum into the air that shot into nowhere. Then the second, the third, and so on. After the six men came, they all turned to watch Marty, the last one to explode. It didn't take much. Marty gripped his oily dick and jerked on it, hearing the oil slurp between his fingers. He could feel the orgasm begin to build in his lower stomach and groin. It churned through his groin, began to build, it seemed, in his balls, then it surged through his dick. He could feel the hot cum shoot through the hole at the top of his dick. The warm cum fell across his stomach and oozed down his fingers as he continued his slippery hold on his hard erection. His whole naked body shuddered as the orgasm washed over him, tightening his muscles in his ass, legs and stomach. His breathing was heavy as the orgasm began to slowly subside, his body relaxing after the shuddering sensation ebbed. The masturbation test subject opened his eyes and watched the doctor as he continued writing on his clipboard, quickly looking up between the Marty's open legs at his erection and testicles. Marty now lightly fingered his dick, running the thumb, fore and middle fingers along the oily, sperm-covered shaft. After several minutes, the doctor thanked him and gave him a towel to clean up with. He told Marty that the test was over and that he could get dressed. Marty cleaned up, got dressed and left the rooms. In the reception room, he took one last glance at the redheaded nurse behind the counter, and left the doctor's office, feeling as if he contributed to medical science. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /