The Medical

Neither Carl nor Kevin could quite remember when they decided they would go to University together. Or had it just been a coincidence? Whatever, they were both glad to be taking this next step with a friend. Not only did they get on, but they had shared experiences at the hands of Doreen and her cohorts. And, of course, a shared love of being looked at by women.

When they got off the train with their suitcases, they couldn't hide their excitement... Kevin almost literally as he'd worn his favourite grey sweatpants with no underwear, because he liked the feeling of his penis swinging and liked even more the attention that swinging attracted from women, young and old. But the excitement drained from them when they arrived as arranged at the Halls of Residence where they were to spend the first year to find that their names were not on the list.

'I'm so sorry,' said the woman at reception. 'You're just not here.' She seemed genuinely disappointed, maybe because they were an exceptional pair: Carl tall and blond and boyish, Kevin almost as tall and handsome in a masculine way. Together they were real head-turners and as she looked up and down her list desperate to find their names, she was secretly checking them out, from Carl's packed jeans and Kevin's sweatpants, with the ridge of the helmet clearly visible, to the muscles and nipples she could make out through their T-shirts.

'I'm afraid you'll have to go to student services in the other block,' she said, giving up on finding them, and pointing them in the right direction, saying that they should ask for a Mrs. Simmonds when they got there.

Gutted that their first day was turning out to be a bit of a disaster, they asked directions to this Mrs. Simmonds, knocked on the door with the name plaque and heard a woman calling impatiently for them to come in. Behind the desk at the far side of a room that was big and fairly grand even if it looked like it had seen better days, was a woman probably in her 60s with short hair, thick glasses and a dowdy cardigan. 'Yes?' she barked as she poured all her attention into what looked like bank statements on her desk.

'Erm, we were told to come and see you...' started Carl as she looked up and, seeing the pair of them, so tall and young and handsome, took off her glasses. 'The lady in Block A said that we should come and see student services.'

'Well, that's me. And how can I help you?' asked the woman, getting up out of her seat, her attitude completely altered.

'Well, we were booked in the Halls of Residence,' Kevin explained. 'But our names are not the list and the lady said you'd be able to help.'

Mrs. Simmonds went back to her computer and, asking their names, started tapping the keys. 'Strange,' she said, peering up at them over the top of her glasses, 'you're definitely not here... And it is completely full now. But what I can do is... And this is quite unorthodox... but there is one room for two...'

'Great!' said Carl. 'We don't mind sharing...' Then, looking at Kevin. 'Do we?' Kevin shook his head.

'In the girls' Halls. How would you feel about that?'

Carl and Kevin looked back at each other, shrugged and nodded at Mrs. Simmonds. If they had their own room, it didn't really matter which Halls they were in. She did something else on the computer then, going into the drawer of her desk, pulled out a pair of keys attached to each other, which she held out to them. Carl went forward to take them but she seemed to take them back as his hand reached out.

'Have you both had your medicals yet?' she asked.

'Medicals?' said Kevin. 'What medicals?'

'If you stay in Halls, you have to have a basic medical examination so we know if there are any underlying issues,' she explained. 'I'm not allowed to give you any keys until that particular box is ticked but I'm sure the nurse is around. Let me give her a ring.'

She picked up her phone, looking at Carl and Kevin, up and down, from feet to face, taking in strong legs in jeans, visible penis in tracksuit bottoms, fit bodies in T-shirts and handsome smiling faces, though the smiles had taken on a bit of a worried look. 'Hello, Sandra? Listen I have two category A's here with me right now,' she said with a slight smirk, still looking Carl and Kevin up and down. 'And it seems that they've not had their medicals. Are you free to look at them now? I can bring them along. You are? Good. See you in a couple of minutes.'

'We're in luck!' she said cheerfully as she put the phone down. 'Nurse Sandra can see you right away,' and she crossed the room, opened the door and led them out and down the corridor to a door that said 'Nurse' on it. She knocked, was called in and opened the door.

'I have two young men for you here, Nurse Sandra,' said Mrs. Simmonds cheerfully to a slightly overweight woman in her late 40s or early 50s with bleached blonde hair, wearing a white nurse's dress that was too small for her.

Nurse Sandra looked at Kevin and Carl and then back at Mrs. Simmonds with a smirk on her face. 'Yes, Category A, like you said,' she said to Mrs. Simmonds, clearly using some sort of code. 'So, who wants to go first?'

'Erm, I will,' said Carl, looking at Kevin and Mrs. Simmonds, expecting them to leave the room. Kevin started to move but Mrs. Simmonds took him by the arm and said, 'You're friends, aren't you? Nothing to be embarrassed about. And we do need to get this done before you can move into your room...'

Kevin shrugged. 'Whatever you say, Miss,' he said, and she showed him to a chair by the wall and sat down next to him.

'Now, let's get that T-shirt off,' said Nurse Sandra, matter-of-factly, 'so I can take your blood pressure...' Carl wondered why she needed his T-shirt off to wrap something around his arm, which was bare anyway, but he didn't question and pulled it over his head. He saw Nurse Sandra look at Mrs. Simmonds as the T-shirt came off and Carl stood bare-chested in front of her.

'Someone's been working out,' she said, stroking Carl's arms and chest in a way that felt way too sensual for a nurse. 'What a beautiful body you have, Carl!'

'Erm, thank you Miss,' said Carl, as Nurse Sandra wrapped the cuff around his arm and started to pump air into it, looking between his face, his body and Mrs. Simmonds while hiding a smile. Then, deflating the cuff, and making some notes, she took the stethoscope from around her neck, plugged it into her ears and started to travel it across his chest, including across his nipples, then made a couple of approving sounds and jotted on her notes.

She then started pressing Carl's stomach, her hands going lower until her fingers were down inside his jeans, below the waistband, running along the V of his muscles. Carl sneaked a look at Mrs. Simmonds, who was focussing so hard on this examination that it felt like she couldn't decide whether she needed her glasses on or off. Next to her was Kevin, blushing deeply through his stubble at the knowledge that everything that happened to Carl was likely to happen to him as well. Carl looked down, and noticed that, perhaps with this in mind, Kevin had what looked like a full erection, which he was leaning forward to try to hide.

'OK,' said Nurse Sandra, 'let's get these jeans off.'

Carl started as if to question this, what with Mrs. Simmonds sitting there, but the nurse gave him such a frank, no-nonsense look that it felt more embarrassing to quibble than to undo his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Standing in front of these two older women, wearing nothing but the childish little yellow underpants his mother had bought for him -- they even had little cars on them -- Carl felt the shame colouring his face and chest, especially as the experience was stiffening his penis.

'Well, aren't these sweet?' scoffed Nurse Sandra, as she pinched the waistband of the little yellow underpants and gave them a snap.

'Adorable,' said Mrs. Simmonds, who was smiling and looking between Carl, semi-erect in the little briefs that were light enough in colour that all the contours of his penis were visible through them, and the bulge Kevin was trying to conceal in his tracksuit bottoms.

Nurse Sandra did a little more feeling of Carl's abdomen then, just as sharply as before, said, 'OK, let's slip down the underwear...' Carl looked panic-stricken but Nurse Sandra just looked at him as if to say, 'Now what?'

'Unless you want me to take them off for you?' she laughed, looking over at Mrs. Simmonds, at which Carl took the briefs down until they were sitting on top of his jeans at his ankles.

'Actually, let's get these out of the way,' said Nurse Sandra, crouching down and undoing Carl's trainers as she looked forward, Carl's now horizontal penis at eye level and close enough she could have licked it. And what a penis it was! Long and thick and golden and perfect. Then, holding the bottoms of his jeans while he lifted first one leg and then the other out, she picked up the clothing and put it on the medical table, separating the jeans from the underpants then, Carl noticed even though she was trying to hide it, gave the underwear a little sniff and stuffed them in her pocket.

Returning to Carl, she put a hand on her hip and swivelled him around, obviously to give Mrs. Simmonds a better view of the naked 19-year-old in front of them. 'I see that you're completely shaved,' said Nurse Sandra, placing her fingers on the part of Carl that would have had pubic hair if Doreen hadn't shaved it, the contact making Carl's penis rise to full erection. 'Is there a reason for that?'

'No, Miss. It's just that Dor...' and he stopped himself. 'No, no reason.'

'Well, I like it,' said the nurse. 'I think it's healthy. In fact, I'd like you to keep it up. Is that clear?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, sheepishly.

She circled him, trailing her fingers across his buttocks, his stomach and the area just above his fully erect penis, brushing it lightly as if accidentally with the back of her hand. 'Now, I'm going to check your testicles for any irregularities,' said the Nurse, reaching into a box of blue latex gloves and then placing them next to the box, clearly having decided against them. Then, looking Carl boldly in the eye, she put her hand underneath his testicles and lifted them slightly. Carl had to break eye contact at the feeling of her hand on his balls and put his head back to look at the ceiling.

'Now cough,' said Nurse Sandra. Carl coughed and he felt the contact between his testicles and the nurse's hand break for a moment. 'Good,' she said, almost under her breath as she rolled each testicle between her hands. 'These feel fine,' she said after a moment or so. 'Mrs. Simmonds, could I ask you for a second opinion?'

Mrs. Simmonds smiled and, standing up, said, 'Don't worry, Carl. I have medical training. There's not much I haven't seen. Or felt.' And she walked towards him, nodding at Nurse Sandra with her head, Carl noticed, towards Kevin and the bulge in his tracksuit bottoms, which now had a darker spot of precum at its summit. Nurse Sandra smirked as Carl felt Mrs. Simmonds hand on his balls, weighing them and rolling them between her fingers. 'Yes, these feel good,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'Very smooth. And quite big.'

And then he felt both their hands on his balls, caressing them more than examining them, then he felt a hand grip the base of his penis... 'I have an idea,' said Nurse Sandra, 'seeing as you're willing to help, Mrs. Simmonds. Why don't we examine both boys together and get these forms filled in and they can get to their room?'

'Well, of course,' said Mrs. Simmonds, a lascivious look of thanks on her face. 'Kevin, come here, please.'

Carl watched as Kevin stood, the erection in his light grey trackpants so visible it was almost comical. No matter how far he leaned forward or tugged his T-shirt down, there was really no hiding it. He burned with shame as he walked towards Carl and the two women.

'T-shirt off!' said Nurse Sandra. Kevin obeyed. 'And trainers.' He scooped each of them off with the heel of his opposite foot. 'Now, Mrs. Simmonds, if you would do the honours,' at which Mrs. Simmonds took the waistband of Kevin's tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down, crouching to help him step out of them and taking in the close-up sight of his beautiful thick penis as she did so.

'Oh, this one's not shaved,' she said, looking from Kevin's penis, which was hard and straight with a thick vein running up it and dark pubic hair around the base, to Nurse Sandra, who took her eyes off Carl's testicles and looked down, nodding agreement and putting her tongue to her lips.

'If you wouldn't mind examining Kevin's testicles, Mrs. Simmonds...' said the nurse, returning her attention to Carl, having moved her hands from his balls to his shaft, which she was squeezing so that droplets of precum were appearing. Mrs. Simmonds looked the blushing Kevin in the face and then looked down to the hairy balls and cupped them, rolling them between her fingers, a lascivious smirk on her lips.

'These seem fine to me,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'But maybe you should check my work.'

Nurse Sandra reached over and cupped Kevin's testicles, with Carl's penis still in her other hand, a strand of precum joining his penis to his belly. 'Oh, yes,' she said, as she caressed Kevin's balls and the base of his fully erect penis. 'These are very nice. Large, aren't they? Very nice indeed. And now, for the most important part of the examination: the prostate.'

She looked at both young men as she said this and saw the look of embarrassment, almost fear that appeared on their blushing faces. She then looked at Mrs. Simmonds with a look of triumph and saw her lubricating her lips with her tongue as she looked from penis to penis.

'We can do both of you together, as time is of the essence,' said Nurse Sandra, matter-of-factly, 'so why don't you come over to the examining table, that's right, move that clothing onto the floor, stand side by side, facing the wall... Now, if you bend right over the table, Mrs. Simmonds and I will be able to give you your exam.'

Carl looked across at Kevin, his face bright red with shame, his penis so hard it was standing up against his stomach with the blood making it twitch. They bent over almost in unison and could each immediately feel hands caressing and squeezing their buttocks. Carl could feel a hand going underneath him to press the hard perineum while Kevin felt his buttocks being opened and the breath of one of the women, he assumed Mrs. Simmonds, as she moved in close to look at his little pink hole.

'Now,' said Nurse Sandra after what felt like a while to the young men, their chests flat on the paper of the medical table, looking at each other in embarrassment, 'I want you to reach behind you and pull your buttocks apart for us so that we can conduct the examination.'

Carl and Kevin did as they were told, reached behind and, scooping their buttocks with their hands, exposed their holes to the two older women, who, they could tell from the feeling of breath on them, had crouched down to examine their holes up close. They could hear the women giggling and whispering -- 'I like the shaved one,' Carl heard one of them say. 'It's so pink and sweet' - and then both felt a finger on their hole. They were looking at each other, their eyes widening as each finger worked around each young man's hole and then started to enter.

Mrs. Simmonds and Nurse Sandra had clearly put some lubricant on their fingers as they slid in fairly easily and then started to massage each boy's prostate. Carl closed his eyes and let out an involuntary moan, while Kevin hung his head over the side of the medical table and just felt that finger as it invaded him and explored.

'Well,' said Nurse Sandra, 'that seems to be normal but why don't we check each other's work, Mrs. Simmonds, and then they both have a second opinion.'

Carl and Kevin felt the fingers withdraw, heard some giggling and sensed some movement, then felt another finger explore its way to their respective holes. The fingers slid in even more easily this time and, once inside, massaged more than before, until Kevin felt he was going to lose control of himself and ejaculate. And then the fingers withdrew. 'Don't get up,' said Nurse Sandra to the young men. 'While you're here, I would like you to help me with a little research I've been doing for myself with the new intake. I'm sure you're keen to help.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl.

'Of course,' said Kevin.

'Mrs. Simmonds, if you would pass me two of those plastic sample bottles there...' They heard Mrs. Simmonds' high heels cross the room and then come back. 'What we're going to do is extract some sperm from each of you as part of a study into student fertility. The samples will be entirely anonymous...'

'Yes, Miss,' repeated Carl, as he felt a hand reach up between his legs and grasp his penis. Nurse Sandra's wrist was against his testicles and he could feel her other hand pressing his pudendum, her finger occasionally circling his hole.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Simmonds had reached underneath Kevin and grasped his penis from the side, starting to slide her hand up and down its thick length as he writhed against the table, biting his lips, his eyes screwed shut as she occasionally let her hand travel across the head of his penis, giving him what felt like electric shocks. He could hear the women breathing, hear Carl breathing even harder and the slurpy sounds of the women's hands on their penises.

'Make sure you let us know when you are going to release,' said Nurse Sandra, 'so that we can catch your sperm in the sample bottles...' And almost before the words were out of her mouth, Carl heard Kevin go, 'Now!' at which Mrs. Simmonds positioned the plastic container to catch what she could from Kevin's gushing penis. Some of the creamy white liquid went on her hand, some on the floor, but enough went into the clear plastic container.

Then Carl tensed. 'Please, Miss,' he said, 'I'm ready'. And he felt the plastic pot on the tip of his penis as, with a moan, he felt the sperm shooting from under him, along his shaft and out into the pot and onto the floor. 'Good boy, that's it,' cooed Nurse Sandra. 'Let the nurse have all of that young sperm.'

As the two boys lay across the medical table, drained of all sperm, their penises still twitching against the table, they could hear lids being put onto the pots and a little whispering from the ladies.

'OK, boys,' said Nurse Sandra, 'up you get.' They stood and turned to face the women, who each had a clear plastic pot of their sperm in their hands. Mrs. Simmonds was licking the back of her hand, where Kevin's sperm had hit it and, reaching out to his deflating penis, squeezed it so that a final drizzle of sperm appeared at the tip. She reached forward, scooped it up with her finger and put it to her lips. 'Seems a shame to waste that last little bit,' she laughed.

Nurse Sandra had crossed the room and opened a little fridge on a table in the corner. Inside, Carl saw more pots of creamy white liquid. Clearly other volunteers to Nurse Sandra's 'experiment'.

'Don't just stand there, naked,' said Nurse Sandra as she walked back towards them. 'Get dressed and Mrs. Simmonds can take you to your room. I think you've both passed your medicals...'

'With flying colours,' said Mrs. Simmonds as she watched Kevin step into his tracksuit bottoms, the beautiful penis she'd just extracted sperm from visible through the fabric and watched as Carl wrestled with deciding whether to ask Nurse Sandra for his underwear back, eventually stepping into his jeans and pulling them up, tucking his naked penis in.