Carl At Uni Ch 4 The Experiment

It was as he was crossing the campus from the Halls of Residence to the main building that Carl got the text from Mrs. Simmonds. 'Please come and see me immediately,' it said. 'I have someone to introduce you to.'

It was only 9.30am but Carl had already been up three hours. Since moving into the female Halls of Residence, and since the girls there had been given the permission -- not the permission, the instruction -- to milk him and Kevin regularly, he'd been woken up early every day by a girl eager to beat Alison to him. But still, it was mostly Alison.

She had taken it upon herself to shave him every day so even if another girl had got up extra early and got her hands on Carl's penis before her, she would still follow him into the shower and continue to prey up on his body, usually rousing his spent penis to full erection and then taking her own sample of his sperm.

Sometimes, Carl would wake up to the feeling of a hand on his penis, which was usually already hard from some dream he was having, and as he roused himself, would notice another girl across the room working on Kevin. The girls would usually come to their room in pairs and would each choose their favourite but often swap over halfway through the milking. Kevin and Carl would lie in bed, trying to suppress their moans as these young inexperienced hands explored their bodies, feeling their balls, fingering their holes, rubbing precum over the heads of their penises and, ultimately, bringing them to noisy climaxes before scuttling off, their hands coated in sperm.

If Alison got to their room first, she would often want to milk both of them together, in a re-run of their first night in the Halls. She would make Carl go over to Kevin's bed and make them lie side by side while she would sit astride their thighs taking both penises in her chubby little hand to work them until they were writhing together, her favourite thing being to make them cum at exactly the same time.

If another girl arrived before her and was milking Kevin, Alison would settle for Carl on his own. Carl was her favourite after all. Especially after she made him beg for her to touch his penis that time and then made him cum in his own mouth. Emboldened by that morning, she would now sometimes take his penis in her mouth just as he was about to cum so that she could taste him, drink him and then think of his sperm in her belly all day.

So, by the time Carl arrived at Mrs. Simmonds' office, he had already been milked by Alison but, being 19, Carl was never very far from an erection, even if he had just been de-spunked. As he knocked on the door he'd gone through on that very first day, he wondered what she wanted and whether he could trust her. Well, she had allowed him to be intimately examined by a fake nurse -- her cleaner! -- so he needed to be sceptical.

'Come in!' she shouted at his knock and Carl opened the door to see Mrs. Simmonds in place behind her desk with an even older woman in a tweed suit sitting across from her. 'Ah, Carl,' said Mrs. Simmonds breezily as he stepped in. 'Please come and meet Dr. Fraser.'

As Carl approached the desk, Mrs. Simmonds must have been reading his mind because, with a suppressed smile on her face, she added, 'And yes, she is a real doctor.'

'Well, not a medical doctor,' said the lady, standing to shake Carl's hand. 'An academic doctor.' And she did look every bit the academic, thought Carl, with her grey hair, dishevelled skirt suit, coffee-stained teeth, mannish shoes and thick murky-looking spectacles. 'But I do specialise in anatomy, so... a bit like a doctor, I suppose.'

'Dr. Fraser is the author of The Female Experience,' said Mrs. Simmonds, as if this might mean something to Carl. It didn't. 'It was a Sunday Times best-seller.'

'Oh,' said Carl, trying to look impressed. 'Well done.'

'Yes, well done,' said Mrs. Simmonds, rolling her eyes at Dr. Fraser at the ignorance of this young man. 'And she is now preparing another book called The Male Experience.'

'It's partly medical,' cut in Dr. Fraser, not wanting anyone else to tell this beautiful young man about her book. 'But it's also about how it actually feels to be a man. How it feels to live in the male body.'

'And I told Dr. Fraser that I thought you might be willing to help her with her research as you're...' Carl noticed a smile pass between them. 'As you're... erm, fairly open about your own physicality.' She couldn't think of a more proper way to put it but all three people in the room knew what she meant: Carl would get naked and do whatever he was told.

'So, if you think it's something you might find interesting...' said Dr. Fraser, looking at Carl from his beautiful face, down his clearly muscular body to the bulge in his jeans and not being able to resist moistening her lips with her tongue at the prospect of him helping with her research.

'And obviously, it would put you in a very good light with the University,' chipped in Mrs. Simmonds, though Carl doubted being naked for an old lady doctor would have any impact at all upon any grades he might be given.

'Erm, yes, OK,' said Carl. 'That would be alright.'

'Obviously, Dr. Fraser will want to take you back to her domain to do the experiments but I just wanted to show her what an excellent specimen I have chosen for her so can you please take off your T-shirt.' She said it in such a way that it didn't feel like Carl had any choice, and so he took it off, pulling it over his head as he took in the sight of Dr. Fraser, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open, the tongue again moistening her lips.

At the sight of Carl shirtless, his body golden and hairless, his pink nipples standing out and each and every muscle in his arms and torso visible, Dr. Fraser approached him and, putting out a hand, ran it over his chest, his shoulders and then down to his belly.

'Well, you're perfect,' she said, lost in the sight of this beautiful teenage lad. 'For my research, I mean.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl.

'And are you wearing the underwear we provided for you, Carl?' asked Mrs. Simmonds. He was so he nodded.

'In that case, would you remove your jeans for us?'

He did as he was asked, undoing the top button as he took in both of them hungrily looking at his crotch, then unzipping the jeans and letting them fall to the floor.

'We ask Carl to wear this underwear,' said Mrs. Simmonds to Dr. Fraser, 'so that the girls in his Halls of Residence can keep an eye on his penis at all times.'

'Excellent idea,' said Dr. Fraser taking in the sight of Carl in tiny, almost transparent briefs standing helpless in front of her, his penis already starting to grow at the attention it was receiving from the two women. 'It's helpful in my line of study to have women more accustomed to seeing penises so that they are more knowledgeable when it comes to talking about them. You wouldn't believe the levels of ignorance.'

As she spoke, she reached out her hand and cupped Carl's testicles through the thin fabric of the briefs and turned to smile at Mrs. Simmonds before turning back to Carl. 'And when did you last ejaculate, Carl?' she asked, her face now serious.

'Erm, about an hour ago, Miss,' said Carl, now blushing at having to answer questions like this in front of these two women in their 60s.

'An hour ago? Under what circumstances?'

'Erm...' Carl looked at Mrs. Simmonds to see if he was supposed to speak about the milking arrangement in place at the Halls of Residence. She nodded, smirking.

'We are to be milked every day, Miss...' started Carl.

'We?' said Dr. Fraser, her hand still caressing Carl's testicles through the fabric.

'Yes, Miss. Me and Kevin, my roommate...'

Dr. Fraser looked towards Mrs. Simmonds who smiled a tiny smile and gave a tiny nod. The message was clearly, 'Yes, he too is gorgeous.'

'And under what circumstances were you milked?' asked Dr. Fraser.

'Erm, a girl at the Halls, erm, took my penis in her mouth...' he was trying to use what sounded at least a little like medical language.

'To climax?' asked Dr. Fraser, her hands now on his buttocks as she circled him.

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, his penis now fully erect at the attention, the touching and the remembrance of Alison sucking him until he came into her greedy mouth. Dr. Fraser crouched down and peered at Carl's bulge in the underwear.

'This does look like a very good specimen,' said Dr. Fraser to Mrs. Simmonds, putting out a finger and tracing the veins in Carl's penis through the thin fabric.

'I knew you would think so,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'And he's very... amenable.' This said as if Carl wasn't actually present. 'He'll let you do whatever you want to him.'

'Excellent,' said Dr. Fraser, standing up suddenly, her voice professional. 'OK, Carl, put your clothes back on and we'll go directly to my office. I'm sure Mrs. Simmonds will contact your lecturer to let him or her know that you're helping me with some very important research.' Mrs. Simmonds nodded and exchanged a secret eyebrows-up look with Dr. Fraser, who was now gathering some papers together and putting them in her bag as Carl buttoned his jeans and pulled his T-shirt back over his head.

As she moved towards the door, beckoning Carl to follow her with her hand as if he were a dog, Dr. Fraser said, 'Well, thank you Mrs. Simmonds. I owe you one.' And the women smiled their sneaky smiles at each other.

Walking across the campus towards Dr. Fraser's office, she spoke officiously to Carl, explaining her research, giving him her credentials and, every once in a while, sneaking a look at him as he walked beside her. She really couldn't believe her good fortune. The boy was literally beautiful. Full of beauty. Even the quality of his skin was perfect with not a hair to spoil its perfection.

When they got to her office, she put her stuff on her desk, sat behind it and said to Carl, 'Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, Carl but I'd like you to be in your underwear so that I can monitor the effect of the questions on your penis? Is that clear?'

Carl nodded and started to undo his jeans and scoop of his trainers. Now he was standing in front of this old lady, in almost see-through underwear. 'Please come around this side of the desk,' she said, beckoning Carl to stand directly in front of her, his bulge at the level of her face, her eyes darting between the clearly visible penis and her notes.

'Now, I'm going to film the underwear area,' she said, putting her iPhone on a little tripod on her desk and peering into it and then back to Carl's crotch, to make sure she had the camera positioned correctly. 'This is so I have a record of your reaction to the questions I'm about to ask,' she went on. He nodded. Then, picking up her clipboard... 'So, Carl,' she said, looking at the questions in front of her. 'Would you say you were straight, bisexual, homosexual or other.'

'Straight,' said Carl with no hesitation.

'And can you tell me what would tend to excite you sexually.'

'Erm...' Carl started to blush.

'There's no need to be shy, Carl,' said Dr. Fraser. 'This is all entirely anonymous. And unless you are truthful with me, this is a complete waste of time. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, catching her eyes for a moment.

'So, what would tend to excite you sexually.'

'I'm not very experienced, Miss,' said Carl. 'I have only had intercourse once in my life.'

'OK,' said Dr. Fraser, making a note, 'but we're not talking about that right now. Just tell me, when you're alone and perhaps thinking of masturbating, what do you think about?'

Carl hadn't masturbated for the longest time. All through the summer Doreen had been milking him, sometimes several times a day, and had forbidden any self-touching. And now that he was at University, he would wake up already being masturbated. But he knew what she wanted to know so he didn't feel he needed to tell her about the masturbation thing.

'Erm, I feel like I am quite easily excited,' he started.

'But what would tend to excite you,' she repeated, a little impatiently, it felt to Carl.

'Being looked at,' he said, without really processing that.

'In what way?'

'If I have been stripped and ladies are looking at me... at my body...'

'Yes...'

'If ladies are looking at my...'

'Penis?'

'Yes, penis. Then my penis will get hard if it's being looked at.'

'And is that if it's being looked at by just anyone?'

'It would have to be a lady, Miss,' said Carl, his face burning with shame as he wondered how far to go. 'And an older lady makes it especially hard if she's looking at it, Miss.'

'Older? How old are we talking?'

'If a lady is in her 60s, Miss, then that has a particular effect. That makes it extra hard.'

'Right,' said Dr. Fraser, her tongue back on her lips as she looked between her notes and Carl's penis, which was again starting to stiffen, no doubt due to the attention it was getting from her, an older lady. And as she stared, it grew even further, until there was a wet patch in the briefs at the end of his penis, where it was straining against the fine fabric.

'How do you feel about being made to wear this underwear publicly in front of the girls in the house?' she asked.

Carl didn't know how to respond. When he wore even more transparent underwear around Doreen's house, it turned him on. Especially when she had friends come over to see. But with the girls... it was confusing. He felt deeply ashamed as they were the same age as him but the shame was somehow arousing, especially when they stared at his bulge or commented on it to each other.

'I find it embarrassing but it still turns me on,' he answered. She liked the answer. It was succinct and informative.

'And do you find you have pre-ejaculate fluid whenever you have an erection? Sorry, precum? It means precum.'

'Yes, Miss. Always.'

'So I see,' said Dr. Fraser, putting out a finger to touch the patch at the tip of Carl's penis, which twitched at the contact of her finger. She did it again and then made a note.

'Now, take the briefs off for me, Carl,' she said, pulling the glasses down a little to watch as he slipped the underwear over his erection and down his thighs. He stood back up, his penis now so hard it was standing up against his belly, a thread of precum joining the tip of it to his hard, hairless stomach.

'Does your penis always get so hard?' asked Dr. Fraser, looking at it close up and making sure her camera was catching this.

'Erm, if someone -- a lady, an older lady -- is looking at it,' he answered. 'Yes, Miss.'

'And if an older lady touches your testicles...' she said, reaching out and running the tips of her fingers over the smooth skin. His penis twitched. 'Does that usually happen?'

'Yes, Miss.'

'And if an older lady takes the shaft of your penis in her hand?'

Carl's head went back involuntarily, his penis twitched, he groaned.

'Are these usual reactions?' she asked, his penis in one hand, her pen in the other, jotting away on her notes.

'Yes, Miss.'

'And if an older lady does this...?' She slid her hand up the shaft of his penis and over the head, using precum. He flinched as if electrocuted.

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, answering the question before she asked it. She then leant forward and, putting her nose a centimetre or so from the head of his penis, sniffed deeply. Then made notes. Then, with her hand still on the shaft of his penis, she lowered her head and took a deep inhale of Carl's balls. And made some notes. Then she ran a finger over the head of his penis -- he flinched -- and, having collected precum, first smelled it -- made notes -- then put her tongue out and tasted it.

'Now I'm going to put the head of your penis in my mouth,' she said to Carl, in a very straightforward tone, 'to see your reaction.' And without waiting for any sort of response, leant forward, opened her mouth and directed the head of Carl's penis deep into it. Carl's head went back at the feeling of this older woman's mouth on him. She started to suck, to take it out of her mouth to lick it, then put it back in, all the while looking at him and taking in his reactions to what she was doing.

Then, still holding the shaft of his penis, she took her mouth off of his penis and, looking him in the eyes said, 'Now, I want you to do exactly what you want to do, as if I wasn't a person and you didn't have to worry about my reaction. Act as if you were free to satisfy yourself freely.'

Carl wasn't used to being asked to satisfy his own desires, but as the doctor replaced her mouth on the head of his penis, he quite naturally took her head in his hands and started to move in and out of her mouth. She was still holding the shaft, so he couldn't go too deep, but when she removed her hand and put it on his buttock, he found himself going deeper in her mouth, really deep, so deep that her lips were halfway down the shaft. And he started to lose himself, to forget -- as she had wanted -- that she was here and to fuck her head harder and faster until he started to shake... Still holding the doctor's head, he blurted, 'Miss, Miss...' She nodded her head and he felt the sperm coursing up his penis and into her mouth.

Even though he had been milked by Alison just over an hour ago, it felt like there was a lot of sperm. Maybe it was the way she had sucked and licked his penis, maybe it was the talking about what excited him but there was so much sperm that he was surprised she could swallow it all and just left her head in place, taking as much of that warm spunk as he had to give her.

When he finally finished, still holding her head, he withdrew his penis and looked down, half expecting her to be angry with him but the look on her face wasn't one of anger. She was smiling softly, licking her lips, closing her eyes as if to savour the flavour of him in her mouth.

'Good,' she said finally, then picked up her notes to write something down as Carl stood in front of her, his penis drooping and dripping, red at the tip. She looked at it. Wrote something down.

'Now, while your penis is soft... or as soft as I feel it's going to be today,' she grinned, 'I would like to experience you passing water.'

'What, like peeing?' said Carl, sounding stupid, even to himself.

'Yes, like peeing,' she repeated with a smile. 'There is a bathroom just through here.' And she led him into a small clean white bathroom. He went towards the toilet. She followed and leant against the wall beside him, looking down at his penis as he took it in hand and held it. Nothing.

'Oh, are you pee shy?' asked Dr. Fraser in an almost mocking tone.

'Erm, I guess,' said Carl, embarrassed at his non-performing penis. 'I'm just worried it's going to get hard again... You know, with you watching.'

'I see,' said Dr. Fraser. 'In that case I'll stand behind you so that you can't see me,' and she moved behind him where he could still sense her presence but at least she was out of his eyeline. However, as soon as his urine started to flow, she re-emerged, held a cup out to catch some of his pee and, finally, stood behind him reaching round to hold his penis.

'I wanted to feel what it was like for you to hold your penis while urine was flowing through it,' she said, though Carl could only think about not getting hard while this was happening. 'It's an interesting sensation,' continued Dr. Fraser. 'It's almost like your penis is buzzing.'

When the urine eventually stopped flowing, Dr. Fraser released Carl's penis and allowed him to shake off the final drops while she examined the sample he had just provided, smelling it, gazing into it while holding it up against the light and finally, to Carl's shock, tasting it.

'Mmmm,' she said, making tasting noises with her mouth. 'Interesting. Almost sweet. Do you eat a lot of sugar, Carl?'

'No Miss,' said Carl, turning towards her, still naked, his penis brushing against her tweed as he turned. 'I have a very healthy diet.'