An old girlfriend called me for a favor. Leslie is enrolled in cosmetology school, and she asked me for help with a project. Her training covers hair and skin care, styling, tanning, hair removal and waxing, anything that customers might want at a salon.
For a final exam project, students were told to come up with a new product idea that could be sold in salons, and students worked in pairs to think of something new.
Leslie's partner had an aunt who was a dermatologist, so they made an appointment to talk with her about skin care possibilities. To their surprise, the doctor told them that she sees many male patients who neglect skin care for their penis and scrotum.
Apparently, these sensitive areas benefit from regular conditioning with creams that contain vitamins. With more information from the doctor, the girls prepared a report for class with recommendations for a possible salon product for men.
Their instructor was impressed, and she also spoke with the doctor to be sure this was a real possibility. Then, the teacher encouraged the girls to work on a presentation for an upcoming regional cosmetology and cosmetics convention where vendors presented new products.
Everyone was excited. Leslie and her partner, their instructor and the doctor worked together to create samples, packaging, and promotion for the convention. That's when Leslie called me.
Vendors were allowed to make product presentations to attendees and then to answer their questions. The doctor, the academic instructor, and her two students put their minds to drum up interest by making a convincing presentation.
After explaining all this to me, Leslie said they planned to make a slide show or a video about the product, with expert commentary and subject user testimonies. The doctor told them that it might be helpful to use a penis model to demonstrate the product.
Leslie did not need to say more. She knew I had a large dick, and she thought it would show up well in their promotion. I acted hard to get, and she pleaded, "Listen, I've seen a bunch of cocks, and yours would be perfect. It's big and smooth without lots of knotty veins."
Leslie added, "The doctor said skin care is especially important for men with foreskin, and, well, your dick has it all."
Already my cock was squirming as I thought what they might want to do with it.
She asked, "Would you consider helping us out?"
"What would be required?" I asked.
"This would be anonymous. We won't show your face. It'll be a video in the doctor's exam room. She would do her usual exam, then talk about proper skin care for a guy's dick and balls. Then she would show the product and that's about it."
"Sure," I said, "Let me know when and where." A week later, Leslie gave me a date and time and the location of the doctor's office.
I met Leslie and the others and was shown into an exam room. It was after regular hours, and the room had been equipped with a camera on a tripod and extra lighting. We all crowded into the little room, and the doctor asked me to go behind the screen, undress, and put on an exam gown, "open to the front." I draped my favorite blue checked shirt over the screen and undressed.
First let me say that Leslie was a cute as ever. Her partner Chloe was a bit older student, and also quite attractive. Their instructor was mature and a bit plain looking, but under the circumstances I was excited and fantasized about fucking any of them. The doctor was older but had an athletic build and short dyed blonde hair.
Although I was not there to fuck or to be wacked off, my dick didn't know that. I was concerned about showing an erection because the video needed to be convincing that I was an actual patient, not a cock model with four women hovering over me.
I was finally able to get control of my expectations, and my almost stiff dick had calmed down to a nice plumpness as I walked out from behind the screen and mounted the exam table.
The doctor asked me to lie down on my back, and my gown tented prominently as Chloe adjusted the camera angle. The doctor had a script memorized, and when Chloe was ready the doctor said, "Okay, now let's examine this patient's genitals to look for any skin problems." And she unsnapped my gown and parted it. My cock was plump and rolled to the side. Chloe and the instructor's reaction to seeing my dick made it inflate a bit more.
The doctor maintained her professional attitude, "It is important for men to inspect their penis and scrotum to watch for dryness. As we can see, this patient is taking good care of his penis. It looks healthy, and that's no accident because he has been using our new product. At that moment, the doctor put a dab of cream in her hand and applied it to my cock. Her moist slippery hand encircled my dick and gently oiled it from bottom to top.
I hadn't expected that.
My flopped over cock responded, gained altitude and was standing almost by itself, leaning slightly to one side. Foreskin still covered most of my plum, and the doctor said, "Be sure to get the cream in here, too," as she inserted her fingers under my foreskin and her slippery fingers touched my most sensitive parts. The doctor's touches were about to expose my dick head. As the females watched, and as the camera rolled, my puffy bell head pushed hard against the tight foreskin until it popped out suddenly like a Jack-in-the-box. All four of the females reacted with audible surprise.
