This ad on Craigslist caught my eye:
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"Westwood College seeks standardized patients to participate in our physical diagnosis courses in the Physician Assistant program. Model/Patients are needed for male reproductive health examinations completed by supervised students with a faculty member. The use of standardized patients is valuable to the training of future healthcare providers.
Models will be oriented to the laboratory, and will be compensated $50.00 per hour for their lab time with the opportunity for additional compensation."
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I was an unemployed 18 year old student looking for a summer job. I had applied everywhere, online and in person, but I never heard back from anyone, so I sat in my room, dejected and trying to advance another level on a video game I was replaying over and over.
My parents nagged me every day. "Aaron, why can't you be more like your big sister? She's got a job at the bagel place and she's taking college summer courses to get ahead! When are you getting a summer job?"
It would be so annoying, that I'd slam my bedroom door shut and crank up the volume on my headphones.
But a $50 a hour job? Can't beat that! This college was just a few blocks from my house. In fact, I had applied there to go to school.
I emailed the ad and explained that I was an 18 year old in good health. I lived just a couple blocks away, so I'd be a reliable person. I got a reply later that day to come to the medical campus.
An older fellow with white hair, white beard, was sort of looking like a wizard in his white lab coat. This was Prof. Apple. We shook hands and the first thing he says to me is, "Aaron, please drop your pants. I need to see if you are standardized." And I'm standing there with my jeans around my ankles as a stranger looks at my junk and uses a pen to lift up my dick. I get weighed and measured as the professor makes notes in his clipboard.
"Good, very good. Six feet tall. Caucasian. Brown Hair. Green eyes. Excellent low body fat. Uncircumcised." Prof. Apple explained, "First of all, you are in good health and a standardized male. We will need you to shave your pubic hair to make the examinations easier. You will work 2 hours a day - 1 class in the morning. 1 in the afternoon. You will shower, wear a bathrobe, put on this surgical mask to protect your identity. I will not use your name. I'll just call you, young man.
The students will come into the lab and examine you in groups of three. You will either stand or lie on the examination table. This is a safe environment. The students will be wearing surgical gloves and masks at all times and will always be supervised by me. Again, to protect anonymity, no names will be used except mine."
I was fixated on the money. $50 an hour. Holy shit, if I did this all week, I'd make $100 a day, $500 a week! I happily signed the college's paperwork, shook hands with Prof. Apple and made plans to for my first day at the job.
The next day, it only hit me when I was showering in the little bathroom connected to the lab that I would be naked except for a bathrobe and a surgical mask over my face. I felt especially naked as I had shaved my pubes completely. I looked like a little boy - with a bigger dick. I usually just trim down there. Prof. Apple gestured for me to stand by him. At exactly 10am, the summer class filed in. Three students in labcoats and surgical masks - two girls, one guy. And it hit me again. I'm standing in my bathrobe, and these people will be feeling my junk!
"Class, this is our model. We're very lucky - we have an 18 year old male this semester - not the usual senior citizen!" The students giggled. "Young man," he said to me, "This is R., L. and B. who are students in our Physician Assistant program."
Oh shit. I immediately recognized "R" thanks to the tattoos on the back of his hands - his name is Ryan. He was ahead of me in school. The school bully. I swear he used to trip little kids for fun, and slam people's heads into the water fountain. Once in gym class, he shoved me so hard into the wall, it sliced open my shoulder leaving a scar. We were all scared shitless of him, and now this big asshole jock was going to be examining my naked scrawny body? Shit.
The two girls were giggling and whispering to each other about me, "Who is that? He's cute. Nice body!"
I could feel goosebumps on my arms and the chill of the classroom air. I thought I'm either going to end up with mini-cock or pop a big boner. Oh shit, first student up is Ryan.
Ryan is smirking, half-listening to Prof. Apple, as he snaps on his rubber gloves.
"Feel the vas deferens in the scrotum. The ductus deferens leads from the testes to the penis." The professor then looked at me, "Could you remove your robe?"
I blushed hotly as I put the robe down on the lab bench. Ryan walks over to me, easily half a foot taller. I definitely had a case of mini-cock as Ryan started off my weighing my balls in his big hands. Then he felt for the vas deferens tube and rolled my testicles in between his fingers. He squeezed a little too tightly, which almost made me jump. I knew he did that on purpose. He was comparing me to his own junk.
"Notice that our model is uncircumcised. You can retract his foreskin, Ryan."
Ryan was blushing as much as I was, while the female students were also smiling and staring at this unusual sight of two guys in very close contact.
Ryan tried pushing up my foreskin, but my limp dick didn't make it easy, so after a couple pushes, he had to use his other hand to hold my shaft while he slid up my foreskin with the other. "Small dick, dude," he mutters to me.
Fuck you, jock-ape, I think.
"This is the glans penis, the head of the penis," Prof. Apple droned. "When you are examining a patient check for any discoloration, swelling here."
"Good, Ryan. Well done."
Ryan made a face of mock disgust as he walked away from me and pulled off his gloves. He made a show of washing his hands vigorously at the lab sink. I smirked - the school bully who was the monster of many of my nightmares had been playing with my balls.
"L., you're up next."
This blonde girl walks up in her lab coat and mask as she reaches for my balls. It's obvious, she's no stranger to handling balls as she holds me not too tight, but the Professor guides her through the anatomy of my scrotum and testicles. In spite of the gloves, her small hands were soft, and I could smell the perfume of her hair. She caresses my dick and looks closely at it. When she starts to push up my foreskin, I couldn't help but swell and firm up in her hands. The other students chuckled and I looked away beet red but nevertheless with a smile on my face. My erection gets harder and harder - it's like the best, hardest morning boner ever in her warm hands.