Samuel Peters – Sam to his friends – was currently sitting in the waiting room of the Lowtown Medical Centre. At 5"10', Sam was around average height for his age and was fairly slim. He had never been muscly but was fit enough. His dark, brown hair was styled – as always – to the side and he wore his favourite T-Shirt and a pair of dark grey jeans.
It was 11am and his appointment was in 5 minutes. He flicked through some magazines, quickly glancing at the clock on the opposite wall from time to time. Of course, his name would be called when it was his turn, but he looked over nonetheless.
The magazines were full of rubbish. Mostly adverts for cars, dentists and articles about health and fitness. Sam sighed, closed the last magazine and dropped it back onto the pile with all the rest.
Another couple of minutes passed and Sam heard someone shout his name. "Mr Samuel Peters please."
Sam smiled and got up from his seat. He approached a young woman. She seemed to be in her late 20s. She smiled as she saw him "Hi Mr Peters, if you just go through to Room 3, Doctor Olive will be in to see you shortly."
"Thank you." replied Sam, as he walked towards his designated room. It only took him a few seconds to reach it, and once he found it, he sat down inside. It must have only been a few seconds before there was a small knock on the door and a woman walked into the room.
She was wearing a suit – or, at least, a smart outfit. She was wearing a white shirt that was buttoned up to the top and a black blazer on top of it. She was also wearing a long, black shirt that fell to her ankles and she had a pair of black boots on her feet. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail and on her face sat a pair of thick, black glasses.
It was her shirt that took Sam's interest however: it seemed to be straining to keep closed. Doctor Olive's chest was quite the size. Sam guessed that her tits were around 34E and he wondered if they were natural or if she had had a boob job.
"Good morning Mr Peters. I am Sarah Olive" said Doctor Olive, "What can I do for you today?"
Sam had come into the Medical School because of a suspected throat infection but after seeing the busty doctor sitting in-front of him, he suddenly found himself with another condition.
"Well," he said, giving a faint, fake laugh, "It's err...my cock."
Doctor Olive gave a little wince. She preferred to keep things professional in her office. "And what seems to be the problem with your...penis?"
"Well, it's a little awkward." Replied Sam.
"There's no need to worry Mr Peters, I have been in my profession for quite some time. Please, if you can explain what the problem is."
Sam nodded. It wasn't awkward at all truth be told, he just needed time to come up with a reasonable lie. "Well, it's my balls. I keep getting a sharp pain."
"I see" replied Doctor Olive, "That could be a number of things, but it's best we get to the root of the problem as soon as possible."
Sam nodded, "I think so."
"If I could just ask how old you are Mr Peters?"
"19" he replied.
"And are you sexually active?" asked Doctor Olive.
"Err, yes." Replied Sam, which to be honest, wasn't a lie.
"Ok. If you could take off your shoes, jeans and your underpants and lie down on the bed for me." Replied the busty doctor.
"Ok." Replied Sam and he got up from the chair, walked over to the bed and began to take his shoes off.
Doctor Olive walked over and pulled a curtain around the bed, giving Sam some privacy whilst he undressed.
"I realise I will be taking a look at you Mr Peters but I always prefer to give my patients a bit of privacy whilst undressing."
"I understand." replied Sam.
Sam removed his socks, unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his underpants. He placed them on top of his jeans and climbed onto the bed, he lay down on his back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Are you ready Mr Peters? Asked Doctor Olive.
When Sam replied with yes, the busty doctor pulled the curtain back around into one corner and stepped up to the bed. She slid her glasses further up her nose and glanced at Sam. His balls were big. Each the size of a golf ball. His cock however, was bigger. Doctor Olive was a little taken aback. Sam wasn't erect but was still around 7 inches.
"Right Mr Peters, well, erm, let's see if I can help you with your issue".
"Thanks." he replied, almost laughing.
Doctor Olive pulled out two thin, rubber gloves from her pocket and started to put them on. Once she was done, she gently took Sam's balls in her hands.
"Is there any pain Mr Peters?" she asked.
"Not yet." he replied.
Doctor Olive nodded and began to play with his balls, moving them from hand to hand, stroking them, caressing them. As she continued to do so, she watched as Sam's cock became harder.
"I'm sorry if I...you know."
