Internship, meeting classmates
Internship, meeting classmates
Students are poor people, so in the summer I got a part-time job at a venereal disease office. The
salary is good, the work is not dusty, and patients, in contrast to general belief, often come here to
obtain a certificate of freedom from disease. And I liked looking at naked male organs.
Now is the busiest time for our work. People that go to sanatoriums, camps, and even after returning
from vacation pass by our place. Therefore, the flow of visitors is quite large. But most of all, I like to
see athletes get tested before competitions and training camps.
Stretchy muscular bodies are my weakness, and guys often don't lose my interested glances. In the
exam, they try to show off their figure, exposing themselves completely. My nipples are already
standing all day, and the sight of the naked bodies of the athletes make my head clouded and my
whole body ache with the desire to have sex.
"Lena..." Our doctor, a crafty man in his fifties, turned to me. "We are planning an exit commission for
the military registration and enlistment office, wow, they pay double."
"Yes, of course." I didn't think much about it, and the doctor apparently didn't doubt my agreement,
because he smirked and wrote my name on the visiting committee.
Wow, there will only be boys, the same juice. I really wanted to work and hoped to see enough hot
bodies, and maybe some interesting cases would happen.
At the screening office, I was greeted with a testosterone blast. Boys in the same underwear filled all
visible space in the hallways. And when they saw me they made a noise, and when our doctor and I
disappeared into the office with the inscription of a venereologist, there was a happy hiss and laughter.
The boys realized that I was the one looking at their private parts. Among the boys, I saw Pashka, my
former classmate, and I nodded as he passed.
"You made quite a stir." The doctor praised me or scolded me. "Who did you say hello to, your
boyfriend?"
"No, I do not have a boyfriend. This is my classmate Pashka." I answered. But it's strange that I haven't
had a boyfriend for a long time, and a permanent one even more. Apparently my penchant for 'spying'
prevents me from meeting a normal guy. Maybe the guys are not satisfied with my part-time job as a
venereology assistant... They are all so jealous!
Then the work began and not everything went as expected. And for the scribbling of papers, and filling
out the forms, I did not have time, as it should be considered, not a single boy. They passed in front of
me, showing their behinds, but I couldn't see any more. I sat on the other side of the screen and
dreamed of examining at least one more closely. The guys joked and asked me to examine them, but
the doctor laughed and did his job.
But soon, apparently, he himself got tired of the endless series of patients, and said that he would take
a break, and then we will fill out the papers. I loved taking a look at the many young dicks. The doctor
called the next one and began to explain how to perform the exam.
"Look." He took a boy's scrotum in his hand, and, weighing it in his hand, the second began to roll and
feel the balls. “You need to feel if the testicles are intact, check the weight and the shape. In special
cases, each testicle must be measured."
He let this guy go and he, embarrassed by so much attention from me, quickly flew out the door.
"This is where you can put your skills to the test." The doctor winked at me. "Next!"
Pasha, my classmate, came into the office. Seeing me, he felt ashamed, but no more than me, my
cheeks were burning and my treacherous nipples were in my bra.
"Here young man, go behind the screen, and take off your underpants." Pasha, looking at me with
embarrassment, took off the only garment he had and looked away.
"Lena, take the scrotum with your left hand." The doctor ordered, and I obeyed and gently touched the
bag with cold fingers, he immediately reacted, his skin crawled with goose bumps. I lifted the scrotum
in my hand and froze. Oh, what a wonderful feeling to have such a man, inside his testicles were rolling
on their own.
"Now you need to measure each testicle and write down the dimensions." I sighed heavily and bleated.
"But how?" Well, nothing came to mind, I was already turned on and wanted sex, not procedures.
"Take a measuring device, take out an egg and measure it."
I looked at the table next to it and saw what looked like a gauge. I took the device in one hand and tried
the procedure. But I realized that none of that would come of it. You must release the scrotum and
remove the testicle. But I didn't want to part with him.
Pasha, by the way, began to get excited, with glassy eyes he followed my movements and began to
breathe rhythmically. Instead, the doctor wrote something on the card and paid us no attention. I
decided to let go of the scrotum and pulled an egg towards me. Pasha hummed and the doctor turned
around.
"Lena, be more tender, don't tear the boy's dignity."
I blushed even more and took a measurement. Then the doctor's phone rang and he apologized. I kept
holding Pasha's testicle in my hands. It was so exciting that my fingers began to stroke it on their own.
The penis shook and began to fill. I pretended not to see it.
I took the entire scrotum in my hand and I began to massage both balls gently but confidently.
Pasha was breathing loudly through his nose and I liked watching his penis grow stronger and stronger.
I realized that the doctor would come back now, but he still hadn't measured the second ball. I removed
the second egg and began to measure it slowly. The bare red head of the penis was right in front of my
eyes. As soon as he moves me a little, it will be in my mouth. From these thoughts, even my lips
stabbed with the desire to grab a cock and pull it deep down my throat.
The scrotum shook in my hand and slid up. I pretended not to have time to measure, so I took it away
and started measuring. Slightly moved and the head of the penis was an inch from my parted mouth, I
sprayed it with hot breath and tried to remind myself that there were a lot of people around, and I was Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
at work myself.
The arrival of the doctor saved me. The door slammed shut and I bounced a decent distance from
Pasha and his mesmerizing dick.
"Wow, here we have a boner." The doctor looked behind the screen. “Well that's good. We can run
additional tests. Lena injects him with a stimulator and collect the semen after ejaculation."