gaystripstories: Wait, you want me to sign the papers here? I looked down at my naked body, wearing
gaystripstories: Wait, you want me to sign the papers here? I looked down at my naked body, wearing nothing but a watch and a smile. Mr. Martin, we are on a very tight schedule here, and we have ten more physicals to complete in the next hour so every minute wasted is a minute that my staff has to stay overtime. I began to argue again, but I knew it would do no good. I had just completed my physical, and before I could even begin to dress again, the doctor had walked me out the door to finish my paperwork. He sat me down at a table right in the center of the office, and nurses and doctors continually walked by. Every person near me had an uninterrupted view to my body, and as I leaned back in my chair, I realized that the door leading to the waiting room was wide open, and at least a dozen people were looking at me there. I knew that I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so I just began signing everything. Okay Mr. Martin, you’re almost done. The last thing the Army requires of you here is an STD panel. He plopped a cup on the table and waited. Wait, you’re kidding, right? I can’t jerk off into a cup right here. If you want to enlist, then you most certainly will. Another patient is already in your room now. Also, you’ll need to get used to being naked around other people once you start boot camp. Again, there was no use in arguing, so I just stood up. With my eyes closed, I slowly began jerking myself off. I tried to zone out the office around me as I stroked myself off, but no one else was ignoring me. I had my head leaned back, and I didn’t notice that one of the nurses had pulled out their phone to record me as well as some of the patients in the waiting room. Across the table from me, my doctor was pawing at the growing bulge in his slacks. As I got fully hard and really starting getting myself off, I had no way to realize that there was already a recent STD panel in my records, and that all of this was just an act. I had no way of knowing either that the doctor was now unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the thick, salt and pepper hair covering his bulging chest. It wasn’t until I felt his body press against my back with his hand on my asshole that I realized anything. He leaned in close enough for me to smell his aftershave and whispered in my ear. I’ve still got patients waiting- let me me help speed this up. He swatted my hand away and replaced it with his own as he reached around my body. I felt my bare back leaning against his hairy chest, and I finally knew that I had been tricked. But everything felt too good to stop, so I continued letting him push a finger into my asshole. I opened my eyes to see the hot nurse across from me with one hand down the front of his scrubs, and the other one holding his phone. I then looked into the waiting room and kept eye contact with every man there, as they desperately wished they were back here with me. All of these situations had pushed me over the edge, and I was about to come. Without warning, I shot my load into the air as it fell back onto my doctor’s hand. Damn, looks like we didn’t get a sample, doc. I turned to face him and ran my hand down his chest and let it rest on his belt buckle. Don’t worry, we can get another sample after my shift ends. You can go wait in my office now. I simply nodded and followed the nurse out of the room, through the waiting room and down the hall to my doctor’s office. On the way, I passed almost twenty people and a row of windows looking out on a busy street. As I sat down on his couch, still without any of my clothes, I began to count down the minutes until he’d be back and the real examination could begin… -- source link
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