This was the first day of summer vacation from school. This fall he will be attending his first year in high school. The story of this summer will be one he will remember for the rest of his life and will change his life forever.

His name is Joey. He is 18years old. He is 5 foot 8 inches. Joey is about 100 pounds. During the summer Joey is going to visit Germany, France, England, and Spain. What happens before and on the trip to these locations will be the story that you will see on the next pages. Yes, the story will be dirty, but it must be told so that other will learn from the experience.

This morning Joey woke up and went to breakfast. At the breakfast table were his mother and father. Both of them were very strict and rich. They believed in a strong and powerful control over their only son. They also believed that the best way that they can teach their son was to send him into the trenches of life to fight his own battles no matter how tough they might be. The only major rule that they enforced was he must obey everything that his elders said.

As breakfast went on the mother whose name was Jane told her son that he was to go to the doctor’s this evening at 6:00 so that he might be able to get his physical and shots for his trip that he was suppose to start on tomorrow to Europe. His father whose name was James set up this trip so that his son could get a chance to see all of Europe and to understand their customs in the event that he had to make business trips in the future. His father planned every detail of the trip out so that he would only have to travel to the locations and everything else was already taken care of for him. (more…)

I had been having serious trouble with premature ejaculation, and my sex life with my wife had come to a complete stand still. Each time we began to make love, an irresistible urge to let go would seize me, and I would spill my essence on her threshold, leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.

We tried every remedy we could think of : creams, pills, constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. Finally, my wife heard of a sex therapist who specialized in treating men with my problem and made an appointment for me. I balked when I learned that the therapist was a woman, being embarrassed to reveal such an intimately male problem to a female. But my wife insisted, explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using the most advanced methods. Being desperate to try anything, I finally agreed to see her.

On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious, modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman seated at the receptionist’s desk. She smiled and said, “Go right in, Mr. Mason, Dr. Wilson is waiting for you.” (more…)

The door to the inner sanctum swung open over the carpet with a whisk and he heard his name being called. Richard laid down the SI Swimsuit Edition and arose out of the chair, in one motion. He moved across the room without being seen as he was the last patient, and walking through the door the tech pointed down the hall. Richard turned to his left and entered the examination room followed by the young tech.

She had him sit down and began the preliminary exam. Blood pressure; temperature; pulse; and a cursory exam of his throat. As she checked off the items on her list he could not help but notice her. The light makeup, the way the bodice of her uniform fit around her breasts and her long white stocking encased legs all spoke volumes about her. He answered her questions and stood on the scale for her to check his weight and height. When she finished she told him to undress and put on the robe. MS Lynne would be in shortly to complete the exam.

Living in this sparsely populated area had its advantages. He liked it. But there was no doctor within 300 miles and the local community was tended to by MS Lynne a Nurse Practitioner. Her office was always busy and she was qualified to handle almost anything that popped up in the community. The doctor at the nearest hospital supervised her and she worked under his license. She had been here two years and had two more to go to pay off her education. MS Lynne thought it was a good deal too. And, he was only here for a regular check-up. (more…)

The patient came to the campus health clinic at approximately 4:00 PM and requested a physical examination. It was clearly explained to the patient that no female medical personnel were available to assist in the examination, however, the patient signed form # W-152 (Waiver for Un-aided Examination). The patient is a 20-year old unmarried female. On the day of the examination she appeared to be personally well kept, and was dressed in a sweater, blue jeans, and tennis shoes - not uncommon attire for college students at this campus. The patient was asked to provide a urine sample and to remove her clothes and cover herself with the typical gown provided.

Urinalysis indicated that there were no abnormal conditions, no drug usage, no pregnancy. I felt, however, that disrobing appeared to take more time than usual. Upon checking the dressing room monitor, I observed the patient sitting upon the chair, dressed in only her panties. Her legs were spread with one hand inside of her panties and one hand on her breasts. The patient appeared to have been masturbating and was experiencing orgasm during my observation. Shortly thereafter, she stood, placed the gown on her body, and exited the dressing room. (more…)

When I was 22, I bought a life insurance policy that required a physical examination. When I asked the agent where I should go for the physical, he said to come to their office: they used a mobile nurse service for physicals.

When I came to the office, I was escorted to a conference room about ten feet square. In a little while, the nurse arrived, carrying an aluminum case marked “PortaMed,” from which she began to unpack equipment. She was about 35, and not particularly pretty, but had large, nicely shaped breasts with nipples visible through her tight and sheer uniform. Her underpants, which were very brief, were also well displayed, especially when she bent over to get things out of the case. I made a point of not studying her much, to avoid an erection. I looked at a magazine (”Insurance Life”) while she unpacked the equipment. She then said, “Hi, I’m Eleanor, and I’ll be doing your exam today. It’s is just a brief health check. Sit here, while I ask you some questions,” indicating a chair next to hers across a corner of the table.

After a long series of questions came temperature, pulse, respirations, and blood pressure. She then told me, “Now please remove your clothing, except for your socks and underpants.” I was surprised that no privacy was offered, but I hadn’t had many adult exams, and didn’t really know what to expect. While I disrobed, putting my clothes on the table, Eleanor wrote on her clipboard, occasionally glancing at me, with no apparent interest. (more…)

My high school buddy Chris sells life insurance, financial planning, the works. With my business growing the way it is, I figure I better increase my coverage.

“A million dollar policy?” says Chris when I call him. “You’re what, 34? The premium will only be about $900 a year. Let me take your application now and I’ll set up a physical for you.”

A week later I get a call from his assistant, Tracy, who sets me up for an appointment the next morning at their office. I arrive the next morning and meet Tracy, who turns out to be a real knockout with dark hair in a tight skirt and blouse. She shows me into the conference room and offers me coffee. Chris shows up a few minutes later. We chat for a few minutes about sports and local politics. “The nurse should be here shortly. I’ve got to go downtown to another appointment, but Tracy will take care of your application,” he says and leaves. Tracy comes back with the nurse, an older woman, graying but attractive and trim, carrying a big briefcase. Tracy introduces her then leaves. (more…)

My throat was dry as I approached the door to the clinic. I wondered what it would be like, would it be cold and clinical or warm and sensual, would there be a lot of people around, would I be alone, what would it be like.

I opened the door, and stepped inside, I was in a reception area that was empty except for a receptionist. I hesitated a moment and then she looked up from her work and asked me if she could help me. I told her my name and she looked in a book and said that the doctor would be with me shortly and would I please have a seat. I sat down and picked up a magazine and leafed aimlessly through it, my mine racing on what lay ahead, I could hear soft music playing over the speakers, and the air was heavy with the usual scent of a doctors office. As my mind wondered I was startled to hear my name being called…

I looked up and a young lady in the white uniform of a nurse was holding the door open and asking me to follow her. I stood, took a deep breath and followed her down a hall, walking past several examination rooms, finally she stopped, told me to go in,and sit on the table. She took my blood pressure, asked me a few questions about my past medical history, then said the doctor would be in shortly. (more…)

Penny made sure to be punctual at her disciplinary hearing with the Dean of Barrett University. She was doing poorly in most of her subjects, and was recently written up for being caught after curfew, drunk on the campus grounds. The University was a very small, private, all-girls institution with very high standards and strict regulations. Students unable to live up to the University’s expectations were expelled without much fanfare.

Penny looked very professional in her business suit. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled up, and her skirt showed off her lovely legs. She took a deep breath before knocking. She waited a moment before entering, realizing that the situation was similar to her younger years when she would get sent to the principal, but the stakes this time were much higher- her entire future was on the line!

Dean Kenneth Richards was a well-built man in his forties. He sat behind his desk hardly acknowledging the girl. The office was sparsely furnished with medals and plaques hanging on the walls from the man’s military career. He trained men to jump out of airplanes or something, Penny recalled hoping to fit her knowledge of his past into the conversation.

“Good Afternoon, Dean Richards,” Penny said cheerfully as Richards motioned for her to take a seat. She sat slowly, gracefully crossing her legs. She scanned the walls and added, “You must have had some career, sir. Airborne Division wasn’t it?”

Richards expression remained unchanged as he replied, “Yes, Miss Yoder, it was a very promising career- until my injury.” He folded his arms symbolizing the end of the token pleasantries and said, “Miss Yoder, I’m afraid that your hearing is going to be very brief. You see, your behavior was in clear violation of the student handbook, and I truly have no choice whatsoever except to recommend your dismissal.”

Penny knew how hard a man Richards was rumored to be, but she was overwhelmed by his quickness to pass sentence. Penny took a deep breath to keep herself from tearing up. She had studied the student handbook prior to this afternoon and was hoping that her time studying the manual wasn’t in vain. She produced her wrinkled copy and turned to the page she had marked. In her sweetest most pleasant voice she said, “Dean Richards, Sir, I understand that I did something very wrong, but I do think that I could do better academically with more time. My good friend Susan had stayed with me on the weekend of my lapse of good judgment. I admit that we got carried away, but-,” she paused to collect her thoughts, “I was hoping that you could let me do a University Service Project,” her finger pointed to a rather unknown disciplinary option described in just a few short lines in the handbook.

Essentially, the service projects were assigned completely at the discretion of the Dean of the University. There were some guidelines suggested in the book such as amount of hours necessary for completion, and so forth. Richards read the passage to himself and smirked. A thought occurred in the dark recess of his mind. Hmm? He sure hated to see one of the prettiest girls on campus leave. And she was, indeed, in a very compromising situation. He would first have to put on an act, make her think that the projects weren’t meant to be easy.

He looked at the girl’s adorable pixy-face as if she were joking. “Let me get this straight, Penny. You want me to have you rake leaves and put stamps on envelopes so that I’ll forget the whole matter? Would that be fair?” he said in an intimidating, booming voice. (more…)

The blizzard of ‘96 in the Northeast U.S. I had been shoveling my ass off all day long to try and clear some 25″ of snow. Finally done - at least what was going to get done. Got the cars free, time to drive around and see what was going on in the world. The neighborhood was fair, the main roads were in pretty good shape, and the Interstate system looked great. Stop for a coffee at the High’s Store (for those far away, it’s a convenience store like a 7-11).

For some reason, when I go into convenience stores, I always look in the row where medical things are, to see what they carry: douches, enemas, suppositories, Vaseline, KY jelly, thermometers, etc. Interesting to take a mental note of this. As I was ‘taking inventory’, I overheard the clerk speaking on the telephone: “Yeah, yeah, I don’t know…soon I hope, yeah, yeah…I’ll come and get you, don’t worry…hold on.”

Then, the clerk stopped her phone conversation and looked up at me, “Is there something I can help you with?”

Quick. Be quick. I looked at what was in the ‘medical department’ and noticed that there weren’t any oral thermometers. “Yeah - do you have any more thermometers?,” I asked.

“Just a minute,” the clerk said and returned to the telephone. “Hold on a sec, I’ll be right back,” and she laid the phone on the counter. She came over to where I was standing and took a quick glance over the various items. She saw the thermometers hanging there and took one off the hook. “Here you go,” she said, and turned to walk toward the counter.

I studied what she had handed me and said, “Thank you, but I’m looking for an oral thermometer - this one say’s it’s ideal for baby and I think it’s a rectal thermometer.” I approached the counter and handed it to her. She studied it and then asked the person on the phone, “What’s the difference between an oral thermometer and a rectal thermometer?” After a brief pause, the clerk giggled and said to the person on the other end of the phone, “I know that! I mean, can you use a rectal thermometer as an oral thermometer?” (more…)

[The following story is fiction, and all names used are fictitious.
If explicit adult material is illegal in your locale, if it offends
you, or you are under 18 DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  The story also
describes use of an electro-stimulation (TENS) unit. DO NOT TRY ANY
SUCH TECHNIQUES DESCRIBED unless you have a thorough understanding
of electrical principles and have been instructed in the safe
operation of a TENS unit!]

Shelly Heath walked into the Physio-Lab, Inc. offices a little after four p.m. on a sunny Thursday afternoon in early October. Shelly was a 21 year old junior at the nearby university, who was enrolled in the business program. Shelly was single, with no steady boyfriend at the time.

A flyer on the bulletin board in the student dorm where she was a resident assistant had asked for volunteers for a grant-funded research program attached to the university’s physiology and physical therapy programs. The flyer had announced that students were sought for two to four hours of their time so that various physical characteristics could be studied. Shelly had a bit of spare time on her hands, being the first part of the semester. Since she was athletic, she figured that the research could someday help her and others with sports injuries and subsequent rehabilitation.

Upon entering the clinic, Shelly was greeted by a receptionist, a pleasant woman maybe a few years older than her, who smiled and handed her a health questionnaire and a waiver form. After filing out the usual health history questions and scanning the waiver quickly (it all looked the same no matter what form it was) she signed them and handed them back to the receptionist. After a brief wait as she read a health/fitness magazine, a young man called her in.

“Miss Heath? Would you come in please?” asked the pleasant looking young man in a white lab coat, who Shelly mentally gauged to be about twenty years old and fit. Shelly followed him through the door to the right of the receptionist and down a short hallway. At the end of the hallway, they went through another door with a sign saying “Authorized Personnel Only.” (more…)