One day, while hanging out in the mall, I ran across am old friend, Josh. Josh had been my neighbour. He's twenty-two, two years older than I am. We had always been good friends.
Josh was in medical school. His dad is a doctor, and Josh wants to follow his dad's footsteps. We hadn't seen each other in awhile and we had a lot to talk about.
Josh told me while he was home he wanted to do some medical research. It had to do with studies of male anatomy, and reflexes. I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about because he got real technical using big medical words. He asked me if I would help him, that I might be able to make a real big contribution. I asked if anything he did would hurt. Josh laughed and said no. In fact, he said, I might enjoy it. He added that there would be quite a few sessions and that we would use his fathers doctors office at night when no one was there.
I peddled my bike over to the doctor's office the following night. Josh met me in the reception wearing a professional white coat. He led me through the receptionist's office to one of the examining rooms.
He had a clipboard and asked about any diseases I'd had and a bunch of other questions. Then he said, "I want you to strip naked so I can weigh you." I stripped down to my briefs.
"No, completely naked. My report has to be absolutely accurate."
I hesitantly dropped by briefs and stepped out of them. Josh led me to the scale and slid the weights along their runners until the little arrow floated at the end. He noted my weight on his clipboard, also my height.
"Now lie down on the examining table."
I did so, being very self-conscious of my nudity. Josh, seeing my embarrassment, took a towel and laid it over my crotch. I felt better. He took a measuring tape and made measurements over my whole body. Arms, legs, head, stomach, etc. He removed the towel and touched my dick.
"Hey!"
"Relax, he said. "I have to measure your dick and balls."
He took a ruler and held it to my limp dick. It seemed like he manipulated my balls for a good long time, lining up the ruler here and there and then making notes. He set the ruler down and kept fondling.
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm examining you for testicular cancer," he said.
Josh wet his forefinger and while playing with my balls and ran it over the tip of my dick.
"I'm getting a hard-on!"
"I know," said Josh. I've got to measure your hard on too. Remember, this is for research."
My dick kept swelling and growing. Josh put his hand around it and stroked, as well gently rubbing its tip. It was soon was hard as a board.
"I want it as hard as possible, I must be accurate. Ah! Six inches, just about right for a boy of your size. How long has it been since you last jacked off?