Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2005 08:52:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: thoughtfullife <thoughtfullife@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jeremy's Fun

This is a fantasy containing homosexual acts.  Do not read
it if for some reason, such as legal or moral, you should
not.  Copyright remains with the author.
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Your testicles have been working all day, cell by cell,
producing a flood of sperm.  Each little tadpole of vital
fluid has rushed from its birth in the meaty cylinders in
your scrotum, through miles of fine tubing to be ready to
explode from your penis under the right stimulation.

All day long they have been sitting inside you and waiting.
They are getting restless, hoping for activity.  You can
probably feel them pushing up against the inside of the sac
storing them inside you.  They make you feel restless too, a
bit on edge, needing some release.

But you hold off.  You resist the temptation to go online
and call up your favorite images or find a story that could
help relieve the tension.   You pace around hoping to reduce
the pressure some.

Finally it is time.  You get in you car and drive.  After
knocking on the door you enter a room with a receptionist
who takes you to another room and tells you to take off all
your clothes, after weighing you, checking your height, and
your vital signs.  You sit in the room on an examination
bed, the changeable paper wrinkly against the nude cheeks of
your butt. As you wait you can feel the air-conditioning
push up your legs and tickle the fine hairs of your scrotum.
You are excited and you can feel your penis thicken. But you
will it down, by thinking of work and what you still need to
accomplish.   Foot steps outside bring you back to the room
and how naked you are under the thin, light blue gown open
at the back.

He enters and has you lie on the bed on your stomach, your
bottom exposed to his gaze.  You feel his hand on your
cheeks as he says to you that there are only a few tests
they must do for you.  He lets you know they are videotaping
the examination and tests so that the video can be used in
medical training.  At first you feel slightly invaded, but
then you can feel once again blood rushing to your groin
with excitement about the young medical students who will
see you exposed and vulnerable on the examination table.

He puts on a latex glove, adds lubricant to his fingers, and
pushes against the tight ring of your anus, closed into a
fresh bud.  As he pushes you relax and your anus opens like
a flower.  His fingers enter you and he anoints your insides
with gel.  He removes his finger and you feel a prickle on
the edges of your anus as he touches you with cold steel
calipers, so he can measure the size of your slightly opened
bud.  They poke, a bit like pins, stinging into your flesh.
Then they are gone.  "Very good.  Very good" he says.  You
feel his fingers enter you again as they stretch and push,
searching for your prostate.

The he inserts something else. At first it is a little cold.
But then it warms from your own heat.  Your whole mind is on
what he is doing back there.  You cannot see it but you feel
every touch, every poke, every movement, with an unusually
heightened awareness.

Suddenly your body lifts from the bed in surprise.  He has
turned something on and it vibrates with in you.  Your body
feels like a thousand currents flow through it and across
it.  You tense and you fall, tense and fall, as he moves the
instrument in and out.

"Good, good" he says and you fall back on the bed, your
stomach heaving with feeling and you feel the puddle of
liquid under your groin that escaped from your penis.  It is
hard, harder than you remember it, aching underneath you to
be touched, to find release.

As your body rests a moment from the invasion you hear him
puttering around on a tray near the bed but out of your
vision.  Things rattle as he pokes through what sound like
metal and rubber instruments.  He turns to you again and
soothingly runs a hand along your back and over your
buttocks before asking you to spread your legs a little.  He
takes one thigh in his hand and pulls it aside, taking the
time to caress it briefly.  Your testicles hang against the
paper cover of the bed.  You can feel the sudden change of
temperature against them and groan lightly from the
sensation.  You can feel him looking at them and studying
them from behind.

He grabs them in his hand and massages them.  You can feel
him separating each of the strands of tubes within them
along which your sperm travels.  He runs each of your testes
through his finger.  You feel him touching all the edges of
their spongy roundness, looking for unusual spots.  "Good"
he grunts.  "Everything is good"

He pulls on them and you feel him slip a band around them,
tightening them and separating them from your body.  After
the band is tightly in place, he massages your scrotum
gently to calm you, but you rise from the bed from the
sensitivity of your gonads.  He runs his hand along the
shaft of your penis, pausing for a moment where it widens
and then runs his fingers over your glans, taking the drops
of moisture from the tip and spreading it over your rigid
penis.

Every sensation is heightened within you.  You feel his
fingers crossing every cell of your penis as if each were a
separate organ.

He slips something over your penis and pulls it down to the
base.  "We need a sample" he states simply and seemingly
dispassionately.  But you can hear his voice is becoming a
little husky.

After making sure the receptacle is in place and well
attached he slides his curved hand up and down your penis a
few times as your entire body tightens.   He stops, drops
your penis, and begins massaging the area behind your
scrotum.  The sense of immediate release diminishes in you
but you feel his touch spreading along the pathways of your
nerves until your whole body becomes sensitive even to the
slight movement of the air in the room.  He continues his
gentle rubbing between your anus and scrotum.  Your penis
stiffens even more, something you did not think possible and
you can feel the precum flowing from it into the receptacle.
The head of your penis is wet, surrounded by your own
moisture.

Again he touches your penis.  You feel like you will cum at
almost any minute.  He slides the sheath off your penis and
shows the receptacle to you, filled with your nectar.  "A
good amount" he grumbles.  "Perfect for the laboratory
analyses we must make."

You fall back on the paper.  Your nerves are charged.  You
want to cum.  "Please," you want to beg, "please make me
cum.  I can't wait any longer."  But you say nothing as you
hear him emptying your liquid into a container.

The door opens and you turn your head to try to see, but you
can't without lifting up.  So you just fall back on the bed.
Under you, you feel the moisture that had dripped from your
penis.  It formed large round spots that now press against
your abdomen.

"Is that the sample" the new person queries.  "I will take
it to the lab.  But I need to let you know the feed has gone
fuzzy.  I do not think we are taping any more."  He responds
"Ok.  Bring them in then."

You are nervous.  You wonder what is going on.  But he
stands away from you fiddling with more objects.  You hear
their dull rattles and knocks as they push against each
other.  Then you hear clicking on a keyboard, a rapid tattoo
of sound.  Your body is coming down from its high.  You
still feel on edge, but tiredness is spreading within you.
You want to sleep.  Still the clicking of keys.

The door opens.  You do not lift your head.  You are half
asleep by now, but you hear the shoes of four or five
persons as they click against the tile floor.  They gather
around you.  You can see two of them out of your half opened
eyes.  They are dressed in white coats and look like they
are maybe thirty years old.  An eagerness flirts with
seriousness and distance in their faces.

Again he caresses your buttocks and says "Now for the next
test.  Lift up please."

You slowly lift your hips.  You feel him running his gloved
finger along the edge of your anus.  With each passage it
feels like it glides more.  Your anus is slippery.  Blood
rushes again to your penis.  It grows and starts to feel
demanding.

"Apply the receptacle" he orders.  The man on your side, one
of the two you can see, with his blond hair spiked upward
and his glasses looking like they will fog at any minute
from the flush spreading across his neck and cheeks,
nervously grabs your penis.  You can feel his hands
trembling.  Your swell from his touch as more blood fills
your groin.  He slowly rolls the sheath of the receptacle
down your shaft.  His trembling is like a delicate vibrator
that you feel in the base of your spine.  Just as he secures
the base of it against your public hair, you feel a finger
pushing against your anus.  It gives way and swiftly the
finger enters you.  It pushes around for a minute and then
pulls out.  "I want each of you to reach in.  Feel for his
prostate just like we discussed in class."

One by one, you feel them push in, poke around and withdraw.
As one finishes you hear him pulling off his glove while the
next begins to tentatively poke your anus. The last one
withdraws and you suddenly feel something else, much larger,
it feels enormous as it pushes against you.  Uunh" you groan
as your back arches and you tense.  You had felt like you
would come at any minute, but now anxiety starts to grow in
you as it pushes against you with more stregth.  Your anus
stretches.  As it lets go you feel a sharp pain, like a
tear, as your anus grows to an unaccustomed size.

"The anus, gentlemen, is a sphincter muscle that can expand
to receive surprisingly large objects.  We shall test the
elasticity of this anus.  Please ready the different sized
medical dildos."

You hear the students opening a drawer, lifting things from
it with dull thuds, and a sound of thick squirting.  But
your attention is on what He has in you.  You feel full,
unbelievably full, as your colon becomes the center of your
consciousness.  He leaves it in you, although periodically
he will tap it from side to side.  The taps reverberate and
magnify within you as you feel the head of your penis become
soaked with liquid.

After a while, he pulls it from you, slowly, until it is
almost out.  Unconsciously you groan at the feeling of it
exiting against the sensitive nerves of your stretched anus.
For a while it hovers, just barely inside you, as he wiggles
it around, pushing against the muscles of your sphincter.
Then, without warning, he plunges it into you and you
collapse onto the bed as all the air rushes from your lungs.
As soon as it reaches bottom he pulls it back out, lingering
again at the lips of your anus as you begin a low moan.  It
stays for a while and then suddenly he snaps it from you and
your moan turns into a grunt of feeling.

You hear, as if from another place, the footsteps of the
people rearranging themselves around you. Something else
pushes against your sphincter hesitantly and cautiously.
You can feel that the student has never done this before and
is concerned about its impact on you.    At the front it is
thinner and soon enters your well lubricated and expanded
anus.  But you feel it thicken until again your anus is
forced to stretch with a bit of pain as it accommodates it.
As it pushes into you, slowly, agonizingly, you feel the
student reach forward and place his hand on the small of
your back, which he begins to gently rub as if to comfort
you somehow.  His rubbing expands up your spine and then
down onto your buttocks as it reaches it greatest point of
penetration.  You feel like a log has entered you, as if you
had become a flower dangling from a heavy tree branch.

The student's left hand reaches around your back and begins
to caress your belly as you tense from the invasion.  Your
face in scrunched from what is not quite pain, definitely
uncomfortable, but still stimulating.  You anus and colon
are the center of your world, as if you were entering some
kind of altered erotic state.

After leaving it in you for quite awhile the student slowly
withdraws it, leaving you with an absence where there had
been a presence. At the same time you are relieved it is
gone, yet you miss it.

Again the people shuffle around as you lay on the bed, very
conscious of your breathing and the space within you.  A
familiar hand reaches under your belly to lift you.  As you
raise your hips you open your eyes and look.  It is the
blond student with the spiked hair.  His eyes and face
communicate concern at the same time you see in them an
erotic charge that is breaking his strict scientific
discipline.

Something else is at your anus.  Since your sphincter had
not quite closed yet, the front of it enters easily.  You do
not tense.  It is relieving the emptiness.  You start to
slip into some kind of rapture until it gets too big.  You
feel like your anus will tear at any minute; it is so wide.
Again you start to moan in a mixture of pain and bliss.

The student at your side never removed his hand from your
belly.  While all the other students are focused on the
instrument entering you, he is feeling the tightness of your
abdomen as it stretches you.    It pushes deeper and again
you groan, more and you groan again.  As it reaches bottom
you are breathing in quick jerks from how it pushes your
sphincter and fills your middle.

You slowly become more accustomed to it.   You feel the
blond student's fingers playing with your pubic hair, while
its back side pushes and rubs against your straining penis.
You wonder how the hand got there.  Last you remember it was
still on your belly.  It moves around the base of your penis
and caresses your swollen scrotum. It is tight, tight and
full.  The student holds it softly in his hand before
beginning back towards your penis.  This time his hand
encloses your shaft, just as you feel the object within you
start its retraction.  As it pulls out of you, the hand on
your penis moves.  It is too much.  You moan, you groan, you
start making whimpering, almost pre-human sounds and explode
in a series of spurts that seems it will never stop as
electricity shoots throughout your body.

For a while you just lie on the bed, as if passed out.
Vaguely you hear him say to the students "That is enough for
today.  We will stop with the 15 cm diameter for now.  Most
of you come with me.  We have other work to do.  You stay
and get the sample.  Help the patient recover and then bring
it to the lab."

Footsteps sound, the door opens and they leave. Again you
feel the hand on your backside delicately tracing the lines
of your back.    He starts to emit a cooing, soothing sound,
while still running his hand, first one and now two, over
your back. "It's ok, he says.  Just rest.  When you are
ready I'll remove the sample."

Time passes.  You have no idea how much.  He is still there
caressing you and cooing.  Instead of feeling drained and
empty, your body starts to enjoy the touch.  Blood starts to
flow again to your groin.  You start to lift slightly to
receive his caresses.  The air in the room becomes charged.

You look.  It is the blond student, standing at your side,
arms outstretched.  As he turns slightly you can see his
white coat catch on something substantial stretching from
his middle.  You rise and drop as his hands dance over you.
His middle tempts you.  You raise your hand as he bends
over.  You touch it, then you grab it as he suddenly stops
and tenses.  Some sort of struggle seems to be taking place
within him, but he does not move back, away from your hand.
He does not lift your hand away.  He stands there, as if of
stone.  For a minute or so you wait and then you start to
move your hand up and down the protrusion.  He breathes out
quickly and starts caressing you again.  This time he moves
to your butt and slides his hand over and around the cheeks.
Then a hand moves between your cheeks and touched your
stretched and swollen anus.  It slides around it and over
it, as if calming its hurt, but raising the level of
hormones coursing through you.

You find the buttons on his coat and open it.  You reach in
and start caressing the front of his pants, where they bulge
as if to tear the fabric.  In your journey you find his
zipper.  Without thinking you pull it down and reach in.
Your hand touches his penis, slightly thicker than your own
with more veins.  Again he releases his breath suddenly
before breathing in slowly and deeply, as if in a moan.

His fingers enter you, this time with need.  They plunge in
and out as your sphincter easily accommodates them.
Suddenly he moves away from you and walks to your back.  His
fingers leave their nest within you and shift to your belly
as he pulls you backwards until your legs leave the bed and
you almost fall.  He holds you up and slowly lowers your
middle back to the bed, while your toes touch the floor.
Again his hands dance, this time with insistence, over your
back.  You can feel him move closer as his hands move upward
and he leans over you.

His penis silky but firm touches your anus.  He thrusts with
his pelvis and it enters you.  You both moan from the
feeling as his pubic hair scratches lightly against your
distended sphincter.  You feel him lying on your back as he
slowly lifts himself back up and starts thrusting.  At first
it is a slow rhythm.  He slaps against your behind like a
stately metronome.  Then it starts to pick up.  You can hear
him grunt and breathe.  The pulse increases until he his
marching against you backside while his penis finds new
space within you.  His hands grab you by the sides, lift
you, and pull you back a bit more.  He sustains you with one
hand while the other reaches under you.   It takes your
penis in its grasp as he snaps against you again and again.
You can feel him stiffening.  His movements are more jerky
and more intense.  His entire weight and soul is in his
thrusts.

You too are getting tenser.  You wish the hand on your penis
would start moving and so you begin making pelvic thrusts,
just to feel your penis slide.  At the same time you are
rising to receive him.  The thrusts quicken even more and
become even harder.  Suddenly he stops, deep within you.
His penis thickens.  You can feel the head pushing against
your colon as it swells. You push with your pelvis as you
feel him spurting within you. Then you too tense and hold as
sperm rushes from you.  You can feel it overflowing the
receptacle and pushing down the side of your penis as you
both collapse.

He pulls from you and with his head hanging on the edge of
embarrassment he reaches under you and slides the receptacle
off your spent penis.  It is sloppy.  He mumbles "I have to
get this to the lab" and rushes off.