Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 14:58:56 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I am hot for Endomorphs, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

"I am hot for Endomorphs, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical


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+++You may not know the word mesomorphs and if you are under 18
        you will not learn it from reading this erotic story because I ask
        That you go to your room with milk and cookies.  Those over this
        critical age may stay and be corrupted.


In the year 1840 I was in my last year at the London School of Medicine.
This coincided with my twenty-second year on Earth.

The teaching was spotty to say the least.  I thought that the knowledge of
curing diseases had not progressed much in the last one hundred years.
That was the reason I chose to specialize, after earning my degree, in
surgery.  The discovery of Chloroform had greatly changed bone cutting to a
tolerable procedure.  Heretofore it had been like torture.

An offer came to the college to pay a student handsomely for a three month
assignment with the Guardsmen.  No, not an enlistment, but a medical
function.  The position was to give a health check of those applying and to
determine if they were fit for service.

I applied and was accepted.  I was assigned a small windowless office
furnished with a cabinet for supplies, an examining table plus two chairs and
a desk.  All was painted white as it was believed that the color alone
provided a sterile environment.

I swelled with pride at the rough sign on the door: "Doctor Bernard." They
had apparently decided to omit my last name of Faunly as Faunly Park was
well know as the estate of my family.  Yes, I come from the land owner
class, though not the richest.  My father, The duke was respected in Lords.
You can imagine his displeasure that I chose the medicine for my profession.
He believed it to be about as distinguished as shoe making.

My name Bernard was to be pronounced in several different ways.  My new
patients, short time of course, would say Bernard with accent on the first
syllable.  Others would pronounce it with stress on the final.  My mother, the
Duchess called me Bernid.  That, I believe, is the upper class way.

The Guardsmen's ranks had become thin because of retirement.  About
thirty new recruits were required.  My job was to filter out those mentally or
physically ill.

My superiors had no knowledge of the physical and mental testing so I was
free to devise my own procedures.  They, of course, involved the recruit
stripping naked.  I laugh inwardly with glee at what lay ahead.

A word about me.  I am a handsome chap but all is in miniature.  Yes, I am
a mere five feet two inches in height though all is in fine proportion, except
for my prick which is that of a much taller fellow.  "A pocket beauty," my
Aunt Rose said.  She was always outrageous in her utterances.  But this was
accurate.  My fine grained skin and fair cheeks blushed with permanent
embarrassment.  "Those serious brown eyes!" cooed another older female,
who added that they might break one's heart if one stared at them too long.

But this pretty fellow was not a model of the kind of chap I admired.  Yes I
had broad shoulders and a small waist that emphasized my pert buns and a
stage star's perfect features, but I was what scientists call a mesomorph.
That is the name for a man who has the ideal physique glorified in art and
stage.

The kind of man who quickens my heart is called a endomorph.  You've seen
them as you made your way in London streets.  He may the coachman, or
the fellow roofing a cottage, or most exciting, a prize fighter.  This sport,
though still clandestine, boasted the best opportunity to view these lovely
men.  Best of all, the sport itself, requires the fighters to be naked to the
waist and with brawny arms exposed.  Also, for me, there is an added
excitement that makes me faint with excitement.  That is the knockout and
the change from an aggressive lad to one almost sleeping.  I am damp with
excitement as I talk about this to you.

The endomorph is a picture of male aggression and competence.  Usually his
brawny body has the counter point of a baby face with small features and
cute lips.

When I arrived today for my first stint of examinations I noted that there
were at least ten chaps waiting on chairs in the anteroom.  A quick glance
indicated that they were a mixed group, some seemed to possess stupid
faces and all most all were dirty and could use a shave.  I realized, at that
moment, that I would be in contact with the flotsam and jetsam of London.



I stuck my head out of the door and called to the sergeant in charge.  He
was not wearing the colorful uniform to day but one of khaki.

"Sergeant, these are a dirty bunch, perhaps bearing lice and other disease
causing guests on their body.  I wish to have them all to take a wash up and
present themselves for examination with a towel or small sheet for privacy."

"Sir, we have no spigots for them to use.  I could get them to bring in
buckets from the outside well but the water would be frigid from today's icy
weather."

"No mind of their cold, do it."

As I watched, six or seven large buckets, were brought in brimming with
clears water from the well outside.  The men dutifully disrobed and used a
cloth and soap to wash themselves.  I noted with dismay that the water soon
turned inky from there dirt and buckets had to be dumped and refilled.  But
even with my nose curled in disgust I had to admire the white wet shiny
flesh revealed.  Some had prodigious pubic hair growth that almost hid their
sex, others were boyish in their development.  Naturally my eyes lingered
long on my favorite bulky boys.

I returned to my small examining room.  In a few minutes the burly sergeant
at arms poked his head in the door.

"The first victim is ready sir."

"Send him in," I ordered, trying to assert some superiority over the cheeky
chap.

In strode a delightful boy.  Just out of his teens I would judge.   His lively
dark brown eyes swept the room and settled on my small form.  He smiled
and said, "You must be the medical assistant.  Shall I wait for the doctor, or
will you do the exam?"

I was intrigued by his error and decided to play along with it.  He obviously
thought I was his equal in what he thought was my lowly station.

"I shall enjoy your examination.  You are a pretty fellow.  Should we not be
both naked?"

I laughed.  That would be absurd, I thought and quickly ordered him to
discard his small towel and stand before me.

He did so with a show of bravado and there he stood, a model of male
beauty with broad shoulders and an absurdly small waist that emphasized
his large hanging penis and tentacles.  He was mostly unhairy but his
underarms were prodigiously covered with the same dark gl0ssy hair as that
on his hair.  That was matched by luxuriant pubic hair.

"Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?"  I asked this as I lifted his
arm to check his underarm hair for nits.  Little beads of nervous sweat
decorated his hair like tiny diamonds as the overhead fixture of many candle
light lit them.

"Unfortunately I do not have enough sex to produce such a malady."

Such humor, I thought reveals a fine intelligence.

"If you are approved by the Guards, you might be a candidate for a great
deal of admiration by the opposite sex I am told."

Then fixing me with a strong stare and firm voice, he said, "If is not the
opposite sex I seek.  How about you?"

This was out of order and dangerous for me to pursue but his words, his
curvy lips had begun to produce a strong fattening of my prong.  If showed
in the front of my thin white trousers.

In a moment, watching me craftily for my reaction his slim well formed hand
bushed across the bulge in my medical pants.  I gasped.  He chuckled.

"So you are not as stoic as you pretend pretty sir."

My face was aflame and he further pressed his advance.  "Lock the door and
drop those foolish pantaloons.

Like an automaton I obeyed this handsome boy.  In a second the loose
trousers slid down my hairy legs and landed with a puddle at my ankles.

Now as my gently curving organ was revealed it was his turn to gasp.

"You are beyond desire."  I saw his mouth dripping spit in anticipation of
tasting its flavor.  Suddenly my eyes rolled up in helpless passion as his
searing mouth slid over my pulsing prick.  Soon the room was filled with my
soft moans and his slurping.

This onslaught was so sudden and so intense that I could not summon my
usual ability to withhold my spunking and with a mighty cry I cannonaded a
heavy discharge which he valiantly strove to capture in his eager craw.

At last I finished my ecstasy and he his avid drinking of my essence.  We
parted and looked at each other in wonder.  How had this intimate exchange
occurred?  Why hadn't I remembered to lock the door?  What would be the
effect on his recruitment since I hadn't examined him, though he seemed
clean and in good health.

He stood up, his prick was rampant.  He looked at me questioningly asking
with pleading eyes for help.  I signaled that I was finished with him by
roughly drawing up my trousers and picking up my quill and board.

"Does this mean I am accepted?"

"You are most accepted and acceptable."

He giggled and carrying his blue slip of approval slid out the door.

As his figure vanished I called to the Sergeant, "Next!."



End of Part One