Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2003 19:54:25 -0700 From: dude sweet <dudesweet@hotmail.com> Subject: Jacking Off Scholarship Well it wasn't exactly a jacking off scholarship, but this is how it happened. I was at the doctors for a school sports physical. I was going out for the 7th grade basketball team. The school requires a physical for anybody who wants to play sports. And I hadn't had a physical since 2 years ago. Stripping to my underwear was not a big deal, because my mom sees me in my boxers all the time at home. I was a little embarrassed when I had to pull them down for the doctor to touch my balls and make me cough because I was growing bigger down there and had a little hair. But I was sort of turned away, so only the doctor got a good look. After I pull them up the doctor says "Everything looks fine, you are in very good health." Good. I figured I was anyway. Then he turns to my mom and says "Will you step into my office for a moment?" Then to me, "Don't worry, everything's fine, just sit tight. We'll be right back." Well I wondered what was wrong with me that he was gonna tell my mom? He said I was alright. And he didn't act worried or anything. And what did he mean by sit tight? Does that mean stay in boxers or get dressed? I figure it means stay in boxers, so I sit there on the paper thing that makes a noise every time I move or scratch. My mom comes into the room without the doctor. "Am I ok?" "Yes. Sweetie, your perfect, not to worry. The doctor talked to me about you participating in a study." "What kind of study?" "It's one on adolescence growth and development, sponsored by UCLA. The doctor wants to know if you would be willing to answer some questions about your development and sexuality. They would also keep a close watch on you weight and size." What? Just hearing the word sex from my mom embarrassed me. Shit, why couldn't my dad have brought me? Cause he works. Damn. He wants to ask me questions about my sex? LOL. I never had any sex, except with my hand. My dad told me about sex and masturbation last summer. "Now some of the questions and measurements might be a little embarrassing, so you have to decide if you want to do this." Embarrassing measurements? That can only mean one thing. They want to measure my dick. LOL. I do that every week. Its 4.75 inches. Soon to be five! Embarrassing questions? Other than jacking off questions, I couldn't think of any embarrassing questions. "You would need to come here every 3 months till you graduate from high school. If you complete the entire study, they will give you a scholarship to any California college you want to go to." A scholarship? For college? Wow. And all I have to do is let them measure my dick and answer a few stupid questions. What's the catch? "They also provide free health coverage as long as your in the program." Sounds like she really wants me to do it. It sounds a little embarrassing, but the doctor already saw my dick. And it sounds like a good deal to me. "They will also pay $20 per visit. That money will go to you, for you to spend." $20 times 4 times per year is $80 per year. Almost two Playstation 2 games per year. Sounds good. "Ok." I say. "Don't you have any questions?" "No." I mean I guess I'll figure it all out when I start. "When do I start?" "Today if your sure. Are you sure? Are you really, really sure?" "Yeah." I guess. Really, really sure? No. I'm not really, really sure about anything. She gets up to leave. "Ok you wait here, I'll tell the doctor." "Ok." It's a long wait. Finally he comes in. "Ok, Aaron, you gonna be in the study?" "Yeah." "You know its for the next 6 years, every 3 months?" "Yeah." "Do you have any questions?" the doctor asks me. "Not really." Yeah a million, but I will figure it out. "Ok, I'll be back in a second with the nurse. She will assist me with the measurements." He leaves. She will assist him with the measurements? Are we talking about my dick measurements? Its takes two people to measure my dick? What is it 3 feet long? Is it too late to change my mind? They come back in. I stand up. He takes a ton of measurements, my chest, waist, arms legs, neck, everything, calling out the numbers, she writes them down. He sends her out. "Ok, if you will pull off you shorts please." I do. He puts his tape measure on my dick. Yeah. On. My. Dick. It starts to get hard. "We need it erect to." He turns away from me to his papers. Erect? He wants me to get a boner I guess. "You want me to..." play with it? But I can't say it. Still turned away he says "Yes, whatever you need to do to get it hard." Ok. I play with it, feeling stupid. Not embarrassed exactly, just a new feeling of weirdness. "Ok." I say squeekingly, when its hard. Shit, I hate it when my voice does that. Which is all the time, especially when I'm nervous. Like now. He turns around and measures the length. Then he measures the circumference in 3 places. Kinda tickles. Kinda feels weird. "Ok lay down please." I do. He puts a baggie thing on my stomach. "We need a sperm sample now. Try to get it all on the collection bag." A sperm sample? From my dick, my boner? He wants me to jackoff right now? Uh, ok. He is turned to his papers. Well at least he's not watching. I do it. These stupid papers under me sure make a lot of noise. Man, it takes way longer than usual, probably cause I'm nervous. I jizz. He must have been listening cause he turns around. "Did you shoot beyond the collection bag?" "No sir." Shit, I squeek again. "Ok please squeeze out the last of it." I do. He wipes the tip of my dick with the collection bag. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" An orgasm? Ok, I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but I think I knew. "I jacked off last night. Is that what you mean?" "Yes. What time?" "About 9:15," my bedtime is nine. "Ok in the future, we need you to refrain from masturbating for 24 hours before your appointment. Do you understand?" "No jacking off for 1 day before I come here?" I say to made sure. "Exactly. Ok, get dressed and join me in my office for some questions." Shit when he opens the door, if someone was walking past they would have seen me naked. And with a boner. But they didn't. I get dressed, go out in the hall. A nurse shows me to his office. After a long wait he comes in. First he makes me promise to answer all the questions truthfully or I will be kicked out of the study. Then he starts on the questions. At first its embarrassing stuff. How long you been masturbating, how frequent, maximum, usual. Then it's a bunch or crazy questions like every had oral sex, anal sex, every masturbated someone else, ever done it in someone else's presence. Well all that was all funny to me, so I quickly answered no to them. "Ok that's it. Tell the receptionist you need a UCLA study appointment for 3 months. See you then, thank you very much." He shakes my hand. LOL, the hand I just jacked off with. Imagine, getting paid and getting a college scholarship just for jacking off. Cool.