My mother took me to the doctor due to a bad cold. It was probably a virus or even flu. The doctor wanted lab work and sent me to another suite in the same building. They drew blood and also wanted a urine sample.
I was assisted to the restroom by a young man who may have been a nurse but was more likely some sort of aide. He wanted to know whether I had ever given a urine sample before. I had not. So he came into the restroom with me and locked the door. Next he uncapped the plastic bottle and told me I was to pee just enough to fill the bottle about halfway. He asked if I understood what I was going to do. Then said to pull my "willy" out and get ready. He then took hold of my dick with his thumb and forefinger and directed it into the bottle.
When he had enough he told me to stop and put the cap back on the bottle. Then he asked me if I had massaged "willy" in the last 24 hours. I must have given him a funny look because I honestly didn't know what he meant. Without waiting for an answer he took another bottle out of his pocket and said he needed a different kind of sample. He manipulated my dick until I was erect, then suggested that I do the massaging myself. I kept quiet but was of course surprised that jacking off was part of giving samples for lab work. At any rate he held the little bottle close to my dick while I pumped. When I shot my load he capped the bottle and told me I was assisting medical research and he was proud of my cooperation - or some bullshit like that. I was 14. I wonder how many boys massaged their dicks for him.
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If this story had shown up on the OOTS blog I would have checked "Skeptical." But that is judging it by today's standards. Maybe it took place back in the 60's when people never challenged authority. I can sort of visualize the medical tech as one of the prancy-dancy types.
ReplyDeleteYour points might be valid, kids seemed to have less of a voice or authority years ago. Seems kind of sad.
DeleteAlso too this story was actually submitted to the other blog, yet I felt it was more appropriate here. Oh, and true we don't do voting on this blog. If we did, some most of the stories are observations, "Skeptical" or "Doubtful" would not be on the choices.
Back to the story, as a teen I visited a friend in the hospital. On the way out I stopped at the restroom. While I was pissing a guy in scrubs came in and stood next to me. I had the very weird feeling that he was sizing me up. Nothing happened, yet I felt like I had been standing on the edge of a volcano. Even today (more than 30 years later) I think "Hmmm" when I remember that day.
ReplyDeleteSo are we to assume Anon 6:49 is the OP adding additional experiences based on the post? If so thanks.
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