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Friday, December 18, 2015

My First CMNM Party by elivativa

My First CMNM Party 

When I was in my 20s, I worked as a figure drawing model for art classes and private groups. I am now writing about these experiences.  My wife and I were both graduate students. We lived in a very affluent university town. To make extra money, I worked as a nude model. 
One day at a private drawing group, after I had finished my last pose, a new man in the group approached me before I had even had a chance to put on my robe. His name was Paul, and he asked if I could talk to him after I got dressed. When I had finished getting dressed in the corner of the room, I went up to Paul and we walked outside together.  He told me that he was a member of a group of men, all over 50 and very wealthy, who staged parties twice a year. They hired young men in their 20s to entertain them. The young men would strip off their clothes while the group members remained fully dressed.

I told him that I was not a dancer. He said that was fine - it was the stripping that interested in the group. They often hired artist models because artist models are comfortable being nude around clothed people and because the pay they offer is much higher than what artist models make.  I told him that I was quite thin and not at all a bodybuilder. He reminded me that he had just seen me naked, and the group likes all body types. He also told me that I obviously had a large penis, and the group did like that.

He then went on to tell me that in his opinion it was a shame that artist models are paid so poorly to be so generous with their bodies. They are willing to be nude in a room full of clothed people, they are willing to go into any pose suggested by the artists, they are willing to expose the most intimate parts of their bodies, and they are willing to accept some pain for the benefit of the artist drawing them.

Look at this class for example, he went on. In many poses, you were willing to show me your genitals. In one pose, you even showed us your anus. And I know you were in some discomfort during the last pose. Yes, you were getting paid, but for really not very much money at all. Our group highly respects what artist models do, and are glad to be able to give them more money.

I wondered how much they paid. Paul told me that it all depended upon how many people were at the party and how much they liked me. But he never saw anyone leave with less than $500. He also assured me that it was entirely up to me what I did. I would not be forced to do anything. I could leave whenever I wanted to. But how much I made depended upon how well I pleased them.  I told him I would do it, as I really needed the money. He said he would call me in a few days.

When I got home, I told my wife about this. She surprised me by telling me that before we had met, she had occasionally worked as a stripper for bachelor parties. She told me the parties were a lot of fun, and I should enjoy myself. Paul called me a few days later, and gave me the details of where I was to go. The party was to be held in a mansion owned by one of the group members in a few days. He also asked me to avoid ejaculating until the party so I would be very fresh. 

When I got to the party, the group members were already there. Everyone was old except for one fully dressed young man who was talking to Paul.  Paul motioned me over and introduced me to Sean. Sean was going to be the other entertainer tonight - there was originally going to three entertainers, but the other one cancelled at the last minute. Sean, who had entertained here before, was pleased that there were just going to be two of us, since we'd make more money that way.

Since Sean had done this once before, he went first. It would give me a chance to see what happened before I started. Paul told me that the men were very generous with their tips, what they gave depended upon how I had pleased them, and I would get my money at the end.

Paul announced to the group that they had two entertainers tonight, Sean and me. All the group members took their seats (the room was filled with couches and arm chairs). There were around thirty men in the group today. He reminded everyone that

Once he was fully aroused, he left the stage. I had been told that the men had to remain seated and they had to remain fully dressed at all time. But given those restrictions, the men could do whatever they liked with Sean. He walked up to each of the seated men in turn. Each old man would tell Sean what he wanted. Some wanted a lap dance, so Sean would rub his ass against their crotches. Some wanted to suck Sean. Some wanted to masturbate him. Some wanted to stroke his asshole (no penetration was allowed, but touching was fine). And some wanted to do everything.

I noticed that each of the men got up to put money in the tip box after they were done playing with Sean.
After Sean finished making his rounds, he left the room. It was now my turn. I went up on the stage and took my clothes off. I masturbated and got hard right away. It was tremendously exciting to be doing this in front of all these men, and having them watch me so attentively.

I then took a deep breath and left the stage. I went up to the first man. He was in his late 50s, bald, and quite fat. He made it very clear what he wanted when he grabbed my hips, spun me around and put me on his lap. I got feel his hard cock beneath my butt. So just like Sean, I started to rub my ass against his cock for a minute and then moved on. We were told to stay with each man for no more than a minute. The next man grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards his face. He took me in his mouth and sucked me for a minute. The next man threw me over his lap and played with my asshole for a little.

After the third man was finished playing, I took my first good look at the men in the room. I had assumed that I wouldn't know anyone, but actually I recognized a few of them. Two were artists who had drawn me in the past. One was my landlord. And one was a professor in my department.


So what did these men want? The artists both wanted to masturbate me, and since they were sitting on a couch together, they did this together. I learned later that they were a couple. The landlord wanted a lap dance. I think he may not have recognized me. The professor happened to be one of the last men I entertained. He also wanted a lap dance, and when I was finished with him, he said "See you soon, whore". I assumed he meant at school. I was a little embarrassed to see him there, but I figured that now we both knew something about each other.

After I had finally finished my rounds and served each group member, Paul came up to me with my clothes and walked me out of the room. I was still nude as we walked. Paul told me that I would get the money in the tip box after I got dressed. Paul told me that the group members were very happy with me, and he thought I had made more money than Sean did. He estimated that I made over $700.

Paul then told me that now I had a chance to make a lot more money. He said he would explain in a minute. We walked down a corridor, and I could hear some moaning coming from one of the rooms. I noticed a list of names on the door, and then we walked to another door that also had a list of names. This list was longer than the list on the first door; there were about 20 names on it, including Paul's name and the professor's name. The professor's name was the first on the list.

We opened the door, and I saw that the room contained a large bed in it. There was a tube of lubricant on a table next to the bed. Paul told me that the list of names were the people who had signed up to fuck me after the show. This was entirely up to me, and how much the man paid me was up to him, but each old man paid at least $100 to fuck the entertainer in the ass. So I stood to make at least $2000 more if I wanted to do this.

I told Paul that I had never been fucked in the ass before. He told me that was pretty obvious, and that the group members usually liked fucking straight men anyway. I thought how much better my life would be with the extra money, so I said yes. Paul left the room, and the professor entered in a few minutes. He took off his clothes and put some lube on his already hard cock. He told me to get on all fours, as that would be the most comfortable position for me to get fucked for the first time.

He got behind me and put his hands on my hips. He put the tip of his cock against my asshole, and penetrated me a little. My asshole resisted mightily. The professor noticed this and laughed. He said that he loved fucking a virgin because he had to really work at pushing himself in, which he found exciting. And it gave him a real sense of domination over me when he entered me fully, since he did this against the initial instincts of my body. And the resistance of my sphincter made it great for him since I was so tight.

So he pushed and pushed, and eventually was fully inside. Then he fucked me, slowly at first and then increasingly faster. The sensation of being fucked was pretty great once I was fully open. I could feel the professor's cock suddenly get even larger and then it started to throb. I knew he was coming inside me, and then I came also, even though I was not hard. My semen ran down the front of my thighs. The professor was thrilled that I had come. He said it showed true dominance when you could make a man come just by fucking him.

The professor got off the bed, opened the door, and another man walked in, fully nude with a large erection. I remembered that I had to fuck twenty men! I didn't even have a chance to wipe myself before the next one was in me. The professor stayed to watch the second man. My asshole resisted the initial penetration a little, but not as much as with the professor.

As the next man was fucking me, the professor started his lecture. He told me that the male body was built to be fucked anally. First, there are all the nerve endings around the anus - both men and women have this. These nerve endings could be a source of pain, but if a man is stimulated enough (as you had been during the show), the nerve endings will only report pleasure. And unlike a woman, a man also has a prostate gland. Stimulation of the prostate gland, which is most easily achieved with receptive anal sex, is all pleasure.

Men have evolved to enjoy being fucked in the ass. By the sounds of your moans, I can tell that you are enjoying it right now. And why would this be, he asked? As was usual, he answered his own question immediately. When a younger, weaker man offer his asshole to a dominant male to be fucked, the dominant male will first fuck him, but then protect and mentor him. The less dominant man gets accepted into the group, and eventually achieves a higher status and gets to reproduce. So a young man who enjoys being fucked in the ass has a better chance of survival and passing the trait of enjoyable anal sex to the next generation.

The professor does like to lecture, but this is the first time he ever lectured me with a man's penis in my ass! The second man eventually came, though no ejaculation this time from me. When the second man pulled out, I noticed that there was a crowd of nude men around me. All the others who were going to fuck me were in the room, watching me.

The next two wanted to work together. While one was fucking me, the other would have me suck him. After a few minutes, they switched. When the second cock was in my mouth, it tasted of lube, shit, and semen. Somehow they managed to both come at the same time. I didn't know what else to do with the semen in my mouth, so I swallowed it.

After that, it all blurs together in my mind. I do remember at one point being rolled over onto my back. Two men would hold my legs in the air, while another man fucked me. Behind fucked with my legs spread wide felt very feminine. Paul was one of the last men to come to me. He asked that I get back on hands and knees as that was his favorite position, as it permitted deeper penetration.

I remember telling him that it was too bad that there was absolutely no asshole resistance anymore, and I hoped it was still pleasurable for him, as it was for me. He told me that he absolutely loved being one of the last - by that point my asshole is so soft, welcoming and wet. My asshole is basically a cunt at that point, open and ready to be fucked, and he loves fucking a man with a cunt, as I have right now.

The professor then added that since the male asshole does not self-lubricate as the vagina does. So we have to use an artificial lubricant. You may have noticed that only the first few men used the tube of lube before entering you. The semen that we have all been ejaculating into you has served as the best possible lubricant for the men to follow. It's not just that the male asshole has evolved to be fucked - the male asshole has actually evolved to be gangbanged.

Because it was basically one man after the other in my asshole, when the last man finished, almost all their semen was still inside me. When he pulled out of me, all the men were behind me watching. They applauded as their semen rushed out of me. I was getting soaked! Then everyone but Paul left the room. He walked me to a bathroom were I could shower before I got dressed. Before I showered, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was covered in semen. My asshole was very red, very wet, and very wide open.

After I showered and got dressed, Paul came up to me with my envelope. It contained over $3000. He also told me that the group had made a video of my performance, and they would certainly enjoy watching it. They also traded videos with other groups like theirs around the world. If I wanted to travel and have my performances pay for me travel, he would be happy to set this up for me.

When I got home, I told my wife about the whole experience. She was glad to get the money, and was glad that I basically had a good time. When I told her that I would do it again, she told me that she wasn't surprised.  When she was a bachelor party stripper, it was understood that any man at the party could fuck her afterwards for a fee. She told me she sometimes was used by over 30 men. And once in a while, if I was out of town, she still did this. It paid so much money, and was also a lot of fun. She really enjoyed all the attention and enjoyed knowing that all those men wanted to fuck her.

She gave me a hug, and was glad that I was so open about all this. She told me that from now on, we could both openly be gang bang whores.

They should put their tips into a box next to the stage immediately after being served by the entertainer. Sean walked up to a small stage. He stripped off his clothes slowly until he was nude. He then masturbated until he had an erection.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Neighbor's Son

The Neighbor's Son by xplorer2000
Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Boy, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Gay, Oral Sex, Young

Introduction:     A straight man finds ecstasy on the other side with his neighbor's son.

"May I help you sir?" The motel clerk was a pleasant looking middle aged woman. She seemed unusually perky considering it was almost midnight. 

"I'd like a room for two, please."

"King or two doubles?" she asked.

I took a quick glance out the glass doors to make sure she couldn't see my passenger in the car. I deliberately parked just out of view.

"King, please."

What would she think if she knew that I, a 45 year old happily married man, had an 18 year old boy in the car? And what was I thinking? Did I really believe anything was going to happen tonight with Brandon? Should I change my mind and get the two double beds? I knew that would be the right thing to do but I left it as it was. Hopefully, Brandon wouldn't mind. I paid with a credit card, took the key card, and walked out to the car.

Brandon was the son of our neighbor, Julie. My wife, Cheryl, and I moved in across the street from them about five years earlier. Brandon's parents had recently been divorced and his mom got Brandon and the house. She and my wife became good friends over the years. Now Brandon was off to college. His mom wanted to drive him down but it's an eight hour drive each way and she was in the middle of closing a very important deal at work so, she couldn't get away. I am self employed and make my own hours, so the wife volunteered me. I didn't mind, I liked Brandon and enjoyed his company. The plan was to drive up the day before and stay in a motel. That way we could get Brandon moved into his room the next morning and I could get back home in the afternoon.

The problem was that I had recently found out Brandon was gay. That he was gay was not the
problem, that I knew about it and couldn’t stop thinking about it, was. Over the last few years I had been curious about being with another man. I'd never so much as touched another man's penis or even seen one erect, except in porn, and since finding out about Brandon, I'd been fantasizing about sucking his cock. It had become an obsession. Now that there might be an opportunity, I had no idea how to approach it. I couldn’t exactly just ask him, "can I suck your dick?" What if he freaked out and told his mom. She would have then, most certainly, told my wife. All I could do was take it slow and see what happened.

When I got back to the car, Brandon was half asleep with his head on a pillow leaning against the passenger window.

"I've got some bad news. They only have one room left and it has a king sized bed," I lied. “If you want, we can drive a little further and see if we can find a room with two beds."

"I don't mind if you don't," he said. “We’ve been driving forever and I just want to get to bed."

We had gotten a late start and hit bad weather and heavy traffic. The eight hour trip turned out to take eleven. I was relieved he didn't want to look for another motel but nervous about what to do next.

The room was a typical motel room with a king sized bed, TV, and a small desk. The sink and vanity was in an open alcove at the far side of the room with the toilet and shower behind a separate door. I decided to walk across the street to the convenience store to get some beer; liquid courage.

"That sounds good, do you mind if I have one?" Brandon asked.

"You don't think your mom will mind?" I immediately regretted putting myself in the adult chaperone mode, especially since we hit it off so well on the drive down.

"Nah, she lets me have wine with dinner all the time. Besides, I'm going to college; I think she knows I'm going to have a beer every once in awhile."

I left to get a six-pack, aware that it might be just what I need to break the ice. Brandon had a runner's build but only weighed about 120 lbs. One or two beers might be all that was needed to lower his inhibitions.

When I returned, I was disappointed to find that Brandon had changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt. He apparently planned to go to bed fully clothed. We both grabbed a beer and Brandon flipped on the TV. I finished half my beer before announcing I was going to take a shower, stripping down to my boxers before going into the bathroom. I was hoping to see some kind of response from Brandon. He glanced at me and I thought I saw him sneak a peek at my crotch but I couldn't be sure. It was probably just wishful thinking. I kept myself in good shape but what are the chances an 18-year-old would find a guy my age attractive. 

By the time I got into the shower I was horny as hell but I resisted the urge to jack-off. I knew that was probably the only relief I was going to get but I was still holding out hope that something might happen with Brandon. I stepped back into the room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I was able to calm my cock a little but it was still semi-erect and the towel barely concealed it. I decided to throw caution to the wind and put on clean boxers in front of Brandon. After all, we were two men and it wouldn't be that unusual to change in front of him. I dropped my towel to the floor and pulled out a clean pair of boxers from my bag. I was turned to the side, giving Brandon a good view of my cock without being too obvious. I'm average sized, about six inches and not very thick. I don't know if he was impressed, but Brandon was definitely staring straight at it. 

I put on my boxers, grabbed another beer, and crawled under the covers. I noticed that Brandon had grabbed a second beer. He also wanted to take a shower but, to my disappointment, went into the bathroom to get undressed. He grabbed a third beer and took it in with him. The alcohol couldn't hurt, I thought. I considered ordering some porn but thought that would be too obvious and just watched the news instead. 

By the time Brandon got out of the shower I had drifted off and was startled awake. I watched him at the sink brushing his teeth, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Brandon had long, straight dark brown hair that reached just below his collar. His skin was olive, making him appear Mediterranean. He had a muscular back but a small waist. The tight fitting towel showed a tight ass leading to thin but strong legs.

Brandon turned off the light above the sink and walked to the side of the bed. I could just make out the outline of his dick under the towel before he turned the lamp off, leaving only the light from outside, peeking around the curtains. 

"How was the shower?" I asked.

"Nice and hot," he said. "I needed it to warm up, it's freezing in here."

"You want me to turn the temperature up on the thermostat?" I offered.

"No, I'll be fine once I get under the blanket."

Brandon took off the towel and threw it on the floor. I could barely make out in the dim light that he wasn't wearing shorts. He got under the covers and lay on his left side with his back to me. That wasn't a good sign and there was also way too much space between us. I was resigned that Brandon did not share my fantasy. My cock was rock hard and poking straight up creating a tent in the covers. I rolled onto my side facing Brandon and decided to wait for him to fall asleep so I could quietly beat-off in the sheets. 

Brandon's breathing seemed to grow steady after about fifteen minutes. I feigned stretching and reached out touching him with my right hand, letting it rest on the small of his back. If he woke up, I would just pretend to be sleeping. Suddenly, he shifted and mumbled something about being cold again and then scooted backwards so that he was only inches away. I moved my hand to his waist. He was so close, I could feel his body heat. I realized that if I moved forward an inch or two that the head of my hard dick would be touching his butt, but I didn't dare.

Was he awake? I couldn't tell by his breathing but he was laying perfectly still. Under the guise of being asleep, I let my right hand drift to his stomach. If he stirred I would just roll over and he would assume it was done unintentionally. I slowly moved my fingers feeling his thin stomach hairs on his tight abs. Then I felt his hand on mine. I froze, still unsure if he was asleep. After being frozen with his hand on mine for a minute, I felt Brandon's hand pushing mine downward to his groin, down past his soft pubic hair to his fully erect cock. I lightly put my fingers around it. I gripped it slowly, still unsure if he was awake or possibly dreaming. I moved my fingers up his shaft and felt a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Then slowly moved my hand back down and slowly massaged his nearly hairless balls. 

Brandon grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around his shaft and slowly directed it up and down. I took the hint and slowly started jacking him. He moaned lightly and I knew he had to be awake. I moved closer until my dick was pushing against the crack of his ass and continued stroking his shaft. Brandon rolled over to his back and threw the covers off, allowing me better access to his body. I could see the shadow of his dick, hard and slightly curved upwards towards his chest. I couldn't wait any longer to taste him. I moved up on my left elbow and grabbed him with my free hand, guiding his crowned staff to my mouth. I licked the head, tasting his pre-cum, then slid my tongue slowly up and down the shaft, bathing him in my saliva. Then I took him until my mouth. His shaft felt like silk wrapped around hard wood. It was thin enough for me to easily get into my mouth. I slowly took him deeper and deeper until I felt the head at the back of my throat. My nose was pressed against his pubes and I realized I had him completely in my mouth. I was proud that I wasn't gagging at all. It was hard to believe how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth.

Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down, gliding my lips and tongue along his shaft. I could tell it was having the desired effect on Brandon as his breathing got heavier. I alternated between sucking and licking as I massaged his balls. Brandon lifted his pelvis to meet my mouth as he held my head. My own erection was harder than ever as I came to the realization that I was a cock sucker. Gay, straight, or bisexual, I was actually sucking a cock. 

I felt his manhood pulsate just as Brandon warned that he was cumming, releasing his grip on my head so I could pull away. But I couldn’t, I had to have his sperm in my mouth. Brandon grunted and moaned and I felt his body spasm as he came. The first spurt came as I had him deep in my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat. I adjusted so the head was just inside my lips allowing the second and third spurts to shoot across my tongue. 

Brandon reached over and flipped on the lamp as I continued to lick and suck on his penis, doing my best to clean-up every last drop of cum. Then Brandon opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He must have placed it there anticipating, or at least hoping, that something might happen between us.

“I want you to fuck me Steve,” he whispered.

“Okay,” was all I could say.

Brandon squeezed some lube on his hand and then spread it over my erect penis. Then he handed me the tube and rolled onto his stomach. I knew what to do. I spread his ass cheeks and squirted a little directly on his love hole. I rubbed it in, using my fingers, slipping one and then two fingers inside. 

He raised his butt slightly and spread his knees, signaling that he was ready. I pressed my cock head against his rosebud and pushed forward. With a little effort the head slipped in. I took it slow, pushing in a centimeter at a time, pushing in and then pulling back before pushing in a little deeper. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Soon my cock was buried in his ass. I started pumping rhythmically. It was so tight, I could see why some people preferred anal sex to vaginal.

With my hands on his hips, I pumped harder and harder. Brandon had his face turned to the side and I 
could see the pleasure he was feeling with every stroke. I reached around to grab his cock and found it hard as stone. The feel of his cock and the look on his face only heightened my arousal. Soon, my primitive side was taking over; my sole purpose in life was to cum deep in his ass. By then, Brandon had pushed my hand away and was jacking himself off. My orgasm swept through me and I shot load after load deep inside Brandon. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard and so much.

Brandon came in turn and buckled beneath me. I collapsed on top of him and kissed his neck. As my dick softened I rolled onto my side and Brandon did the same. We fell asleep spooning with my hand resting on his now flaccid dick. 

I woke up early and decided to take another shower. As the hot water flowed down my body I thought about what had happened. Had Brandon liked and wanted it as much as I had, or did the alcohol make him give in. He had at least three beers, maybe four. He had to have been at least a little drunk. I dreaded the thought that last night was a one time occurrence, or worse, that he would think I took advantage of him.

I was startled when the shower curtains opened. Brandon stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. Then he dropped to his knees and gave me a slow passionate blowjob, one like I had never had before. I came in his mouth and Brandon swallowed every drop. 

We washed each other rubbing soap over every inch of our bodies. When we were done I picked up Brandon and carried him to the bed, still soaking wet. I threw him on the bed and devoured his cock. I couldn’t get enough of it, sucking and licking his rod and his balls, tasting every inch. Like a starving man eating his last piece of bread, I savored his cock knowing that it might be a long, long time before I would have it again.

Brandon came all too soon and I knew we had to get going. We had breakfast at a restaurant next to the motel and then made the twenty minute drive to campus. We talked about college, Brandon’s future, the weather, and anything but what had happened. After we carried all of his things to his dorm, Brandon walked me back to my car. He gave me a long, tight hug. I felt my cock getting aroused and wondered if people nearby could tell that we were lovers. I realized I was being paranoid, anyone watching would just assume that we were father and son saying goodbye.

About a week later, Julie was visiting and I asked about Brandon. 

“It’s funny,” she said. “when he left, he made it clear he wasn’t going to be coming home often, maybe not even for Thanksgiving. Now he wants to come home for Columbus Day weekend. I think he misses his momma.”

Somehow I knew, Mom was not who he was missing.

Embarrassed Naked Male Short Stories, Part 1

I remember a day from when I was 15. I got off school early because I had a doctor's appointment. Should have been a fairly normal thing, a usual check up. Little did I know how far out of my comfort zone I was going to go that day.

I arrived at the office and waited in the lobby with my parents. We had already discussed that I was old enough to go into the examination room alone so we were just waiting for my name to be called. There was a cute blond girl about my age who would look at me and look away quickly as I caught her gaze. I could feel myself blushing so I'd hide my face and look away.

"Sam?" that was my cue to head into the exam room. 
"So we here you're old enough to go in by yourself?" I nodded in agreement.
"Well that's true, you are 15 and you are going through puberty now as well."
I hesitated a reply. 

"It's okay it's natural. But we'll need to examine your penis and testicles to make sure you're growing properly, so before we weigh you and measure your height, we'll need you to strip completely naked"
"What?" I felt my voice crack. "But I've never been naked in front of anyone before since I was a child!" It's true, I have a girlfriend but we've never seen each other naked before.
"Well you're old enough to be mature about nudity now. It's natural. I'm a nurse I've seen many people naked and I've seen many penises it's okay!"

These amateur photos of guys naked in public situations were forwarded in a group email message from  Ben (BuckleBuddy) on the PublicNakedGuys, A Yahoo group

I hesitantly took my shirt off, next came my pants and socks and finally, with a pause, I dropped my underwear to my feet. The nurse smiled like it was nothing and took my clothes into another room. I stepped on a scale facing her and covering my crotch while she weighed me and measured my height. She then directed me into an adjoined room. 

I sat on the paper on the raised bed and it was cold, that sudden chill making giving me a very hard and unexpected erection. Pointing up at about 4 and a half inches, I tried not to think about it, hoping it would go down before the doctor came in.

"Sam! We need you to come out and sign this sheet." I heard my mom call.
"Mom can you please come in here and bring it?" I replied.

"Get your lazy butt out here, it'll only take a second." I wasn't sure how to break it to my mom that I was butt naked without yelling it out to her and embarrassing myself. I opened the door slightly and when I noticed I caught her attention I opened it enough that she could see I was nude but without seeing my crotch.

"Oh come on Sam, this is a doctor's office no one will care if you're naked. Get over here or your grounded. I'm not arguing with you."

I couldn't believe my mom was going to make me walk out there butt naked in front of all of those people. I prayed that the cute blonde wasn't there. I covered what I could of my boner and slowly walked out. I felt my heart drop in horror as I met her gaze walking out. 

She smilled at me and looked away quickly.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it? Now we need you to sign this sheet so for future reference you can come here on your own for check ups without us from now on."
I whispered "mom can I take this to the other room? I kind of need both hands to... y'know..."
My mother pulled my hand away from my crotch "Stop fooling around Sam this will only take a moment."
I felt my boner shoot up in plain view of everyone including the cute blonde. I saw her eyes go straight to my crotch and she smiled again in sort of a laugh. I quickly signed the sheet and covered it up again, humiliated that I was in plain view of at least 10 different people. 

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" My mom said slapping my butt. "Head back in the room."

I covered my penis and ran as fast as I could. My boner refused to go down but the doctor didn't mind. He told me it was natural and I shouldn't feel ashamed. But somehow I did. As we left the blonde was still there and she gave me a small wave. I smiled back and I could feel myself blushing. I wish I had gotten her name or something. I went home and locked myself in my room and masturbated a few times that day, imagining myself having sex with her. Part of me was almost glad she had seen me naked...