Admin stuff: first time writing or submitting a story here or anywhere. Happened about a month ago, and as an avid reader here, felt it was only right to try and share. Good stuff starts after ~~~~
Surprise this is a story about my balls. Testicular ultrasounds are a thing apparently. Earlier this year I was having testicular pain, and after 2 big strong male doctors did lots of palpation over the course of multiple visits, they determined it was nothing serious, but wanted imaging done just to be safe.
The pain had completely subsided by the time my radiology appointment came, but I went none the less, not willing to take any chances. My hospital is the least busy of one of half a dozen all crammed into a few city blocks in my large metropolitan area. Additionally, my appointment was in the evening on a Monday, apparently hospitals don’t close at 5. This is all relevant, because you probably wouldn’t believe that the hospital was an absolute ghost town otherwise. I saw less than a half dozen people in the 15 minutes it took me to find check in desk. After inturruping the radiology receptionists netflix show, I was directed to a smaller waiting area specifically for ultrasound, and that’s where I waited.
If you’ve never had any kind of hands on, spread your business exam, there’s nothing sexual about it. I’ve had a dozen or so of these types of visits in my life, and I’m not even 30. I’ve even been the catheter practice patient for a large group of med students, and while it’s not pleasant, it’s either so professional and uncomfortable, everyone just wants to get it over with, or it’s a lighthearted professionals doing their job and I’m a patient getting a service, just like getting my teeth cleaned etc. I hadn’t given a second thought about the ultrasound I was about to get, I figured it would take a minute or two, make the usual small talk, and I would be on my way hoping for favorable results.
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So, im sitting there watching some garbage gameshow rerun, because I’m so deep into the innards of this hospital that I have zero reception, when the first person I’ve seen in 20 minutes walks in greets me, and tells me to follow her. As soon as I looked down from the TV and took her in, the only thing I could think was “oh fuck”, and not in a fun way. She was hot, to say the least. Atleast a full foot shorter than me, olive skin, dark hair, tight athletic features, and deep dark eyes. I absolutely was not staring at her body however, as soon as she got my attention and we made eye contact I felt like I had 1000lbs on my shoulders. The next closest human I knew of was the receptionist who was a 3 minute walk down a maze of corridors away. And now, this poor girl had to be alone with me and my balls for however long this was going to take. Maybe I can’t articulate it well, maybe I’m just a bad person, but all I felt was absolute guilt about being in that situation with her.
For reference, I’m tall, handsome, and well endowed. Atleast 2 of those are true, and I am well endowed. Think of whatever number makes it hottest for you and go with that. I’m generally pretty confident and don’t have trouble talking to people regardless of the situation (I had fun during catheter training day for example) but I felt like an absolute robot following her through the hallways to the exam room. I was walking and breathing in manual mode. We got into the exam room and the door clicked so loudly when it shut itself. She hid behind the curtain running the length of the small room while I disrobed from the waste down (I kept my socks on) and laid down on the paper clad table. She told me to cover myself with the towel while she got everything ready, then had me expose just my testicles from beneath the towel so she could begin.
I’ve been in some tense situations in my short life, but laying there, just a man in a t shirt and socks, staring the the ceiling with my hands folded on my chest, while a petite, hot, 20 something that I’m absolutely isolated with snaps on rubber gloves, was absolutely the most tense I’ve ever been. It was hard to breathe. Before I could gather any cohert or productive thought, she began. And it was instant relief.
It immediately became just like every other exam I’ve ever had. She started some small talk with me, because there was zero chance I was going to open my mouth first or make any kind of acknowledgment of our current situation. We just chatted as she pressed what felt like a warm wii-mote covered in cold lube against my testicles while the big wii it was attached to on the cart beeped. I say felt like, because at this point there was 0 chance I was going to raise my head and try and see what she was doing. It was going great, I was so happy to be in a relaxed situation again, just talking to another human while we went about our respective days.
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“OK, almost finished”, she said as she, for the first time, cupped my balls with her free gloved hand while she continued scanning with the other. As soon as I felt her hand, all progress I made in being a decent human was gone. She started asking me a question, but I forgot english. She was gently rolling me around in her hand while working, and it was the best physical sensation I’ve ever felt. I became hard instantly, I wasn’t breathing, I felt so guilty, being an absolute creep to this medical professional doing her job. I got so hard so fast, my length slipped out from around the side of the towel, and I remember feeling the still air in the room on myself. I was absolutely throbbing. Still having trouble breathing, for the first time since I got on that table I turned my head and looked at her face. I presumed she had just finished asking her question as her eyes were there to meet mine, but I could tell there was an amount of surprise in her eyes. “I’m sorry”, is all I could muster. I didn’t dare reach down and try and fix myself back under the towel, I didn’t want her to think I was trying to touch myself or interfere with her work.
“Seriously, it’s not a big deal, just try and relax”, she said, as I watched her smile and turn back towards her work. She was gently easing her fingers around me, being so careful but purposeful. She adjusted her hand so her thumb was resting at the base of my cock, and I could feel how hard I was throbbing against her now. I noticed the machine hadn’t been beeping for a while, and I saw her smile again as she looked back over toward it’s screen. “I don’t diagnose patients, but I wouldn’t be be stressed about this if I were you”. I smiled like an idiot and and said “that’s great news”. My voice probably cracked. I could feel her thumb moving back and forth against the base of me now, while her fingers slowly massaged the back of my scrotum. Her hand working the scanner had all but stopped moving, just maintaining contact against me.
She had stopped looking back towards me even though I was still looking at her face. She was staring at my hard dick while working on me. Through her mask, I could tell she was blushing. She was just noticeably restless in her chair, her professional armor chipping just slightly. She turned and cleared her throat, “I wanna make sure I don’t miss anything, can you tell me if I touch an area that hurts?”. Her voice was a little higher than before, and her eyes didn’t look surprised anymore. Without hesitating or letting go of me, she put the scanner down and wrapped her small fingers around the base of my cock, motionless. She wrapped her other hand completely around my balls, pushing her fingers in at certain points asking “here?”.
I could only say no. I was already panting. I felt high on dopamine and adrenaline.
“You can look” she told me plainly. I uncrossed my arms and looked down for the first time, putting visual reference to the touch. Her hands looked even smaller wrapped around me, the tips of her fingers barely touching each other. My balls looked like apples in her hands. She stood and bent over me just slightly, and began stroking me so slowly, the strange, not as cold as before lube pooling on the edges of her gloves. It was absolute bliss. She was so focused on what she was doing, now stroking me faster, up the entire length. There was no pretending, she was getting me off and we were both enjoying it.
Her leg brushed against my hand, and we made first incidental contact, which felt more shocking then her touching my groin at first. She recoiled at first, then moved her leg thigh back against where my hand rested. I moved my gaze to her body, taking it in unashamed now. Her scrubs were form fitting but not inappropriate, and her figure as she stood perpendicular to me, slightly bent over was an amazing sight. As I began massaging her upper thighs with my hand, she angled herself so her ass was pointed more towards me, and bent herself over so she was resting her torso across my abdomen, with her face towards my dick, but still standing on the ground. With that invitation, worked towards the top of her thighs and felt her skin through her clothes getting hotter the higher I went, finally settling at her pussy. I did my best to tease her, as she had done to me, but soon found myself matching her pace.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position for my arm, but my shoulder could have dislocated and I wouldn’t have stopped. She was grinding into my hand and working me even faster. She contorted enough to look back at me and I felt even more of her weight as her legs gave out slightly. She started soflty moaning yes and pushing back into my hand. I met her with my thumb and felt her hips thrust back and her thighs tighten around my wrist as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Watching her face as was too much, and I managed to say “me too” and give her warning before I came. She twisted back around in a flash and used her non stroking hand to cover me in a towel where I absolutely came harder than I ever have in my life.
We both came down from our highs, took a minute to clean and and gave each other a professional once over before saying our goodbyes. The whole thing was over within 15 minutes. Never got her name, and with any luck I’ll never see her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sv9ol2/radiology_surprise_mf
Why with any luck never see her again? That is literally the opposite of luck
Should’ve gotten her number…
Some dudes here just don’t get it… if he doesn’t see her again, the hot Magic will remain forever