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A quick check up:
Ah, the early 90's...a time when I was young, free and sexy! I'd moved to the city from my small town - you know the place, where everyone knows everyone and all their business! The type of place where you couldn't get laid without your parents finding out, yeah, that!
So, I loved the anonymity of city life - i could get fucked stupid and never see them again, I could frequent the many saunas and never suck the same guy twice - god, it was fun!
But then I heard about a fuck buddy who'd visited from down south. He had tested positive and was ill and I was advised to get tested. This was a shock. I'd always just played, never thought about playing safe, never took precautions and now, could be about to face the consequences?
The main city hospital did a clinic for gay men twice a week and I went along - scared shitless but knew I needed to get it sorted.
As I'd never been before, I was offered the full check up and took it - who knew what I might have or be carrying - so many men, so little protection!!
I was shown into a small room, examination chair in the corner with a seat next to it. I sat, and then the questions began - god, even though there was no judgement in the eyes of the guy asking questions, I still felt like such a slag as I answered, a total slut but boy it had been fun!
He finished with the questions and asked me to roll up my sleeve to take the blood sample - my top wouldn't allow this so I simply slipped it over my head and relaxed my arm as he applied the tourniquet and prepped the needle.
He chatted about the gay village and the club scene as he tried to divert my attention from the needle but I've never had any problems with little pricks (or big ones to be honest!).
We then got around to how I could take better care of myself - he offered free condoms, lube and advice which I happily took - hey, if its free, its free!
Now, as I was in my early 20's, he asked about my balls and how often I checked them for lumps - umm, there was always only 2 lumps in that sac so why did I need to check?
We had a chat about cancer and the need to check and he asked if I knew how to check? I told him I didn't, and wouldn't know what to look for other than what was there already?
That's when things changed - he leant in and offered to show me what to do so I'd know next time how to do it and what to look for.
Never one to pass up a freebie (see earlier comments), I accepted so he got up from the chair and slowly closed the door. The exam chair slide back as he made me more comfortable.
He then asked me to undo my jeans and remove my underwear. I was already shirtless so unzipping and sliding my jeans down wasn't a step too far - I was commando as always so simply slide the jeans down to my feet and left them there - leaving me pretty naked and exposed.
My cock, at the mere prospect of someone touching me, grew and started to leak - I'm big on pre-cum!
He looked at my crotch and I swear I saw him lick his lips, his tongue flicking out and over them, wetting them in anticipation of getting his hands on my goodies.
I relaxed and let my legs open slightly as he resumed his seat and leant in. He started to talk all clinical, talking about how it was best to do this when I was comfortable and alone, fresh from the shower, balls relaxed and warm.
His voice as he talked about my balls and how I should touch myself, it just did something to me, helping me relax further, legs opening and giving him access to whatever he wanted.
He touched my lower abdomen first, moving a hand down through my bush onto my cock. A slight lingering touch as he dragged his fingers the length of my cock to its head - his finger collecting the wetness at the tip and bringing it to my lips own to taste. I have always loved the taste of my own cum and pre-cum is sweeter and less dense so tastes like nectar. His fingers entered my mouth and pushed in.
His other hand moved up my naked thigh and grazed my ball sac. Oh that sent bolts of pleasure through me, that gentle but erotic first touch from a new hand.
He started to move his hand around my balls, talking in a low, husky and incredibly sexy voice about how I needed to get to know my body and how it felt, become familiar with every nook and crevice so I could tell if anything changed or needed "attention".
He then withdrew his finger from my mouth and drew a line with its wetness from my spit down my chest, circling my nipple and down to my cock.
Now you try, he said as he withdrew both hands and I used my right hand to reach for my balls, feeling them, slowly rolling them around in their sac, partly feeling for lumps but mainly feeling their weight in the thin skin sac, the hair sticky with sweat....
My left hand was drawn to my cock and I slowly started to move it up and down as he watched.
I could see he was aroused, his cock straining the fabric of his pants, head visible, small wet patch growing as he watched me fist my cock and feel my balls.
Don't neglect the rest he told me - and as if it was an order, my right hand went lower, between my legs to find my hole. My man-pussy now wet with sweat and loving the attention.
Oh, this sent me over the edge, the whole scenario seems to play out in my mind as if seen from above, me laid back in the sticky chair, legs parted, naked save for the bundle of demin round my ankles, fist working that slick cock of mine, finger fucking my hole, eyes meeting the man I didn't know, the stranger who sat there, obviously aroused but not touching himself, just watching me.
Oh, this was all it took - the thought of being spied on, just watched, a fetish I'd never encountered before took me right to the edge - my balls tightened, my breathing quickened and my cock spasmed.
I came, I don't cum buckets but I covered my stomach in a wet sticky mess that slowly dripped down the sides of my skin onto the wipe clean seat, dribbled down into my bush as my cock slowly deflated, and my finger finally popped out of my hole leaving me feeling empty but satisfied.
The man leaned in and took my right hand and sucked the ass juice covered finger with relish - he ignored my cum and wanted only that musky taste.
For the first time, I didn't want to clean up, I wanted to feel and smell that release on my for a while longer so I simply pulled my jeans up and covered my sticky bush. I leaned over and found my top and pulled it over my head and enjoyed that wet feeling as it met my cum and covered it.
I stood up, as did he and I leaned in and kissed him, tongue in his warm, wet mouth - and promised to be good from now on but if I ever needed any help or advice (or more condoms) would revisit the scene of this event and left him, hot and hard....