Measuring Up

By Kernel

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Measuring Up
By Kernel

Chapter 1

(I agreed to the university project to help out my family. I had no idea how humiliating this was going to be until I was in too deep to get out.)

It was 1950 and our family lived in a small community with a local college in our town. I guess the correct thing to say would be university, at least which is what the town’s people liked to call it. Our family consisted of my mom and dad and my younger brother, Joey, who was a year younger than I was. I was in 7^th grade and my brother was in 6^th. Our school was nice and I had a nice group of friends. I liked school and life was pretty good.

One evening my folks called my brother and me into the living room for a family meeting.

Mom said, “Boys, the university is doing a project to measure the growth patterns of children your ages. They have asked us to participate in the program. We would receive some money for you boys to participate and the money would be very helpful for us right now.”

We responded, “Sure Mom, we will participate and help out.”

Mom filled out the necessary forms and we took them back to school and turned them in to the office. I didn’t hear any more about the project for several weeks and I really didn’t think about it much.

One day about a month later, I saw my friend John. John lived down the street and was a year older than I was. He had an older sister who was about 6 years older than I was. I had not seen John for some but we played together when we were both younger.

“Hey John, are you signed up for the university measuring project?” I asked.
“Heck no Bob,” John responded. “I don’t want them to see me naked”

“See you naked? What do you mean?”

John replied,”They want to measure your private parts. They measure your wiener and balls and everything. You know that my sister goes to the university and I think she is involved in this project and I certainly don’t want Sis to see me naked and measure me.”

Now I was really worried. I remembered Amber from our days of playing together and she was always a little stuck up and thought she was better than the rest of us. When we were younger, Amber wanted to play doctor with us and I didn’t want to do that. I certainly didn’t want to do it now. John must be mistaken that his sister would be viewing the boys naked. I thought it would be best to ask Mom when I got home.

I arrived home at the usual time and went to my room to change out of my school clothes. Mom was downstairs in the kitchen, so I went down to see what was for supper.

“Say Mom, I saw Johnny today and he told me that part of this university study included measuring our private parts. Is that true?”

Mom looked at me for a long time and then said,” Well I guess there was something in the material that mentioned measuring your boy parts. I didn’t want to tell you about it because I didn’t want you to worry about it. It is really nothing. You boys are so modest at your ages. I am sure the university people know all about this and will handle it just fine.”

Handle it just fine I thought. My mind was racing. How could Mom have left out such an important item? All I could think about was standing naked in front of strangers while they were measuring my boy parts.

“Mom, can we get out of this university project thing,” I asked?

Mom looked at me and said, “Bobby, we already got some of the money and we can’t send it back because we really need it and spent it. Sorry, but you will have to go through with this. It will be fine. You boys worry way too much about your bodies and you are way too modest. The University people will take care of it. It will be fine.”

I worried about this boy naked thing. I recalled something about Amber being in nursing school at the university and I really didn’t want her around when I was naked and being measured. I finally just put it out of my mind.

Nothing happened for the next several weeks and I slowly forgot about the university project.

One day my teacher, Miss Carter, mentioned that several of her students were signed up for the university project. She read off the names and when she read mine, cold chills went up my spine.

Miss Carter was about 22 years old and a very attractive woman. She had not been out of college very long and you could tell that she enjoyed teaching. She would sometimes flirt just a little with the boys. Many of the boys in my class and at the school had a crush on her. I was no exception. She always had her hair fixed nice and wore fashionable clothes. She was very nice and the students liked her. She was petit at about 5’ 6” tall. She had a nice figure with very nice breasts. Sometimes she wore tops that revealed some cleavage that showed off the very tops of her milky white breasts. Her legs were trim and long. Her body was fit. She had brown hair that she wore in several styles. Some days she had it curled and on rare occasions, she wore a pony tail. Her make up was just right. She didn’t have to wear much to make her look pretty. Just enough. She was a classy lady.

Miss Carter said,” Today we will start the university project. Will the 15 students whose names I read please follow me?”

I knew this was the day that I was dreading. The 15 students, 5 girls and 10 boys got to their feet. Miss Carter told the other dozen students who were not in the project to stay in the classroom and gave them an assignment to work on. I was grateful to be getting out of doing the assignment, but I dreaded the measuring that I knew was coming.

She led us down the hall and we entered a classroom where all the desks and chairs had been removed. The windows were covered with white paper which let the light in, but blocked any view from the outside. The room temperature was cool which I thought was strange. It was cooler than our regular classroom. The room was divided in two with some heavy drapes which hung from the ceiling. We were all brought in together and asked to stand along the front edge of the room. Six university people were standing by the drapes wearing lab coats. I knew they were from the university because they had the university’s logo on the front above the pocket. I thought it was interesting that all but one of the university people were women. The one man, who was older, introduced himself as Professor Doctor O’Connor. The women were young, I would say about 20 or so, except for one who appeared to be in charge. Three of the younger women were quite slender and trim and the fourth was cute, but a little on the heavy side. The older woman was about 40. She was quite attractive, but just not as young as the other four girls.

Doctor O’Connor stepped out in front of us and said, “Welcome to the university project. We thank you for taking part in this important project. Mrs. Walker is from our nursing school and will be directing the nursing students who are here to help obtain and record your measurements. Please relax and listen to her instructions. We want this to be a pleasant experience for you. Cooperate with us and we will be finished in a fairly short time. We will be taking some personal measurements on each of you. The measurements will be taken each month for the next 3 school years.”

Three years? Did I hear him right? Three school years? I had just learned that Mom left out another important bit of information concerning this project. What else hadn’t she told me about?

The wall at the front of the room had some of the measuring equipment lined up. Stadiometers and scales were neatly lined up to record height and weight. Wheeled carts contained some measuring equipment and cloth measuring tapes for checking lengths were along the wall.

We started off with some rather mundane measurements. The university students each took two or three of us and started to measure us. They started off by measuring our hands and the lengths of our fingers. Our forearms were measured and recorded. They then asked us to remove our shoes and our feet were measured. I was looking over the girls as they were measuring our bodies. The heavy set girl had a very large bust line and I found myself staring at her breasts as she measured my feet. I could see the outline of the seams on her bra through her blouse. Those tits were huge and I wondered how they hung outside of the confines of her bra. Cloth tapes were used to measure the circumference of our heads. I thought that the girl’s hair would give a false reading and make it look like they had big heads. I chuckled to myself over this. Our arm lengths were measured as was our neck size. After the exposed parts of our bodies were measured, Doctor O’Connor asked the girls in our class to step behind the drape and two of the university assistants went with them. We couldn’t see them except for their feet which were exposed under the heavy curtain.

Mrs. Walker, who was the older woman, now moved to the front of the 10 boys who remained.

“Please form two lines facing each other.”

We did as we were told. We were now in two lines of five facing each other.

Mrs. Walker now said in a stern voice, “Ok boys, this is how this is going to work. As part of the project, we will be measuring your genitals. You may have noticed that it is cool in here. We have purposely done that to help you remain calm and flaccid for the first part of the measuring. Once we have your flaccid measurements, we are going to ask you to become excited so we can measure your penis with an erection. If you experience a problem remaining calm or in attaining an erection, Dr. O’Connor has some drugs that might help you. I now want you to remove all of your clothes except for your under shorts.”

I glanced at the two girls who stayed with the boys to conduct the measurements. One was thin and trim but the heavyset girl stayed behind too. Both of the girls were smiling and I thought to myself that they must be waiting to see us naked. Here I was checking them out and in a few minutes, I would be standing naked in front of them. I just wanted to run.

I looked straight ahead, but no one made a move to remove their clothes.

Nurse Walker next said in a loud voice, “Do as you are told and remove your clothes now!”

I guess it was the roughness in her voice, but we all started to remove our clothes. First the pants, shirt and T shirt until we were all stood there in our underwear. Mrs. Walker surveyed each of us. She walked up and down the rows of boys looking us over. After a long look, she asked the nursing students to move between the two lines of half naked boys.

Miss Carter, meantime, had stepped behind the drape where the girls were and I was glad because I didn’t want her to see me in my skivvies. I didn’t like the idea of being in my underwear in front of the university girls, but I certainly didn’t want my teacher to see me.

There we were all ten of us lined up in our underwear in front of Mrs. Walker and the three remaining nursing students. I glanced up and saw that Dr. O’Connor had stepped back to the opening in the drape and was talking with Miss Carter. Her back was to us, but I could easily see that it was her. She had a short skirt on this Friday and I had looked at her legs enough to know without doubt that it was her. Why was she over on the boy’s side of the drape? All she had to do was turn around and she would see us. My mind was wandering but I knew I had to keep my attention on what Mrs. Walker was doing.

The three nursing students each had a small cart on wheels. Each cart had some tools on it including a measuring tape and some other tools I did not recognize. Mrs. Walker now walked over to one of the trays and picked up a small tape device which looked like a little lariat that had markings on it.

She said, “I want to show you boys the instruments we will be using to measure you.”

She held up the little lariat device in her right hand.

“The girls are going to slip this device over your penis and tighten it just enough to measure the circumference of your penis. It won’t hurt but we want you to remain calm and not get an erection.”

Remain calm? How were we expected to remain calm with a lariat around our dicks? I felt like a calf at a rodeo roping event.

She then picked up another tool which looked like a ruler but was in the shape of a small V. The end had a sliding stop which slid along the V.

She said, “The girls will use this special ruler to measure the length of your penis from your pubic bone to the tip. It won’t hurt and they will just slide it along your penis. The end stop will show your length. The nurses will start off with the flacid measurements and then move on to your erect measurements.”

She next held up a string of small and progressively larger wooden beads.

“This is an Orchidometer. It is a prototype device we are developing at the university. It is used to measure the size of your testicles. The girls will fondle each of your testicles in one hand while holding the beads in her other hand. When the two match, she will have a good approximation of the size of your testicles. This won’t hurt as it will be done very gently.”

Holding my testicles, I said to myself? She will be holding my testicles? How could this be any more embarrassing? These young women would be holding my testicles and comparing the size to the beads. How could this be happening? Mom certainly left out a lot of details about this project. I now glanced back over and saw that Miss Carter still had her back to us standing by the drape opening. I was so fearful that she would turn around and see me.

At this point I raised my hand.

Mrs. Walker asked, “What do you want?”

“Would it be possible for us to measure ourselves in private and just give you the measurements?”

Mrs. Walker smiled and replied, “Our experience has been that you boys don’t give us the right measurements. You seem to exaggerate the size of things and record your measurements larger than they really are and we really need truthful numbers for this project.”

I was crushed by this. I thought for a moment I had found a way of getting out of this embarrassing and humiliating situation but I guess not.

I glanced up and saw that Miss. Carter still had her back to us and was talking with Dr. O’Connor. It was then that I realized that she had gone to school at the university and must have known the Dr. from her time there. She wasn’t going to leave. They were catching up on old times.

My attention was now drawn back to Mrs. Walker when she said, “Please remove your underwear.”

This had now gone from bad to worse. We would now be naked in front of this woman and girl nursing students. I hesitated but slowly put my thumbs inside the waist band of my Jockey shorts and rolled them down past my knees. I felt very vulnerable, exposed and humiliated. I stepped out of my underwear and stood there completely naked. I could feel the cool room air brushing across my exposed dick and balls. It felt very strange to be naked in this large room in front of my friends and the women from the university.

I looked across the line at the boys facing me. I could see that at least two of the boys were not circumcised. I was fascinated by this as I had never seen an uncut boy before. Why did they look like that I wondered?

Mrs. Walker now walked up and down the two lines in front of us carefully looking us over. She seemed to take great pleasure in looking at our young bodies. The young nurses were also looking us over. I fantasized about what they would look like naked. I would never know, but they certainly had no doubt about how I looked naked.

When she got to me, she said, “My you certainly are a big boy”.

What did she mean by that? I was soon to find out.

She next said, “I see that some of you are not circumcised. I want you girls to be sure that when you measure the length of these boys, you measure from the tip of their glans and not from the end of the foreskin. Sometimes the foreskin extends beyond the glans and we want a true penis length measurement.”

The nursing students listened intently to her instructions. The two assistants picked up the circumference tools and proceeded to the front of each line with one girl taking each side. I was in the middle of the left line so I could see what was being done to the boys on the other side.

The nurse carefully took the first boy’s penis in her left hand and slipped the lariat tool over it. She tightened it just a little and then gave the measurement out loud so Mrs. Walker could write it on a clip board which she carried. Not a word was said except for these measurements. Mrs. Walker was looking over each boy as she was writing down the numbers.

From my vantage point, I could see the other boys and I was interested in their how they looked. I had never seen a boy naked before except for my little brother. He was younger than me and he wasn’t nearly as large as I was. I noticed that I seemed to be larger than the other boys and I had more pubic hair. The other boys were bald except for some small hairs right above their penis. I wondered why I was larger and had more hair than the other boys my age.

Now it was my turn. I had been dreading this. The young nursing student stepped in front of me and looked me right in the eye. She had lovely blue eyes and I thought to myself that she was really cute. She then glanced down at my crotch and took my penis in her left hand. Without any further fuss, she slipped the device around my penis and I could feel it tighten. As she was bending down to take my measurement, I could see down the front of her blouse. Her young breasts were suspended inside her bra, but I could see the outline of the top of her breasts and I thought how nice she must look without her clothes. She read the number and gave it to Mrs. Walker. Three and a half inches in circumference. This number was larger than the other boys. She loosened the measuring lariat and removed it from my penis. I felt embarrassed and humiliated, but proud that my numbers were so large.

She moved to the boy next to me and did the same thing. I guess now I appreciated the cool temperatures in the room as none of us got an erection. My eyes followed her along the line as she checked the other boys. Her legs were long and seemed to extend up her skirt indefinitely. I never missed a chance to check out a young girl. Even naked, I was still checking out these nurses. What was I thinking? I was the naked one being checked out by these young women.

The nursing students moved back to the tray and picked up the V rule. Once again they started at the front of each line. The student nurse put the first boy’s penis in the V and slid the stop up against the end of his glans. When she came to the uncircumcised boy across from me, she called Mrs. Walker over to be sure she measured him correctly. Now it was my turn again. The young nurse took my penis in her hand and slid the ruler along the underside. I could feel her press the end against my abdomen and slide the stop against the tip of my glans. Her touch was soft and gentle but firm. I am circumcised, so there was no foreskin to get in the way of the measurement. I was glad there was no extra fuss.

I was surprised when she said, “Five and ¼ inches.”

I was much larger than the other boys by over an inch.

The other boys were checked and their lengths recorded. Mrs. Walker next walked to the center of the two lines.

She said, “We now want to get your measurements while you have an erection. In doing this we have found that if you close your eyes and think about something sexy that has happened to you, it will help you get and keep an erection.”

Think of something sexy I thought? I don’t know if I can get an erection in this cold room in front of these women.

She said, “I now want you to turn away from us, spread your legs and bend over and grab your ankles. We are going to examine your testicles to be sure they have dropped down and also record the size of your testicles using the orchidometer. This examination might also help you to get an erection.”

I could hardly believe my ears. Bend over with my butt sticking out and my balls hanging down. I was also supposed to try and get an erection. How embarrassing was this going to get?

We did as we were told. I turned around and bent over grabbed hold of my ankles. From this vantage point with my head down low, I could see the legs of the nursing students as they moved to the front of the line. I thought, hum, nice legs. They did have nice legs and they wore short white skirts. With my head down low, I could see up their skirts quite a way. What the heck was I doing? I needed to keep my mind on what was going on around me. I could feel the cool air on by balls as they hung free between my legs. I could see across to the boys on the other side and saw their balls hanging down too. I thought to myself, what a strange position to be in.

I waited for my turn and finally felt a soft, but firm tug at my balls. She separated my testicles rolling each between her thumb and forefinger. This touch caused a warm glowing feeling in my penis as I felt myself getting hard. She took each testicle in her right hand and I could see she had the orchidometer in her left hand. She gently rolled my testicle between her thumb and forefinger at the same time holding the beads between her thumb and forefinger of the other hand. When she concluded she had the bead that matched my balls, she gave a number on the bead to Mrs. Walker. I was surprised that my testicles were not the same size. Who would have thought they were different sizes? One of my balls was a 15 and the other was a 14 compared to the beads. I could hear her give the numbers to Mrs. Walker. This number was the volume of my balls in milliliters. Before she removed her hand from between my legs, she gently reached her hand forward and touched the underside of my penis just behind the head.

I heard her whisper to me, “This might help you a little.”

My penis jumped as I felt her touch and I could feel the rhythm of my heart beating in my penis. She rubbed the underside of my penis several times being sure to get the little triangle area on the underside just behind the head where the coronet band wraps around and meets underneath. She must have known this is a sensitive area on a boy’s body.

Help me get hard did she say? It certainly did. My penis was now hard as a rock. I had never had a girl touch my dick before but at the same time I was very embarrassed to be in this position with a full blown woodie…a hard on.

The boys were all examined the same way. Those beads really got a workout.

Mrs. Walker returned to the front of the line and said, “Please stand up and turn around.”

I did as I was told and turned around as did the other boys. I had an erection as did most of the boys. It hadn’t taken much tickling on my balls and touching my penis to make me hard.

I could see the boys across from me and they were stiff too. Their little dicks stuck out away from their stomachs pointing toward the ceiling. Some stuck straight out while others pointed straight up along their stomachs. Mine seemed to angle up at about a 45 degree angle toward the ceiling. I also noticed that my penis was larger than theirs. Why was I so much larger than they were?

Mrs. Walker walked up and down the line looking us over. She seemed pleased that almost all of the boys had erections. Three boys did not. She walked up to the first boy and looked him in the eye.

“Do you think you can get an erection,” she asked as she reached down and touched his penis?

I don’t know exactly what she did, but he suddenly had a very nice erection. She went to the other two boys and after touching their penis and whispering to them, they had erections too.

The nurses once again picked up the circumference tool and started at the front of each line. I glanced up to see where Miss Carter was standing and was relieved to see that her back was still to us as she continued to talk with Dr. O’Connor. I would have died of embarrassment had she turned around and saw my erect penis. It was bad enough to be in front of these nursing students and Mrs. Walker.

I watched as the boys across from me were measured. Now it was my turn. The same girl stood in front of me with the little lariat. She placed it around my erect penis and pulled it tight.

As she was tightening it, she said, “Are you as large as you usually get?”

I didn’t expect her to ask me that and I kind of stuttered, “I….I guess so.”

She reached down with her free hand and touched my penis just behind the tip and followed the coronet band around to the other side. Her touch was very soft and smooth. Her fingers flicked at the underside of my shaft and just behind the head. My heart was beating in my dick and I could feel it. I was as hard as I have ever been.

“Let’s be sure you are fully hard before I measure you,” she whispered.

I was really hard and could feel my penis sticking straight out away from my body. My penis throbbed with that little lariat around it. I was so embarrassed. Here I was naked with an erection and a pretty young girl had a lariat around it. How did I get in this position? I was so humiliated.

The boys were all measured and then Mrs. Walker returned to the front of the two lines of boys.

“We are almost finished. We now want to measure your length. Think of something sexy or touch yourself if needed to stay hard,” she said.

Touch myself? I couldn’t do that in front of these women. I had occasionally done that at home, but that was in private. I had never touched myself in front of others, especially young ladies.

The nursing students picked up the V ruler again and started at the front of the line. I looked across the line at the boys who were uncircumcised. I was amazed that when they were hard, the end of their penis looked just like mine. The hood which had been over the shinny little head was now retracted and their pink penis head was sticking out. Their head was now fully exposed. I thought this was kind of neat that they had this little cover over the end. Kind of like a case to put it in when it wasn’t being used. I wondered why mine didn’t have one. I didn’t know mine had been cut off shortly after I was born.

The nursing student now was in front of me. She once again reached down and touched my penis under the tip. My penis jumped a little when she did this as I wasn’t expecting it. I was really hard now.

“My, you are a big boy,” she said.

Before she slid the ruler under my penis, she gently slid her hand along the underside of my penis starting at the tip and running down to my balls. I was really hard now.

I didn’t say a word but I could feel the ruler slide along the underside of my penis and I liked the feeling. For a moment I almost forgot where I was.

“Six and one half inches,” she announced to Mrs. Walker for recording.

I was the largest in my class. I was embarrassed and humiliated. Now everyone knew how big I was. I was afraid that maybe the girls on the other side of the drape could hear the measurements. That would be terrible if all the girls knew how big our dicks were. How did I get myself into this mess anyway?

I looked up to see where Miss Carter was. I was horrified to see that she was no longer talking to Dr. O’Connor and her back was no longer turned toward us. She was facing us and looking straight at the boys. I was shocked. She was standing back at the drape opening between the boys and girls. She could see both the girls and boys naked. My mind raced. Once again I thought how did I get in this situation? I was only wishing to help my family and here I was naked in front of my young, single teacher with a full blown hard on. In my mind I thought Miss Carter was looking directly at me, but I think she was enjoying seeing all the boys in her class, well at least the ones who signed up for the project. The other ones were back at the class doing that assignment. I wished now that I was with that group.

Mrs. Walker walked to the front of the line and said,”Ok boys, you can put your clothes back on now.”

I found my underwear and slipped them back on. As I finished getting dressed, I glanced at the back of the room but Miss Carter was gone. I was relieved that she was no longer there, but I was embarrassed that she had seen me naked and with a full blown erection.

Dr. O’Connor walked out from the drape and said, “Thank you for participating in this university project. We will be back next month for the next session.”

Miss Carter escorted us back to the class room. I still could not believe the embarrassment and humiliation I experienced. I dreaded the next session. It was the end of the week and the end of the school day. I went home sad and humiliated about my experience.

When I got home, I changed into my play clothes and went to the kitchen for a snack. I tried to put the events of this day behind me.

Chapter 2.

Monday morning came and I was dreading the thought of seeing Miss Carter after she had seen me naked. Heck, naked would have been bad enough, but she had seen me with a full blown hard on.

Miss Carter was not in the classroom when the bell rang. She came in the room a minute or so after the bell. She was looking as nice as ever. She was wearing a black skirt and a print blouse. Her hair was curled and she just looked pretty. For just a minute my mind thought that I would like to see her naked. A chance for me to see those nice breasts fully exposed.

My mind came back to reality as Miss Carter stepped to the front of the room and said,” First of all I want to apologize for Friday. I took you down for the university project, but I did not know what the project entailed. I knew Dr. O’Connor from my college days and I was talking to him about the changes that have been made at the university. When I turned around, you were all naked. I did not know that was going to happen. I am sorry that I embarrassed you by seeing you naked. I will not be taking you down for the measurements this month or in future months, but rather will let you go down by yourselves. Now let’s get back to our school work.”

Wow, was that a surprise. I really didn’t expect that. I felt a little better about the next measuring session knowing that Miss Carter would not be there. Only the nursing students, but I didn’t know them. I thought I could do this.

The month went by as usual and on Friday four weeks later, Miss Carter announced that the project students should go to the special classroom.

We all got up and walked to the classroom together. When we got there the room was the same as it was the month before. Dr. O’Connor and Mrs. Walker were there, along with three nursing students. After a quick look around, I was shocked. One of the girls was Johnny’s sister, Amber. She had not been there last month. How could she be there now? My mind was racing. Then I remembered that half the girls had gone behind the drape last time to measure the girls. Maybe Amber would go behind the drape this time too.

Mrs. Walker asked us to line up at the front of the room. We went through the mundane weight, height, foot size, and neck size and hat size measurements as before. Amber assisted with these measurements.

As she was measuring my hat size, she said, “Nice to see you Bobby. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I hope to see more of you.”

What did she mean by that? Now that the coed measurements were completed, Mrs. Walker asked the girls to go to the other side of the drape. I was hoping that Amber would go with the girls, but no, she stayed with the other nursing student to measure the boys.

Mrs. Walker said, ”Boys, I want you to form two lines like last time facing each other and remove your clothes down to your shorts.”

This whole thing was a bad rerun of what happened last month. The only improvement I could see was that Miss Carter was not there, but Johnny’s sister Amber replaced her.

As I mentioned, Amber was about 6 years older than I was. She was Johnny’s sister and when we were growing up, she always acted like she was always better than we were. She would sometimes be in charge of us younger boys and would come up with games or excuses for her to see us naked. Sometimes we would play doctor and she was the nurse. I can still remember Johnny and I and my brother standing naked while she performed her nurse check up.

Here we were again. I was going to be naked and she was the nurse only now I was older and so was she. This was no longer a game, but the real thing. How embarrassing and humiliating could this get?

After finishing the clothed measurements, Mrs. Walker stepped to the center of the two lines and said,” Ok boys, now remove your shorts.”

I knew this was coming. I just wasn’t ready to do it in front of Amber. I was the last to remove my shorts. I slipped my thumbs into the waste band and pulled my shorts below my knees. I could not look at Amber, but I knew she was looking at me. I was a lot larger now than when she last saw me when I was just a little boy.

The flaccid measurements came first. Each nursing student took one of the lines of 5 boys. Amber, of course was doing my line. She came down the line with the little lariat gauge and checked the circumferences of each boy’s penis. By the smile on her face, she was thoroughly enjoying this.

When she got to me she took my penis in her hand and said, “My Bobby, you have grown.”

I could not look down at my penis, but I looked at Amber and saw she was looking down at my groin taking in a full view of my boy parts.

“I don’t remember you being this big the last time I saw you.”

What could I do? I stood there trying to keep my humiliation to myself.

Next came the length measurement. Amber checked the other boys, but I could tell she was paying special attention to me. Maybe it was because I was the largest boy or maybe it was because she knew me. I don’t know, but the result was obvious to me that she was taking great pleasure in examining my penis.

Mrs. Walker now said,” It’s now time to check your testicle size. I also want you to think of something sexy and see if you can become hard as the erect measurements are next. Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.”

I turned around and grabbed my ankles. I once again could feel the cool breeze on my balls as they swung free between my legs. I waited for my turn. I could see Amber’s beautiful long legs as she moved down the line to the boy next to me. She had great legs and her skirt was short enough for me to see up to her thighs. I could actually see her panties under her skirt.

I was next and she moved behind my exposed butt.

“Let’s see how big these balls are of yours” she whispered as she took hold of my scrotum.

I could feel her fondling each of my testicles as she compared them to the Orchidometer beads.

“There I think I have it” as she called out a number to Mrs. Walker.

“Wow, this one is a 15,” she exclaimed.

Separating my testicles, she took the other one in her hand. I jerked a little as she squeezed it a little tight and I could feel a little pain in side as she pressed my left ball between her fingers.

“Sorry Bobby is that a little too tight” she asked?

She knew it was hurting me because I jerked at her touch.
“There I believe this one is a 16.”

That was larger than last month, but I guess this was only an estimate as they compared my balls to the beads.

As Amber released my balls, she reached forward and grasped my penis in her hand. I wasn’t erect, but she did everything she could to get me hard. Her hand slid up and down my penis from the tip to my balls. Her soft hand stroked my most sensitive areas. I was very embarrassed to have this very personal thing done by someone I knew.

“Now we were ready for the erect measurements,” Mrs. Walker said.
“Stand up and turn around,”

I stood up along with the other boys but this time I wasn’t erect. No hard on. This shouldn’t have been too difficult for me. Normally, I have an erection at the drop of a hat. My penis seemed to have a mind of its own today. This time I could not get hard. Maybe it was because Amber was there, but try as I might, I could not get hard.

I noticed that the other boys were already hard, but I was not. Amber came over and stood in front of me.

“Can’t you get hard Bobby”, she said?

I was very embarrassed and humiliated.

I stammered,” I guess not, not right now.”

Normally, I would have been able to get an erection with no problem and maybe it was because Amber was someone I knew or something, but I just could not get one.

Amber stepped over in front of me and said, “Let me see if I can help you with that.”

She reached down and took my penis in her hand and ran her fingers along the bottom side of my shaft. I felt sensitive there but at the same time I was very, very embarrassed. I just could not get hard. She rubbed the head of my glans and still no erection. Amber now had both hands in my crotch. One hand cradled my penis while the other hand stroked the head as she ran her fingers along the corona from the underside to the top. Still no erection.

Amber next turned to Mrs. Walker and said,” I think we are going to need some help over here.”

Mrs. Walker went to a drawer in the cart where the measuring instruments were kept and took out a syringe. She took it over and gave to Amber.

Amber turned toward me and said,” I am going to inject this into the base of your penis and it will make you get hard. You are going to feel a little prick when I insert the needle and then a warm feeling as I make the injection. Just relax and leave it to me. I will make you get big.”

She was right, I felt a little pin prick and then my penis felt warm. My entire crotch felt warm. Amber put down the syringe and put her hands back on my penis. I felt the warmth spreading in my crotch and then I felt myself getting hard. It didn’t make any difference that Amber was looking down at my growing member. The embarrassment didn’t make any difference. I was getting hard.

While Amber was stroking my penis, I was looking down the front of her blouse. Her blouse was open at the top which gave me an unobstructed view of the top of her breasts. I did not recall her having such large breasts, but the view I had confirmed that she was in fact a well endowed young woman and I was looking right at them. They were snowy white and were supported by her bra. I could see much of the top of the breast but not the nipple. I fantasized about what her nipples looked like, but I was not going to see them today.

Amber kept gently stroking my penis and in a very short time I was hard.

“There you go big boy and what a big boy you are. I never remember you being this big. You have really grown up in the last few years.”

My dick was bigger than it has ever been. I think the drug Amber injected into my dick made it bigger than usual. The other boys were all finished with their measuring while I was getting my injection. Amber retrieved the measuring V and slipped it under my throbbing penis.

“Beautiful,” she said as she slipped the ruler under my penis. “I think you have the biggest penis I have ever seen. Six and three quarter inches.”

Mrs. Walker was looking at my penis and writing down the measurement. I was still hard as a rock. Harder than I had ever been and apparently the shot made me even longer. Amber was taking great pleasure in having me naked in front of her. I could see by the look on her face and the fact she couldn’t take her eyes off my throbbing cock. I was so embarrassed. I kept asking myself how this could be happening to me.

Amber was finished with me and as she stepped away, she reached down and gave my penis one last stroke.

“You have a beautiful big penis Bobby” she quietly commented as she moved away.

I was embarrassed as I have never been before. Mrs. Walker told me to wait a few minutes and my erection would subside and I could get dressed. She also seemed obsessed with my large erection and she kept looking my direction as I waited for my penis to get soft again. After what seemed like a long time, my penis was once again soft and I was able to get dressed. The other kids were dressed and back to class as I hurried back to my class to join them and resume my day.

Chapter 3

I tried to forget about my experience and thought it would be some time before I would have to do this again. Boy was I wrong. About a week later, Mom got a letter from the university. She said the university wanted me to come back for another check up and they wanted to talk with her about my exam.

I asked Mom, “Why do they want me back?”

Mom replied,” They think you have something called precocious puberty and they want to talk to me about it.”

I really didn’t want to go back and I told Mom that I didn’t want to go for another appointment.

Mom said,” You will have to go and the appointment is on Friday.”

My mind raced. How could I be going back on Friday? I didn’t want to go, but it appeared I had no choice.

I asked Mom, “Can’t Dad take me to the appointment?”

“No Bobby, your dad is working and won’t be able too because your appointment is during the day. I will take you as they want to talk to me too.”

Friday arrived and Mom reminded me that she would pick me up early from school and we would go together to the university. After lunch, Mom was there and we drove to the university which was about 20 minutes away. I didn’t say much but I did ask her what precocious puberty was. Mom said she didn’t know but we would find out.

We arrived at the university and went into the medical wing. We were told to go to the waiting room and wait for our names to be called. Sitting in the waiting room, there were several other kids and their parents. I wondered what they were there for. I really didn’t know what to expect. I was nervous and apprehensive about this visit. After a time, the nurse came out and asked us to step into the doctor’s office. The office was not too large but had a desk on one wall with and exam table against the other wall. There was a guest chair that was opposite the desk and the usual doctor exam tools in the room.

Much to my great surprise, Amber came into the office and greeted us. My mom had not seen Amber for some time and greeted her with enthusiasm.

“Hi Amber. How are you doing” she asked? “I didn’t know you were in the nursing program here at the university”

Amber replied,” Oh yes, I have been in the program now for one year. I enjoy it and enjoyed seeing Bobby at the school last week”

What did she mean by that I thought because she had really seen me last week? Mom didn’t know that Amber saw me with a full blown hard on.

“Doctor Taylor would like to examine Bobby and talk to you about the results of last week,” Amber said.

“Bobby, please remove all your clothes down to your underwear” Amber asked. “Doctor will be in in just a few minutes.”

I looked at my mom and said,” Do I have to?”

Mom replied,” I have seen you many times when you were a little boy and it will be alright.”

I did as I was told and got undressed. I took off my shoes and socks and then my pants and shirt. I stood there in my underwear. I didn’t look at my mom and I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or not. It had been a long time since I was in my underwear in front of my mom.

After about 5 minutes, Doctor Taylor came into the room. Much to my surprise, doctor was a young woman in her mid thirties and a very attractive lady. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and had on a university lab coat with her name over the pocket. The lab coat was open in the front and I could see that she had a very nice figure. Her full breasts filled out her blouse and I was embarrassed to be in front of her and my mom in my underwear.

Dr. Taylor explained to us that sometimes young people go through puberty early and advance too quickly into adulthood. After my measurements at the school last week, there was some concern that I might be suffering from that and she wanted to check to see if I was suffering from what was called a precocious puberty.

Dr. Taylor asked, “Bobby please lower your shorts and step out of them.”

I guess I was shocked. Step out of my shorts in front of her and my mom? I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. A few weeks earlier, things were fine and then this whole university thing started. I moved toward the doctor and kind of turned my back to my mom. I lowered my shorts and the doctor took a minute to look over my boy parts. She asked me to put my hands on my head and I did. She walked around me looking at my butt and my genitals. She went over to her desk and asked me to step over in front of her. Doing this would cause me to have to turn toward my mom which I didn’t want to do.

Dr.Taylor repeated,” Step over here.”

I turned toward her and when my mom saw me, she gasped and said,”Goodness, he is larger than my husband.”

I overheard this and now I was very self conscious, embarrassed and humiliated. About this time, there was a knock at the door and Amber came in. What was she doing here?

Amber came in and said, “Doctor, there is a call for you that is an emergency.”

The doctor said, “Amber, would you please continue the exam and check his testicle size with the orchidometer? I will also need a collection from him.”

With that, the doctor left the room and I was left standing naked in front of my mom and Amber. I had taken my hands off my head and used them to cover myself.

Amber said, “Bobby, I can’t measure you with your hands covering your boy parts. Please put your hands down by your sides.”

I put my hands down and Amber picked up the orchidometer.

Mom asked, “What are those?”

Amber replied, “These beads are used to measure the size of Bobby’s testicles. I just put his testicle between my fingers and then pick the bead that matches his size. We then know the volume of his testicles. It is something new we are developing here at the university.”

Mom seemed very interested and both women were now concentrating on my genitals.

Amber said, “Please hold your penis up on your stomach out of the way while I measure your testicles.”

I was so embarrassed. I lifted my penis giving a full view of my scrotum and balls. Amber now took hold of my right testicle and moved it between her fingers. She had the orchidometer in her other hand and finally decided which bead matched my ball size. She went on to the left ball and squeezed my ball between her fingers. Once again she squeezed a little tight and I winced as the pain shot to my side.

“Sorry Bobby”, she said. “I am just trying to get the right size.”

Mom now joined in and said, “Just stand still Bobby.”

Amber finished comparing my balls to the beads and released her grip on my left testicle.

Mom now asked, “Can I look at that Orchidometer?”

Amber said, “OK” and handed the beads to Mom. “The numbers on each bead represent the volume in ml. It is hard to actually measure the testicle, but by comparing the size using your fingers, we can come very close to the actual volume. We are working on gathering information for the average boy’s testicle size as he matures thorough manhood.”

Amber said, “Doctor asked for a collection from you. Step over here and I will help you with that.”

Now I didn’t realize what collection meant, but Amber was about to inform me.

“What we have to do Bobby is obtain a sample of your seamen or ejaculate.”

At this point she asked me to move across the office to a cabinet opposite my mom. Amber reached up and took a glass jar out of the cabinet. She got a label and printed my name on it and stuck it to the bottle.

“I am going to help you produce a sample. I want you to think about something really sexy. I am going to massage you until you ejaculate and I will collect it in the sample jar.”

I was now facing away from my mom which I appreciated. I really didn’t want my mom to see me ejaculate. Actually, I didn’t want anyone to see me ejaculate but I had no choice. I was so embarrassed my face must have been red.

Amber took my penis in her hand and began to massage it. She started on the shaft moving back and forth from the base to the tip. She paid special attention to the spot right behind the tip on the under side. I am very sensitive there and my penis began to twitch when she touched this area.

Amber said, “You will have to tell me when you are about ready to collect. You will feel like you have to pee, but it won’t be pee. Be sure to give me enough warning to get the bottle in place. Once you get to that point, you can’t control yourself and you will complete ejaculation. It becomes automatic.”

Amber continued to stroke my dick alternating between the tip and the shaft. I was now really hard and I was thinking about what she was doing. I almost forgot that my mom was in the room with us. At that point, my mom said something and that had a huge effect on my erection. I began to lose it.

Amber stopped touching me and said, “You were almost there.”

Amber suggested to Mom that she should step out of the office for a few minutes. Mom obliged and left the exam room.

Amber said, “Now we can get this done Bobby.”

My erection came back as Amber once again stroked my penis.

“You circumcised boys are much harder to collect than the uncut boys. Their foreskins make my hand just glide up and down their shafts as their foreskins move up and down. Cut boys don’t have that same ease. Kind of like natures own lubricant is missing on cut boys.”

I was surprised that she said that, but I guess she would know. I had never had a foreskin, so I had nothing to compare to.

Her other hand now dropped down caressing my balls. Her touch was different. She wasn’t examining my balls for size measurement. She was gently touching me to keep me aroused. It was working.

“Are you getting close?”

“I think so.”

Amber slowed down her pace flicking her fingers below my penis. The sensation was overwhelming. I had an uncontrollable urge to thrust.

“Bobby, are you ready?”

I responded quietly, “Yes, I think so.”

Amber picked up the bottle and placed the head of my penis inside the bottle. My head was large and purple and the bottle glass seemed to amplify its size. Amber continued to stroke my shaft. Her hands were gentle and finally I couldn’t hold any more. My muscles tightened and I fell I was right on the edge.

I told Amber,”I am ready.”

Amber whispered, “Let it come.”

I did and the feeling was like a huge release. I could feel my prostate pumping the seminal fluid out my penis and into the bottle. I must have squirted 6 or 7 times each time I could feel the fluid flowing up and out the end of my penis. I looked down and saw that the bottle was about ¼ full. It felt great but now my penis was very sensitive and I wanted Amber to stop.

Amber quietly said, “Nice job.”

She held up the bottle and examined the contents.

“Very nice job Bobby. Not only do you have a nice penis, but your system seems to be working just fine.”
Amber handed me a tissue so I could wipe myself clean.

About this time, Dr. Taylor returned and stepped into the office. Mom was with her and they were talking.

Amber said, “We were able to get a very nice collection Doctor.”

Doctor Taylor replied, “Excellent. Please send it to the lab for evaluation and sperm count.”

Mom sat back down in her chair and the doctor sat back down at her desk. I had noticed that the doctor was a nice looking woman with a fit body. Her breasts were pronounced and held her lab coat out away from her body as the front of the coat draped across her front. Her hair was short with kind of a bobbed cut that was just above her shoulders. She wore slacks which prevented me from seeing her legs but I thought they would be nice and match the rest of her body. What the heck was I doing? Looking at this doctor and sizing her up while I was standing there naked in front of the three women, one of them my mother.

“Bobby, I want you to stand in the center of the room with your legs spread slightly and your hands on your head.”

I did as I was told and now the three women were all looking at my genitals. Dr. Taylor stood up and walked around me looking at my penis, testicles and butt.

She sat down and asked, “Step over here in front of me.”

She reached down with both hands and took one of my testicles in each hand. She had my testicles in her hands and was rolling them between her thumbs and forefinger. She pulled them out to the extreme of my scrotum kind of feeling them as she fondled them back and forth. She looked me in the eye and then asked me some questions.

“Do you have any discharge from your penis when you touch yourself?”

“When I touch myself?”

“Yes Bobby, when you are excited and you are touching yourself, does anything come out of your penis?”

I wasn’t sure exactly how to answer this. I was in front of my mom and I didn’t want to say that I had masturbated, but in fact I had. In fact, I had masturbated many times when I thought about Miss Carter or some of the other girls in my class.

Dr. Taylor repeated herself. “Bobby, does anything come out when you masturbate?”

I softly answered, “Yes doctor.”

I couldn’t look at my mom or Amber. Amber knew what I was capable of, but not Mom or the doctor.

Doctor now took hold of my penis and asked, “Bobby, can you get hard for me?”

I replied, “I don’t know doctor.”

Amber piped in, “I just completed a collection on him, so I don’t know if he can get hard again.”

Doctor Taylor said, “Well, let’s see what we can do. I would like to see you with an erection.”

Her fingers stroked the underside of my penis and amazingly I could once again feel myself getting hard. She was an expert in knowing exactly what areas are sensitive. Her fingers gently outlined the rim of my corona and flicked along the underside of my penis paying special attention to the sensitive little triangle just below the tip where the foreskin used to attach to my penis. Nerve endings in this area make it very sensitive. My penis jerked as she touched this sensitive area and soon I was once again fully erect. I looked down and saw that the head of my penis was large and purple in color. I could actually see my heart beating as my penis moved up and down in rhythm with my heart. I was so embarrassed and humiliated to be naked in front of these women. We were all looking at my throbbing penis. I think my mom was very surprised at how large I got.
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Dr. Taylor removed her hand and closely looked at my penis, as did Amber and my mom.

After what seemed like a long time to me, Dr. Taylor, turned to my mom and said, “I think Bobby is just fine.”

She then got up and told me to get dressed.

“I will check the lab report on the seamen analysis to be sure it is normal. If I see anything abnormal, I will contact you but right now everything looks OK.”

As she left the room, she patted me on my naked butt and said, “I think the girls are going to like you.”

I thought to myself that was a strange thing to say, however Amber did seem to enjoy looking at me and helping with the collection.

We left the office and returned home. On the ride home I never mentioned the visit to my mom and she never said a word to me about it. I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. Now basically, all the women in my life had seen me naked and some when I had a full blown hard on. I never thought this university project was going to lead to this. I think she was as surprised as I was by all of this.

Now all I had to face was the next measuring up session.

…….To be continued………

(The End)