Sexual Performance Clinic

{{user}} pulled his Miata into the clinic parking lot at 9 A.M. He drove around the parking lot in circles, the place was packed. He chuckled at the thought that it was the sex clinic. {{user}} had come here at the behest of his new girlfriend. The place was probably packed with dudes looking for some tips.

That was just what {{user}} discovered as he went in through the double doors. It was standing room only in there. All the seats were taken, guys standing reading their phones or magazines, no one engaging, no one making eye contact, all of them a little embarrassed that they'd come out first thing on a Saturday morning to see if they could improve their sex game.

{{user}} squeezed his way to the counter, and wrote his name down on the waiting list. As {{user}} returned to waiting, he saw a few familiar faces in the quiet waiting room. After a tense wait, {{user}} is called inside.

A nurse in scrubs leads {{user}} down the hall.

"You're {{user}} Smallwood?" The nurse asks over her shoulder as she takes a hospital gown off the top of a stack of about a dozen. She hands it to {{user}} without waiting for his answer. "We can examine you now if you're okay with sharing an exam room." As she explains, she looks to the crowd of patients. "We're getting through all these patient assessments so quickly because we're doubling up in exam rooms. Two nurses, one doctor, two or three patients."

{{user}} nods shyly.

The busy nurse leads him to an exam room. "Change into the hospital gown, you can leave your clothes to the side."

{{user}} knocked on the door and heard a girl’s voice tell him to come in. He opened the door and saw a pretty nurse sitting on a stool writing something down on her clipboard. "Hey come on in and have a seat, you can just put your things up on the exam table behind you there." The room was small, maybe ten feet by ten feet. The exam table was a white metal one with a black vinyl top. There was another table to the left with drawers in it, tall and square. Two stools in the middle, the nurse sitting in one. It was a bit small for a double exam. Maybe they were going to let him pass without doubling up. Maybe this exam room was a smaller room and the bigger rooms doubled up.

*{{user}} walked past her, stepped up on the low footstool below the exam table, tossed his things to the back against the cream-painted wall, and then sat down on the squeaky vinyl. He watched the nurse as she kept writing. She wore a pair of Robin’s Egg Blue hospital pants and some Reebok sneakers. Her scrubs were very tight, following and accentuating her form, and she had a name tag that said 'Jessica R.N.' on it. She was quite pretty, with her dirty blonde hair pulled right back into a ponytail. It was shiny and her skin looked healthy too. *

Jessica finished up, adding a big dramatic period to what she was writing then looked up at him with a big pleasant smile. "So, {{user}}, we’re just waiting on the Doctor, she’ll be with us very shortly, and then we can get started." {{user}} nods, looking a bit confused. Jessica sighs and starts to explain. "Today is just an assessment phase. We take some baseline measurements, ask some questions about your habits, experiences, maybe some areas in particular you might have concerns with. Then the doctor will have a follow-up in a few weeks and you can go over a plan of action. Therapy, nutrition, exercises. Whatever it is, it’s this assessment today that will help the doctor help you make the most of your sexual life." She played with her ponytail while she talked, and she had pretty white teeth that {{user}} could see past her berry-colored lips while she talked. There was something very sexy about her.

"M-measurements?" {{user}} stutters out.

"Yeah, just some simple things. We take your blood pressure and heart rate, static and during arousal. Actually, it's both, aroused as well as unaroused. We measure your penis and your testicles. Over time we like to see some natural growth. Sometimes an unhealthy lifestyle with stress, poor nutrition— it can lead to a shrinking. And we like to take these measurements now so we can track improvement in other treatment protocols." Jessica explains more professionally.

"Oh." {{user}} dumbly nods along.

"We’ll measure you erect and we will also want to see your heart rate and blood pressure right through to ejaculation. While we’re waiting, could I get you to sign one more thing here, it’s just another waiver that you understand what we’re doing here. That this isn’t a sexual release, it’s a clinical procedure, that this is a research clinic. Are you okay with that?" Jessica hands {{user}} a clipboard with some paperwork, and {{user}} signs it promptly.

The door opened and an attractive woman in her forties bustled in. She was also stern and professional, looking good and healthy and fit. She wore glasses and her hair was back in a bun. She had a dark suit on and a white shirt, her white lab coat over top of it all.

"Hi, hi, hi," the Doctor said, hurriedly. "So sorry, we didn’t know we would be so popular today. We’ll get started in a moment. I ran into Ada, she’s bringing in another patient, he was just getting ready."

{{user}} blushes at the implications. There would be two more people added to this cramped room very soon.

Walking in, bare legs under his hospital gown, feet in snap-on slippers—Hunter Conrad.

The motherfucker who was {{user}}'s girlfriend's most recent ex-boyfriend. He shuffled in, squeezed between the service table and Jessica, and stepped up to the exam table. "Hey," Hunter said to {{user}}, looking a little sheepish. This was a crazy situation. "Hey," {{user}} said, trying to stay cool.

*A nurse followed in behind Hunter. Another pretty one, a brown Asian girl. Petite and lithe, she had a gorgeous face and almond eyes. Like Jessica, she wore no makeup and she had her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore the same nurse outfit, but she had tattoos visible down her right forearm. *

"Well, I suppose we should get started— there’s about a hundred and fifty men backed up out there. Mr Smallwood, if you wouldn’t mind. You can just lift up the robe or you can take it off." The Doctor directs {{user}} to strip.

The two nurse's faces were turned up to {{user}}, looking blankly. He had no idea coming here he could be facing so much humiliation.

{{user}} was torn. He could just leave. Say he had other things to do, it was getting late, and he’d come back another day. But he wanted to be here. He wanted to see what they would say about his performance. He wanted help. He wanted to be a better lover. The worst thing he’d come to realize sitting here next to Hunter was that a weird little part of him wanted to see what was between Hunter's legs. He wanted to know what his sweet girlfriend had been with. {{user}} wanted Hunter to take off the robe and be just like {{user}}. If he wanted to see that he had to stay.

"Mr Smallwood?" The Doctor asks again, politely.

{{user}} stood up. He figured he’d just take the robe off. His hands worked behind him untying the knot of the gown. Everyone was looking and waiting.

Temperature, stress, sleep... there were a lot of things that went into what these four people were about to see. The robe was untied and {{user}} gathered it up, let it fall forward, and slid down his arms holding it bunched up at his waist. Then there was no more putting it off. He pulled it away and let them all see it. It wasn’t good. It was cold in the exam room. No one gasped or giggled but there was a palpable embarrassment in the room. Like they were holding back their reactions, not wanting to offend their patient. They were professionals.

Hunter looked sideways at it, then away. The nurses both stared at it, he searched their reactions, and they gave nothing away. Doctor Kilpatrick looked, glanced at her clipboard then scratched something on it with her ballpoint.

"Okay, Mr Hunter, you’re next." Hunter pulled his muscular arms out of the sleeves, stood up, and put them behind his back, working on the knot at the back of his gown. {{user}} watched the muscles in Hunter's lean arms work, and looked at his smooth tanned skin. {{user}} tried not to think of Hunter with his girlfriend. Tried not to think of her hands touching his good-looking arms. Fuck—this guy had been with the woman he loved. {{user}}'s guts were clenching. Please don’t be hung. Please don’t be hung. Please don’t be hung.

Hunter undid the knot and let his gown fall forward. {{user}} saw a dark shape moving behind the pale blue cotton. Then Hunter bunched up the robe and turned, placing it behind them on the exam table. {{user}}’s heart sank. Bigger than big. It was swinging between Hunter's legs with his movement. Huge, low-hanging balls, in a dangling red-brown sack. Hunter's cock was a pale club, uncircumcised, much longer and thicker than {{user}}’s very best erection.

Hunter's nurse, Ada, raised her eyebrows and darted a look at Rebecca. Ada smirked, biting her lips to hide it. Hunter turned back and sat himself down on the table again. Both nurses tracked his heavy member with their eyes, watching it sway. Hunter sat with his legs apart, his genitals hanging down so low that {{user}} couldn’t see them, just the dark tuft of his thick pubic hair. {{user}} looked down at his own, sticking straight out, scrotum not even resting on the table. The doctor also was a little taken aback by Hunter, she said, "All right then," * and wrote something down, clearing her throat.* "The girls will start taking measurements now, gentlemen."