Girls Wear Swimsuits, Boys Go Nude
Copyright© 2026 by Totzman
Chapter 4
Comedy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - At LaPorte University, women receive swimsuits—but men attend swimming class naked. Nineteen-year-old Nick struggles with public embarrassment, relentless teasing and his attraction to instructor Monica. As boundaries collapse, one humiliating semester becomes an outrageous education he never expected.
Caution: This Comedy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Fiction Exhibitionism Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
“Hello, Nick!” Dr. Bishop greeted as she entered the examination room. Her lovely assistant, Ashley, followed, and Nick said hello to them both. As before, he’d undressed fully per the nurse’s instructions before the doctor and her assistant arrived.
“So how have things been? Has the Tristerol been working for you?” she asked.
“I had one, um, orgasm. That’s all,” Nick muttered quietly.
“Just one?” she asked. “That’s good. You’re making progress. How often are you having sex?”
Nick paused.
“I’m not,” he said, but managed to feel slightly less embarrassed saying it this time. “Still a virgin.”
Dr. Bishop scribbled down his answer on her clipboard.
“And how often are you masturbating?” she asked.
“I try every day. Many times a day. Still, no success,” he said.
She scribbled down that answer as well.
“It’s possible you’re putting too much pressure on your penis. May I have a look at it?”
Nick laid back on the table while Dr. Bishop and Ashley put on their rubber medical gloves. The doctor examined Nick’s penis closely, checking for friction burns and any signs of abnormality. She stepped to her side so Ashley could have a look at it as well.
“Your penis looks healthy,” she said, and gave it a light squeeze. “Does this hurt at all?”
“No,” Nick said. Truthfully, it felt good.
“I’d like to check your prostate too. Would you stand up, please, and bend over?”
Nick climbed off the examination table and bent forward. Dr. Bishop lubed up her finger and slipped it into his anus.
“It still feels a bit full. You did say you had an orgasm, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. A big one,” Nick said, grunting uncomfortably. The doctor’s finger wriggled around, making him squirm.
“Well, it would be best if you had another one, if possible,” she said. She lightly squeezed the head of his penis between her left forefinger and thumb. His penis began to swell.
“You’re getting an erection, that’s a good sign.”
Nick blushed as he realized he was having sexual thoughts about both Dr. Bishop and Ashley at that moment.
“He gets erections in swim class a lot,” Ashley said.
“How long do they last?” the doctor asked, wiggling her finger a bit more.
Nick shrugged.
“Uh, anywhere from five to ten minutes. Longer if I’m touching it.”
Dr. Bishop nodded.
“That’s normal. I’d like you to keep masturbating once a day, but limit it to ten minutes or so. Continue taking the Tristerol until your supply is gone.”
She removed her finger from his anus.
“Oh, about that,” Nick said, standing up. “I’m starting to run low. Could I get some more?”
Dr. Bishop looked at him, surprised.
“More? You should have a few weeks’ worth left.”
Nick stirred uncomfortably.
“I’ve been ... taking more.”
She looked at him concerned.
“How many more?” she asked.
Nick started to feel very small and very naked in the examination room while he searched for the right way to phrase his answer.
“Well ... the day I was able to have an orgasm, I accidentally took two doses that day. So I thought it might help if I took two doses every day. But it hasn’t.”
“No, Nick, you should not be doing that,” the doctor said. “Two pills a day max is all you should be taking. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you any more at this point.”
“But I think they’re helping! I can tell they have an effect!”
“Nick, listen to me,” the doctor said. “If you’re still having trouble even after taking that many pills, the problem isn’t something the pills will fix.”
Nick paused. He was afraid his problem might be deeper than he originally thought, and the doctor had just confirmed it.
“Well, what should I do then?” he asked.
Dr. Bishop took a breath.
“I think what you need is a partner,” she said. “Honestly, Nick, I think that might be what could really help you. Find someone who empowers you. I can’t say for sure, but in all likelihood, your problem is psychosomatic. You need to mentally empower yourself, and not rely on masturbation for your orgasms.”
Nick lowered his head. Before his visit to his father’s office, masturbation had been his only means of achieving orgasm. He wasn’t a guy who got many dates, and never had been.
“Don’t get so down, Nick, you’ll find a girlfriend,” Ashley said. “I’m pretty sure Marissa Lafferty likes you.”
Ashley wasn’t expecting the scowl Nick shot back at her. Evidently, she didn’t know about the statue incident, and Nick wanted to keep it that way.
“It might not be easy, but that’s where I think you should start,” Dr. Bishop said. “You need girls, not pills.”
Nick walked through his apartment door dejectedly. He’d worked up the nerve to ask out three girls at work; two politely declined, and the third gave him the number for the rejection hotline. When his sister had noticed he was in a bad mood, she sent him home early. While it wasn’t uncommon for managers to send employees home early when business was slow, Nick’s mood grew even worse upon the realization of how apparent his unhappiness was becoming to everyone around him.
After he clocked out, he headed straight home, planning to pop a porn DVD into his player until he fell asleep, orgasm or no orgasm.
Caleb and Ashley were on the couch when he walked in the door. Caleb was lying face down and shirtless, and Ashley was drawing a henna tattoo on his shoulder.
“Hey Nick,” Ashley greeted as he walked past.
“Hey,” he replied sullenly. He trudged towards his bedroom, hoping to avoid a conversation with the happy couple.
“I’ve got a question for you,” she said.
Nick stopped in his stride.
“Is it true Marissa and Kristina stole your clothes out of your locker?” she asked.
Nick seethed.
“Yes...”
Apparently, Ashley had been asking about Marissa. Either that, or word about the incident was still going around after three weeks and had finally reached his friends. He wondered if his classmates would still be talking about it years from now.
“That’s messed up. They shouldn’t be able to get away with that,” Ashley said.
No, they shouldn’t, Nick thought to himself. But he was not going to be the one to tell on them and admit that it had happened in the first place.
“Yeah, but what can I do?” Nick asked.
“Report them to the dean!” Ashley said. “They’ll be punished!”
“And then I become a tattletale nerd again? No, thanks.”
Ashley looked confused. “What do you mean, again?”
“Freshman year,” Caleb mumbled, his face still pressed against the couch cushion. “He reported two girls for cheating, and the whole class gave him crap about it for the rest of the year.”
Ashley tsked. “Well, you have to do something!”
“Like what?” Nick asked. He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerator.
“Like revenge,” Caleb muttered deviously.
“Oh my God, Caleb, what are you planning now?” Nick asked.
Caleb sat up and faced his roommate, resting his folded arms on the back of the couch.
“Marissa and Kristina both live in Shepherd Hall,” Caleb said. “Ashley can get us in there.”
Nick’s ears perked up. He knew Caleb was up to something that could get them both in a lot of trouble. But he couldn’t help but want to hear what it was.
Ashley sighed. “What are you guys planning to do?”
“Oh, you’re helping too, babe,” Caleb said, slapping her butt.
“Helping with what?” Ashley asked.
Caleb grinned.
“Helping us give those two a taste of their own medicine.”
Nick and Caleb met in Ashley’s dorm room in Shepherd Hall the following evening. Nick fiddled with Caleb’s video camera while Caleb flipped through the user manual for his fog machine.
“You really think I should videotape this?” Nick asked.
“Hell yes, dude! Revenge is sweet! And you’re gonna want to remember this for the rest of your life. Make sure the battery is charged and you’ve got a fresh tape in there.”
Nick inspected the camera and ensured it was ready to film. Caleb proceeded to pour fog fluid into the machine’s tank. When it was nearly full, he screwed the lid on and plugged the machine into the wall.
“Now we wait for Ash,” Caleb said.
“Okay,” Nick said. He leaned back against Ashley’s bed, wondering what to do to kill the time.
“So,” Caleb began. “Tell me about the chick you banged last week!”
Nick blushed. He’d only told Caleb scant details about his experience with Shari. He was surprised it took him this long to press him for more.
“We didn’t bang, it was just a titty fuck,” Nick muttered.
“Were they big titties?” Caleb asked.
Nick grinned.
“HUGE.”
“Nice!” Caleb held up his palm and Nick high-fived him.
“Better than Brianna Davis’?”
Nick shrugged.
“Well, come on, man, were they better or not? Cause I mean, Brianna, she was ... damn!”
Nick lowered his head.
“Dude, did Ashley tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Caleb asked.
Nick couldn’t tell if he was bluffing. He figured there was about a fifty-fifty shot Ashley told Caleb about his sexual history—or lack of.
“I never fucked Brianna ... I’m a virgin.”
It physically hurt saying it out loud. He braced himself for Caleb’s reaction.
“No worries, bro. Your time will come,” Caleb said.
“I hope so,” Nick said flatly.
He wanted to believe it was true, but it just felt so cliché. Caleb was just spouting off the same words of encouragement people said to every virgin. There seemed little reason to take his words as anything more than polite etiquette. Still, he wasn’t convinced Caleb was wrong.
He thought for a moment. “Hey. Would you say Ashley ‘empowers’ you?”
“Sure,” Caleb said.
“Really?” Nick asked. “Like, how?”
“When she gives me blowjobs while I’m owning noobs in Halo 2, I feel like the biggest pimp.”
Nick rolled his eyes. He knew it was possible to get mature answers from Caleb, but it always required extra work.
“Not like that, dumbass! Does she build you up, you know, emotionally?”
“Well, yeah! All the time!”
“How?”
“She motivates me. Makes me want to be a better man,” Caleb said.
“Yeah, how’s that working out?” Nick smirked.
“Like the opposite of your mom’s treadmill, shit stain!”
As usual, it was difficult having genuine heart-to-hearts with Caleb. However, he felt his friend had answered a mature question the best way he was capable. All that was left now was for Nick to respond to him in his own language. Nick grabbed a purple dildo from Ashley’s nightstand and flung it at him.
“Here, suck on your replacement,” he taunted.
“It’s too small, my good man, maybe she’ll let you use it!” Caleb retorted.
Before Nick could reply, the dorm room door opened and Ashley hurried in, and shut it behind her. Caleb hid the dildo behind his back. Nick smiled at her innocently.
“I got them!” she squealed. She opened the large plastic garbage bag in her hands and spilled Marissa and Kristina’s clothes and towels onto the dorm room floor.
“Oh, shit!” Nick said, excited.
“They JUST got in the shower, so we should have time. Fire it up!” she said, excitedly.
Caleb pressed the button on the fog machine remote and the machine kicked on.
“Are you sure this will work?” Nick asked.
“Oh yeah. We used one of these last Halloween and they had to evacuate the whole building,” Caleb said.
“Oh, this is going to be beautiful!” Nick muttered.
It took about five minutes for the machine to begin emanating thick gray steam. Ashley waved her hand to clear the air in front of her face when she could no longer see Caleb or Nick in front of her.
“Maybe crack the door a bit to make sure it reaches the smoke detector,” Caleb suggested.
Ashley opened her dorm room door just a crack, and soon the fog filtered out into the hallway.
“Here it comes...” Caleb said. “Ten, nine, eight, seven...”
He didn’t make it any further before flashing red lights filled the hallway and an ear-shattering alarm engulfed the building.
“Let’s go!”
Nick, Caleb, and Ashley jumped to their feet and fled into the hallway. Nick lifted the video camera to his face and began recording.
“Fire! Fire! Everybody out of the building!” Caleb shouted.
Nick followed Caleb to the nearest exit, while Ashley ran back to the bathroom. One by one, the dorm room doors opened, and students began filing out.
“Come on, come on, come on!” Caleb urged. The annoyed students, many in pajamas, followed him out of the building.
Ashley ran past the bathroom just as Marissa poked her head out.
“What’s going on? Did someone pull the alarm?” Marissa asked.
“I think there’s a fire! Hurry, you need to get out of the building!” Ashley shouted.
“Where’s our clothes?” Kristina shouted from inside the bathroom.
“You two need to run! It’s coming this way!” Ashley ran for the exit.
“I’m not leaving without my clothes!” Kristina shouted.
Marissa looked out into the hallway and spotted a thick cloud of steam spreading throughout the building.
“Oh my God, Kristina, I see smoke! We have to run!”
Terrified, the two soaking wet naked coeds stepped into the hallway, covering their breasts and private parts with their arms.
“Follow me!” Ashley shouted. Marissa and Kristina hurried after her. They ran through the cloud of steam as fast as they could, listening to Ashley’s voice to guide them through.
Marissa sniffed the air. “Wait, this doesn’t smell like-”
“HURRY!” Ashley shouted.
The students gathered in a huddle just outside the building’s exit. Nick moved to the front of the crowd, where he readied the video camera and filmed each student as they exited.
When Ashley appeared in the doorway, she grinned ear-to-ear and hurried down the steps, stepping out of the way for Nick to get a clear view of the two ladies behind her.
And no one appeared. Ashley looked back through the doorway, confused.
“They were right behind me,” she said.
Nick kept the camera rolling, but nothing but steam was exiting through the doorway.
“Ah, damn it, they didn’t fall for it,” Caleb grumbled.
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