Curing a Virgin - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 1 - The Checkup
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The Checkup - What's the best thing a straight virgin boy of 18 can hope for? A team of female doctors and nurses eager to cure his blueballs! - - - Includes a very embarrassed young man nude in front of a crowd as a woman plays with his equipment, followed by a reverse gangbang.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex First Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Illustrated
My eighteenth birthday was on a Saturday morning. I woke from a sex dream with morning wood. I felt a bit guilty that I’d dreamed of Doctor Donna, my mother’s chesty redheaded fiancée, rubbing her big breasts in my face. I glanced at the shape of her chest often, but doubted she’d be interested in me at all. I was only a high school student under half her age. We had lived together three years. A man, woman, or couple stayed overnight with her and Mom once a month or so, but they obviously preferred women most of the time.
The front of my underwear was soaked with semen. I shambled to the bathroom and had a terrible time pissing, since my penis was fully engorged and stiff as stone. I needed to stroke it until I came again, imagining Donna’s dark auburn hair and plump sexy ass. I eventually climaxed, pumping spunk into the toilet bowl, before I could finally make my cock go down. Eventually I was able to pee and relieve my aching bladder, then took a shower.
At breakfast Mom asked me, “When was your last medical checkup?”
I tried to remember and guessed, “A year, maybe?”
“You need one. Eighteen is a very important age for boys. Err ... men. I can hardly believe you’re a man already! It seems I was changing your diapers only a week ago.” A tear formed at the corner of her eye as she smiled and remembered.
Donna grumbled, “And only yesterday I had to remind him to pick up his dirty clothes.”
I replied to both, “Sorry about the laundry. I’ll call the clinic and make an appointment.”
Mom suggested, “I’m a surgeon, but Donna is one of the best GP’s in the city. She can give you a checkup now, right?”
Her fiancée agreed, “Why not? We don’t have anything planned for today. Go sit on the sofa. I’ll get my things.”
I started to complain, “But uh...”
Mom assured me, “There’s nothing to worry about. She’s a doctor, and a very good one.”
I reluctantly complied and walked to the couch. Donna came back wearing her white doctor’s coat, with nothing lower down. She reached down to test my knee reflexes with a rubber mallet and I briefly saw her green panties! She checked my pulse, oxygen, temperature, blood sugar, and several other things. When she listened to my chest with a stethoscope, the front of her jacket opened a bit. I saw the cleavage between her massive melons and the green bra holding them aloft!
I felt a growth between my legs as the inquisition of embarrassing questions began. “Have you been sleeping well, any problems waking up from disturbing dreams?”
“Well, not exactly disturbing, but ... sometimes I have dreams that wake me up in the middle of the night.” I’d never admit it, but mostly dreams about sex, often involving her.
“Any difficulties with bowel movements or urination?”
“Well, um...”
Mom rested a hand on my shoulder and encouraged me, “It’s okay. She’s your doctor. You can tell her anything.”
“But it’s embarrassing, Mom. Do you have to be here?”
“I want to make sure you’re healthy. I’m a doctor, too. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen a thousand times.”
I felt blood rushing to my face, sweat on my brow, and a stickiness under my arms. “Well ... um ... sometimes I have erections and it’s really hard to pee.”
Donna asked, “Is it difficult to urinate all the time, or only when you’re erect?”
“Just um ... just when I’m excited.”
Mom smiled for a split second, then a nervous expression appeared on her face. Donna ordered, “I better check your penis and testes. Undress and stand in front of me.”
“But! But with Mom here!”
My mother insisted, “We’re doctors concerned about your health. Do it.”
I reluctantly stripped and stood in front of Mom’s fiancée, with a beet red face. Donna said, “It’s too warm in here.” She unbuttoned her white jacket, and I stared at the impressive chest globes in her lacy green bra. She inspected and fondled my testicles quite a bit, then my penis, while it quickly grew to full size. She measured and said, “Eighteen centimeters, with girth of fourteen cm. A fat seven-incher.”
She frightened me with, “I think you might have a serious condition, grandiphallic celerotumescence. From what I’ve seen of your dirty laundry, you probably have hyperseminosis, as well. I want to bring in a urologist, to be sure, though.”
Mom let out what might have been either a cough or the start of a giggle and covered her mouth. A moment later she suggested, “I’ll call my friend doctor Meyer, she’s one of the best urologists around.”
Donna added, “We’ll need a phlebotomist to get test samples, and a nurse or two could be helpful.” She turned to Mom and said, “Call Sam. I’ll ask Wendy and Helga.”