I was sincerely relieved to have found a place to live so quickly. I received a call from my future roommate, Lucy, and she seemed extremely interested. She told me she had just turned 21 and that her salary didn’t yet allow her to afford a place of her own in London. As for me, at just 24 years old, I had just landed a job at a major law firm and needed to find accommodation in the capital.

She opened the door just seconds after I rang the bell, and I was almost shocked by her beauty. She had silky, light-brown hair and hazel eyes that were accentuated by her slightly tanned skin. She was a little shorter than I was and very slim—you could tell she worked out regularly. There was a natural kindness in her face, and her smile was stunning.

She also paused for a moment when she saw me. I have to admit, I’ve always had success with women. But in the end, she was the one who broke the silence.

“Hi! You must be Matis! Nice to meet you! Come in, put your things down.”

I followed her inside, taking off my shoes. The wooden floor was heated. The entrance led into a fairly large living room.

“You have no idea how happy I was to see your ad. My previous roommate had to move to Wales for work, and I couldn’t afford the rent on my own. You’re here for work, too, right?”

“Yes! I’ve just landed my first job at a law firm, and I’m also relieved to have found a place so quickly!

“That’s great! When do you start?” she asked, pouring me a coffee.

“Tomorrow, I have to go for my medical check-up.”

“That gives you some time to settle in. Well, I have to go to work now. I told them I’d be a little late to welcome my new roommate. See you tonight!” she said with a wink.

Then she left before I could even reply. I had an hour before my appointment at the clinic, but my thoughts were occupied with Lucy. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found a roommate who was both kind and gorgeous, and I couldn’t help but smile foolishly.

I realized she hadn’t given me a tour, so I decided to explore on my own. I found a fairly tidy room, but it was clearly Lucy’s, and not wanting to be rude, I quickly closed the door. I put my things down in the second bedroom but decided to unpack only after my medical check-up. After discovering my bathroom and the kitchen, I grabbed my new keys and headed for the door—it was time to leave.

The clinic was a twenty-minute walk away, and the stroll was quite pleasant, thanks to the spring sunshine. This day was turning out to be a good one.

When I arrived at the clinic, I checked in at the reception, where a small elderly lady asked me to wait a few moments before Dr. Thorn would see me.

Less than five minutes later, a soft voice called out.

“Mr. Gatson?” a brunette woman in her forties asked.

I stood up and walked toward her. She held out her hand, and I shook it.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Anna Thorn. Please follow me,” she said with a smile.

She was incredibly beautiful, with striking blue eyes, and slightly taller than me. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, and her square glasses gave her a very formal look despite her warm expression.

As I entered the office, she gestured for me to sit in front of her desk. She first asked me questions about my lifestyle, and after I told her that I neither smoked nor drank, she asked me to strip down to my underwear for the examination.

“Do you exercise?” she asked as I took off my sweater.

“I run a little, but just to stay in shape.”

There are numerous pleasant running trails in London. It’s important to stay active, especially with a job like the one you’re about to start,” she said kindly.

She put on a stethoscope and began examining me.

“Alright! You seem to be in perfect health, Mr. Gatson,” she said after a few minutes. “Stand against the wall—I’m going to take your measurements.”

After noting my height and weight, she picked up her phone and called the receptionist. “Please send in a nurse,” she requested.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“Not at all, but I need assistance to check if your genitals are functioning properly,” she replied casually.

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“Your genitals,” she repeated. “It’s a routine check-up, don’t worry,” she reassured me.

“Is it mandatory?” I asked, feeling a little awkward.

“Yes, without it, I can’t approve your medical file.”

Just then, the office door opened, and a familiar voice spoke.

“Do you need help, Dr. Thorn?”

It was Lucy, dressed in a nurse’s uniform, looking more beautiful than ever. She smiled in surprise when she saw me.

“Matis! I didn’t know you were having your check-up here!”

“And I didn’t know you were a nurse,” I replied cheerfully, momentarily forgetting the situation at hand.

“You two know each other?” the doctor asked.

“Yes! He’s my new roommate—he moved in this morning.”

“Oh, I see… In that case… Forgive me, Lucy, but it would be best if someone else took your place. I need assistance to check Mr. Gatson’s genitals, and I think that might be a little awkward for him,” she said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

I suddenly realized what was happening. I was standing there in my underwear in front of my new roommate, and she was about to examine my crotch. Thank goodness Dr. Thorn had the presence of mind to suggest a replacement.

“Sorry, Doctor,” Lucy replied, just as embarrassed after realizing the situation. “I’m the only one available for a while.”

My heart started pounding.

“Well… I’m sorry, Mr. Gatson, but Lucy will have to proceed with the examination. We’ll try to make it quick.”

I remained frozen as I fully grasped what was about to happen.

“You’ll need to remove your pants,” the doctor said, picking up a booklet and a pen. “Lucy, please get the ruler.”

“The ruler…” I repeated, my breath short.

“You heard that, Mr. Gatson?” the doctor asked.

“Yes… Yes, it’s… It’s just that I’m a little cold… So…”

“Don’t worry, Matis, this won’t be the first penis we’ve seen. The faster we do it, the faster we forget about it,” she said with a reassuring smile.

Slowly, I started taking off my pants, keeping my crotch covered.

“We won’t get anywhere if you don’t move your hands,” the doctor said.

I finally revealed my small, soft cock. Dr. Thorn briefly smiled, and Lucy widened her eyes—half in sympathy, half in amusement.

“Um, Lucy, could you please take the measurement?”

Lucy stepped forward and pressed her index finger against my dick, aligning it with the ruler.

“1.8 inches,” she said calmly.

“Well, I understand his embarrassment. The hair is almost nonexistent—it looks like that of a child,” the doctor remarked seriously.

At the touch of Lucy’s finger and hearing those words, I felt my cock get hard.

“No abnormalities around the testicles?” she continued.

Lucy then palpated and brushed my balls, making me heat up even more. It felt like tiny fairies were dancing on them.

“They’re ridiculously small, but they seem healthy,” Lucy declared with a half-smile.

“Alright. I see he has a small erection—measure it, Lucy.”

She once again aligned my dicklette with the ruler. “Two and a half inches… “ That’s really a baby’s dick,” she said. Then she realized she had spoken out loud. “Oh! Sorry, Matis, it’s just that…” she trailed off, surprised by her own words.

“It’s just that you have a very small dick, Mr. Gatson,” the doctor concluded. “Is it productive?”

“What do you mean?” I asked in a high-pitched voice as if I hadn’t spoken in months.

The doctor sighed. “You understand perfectly well. Can you cum?”

“Yes… But I’m not really going to—”

“Oh my god, no, I believe you! Please, don’t cum in here!” she said hastily. “Do you masturbate often?”

“Why do you want to know that?” I asked, feeling tears well up.

“I was just thinking that with such a small carrot, you must have to jerk off a lot.”

“Yes…” I murmured, and the doctor began to smile.

“And how do you do it?”

“Huh?”

“I suppose your thumb and index finger are enough, aren’t they?” she said, mimicking the motion.

Lucy couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh my god… sorry, Matis, but I just can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Are these questions for my medical file? You’re not even writing down the answers…” I asked, my voice growing weaker.

“Oh, no, not at all, just simple curiosity,” the doctor replied, smiling more openly. “Alright, Lucy, check his prostate, and we’ll be done.”

Before I even had time to protest, Lucy lifted my balls with her left hand and pressed her index finger into my asshole, pushing twice.

With a loud moan, my dick started trembling furiously.

“NOOO!” I cried out as five powerful jets of jizz landed on Lucy’s pretty face.

She jerked back in a panic and fell onto her backside at my feet. I kept cumming uncontrollably on her calves and shoes.

Dr. Thorn cleared her throat. “Ahem, well, the prostate doesn’t seem defective… Everything alright, Lucy?”

Lucy looked me in the eyes, and I was petrified. Her shock was palpable.

“Uh… yes… yes, Doctor, I’ll wipe myself off. You don’t need me anymore?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No, you can go. And let the head nurse know you can head home. I’m sorry about what happened,” she said, looking genuinely sorry.

Without another word, Lucy left.

“Get dressed, Mr. Gatson. And work on your self-control,” she said, chuckling.

Leaving the clinic, I was utterly dejected. I was sure I’d have to find a new place to live.

When I arrived at the apartment, Lucy was watching TV. She muted the sound when she saw me.

“Oh… Matis… are you okay?” she asked, lowering her eyes.

“Yeah, um… Lucy, about earlier, I’m really sorry… I haven’t even unpacked yet. I think it’d be best if I left.”

“I see… yeah, but you don’t have to leave right away. I don’t mind if you stay until you find something else—I’m not going to throw you out,” Lucy said with a timid smile.

“Thanks… I’m going to take a shower.”

I was relieved I didn’t have to sleep in a hotel tonight. Under the warm water, I thought back to the clinic, and shame washed over me again. Lucy had been so kind, and I had ruined everything cumming all over her face like a loser. At least, that’s what I thought.

Without a sound, I felt the warmth of a body press against me. I turned around and saw Lucy, naked, pressing even closer. She wrapped her arms around me, her boobs flush against my chest. I felt my dick growing against her stomach.

“I’m really sorry if you felt humiliated earlier,” Lucy said sincerely. “But thinking back… It was actually kind of flattering for me.”

And without warning, she pressed her index finger into my ass again, twisting it. In less than ten seconds, I was jizzing against her belly. She smiled and kissed me passionately.

“You can stay more than one night if you don’t mind too much.”

I smiled for the first time in hours before kissing her back.

In the end, my day ended just as well as it had started.

 

The End.

 

 

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