M. Jacobs: The summer camp nurse

"Uh… no, Nurse Chambers. Uh, there's nothin' wrong… I… I feel fine."

Actually Chris was having a terrible time. He tried to put Nurse Chambers' hands out of his mind, tried to forget how they were feeling on his legs, but it was impossible. His whole body was responding to her touch, responding in a way that he knew could become very embarrassing to him. He felt a warmth in his balls and a stirring in his prick that spelled trouble. He knew that if she didn't stop feeling his legs he was going to get a hard-on. And when Chris got a hard-on there was no hiding it from anyone. His cock was just too big to bide.

"The muscles in your legs seem to be getting harder by the minute, Chris. I've never seen such a thing. It must be symptomatic of something. I think this bears some investigation, Chris. Why don't you remove your shirt, darling?"

"My… my shirt?"

"Yes, Chris, I think this condition calls for a complete examination. I can help you if you're having trouble."

She smiled, taking her hands away from his legs. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief when her fingers left his legs. She knew what was bothering him. She also knew that all the self-control in the world wasn't going to keep that prick from standing up in his shorts under her expert influence.

"Now let me help you off with your T-shirt," she said, tugging his Camp Wawakakee T-shirt out of his shorts and skinning it off his well-muscled young body.

"Gosh, Nurse Chambers, do… do I really have to be examined? I mean… uh, does it have to be right now?" the boy gasped, his T-shirt up past his chest now.

"Yes, Chris, I'm afraid so. This condition, whatever it is, could be serious. We need to examine you while the symptoms are manifesting themselves. We need to get it out into the open."

"Get… get what out into the open?"

"Your problem, Chris. We need to find the source of all this physical tension. Why, just look, Chris! Your arms are stiff too. I can't get your T-shirt off you unless you raise your arms, darling."

When Chris raised his strong young arms, Lisa pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it away. She let her gaze fall on Chris' strong young body. His upper body rippled with muscles. She watched his chest rising and falling when he breathed. His skin was completely hairless and as smooth looking as a baby's butt. He was tanned a golden bronze from his face to the waistband of his shorts.

Lisa's cunt was steaming now. Just the sight of the boy's strong body had made her pussy start itching with desire. She hadn't had a boy since she had left the city, and she was dying for the wild pleasures that this boy could bring her. She wanted to rip his shorts open and haul out his cock, but she managed to control herself, at least for the moment. She knew that she would eventually get what she wanted.

"Oh gosh, Nurse Chambers, I… I think I ought be going! I… I've got a lot of chores to do around the camp… you know… and is well know how Mr. Carter."

The boy began fidgeting on the examining table.

"Let me worry about Mr. Carter, darling. I think your well-being is more important than a few silly chores around camp," she said, putting her stethoscope to his chest. "My, my, my. Your heart is beating very fast, Chris. But it's beating as if you were excited about something. Are you getting excited about something, Chris?"

"Oh Jesus! No! I… I'm not gettin' excited about anything! I'm really not! Honest!"

The boy knew now that his prick was going to stand up in his shorts in a second or two. The way she touched his chest made his balls ache and his prick fill with hot blood. It wasn't the touch of a woman who was trying to turn him on. But how could it be? How could it be that a beautiful woman like Nurse Chambers was trying to turn him on? She could have any man she wanted. She had a body that wouldn't quit, and a face as beautiful as any movie star. And she was old enough to be his mother. Why would she want a kid like him? His head swam with confusion.

But there was to much confusion about what Lisa had to next. She looked down between her young victim's legs and saw a bulge in his shorts that was getting bigger and bigger by the second. She had him now. She knew that he would be putty in her warm and loving hands. She would shape him into a hot young fucker, a fucker who could satisfy her need for tireless young pricks.

"Well, darling, if you say there's nothing exciting you, I guess we'll just have to look farther for the cause of all this muscular tension and rapid heartbeat. You even seem to be breathing erratically, Chris! How strange. Why don't you just drop your shorts for me, darling?"

"Oh God! Do what? Oh no! No! You… you don't really want me to do that, do you, Nurse Chambers?" he gasped, sitting bolt upright in an effort to bide his stiffening prick.

"I don't see how I can give you a good examination if you don't take your shorts off, Chris."

"But… but… why? I mean… why do you have to see… uh… why do you have to see me with my pants off?"

"Don't you know what I want to see, darling?" Lisa smiled, enjoying the way she had the boy shivering with excitement and fear.

He shook his head rapidly, too nervous now to speak coherently.

"I want to check for any… any swellings," she said in a low and seductive voice.

"Oh shit!" the boy squealed.

"In fact, darling, I seem to see a swelling already. It's right there! Why yes! It's getting bigger and bigger all the time. I simply must feel it to see if it's as hard as it looks!"

Lisa smiled wickedly, putting her hand right on the big hard swelling that was making a tent in his loose-fitting shorts. She felt the incredible warmth of her patient's young prick soaking right through his shots into her hand. She knew that the warmth of her hand was having an equal or greater affection the boy.

"Oh, Chris, this swelling seems to be feverish too. I think you'd better let me help you off with your shorts," she said, attacking his pants.

Lisa had his shorts unfastened and his zipper tugged down before Chris could protest. She pulled his shorts down to his knees and stared at the enormous bulge in his white briefs. His cock was so big and swollen that the hard thing was sticking several inches down his leg, and his crotch was swelling with the big balls that were confined there.

"This is very interesting. Oh yes indeed! This is very unusual. I don't think I've seen a case like this in all my years of nursing, Chris. It's so big! It's… well, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

"B-beautiful? You… you mean you like it? You're not mad 'cause it got swelled up like that?" the boy gasped, feeling her eyes burning into his crotch.

"I'm a nurse, lover. I've seen everything. But your cock is so big and hard! I really have to see more of that fat hard cock… just professional curiosity of course," she smiled. "Strip those underpants off, boy!"

Chris did as he was told. He skinned his underpants down and sat there on the edge of the examining table, his huge hard-on sticking up from his lap. He felt terribly nervous and self-conscious about exposing his privates in their excited condition, but what could he do? And besides, there was something about showing Nurse Chambers his cock and balls that made him feel good.

"Well, Chris, I think we've found the source of all that tension. You're horny, darling. You probably haven't had a good piece of ass in a long time from the looks of this big hard cock," she smiled, knowing the effect her hot words were having on the innocent boy. "In fact, you probably have never had a piece of ass. Is that right, Chris? Are you a horny young virgin?"

The boy nodded nervously. He somehow knew that it was futile to hide anything from Nurse Chambers. His cock was throbbing and jerking between his legs, making his balls ache with the pressure of their hot cum. She was right about the tension, he thought. He was one knot of tension from head to toe.