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Subject: {ASSM} Diary of a Young Schoolboy - Prelude by Teddy Daze
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Diary of A Young Schoolboy (DAYS)
Prelude

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I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting.
The stories will be in diary style, and chronicles my experiences
from sexually awkward adolescent to someone who knows.... more.
Stories may or may not be my real, personal experiences - keeping
you guessing is half the fun!

The story below is a taste of things to come (pardon the pun).




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I shuddered as I prepared to go for my med screening during
recess again. My thoughts of yesterday's ogling at Miss Tin and
the delinquent were replaced by that of an old, grumpy nurse
poking all over my body (as they all are).

Who is Ms Tin? The delinquent? Other stories for other times.
Ugh! Why couldn't nurses be more pretty or gentle, at least for
my benefit?

The door to the makeshift medical center was open this time.
Finally, somebody's home! I entered hurriedly without knocking
and was promptly surprised.

Sitting alone in the entire room, catered for 3-4 med staff, was
a much younger person. She was probably in her early-20s, and
appeared energetic and attentive. Glancing at her name tag told
me her name was 'Serina'.

I was so busy soaking in this surprise that I forgot to announce
my entry, so she too, got a surprise when she turned from her
work and saw me standing there, punctuating it with an audible
"Oh!"

I apologized and explained how I missed my scheduled screening
two days ago, and that the center was empty yesterday.

Serina told me that the original nurse had to take urgent leave
yesterday, leaving no one was left to staff the center. The
Ministry Of Health promptly assigned her to finish the work, and
she arrived today.

As I waited for her to get on with my check-up, the young
replacement quickly and candidly explained she was still a
trainee, though she was graduating from nursing school this year.
She was a very hurried, last-minute replacement, and was unsure
of such screening procedures. With that, Serina asked ME what she
should be doing!

Of course I was taken aback, hesitating and stammering an
attempted reply. Before I made a clear response, she nicely asked
if it was okay to let her screen me although she was not a
fully-qualified staff.

Considering that check-ups were not major operations, and that
saying 'no' would complicate my medical records, I agreed. I
shouldn't be a hassle, right?

So I tried recalling what was done in last year's screening, and
for some morbid reason, drawing blood first came to mind. I told
her, in spite of my very acute fear of blood.

Nurse Serina's eyes widened. Drawing blood was not easy for any
medical trainee. You had to handle a needle, find a visible blood
vessel on the subject's arm, and pierce it. Things could get
messy if done improperly.

With a nippy "Okay! Bear with me a bit", Serina prepared the
needle and anesthetic.

The needle went in but to both our horrors, blood began to squirt
out. In a manner of seconds my whole forearm was filled with
pulsating red fluid from my own body! That was when I lost
consciousness....

The next thing I knew, I woke up on the bed of my school's
infirmary. The school had a permanent infirmary, sparsely
furnished with one clean but old metal bed, and a metal cabinet.
How did I just pass out? Was I overwhelmed by the sight of so
much blood? Maybe I just had a weak constitution......?

Just then, a school staff came in to tell me what happened. After
I passed out, Serina stopped my bleeding quickly and bandaged it.
Then they all put me here.

The next day, I realized that the check-up had not been complete.
I only had my blood drawn, and nothing else. What a disaster. I
should go through the whole check-up, accident or no.

So I trudged down to the makeshift med center once again, during
recess. To my frustration, the door was locked! So after lunch at
1pm, I returned hoping someone would be in.

I was greeted again by a closed door, and was about to leave. But
I knocked, just to make sure.

"Come in!" returned an enthusiastic voice.

I happily strode in and met nurse Serina. Immediately she
apologized for yesterday and being absent this morning. She
actually tried replace herself to prevent a repeat of my
incident, but her superiors told her there was only one pending
case left (me), so she should finish up. She had just returned
here from her hospital.

The nurse assured me that she is actually an excellent student at
nursing school, but I was her first 'live' patient, and accidents
tend to happen with firsts. As she spoke, I started to sweat.
Must have been a hot day, I thought. Or maybe it was due to
watching Serina as she spoke.

Serina had her top button off, probably to relieve herself of the
heat. Her hair was tussled and let down, as opposed to sanitarily
tied up yesterday. Perhaps she loosened herself because there'd
be no other patients today. She did not even bother to keep the
door open!

Serina was facing me cross-legged, giving me a splendid view of
her legs, which I now saw to be very shapely. She wore a
one-piece uniform, fastened by buttons all the way up, and a
nurse's hat with matching white heels. I ogled her like how I
ogled that vulgar delinquent, but without the table obstructing
anything or even verbal abuse! What's more, her unbuttoned
uniform revealed a bit of her chest, and I stared at the exposed
skin.

Just then I realized this nurse who hurt me yesterday was fairly
attractive! She was more tanned than average, had a slightly
chubby face, but sported radiant skin and large, beautiful eyes
which twinkled whenever she talked. She wasn't drop-dead
dazzling, but sweet and alluring. Enough to attract a 15-year
old, though she could be 6-8 years older.
More sweating....

I tried to shake off such thoughts to mentally prepare myself for
the needle......
To my relief, the blood drawing was finely executed this time!
Perhaps her claim of being a good nursing student was right after
all! With visible relief on her sweet face, Serina thanked me for
being her first 'guinea pig'. We chuckled, and she proceeded to
other checks effortlessly.

Serina shone a little torch into my eyes, and examined my throat.
She tried to bend lower to look closer but could not. I noticed
that her uniform was restraining her.

I asked, rather too directly, "Why are you wearing a uniform
that's too small?"
Instantly I was afraid she'd be offended, but she only beamed.
Serina explained that nursing students wore their own clothes to
study. This was her first field assignment, and the hospital
hastily tossed her a uniform based on her size at a glance. She
was officially a 'small'.

She unclipped another button off her uniform, and I knew why it
was too tight for her. She had a bosomy chest. She came very
close and bent over for her closer look.

My heartbeat quickened.

Her breasts pressed hard against her tight uniform, and the
unbuttoning revealed A THIRD of those breasts! The linings of her
uniform pressed into her flesh, and my eyes fixated into that
deep recess between her partly-exposed bosoms.

Gassp!

My gaze dashed from cleavage to legs, then to waist and hips, so
clearly outlined and strained against that uniform. Nurse Serina
was luscious.
Since she was busy looking at my mouth, Serina had not noticed my
intense eyeing of her entire body. I sweated more. Finally, she
was done, and sat back to pen her records.

When she faced me again, she saw a bulge building in my pants!
Serina's eyes widened and twinkled. "Is that something in your
pocket? Or what I suspect it is?"

I mumbled "It's.... nothing....", then prepared to leave. She
stopped me. "There's one more check left. The physical check-up."

GULP!

Serina had me stand up and asked me to unzip my pants. Slightly
shaking, I hesitated, hoping she'd drop the idea and save me from
ultimate embarrassment. But she got restless. In a flash, she
unzipped my pants herself, and pulled them down! I nearly let out
a shocked "AAH!"

Gently she explained, "I need to check for any unusual growth in
your privates. Everyone has to go through it. Don't feel
embarrassed, all right?"

She now confirmed that my tool was healthy, and in fact, standing
very erect just inches from her face. I trembled and sweated
more. Serina asked why I was erect. Was she not aware?? Or maybe
only boys are easily aroused by tight clothes and sexy bodies. I
couldn't tell her that she caused it, so I made an excuse, saying
it got like this sometimes, very randomly.

The clueless nurse stared for a while. She even knocked my shaft
with her finger and stroked my testicles to feel for internal
growths. OOOH! I was trying for my life not to react too much!
She paused, her pretty eyes glancing at my erection, then at
various corners of the room.
"I may know why." She finally spoke, almost clinically, "This is
caused by excess build-up of semen. Boys your age are undergoing
sexual change, so if a build-up is not taken care of, you get
erections out of the blue. I've read that somewhere."

REALLY??

"So the best solution is regular release. Masturbation. Can you
share with me your masturbation habits? Maybe you aren't doing it
right."

WHA...!!??

I think Serina realized she was being over-zealous, but her keen
interest in a real life case, beyond her textbooks, was more
important. She came up with a hypothesis: When I touched myself
and come, I may have tried to hold in my semen to prevent a big
mess. It's better to let go and come as much as my body can
release.

BUT, this is not causing my present stiffness!

Serina was pleased with her analysis, and boldly suggested
'educating' me on the spot. I was just utterly confused.

She suddenly took out a colorful little packet from one of the
med boxes, and asked me what it was. Now, I knew what a condom
was but at 15, had never seen real one in its packaging.

I replied, "I dunno. A sweet?"

This time Serina laughed pretty loudly, but composed herself as
soon as possible. She commented I 'truly needed lots of
education'! I resented that remark a bit.

"Normally this condom serves a prevention purpose, during real
sex. But today, it'll be useful in another way. I don't want you
messing up the room."
"Messing up? How?" I thought.

Procedurally, Nurse Serina peeled off the packaging. She placed
the condom at the tip of my hard penis, then rolled it over
entirely using both hands, enclosing my hard-on in her finger-ly
embrace.

GASSSP....

Her fussing and pressing on my shaft almost made me come right
there and then!
I'm not blessed with a large one, so the rubber more than fitted
me; but mine was thick, even at that time, and the condom felt
very tight. As she worked that condom on me I admired her
colorful, painted nails in striking pink.

Serina moved back, and asked me to show her how I masturbated
normally.
How could I possibly do that in front of someone else??

And further, here's a little secret-- I never masturbate with my
hands. I rub myself on a soft pillow, and plunge my penis into it
to come. Sometimes you hear of boys refusing to throw away their
old pillows and bolsters. This is the reason. They've gotten so
used to their 'fuck-pillows' that they'd refuse to part with
them.

With such inexperience at hand jobs, I fingered myself clumsily,
hoping Serina was satisfied with the basic stroking movement. I
must have done it badly, because she gave me some amazed look,
and commented I 'knew so little'!
I was concentrating on doing it right, and had not noticed her
rolling forward on her chair again, until those pink-painted
nails wrapped around my aching member.

"Let me show you how...." Serina's voice was somewhat gentler and
more loving now.
Before I could react, her hands had started stroking. Those
tenderly fingers went up and down my shaft, soothing it from the
ache of being erect for quite some time. She palmed it gently,
and continued to rub it while her hands clasped around it. Then
she used the back of her hand to stroke its underside.

All this while, I enjoyed a thrilling view of Nurse Serina from
above her. The exposed flesh of her tits, her fleshy thighs....
and that luscious body wrapped so tightly around the white
fabric.... now gyrating about because of her movements.
Serina rubbed me faster and harder now. Soft, deep moans escaped
my mouth. It was difficult for me to stay still, and I wished I
could grab her hands, shoulders, or head; or even run them all
over her sweet little body. I grabbed the table in response, and
a chair to my other side.

Uuuh.....!

It felt like a long time had passed, but I think it really lasted
just a minute. My long aching erection, aroused by Serina's body
and skillful hands, didn't let me hold out long.

UUUGH!

With a relieving, drawn-out moan, I came long and hard in
Serina's hands. My body jerked slightly in spasms, and I gripped
the surrounding furniture madly. She continued stroking and
coaxing more out of me, until I could only manage little spurts,
then finally, nothing. The condom was filled with my fluid now,
and looked like a small water balloon. I stared at what I made in
fascination.

Serina was surprised at the volume too. She took out a beaker
from her bag. With my penis going limp it began to assert more
pressure on me. Serina asked me to take it off. I peeled it
slowly, wincing from its tightness on my limp, sore member, and
she took it from me. She poured my sticky cum from the condom to
the breaker, and studied it.

"It's a healthy ejaculation. 50ml of semen. I think my deduction
of your semen buildup problem is correct!" she declared.

I didn't feel like arguing, seeing the kind of remedy she gave!
Serina turned to close her files, then startled, "Oh! I forgot to
put on sanitary gloves!"

I hid a grin, because that had let me feel her hands more
intimately. I cleaned, zipped up, and sat down to recover a bit
while watching her work. After a few minutes, she informed "Well,
we're done!", looking puzzled why I was still hanging around.

So that was it?? I rose to go, opening the door.

"Wait, Teddy," Serina said.

"I was thinking.....maybe I want to do a follow-up check, to see
your progress .....whether the semen buildup will lessen."

Did she enjoy masturbating me? If so, she certainly didn't show
it. Her voice was professional, almost distant. I nodded. She
told me to look her up in two months. She would be on her study
attachment, at a vocational school down the road.

I could hardly wait!



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**Profile**

By day, I'm a normal guy living in a normal life. You can say I'm
a  (mediocre) professional writer. By night, I enjoy writing
erotica that blur the line between fact and fiction. I like my
erotica brusque, simple, and visceral.

All comments appreciated! If you enjoyed the story, consider
giving a small tip via Paypal (my email address below).

Teddy Daze (Toronto)
(teddy.days at gmail dot com)


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