Summer Intern Chapter 1

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Summer Intern
Date: 22 February 2015

Chapter 1

The end of the Spring semester was coming up and I was looking for summer work. As a general plan I wanted to get away from the school books at the University of San Diego, and, as a specific plan, get away from San Diego in general. It’s a nice place, all right, but it’s a corner city, and not much going on. USD is a Roman Catholic college, and, to say the least, they suppress libidos whenever they can. Some of us call it University of Sexual Desire, which describes how one feels when we are continually pressured to deny satisfaction.

I had heard of a study of male sexuality that was looking for subjects. Participants were to be paid, it lasted for about two months, and it required relocation to an isolated facility somewhere in California. The study organizers were looking for college boys in a narrow range of height and weight and age who participated in college athletics. That was me at 190 cm (about 6’3”) and 82 kilos (181 lbs, about 13 stone) and 19 years old.

My sport is water polo, an activity that I picked because it provides good body development without strain on the joints. I have a slim frame with a 71 cm (28 inch) waist, and I pack my weight in my upper body and legs. I play in the flats, usually, sometimes the center. In other words, I’m not a goalkeeper. During matches I squeeze into a size Small speedo, a cinched-up Medium works in practice.

Students from several colleges applied for the internship being offered. They were paying extremely well, all expenses were covered, and it concerned a subject of interest to just about all of us. An interviewer came to Campus, sat down with us for about 90 minutes, asked several questions including some about sexual capability and frequency, and had us fill out a long questionnaire. Towards the end the interviewer, possibly a medical doctor, had us strip naked and checked us from head to toe. We had to be perfect – straight toes, straight dick, the right number of testicles, even good teeth. I didn’t care for the prostate check, I thought that was for older guys. That was my first DRE (digital rectal exam). I could, however, understand why this invasion might be important to the study.

The study was to determine if male sexuality was subject to cycles, one of which might be a lunar cycle. Samples of semen would be collected regularly under controlled circumstances. The group studied had to be similar in ancestry, unmarried, and willing to sign a contract obligating them to completing the study. For thirty five thousand dollars in two months, I was ready, willing, eager, and desperate. I had plenty of semen to give.

What I didn’t know is that, while stripped, we were being videoed while being subjected to subliminal images flashed on the wall. Secretly, thermal videos were being taken of us that mapped the frontal area from the groin to the nipples in high resolution. 4X HD regular video was also taken to record changes like the pupils of the eye and the cock and balls. These recordings included our physical and thermal responses to the prostate procedure. The interview had me naked for much more time than I thought necessary, but the prospect of $35k for two months had me more than happy to be compliant.

I was the only candidate selected from USD. I drove to the collection site in San Bernardino where I left my car and joined fellow selectees for the bus ride to the site of the study. We were told that the place had to be isolated to minimize random influences, so we weren’t too concerned as the bus seemed to take a very long time to get to the camp. But (we were told) there was lake and mountains and all needs would be taken care of. Probably like some others, I had a boner most of the bus ride. I had decided to “save myself” so I could impress the doctors with my facility in delivering a load.

I sat next to a blond fellow, a second-generation American whose family came from Sweden. I accused him of being a Swedish anchor baby, we laughed and started to get to know each other. We joked about the topic of the study, and tried to avoid any discussion of how the study might be conducted. His build was similar to mine, perhaps less weight in the legs and shoulders. The others on the bus were also friendly, and we all seemed to think the same thing – this will be a lark.

When we got to the camp it was nearing dark, and, stepping off the bus we got hit by the dry heat of the desert. The fresh warm air felt good after the air conditioned bus, and the selectees, the six of us, dutifully lined up and waited to be assigned our quarters, like in the military. We were dropped in front of an old wooden building with lights on inside and with the sign “Office” hanging in front.

Instead, we were asked to strip. I was surprised and hesitated. My fellow selectees and I looked at each other, but the money was foremost in my mind, and it only took a few moments for me to comply. The others followed. The bus driver made it clear that “strip” meant all the way. For all of us it only meant removing our T-shirts and shorts (mine were cargo shorts), undershorts, and whatever was on our feet. It only took a minute to produce six nearly identical tall stark-naked bodies.

Being around naked men is not unusual for athletes, but that is always in a locker room and transitory – we are either getting dressed, getting undressed, getting ready to shower, returning from the shower. Here, we were just standing around with nothing much to look at except each other (and ourselves). I couldn’t help looking at the five other bodies, all fit, all studs. Three of them had their hands near their junk, trying to look casual and unconcerned. I also was wondering what to do with my hands, and just placed them by my side. I could slide them over unobtrusively if I got a boner.

The bus driver thanked us all, asked us to place our clothes in a basket, one per person, and that would guarantee that we would not have the distractions of cell phones and possibly other electronics. These devices are known to kill sexual performance, so I thought this explanation was plausible. The driver placed the baskets in the cargo hold of the bus. He slammed the cargo door and drove off, and we lost sight of the bus down the road. The gear we brought was also in the bus, and at the present time we had little under control except the amount of breeze between our legs. I don’t know how the others felt, but I felt a little thrill, and it started to manifest itself in my dick.

While we were standing around, I made some observations. I was the only one with a Speedo tan, revealing that narrow strip of white that, when I think about it, draws attention to what is hidden from the Sun. That meant that none of these guys spent much time in their college pools. The guys were surprising alike in some details besides height and weight. They all tended to stand tall with their chests sticking out proudly. They all had small nipples, relatively small mouths, little if any body hair, and roughly 17 cm (6 3/4”) cocks, cut. We had fair or blondish hair, cut short like mine.

We were now the tall naked six standing out in the open waiting for … we didn’t know what. We had been abandoned by the bus and the bus driver. It was like we had been just released from the womb. Finally, a burly man, not looking like a doctor at all, came out of the office. “Please get ready for your orientation and assignments. We’ll bring you into the office one at a time, and put you into the gear you’ll be wearing for the next two months.”

I was the third one in. What the burly fellow neglected to tell us is that the “gear” would be a tight fit, custom welded.