My wife and I were having difficulty conceiving so the doctor recommended I do a semen analysis. It's just a routine test where I provide a semen sample for the lab to analyze my sperm count. Even though I was married for several years, I enjoy secretly masturbating, so I got excited about the idea of the test giving one more opportunity to jerk off. I called the lab to schedule my appointment, but they only did those tests in the early morning, so I ended up with an 8 AM appointment. Moreover, I had to avoid all sexual activity, including masturbation, for several days before the test.
Those days my cock was constantly hard thinking about the test. I imagined they will put me in a comfy room with some magazine like Leg Show to stimulate the deed.
The day of my test I forced myself to wake up early and drive to the lab. The cold weather didn't help my erection. By the time I got there I was somewhat embarrassed to talk to anyone about it. After signing in, this attractive half-Asian nurse called me inside. She was about 30 years old, had long black hair with dark red highlights, and wore some electric blue makeup around her eyes. Her breasts and hips were larger and more rounded than the typical Asian girl. Her white lab coat made her look really sexy, and under it she wore seamed white nylons and the sexiest flat shoes with thin rounded toes showing lots of toe cleavage.
"So you're here for the semen analysis?" the nurse asked in a neutral professional tone, handing me a lidded plastic cup and an instruction sheet. "We have this bathroom on the other side of the building that you can use. Just hang this sign outside the door, and try to get all the semen into this container. Be sure not to use any lubricant." I carried the sign which said "do not disturb", and the container and went looking for the bathroom. It was in a quiet corridor on the far side of the building - away from traffic. Inside, there was a toilet stall, a urinal, a sink with a large counter, and a chair. I locked the door and decided it is probably best to sit on the chair and get started.
I don't know what it is, but I just could not do it. Maybe it was the fear of someone knocking on the door or barging in, or perhaps just the unfamiliar surroundings. The cold air, and the absence of lubricants and pornography didn't help. I tried hard to muster the image of that hot nurse into my memory, but it wasn't working. After half an hour of wasted attempts to milk my cock, I decided I needed a different approach. So I zipped up and went back looking for the nurse.
"You can just put it on that desk and I'll be right with you," she said while she was busy sifting through a pile of papers. Noticing the container was empty, she looked up into my eyes and cooed "oh, what's the matter?"
This was a very embarrassing moment. I stammered "um, it's not ... working, ... I think ... I need some assistance."
"Assistance? What do you mean?"
"Um, like, do you have any magazine I can use?"
"Sir, what are you thinking? This is a general laboratory and not a semen bank. Sorry, but we do not provide any pornography. Next time you can bring your own," she said in a stern tone.
By this time, I was really hot for her. I decided what the heck - I have nothing to lose. So I kept asking: "Well, what should I do now? Is there no way you can help?"
