Note: it's the guy who's reluctant in this story, so skip it if that's not what you're looking for!
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I sat in the waiting area of the urologist, looking down at the paperwork they'd given me to fill out. A few other guys, about my age, sat there too. Everyone was taking extra care not to make eye contact.
I was here for my vasectomy appointment. It was something that I had some reservations about, but that my wife and I thought was the best decision. Since our second was born, our life had become so crazy that even the thought of having a third was out of the question. Unfortunately, this meant that we'd been avoiding having sex for nearly a year now. In fact, the stresses of family had put a complete end to our intimacy. It was all business now.
I looked down the paperwork which said I'd be seeing Dr. Mel Pearce. I'd never met the guy. It was a big office and I just chose the first doctor with an opening. I admit I was feeling a bit of dread at the idea of this surgery. Was I really ready to end my ability to put a baby in someone?
A nurse appeared and called my name. She told me to follow her back to the operating room. Her name tag said "SANCHEZ." She was young and very thin, with light skin and jet black long hair that she wore up in a bun held by a pen. Her walk and facial expression suggested a woman who is all business with little time for the bullshit she has to deal with from the all-male clientele.
When we got to the room and she turned around, I saw why. Despite her slight frame, she had exceptionally large breasts that refused to be fully concealed by her scrubs. I couldn't help but stare while she read over my paperwork. They were nearly gravity defying in the way they jutted out from her torso.
"I'm Amy," she said in a dry voice, "please have a seat on the table and I'll do some tests of your general physical condition."
Nurse Amy proceeded to check my heartrate and blood pressure. When she was removing the arm cuff, I felt the soft pressure of her breasts against my shoulder. In my semi-celibate state, it was enough to send a jolt of life into my neglected member.
"You seem very healthy for a guy your age," Amy said, which stung a little and reminded me that she probably wasn't like more than 25. "You can get undressed now, the doctor will be in shortly."
I removed my clothes and felt a little awkward given that I was still quite aroused. A knock on the door and Nurse Amy returned.
"I just forgot the--oh goodness!" Her eyes quickly darted away. "Um, you're supposed to keep your boxers on," she managed. Her eyes returned to my engorged cock for just a second. Then she grabbed a clipboard and left the room without further comment.
I was embarrassed, but before I could dwell on it too much another knock came and in walked a female doctor. She was tall and formidable in her stature. Maybe 40 years old. Dirty blond, thick-framed stylish glasses, with wide hips that caused her medical coat to flare outward at her waist. Her nametag said "PEARCE."
"Dr. Melanie Pearce, nice to meet you" she said warmly with outstretched hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and I was a little dumbfounded.
"I know," she said, "you thought I was a man. I admit I purposely list my name as Mel because a lot of guys shy away from a woman urologist, but I promise you're in good hands."
"No, it's no problem!" I said sincerely, taking in the unexpected site of this large and powerfully built woman. I noticed her ring.
She saw where I was looking. "Oh yes, and my husband has his qualms as well!" She flashed a broad, beautiful smile that didn't reveal if she was being sarcastic or not.
"Anyway," she continued, "let's get down to business. You're here for a vasectomy, do you have any questions about the procedure?"
"No, I think I've learned a lot by searching online about it. I admit I'm a little nervous," I said
"I totally get it," she replied. "Remember that after the procedure there will be no change to the volume or consistency of your semen. I've had no complaints from my patients and usually people are choosing to do this for pretty good reasons, which I assume is true for you?"
"Yes," I replied, "My wife was told she couldn't have children so she stopped birth control. We got pregnant in the first month! After our son was born, we didn't have sex for over a year, but after just that one time, we got pregnant again. We really can't have any more children with all the chaos in our house. I mean I love my children, but, well do you have children?"
"Actually no," she said. "I'd like to have them, but my husband really doesn't. It's basically too late for me now anyway, though." Then with a wink, "You'd be surprised at how good a motivated man is at pulling out at just the right moment. Sounds like you should have learned to do that better yourself!"
Again, I wasn't sure if she was kidding or not.
"I need to take a look at the operation site in order to plan the procedure. Please remove your boxers and lie down."
I did so and Dr. Melanie stood at the end of the table looking between my legs. Her fingers gripped my balls, almost roughly, and she moved them left and right. Again my member started to stir and it did a complete flip from pointing down at her to up at my stomach.
Dr. Melanie giggled and said, "Don't worry that's perfectly natural."
I heard an electronic sound and look down to see Dr. Melanie taking a picture with a cell phone.
"This is the digital record so we can compare before and after at the site of the incision," she said professionally.
She continued, "Ok, everything checks out, so we're basically ready. The anesthesiologist will be here shortly and I'll perform the operation with the assistance of Nurse Sanchez. You'll be out later today."
"There's only one more thing you have to do, and that's provide a sperm sample so that we can ensure your sperm count has diminished as a result of the procedure. Try to enjoy yourself because, well, after the procedure it can be a little risky to masturbate until we confirm everything is ok at our 3 month appointment."
I was taken aback, as I thought I would only have to wait a week or so. My shock must have been obvious because Dr. Melanie joked, "Looks like that's going to be a challenge for you--my kind of guy!" Again, her confusing wink came, "Just try not to think about me." As she said this she ran a hand down under her right breast, lifting it slightly and revealing it's substantial weight. She continued down her waist tracing the rounded curve of her hips and ass.
"Maybe that will help you with the sperm sample," she said playfully. "Unfortunately, we get terrible cell service here and don't share the wifi with patients, so you're stuck using the old magazines we have in that bathroom. Here's your cup."
With that, Dr. Melanie turned and left the room. I went into the bathroom and saw a stack of Playboy and Hustler magazines that looked to be from the 1980's.
"Great," I thought, and started thumbing through them. I found lots of silicone scars and big hair. With the pressure to perform and terrible porn, I was actually finding it difficult to get off. After a while, I closed my eyes and what I saw was Nurse Amy and her luscious tits.
I imagined her pulling her scrubs up her wasp-like waist and over her head, then kneeling in front of me as I stood. Now Nurse Amy was unclasping a frilly black bra and her large breasts burst out bouncing. She buried my cock in her cleavage and pinched on her dark brown nipples as she began to stroke up and down.
I saw her looking up at me with deep brown eyes and saying "It'll make me wet if you cover my face and tits with your hot cum."
That was all it took. Moments later, I ejaculated with an audible groan while picturing Nurse Amy making eye contact with me while she stuck out her tongue, happily catching the streams that didn't splatter onto her chin or nipples.
