Authors Note:
So this is very similar to other stories on this site, one in particular. This is my take on this kind of story; hope all of you like it!
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Chapter 1: The Prescreening
Harry's mother led him down the hall quickly; he had his head down and was looking at the floor. This was embarrassing, his mother had always known of his
problem,
but until now she hadn't done anything about it in a very long time. Harry suddenly stopped walking and felt the familiar panicked feeling of his problem.
"Oh my god." Harry muttered before he gasped and felt his dick shoot a large load into his pants. Harry moaned quietly as the orgasm continued, his mother stopped and turned. She simply watched her son twitch and pant as he leaned against the wall.
"Has it passed"? She asked with a hint of concern as she walked up to him. Harry nodded ashamed of himself.
"Yeah, that was a big one." Harry replied as he panted and adjusted the blue jeans covering his crotch. Harry's mother cleared her throat and replied as caringly as she could.
"You put on a new condom before we left home right?" he nodded. "Good, well don't worry about it, just take a sip from your water bottle and lets get to the doctors office." Harry nodded again and spoke.
"Okay mother." He untwisted the cap of his water and took a drink. Harry stood back up to his full height of 5 feet 9 inches tall and began to walk briskly behind his mother.
They were late to his appointment with a special doctor. This was his fault, Harry needed to change his condom before they left and discovered that he didn't have any more. How he'd forgotten to mention that to his mother before putting on the last one and leaving for school earlier that day he had no idea. He'd already taken the used one off so he couldn't go out in public until he had a new one. This meant his mother had to drive to CVS and buy more. When his mother got home Harry explained to her that he'd shot two loads into a rag. She smiled at him, happy that he'd remembered what to do in case of these kinds of situations. This was the first time since he was 14 that he'd run out of condoms. Now 18 years old, his mother would simply buy him more before he ran out.
Harry's mother grabbed the door and held it open, Harry uttered a quiet thanks and they both walked into the small doctors office. This doctor's office was tucked into the back corner of a much larger hospital. There wasn't a single person in the waiting room except for the receptionist. The receptionist was a gorgeous brunette woman who couldn't have been more than 24 years old.
"Hello there, do you have an appointment?" Harry nodded yes. "Well then I'll need you and your mother to go over there and fill out this form. After that bring it back here and we'll go from there." She gave him a bright smile and Harry followed his mother to a chair and sat down. The form was your standard medical form until you got to the bottom where it asked you describe your problem.
"Harry sweetie, this form needs you to describe your problem in detail. It asks for you to state when in started as well." she handed Harry the form and the pen that the receptionist gave her and he sat back and started writing. After Harry had finished he stood up and walked over to the receptionist's desk and handed her the form.
"Thank you, now I'll be out there in just a moment to finish the preliminary screening. So go sit with your mom and I'll be right out." Harry nodded and spun around on his heels. Harry caught his mothers eye, she was looking at him with a look of sympathy on her face that only a mother could give. Harry went and sat down next to her and sighed. This was so embarrassing; he couldn't believe that his mom was sitting next to him right now in this room about to go talk to a doctor.
"I know it's embarrassing Harry, but this is for the best. This is something we should have done years ago."
It was about that time when the receptionist walked into the waiting room from behind a door carrying a medical bag and a bucket.
"Okay Harry, having looked at your form it's been determined that we need a sample to analyze." Stated the receptionist causing Harry to blush.
"What do you mean a sample?" His mother asked worriedly.
"We need a sample of Harry's semen to analyze Mrs. Partridge." His mother turned a dark shade of crimson after hearing that and he felt his dick instantly twitch.
"Okay so lets get started." The receptionist grabbed one of the nearby chairs and sat down in front of him. "Okay Harry so I need you to take your pants off and sit back down in the chair." His mother was obviously taken aback by the bluntness of the receptionist's instructions.
"What? But what if someone walks in here?" the receptionist laughed.
"Mrs. Partridge, nobody will be walking into this room, your son is Doctor Blake's only patient today. Now I need you to do me a favor and hold these." With that the receptionist reached into her bag and pulled out a large bottle of lube, a weird cylinder and another weird cylinder like device that was larger and all black with a clear collection area at one end. The receptionist handed Harry's mother the three items and then rolled up her sleeves.
"Okay Harry drop your pants all the way to the floor and then remove them completely, your shirt as well, you'll be completely naked from this point further. It's just easier this way." Harry nodded and proceeded to take off his clothes, he subconsciously placed his hands over his condom-covered cock and averted his gaze away from the beautiful woman in front of him. The receptionist removed Harry's hands, looked at the cum-filled condom then looked to Harry's mother.
"It's so that he doesn't soil his pants every time it happens during the day." Harry's mother stated as she swallowed nervously. Harry's mom continued.
"Everyday is different, but Harry ejaculates around 20 times a day. Today is unusual in the fact that he's only ejaculated 6 times today." The receptionist nodded in understanding and proceeded to remove the condom. She looked at the contents of the condom and seemed shocked.
"Jesus Christ, is this how it always is? This is a lot of semen." Harry's mother nodded. "Interesting." The receptionist reached into her bag and grabbed a small clear box containing a washcloth. It looked like it was wet.
"Are these condoms lubricated?" Harry's mother shook her head no. "Good then we won't be needing this yet." She set the washcloth back down in the box and set it aside. The receptionist looked up into Harry's eyes.
"Okay sweetie, when was the last time you ejaculated?" he swallowed.
"Well," Harry said nervously. "I came once this morning while I was on the school bus. I came once in the middle of 2
nd
hour, once on the way home when mom picked me up early to go to this appointment. Then I came twice while at home waiting for mom to come home with more condoms, see I went to change my condom just before we were going to leave, when I noticed that I'd ran out. Well I couldn't go out without a condom on and run the risk of creaming in my pants. So I had to wait at home while she got more. Then I came once in the car on the way here, which was almost 30 minutes ago and then I came again in the hallway while walking to this office." Harry looked away in shame.
The receptionist smiled at Harry, she could see the shame all over his face. Surprisingly this made her feel sad; she could see it in his eyes that he didn't have many friends and was probably rather lonely. The receptionist grabbed onto Harry's hand and spoke comfortingly.
"Harry look at me," he turned and looked at her. "There is no need to feel ashamed, this is a judgment free zone." With that being said the receptionist grabbed a hold of Harry's flaccid cock and began stroking very slowly and softly, she was only stroking the base of his shaft. "Now lets make this beautiful penis nice and hard. Tell me do you masturbate?" Harry blushed again and nodded. "Okay, what do you think about while you do it?" Harry's eyes went wide and the receptionist saw him look away then quickly glanced at his mother. The receptionist looked at Harry's mom then back to him and smiled.
"I can see why, I'll have to note that in your file." Harry's mother gasped and looked at him in shock, her son simply blushed; he couldn't look her in the eyes.
By now Harry was getting very hard, the receptionist being the observant woman that she was, noticed.
"Well I must say, this is the biggest cock I think I've ever seen." Harry blushed again; he noticed he'd been doing a lot of that. The receptionist gave Harry's cock one final stroke and spoke again.