Sperm Count

Dan...

Was placed in an exam room with nobody specifically assigned to see him. He had visited the clinic several years ago, before we had our affair. Since he's an established patient, I could see him...but I wasn't sure if he wanted that.

I knocked and said 'hi' very gingerly, no chart or intention of intruding. He invited me in and asked if I was okay evaluating him for 'something'. I could tell he was worried. I offered him another caretaker because I didn't feel it was right. We have such a history. I didn't want to look in his chart or make him uncomfortable. He said he was fine with it; that he was probably more comfortable seeing me than having anyone else see him. "Besides," he said, "you've already seen everything I've got."

I nodded and said, "Yea, but it's been a while."

He went on to describe sharp stabbing pains in the rectum that occur typically at night with no provocation and last about 20 minutes. This happens once or twice a month, but it wakes him up and is very severe. Nothing helps the pain. He just balls up in a knot. I pretty much knew what it was from the start, but we had to go through all the details...and the exam. He didn't want a chaperone in the room for the exam. I yielded to his request much faster than I should have. I knew Dan wasn't a liability risk.

He's gained a little weight since we were together. That chiseled six pack has softened, but he doesn't have a beer belly.  He's still nicely muscular. He stopped waxing and shaving all over, but he kept that smooth dick.  He keeps his butt hole slick and pretty. I wanted to tease him about the possibility that his dates might be fucking him up the ass at 4 AM, then hiding under the bed when he wakes up. I decided against it. I sensed he was worried, and that wouldn't be professional.

The essence of the exam was a rectal. I had to be sure he didn't have a fissure or hemorrhoids. I wasn't worried about anal cancer, honestly. I knew what this was by history. I did the digital exam (finger up his butt) - yes, I wore a glove. No abnormalities and he wasn't tender. I couldn't illicit the pain by exam. He didn't get hard, either.  Damn.

By exam's end, I told him to get dressed, have a seat, and I would be back to talk. I left the room and checked his computer chart for past medical history. No STD's. He was seen for an ankle injury about 7 years ago, ancient history.

When I returned, I told him he had Proctalgia Fugax, an intermittent internal anal sphincter spasm. It's common and meaningless with no significant consequence. If it occurs frequently enough, you can use systemic analgesics. They don't commonly work very well. More recently we use topical Nifedipine cream or Nitroglycerin ointment in low concentration. Both relax smooth muscle and are frequently used to treat anal fissures as well. He wanted a prescription, so we got that arranged.

"I need to talk to you about something," I interjected as he was preparing to leave the room. He looked at me curiously. "Did you ever check your sperm count?" Dan shook his head. "You need to do that."

"How can you be so sure?" he asked.

"I can't be absolutely sure, Dan, but I strongly suspect." Dan looked at me skeptically and gave me that smirk he so commonly exhibited when he thought I was saying something stupid.

"Look, Dan. I wasn't trying to get pregnant with you when we were together. I didn't want that, but I was really irresponsible. We both were. I wasn't on the pill when we first started our affair, and you never wore protection. We had sex at some very dangerous times, and I didn't get pregnant. That doesn't prove anything, but you had been trying to have kids with Susan for years with no success. I think she's had two babies with Vic. Don't you want to have kids some day? You're not getting any younger."

"Thanks for telling me," he huffed.

"You know what I mean. Guys don't have the ticking clock like women, but you don't want to start raising babies at 45, Dan. At least, I don't think you do. I'm not sure you'll be raising any at all if you don't look into this."

"What do you propose?" Dan looked exasperated.

"I propose we refer you to Urology and let them do a semen analysis."

"So, I have to go in there and jerk off into a cup or something, then hand the sample to some hot looking nurse who looks at me like she just caught me masturbating...which she did."

"It's not quite that embarrasing, I'm sure. I suspect you leave the sample in the room. I doubt they have porn mags for your stimulation, but you have all that library of stuff on your phone. You should be just fine, Dan."

"Can't you do it here?"

"We don't do that over here, baby. I have no idea where to send the sample and we can't evaluate it here." Dan stood there contemplating. I could tell he wasn't going to Urology. "What about a sperm bank? Would you go there?"

Dan looked at me like I was crazy. "We have a sperm bank here?"

"Not here in town. You'd probably have to go to a university. It would be a bit of a drive, but the facility might be more accommodating. There would be more paperwork, though, and more of a delay."

"I'm not going to a sperm bank," he announced. "Why don't you call over to Urology and see if I could send a specimen over there...maybe bring it over from your office?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're being a little ridiculous, Dan."

"Well, that's the only way they are going to get a sample. I'm not going over there and jerking off in some sterile exam room. I can't imagine being able to get it up."

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked. He nodded. I starred at him for a hot minute, then walked out the door to the nurse's station. Thankfully, everyone else was busy when I got the Urology nurse on the phone to ask about procedures for sperm collection and evaluation.

"Just put it in a sterile urine collection cup. That will be fine. No signs of STD, I presume?"

"No," I confirmed. "Just a long history of no success with pregnancy. The wife has been checked. He doesn't want to go over to your clinic and jerk off for you guys," I giggled.

I'm not sure if Dan ever officially divorced Susan. Last I checked they were indefinitely separated but occasional fuck buddies.  She left him right before we started our affair and took up with her high school flame, Vic, who gave her two babies with the drop of hat.

"Just have him bring the sample over in a specimen cup. We will do the exam and some blood work when he gets here."

"Great," I responded, then thanked the nice nurse. I brought in the specimen cup and gave Dan the good news. "You can do your business over here, Dan; then take it over there once you've got your sample. They need to start a chart on you, do an exam, and get some blood."

Dan told me to close the door, then he pulled down his jeans. I looked at him in shock! "Dan, I don't need to see all this."

"I don't want you to watch," he whispered. "I need you to jerk me off."

"What? No, you don't. You can do that perfectly well by yourself."

"Maybe I could, Meg. But I'm not doing it myself. If you really want me to take care of this, you need to help me. Besides, you will get more of a sample than I ever would."

"Is that supposed to be a complement?" I asked. Dan nodded, then motioned for me to stand in front of him.

"Take it," he insisted, circling my fingers around his dick. He was half mast erect, and I was way too accommodating. In seconds I had him stiff and oozing. He opened the cup and placed the lid on the exam table. I wasn't sure how this was going to work. The cup wasn't very big, so there was plenty of room for error (and making a big mess). I was stroking him slowly, firmly, energetically. He was holding the open cup at the tip of his cock. His little slit was drooling, but we both knew he wasn't ready to launch.

"You want me to play with your balls, Dan?" I hate to admit it, but I was getting wet.

"Yea, just like you used to do, Meg. I'd love it if you would suck me."

"I can't suck your dick, Dan. I don't think you can have saliva in the sample."

"Lick my balls, then, Meg. Jerk me off and lick my balls."
 

I took off my lab coat and got on my knees. I jerked him even harder and licked his whole nut sack. I sucked his big testicles deep inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue over his jewels. He was pouring out more of that precum, but he still wasn't shooting his load. I couldn't get him close.

"What do you need me to do, Dan?"

"Take your top off, Meg. Take off your bra."
 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and contemplating, but in a flash decision, I placed his cup on the table and let him lift my scrub top over my head. He unclipped my bra and removed it.
 

"Drop your pants to your knees, Meg. Pull down your panties, too."

I looked up into Dan's eyes. He was serious. I did as he asked, then he motioned me to stand.

We kissed. He circled my body with his rough hands. He squeezed my ass and sucked my nipples.

"We're losing your sample," I reminded him. He was dripping on the floor, throbbing with his veins bulging on his shaft. I grabbed his dick. He grabbed the cup. I stroked. He aimed. He slid his hand down the back of my ass, his finger down my crack. He shoved his finger inside my pussy from behind, and I gasped. "Don't make me cum, Dan. Please don't make me cum."

"You have to cum if I do," he insisted.

"Please, Dan. You know I can be loud."

"You have to cum, Meg. Cum for me." He shoved in another finger, and I squirted. I sprayed all over my maroon scrubs that were draped at my knees. He kept pumping. I kept spraying...sprinkling...moaning. "Oh yea, baby. Cum for daddy, Meg."

"Oh shit, Dan. Please stop. Please stop." I was gasping.

"I'm done with this sperm sample shit, Meg." Dan pushed me over, leaning me across the exam table like he was going to spank me. He pushed down my soaking wet scrub bottoms...shoved them to my ankles, then told me to step out.

"Get rid of those pants, Meg, or they are going to be drenched....not just sprinkled." They were already drenched. "Spread your fucking legs."

"Dan, no. You shouldn't do this. Not in here." He shoved his cock inside me. He shoved it all the way to the balls. He fucked me. He fucked me in the middle of clinic with nurses wandering the hall outside. They were probably listening through the door. He fucked me till I came on his smooth, hairless dick. I begged for the pillow to muffle my screams. He shoved his thick finger up my quivering anus; that slick, gooey finger he had pumped in my pussy.

He fucked both my holes, and I just kept cumming for him. I lost all interest in cupping his sperm sample. I lost all resistance. I wanted him to nut me. I wanted to feel that hot gush up my slit. I begged for it, gasping into my pillow. I begged for his spunk, and he gave it to me, cock buried balls deep up my cunt. I felt him pumping it in like a garden hose. 

When he was done, I just laid there, catching my breath. I noticed the cup at the head of the exam table. Somehow we hadn't knocked it off. I reached for it and held it under my snatch. I held it there and pushed. Dan's load gurgled out of me in globs. He watched me pour out his deposit, all that white creamy baby batter. He watched me collect it in the cup.

When I had finished pushing all that I could, Dan raked his finger between the lips of my pussy and pressed down on my clit. More cum came out. He held my hand with the cup in position, collecting every drop. He fingered me again and milked out more semen. "Good god," I exclaimed, "How much did you shoot inside me?"

"More than your husband ever dreamed of producing," he growled. "You seriously think I'm impotent, Meg?" Dan pulled up his jeans, then capped the sample container. "You take that over there yourself. Look at it under the microscope if you want. Do what you will. Maybe you won't need to do any of that. Maybe in just a few months when your belly starts swelling with my baby, you will figure it out."

Dan walked out the door and left me standing there naked, a cum coated cunt, a cup full of sperm, his saliva on my nipples. My scrubs were scattered all over the room along with my undies. I had a few seconds before one of the other nurses walked in to check on the room. They would see Dan walking down the hall and assume the room was clear. I put my stuff on...my wet cum covered scrub bottoms. I put on my lab coat. I stepped out in the hall with the sample in my pocket.

At the end of clinic, I drove over to Urology to give them the sample along with a copy of Dan's information, explaining Dan had an emergency and couldn't make the appointment. The nurse looked at me strangely. I barely made it there before 5 pm closing. She smiled at me, knowingly - like she had been right there. Like she had been right in the room with us collecting the sample. Like she watched me get fucked and squeeze the cum out in that cup. She looked at me like you look at a pregnant teen who doesn't want to open her legs in the stirrups.
 

"Stop being shy, Meg. I know where that came from."