Finding the Exam Room

The front desk is occupied by an older woman with a bored expression. She's on the phone, talking amiably with someone but rolling her eyes at whatever they're telling her. As I approach, she covers the receiver with one hand and whispers to me with a deep south accent, "Baby, you may be in the wrong office. I think you're a little young to be seeing the urologist." She looks pointedly toward the other people in the waiting room. All of them are elderly men, some even toting portable oxygen tanks.

I take a deep breath and try to quell my anxiety. "My name is Timothy Gaines. I have and appointment with--" I check the text my dad sent me with extra details... "I have an appointment with Dr. Teak."

"Oh, so you're him, huh?" She leans forward and tries to catch a glance toward my crotch. She isn't even subtle about it. "Not what I was expecting," she mutters. Then she calls out loudly behind her, "Henry, let's take this kid back to room six. He's the 'emergency' appointment." The way she says emergency I can't tell if it's innuendo or sarcasm.

The same cute guy from the elevator appears at the little side door holding a clipboard, now wearing a name tag: Henry D., R.N. He smiles apologetically and says "Come on in. They were just filling me in on your--erm--situation. Let's get you in back and get started with the preliminaries."

Nurse Henry leads me to a station in the back hallway where he takes my blood pressure, temperature, and weight. Then he hands me a small cup and explains that its standard procedure to do a urine test. He points to a small doorway nearby. "Just use the included wipe on the head of the penis around your urethra to help get a better sample. You'll want to start your stream into the toilet, and then move the collection cup into the stream midway through. It helps reduce cross contamination with anything that may be on your skin. Just try to fill the cup to the line."

I nod. Who knew peeing into a cup would be so complicated?

He then hands me a hospital gown and a paper sack. "While you're in there. Would you mind changing into this? The sack is for your clothes."

"I need to take off everything?" I ask nervously. I can already imagine what it's going to look like with my loose cannon swinging around under a single thin sheet of fabric as I'm led through the halls to an exam room.

Henry nods. "Everything. Sorry, I know it feels awkward, but you can trust that we're all professionals here. We've seen everything." Despite his words, he seems unable to stop himself from glancing down at my crotch every few seconds. Seen everything, huh? I doubt you've seen something like this, I think to myself.

I try to swallow my anxiety and head toward the bathroom door, but Henry stops me. "Oh, I forgot. We'll meet you in exam room 8. It's just down that way and around the corner."

"Sure." Okay, chill out Timothy, I tell myself. How hard can it be?

The bathroom is cramped. There's a small sink on the wall, a toilet, and otherwise just enough room for a person to stand. I feel like I'm in an airplane lavatory or something. I slip off my shoes and socks and lean against the wall for balance as I get out of my shorts. In the tiny room, my scent is overwhelming. My briefs are soaked with sweat, and as I peel them down my big nuts and schlong swing down, heavy and ripe. I smell like a high school locker room on steroids.

And worse, I'm getting off on it. My dick starts to plump up again, and determined to pee in this cup before I get a full on boner, I set to cleaning myself according to Henry's instructions. Pointing my half-chubbed monster at the toilet bowl, I summon up a heavy stream of piss. The noise of it splashing into the bowl in this cramped room sounds like a waterfall. I fill the cup to the line and then finish emptying my bladder.

I carefully balance the sample cup on the sink and start to peel off my shirt. In the cramped space I get tangled with the shirt over my head, and the ripe odor of my pits is just too much. By the time I get it peeled off, I'm fully boned and my cock has a long string pre hanging from its head. I can't go out there like this. Maybe if I wack off a quick one, my dick will settle down?

I start stroking. Even though I'm trying to be quiet, I can't help but let out a little whimper. It feels so good. My cock is in overdrive drooling pre; the thin string dangling from my slit has begun to pool on the tile floor. The sound of wet rubbing flesh fills the tiny bathroom as I wank hard. Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap. Fap.

My dong is so hard and heavy in my hand. I know I'm getting close now as my hips begin rocking forward. I can't help but grunt a little. As the pressure builds in my loins and pleasure screams down my spine, the first blasts of cum shoot from my monster dong, painting the wall above the toilet. "Fuck!" I moan, trying to aim downward into the toilet bowl. Rope after thick of rope of spooge splash into the toilet. I don't know how long I've been coming, but it's got to have been a minute or more by this point.

I'm trying to suppress a moan when suddenly there's a light knock on the bathroom door. "Everything okay in there?"

It's Henry!

"I--oh God--everything is fine. Ngh, mnph--I'll be out in a sec."

I squeeze the last of my load out into the toilet and see that the water level has risen a couple of inches higher than it was before I blasted off. Are my loads getting bigger? I wonder.

I reach for the toilet tissue to wipe the splashes of cum off the wall, but only a few squares of paper are left. I wipe what I can away, but there's still a lot there, dripping down wall. I just need something, anything, to clean up this mess before I get caught!

I grab one of the sweaty pairs of briefs and use it to mop up the remaining cum. I tuck it into the paper sack along with my other clothes, and then I pull on the hospital gown. I guess I leave it open in the back? Fuck, there's no strings or anything. How do I keep it closed?

My now temporarily satisfied cock hangs flaccid, only about eight and a half inches long. I figure if I hold the gown closed in the back with one hand, and carry the pee cup in the other--and tuck the sack of clothes under my arm--I can at least make it down the hall with a little modestly.

Sure, the imprint of my swinging softie against the gown is fairly pronounced, but it's not going to get any smaller. What else can I do?

I exit into the hallway and start walking, looking for room eight. Was it eight? Or six? Oh, fuck... I'm not sure I remember.

I keep my head down and try not to draw attention to myself. Luckily, no one seems to be around. I'm pretty sure Henry said the room is around the corner, though, so I pick a direction and go.

Turning the corner, I find I'm suddenly in the receptionist's area. Sensing movement behind her, the same older woman from before turns around and sees me.

"Oh, honey, you're turned around. You're gonna want to go back that way and--" Her eyes wander down to my groin, where my cock is once again making itself known through the paper-thin material of the gown. "Okay, I see what you're working with. Damn, boy."

I don't think she meant to say that aloud, but I am immediately embarrassed, and I release the back of my gown so I can hold my dick down inside the gown and lessen the imprint it makes on the fabric. "Which way?" I ask. I can feel my face flushing.

"Back the way you came. Just turn left when you get to the end of the hall and then room eight is on your right."

I turn and go, forgetting that the back of my gown is now wide open and my nuts are hanging halfway down my thighs, as big as lemons in my hairy sack. She gasps audibly at the sight. Humiliated, I release my dick from my grip and hold the gown closed again. I march quickly down the hall to the correct room. My heavy gonads slap against my thighs loudly the whole way there.

Once in the room. I try to settle down. I climb up onto the too-tall-for-me exam table, only realizing after I've scaled it that I should probably put the pee cup and sack of clothes on the counter over against the wall.

When I'm finally situated, I lay back onto the exam table and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

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