Tom Briggs was still reeling from the diagnosis his doctor had shared with him a week ago. Cancer. His biggest worries had been whether anyone would go with him to Prom and keeping up his grades for college, and now instead of trips to the beach or movie nights with friends, his only plans were therapy. The doctor had explained the prognosis was excellent and the treatment had a 95% success rate, outside of some side-effects such as fertility.
Before he could begin therapy, he was told if he ever wanted children, he'd have to freeze some sperm at a sperm bank. His mother blushed when the topic came up. Sex was never talked about at home and Tom had no experience himself, outside of the times he could sneak onto the family computer when no one was awake to watch porn. He had always been nervous jerking off in the family room, especially since his habits and tastes had become more... peculiar.
Appointments were made, and on his way there, he had no idea what to expect. Tom was fearing an awkward encounter with someone resembling his grandpa and a conversation about where to deposit his sperm. When he arrived at the sperm bank, he was struck by how normal it looked, like any other drab doctor's office. Boring beige walls, plastic chairs, high-density carpet, and complete with terrible magazines. His fears were confirmed when he saw a round fellow in his 60's was manning the front desk.
"Sign in here please"
"thanks"
The man thankfully didn't make eye contact, and Tom made his way to an open seat. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long before the door opened and a black nurse about his mom's age stepped out and called his name. She was wearing plain blue scrubs, with her hair done up in a bun, and he could tell she had been born more attractive than average. He was ashamed to make eye contact, knowing the purpose of his visit.
"that's me" he said sheepishly.
She nodded and waved her hand to indicate he should come with her. The hallways were like every other doctor's office, it was lively with other nurses, doctors, and patients walking around.
"Next door on your left"
He went into the room and noticed the main difference from a normal exam room was a recliner where the exam table would normally be, with the same thin paper covering.
"Please take a seat" she said, and motioned to the chair.
He was now bracing for the embarrassing conversation where she tells him he'll have to play with himself. This was worse than the diagnosis.
"I'm Nurse Holly, Tom. I'll be helping you out today" she said, Tom was struck with shock due to her ambiguous wording, realizing he wasn't sure exactly how this all went down.
"Now Tom, the office is familiar with your case, and we're all rooting for you"
"uhh... thanks, that's nice" Tom croaked out, weirded out that the whole office knew who he was and why he was there. He preferred to stay anonymous with the people who would shortly be handling his sperm.
"So now for the fun part" ('oh god', Tom thought) "There is some pornography in this drawer next to you. If you require video, we can wheel in a cart with TV and DVD player for you. Will you need that?"
"uh, no. i'll be fine" Tom blushed while staring at his feet, wishing this conversation would just end. No way was he going to ask for that cart so all the people in the halls would know it was headed to his room, Tom the cancer kid, to jerk off to.
"Now, are you heterosexual or homosexual? We can get a special supply of homosexual pornography if you prefer."
Tom's eyes bulged out of his head... "straight. straight is fine." The nurse suppressed a chuckle at the obviously nervous young man.
"Alright, in the next drawer we have some lubricants, which we recommend using to avoid abrasion" (tom blushed red) "And you'll need this" she said as she reached into her jacket pocket to produce a small clear glass jar with what looked like a pink rubber cap at the top. She placed it on the flat arm of the chair and he saw there was a thin slit cut into the plastic on the top. The jar looked a bit larger than the head of his dick.
"This is where you'll make your.. deposit. We've had difficulty in the past with patients aiming correctly and making a mess before these cups were developed. When you are ready, this cap slides on the end of your penis and stretches to form a tight seal, so even when its placed upside down, there won't be any leaks. It will keep the seal as you remove it, then just buzz me with this button and I'll take care of the rest"
Tom only blushed more red as she talked about his penis. She was the first female in his whole life that had talked about his dick since he was potty trained.
"thanks for the help"
"If you need anything else, just buzz me. I'll leave you to it."
She walked out, and as the door snapped shut Tom noticed there was no lock on the door. Would anyone accidentally walk in thinking the room was empty, only to be scarred by finding a naked teenager stroking away? He hoped it would stay shut.
Here he was, finally alone. He opened up the drawer, looking over the magazines. Playboy, Hustler, High Society, Asian Fever, Swank, and more. His eyes darted to the petite girl on the cover of Asian Fever. He pulled it out and started to look through the pages. There was plenty of tits, ass, and pussy. It was somehow different from video that he was used to and he felt less of a rush without hearing the girl moaning or seeing her flesh shake. It seemed too static. The bright fluorescent lights were a lot different than the dark safety of his house. He glanced back over at the unlocked door. He felt this was a really weird environment to do anything sexy in.
Tom looked through the magazine pages to find a suitable girl, all looking exciting but lacking some key quality. He doubled his efforts, trying to focus in on this tiny Asian girl's pussy. He tried to start by rubbing his crotch through his pants looking for that familiar feeling, but nothing seemed to be working. He was just too used to porn on the computer in a different environment, and minutes began ticking by. He looked through other magazines, but nothing seemed to start the fire and put the rest back.
After about 20 minutes, there was a knocking at the door. Nurse Holly wanted to know if everything was fine. Thank god she didn't just walk in, even with his clothes on he felt dirty looking at the magazine.
"yeah, everything is fine"
