This took place a few years ago, before we had our little guy. My wife and I were having trouble conceiving and her doctor asked that I get a sample of man gravy tested before he went in to check out her plumbing.
I was referred to a fertility clinic where I was to submit a sample for testing.
I get to the place and the first thing I notice is that I'm the only male in there. I don't know why this surprised me. In retrospect it makes sense that the majority of patients at a fertility clinic would be women. I felt like I was getting some funny looks from other patients, as if they too were wondering why a man was there. It was probably just my paranoia.
I had these grand expectations of a deluxe jerk-off room with more porn than I could shake my dick at. Again, I'm not sure why I had these expectations. But for whatever reason, that's what I was expecting. I couldn't have been more wrong.
After checking in with the receptionist and waiting a bit, a nurse called me and escorted me to the back of the office. I was led into what basically was a small file room with a chair in the middle. I was handed a specimen cup and given a brief explanation of how to catch my harvest and what to do with it when I was done. She then pointed out a parcel which contained various magazines should I need them. It seemed like she was disgusted by the fact that her office even contained porn as she only gestured and wouldn't even glance in the direction of the offensive material. And then I was alone.
In the room there were a couple desks, various office supplies, a few file cabinets, a couple of old computers obviously no longer in use, and some cabinets. It was pretty crowded in there and I had hardly enough elbow room to do much of anything vigorous.
I grabbed the porn parcel and opened it. Much to my disappointment, it contained 4-5 magazines, all save one were Playboy. The odd man out was a Hustler. I refused to let my mind go to how many different hands had held these things over the years. Man, they were aged. Still in relatively good condition when I considered the dates on the cover - nothing newer than 1989.
That's right, a handful of 80's Playboys and a Hustler. And you gentlemen reading this will understand right away my sadness due to the era and style of said era. Big, heavily-forested bush.
My message to any men out there who have to go through this - do yourself a favor and bring your own porn.
I was referred to a fertility clinic where I was to submit a sample for testing.
I get to the place and the first thing I notice is that I'm the only male in there. I don't know why this surprised me. In retrospect it makes sense that the majority of patients at a fertility clinic would be women. I felt like I was getting some funny looks from other patients, as if they too were wondering why a man was there. It was probably just my paranoia.
I had these grand expectations of a deluxe jerk-off room with more porn than I could shake my dick at. Again, I'm not sure why I had these expectations. But for whatever reason, that's what I was expecting. I couldn't have been more wrong.
After checking in with the receptionist and waiting a bit, a nurse called me and escorted me to the back of the office. I was led into what basically was a small file room with a chair in the middle. I was handed a specimen cup and given a brief explanation of how to catch my harvest and what to do with it when I was done. She then pointed out a parcel which contained various magazines should I need them. It seemed like she was disgusted by the fact that her office even contained porn as she only gestured and wouldn't even glance in the direction of the offensive material. And then I was alone.
In the room there were a couple desks, various office supplies, a few file cabinets, a couple of old computers obviously no longer in use, and some cabinets. It was pretty crowded in there and I had hardly enough elbow room to do much of anything vigorous.
I grabbed the porn parcel and opened it. Much to my disappointment, it contained 4-5 magazines, all save one were Playboy. The odd man out was a Hustler. I refused to let my mind go to how many different hands had held these things over the years. Man, they were aged. Still in relatively good condition when I considered the dates on the cover - nothing newer than 1989.
That's right, a handful of 80's Playboys and a Hustler. And you gentlemen reading this will understand right away my sadness due to the era and style of said era. Big, heavily-forested bush.
My message to any men out there who have to go through this - do yourself a favor and bring your own porn.
You know......Giving a guy a helping hand.....Or lips....Maybe it would be exciting