As it is for everyone out there, I don’t get any younger as time goes by. And as you get older maintaining your body and his functions gets more and more time consuming, and sometimes, things just don’t work as the used to work anymore.

When I reached my mid thirties something very frightening happened to me: I was laying in bed with a hot, willing and consenting woman, and nothing. Nothing was growing and getting harder. I panicked a little bit.

The woman next for me, she was about my age, she took it relaxed: “Happens, maybe a too stressful day, let’s try again tomorrow morning. Morning sex is the best sex anyways.”

We then went to bed. She had no problems falling asleep, but the fact that my dick wasn’t working as he had used to work in the past, worried me a lot. It kept me awake. It kept me thinking.

Until I came up with the following conclusion: Maybe it was time to set up an appointment with a doctor to give myself a thorough checkup. Shortly after that thought had popped into my mind, I was able to fall asleep.

The following morning I woke up with a perfect piece of morning wood. It didn’t took long and the woman laying next to me and I did it. It was great, but I wasn’t able to last as long as I used to last in the past. Something that gave me to think again.

But luckily I lasted long enough to finish her off, but was it was a very close finish. I really struggled to push her over the finishing line.

We then had breakfast together. After we were done eating the woman I just had spent a night with left my apartment, and then my life. It had been a hookup, some casual fun, we both wanted nothing more.

What stayed with me was the problem down there, between my legs. It all worked fine during some solo runs on the following days, but as planed, as I had promised myself, I already had set up an appointment with a doctor.

A doctor who according to some trustworthy friends of mine was exactly the right person for me and my problem.

Roughly four weeks later I was sitting in a waiting room, reading some ancient magazine while waiting to be called inside an examination room. To my surprise, it was really tough to get an appointment and I only got one, because someone had canceled theirs. But despite it was that tough to get that appointment, I was the only one sitting inside the waiting room.

It didn’t took too long and a woman in her early forties came and picked me up. She introduced herself with the following words: “I am not the doctor, I am her assistant. The doctor will be with you soon, until then I will do some very basic tests with you. Is that okay with you?”

I told the assistant that I was okay with her doing some basic tests with me. Shortly after the basic testing began: She measured my height, she took my weight – I had to strip down to my underwear, and I was told to stay in my underwear afterwards – then she took my blood pressure, she took a blood sample, she asked if I currently was on some medication, and so on, and so on.

All together the assistant and me spent an hour doing tests together. Then the doctor took over. After introducing herself, and saying hello, she sat down behind the desk that was standing in front of the only window the more than decent sized examination room had to offer.

After sitting down the close to sixty years old doctor went through the test results. While the well ages woman was reading, the assistant quietly left the room. From now on, it was the doctor and me only.

As soon as the doctor was done going through the already collected data, she began to ask me questions, about me, my lifestyle, my medical history and everything else doctors normally want to know when dealing with a new patient.

While interviewing me the doctor took notes on the computer standing next to her. She was a very fast in tipping, her fingers practically flew over the keyboard. The conversation ended with the following question: “Have you come to me for a general checkup, or are you here because of a certain problem?”

After taking a big breath in and out I told the doctor about my penis problem. I told her the reason why I was here. I told her that I failed to get hard, that I was not able to fuck the hot naked woman laying next to me.

The doctor listened, took notes and then she asked me more questions: Those questions went from how often did it happen to mostly everything, every tiny little detail about my sex life. It told her everything, because I wanted my boner problem to be fixed, and because she was bound to patient doctor confidentiality.

Once the doctor was done asking questions she told me the following: “Thanks for sharing all the information about that very delicate topic. But I won’t be able to give you a diagnosis today. I have to wait for your blood test results to come in.”

I nodded. The doctor kept on going: “And I fear, we have to collect one more sample, in your case most likely the most important one: I need some of your cum. As fresh as anyhow possible.”

My head once more went up and down. Then I opened my mouth: “Okay, no problem for me. Just hand me some dirty magazine, an empty cup and show me where your bathroom is.”

A smile appeared on the doctor’s face: “No, that is not how we collect sperm samples here. But, you are willing to give me a sample of your cum?”

I gave the doctor my consent. I told her that I was willing to provide her a sperm sample by obeying the procedures she had in place in her doctor’s office. The well aged doctor continued: “Then stand up straight, and drop your underwear.”

Once I was in position, and fully naked, the doctor very carefully checked me out from tip to toe. She made me turn around, bend over, she made me do a few squats and a few push ups. Once I was done with it all, she came to the following conclusion: “Healthy and in an okay shape. So the tests can continue.”

Then it really was time to collect the sperm sample. I was standing straight in front of the doctor and the desk again. With my limp dick hanging into her direction while she was lounging in her comfy looking chair. She then gave me my next task: “Touch yourself. Masturbate until a sample comes out of your balls.”

I did as told. I polished my limp dick. I was a little bit nervous, but not embarrassed or anything similar. Reason for me feeling no shame at all, the woman watching me playing with myself was a medical professional, and it wasn’t done for pleasure, it just was done because of medical reasons.

And last not but least, the doctor for sure had watched hundreds, if not thousands of different men jerking off, to get a sperm sample from them. Because as mentioned earlier, she was a specialist for penis problems.

So I had no trouble getting hard. I quickly began to feel good, I gave myself what I needed to bring myself as fast to an orgasm as anyhow possible. A few first moans escaped my body. It was then that the doctor told me to stop.

Needless to say, I complied. Because I tend to follow a doctor’s orders when ever possible. After I had stopped, after my hand was off my dick, the doctor pulled a measuring tape and an empty plastic cup out of one of the drawers of her desk.

The doctor then got out of her chair, and walked around the desk, towards me. Once she arrived next to me, she bowed down and measured my hard one and my balls. When she was done taking measurements she handed me the empty cup: “Shoot your load into there. Be careful to not let a single drop going to waste.”

After she had spoken the doctor walked back behind the desk, sat down and wrote down the measurements. While she was typing, one word left her body: “Continue.”

Not even a second later I was jerking off again, under the watchful eyes of a doctor. I gave myself one hard and fast stroke after the other. I continued working myself to an orgasm as fast as anyhow possible. Shortly after my moaning was filling the room.

When I was a few strokes away from coming, with my aching balls ore than ready to dump their sticky load, the doctor once more told me to stop: “Slow down, touch yourself more gentle, doing so provides a higher quality sample.”

Well, doctors order. I did as she had told me to do. I gave myself one gentle and slow stroke after the other. Doing so kept me excited, it made my moans even more intense. But doing so also pushed my orgasm further away. The doctor watched my doing with a pleased expression on her face.

I kept on going. I slowly but steadily worked myself towards an orgasm. While holding the empty cup in my non jerking hand, ready to collect every last drop of my cum. Fuck, it felt so good, my mind was melting away, and most likely getting ready to be flushed out through my cock.

A few very very slow but intense strokes later I came. My balls emptied themselves. A decent sized load shot out of my dick and straight into the plastic cup. Not a tiny little drop went elsewhere. I was able to catch it all.

Once I was done coming, I collapsed into the chair I had been standing in front of. I was out for a few seconds, but I managed to place the partly cum filled cup onto the doctor’s desk before my legs gave in. The sample was safe.

Shortly after returning into my body, the doctor addressed me again: “Thank you for your cooperation. So far everything looks good. My receptionist will give you a new appointment.”

The doctor then wished me an awesome day, I wished her a better one, then she left the examination room. She took the sperm sample with her.

As soon as the doctor was out of the room, the assistant came back in. She told me that the examination was over for today, and that I should put my clothes back on before leaving the examination room. I did as she told me to do.

Some minutes later I was standing at the front desk of the doctor’s office, and there the receptionist gave me my next appointment. I should show up again in about for weeks. Once that was out of the way, she also asked me if the examination went well.

And if I had some ideas for improvement. I told her that everything was okay, that I had no ideas for an improvement and then we wished each other an awesome day. I then left the doctor’s office.