Chapter 2

Nick hadn’t been able to orgasm at all that weekend, leaving his balls even fuller when he showed up to swim class on Monday morning.

The students lined up in formation as before; on the red line in alphabetical order, girls in swimsuits and boys in the nude. They stood in place while they waited for their instructor to arrive, and when she did, Nick was not disappointed.

Instead of her red shorts and tank top, today Monica was in a swimsuit, a one-piece shiny blue Lycra suit similar to the one the female students wore. Nick’s eyes went wide as saucers when he saw his teacher’s curvy figure in her form-fitting suit.

“Looking good, guys!” Monica said, tying her black hair back into a ponytail. “Before we get into the pool, let’s start out doing some stretches to limber up. Okay?”

As excited as Nick was at the sight of Monica in her bright blue swimsuit, he’d managed not to get an erection immediately upon seeing her. It wasn’t until she’d turned her back to the class and bent over, and he got a peek of her firm bottom, that his exposed penis rose to attention.

His face turned beet red, and he heard the chuckles and muttering from his fellow students. Nick took a step backwards, but nearly every student in the class had spotted his protruding penis already.

Ashley touched his arm assuredly. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about them.”

Nick ignored the chuckles from his classmates and focused on Monica.

“Okay, I’ll need everyone to bend over and grab your calves, like I am,” the instructor said, demonstrating the first step of her calisthenic routine. She heard the giggles and turned around, feeling her bottom to ensure her suit hadn’t ripped. It was then that she spotted Nick’s erection. She gave an annoyed sigh and returned to her position.

Nick’s penis remained erect for the entirety of the stretching exercises, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Monica finally instructed the students to enter the pool. The cool water and exercise helped settle Nick’s sexual excitement for the remainder of the class to his alleviation.

When class had concluded and Nick was on his way back to the locker room, he heard someone call his name. He turned around to see it was Marissa Lafferty, one of the prettier girls in his class. She sauntered towards him and wiped the wet hair from her eyes.

“I found this on the floor. It had your name on it,” she said.

She reached down into the front of her swimsuit and pulled a red tag out from her cleavage to show him. It was the tag with his name and padlock combination on it.

“Thanks,” Nick said, holding out his hand to take it from her.

She smiled at him sweetly and hung the red tag on his penis.

“You’re welcome!” She slapped his butt and scurried away, giggling. He watched her scurry off into the girls’ locker room with the other female students to remove her wet swimwear where the boys wouldn’t see her.

Nick blushed and took the tag from his penis. He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or offended, but he decided to retreat into the boys’ locker room before too much attention was drawn to him.

“Damn, bro, you got to get that number,” one of the guys said to him as he walked into the locker room.

Nick winced, unsure if Marissa’s gesture was one that came from genuine interest or not. Either way, he had to hurry to get into the showers to make his now-hardening penis return to its flaccid form before too many guys saw it.

He let the cold water wash over his body, and slowly, his erection subsided despite the thoughts of Marissa and Monica still in his mind.

When Nick tried masturbating that evening and still wasn’t able to ejaculate, he considered the possibility that he had a medical problem. It took a significant amount of courage to make an appointment with a urologist, and he likely wouldn’t have done it had he not been in fear of having more erections in swim class.

Dr. Erin Bishop came highly recommended. Nick read several online reviews stating she was very frank and understanding with patients of any gender or orientation when it came to discussing sexual concerns. She seemed like a comfortable professional to talk to, and her office wasn’t far from LaPorte campus, so Nick secured an appointment to see her the following Thursday.

To his horror, he spotted a small gathering of students in the parking lot, some of whom he recognized from school. It appeared they were patrons of the Mexican restaurant located in the same strip mall as Dr. Bishop’s practice.

Nick ducked into the urologist’s office and prayed that none of his classmates had seen him. He knew there was no shame in what he was doing, but being spotted here by people he knew made him uncomfortable nonetheless. He just prayed there would be no one in the waiting room he knew. It seemed unlikely, but he braced himself regardless.

To Nick’s relief, the waiting room was empty save for an older gentleman and a middle-aged couple, neither of whom he recognized. After signing in at the front desk, he took a seat in the far corner, keeping his face buried in a magazine and holding it high enough to obscure his face from people passing by in the hallway.

A television was on showing the local news, but Nick had been tuning it out as background noise until a news promo caught his attention.

“A local business is asking its female employees to work nude. More on this story after the break.”

Nick slowly lowered his magazine and stared up at the TV. A quick shot of a woman’s bare legs walking down an office hallway was all he saw before the program cut to a commercial. He hadn’t imagined it; the news had indeed reported an incident quite like what Caleb had mentioned a week earlier. Nick had to wonder if it was possible his roommate wasn’t completely full of crap.

Intrigued, Nick kept his eyes locked on the screen, waiting for the news to come back from the commercial break. To his disappointment, the waiting room door opened and a nurse appeared before the break ended.

“Nick Hosdale?” she called.

Slowly, Nick rose from his chair and walked towards her. He was nearly at her side when the commercial break ended, and a male reporter’s voice came on.

“Imagine being asked by your employer to work an entire day in the nude. For two San Amaury women, this happens every year. Rebecca Hill has the full story.”

“Hi Nick, how are you doing today?” the nurse asked.

“Uh, fine,” Nick said, still listening to the television. He followed her through the doorway as a female anchor’s voice came on over the television.

“Carmen Lantieri and Cynthia Whittle work as secretaries at a San Amaury Insurance firm. Most days of the year, these women report to work wearing business attire: skirts, blouses, and slacks. But one day a year...”

The nurse shut the waiting room door, and Nick couldn’t hear another word of the report. Sighing, he followed the nurse down the hallway to a scale, where she instructed him to stand.

After measuring his weight, she directed him to an examination room. It wasn’t long before the question he was dreading escaped her lips.

“So, what brings you in today?” she asked.

Nick gulped.

“I can’t seem to ejaculate when I— well, I can’t seem to ejaculate,” Nick said.

“I see,” the nurse said. She entered information into the computer and asked him several questions about his medical history. After taking his temperature and blood pressure, she instructed him to undress.

“Please remove all of your clothing, including your underwear, and have a seat on the examination table. The doctor will be in to see you in a minute.”

She walked out. Nick looked around the room, wondering if a gown would be provided, but saw there was none. The doctor intended him to be nude when she examined him. As if coming to see a female urologist about his ejaculation problem wasn’t embarrassing enough.

Nick reluctantly removed his clothes and sat on the paper-lined examination table. He could hear female voices outside the doorway while he awkwardly struggled to find a comfortable and dignified way to sit on an examination table in the nude.

It took about ten minutes before he heard a knock on the door, only for the nurse to poke her head in.

“She’ll just be a few more minutes,” she assured him. It was brief, but for the quickest second, her eyes shot down and glanced below his waist before she closed the door behind her. Nick rested his hands on his lap, squirming with thoughts of what the nurse had seen and what she’d thought when she saw.

It took another five minutes before the door opened again, and the doctor finally entered. She was a tall, attractive woman in her late twenties with a bright and radiant smile.

“Hello!” she greeted him as she stepped inside. Nick fidgeted upon feeling the draft of the door opening— and the doctor’s gaze upon his body. “I’m Dr. Bishop, you must be Nick. How are you today?”

“Okay,” he replied nervously. He waited for her to close the door behind her, but the door remained open.

“That’s good!” she said cheerfully. “Nick, I hope you don’t mind, but I have a PA in training, and I’d like her to shadow me while I examine you today. Is that all right?”

“Sure,” Nick said.

“Ashley, come on in,” Dr. Bishop said.

Nick spun around, only to see Ashley Bruckner step into the examination room. She looked at him, and her eyes lit up.

“Hi Nick!” she greeted cheerfully.

“Uh, hi...” he said, his voice trailing off.

“You two know each other?” Dr. Bishop asked.

“We go to school together!” Ashley said. She shut the door behind her. It was little consolation considering he was now completely naked in front of two women, one of whom was his best friend’s girlfriend. Of course, Ashley had already seen him naked in swim class, so seeing him naked here was hardly anything new to her.

“Oh! Small world. Well then, Nick, why don’t you tell us why you’re here today?” the doctor began.

Nick cleared his throat.

“I can’t seem to ejaculate,” he said quietly.

“At all? Have you tried masturbation?” the doctor asked.

Nick nodded. It was, in fact, the only thing he’d tried, but he didn’t see the need to mention that at this time.

“Are you able to get erect?”

“Yeah. All the time. I just can’t cum no matter what I do.” He winced upon realizing he’d said the word cum, hoping these professional women weren’t offended by his use of porn slang. He looked them both in the face, but neither gave a visible reaction.