I was at the nurse's for another testosterone shot a couple of days ago. Generally I don't get too aroused but I'd spent a week not letting myself cum. That morning, I'd jerked off twice almost to the point of no return, and when I went to the clinic my cock was stirring in my pants. When I went in, she hadn't prepared my shot yet but I went ahead and dropped my pants anyways. We talked as she prepared the syringe and I deliberately clenched several times. My cock wasn't erect but really chubbed up and I was conscious of a drip hanging from the tip. She sat on a stool when it was ready, which put her right at cock-level and was angled to my right side because she's left-handed. I knew she could see my cock and balls as she was starting to give me the shot. Her right hand was steadying her as she gave me the injection. She remarked again how thick the testosterone is and how it takes a long time to get it all in. Her right hand slowly slid from the side around to the front of my leg, so close that I was wondering if her fingertips were grazing my balls. I could tell the drip of precum that had been on the tip of my glans had turned into a long drool that had to be obvious to her too. It seemed like the injection went on longer than normal, and then she said she'd forgotten to get one but wanted to put a Band-Aid on me. She got up, stood at the counter to get one and sat back down. She unwrapped the Band-Aid, and as she pressed it on, her right hand slid back to where it had been and I felt her fingers graze my shaved balls, then reach around with a tissue to lightly mop up the cumdrip at the end of my cock, which was now starting to stiffen. As she got up, she started making notes on my chart as I began to dress. I pulled up my underwear and fairly tight jeans, making sure that I hooked the waistband under my balls so my stuff stood up and out long enough for her to see. I was starting to feel so distracted that it was hard to talk but I prolonged the encounter a moment longer by asking if there was still another shot left in the bottle or if I'd need to refill the prescription. She looked and said there was. This was probably the first time I'd regretted having to wear a mask, but we were making very direct eye contact, and as we said goodbye, see you in two weeks, I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice that she was smiling. I was too. I left her office with a really visible hard-on forming in my jeans, but made no attempt to hide it before I walked through the main reception area. I'm sure the lady sitting there with her baby could tell but I didn't care. I was incredibly happy and thinking ahead to getting home and stroking my cock to a big load.

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