The receptionist didn't even look up. Steven was surprised, but quickly took courage. What the heck, everything has gone wrong so far anyway, he thought to himself. "I can't do this here. How did that go with the rod?” The lady looked up. She took the rod. “You have to open the rod here. You have to turn here, understand?” She continued speaking confidently and in a loud voice. "Then put the urine sample in the beaker and draw the sample up here with the rod. Then leave the rod here.” How stupid, thought Steven. It's that simple. He was a bit ashamed, but didn't want to show it. He understood the principle now. He thanked her and quickly went back towards the toilet. He looked briefly at the young woman in her seat and hoped that she hadn't really been interested in the whole thing. Wishing she was busy with her phone, she must have been staring at him the whole time. With her look, she revealed that she absolutely had to know who couldn't handle the utensils. Steven quickly looked away and tried to disappear to the toilet as quickly as possible. Luckily, he thought to himself, the toilet is still free. It was infinitely embarrassing for him that the young woman in the waiting room now noticed how clumsy he had been. A strange feeling came over him. He locked the door and put beaker and rod back on the shelf. Standing in front of the toilet, he imagined who the young woman in the waiting room was. Maybe she was a nurse who wants to start her new job and also has to go to the examination? Maybe the whole thing was normal for her, a normal procedure? Steven imagined how it would feel to know her better and what it would be like if she were his girlfriend. Never mind, he thought and turned back to reality. He unzipped his pants, slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and grabbed his penis. He took it out of his fly and took the open urine beaker. Steven had had a cup of coffee in the morning, so he felt a slight urge. This didn't make his penis stiffen, but made it grow noticeably. It was always like that when he drank a lot. Of course, his penis wasn't hard, but the more in his pants was noticeable and pleasant to feel. It came quickly. A faint, relieving jet began to emerge from his urethra. He quickly held the cup under the acorn. The cup filled up quickly. With a squeezing movement near his perineum, he stopped the stream briefly, put the beaker on the shelf and turned back to the toilet. Then he let it flow until the bladder quickly emptied. With a piece of toilet paper he took the last drop from the glans. Steven twitched very slightly. The paper was very dry, which Steven felt on his penis. A brief moment of awkwardness, then the paper soaked up the drop. With the backs of his hands he pulled the elastic waistband of the boxer shorts back over his penis. He zipped it up and turned to the beaker. Now it worked. He opened the sample, drew some urine into the stick and closed it as was explained to him beforehand. Then he dumped the urine from the cup into the toilet, closed it and washed his hands, dried them and opened the door. With quick steps, not caring whether the young woman was looking at him again or who was still sitting in the waiting room, he went to the receptionist and handed over the sample. He noticed the open door to the doctor in her examination room. "You can go in right away!" This instruction didn't take away Steven's excitement - quite the opposite.