My ex and I were trying to concieve a child but it was just not happening, even though we tried many suggestions (i.e. "positions")..one being me almost upside down on my head as he entered me from above!...Ouch !! We finally went to a fertility doctor who told us he needed to have some sperm samples from my hubby to examine. My ex was kind of an uptight guy and did not like being around medical facilities, hospitals or doctors offices at all.
At a clinic, he was given a jar to go into the bathroom and produce a good sample;...he got a "Penthouse" or something to help him fantasize and get aroused to stimulate a erection and, ultimately, an ejaculation. After a good 25 minutes trying, he just was too unnerved and could not produce the sperm sample. Boldly, I asked the nurse if I could go in and see if I could relax him and "help" him "produce" She frowned and said it was unusual, but since things were not happening, OK,.. it was worth a try.
I joined him and I knew he really liked to have me finger his butt;..it usually resulted in a nice firm erection. So, I had him get down on his knees and bend over with his arms resting on the toilet seat. Knowing that this "shyness" might happen, I was prepared for just this situation. I pulled a half tube of KY from my purse, lubed my finger and lovingly inserted it into his rectum and slowly moved it in and out. I reached around and took hold of his penis with my other hand, which I had smeared with KY. It sure was working;..he got hard very quickly as I slowly stroked his manhood and softly spoke "dirty" in his ear! His legs started to quiver and his breating got heavier;.. I knew it would be happening soon. I had him hold the jar firmly in front of his penis. Suddenly, he groaned and expelled several shots of cum into the jar;...in fact he was so "hot" he just kept ejaculating into the jar! Wow! Did we get a sample! When finished, he kind of collapsed for a few minutes and then I helped him regain his composure. We sheepishly handed the jar over to the nurse and quietly left the building;...mission accomplished.
Sadly, due to a combination of problems, we never did have a baby and we ended up divorcing within a couple of years.