It had been a great weekend with parties both nights going on till dawn and Mark was still recovering from the aftereffects as he got into the car to head to work Monday morning. As he landed in the low bucket seat of his car, he felt a brief achy twinge behind his scrotum. Off he went, but as he twisted around to fasten his seat belt, he felt it again. He was mildly concerned, and so when he got to the first red light, he lifted himself up and down in his seat. It was still there and perhaps a bit stronger.

When he arrived at work and got out of the car, the pain disappeared and the fresh air cleared his head. He was feeling great now and strode into the office feeling like a victorious weekend warrior. When he got to his desk and sat down, the pain jolted him as soon as his weight hit the seat of his office chair. What the hell? he thought.

It worsened as the morning progressed and he wondered what could be the cause. Too much beer? Too much sex? He had had plenty of both.

His friend Brian popped his head into his Mark’s cubicle with a big grin and saw Mark shifting around in his seat, “Hey bud, what’s up? Good weekend?”

When Brian saw Mark wince as he squirmed in his chair with one hip raised up a bit, Brian tilted his head curiously, “What’s the matter, did Tess work you over too hard?!” amused at his own wit.

Mark got annoyed. He looked up at Brian and then back at his computer screen, “Ha ha. Get lost dude,” he muttered back.

Things worsened as the morning progressed and he started to get quite worried. He decided to call his girlfriend, Tess. He told her and found some solace in her sympathetic listening, “Baby, you need to get checked out. If you can’t sit straight, its not your stupid car seat being out of adjustment!” Call your doctor and see if he can see you after lunch.”

Mark took the advice, but his doctor was not going to be available that day. The nurse told him they could probably see him at the urgent care pavilion at the medical center and that that was his best option.

Mark told his boss he needed to take the afternoon off and anxiously waited for the morning to be over with. His soreness worsened and when he went to the restroom to pee, he was alarmed that the pain got worse when his stream started. He also felt a sharp pain at the head of his penis and was groaning a bit when his friend Brian reappeared behind him.

Mark heard the groan and quipped, “Mark, you sound like an old man pissing, what’s the deal?”

“No freaking idea. Going to get checked out later,” he replied as he finished and glanced down. He half expected to see blood in the urinal, but was relieved to see clear pale yellow and his dick looked good and healthy to him too. “See you later, Brian.”

“Yeah, good luck. You need to be back in action for the party Thursday night.” Brian glanced over his shoulder as he watched Mark shuffle towards the door.