I was born with my left testicle not descended into my scrotum. I remember since I was three or four, being checked by pediatricians every year. I was checked lying on the examination table totally nude and the Dr was pushing a finger deep in the canal above my scrotum into my belly trying to feel the testicle and as I was explained later by my father, trying to pull it down to the scrotum. This technic didn’t work and when I have reached the age of 11, it was decided that I should be operated to get it fix. It had to be done before starting puberty. I was scared of the coming operation but at the end it turned out to be not that bad. I stayed at the hospital for only four days and was bac k at home and after a week I was back at school. It didn’t hurt much and I tried to forget all about it. Still, I was taken to several checks with my pediatrician who monitored my development and was very interested in the development of this testicle because they thought it was in danger of not developing at all because it was not exposed to the hormones in the right time. So, I had to lay on the bed few times during this year, with my briefs down and the Dr palpating my testicles and my father standing near, watching. At this time I was getting more and more embarrassed because I was beginning to develop and I was almost 12. After the last examination the Dr told my father that I was ok and that the next time the Dr will see me will be in a year.

So, I have reached 13, and one day my father told me that tomorrow we are going to the Dr for another check. I wasn’t very happy about it. I was almost 13 y.o and two months ago I have discovered the pleasure of masturbation. My pubic hair started although it was only the beginning, mostly around the base of my Pinus and few blonde hairs on my scrotum. I was really embarrassed to think of the dr palpating my testicles again, and more afraid of getting erect during the examination, because I experienced erections every day with any minimal stimulus in the area.

But, of course I wouldn’t tell this to my father, so I just agreed, saying “ok” and tried to relax myself by saying to myself it won’t be that bad, 3 minutes and it’s over. Boy, how wrong was I!!!

The next morning my mom woke me up and insisted that I would take a shower before I go. She also took out new underpants and put on my bad. I remember I thought it was strange because she didn’t do it since I was eight or so, and realized it was probably because she wanted to make sure the Dr wouldn’t think I was not being taken care of. Mothers…

We reached the clinic after 10 minutes ride and soon we were sitting in one of the examination rooms, waiting for the Dr to come in. Finally the door opened and the Dr entered the room. I was surprised because he wasn’t the regular Dr I knew. The Dr was a young man, very tall and had a nice smile when he said “Hallo, I’m Dr Brody, and you must be Dan?”

“Yes” I replied weakly,

“And you must be Dan’s father…” He looked at his chart “Mr Bary?”

“ahmm” my father nodded

“So, I see you had an operation to lower your left testicle…” he read again in his chart, “Ok… it’s a year now…” He looked at me “how do you feel?”

“I’m OK”

“Is it ok with you to let me have a quick look? Just to see that everything is really ok?

I didn’t know what to answer. I wanted to say that everything is ok and there is no need to see anything, but instead I looked at my father for help

“of course there’s no problem” my father replied for me “Come on Dan, we haven’t got all day, take your clothes of for the Dr”

I looked at the Dr and he just smiled and stood beside the examination table signing me too hope on it. “It’s ok Dan, you don’t have to undress, just lie on the table and relax. Do you want dad to wait outside?”

“no, it’s ok” I whispered and I sat on the table and then lay down on my back.

“good boy” the Dr said “now let’s open this button…” and with no delay he reached his hand to my jeans button and opened it and opened the zipper down “now lift your tooshie for me” and so I did and the Dr held my jeans on both sides and lower it to my knees. With not another word he held my underpants and lower the too, exposing my genitals completely. Instinctively I put my hands on my genitals but the Dr gently took them and position them aside. “There’s no reason to be shy or embarrassed Dan, just relax” he said.

To my greater embarrassment my father got close to the table and look at my genitals in a curious look.

“so, is he developing all right Dr?”

“It certainly looks like he does” the Dr replied as he was wearing latex gloves, “Ok, let’s see”

And he gently spread my legs a bit and started palpating my testicles. It took few seconds and then he got to his desk and came back with a strange thing that looked like eggs in different sizes on a plastic string. (years later I learned this string is called Orchidometer) he then held my right testicle firmly in his hand and compere it’s size to the plastic semi-eggs on the string until he found the one that was almost similar in size. He wrote it on his chart and did the same with my left testicle – the one which was not descended before the operation – which was much smaller. He found the matching plastic testicle on the string and wrote it down.

“You see, Mr Bary, the right testicle is like a 13 years old child but the left one is still far behind, it’s like pre-puberty size, age 7 or 8.”

“and what doe’s it mean? Will he be OK? Tou know, will he be able to have…

It sounded like my father was struggling to say something

“you mean children?” the Dr said “we shall see but I guess he would not have any problems”

They were talking over my head while I was laying naked on the table and I felt very strange and humiliated. Then the Dr turned his face to me and said “can I ask you something Dan? But be honest with me”

I nodded yes, what else can I do

“when you masturbate, do you ejaculate?” the Dr asked

I was not ready for this kind of question. I was so embarrassed to even admit that I knew what these words meant to the Dr, not to mention to my father that was there, so I just made a face of – I don’t know what you’re talking about –

“ok, “ said the Dr “just let me check something and he held my scrotum again, palpating my testicles again but very gently, and then he started touching my Pinus back and force “I just want to see how is Dan’s erection’ to see if everything is ok” he explained to my father who had a little smile on his face.

I felt the Dr’s fingers on my shaft and in few seconds I was fully erect and it was so embarrassing that I turned my head aside not to see the Dr or my dad, praying that it will be over soon, but then I heard the Dr saying to my dad “if it’s ok with you, I can do a sperm check for Dan now instead of waiting for you to bring it here from home”

My dad hesitated for a minute and then said “I guess Dan it will be the best. Let’s finish with it now and we’ll know for sure everything is working. Do you want me to get out Dan?”

I was so shocked and I didn’t reply at all. I saw my dad nodding his head to the Dr that it’s ok and then the Dr brought some ointment from his desk and put some on his hand and started rubbing my erect shaft. It only took about 30 seconds and I ejaculated few drops on my belly and at the same time began to cry because of the humiliation I felt.

The Dr collect the sperm with a syringe and said it will be checked and his secretary will inform dad about the results and if it’s ok there is no need for him to see me before I’ll turned 16.

We drove home silently and me and my dad never spoke about it again but this memory became the base of my interest in med-fet. A memory that comes alive in every medical checkup I ever had since and the first time after was half a year later when I had my testicles checked before entering summer camp but this is another story…