When I was 18 I went to the doctor for my yearly
physical which included the hernia exam. When we
finally got to that part, he told me to drop my
britches and face him. I slowly pulled down my khaki
pants and tommy hilfiger boxers. Being 18, I was
pretty well developed down there. Hair fully grown in
and I was about 4.5 inches long, when i was soft. The
doctor got a full view of all of it after I dropped my
pants and boxers to my ankles. I am circumcised so
there was no need to pull back anything and check.
His gloved hand took my left testicle and slowly
massaged all around it to check for any abnormalities.
He told me to turn my head and cough, which I did, and
there seemed to be nothing abnormal. He grabbed my
right testicle and started massaging it as he had
done before. He stopped suddenly and focused on one
certain area. I could tell he was concerned by the
look in his eyes and how he wouldn't let go. He
finally let go and walked out of the room, telling me
to stay there, he'd be right back. When he came back
he brought with him the head doctor at the practice.
He introduced himself and proceeded to examine me. He
had me lay back on the chair/bed thing that was in the
exam room. In order for him to get a good position on
me, he made me take off my shoes, socks, pants, and
boxers completely and put me into the stirrups that
were located at the sides of the table. I put my feet
into the holes and prayed that it would be over soon.
So, all I had on was a shirt with my legs up in the
air like a gynecology exam. He sat on the stool and
rolled in between my legs. He grabbed my right
testicle and followed the first doctors instructions
on how to find the "spot" in question. He finally
found it and pressed upon it and asked me if it hurt.
Well, since he was putting pressure onto it, it sure
did hurt and I told him too. He apologized and went
to the corner and spoke with my first doctor. So
there I lay in this awkward position for about 5
minutes while they spoke softly to each other as to
not let me hear what they were discussing. Both the
doctors left the room without telling me a thing. In
about 3 minutes, someone knocked on the door and I
said "don't come in." Well, I guess they only heard
the last two words and in came a very pretty nurse
with shoulder length blonde hair, and a nice body.
She seemed a little embarrassed to see me in such a
state and told me that I could put my clothes back on.
I figured that she would have turned away while I
dressed, but instead she filled out some paper work,
glancing up occasionally to see my progress. I
finally got dressed and sat down in the chair next to
the desk in the room. She asked me a few questions
about my sexual activity/masturbation and wrote
everything I said down on my sheet. When we were
done, she escorted me to my mother who was in a
conference room with the two doctors. They had just
finished talking when my mom got up and took me out to
the car. She drove a little fast which made me
worried about what was wrong. No one had told me
anything even though it was my body in question. I
asked my mom where we were going and she said "to the
hospital. The doctors found something suspicious and
want it checked out more thoroughly. I was really
worried because I thought that it might be cancer and
thought of a "testicle-ectomy" raced in my head.
We arrived at the outpatient portion of the hospital
and were escorted to a room with a chair/bed thing in
it and a ultrasound machine. A Jamaican man in his
early 30's told me to go to the bathroom and remove
everything below my waist and cover with the towel
that he handed me. I went to the bathroom, took my
shoes and socks off, then my pants and boxers. I
stood on my tip toes to see my penis and tesitcles in
the mirror. I gave my self an examination and felt
what the doctors were talking about. I got really
worried and nearly came out of the bathroom without my
towel on. I quickly remembered it and walked out and
sat on the table/chair. The jamaican man told me to
raise the towel to uncover my testicles. I did so,
reluctantly, and covered my limp penis. He told me to
put my legs into the stirrups, which i did, reminding
me of my earlier situation. He squirted some warm gel
all over my sac and began to run the ultrasound tool,
like the one that they do ultrasounds on pregnant
mothers with. He ran it all over my balls which
excited me and made me hard. Luckily, my penis was
covered by a towel so he couldn't tell my situation at
all. He found the spot and took multiple still shots
of it with the machine. After this, he got a doctor
to come in. He was a man of about 50 with gray hair
and glasses. He came in, looked at the pictures and
diagnosed me with epididymitis (inflamation of the
epididymis. He went to the corner and talked to my
mom who was reading a magazine. She told her to come
over and have a look. Even thought she was trying to
avoid getting a view of my "area", it was inevitable.
She looked at the pictures and listened to what the
doctor said. Then, he whispered something into her
ear, which worried me, because after a pause, my
mother shook her head yes. She left the room and so
did the jamaican man. The doctor left the room for
only about 45 seconds, and to my dismay, came back
with 5 medical students. The 5 students and the
doctor all stood at the foot of the chair/bed and
stared at my situation. There were three men and two
women. The women were in their early 20's, one had
glasses, blonde hair, and a very small physique. The
other was red haired, about 6 ft tall, and had a
medium build. I was completly embarrassed, but could
say nothing due to chance of further embarrassment.
The doctor explained my situation as they took notes
from his speech and from what they saw. My heart sank
when he asked "would anyone like to examine this young
man?" The girl with blonde hair and glasses
eventually volunteered. She told me to hop down from
the table and face her. I slowly moved off the table,
set my towel aside and faced the beautiful woman. She
did not wear gloves, which was bad for her because she
was scolded later by the doctor, and was bad for me
because she had very soft and feminine hands. The
feel of her hands upon my penis and tesitcles greatly
excited me. I fought and fought against erection, as
I felt that it was inevitable. With her index finger
and thumb, she moved my shaft to the side and massaged
my testicle with her bare hand. She felt what the
doctors had been talking about and spoke to the doctor
while still massaging me. She eventually stopped and
took her place back amongst the others. I reached
over for my towel and covered up. The girl looked at
me and gave me a bit of a smile, but quickly returned
to the doctor's voice. He told me I could get
dressed, which I did quickly. As soon as I reached
the bathroom, my rock hard erection was at it's peak.
Luckily the exam was over and I put my clothes back
on. I exited the room and spoke with my mom. She
told me what my epididymis was and I was relieved that
it wasn't anything serious. I was given antibiotics
and that was it.