My Testicular Exam

by Doctor Jackman

I had just started an awesome new job with amazing insurance. I hadn’t been to the doctor in forever because my last job offered the worst, least comprehensive insurance package they could get away with. My new boss didn’t even make me wait the usual 90 days before the insurance kicked in; within 2 weeks I had my insurance card and was good to go.

I decided to take advantage of the situation—a $10 copay, no deductible!—and make an appointment for a physical. Earlier in the year my 30th birthday had triggered a desire to get fit. I figured if I didn’t do it now, I was never going to, so I started hitting the gym. I work out a lot now, and when I made the appointment I’d lost a good 30 pounds. For the first time in my life I was trim, hell, more than trim, I had rock hard abs and tight arms with solid muscles bulging under my skin. I wasn’t a bodybuilder, I was just a guy who looked good in a Speedo.

When I got to the doctor’s office, I felt a little nervous. My palms started sweating and my pulse quickened. I hoped that wouldn’t affect my tests negatively. I sat in a chair and played with some magazines, trying to calm my nerves, until someone in the office noticed me and told me to come check in. I felt stupid for not realizing I should’ve gone straight to the check-in desk in the first place. I didn’t know what I was so nervous about.
I guess it had something to do with this magazine I’d been browsing at work the other day during my lunch. It wasn’t a medical magazine, but it had a section filled with strange medical stories. Stories about surgeons taking out the wrong kidney, nurses giving patients the wrong medicine… there was one story that had intrigued me a little. Some guy had written in about a testicular exam he’d gotten to check for cancer. His doctor had turned out to be really into him, and ended up jerking him off during the exam. I didn’t think that sort of thing happened often, but it sounded sort of fun. The other stories though… they had scared the crap out of me.

“Jared Reynolds,” a nurse shouted across the waiting room. I stood up and saw her eyes drift over my body as I headed towards her. She sucked in her stomach and tossed her hair over her shoulders. I had that effect on men and women quite often nowadays.

“I just need to check your pulse and temperature,” she said before sitting me in a chair and sticking a thermometer in my mouth. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly while she strapped one of those blood pressure cuffs on me. It barely fit around my arm. “All normal,” she announced, and my anxiety eased a little. She had me step on a scale—200 pounds—and measured my height—6 feet even—before sending me into the exam room.
It was much too small for my comfort. An exam table, a counter, a chair for the doctor. I could almost reach my arms out and touch the walls on either side of the room. I wondered suddenly if I’d made a mistake booking this physical. I still had time to leave. The nurse tossed a gown at me. “Put that on please,” she said and batted her lashes. “The doctor will be in shortly.” She left the room and I sunk onto the exam table, putting my head between my hands and taking deep breaths.

“No big deal,” I mumbled to myself. “This is no big deal.”

There was a knock on the door and a man about 15 years older than me but just as attractive came in. “Hello,” he said, reaching out a hand to introduce himself. “I’m Dr. Elson.” My heart bumped hard in my chest. He was very different from the last doctor I remembered seeing so many years ago. The white overcoat accentuated his golden skin and his dark hair mixed with bits of gray, creating a sexy salt and pepper look I hoped I’d be able to pull off one day. My anxiety suddenly eased.

He looked at the gown the nurse had left for me still sitting on the chair. “Would you mind putting that on please? I can leave the room if you’d like.”
“Do I really need to?” I asked, jumping reluctantly off the exam table. Those damned gowns were all so itchy and unattractive.

“Or you can just remove your clothes,” Dr. Elson said. “Either way.”

I decided that was easier. I wasn’t exactly embarrassed by my body anymore, so what did it matter? I pulled my shirt over my head and snuck a glance to see if Dr. Elson might check me out the way his nurse had, but there was nothing. I took my pants off and folded them neatly over the chair.

“You can leave your underwear on for now,” Dr. Elson said. “I’ll start with your heart.”

I sat back up on the table and felt my cock move as Dr. Elson leaned forward with his stethoscope. I tried to focus on something other than the shape of his body under that white lab coat. The stethoscope was cold when he placed it over my chest and that helped. “Just inhale normally,” he said. He moved it around to my back then and gave me a smile when he pulled away. “All good.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I still felt jittery though. He looked in my ears and up my nose, which was weird. “Checking your sinuses,” he explained.
“Oh, right.” I didn’t remember them ever doing that before.

“How old are you?” Dr. Elson asked, flipping through his chart.

“30.”

“Hmmm… well, you’re a little young for a prostate exam. But I’d definitely like to check for hernias. Just one last thing. Open your mouth please.”

He poked the standard popsicle stick down my throat. I wondered if he noticed that I had a very tolerant gag reflex. He removed the stick and pressed his hand against my abdomen. His hand was warm and it made me tingle a little as he rubbed it around.

“Wh-what’s that for?” I asked, wondering if maybe he just wanted to cop a feel of my rock hard abs.

“Just checking your liver.”

“Oh.” Too bad. This guy was straighter than a ruler.

“Alright,” he tapped my abdomen once more before removing his hand. “Now the underwear please.”

I felt a little embarrassed, but pulled my underwear off anyway and placed it next to my pants. I definitely had nothing to be embarrassed about. My cock was huge. Judging by what I saw in the locker room at the gym, it was bigger than most. I’d caught some envious stares, and some lascivious ones, now and again. Especially as the weight came off and my muscle definition increased. But it all seemed lost on Dr. Elson.

Dr. Elson instructed me to stand in front of the exam table. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” he said, slipping on some latex gloves. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to imply something, or just talking like a doctor. I couldn’t remember ever having a hernia exam. “Now just stand still.”

 Then Dr. Elson reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. My back went straight and my pulse quickened. I forced my cock to remain calm.

“Now turn your head and cough.”

“Er… towards you or away from you?” I asked. My head was getting fuzzy. Dr. Elson’s hand was so warm, it felt amazing on my balls. I willed my prick to remain where it was. I didn’t need it moving just now.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dr. Elson said, irritated, “just turn your head and cough.” I turned away from him, afraid that looking at him with his hand between my thighs would make it impossible for me to control myself. My cock was already busting to stand up as it was.

“Good,” Dr. Elson said after what felt like an eternity. He let go of my balls and I relaxed. Thank God. Another minute and I’d have had a serious problem. I still felt the blood flowing fast through my cock as I reached for my underwear.

“Wait a second,” Dr. Elson said. He sounded so forceful, with a deep, rigid voice that made my cock jump again. “I still need to check for testicular cancer.”

Testicular exam? My mind raced back to the story I’d read in that magazine. The one where the guy’s doctor jerked him off during a testicular exam. But maybe Dr. Elson was just trying to be thorough. That word—cancer—set my nerves on edge again.

“It’s just a precaution.” Dr. Elson said, sensing my anxiety. “Pretty standard really.”

“Oh… okay.” That didn’t exactly make me feel better.

He motioned for me to move back to the exam table. The room seemed warm to me, even without my clothes on, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the size of the room or because I was getting hot thinking about Dr. Elson putting his hands on my cock again.

“Stand right there,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders to place me where he wanted me. “Don’t move.”

Dr. Elson grabbed a fresh pair of gloves from the counter and slipped them over his hands. He stood in front of me and I couldn’t help noticing he had a massive package hidden inside his own pants. “This won’t hurt,” he said, then reached down and grabbed my balls again. My heart jumped and my cock jumped right along with it. Dr. Elson dropped my balls and looked at me, clearing his throat, his cheeks turning pink. I looked at my cock. It was laying there placidly between my thighs.

“I’ll just try that again,” he said.

He reached down and took my left testicle in his hand. I closed my eyes and told my cock to stay still, but Dr. Elson’s hands were like a warm bath. He started rolling my left side between his soft, heavy fingers. My cock started to swell. Dr. Elson pulled his hand away and cleared his throat again.

“Sorry about that,” I said. I didn’t know what was the matter with me. I just wanted to get through this exam and get home.  

Dr. Elson suddenly smiled and laughed. “You know what, it’s not the first time this has happened to me. It’s quite common actually. Don’t worry about it.”

“Really?” I felt a rush of relief and the tension eased from my shoulders.
“Yeah, let’s just try this again. You know, it’s really very important to catch testicular cancer early. You should do self-exams at least once a month. Watch what I do. You just have to do the same thing.”

He reached down and took my left testicle back between his hands. I told myself that this was a cancer exam. There’s nothing sexy about cancer.

“Now, feel what I’m doing here?” he asked, as he held my cock out of the way with his left hand while massaging my balls with his right.

I felt things start to swell again and tried to think of every unsexy thing I possibly could. Burnt food and soiled diapers and garbage dumps. But dammit he was still massaging my fucking balls!

“I’m feeling for any hard lumps or rounded bumps that don’t belong.” My cock jumped in his hand and there was nothing I could do except curl up and die on the inside. Dr. Elson paused, then tried to ignore it. He kept going, and I was able to use my embarrassment to stop my cock from growing anymore.

“Now I’m moving to the right testicle,” he said. “See how I’m holding you between my thumb and fingers?” As he talked about what he was doing, his sensuous voice moved through my body, sending shock waves into my cock. Why couldn’t he just stop talking? “Then I move you around my hand, rolling you gently between my fingers.” If he didn’t shut up soon I was going to explode.

I felt the precum start to seep out and wanted to hide under a rock. Dr. Elson didn’t seem to notice. He was wearing gloves, and it was a very small amount. Maybe if I stopped it now he wouldn’t know.

“We also want to check the penis,” he said, taking my prick in his hand. My cock jumped again and this time it didn’t go back down. Dr. Elson didn’t let go right away, he kept massaging me. Suddenly, everything became clear. This was all a big tease. It was just like that magazine article I’d read. Dr. Elson was trying to transition from exam to hand job. I breathed a sigh of relief and edged my body closer to him. There was a strange look in his eyes.

“Er,” he said. “We want to check for lesions along the shaft and…”

He was still talking but I didn’t hear what he was saying anymore. I was so into this now that I knew what he was doing. I let myself experience his thick fingers as they moved along my shaft, poking and prodding me to attention. My cock grew even bigger, so thick Dr. Elson couldn’t hold it in his palm anymore. Precum oozed from my tip and I inched closer to him again, thrusting my hips forward slightly to indicate he should go ahead and finish me off. If he didn’t do it soon I was going to get a serious case of blue balls. A thick white pearl trickled from my hole and Dr. Elson jumped back.

His cheeks burned and he stammered as he tried to speak. “I’m just checking for cancer,” he said.

I felt my cock shrink slightly, not wanting to believe him except that his cheeks were so pink and his hands were shaking. Oh my God. He wasn’t kidding. “I-I’m sorry,” I sputtered. The room was so small there was nowhere to hide.

He cleared his throat again. “I… uh… think your exam is through here. You seem perfectly healthy to me. It was nice to meet you.”

Then he ran from the room so fast he forgot his clipboard. I stood alone in the room, feeling pretty stupid. I should never have let that magazine story get into my head like that. I waited a minute, wondering what to do. Since no one came to the door, I figured Dr. Elson had told everyone to give me a wide berth. I hoped he didn’t tell them why. When I finally felt like I was collected, I got dressed and went home.

***

Technically, I passed the exam, but it felt like a failure. Dr. Elson had really gotten to me with his warnings about testicular cancer. I wasn’t sure how thorough that part of the exam had been, considering how he’d flown from the room at the end.

What if I did get testicular cancer? What if I had it right now? I sat in my bedroom and removed my pants and underwear. It had seemed like an easy enough exam to do yourself. Dr. Elson had said I should do them frequently.

I moved my penis aside with my right hand like Dr. Elson had shown me and felt my left testicle. It was soft but getting firmer, and warm, and I remembered how Dr. Elson’s hand had felt on it. My cock tried to jump up but I held it off. This exam was serious. I massaged by left side, feeling for bumps and lesions. There was nothing there, but my hand felt good on my balls. I moved to the right side and repeated the process, remembering what Dr. Elson had said about rolling it between my fingers. My prick moved. It was hard to keep your cock still when your hands were all over yourself.

My balls had swelled to the size of tennis balls and I kept massaging them, letting my fingers drift over to my cock and run up its shaft. My cock was swelling and starting to throb. This time I didn’t stop my cock from growing. There was no Dr. Elson here. There was no reason to be embarrassed. I let my cock pop to midnight as I moved my hand to it and ran my fingers over my thick shaft. My cock starting throbbing immediately, never having been relieved by Dr. Elson. It was like my body was waiting for me to finish what he’d started.

I stroked my hand over my thick, throbbing cock, feeling for bumps as I moved my hand up and down. I moved it faster and faster over myself, my mass growing enormous the harder I pressed. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss any small lumps or abrasions, so I pressed my palm against my cock even harder. Better to press too hard than too soft and miss something. I jerked my hand faster and harder. My cock drizzled precum over my fingers and I thought I must be healthy if I could produce so much snow colored precum. A big white pearl seeped onto my hand and I remembered how close to the edge I’d been when the same pearl had shown itself at Dr. Elson’s.

My cock was rock hard and my ass tightened as my body convulsed and cum spurted out of me as everything exploded around me. I fell back on my bed, breathless and elated. If all testicular exams felt this good, then I was gonna give myself one every week. Hell, maybe even every day. You never can be too careful when it comes to your health.