u/No-Butterscotch-2054

I’m 30 years old, chubby, and quite hairy. Yesterday afternoon, I had a urology appointment for a pain in my left testicle that radiates up next to my penis and into my lower abdomen. My mother couldn't pick up my little brother from school because of work, so she asked me to go. The appointment was at 3:00 PM and he finishes at 2:00 PM, so I didn't have time to drop him home and make it to the clinic; I decided to take him with me. I bought him a sandwich at the hospital snack bar, and we went to check-in. When we reached the waiting room, I told him he’d have to wait for me there in the seats because he surely wouldn't be allowed inside. An assistant called my name, saw me handing my jacket to my brother and making sure he stayed put, and told me that he could come in too if he wanted. We gathered our things, walked down a hallway, and entered an exam room. No one was inside yet; the assistant told us to sit and wait for a few minutes.

I was a bit nervous about my brother being in there. He’s nearly 14 years old; we share a bathroom at home and he’s seen me naked before, but since I was about to be touched in my "family jewels," I didn't know how my body would react, and I didn't want to have an erection in front of him. From where we were sitting, we could see the whole room perfectly, and the exam table was positioned right in front of us. Shortly after, the assistant and the doctor walked in. The doctor was a bit taller than me, muscular, with a beard and blue eyes. The assistant was younger than me, about my height, thin with short hair and clean-shaven. The doctor asked for some information about my symptoms, allergies, past surgeries, etc. Then, he told me to take off my pants and underwear and lie down on the table.

I took a deep breath and started to undress. My brother took my pants, folded them, and placed them on the chair. I took off my briefs and handed them to him, and he set them on top of my pants. I lay down on the table and saw him looking at me with an encouraging smile. The assistant prepared the ultrasound machine; the doctor picked up the probe, and the assistant applied a clear gel to it. He asked me to spread my legs, and the assistant gripped my penis and lifted it upwards. The doctor moved the probe over my testicles, under the scrotum, and next to my penis. I could feel the assistant's hand occasionally pressing down a bit and moving it left or right depending on where the doctor was looking. I tried to breathe deeply because I could feel myself getting swollen. When the ultrasound was finished, the assistant took some tissues and began to wipe off the gel. Some pre-ejaculate was leaking from the tip, and the assistant wiped it away with a hint of a smile. By then, I was hard.

The doctor asked me to stand up next to the table for the physical exam. I turned toward my brother, and he was staring at me. The doctor started feeling my testicles and asked me to cough. He had me lie down again and cough once more. He grasped my erect penis and inspected it, sliding the foreskin up and down a couple of times, and then asked me to stand up and lean my elbows on the table so he could check my prostate. I turned around and saw him putting gel on his glove, spreading it on my anus and his fingers. He told me to stay relaxed as he entered. I felt his finger moving inside me; the sensation wasn't bothersome—in fact, it was quite pleasant. He withdrew his hand and told me to wait for the assistant to clean me up. The assistant took some paper and wiped my rear several times; when he told me to turn around, he grabbed my hard penis and cleaned the tip, which was dripping. I stood there half-naked in front of my brother for a good minute.

The doctor asked the assistant to take me to collect some samples. He led me behind a shoulder-high wall where there was a toilet, told me to pee into a container and then finish in the toilet if needed. It took me a while because of the erection, but I cleaned myself up, flushed, and returned with the full container. The doctor, who was typing at the computer, told me to wait a moment sitting on the table. He put his gloves back on and started pressing firmly next to my penis. Finally, he told me I could get dressed; my brother handed me my briefs and then my pants.

The doctor told me the pain is caused by an area in the groin that is a bit inflamed and has lost muscle tone; if it gets worse, it could become an inguinal hernia, but for now, it's okay. He told me to take some anti-inflammatories and to pick up my test results in two weeks. I thanked the doctor and the assistant, and we left.

I’m 30 years old, chubby, and quite hairy. Yesterday afternoon, I had a urology appointment for a pain in my left testicle that radiates up next to my penis and into my lower abdomen. My mother couldn't pick up my little brother from school because of work, so she asked me to go. The appointment was at 3:00 PM and he finishes at 2:00 PM, so I didn't have time to drop him home and make it to the clinic; I decided to take him with me. I bought him a sandwich at the hospital snack bar, and we went to check-in. When we reached the waiting room, I told him he’d have to wait for me there in the seats because he surely wouldn't be allowed inside. An assistant called my name, saw me handing my jacket to my brother and making sure he stayed put, and told me that he could come in too if he wanted. We gathered our things, walked down a hallway, and entered an exam room. No one was inside yet; the assistant told us to sit and wait for a few minutes.

I was a bit nervous about my brother being in there. He’s nearly 14 years old; we share a bathroom at home and he’s seen me naked before, but since I was about to be touched in my "family jewels," I didn't know how my body would react, and I didn't want to have an erection in front of him. From where we were sitting, we could see the whole room perfectly, and the exam table was positioned right in front of us. Shortly after, the assistant and the doctor walked in. The doctor was a bit taller than me, muscular, with a beard and blue eyes. The assistant was younger than me, about my height, thin with short hair and clean-shaven. The doctor asked for some information about my symptoms, allergies, past surgeries, etc. Then, he told me to take off my pants and underwear and lie down on the table.

I took a deep breath and started to undress. My brother took my pants, folded them, and placed them on the chair. I took off my briefs and handed them to him, and he set them on top of my pants. I lay down on the table and saw him looking at me with an encouraging smile. The assistant prepared the ultrasound machine; the doctor picked up the probe, and the assistant applied a clear gel to it. He asked me to spread my legs, and the assistant gripped my penis and lifted it upwards. The doctor moved the probe over my testicles, under the scrotum, and next to my penis. I could feel the assistant's hand occasionally pressing down a bit and moving it left or right depending on where the doctor was looking. I tried to breathe deeply because I could feel myself getting swollen. When the ultrasound was finished, the assistant took some tissues and began to wipe off the gel. Some pre-ejaculate was leaking from the tip, and the assistant wiped it away with a hint of a smile. By then, I was hard.

The doctor asked me to stand up next to the table for the physical exam. I turned toward my brother, and he was staring at me. The doctor started feeling my testicles and asked me to cough. He had me lie down again and cough once more. He grasped my erect penis and inspected it, sliding the foreskin up and down a couple of times, and then asked me to stand up and lean my elbows on the table so he could check my prostate. I turned around and saw him putting gel on his glove, spreading it on my anus and his fingers. He told me to stay relaxed as he entered. I felt his finger moving inside me; the sensation wasn't bothersome—in fact, it was quite pleasant. He withdrew his hand and told me to wait for the assistant to clean me up. The assistant took some paper and wiped my rear several times; when he told me to turn around, he grabbed my hard penis and cleaned the tip, which was dripping. I stood there half-naked in front of my brother for a good minute.

The doctor asked the assistant to take me to collect some samples. He led me behind a shoulder-high wall where there was a toilet, told me to pee into a container and then finish in the toilet if needed. It took me a while because of the erection, but I cleaned myself up, flushed, and returned with the full container. The doctor, who was typing at the computer, told me to wait a moment sitting on the table. He put his gloves back on and started pressing firmly next to my penis. Finally, he told me I could get dressed; my brother handed me my briefs and then my pants.

The doctor told me the pain is caused by an area in the groin that is a bit inflamed and has lost muscle tone; if it gets worse, it could become an inguinal hernia, but for now, it's okay. He told me to take some anti-inflammatories and to pick up my test results in two weeks. I thanked the doctor and the assistant, and we left.