I was out of college about a year and living in a distant city on my own for the first time. As such, my parents worried about me, especially my mom. So when my mom heard of a couple guys about my age developing testicular cancer, she encouraged me to get a physical.
I sat in the examination room, none too excited about having to submit an exam. A nurse came in and took height, weight and a history of my health. I was fortunate to never had any major health issues, and at 6'3" and 190lbs, I had stayed in reasonable shape during college. After about 10 minutes the nurse left and said the doctor would be in shortly.
Five minutes later doctor Karen Lambert knocked and entered the room. It was the first time I had met her. She was young and appeared to be recently out of residency. Dressed in light green scrubs, it was difficult to see her figure, but she appeared to be in shape, above average height and was definitely attractive. She smiled as she said hello, introduced herself and shook my hand.
I explained what prompted me to schedule an exam. She went over the history the nurse had taken and then asked that I go behind a curtain to undress for the exam. She handed me one of those gowns that you can't get closed in the back and I went to undress.
When I came out from behind the curtain, she directed me to sit on the examination table. She went through the basics, listening to my heart and lungs and checking my eyes and throat. She instructed me to lay back on the table which was a little short for someone my height.
"Ok, let's take a look at those testicles," Karen tried to say in a light hearted way.
She lifted the gown, slid her hand up the inside of my thigh and lightly touched both testicles. As she examined them she asked, "What can you tell me about this bruise?"
I explained that I was a catcher for a town ball baseball team and had been hit with a foul ball just above the cup a couple of days before. It had left a nasty looking baseball sized bruise just above my cock and extended down along my scrotum.
"No lumps or anything like that to be concerned with, but I am concerned with that bruise," Karen stated.
"Have you had an erection or ejaculated since that happen?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"This should really be looked at closer. You will need to get an erection and provide an semen sample. We can do that here, or if you would feel more comfortable you can have a male physician take a look and provide a sample in a lab room."
Not wanting her to think this was an awkward situation for me, though it was, I agreed to let her do the examination and provide the sample there.
"I will go get a kit for the sample and give you a few minutes to get erect," Karen stated as she left room.
I laid back on the table and began to stroke myself. Given the surroundings, this was very uncomfortable at first. I closed my eyes and thought of a woman I had had sex with a few times in college.
There was a knock at the door. I opened my eyes and pulled the gown over my erection, not that it was really hiding anything. Karen walked in again and laid the sample kit on the desk.
"Ok, let's take a look."
She pulled back the gown and took my cock in her hand. She squeezed and stroked it, starting near the tip and working her way down to the base. What she was looking for I had no idea. I was glad I didn't cum right there.
"Looks good," she said after examining me for a minute. "Now for the sample."
She placed some sort of cloth cover over the cushioned bench where I had been sitting earlier.
"You can sit here to masturbate and remove your gown if you like," Karen stated as professionally she could. "Here is the sample container, make sure you capture all of the ejaculate."
