I had always been an advocate of the self testicular exam that is recommended for guys. It's easy and something that could prevent a big problem later on. I usually do mine while showering in the morning. Basically, you just feel the surface of the testicle through your scrotum and check for any abnormalities or lumps, much like a breast exam for women, sans the nipples and breasts.
I had been a bit lax in doing this little chore until one Monday morning as I was preparing for work. It the shower, I had just soaped up my cock and, big surprise I got hard. Truth is, I was stroking in the shower so the erection was no accident. I was enjoying feeling the water run over my body and drip down my crotch, the warm rivulets running over my balls. As my cock became more and more engorged, I move one hand under my scrotum and began kneading my balls. About the time I felt the stirring of an orgasm rushing up through my body I tugged hard on my ball sack. That was enough to send me over the edge and a steam of hot cum shot from my cock onto the tile of the shower.
I massaged my throbbing balls as the last of my cum pumped out and that's when I felt it. It's not what I expected when having a nice sensual stroke in the shower, fining a small firm lump below my right nut. Catching my breath I rinsed off the cum that had dripped down my dick and stepped out of the shower. Hastily drying myself off, I reached down again and tried to find the lump. It only took a few seconds and there it was. It certainly didn't feel right, though it was not painful at all.
Nervously, I finished dressing and headed to my office. It was too early to call my doctor, but I programmed my phone to remind me at 9:00 sharp! By the time I had reached my desk I was caught in a spin of "what ifs" and had already planned out my donations to the Lance Armstrong foundation in my will.
By 9:00am, after two cups of coffee, I was shaking both from caffeine and nerves.
I punched speed dial for my doctor and waited through the phone tree. Nothing says "we value you as a patient" like a phone tree! When I finally found the right extension for appointments I got a real person. Barbara was the office administrator and she just happened to be answering the phone while the reception guy Jim, had not yet arrived.
She listened as I hesitantly described what I thought I had found.
"The doctors is full up today but his PA can see you at 3:00."
I agreed and relaxed for a bit knowing I had done all I could for the moment.
By the time 3:00 came around I was sweating. I arrived at the office 30 minutes early and cooled my heels in the waiting room playing silly games on my phone. I had almost forgotten my fear when the door to the waiting room opened and Jim leaned in.
"Kurt, you're next."
Jim was not being cavalier, he and I had known each other for years and it was always comforting to see his bearded face behind the reception desk window.
I followed him to the hallway and was deposited in an exam room after having my blood pressure taken. It was high.
Weighed. I was a little heavier than my preview visit, but still not in bad shape for someone 40 years old.
Sitting on paper covered table I once again lost myself in a barrage of tiny birds flying kamikaze style into ruthless piggies. The silly game did the trick, I had once again forgotten my fears about the dreaded lump.
"So Kurt," the strikingly beautiful woman said as she entered the room. "I'm Amanda, Dr. Barron's PA. So what seems to be the problem?"
I wasn't expecting a woman , much less one so attractive as Amanda. My tongue was tied as I blurted out, "lump."
"Lump?"
She looked at me waiting further clarification, she motioned with her pen as though prompting a performer on stage to get on wit it.
"It's on me," I stammered. Then looked down toward my crotch.
"You don't need to be embarrassed Kurt, where is it?"
I took a deep breath and then answered in as plain and clear a voice as I could muster, "on my testicle."
She made a note on the tablet computer she carried and then turned to the sink to wash her hands. "We'll, let's take a look at it and see what is going on. Go ahead and drop your jeans and underwear for me."
I nodded and unbuckled my jeans. Sliding them down legs they stuck on my boots. I struggled to pull them over the boots with little luck.
"You better remove those boots as well," she chuckled, "it will be easier."
That broke the ice and after I laughed at my own fumbling I managed to get my boots off as well as my jeans.
"Underwear, too," she nodded as she slipped on a pair of blue exam gloves.
I sheepishly removed my briefs and stood before her naked from the waist down as she slid forward on a low rolling stool.
"Which testicle is it?"
"The right one, at least the one on my right, your left." I was fumbling for words again.
She reached out and gently felt the skin of my scrotum. As she did, I felt the blood begin to pump into my flaccid cock. As she rolled the testicle around in her fingers my dick had a mind of its own and began inflating slowly.
"I think I feel something here on the underside."
Her fingers were gently massaging my ball as she felt below my scrotum. This was not helping my condition, and I turned away so as not to have the additional stimulation of watching a beautiful woman feel my balls.
