"No," I replied.
"Have you had an erection since you got up this morning?" she pressed on.
"No," I answered.
"So you haven't had an orgasm since your size changed, right?" she asked.
"No," I snickered.
"Well, I'm concerned as to whether you still have that capability, if blood supply kept up with this size change, I mean," she told me. "Hop up here on the exam table for me," she directed as she patted the end of the table. I hopped up and sat on the table before she said, "Now, just lie back." She scooted the stool over to the end of the exam table telling me, "I'm going to complete the testicular exam now. Just relax." She lifted my penis and laid it on my abdomen and then began to palpate my testicles again, all around, under and over. The she added K-Y Jelly and did it again and I was really starting to feel aroused. I felt my penis twitch on my abdomen as it began to engorge. Dr. Vernon noticed my growing erection as my penis began to straighten on my abdomen. "Other than being on the large side, your testicles seem normal. Oh there, you can still achieve an erection, can't you?" she told me. "I want to obtain a semen sample to check your sperm count. It's easiest if I just do it," she told me as I felt her apply cool K-Y Jelly to the underside of my shaft, strightening on my abdomen at her continued attention. She turned away for a moment to retrieve a specimen cup from one of the cabinets and I stole a glance down at my abdomen. I couldn't tell but it didn't seem that my erecting penis was much, if any, longer than when it was hanging flaccidly between my legs but it definitely looked thicker. When Dr. Vernon turned back toward me she had a cup in her hand that she placed on the exam table next to me before grasping my now erect penis in her right hand, spreading the K-Y Jelly up and down the length of it. "I want you to tell me where your penis is most sensitive," she said. She stroked the base end near my testicles. "Here?" Then she stroked the glans end. "Or here?"
"Definitely there," I told her.
"Okay," she said, "That seems normal." Continuing to stroke the the glans end with her tight hand, she closed her left hand around the base end and just held it firmly. "You seem to have a firm erection, Bobby, so that's good," she smiled at me. Continuing to stroke my penis with her right hand, I felt her cup my testicles in her other hand, massaging them gently. With my arousal level climbing I began to rock my hips involuntarily as she continued to stroke my penis and massage my testicles. Rocking faster now, I felt myself about to go over the top and Dr. Vernon could tell I was about to cum also as she let go of my testicles and picked up the specimen cup with her left hand, still stroking with her right. I felt a tightening in my testicles then my penis begin to pulse in Dr. Vernon's hand as I started to pump semen into the cup she positioned for collection. Rather than the two or three good spurts I normally ejaculated, it seemed like my penis continued to pulse for six or maybe seven good shots, then several fading spurts as the orgasm subsided. "Your semen volume appears to be ample," Dr. Vernon told me as she milked the last bit from my penis with what seemed like a practiced technique. Handing me a wad of tissues she said, "Here, you clean yourself up and get dressed while I take this to the lab," as she turned and left the room with the cup.
I wiped myself off as best as I could with the tissues before hopping down off the exam table. When my feet hit the floor, my legs felt weak and I put a hand on the table to steady myself. As I stood there a moment, there was a couple of taps on the door then it opened and the nurse who had checked me in walked in along with my mother. The nurse's eyes locked on my penis and testicles, penis still partially erect, arching downward to hang a little out from my thighs. Mom's eyes were looking at the same thing. "Sorry," the nurse told me, "I thought you'd be dressed by now. I have the doctor's instructions for you. I thought it best if your mother heard them, too, so she'll understand." Attempting to look at the chart in her hand, the nurse continued, "Dr. Vernon wants you to masturbate to orgasm at least daily for the next week, collecting, measuring, and discarding your output, then return for another check next Friday afternoon. Is 4:30 okay for you?"
Mom said, "Yes, that'll be fine. Now, he is to collect and measure his semen, then flush it?" I was beginning to get dressed, pulling my boxers on and tucking my now flaccid penis and testicles down the left leg, them comically hanging past the hem of the boxers. This point didn't seem to be lost on either Mom or the nurse.
"Yes, that's right. Write the results down each time and bring that with you next week." Handing Mom a specimen cup she said, "Use this then rinse it each time. Doctor also wanted to know if you're involved in athletics or PE class," the nurse continued.
"I have PE every day," I replied.
"Okay, then she wants you to go to this seamstress and have a custom athletic supporter made before you go to any additional PE classes. She's a good seamstress. She does a lot of custom fitting of undergarments, bras for example, Mrs. Davis. So she'll be able to fit him properly. Take these instructions to her and if you go straight over there now, she should be able to get this done today for you," the nurse continued as she handed a piece of paper to Mom. "Here's an appointment reminder card for next Friday, also."
"Thank you," Mom told her just as I was finishing getting dressed.
