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Brayden sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over slightly, his fingers pressed against the waistband of his boxers. He’d been feeling it for a couple days now…something off. A heaviness, maybe a twinge. He couldn’t decide if it was pain or just paranoia, but either way, it was enough to keep him up the night before.
He glanced at the closed door, heart pounding.
Just check again.
He swallowed, pushed down his boxers, and pressed gently on his balls. There it was. Not exactly a lump, but not…normal, either. He winced, not from pain exactly, more like anxiety. He huffed as he ran a hand through his hair, the nerves buzzing harder now.
He’d googled too much. Cancer. Torsion. Hernia. All terrifying. All possible.
He stood, pulled up his boxers, and padded out into the hallway, bare feet soft on the hardwood. His dad was in the garage, half under the hood of the old truck they’d been trying to fix together for months.
“Hey, uh…Dad?”
Phil straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag. “What’s up, kid?”
Brayden shifted his weight. “Can I…ask you something kinda weird?”
Phil blinked, his brow furrowing. “Sure.”
There was a long pause. Brayden looked down, cheeks red. “It’s kinda personal.”
Phil gave a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”
“No, no…it’s just…I think something’s wrong. With me. Down there.”
Phil’s smile faded, concern rising behind his eyes. “You mean like…your dick?”
Brayden shook his head no, “More like…my balls” he said, feeling about six years old again.
Phil didn’t laugh. He didn’t make a face. Just said, “Alright. Let’s go inside. I’ll take a look.”
Brayden followed him silently back to his room. The whole walk, his stomach turned with embarrassment. His dad didn’t know he was gay. Didn’t know he sometimes thought about guys…like, strong, broad-shouldered ones with thick forearms and bit of a belly. Guys that reminded him a little too much of his dad’s friends. Or his dad himself, if he was being brutally honest with himself.
He sat back on his bed, eyes averted as he tugged the waistband of his boxers down to his knees. “It’s this one. Left.”
Phil crouched and gave a professional kind of look…not fatherly or weird, just careful. He gently grabbed the ball and lightly palpated it. “Huh. Yeah, feels a little different. Could be a cyst. Or nothin’ at all. But we should probably get a doc to look at it.”
Brayden nodded, cheeks burning at the thought of having to do this all over again with someone else. Hopefully it would be a woman doctor.
“I’ll call and get you in today,” Phil said. “You want me to take you?”
Brayden hesitated. “Yeah. I don’t wanna go alone.”
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Later that afternoon, the two of them sat in the sterile chill of the doctor’s office, Brayden picking at a corner of the paper sheet covering the exam table. He had expected his dad to wait out in the lobby. But when the nurse called him back, Phil stood too.
Brayden had shot him a look. “You don’t have to…”
“I’ll come. Just in case they ask about family history or whatever,” Phil said easily.
Brayden didn’t argue, but his stomach twisted tighter.
The doctor walked in after a few minutes. Mid-40s, kind smile, beard peppered with gray. Stocky build under a well-worn white coat, and forearms that strained just a bit at the sleeves when he closed the door behind him.
“Brayden? I’m Dr. Charles,” he said, friendly but efficient. “So I hear you’ve got some testicular discomfort?”
Brayden nodded. “Yeah. Something feels…off.”
“Alright. I’ll need to do a physical exam to get a better idea of what we’re dealing with. You can undress, hop up on the table, and we’ll check things out.”
Brayden blinked. “Like…fully undress ?”
Dr. Charles smiled gently. “Yep. Just part of the process. I’ll step out for a minute while you get ready.”
Brayden thought his dad might leave at this point, to give him privacy. Phil, however, didn’t budge.
Brayden gave him a glance. “You staying?”
Phil shrugged. “Up to you.”
Shit. Brayden didn’t want to say “please leave” and make it more awkward. So he gave a small nod and stood up, fingers shaking a little as he pushed his sweatpants down and folded them over the chair.
Boxers next.
He exhaled quietly and tugged them down, stepping out of them as quickly as he could. His flaccid penis was slightly more shriveled than usual from the cold room. His hands quickly went to cover it. He sat on the edge of the table, pulling the gown across his lap, trying not to think about Dr. Charles’s voice. Or his body. Or the way the way he’d feel with his dick in the doctors hands...
The door opened again.
Dr. Charles stepped back in, gloves on now.
“Okay,” he said, snapping one glove and lifting a stool. “I’m just going to feel around and check for any swelling or abnormalities. Let me know if anything feels sharp or painful, alright?”
Brayden nodded silently. He tried not to look at his dad, who was respectfully turned toward the wall.
As the doctor began the exam, Brayden bit down on the inside of his cheek.
Don’t think. Don’t feel. Don’t react.
Dr. Charles adjusted his stool and gently lifted Brayden’s gown, exposing his penis to the cold room again. “I’m going to ask a few questions while I examine you, okay?”
Brayden nodded stiffly, eyes fixed on a speck on the ceiling. Trying not to get hard.
“Are you sexually active?”
The question hit like a jolt. Brayden’s eyes flicked to his dad, then quickly away. His face flushed, ears burning.
“Uh…yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Dr. Charles said, voice still calm and unbothered, as if he asked this twenty times a day…which he probably did. “How many partners in the last six months?”
Brayden swallowed. “Err…two? I think.” He wanted to die in this moment. His father was hearing about his sex life.
“Do you use protection….condoms?”
“Yes sir.”
The doctor gently palpated Brayden’s left testicle, his fingers clinical and efficient, not lingering.
“Last question might be a bit more personal,” Dr. Charles said, eyes still focused on his work. “Were your partners male, female, or both?”
Brayden froze.
He could feel his dad in the corner of the room. Not watching, thank god, but there. The question hovered in the air like a live wire, and he could barely make himself breathe.
He looked up at the doctor, then at his dad. Phil met his eyes. He didn’t look angry or surprised to have just learned his only son was having sex. He was just…present. He gave a small nod. “It’s okay Bray, just answer the question” he said assuringly, like he knew the answer to the doctor’s last question already.
Brayden looked back to Dr. Charles. “Male,” he said, almost in a whisper.
“Okay. And were you on the…umm…giving or receiving end of those encounters?” He tried to tiptoe around it for Phil’s sake.
“….both” Brayden answered shyly, wishing his dad were anywhere else than here right now.
Dr. Charles just nodded like it was no big deal. “Alright. Thanks for being honest, that helps. I know it’s not always easy with a parent in the room.”
Dr. Charles was still working, fingers methodically checking Brayden’s left testicle, then the right to compare. He asked a few follow-ups: what kind of pressure, location of the ache, if it ever came and went, etc.
Brayden couldn’t focus. His face was hot. His body was reacting.
He bit down on his tongue, trying to will it away, but the sensation built despite everything. The doctor’s touch was clinical, but his body didn’t know the difference. Not when it had been weeks since he’d last done anything. Not when the doctor was exactly the type he tried not to think about when he was out in the world pretending to be someone else.
Then it happened. The slow, horrifying rise of an erection. One he knew he wouldn’t be able to will away.
His breath halted. Please no. Not now. Not with my dad right there. He thought to himself.
Dr. Charles noticed but didn’t react at first. Just kept his tone steady. “Totally normal, Brayden,” he said without missing a beat. “Happens all the time. No reason to be embarrassed.”
Brayden’s heart hammered in his chest. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not trying to—”
“It’s alright,” the doctor said, now gently pressing along the area where his lower abdomen met his groin. “It’s a physiological response. The nerves down here don’t know what’s medical and what’s sexual. Especially if it’s…been a while?”
Brayden gave a nervous half-laugh, glancing at his dad quickly to see if he noticed what was happening. “It…has.”
“Can I ask when the last time you ejaculated was?”
Brayden blinked, then looked at the floor. “A couple weeks.”
“Is that a couple weeks just from sex with a partner or masturbation too?”
“Both”
“That could be part of what’s causing the sensitivity and pain,” Dr. Charles said. “Glands stay full. Nerves get jumpy. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Brayden nodded slowly. He hated how comforted he felt by how casually the doctor handled it.
The doctor continued his exploration. Now having to grab Brayden’s hard cock to move out of the way as he palpated different areas. Each grab sent a shock through Brayden, causing him to leak more and more precum.
Dr. Charles kept a paper towel nearby that he kept having to use to wipe down his leakage. Every pat to the tip of his dick brought him closer and closer to the edge.
A few moments later, the doctor stepped back and peeled off a glove. “One more thing I’d like to check, just to be thorough. A quick prostate exam.”
Brayden blinked. “Oh. Uh, okay.”
“If it makes you more comfortable, I can have your dad wait outside,” Dr. Charles offered.
Brayden glanced at his dad, who gave him a simple nod. “Up to you.”
“No…it’s fine,” Brayden muttered. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to be alone now. His dad had seen him writhing near the edge of orgasm already, what was a prostate exam gonna change?
Dr. Charles had him lie on his side and pull one knee up. He was facing his dad now, his erection pointed right at him just a few feet away. He had nowhere else to look like this except directly at his face, so he chose to close his eyes. The position was awkward, but the doctor’s voice stayed calm and professional, narrating everything as he went.
“You’ll feel some pressure.”
Brayden sucked in a sharp breath. And when the doctor’s finger inserted, Brayden tensed, only for a second. As he slowly relaxed his muscle, the finger slid in easier…deeper until it found his prostate. When Dr. Charles found the gland, Brayden gasped. A noise escaped him before he could stop it, halfway between surprise and pleasure. His face turned bright red.
Dr. Charles said nothing. Just continued to explore his ass…medically.
Brayden began to feel good. Really good. So good that he was shaking and moaning in pleasure as Dr. Charles went about his exam. He gripped the edge of the table tightly. His cock was leaking and his hips were bucking. The build up from the testicle exam followed by this had him hornier than ever before.
His dad must have thought he was in pain, because upon hearing Brayden’s noises, he reached out and gripped his wrist, squeezing gently and securely. “It’s okay Bray, he’s almost done.” he said.
Moments before the doctor was finished, he gave one final push on Brayden’s prostate. And that was all it took. He began shooting his cum and moaning in pleasure. The spray went all over the side of the exam table, soaking into the paper sheet below him. Some even went as far as to land on the floor right next to the leg of Phil’s chair. Mid-orgasm, Brayden looked up at his dad who had a shocked but also seemingly calm expression plastered upon his face. Almost like he wanted to laugh but knew he shouldn’t, so he held it in.
As his orgasm subsided, Brayden felt the doctor withdraw his finger and step away.
When Brayden sat back up, his body still buzzing with heat and confusion, the doctor handed him a tissue and said with a light chuckle, “You feeling a little better now?”
Brayden, still mortified, gave a sheepish nod. “Weirdly…yeah.”
Dr. Charles smiled, removing his gloves and disposing of them. “You were probably just backed up and over-sensitized. That kind of congestion can feel like pressure or even dull pain. You kids call it blue balls. We doctors call it epididymal hypertension. As long as everything else checks out, I don’t think you need to worry. If the symptoms come back, we can do a follow-up, but just remember to…release…regularly and I don’t think you’ll have any issues.”
Brayden finished wiping himself of his load and pulled his boxers and sweats back on quickly, still not facing his dad.
As the doctor exited the room, Phil finally spoke. “Well I hope our insurance covers…that” with a laugh.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t meant for that to happen. And I didn’t know you were gonna come back with me, so I’m sorry too that you had to…see it.”
Phil gave a half-shrug. “It’s fine. Didn’t want you going through it alone.”
Brayden looked at him, finally. There was no judgment in his face. Just something calm. Soft, even.
“You’re not…mad or surprised or anything to learn that I’m…” Brayden stopped.
Phil scoffed. “Kid, I raised you. You think I don’t know you better than you think?”
Brayden blinked. “You knew?”
“I suspected,” he said simply. “Didn’t matter either way.”
Brayden exhaled. Not dramatically, not with tears, just a long breath that had been stuck in his chest for what felt like years. For the first time all day, he felt…okay. Physically, and mentally.
“You’re still my kid,” Phil said. “Still gonna drive me nuts. And you’re still gonna help me change the oil in the truck this weekend.”
Brayden gave a crooked smile. “Deal. Thanks dad.”