Totally Embarrassing Medical Situation

When I was fourteen, I had my usual annual checkup. These always embarrassed me, because I had phimosis, where my foreskin wouldn't retract. I didn't understand at the time what the big deal was, but the doctor would always spend some time examining my penis, then call my parents over to have a look. I really didn't like this. To make matters worse, the doctor would tell me how to clean under the foreskin with a Q-tip, and admonish me to do so regularly. One time, she demonstrated the technique, again, right in front of my parents.

During my exam at age fourteen, the exact same thing happened, but this time she said, "I thought he'd outgrow it, they usually do. But now, it's pretty obvious he'll need a circumcision."

My heart started racing. I knew exactly what that was, and wanted no part of it! Fortunately my mother asked, "Isn't there any alternative?"

The doctor said, "Maybe. There's an exercise he can do," She went on to explain about stretching the foreskin. She also strongly emphasized that it had to be done regularly. I went home greatly relieved, although still so embarrassed by the whole thing that I couldn't say a word to my mom, my dad, or my older brother in the car on the way home. At least he hadn't been in the exam room. Somehow, I didn't want him to see my junk.

I was determined to do the exercise when I got home. It didn't seem too bad. I was to get hard, then pull and hold the foreskin back several times. Of course it was never said by anyone, but I could certainly cum at the end, right? This could be fun!

On the first day, I was still too weirded out by the whole thing to even want to touch my penis.

On the second day, I jerked off, while thinking about the exercise, but didtn't actually do the exercise. Too weird, I guess.

On the third day, I knew I should start on the exercise, but couldn't bring myself to try it. I just jerked off.

Well, as you can imagine, during the next week, I mostly didn't do it. I tried half-heartedly once or twice, but it kind of hurt a little bit, and I just jerked off instead.

At dinner one night my mom asked whether there had been any impronement yet. Geez, she did have to bring that up. Was I put on this earh just to be embarrassed by a stupid medical condition? 

I don't lie to my parents, so after a bit of trying to evade the issue, when she asked point-blank, "You have been doing the exercise, haven't you?" I had to admit that I hadn't.

She gave me that look that all mothers are so good at. Where do they learn how to do that? I promised that I'd start in on the exercises and do them regularly.

With basketball practice and all, somehow, the exercise was forgotten, and around a week later, my mother asked again.

My father piped in, "Well, if you won't do the exercise, it's either circumcision, or someone will have to do it for you."

Both choices were entirely off the map, but if I had to decide between the two, circumcision was even worse.

Dad looked at Mom.

"I'm not going to do that!" she practically shrieked.

"Me neither," he responded.

Suddenly, all eyes were on my brother.

"Are you kidding? I have baseball, I have homework, I've got a life. When am I going to have time to do that? Besides, it's stupid."

Mom and Dad just stared at him.

"Oh, alright, alright!" he acquiesed. 

My heart sank. I couldn't even imagine him, well, doing anything of the sort. We had our own bedrooms. He hadn't seen me naked since I was four years old.

Mom and Dad and Nate worked out a plan. It would be at 7pm every evening, right after dinner and right before we started our homework. They discussed in detail, too much detail, exactly how it was to be done, as I wanted to hide under the table.

I was off my game, could hardly make a basket during practice the next afternoon. I fouled guys like three times. When your mind is racing, you can't seem to help bumping into guys in basketball. My mind was on what was to come, and how much I hated and yes, was actually scared of the idea, of my brother seeing and touching me there. And yet, there was some sort of weirdness, too. I hadn't been orgasmic for long. Maybe just a year, so things that made me horny were numerious, and I was realizing that along with the fear was an unexpected sort of excitement.

At dinner, I could hardly eat. Finally, the moment arrived. "Come on, Squirt. Let's get this over with."

Nate and I went into my bedroom. Luckly my parents stayed downstairs. I had imagined my mom and dad would be there with us, and that would be untenable (a word I just learned the day before). 

We just stood there for a moment. He told me briefly about his day, about a girl he's interested in, but hasn't asked out yet. I told him the truth, that I was super-nervous about what was about to happen, and that I was a mess on the basketball court. He laughed.

Now Nate is a good brother. A great brother in fact. Although he's two years older than me, he doesn't take advantage of his greater size and strength. I know a lot of brothers, and sisters, fight like cats and dogs. We don't. Never have. 

"Dude, it won't be such a bad thing. Think about it, it's not going to hurt, you don't lose anything, and in case you're worried, I'm not going to tell anyone."

"That was a concern," I admitted.

He went on, "Are you serious? It's gay. No way am I going to tell anyone."

I had to defend the 'gay' thing. "It's not gay. It's necessary. Besides you're my brother."

Our discussion drifted back to sports, and we spent a good ten minutes just kind of standing next to the bed and staring at each other while we talked.

"OK, come on, I've got a lot of reading I have to do."

"Um, so what do I do, Nate?"

"Well, I guess, strip off your stuff and get on the bed."

There was no way out. No time left. What else could I do? And yet, I just stood there. You know the expression 'deer in the headlights?' 

At that point, Nate did the weirdest thing for which I'm grateful. 

Simply saying, "For solidarity..." he pulled off his shorts and underwear.

I couldn't believe it. There was my brother, standing in front of me with nothing on but a T-shirt, which he then whipped off also. I saw his junk, and it was impressive. Much hairier than mine. And, to my utter shock, he was half-erect. At least I thought so. Maybe it was just that big.

It did make me feel less alone. I was expecting I'd be nude in front of him, with him being clothed. Well, you get the idea. It was better this way for sure. So, what could I do?  I took off my shoes and T-shirt, probably more just to delay the inevitable than because I didn't need a shirt on. Then, reluctantly, I removed everything else.

Nate just stared for a moment, like in a trance.

"Oh, um, get on the bed, I guess," 

I laid down. "

No, on the edge, so I can reach you."

He grabbed my chair and pulled it to the edge of the bed. As he sat, I realized he was fully erect. Just like pictures of guys on the Internet. This was the first time I had seen an erect adult penis in person. I realized that I was staring, and looked away, as I felt an unexpected jolt of adrenaline in my stomach.

The time had come. Nate started bringing his right hand toward my penis. I noticed his hand was shaking a bit. Weird. 

I interrupted his movement with a statement. "Dude, you're erect."

He seemed totally embarrassed. I hadn't meant to put him on the spot. His hardon was probably just a normal reaction under the circumstances. 

After a brief hesitation, he repeated, "For solidarity."

I didn't understand the term, but accepted that he was saying he was sor He reached out again, and this time, he picked up my soft little penis between his thumb and first finger. The feeling of his touch was surprisingly electric. He didn't let go, instead moving my penis this way and that, examining it in detail. It seemed necessary for him to examine my balls also. His touch was a bit cold to my shriveled up hairless little scrotum (I noticed his was quite hairy), but it felt really, surprisingly nice. His cold fingertips were like refreshing. That's the best I can describe it.

I felt that feeling. You know the one, like your penis is about to turn into a boner. Realizing he was hard, I guessed it would be OK, not that there was anything I could do about it. 

"You're going to have to be hard for this exercise to do any good." he said, unnecessarily, as my penis began to rapidly swell to its full four inches.

...if I receive enough comments, I'll be glad to tell you the rest of what happened, and what happened after that. My clients do have surprising stories sometimes, and I just love hearing them. How about you?