At the time that Pat (Dr. Kelly) had placed the testicular exam procedure in my good hands, I did not realize the power that he had given to me. Of course, any male will tell you the power when you control a guy's balls. Those delicate little orbs located tantalizingly outside of the body, dangling in a delicate sack in many ways are the center of the male universe. They represent almost complete pleasure and can also represent enormous pain. Tied in as closely as they are with the penis, they represent a package of control either pleasurable control or painful control.
The testicular examination is ostensibly about assuring that there are no tumors, growths or other unwelcome maladies that, left undiagnosed and untreated, can cause irreparable harm to a boy. Even though any boy with a hand is more than capable of performing the examination on himself, due to a lack of maturity, understanding and innate belief in their own indestructibility, boys simply don't bother. And let's face it, should they feel something not right, that does not mean they will tell anybody. So, it is quite understandable that a pediatrician who knows boys better than the boys themselves would want to place this delicate responsibility into the more capable hands of an adult. At Bryce's physical, Pat had shown me briefly how to examine the orbs. It seemed pretty routine and certainly one I was familiar having checked myself regularly since a young teen albeit perhaps not as carefully or as frequently as I should. That's why Pat's "First Saturday of the Month Club" was a clever way of getting us in the habit of systematically performing this examination every month on a given day.
Bryce had his initial physical with Dr. Kelly in June and five days later Pat performed his circumcision leaving the boy, while not in agony, certainly with one angry red little soldier that we tended to over the next ten days with meds and a liberal coating of petroleum jelly to isolate the skin from possible infection. That being the case and the fact that at Pat's suggestion we left Bryce naked from the waist down while in the house to avoid unnecessary friction, I did not start Bryce in the First Saturday club in July, waiting till the first Saturday of August to launch the monthly inspection.
The night before, as he was getting ready for bed, I told Bryce that tomorrow morning we were going to start the First Saturday checks and that I would come in to his bathroom while he was showering. "Oh, cmon Dad! I don't want you doing that to me!"
Of course not, what boy would? But it was an important check to perform and one that he would get use to and accepting over time. In any event, it was not something open to argument. I was learning that perhaps because of undue sensitivity to the boy losing first his paternal father and then his mother that I had been way to easy as a parent, not enforcing more rules and placing limits on him which allowed him to have this very strong independent streak and a sense of entitlement to privacy from me. His loud protestations about the testicular examination was merely a reflection of this belief that his body was his own domain --a belief I believed shattered by Pat's nearly two-hour detailed physical examination and the subsequent circumcision. After all, it was elective surgery and it was I that elected that he have it. His protests leading up to the surgery was merely a vocal exercise. I had to admit that making him submit to this procedure left me with an overpowering sense of control --total control. And, I think that control did not escape Bryce's young 13 year old mind. Whereas prior to having his physical with Pat in June, I had never seen him naked, now I had not only seen him naked for the examination, but I also saw him ejaculate and under the careful manual manipulations by Pat was able to closely observe his auto erotic responses from the facial distortions to his almost coital response in the back and forth undulations on his hips as Pat picked up the pace and brought him to orgasm. He protested then of course. But as Pat got the rhythm going his protestations and pleadings deteriorated into moans and grunts of uncontrolled responses as the pleasure of the careful stroking of his then uncut penis was controlled for the first time not by himself but by another. He begged me to tell Dr. Kelly to stop seeming to forget for the moment that he had protested me being in the room...but I just told him to let Dr. Kelly finish his procedure and sat back and absorbed my stepson's self indulgent surrender to the stimulation of his genitals.
Just as then his protests now were to no avail. The testicular examination was going to be performed by me as prescribed by his doctor on the fist Saturday of every month.
On Saturday morning, I heard the the toilet flush and then the water turn on in his shower about 9am. Bryce liked to sleep in like any young teen but summers were busy time for him and especially now in early August as his summer baseball league was winding down and Fall soccer practice was beginning. Between practices and games, I was spending almost full time as his chauffeur. Upon hearing the shower being turned on I put down my morning paper and coffee and went upstairs to his room. He had not made his bed yet but he would before he came downstairs. I looked over at the floor near his bed and lo-and-behold there lying on the floor was a wadded up tissue. Ahh...such innocence. I was never that dumb growing up to leave my cum soaked tissues on the floor like that. I had brothers who would have mercilessly teased me had I been so careless. Bryce has no siblings and has always had almost territorial control of his bedroom. At least till now. I picked up the spent issue, felt the cool moist dampness and smell that unmistakeable aroma of freshly deposited semen and smiled. Here we were concerned that he was not developing as fast as he ought to be. Maybe his gonads were still a bit small and firm, his penis not up to competitive standards and his pubic bush more like a work in early progress....but clearly the boy knew the pleasures of masturbation. Perhaps it was the rude introduction by Dr. Kelly when he made Bryce stand and face me while he stroked him to orgasm. I had not done any bedside investigation up to that point to know if Bryce was maturbating and how often. But, now I had the evidence in hand....and useful information also. After all, unlike his noisy orgasm at the hands of Dr. Kelly, this was performed in the privacy of his bedroom behind closed doors. Bryce was undoubtedly comfortable in the belief that his secret was safe. I put the moist tissue back down on his bedroom floor and proceeded to go into his bathroom only to find his door locked. That irritated me. Afterall, there are only the two of us living in the house so if he feels a need to lock his bathroom door, who is he trying to keep out? Of course, all it takes is shoving a thin stick in the center hole to unlock the door. I moved to his desk and undid a Bic pen, yanking out the narrow plastic ink cartridge and with a definitive insertion popped the lock and walked in on my boy.
Almost done Bryce? as I peeled the shower curtain back a tad to see the sheen of his wet skin. "Dad! Get out!!!" Now Bryce, let's stop this nonsense. I told you that we were going to start the First Saturday checks today since you are now enrolled in Dr. Kelly's club and by the way, I am not going to tell you again to not lock your doors. If I catch you locking either your bedroom or bathroom doors one more time I will simply take them off the hinges and you can live without doors. Now, hurry up and finish rinsing off so I can do the check. We have a busy day ahead.
Bryce had very interesting color contrasts on his body. The most dramatic was the alabaster white of his lower trunk. The skin is so white that it has a faint pink tinge from the blood vessels just below the surface and every so often there is a pink mark or splotch left behind by merely the slightest of contact with almost anything. Perhaps because he just turned 13, his skin is still very very delicate. But, because he is active in outdoor sports in the summer --baseball and soccer-- he has very tanned extremeties. But even here, there are gradients. For example, his arms have more of a tan than his chest. His neck is a very dark tan and the back of his neck is almost reg-tinged. His legs seem to get darker the lower you travel away from his groin till you get to his shins where the cover from the soccer shin guards have protected them from dark tanning. And then there is his almost racoon like face, tanned but with white splotches caused by my insistence he put zinc-oxide on his nose and below the eyes. The bottom of his feet, especially in the wam shower are a shocking pink. But the thing that really stands out is the sharp contrasting white of his tight butt. Added to that is the contrasting between his white skin of his pubic area and his rosy pink penis and scrotum nestled just below a sparse but growing pubic bush. His chest and back are a nice bronze glow due to his swimming in the pool and reclining on the chaise in the sun while listening to his Ipod. Lots of different colors that help to define a boy's fine athletically honed body.
He shut the water off. The bathroom was now swarthed in a warm foggy mist. He reached his arm out from behind the curtain looking to grab his towel. I got to the towel first, however and spread it on the floor. Standing there, I had also decided to replace his opague shower curtain with a clear plastic one. If he was going to still insist of privacy I was going to minimize its availability. Just step out son, it is better we do this before you dry off. "Oh Dad! do I have to?"
Hearing that I pulled the curtain back leaving him no reason to remain in the shower. He stepped out on to his towel, his short hair laying flat down on his head in a somewhat Romanesque David look. The summer had been good to him. Always lean, his muscles were showing nice definition on his lower legs, biceps and his shoulders were looking broader. I was thinking the next time we went over to Pat's I was going to have him weigh Bryce again. He looked like he put on weight and my bathroom scale in my bathroom never seems to be accurate...always adding illusory poundage.
"Ok Bryce....here's the drill." I reached into his medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Baby oil I had purchased. The beauty of baby oil, besides being super slick is that it has a very strong, pronounced fragrance that you would not otherwise smell. It has an odor all to its own. This I thought very beneficial because Bryce would soon learn to associate the distinct baby oil fragrance with the embarassing monthly exams. I started to liberally coat both of my hands with the greasy oil allowing the room to soak up the scent. "Stand on the towel, lift your right leg and put it on the bathtub ledge and hold on to the sink so you don't lose your balance. Slowly, Bryce complied. I nudged his left leg a bit further away while holding him by his chest so that he had a nice wide stance. This allowed his scrotum to hang freely. It is really amazing how effective a hot shower is on a boy's tight scrotum. During the physical, Bryce's scrotum was coiled tight to his body. You could see the tight ridges and when Pat lifted his penis, his balls were tightly constrained up against the root of his cock. Now, while there wasn't much hanging, his scrotum was smooth and in this awkward position, you could easily delineate the curvature of each of his testicles. His left hanging slightly higher than his right. To add to his participation, I told Bryce to hold his dick up against his tummy. He didn't really need to do this. It isn't like he has a firehose. In fact, in its most flaccid state as it was now, Bryce's penis was barely 2 inches. But having him participate in the surrendering of his modesty was a good thing. I added a bit more baby oil to my right hand and then started to slowly apply it to his scrotum. I noticed that as I did this his toes started to curl. I am not sure if that was a pleasurable response or one of embarrassment.
After I had his genitals, and a portion of his penis glistening with oil, I took my thumb and forefinger, grasped his sack and gentily captured his right testicle pulling it against the lower part of his scrotum. Then I started to slowly move my fingers around the orb. As I did this, Bryce's body was kind of nervously undulating and I could hear a faint audible grunt from him, not one that you would associate with pain or discomfort but more of a satisfying tonal response. As I smoothed my fingers around his right testicle I came upon the epididymis which is that spaghetti-like structure. Upon touching this Bryce noticeably winced and slightly pulled back as it is highly sensitive any touch. "What's that" he said in a very low almost raspy tone. I said to him: This? placing my fingernail a bit more uncomfortably on it is called your Epididymis...epy for short. Your epy is very sensitive and also very revealing. "How's that?" he asked as it kind of pulled his torso a bit further away from me as my fingernails continued its insinuation into this delicate appendage to his right testicle.... Well, it tells me that you masturbated within the last hour or so. That got his attention! "How does it tell you that?" Well, I said, the little tubules that I am pressing my fingernail against --and I pressed just a tad more causing him to now grown, wince in pain and pull his butt further back--I can feel that they are empty. So, unless you had intercourse, you drained them by whacking off. Am I right Bryce? As I said that, I gave his epy a bit more pressure and he said: "OW! yes!, let go!!" I then said to him: "In experienced fingers, I can feel your epy and tell when you are lying...a bit of a built in lie-detector." Bryce, now grateful that I eased up on the pressure but still standing legs astride with my fingers on his epy said: "uhhh..how's that?" I let go of his scrotum for a second and said: I can't tell you all the secrets. Just remember the next time you try to lie to me that I know a procedure that will let me know...."
I then added abit more baby oil on to my fingers and reached for his left testicle. The oil was now running down the inner thighs of his legs. I slowly felt around his left orb which felt smaller than his right but Pat had said they were both 8ml which he measured by using an orchidometer during his physical. The scrotual sac is incredibly soft on its own, but soaked in baby oil, it feels extremely tender...almost beyond description. By now, Bryce was squirming quite a bit more and his upper body was flushing a rosy color. I then told him to that he could let go of his dick and place his foot back on the floor. In a normal standing position, I then checked his penis, slightly pulling it away from his body stretching it to about 3 and a half inches and then ran by still greasy hands over the member. He shuddered, pulled his torso back away but not too far since his cock was now stretched out taught. "Hold still son:" as I carefully ran my fingers over his shaft watching it quickly inflate and the veins in his cock go from a purple presence under the skin to a a pronouncd dimensional feature. Following that, I ran my finger over his glans watching his body violently react as he almost spastically shook his body. Any pain? "No" he squeaked. Your circumcision has healed nicely. And your responses to the exam are excellent. Everything seems in order. You can finish drying off now. He started to step back into the shower and I stopped him. "Where are you going Bryce? "I want to wash off the baby oil." Well, I didn't want him to wash it off. I wanted him to feel the slickness and smell that unmistakeable scent as he relived his first First Saturday exam. No need son, the oil is good for your skin. Just get dressed, make your bed and come down for breakfast. Oh ...son, we will need to have a convo about how often you masturbate. We can't have a telented athlete like you draining yourself of your energy....
Bryce smelled baby fresh the better part of that day and I am sure he had lots to think about as he looked forward to the First Saturday in September.