Last Guy.

There's no way you were going to charge in and get things over with, so you quickly headed towards the back of the line. Maybe she would give you a pass without examining you after having to do so many? Maybe you could talk your mom into just signing off that you were in good health... or schedule an appointment with another doctor when they hired a replacement. But even as the thoughts of how to dodge your exam floated around in your head the jokes your teammates were making snuck in as well.

"I'm gonna tell her that my balls are sore so she'll give them a little kiss to make them feel better!"

"Yeah, me too! Should I say that I'm allergic to latex so she has to take her gloves off?"

"Ah, dude, I was gonna say that! We can't all just say it. If you steal that joke I'll beat your ass!"

The line slowly started inching forward as more and more of your teammates had their exams done. Each one took between 10-20 minutes, with each guy coming out of the office looking flushed. It made you feel like maybe they were getting embarrassed too, and you felt immensely better for a while... That is until you were alone by the door and noticed that your friends in the lobby were all joking around and high-fiving each other like they just heard that one of them had just hooked up with a cheerleader from another school. Your mom's voice finally broke you from your worrying, as she brought you in with a big hug and kiss on the forehead before speaking to you with her hands on the sides of your face.

"Thank God I'm finally done with all those boys! Can you believe that one of your teammates has an allergy to latex so severe that even him being next to someone who has trace amounts of it on them he'll have a reaction? Now that you're up I can finally wash my hands and glove up again. I told the last boy that you would be riding home with me so they could all load up on the bus and go. No point making them wait for you!"

The feeling of your mom's hands holding you so would normally be a cute moment, but her words and the fact that her hands felt vaguely sticky with sweat made you nearly convulse. It certainly pulled all your blood up to your face and led to a complete retreat in your boxer briefs all at once as well.

"You're sweating. Don't feel nervous Chris, I used to see you naked all the time when you were little! Now go ahead and drop your pants and undies and I'll get this done. Oh. I'm sorry... Is it too cold in here? I should have asked if you were chilly or not. Um... okay. Turn your head to the right and cough. Good. Just a... tiny movement. No signs of any issues... Now to the left... Are you sure that you're feeling all right? I thought all of you boys would be... Just they all seemed to be..."

She said all this while holding the head of your penis up and gently tugging at your shriveled shaft and balls with her fingers; trying to assess your condition. Her comments had you sweating, blushing, and sick to the stomach all at once. Your penis had definitely betrayed you by failing to show up to the occasion. Not that you wanted to get hard, but you wanted it to not run from the spotlight either! You wish that you could fall back on the cold room excuse, but the sweat on your brow and the heat of your mom's hands made it impossible.

"Sweetie, try to relax and answer me honestly. Have you been masturbating a lot, or for long hours? I've read studies that show chronic masturbation can lead to penile retraction. Or a massive trauma to the groin. Did you get hurt in football last year? I've never seen anything like this before... I might have to look into corrective treatment options. I think you'll be fine to play this year, but I may have to order you some new protective equipment to rule out trauma as a cause... Alright you can pull your lil' undies back up now Chris. I still need to check your back for Scoliosis, but I can do that with your little guy put away."

Everything your mom had said was like a huge punch in the gut. You couldn't find the air to even explain, so you just nodded your head and tried not to collapse under the embarrassment of the situation. A situation that made you seriously consider jumping in front of a bus at the next opportunity, but you decided that it would be best if you just forgot all about it and thankful that everyone else had already left so you didn't have to face them when you left the clinic.