Dad is calling.

"Hello?"

"Tim! Where the hell are you?"

"I went out for a jog, Dad. Relax."

"Don't you tell me to relax. Dr. Sims just called. His partner at the urology center just had a cancellation and they're going to work you in. Where are you?"

Shit. I do not want to do this right now. I thought I was going to have at least a few more days before Dad found one of his doctor buddies to prod at my dick and try to see if science can explain my prodigious junk.

"Dad, I really don't want--"

"WHERE ARE YOU? WE ARE DOING THIS WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT."

"Fine! Jeez... I'm down by the lake on one of the running trails."

"Well their office is over off 9th and Drummond, so you're not actually that far away. That's good. I'll come pick you up."

"Dad, I could walk there before you get here. Let me do this without you."

"Son, no... I"

"I don't need my daddy hovering over me while they're measuring my schlong--"

"God, Timmy, don't call it that."

"I can do this on my own, please. You've seen enough."

He paused for a minute. I figured he was thinking the same thing.

"You promise you'll head straight there?"

"Yeah, Dad."

"I'll know if you don't show up..."

"I'm already crossing the street toward the medical center."

"Good. They're in suite 204."

I hang up. This is so humiliating.

As I walk the two blocks to the conveniently close urology office, I break into a nervous sweat. I still smell super musky. I've been jogging for over an hour with my meat stuffed into layers of hot, tight cotton. God knows my nuts and dong are gonna reek when I have to get naked for this doctor.

Oh Jeez, what if something really is wrong? What if my prick just keeps growing and growing? What if it is dick cancer?

I climb the stairs up to the entry of the medical center, and my brain goes into hyperdrive creating ridiculous scenarios of everything that could go wrong.

I enter the sleek building and check the sign by the entryway. Suite 204 is upstairs somewhere.

I spot an elevator. A nurse in white scrubs is entering. He's youngish and tall. And very fit. His freckly face is framed with ginger curls that he's pulling up into a pony tail for work. I assume he's just starting his shift.

When I step in with him, he smiles charmingly and asks, "Where to?"

"Uh... second floor?"

"Second floor? That's urology, you seem a little young for... are you sure you're heading to the right office."

The doors are sliding closed. It's just me and him. My face is hot with shame and embarrassment. "Yeah, urology. That's right."

He shrugs and leaves the buttons unpressed. "Two" was already lit up. Apparently that's where he's heading too.

While we wait for the elevator to begin its ascent. Things start to get weird.

First, I notice him sniffing the air thoughtfully.

Then, he starts to blush a bit and casually rests his arms over his crotch.

He's staring at the wall, almost like he trying desperately hard not to look at me.

He licks his lips.

Finally, the elevator starts to move. When we reach the next floor up and the doors slowly open with a ding, he smiles charmingly at me and gestures, "After you." He's blushing and I can see when he moves his arms that he's rocking a semi at least.

Did my scent make him horny, too?