“Climaxed,” Satya interjected.
“Yes, exactly.”
“But, you’re afraid it’s too much…it’s abnormal?”
“Thank you…yes. Sometimes the fabric is stiff as a board, and at other times, there’s still wet, fresh semen where he’s tried to mop it up. I mean it’s been awhile since I…since I’ve had sex, but I know too much when I see too much.”
“More than a teaspoon, which is the norm for most men and perhaps a bit more for a healthy younger male?” Harjob inquired, her curiosity piqued.
“Oh, hell yes.”
“And you believe he’s masturbating to produce this excess ejaculate?”
“Well, he says no…but I think he’s too embarrassed to discuss it fully. He says it just happens while he’s sleeping.”
“A wet dream…uncontrolled ejaculation brought on by erotic dreams when a man…or boy has too much semen built up in their reproductive system and it must be expelled to make room for new, fresh sperm. Generally this would be a few weeks worth of production, but you say Sid is having these much more frequently that than?”
“Correct. As of late, he seems to be releasing his semen every day or two…at night.”
“Most interesting,” Satya mused quietly, while tapping her index finger on the table. “I’ve heard of cases like this but never seen one personally.”
“What is it? Is it serious? It’s not a form of cancer, is it?” The concerned mother quizzed the doctor as quickly as she could think.
“No…typically not…and I’m only guessing without running some tests, but it sounds like Sid has an extreme case of hyperspermia.”
“Hyperspermia? Too much sperm?”
“Right…more common than one might think but Sid’s case may be more peculiar than most. We’ll have to do some testing and I’ll likely need to send him to a specialist.”
“But it’s not dangerous?” Trish asked.
“No, no, no…it’s just a bit a…a…messy for the individual and their sex partners. Is Sid sexually active? He’s a good looking kid. He must have a girlfriend.”
“No, not at the moment. Since we moved to Scottsdale a few months ago, he’s made some new friends but with his father’s death and adjusting to a new place he’s not been dating.”
“Perhaps that is part of the problem. How about his urination? How frequent and volume?”
“That’s something you’d have to ask Sid, but I will tell you, as a young boy, he had quite the ability to pee. We used to get a kick out of him challenging his uncles to pee contests. Makes me laugh just thinking about it,” Trish said, a smile suddenly bringing her expression to life. “He’d tell them to see if they could hit the barn from a few feet away and then he’d pee over the barn.”
“No…you must be exaggerating,” Satya interjected.
“Nope…as God is my witness, he could pee a mile and even now, sometimes he sounds like a race horse going in the toilet.”
“Well, I’m not sure how the two functions relate but I suspect they do. Let’s see what stats we’ve gathered and do a physical examination.”
Harjob picked up the phone and notified the pleasant voice at the other end that Sid could rejoin them. Seconds later, he walked through the door, an awkward grin on his face.
Trish noted the smirk and said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, I guess not…just feel like a bit of a freak, being the only guy in a women’s clinic.”
“Just relax,” Dr. Harjob instructed, inviting Sid to lie on the odd looking table pressed against the wall. “I’ll need to do a few things before we get a sample.”
“Sample?” Sid questioned, his mind racing.
“Yes, a semen sample, of course.”
“Mom…Doctor…you can’t be serious.”
“I’m afraid so…both urine and semen,” Satya confirmed.
“How…you don’t expect me to…I mean, I can’t just…”
“It won’t be a problem, Sid. If you can’t manage here, you can always provide one from home and drop it by.”
The suggestion didn’t seem to offer the young man much relief, but it did help to slow his heart rate from stroke range to a safer heart attack metric.
“Alright…let’s see what we’ve got.” The doctor turned her attention back to the screen and quietly read aloud. “Blood pressure’s good…five foot ten inches…okay and weight matches that close enough…and temperature is fine. Well, so far so good. Sid, let’s get a look at you.”
Sliding away from the computer, Dr. Harjob removed a stethoscope from a pocket and inserted the auditory ends into her ears. “Just lie still, Sid. I’m going to listen to your heart, stomach and bowels. Relax as much as you can.”
“Okay,” the young man replied, sucking in a quick breath of air when the cold device touched his chest.
“Sorry about that. It’ll just take a second to warm up.” Leaning slightly over the boy, enough to give him a wafting sense of her perfumed essence, Satya listened intently as she moved about his torso. “Mmm…mmm…yes, that all sounds fine. Okay Sid, I’ll need you to just lift your behind a bit so I can bring up the gown’s hem.”
When Sid did not readily move, his mother cleared her throat to get his attention. “Yeah…okay…if I have to,” he sourly noted.
“Thank you,” both Satya and Trish replied in unison.
Slowly, almost painfully, the young man lifted his butt from the table, allowing the doctor to pull the thin gown above his groin to bunch it near his waist. His flaccid penis and heavy balls lay exposed to both women. “Mom, do you have to be here?” Sid said, a pleading quality to his voice.
“Sid, for heaven’s sake. I’ve wiped your butt a thousand times…your…your um…penis is not something new to me,” Mrs. Harman replied, her voice softening a bit, as she recognized how difficult this must be for her son. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Yes, that’s right. I’ll just have a little look…” Satya began, as she nudged Sid’s thighs, inviting him to spread them slightly. “Thanks,” she said, when he did. Dr. Harjob reached into a nearby cupboard and retrieved a pair of surgical gloves. Donning them, she returned her attention to the boy’s groin and fully exposed cock and balls. Before beginning the visual and tactile inspection of Sid’s reproductive organ, she looked at her patient, whose eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his mouth slightly open and face flushed. “Okay, this won’t take long.”
Dr. Satya Harjob was certainly no prude, yet she’d been raised in a very strict authoritarian home, where her father’s word was law. As she considered examining Sid’s equipment, she was troubled and could hear her father’s voice booming in her head. Touching a man’s sexual organ was forbidden before marriage. Oh, she’d been tempted over the years. Afterall, she was attractive and a sought after prize while in school, but it didn’t take long for suitors to discover that infidelities with Satya might be very bad for one’s health. Her brothers and father were men not to be trifled with…hence Dr. Harjob’s virginity was still very much intact, however, her libido had never been squelched.
Even now, the sight of the boy’s penis…and why was she trying so desperately to think of it as a penis? Was it to slow the sudden rise in her respiration and pulse? Was she ashamed to think that the presence of such a perfectly formed, circumcised male organ might trigger something within her? Something she’d not be able to satisfy until she could get home and rub out a quick, satisfying orgasm? The more she looked, the more she acknowledged…this is not penis…this is a COCK!