This happened during my first year in high school. So I guess I was about 14. We were playing soccer during PE, the next to last period of the day. There was a guy named Brandon on the other team.
Brandon was one of those 14-year-olds who could pass for 18. He was very competitive in sports, but outside of that he was the gentile giant sort. The only time I ever saw him fight when was when he would defend one of the smaller boys from bullies. He was not a best friend, but we occasionally hung out together.
So Brandon and I are going for the ball. We are both about to strike at the same time. I get there about a second ahead of Brandon. We both are prepared to give it a good kick. I get the ball to a teammate, but I slip on the wet grass coming down just as Brandon is trying to follow through with his kick – and Brandon gets me right in the balls. He couldn’t have aimed it better. Pain shoots through my body and everything goes white.
My head clears enough to hear voices. Brandon is shouting saying he is sorry and asking if I am alright. I can’t say a word. An assistant coach says I need to be taken to the nurse’s office. Brandon picks me up and carries me as the assistant leads the way.
When we get to the nurse, she has Brandon put me on an examination table. I am curled up holding my balls and in great pain. The coach leaves, but Brandon wants to stay until he knows if I will be alright. The nurse tells him to have a seat outside. She then calls Stacy for assistance.
Who is Stacy? She’s a senior who is majoring in health sciences. She wants to go into nursing or some other health related profession. Our school allows health science majors to assist in the nurse’s office rather than take study hall. Stacy also lives next door to me. I know her well. I always had a crush on her, but realized the age difference meant I could only admire her from afar. But we were still on friendly terms, and we talked casually with each other often.
So that’s Stacy. The nurse tells her they have to examine my genitals, and will have to remove my shorts. But that means Stacy will see my package! I don’t mind the nurse seeing my stuff. After all she is a nurse. But Stacy is a neighbor and a friend. But I am in a position to say nothing. I feel too much pain.
Stacy helps to straighten me up on the table, removes my hands from my groin, smiles at me, and gives me her hand. “This may hurt a bit, so squeeze my hand if you need to,” she said. The nurse quickly yanks off my shorts leaving me naked from the waist down. She then puts on a pair of gloves and proceeds to feel my balls. I scream out and squeeze Stacy’s hand as hard as I could. “I don’t feel any damage,” the nurse said. She then told Stacy to feel. Oh, great. My neighbor not only is going to see my balls, she is going to touch them as well? Stacy put on a pair of gloves and then had a feel. Again I screamed in pain. Both the nurse and Stacy tried to comfort me. At least I didn’t get an erection. Actually at that point, I don’t think I could get one.
The nurse tells Stacy to get some ice while she calls my parents. Stacy covers me with a sheet. While I am waiting, Brandon appears telling me he has to go, but he will be back with my clothes and stuff after school end. Stacy then returns, uncovers me and puts an ice pack on my balls. It stings. She has me hold it in place while she covers me. “I know this is embarrassing for you,” she says. “But we have to treat the swelling before it starts, or else you could have real damage.”
A half hour later, Stacy returns with a fresh ice pack. She tells me my mom was called, but I need to keep ice on my balls for another hour, which is about the time school lets out. Stacy says she will drive me home. Stacy then says she has another class to go to, but another girl will be in to take her place. The idea of another older girl, who I may know, working with my balls sort of disturbs me. I think Stacy sensed this, as she asked if I preferred to have her stay with me. She assured me she could skip the next class, so I asked her to stay. She’s seen my package now anyway, and I was beginning to feel less embarrassed.
A half hour later, Stacy changes the ice pack again. This time she inspects my balls closely. Smiling she says she sees little swelling. The nurse comes in to look and agrees. “You’re gonna be fine,” Stacy said with a smile. A half hour later, Brandon returns with my clothes. I am still very sore and have trouble moving. I let both Brandon and Stacy help me get dressed. Having Stacy see me naked is no longer a problem for me. I actually begin to feel better having her around.
My mom was home when we arrived. She said the doctor told her if the pain is not better by morning or if there is any discoloration, to come into his office. Stacy helps me upstairs, helps me to undress and get into my pajamas, and puts another ice pack on my balls. I thank her for all her help, and she says, “No problem. I’ll check back with you tomorrow morning.”
My balls are still sore the next morning, but not nearly as sore as they were that night. I decide I’d better stay home in bed. Stacy stops by to see how I am doing. She asks if I had any swelling or discoloration. I didn’t think so, but I would like to get another opinion. I now really don’t mind Stacy inspecting my package. She is very sensitive to my plight, not to mention professional. She asks me to lift my penis, and checking sees nothing wrong. I put my pajama bottoms back up. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I gave Stacy a hug and a kiss on her cheek. I thanked her for everything and for getting me through my ordeal. I just hope I don’t go through this again!