“Boss, your 3:15 just showed. Cute little freshman football player—name’s Tyler. 18, fresh out of high school, first semester at the university. Shaved himself smooth as a baby’s ass ‘cause he thought it’d look better for the locker room. Now he’s convinced he caught something nasty. Red bumps everywhere down there. Virgin, by the way. Poor kid’s freaking out.”
I chuckled low, already feeling that protective alpha rush kick in. “Send him back. Let’s calm the little bro down.”
The door opened and in walked Tyler—compact but ripped, 5’10” of fresh-faced college athlete with messy dark hair, wide nervous eyes, and a lean, smooth-muscled body still carrying that new-to-campus glow. He was wearing loose basketball shorts and a hoodie, but the second he stepped closer I could see the anxiety rolling off him.
“Dr. Don… I think I have an STD,” he blurted before I even said hello. “I shaved everything last week for the first time and now my groin, my balls, even around my ass—there’s these red itchy bumps everywhere. I’ve never even had sex, I swear. Am I dying?”
I kept my voice calm and dominant, giving him that reassuring big-brother-meets-alpha-doctor stare. “Easy, Tyler. Breathe. Hop up on the table, drop the shorts, and let me take a look. No judgment here, alright? I’ve seen it all.”
He stripped quick, cheeks burning red. Once those shorts hit the floor, his completely shaved package came into view—smooth, hairless groin, tight balls pulled up from nerves, and a soft, average-sized cock resting against his thigh. But yeah… angry red razor bumps dotted his pubic mound, scattered across his scrotum, and a few even trailed back toward his smooth little hole. Classic folliculitis from a bad shave job, irritated as hell.
“Alright, buddy,” I said, gloving up and adjusting the bright lamp right over his groin. “Looks like you went a little too aggressive with the razor and whatever cream you used. These are just ingrown hairs and irritation—probably an allergic reaction to the shaving products. Not an STD. You’re still a virgin, so that checks out.”
I ran my fingers gently over the bumpy skin, parting his smooth sack to check the underside. Tyler shivered hard, his cock twitching instantly at the light touch. “Fuck… sorry, it’s sensitive.”
“No worries,” I murmured, voice low and steady. “Completely normal. Let me just make sure nothing’s infected.”
I kept examining, rolling his balls lightly between my fingers, then spreading his cheeks just enough to get a clear look at the red dots around his anus. The kid was breathing faster now, his smooth cock starting to thicken and lift off his thigh, the head flushing pink.
“Doc… I can’t help it,” he whispered, embarrassed.
I gave him a cocky little grin. “Relax, Tyler. Bodies do what they do. Happens in this room more than you’d think.”
I continued the exam, thumb brushing along the base of his now half-hard dick to check the skin there. That was all it took. Tyler’s eyes went wide, his abs clenched, and suddenly—
“Shit—Doc, I’m—oh fuck!”
His smooth, shaved cock jerked hard in my hand and started shooting. Thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted straight up, splattering across his own smooth chest and stomach in messy, surprised bursts. He whimpered softly, hips bucking once, twice, as another weaker spurt dribbled down over my gloved fingers. The kid had clearly been saving it up; even as a virgin, that load was impressive for an 18-year-old.
Tyler covered his face with both hands, mortified. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry. That’s never happened before with anyone touching me.”
I just chuckled warmly, grabbing a warm towel to clean him up slow and careful, wiping every streak off his smooth skin while my other hand gave his thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Hey, no apology needed, little bro. That was actually a good sign—means everything’s working just fine. Accidental loads happen when guys are nervous and sensitive. You’re alright.”
Once he was cleaned up and breathing steady again, I peeled off the gloves and laid it out straight.
“Here’s the deal, Tyler. Stop shaving completely for at least a month. Let the hair grow back naturally—no razors, no cream, no wax. The bumps should clear up on their own with some gentle moisturizer and keeping the area dry. Come back in four weeks and we’ll check how it’s healing. If the irritation’s gone, we can talk about safe trimming techniques if you still want to keep it neat. Sound good?”
He nodded quickly, still flushed but looking way more relieved as he pulled his shorts back up. “Yeah… thanks, Dr. Don. You’re… you’re really chill about this stuff.”
I shot him a wink, standing tall so he had to look up at me. “That’s what I’m here for, buddy. Take care of yourself, and don’t stress. You’re healthy, just a little razor-happy. See you in a month.”
Tyler left with a shy little smile, walking a bit lighter than when he came in.
The second the door clicked shut, Troy slid back in, fanning himself dramatically. “Boss… did I just hear another fireworks show in there? You’re on a roll today.”
I smirked, tossing the used towels and washing up again. “Just another day keeping the young ones from panicking. Kid’s gonna be fine once he stops attacking his own balls with a razor.”
Troy laughed. “I’ll give you a few and bring back your next appointment.”
I gave him that cocky alpha grin. “Keeping my hands full today, I see.”
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