“Full,” Dr. Schaffer commented, like it was funny.
“I… yeah,” Dylan agreed, not sure what else to say. He hadn’t had time to pee since lunch.
“Are you sexually active?”
The question came out of left field, Dr. Schaffer still pushing down on his stomach, and for a minute Dylan was too shocked to answer.
“Not in a while,” he mumbled.
“How long has it been since you had sex?”
Dylan swallowed and fought the urge to put his hands back over his crotch.
“A little more than a year.”
That got a raised eyebrow, and Dylan could feel his blush reaching all the way down to his chest. It wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t met anyone he wanted to have sex with who’d also wanted to have sex with him in a while, and he didn’t like anonymous hookups.
He always got way too attached and then ended up getting his heart broken.
“I won’t test for any sexually transmitted diseases, then,” Dr. Schaffer said.
Of course that was why he’d asked.
“No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“But when you do have sex, you’re a bottom, right?”
Dr. Schaffer lifted his hand away from Dylan’s stomach and stepped back, leaving Dylan spluttering.
He hadn’t even told the doctor he was gay. Where was he getting bottom?
Dylan was, but that wasn’t the point.
“Well?”
Dr. Schaffer’s voice was expectant, and Dylan didn’t know what to make of it. He sat up and looked at the floor.
“I guess?” he mumbled. He bit his lip, the sight of Dr. Schaffer’s big feet making him feel all funny.
“Good. I’m going to test your strength and reflexes, and then I’ll have a look at that mole of yours.”
Dylan sat in a daze as Dr. Schaffer continued his examination, and by the time he’d finished up testing his reflexes, he wondered if he’d imagined the whole bottoming question.
“And that’s your physical,” Dr. Schaffer said, putting his little reflex hammer away. “You’re in excellent health. Now let’s have a look at that mole.”
Dylan lay down on his stomach, relieved to finally have his traitorous hard-on hidden away again.
“This the one?” Dr. Schaffer asked, tracing his finger over Dylan’s back where the mole was. It wasn’t large, but it had gone from being a light brown to something a little darker sometime over the summer, and Dylan didn’t want it to go unchecked.
“Yes. It’s darker than it used to be.”
Dr. Schaffer looked at it, stroking over it with his finger. “For real?”
Dylan didn’t understand the question.
“What do you mean?”
“Has it actually changed? That’s not just part of… you know?”
