He was, by all accounts, a regular guy. He had a good life, one that many would consider fulfilling—decent job, supportive friends, and an incredible girlfriend. On the surface, everything seemed perfect. But beneath that veneer of normalcy, there was a significant issue that weighed on him every day.

The problem was deeply personal and increasingly frustrating. Whenever he and his girlfriend tried to be intimate, something unexpected and humiliating would happen: no matter how much he desired her, his body wouldn't respond. His erection never came, and their attempts at intimacy would end in awkwardness, disappointment, and mounting tension. Over time, his girlfriend's frustration only grew, and she began to lash out, blaming him for the problem, accusing him of not finding her attractive. Her words stung more than he'd admit.

"What's wrong with you?" she'd say in a mix of anger and sadness. "If you can't fix this, maybe we shouldn't be together anymore." That threat, hanging over their relationship, filled him with anxiety. He didn't know what was wrong, and worse, he didn't know how to fix it.

Feeling cornered and desperate, he turned to one of his closest friends, Mike, for advice. They had a close bond, so opening up about something this personal wasn't easy, but he couldn't handle the stress any longer.

Mike, ever the pragmatic and blunt friend, didn't seem fazed by the confession. Instead, he shrugged and gave him a suggestion that threw him off guard. "Have you ever thought about getting a prostate exam? Sometimes things aren't working because there's something going on down there."

Although the suggestion felt uncomfortable, he was running out of options. Reluctantly, he decided to follow through, knowing that he had to do something before his relationship fell apart. He scheduled the appointment and tried not to think too much about what would happen at the doctor's office. But no matter how much he tried to brush it off, there was no denying his embarrassment and nervousness at the thought of the exam.

The day of the appointment finally arrived, and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease as he made his way to the hospital. He approached the door of the exam room with a knot in his stomach, knowing what was about to happen but still feeling deeply uncertain about it all.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. When it opened, he was greeted by a towering figure—far more imposing than he had expected. Standing before him was a tall, strong, robust man with long, dark hair that framed his face in a way that softened his intense presence. His broad shoulders and muscular build were accentuated by the white doctor's coat he wore, yet his voice was gentle, almost soothing in its masculinity.

"You must be the patient," the doctor said, his voice low but comforting. "Come in, please."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. the doctor closed the door behind him with a quiet click, sealing the room in silence. As the doctor walked to the examination table, he couldn't help but notice the size of the man's hands—large and strong, with long fingers that made him nervous for reasons he tried to push out of his mind.

The doctor moved with calm precision, reaching for a pair of blue medical gloves. He slipped them on methodically, the soft snap of the latex echoing in the quiet room as those large hands were now encased, ready for the procedure. He turned to him, his expression professional but not without kindness, as he instructed, "All right. Please remove your pants and lie down on the stretcher. On all fours, preferably."