Lately I have been thinking about that first time when I received my “Adult Exam.” While having to undress was not a surprise based on past experiences, I nevertheless had considerable anticipatory anxiety about being seen at a new doctor’s office. Odd I know since the ritual is something most of us at one time or another will face! Yet, I wondered just how I would fare. Back then, the occurrence of an involuntary erection was common and generally unwanted. I am sure most males can attest to this as the “Good Ole Days!”

I made my appointment seeking to use the University’s Health Service since I was attending graduate school. It was designed for all students and even faculty members as well as some community folks. It was part of the medical school, so you were likely to see interns and medical students in medicine and nursing. That notion was not something that I knew about in advance, but it did make sense in that appointments were not difficult to arrange.

I scheduled the visit for the last week of summer just before the start of classes in September. I had arranged for the appointment a month in advance and filled out all the required paperwork. In those days, the cell phone had more limited use. The information form was exhaustive; I had to supply medical records from my out-of-state provider. I wondered how detailed those records would be and resigned myself to maybe one day read them. No such luck!

The days leading up to the exam were a mix of curiosity and worry. There were memories of having to submit to an embarrassing exam as a teen throughout high school. They also were triggers for arousal and connecting exams with self-pleasure – you can fill in the dots!

The night before was reminiscent of exams from the past. Difficulty sleeping unless and until I released! It was almost involuntary in terms of my level of arousal and need to discharge or feel like I would never fall asleep! Clearly the origins of medfet but I was too naïve to realize this.

Exam morning arrives. I showed; selected my clothing with particular attention given to my choice of briefs. Then I wore Jockey brand bikini briefs; I preferred navy and still do. I suppose the type of underpants is a very personal selection. I have never liked boxer shorts; I don’t like dangling though there is comfort in letting the boys roam free. Anyway, I skipped breakfast and walked to the clinic which is close to my apartment.

I arrived 20 minutes early. I must have been eager to get there. I generally don’t like being late but this early seemed a bit too enthusiastic! I check in and was greeted by a very polite young woman who announced, “Yes, you’re here for a complete physical!” Thank you for letting me and everyone sitting behind me know! If I was anxious before checking in, I surely was aware of my heart racing and thoughts of what to come. I returned to my seat, sat patiently, observing folks of both sexes proceed and returned through a heavy door. Soon. I would find myself on the other side of that door heading down the exam corridor. My mind raced. Would I be able to see into exam rooms? Would there be patients milling about?

Before I could get lost in fantasy world, Lorraine, a nurse about 30 years of age, called out my name in such a firm voice that it startled me. I must have looked surprised as she then said, “You’re coming with me!” It did not seem like there was to be any debate. I followed her as she opened the heavy door and felt very uneasy. There was the smell of alcohol lingering in the air. Nurses were opening and closing exam room doors. Which one of these would become mine?” Before that could be determined, she paused to get a chart and asked to verify my identity. Standing there in the middle of the hallway across from room 3, I babbled off my information and was then led to a bathroom. There I was summoned to provide a urine sample as she escorted me into the bathroom with two stalls, no doors for privacy. She then handed me a container and told me that it had to be supervised. So, I obeyed and did what I could to provide a few dribbles of pee! She made sure I did so without any attempts to empty my pockets and had my briefs at my knees! She accepted my sample with a smile and noted, “This can be uncomfortable for some.”

Off we went to room 3 and there I was told to strip to my briefs for the exam. I must have looked stunned. She mentioned that there was nothing she hadn’t seen and to step over to the scale when ready. She announced that I would be seeing Dr. Lewis, a female intern, and that she would remain present during my exam to comply with practice standards. There was no other option unless I wished to decline the exam. I said that I would agree and began to strip as she jotted down notes.

Being weighed was memorable in the sense that my briefs tightly outlined my bottom and did little to hide the outline of my penis. I was very aware as she had me step onto the scale to record my weight and height. She then directed me to the table and while clutching a thermometer, some KY, and gloves. “This goes in your bottom. It will be less embarrassing if you just lean onto the table.” Next thing, she yanks my briefs down to my knees and tells me to bend fully over onto my elbows. Before I can protest register, she lubes my anus with KY, it’s cold, and inserts the thermometer in one swift motion. I gasp which clearly is not very compelling but signifies that I am submissive for now.

I remain passive but inside I am starting to feel some measure of arousal, which means that my penis is reacting. How unnecessary I think but so involuntary! Before long, she removes the probe and tells me to pull up my briefs just as the doctor enters who then apologizes for catching me at a moment of being exposed. She jokes, “I never seem to get the timing right!” I try to cover up but there is lubricant between my butt cheeks to remind me of what just happened. I didn’t dare ask for a wipe.

The doctor begins her exam; the preliminary stuff was very straightforward manner. until I was ordered to lay back. Starring up at the ceiling was of little consolation as her hands began to feel my abdomen and then paused to snap of gloves. Clearly not a sign that I was eager to experience! Next thing, the nurse grabs my waistband and tells me to lift up. She doesn’t hesitate to pull my briefs down in an agonizingly slow manner so that my pubes are the first thing to become exposed, then my penis and scrotum, and finally whisked them completely off! I instinctively attempt to cover with my hands only to be scolded. “You need to put your hands behind your head. Now!”

The doctor immediately starts to manipulate one testicle at a time. She alternates between rubbing and applying some pressure. I can’t help but react to the stimulation as she feels each one and behind my sack as well. She then examines my penis and opens the head to check out the meatus. I am wet. She swabs it causing me to grimace. Next, she has me draw up my legs which exposed my anus. Another swab; this one tickles to some degree. Finally, I am told to stand up and face her with my hands on my hips. She does a further exam of my genitals; she is gently handling my testicles and penis. I do my best to avoid eye contact and then hear, “Face the table and bend over.” I obey and before I can ask why, her finger is pressing into my anus and rectum. “I assume that you have had a DRE,” she says as her finger is fully inserted. I gasp and feel her pressing all over and making me leak. She removes her finger and tells me to come forward and to bend over again. This time she checks my posture while I obey and attempt to cope with an erection. She is satisfied with that and tells me my exam is complete except for the necessity of receiving a Tetanus shot.

Nothing makes time stand still except when learning that the exam has not been concluded. There I am naked, hearing the bad news, and as if on cue, Lorraine has he vaccination at the ready! I mumble, “Um sure, can I just put on my briefs?” The doc and nurse giggle, “No, not so fast. This goes in your bottom.” I must have looked like a ghost as the doctor takes my hand and proceeds to turn me towards the table and gently pushes me down saying, “I will hold your had but you must lean over!” I submit and suddenly feel cold alcohol being rubbed on my left cheek and then a stab that makes me clench and howl, “OOOOo gawd!”

I soon found my cheek being rubbed and told me I can now dress as they both leave. I am eager to comply except for having a sore cheek and the complete loss of an erection. I dress and leave walking past others going into exam rooms and think, “Gez what will happen to them?” Through the heavy door and stop by the receptionist who proudly says, “Here’s your next appointment for June 29th.” It doesn’t phase me until I get hope and begin to recount what took place. That night becomes one of necessary self soothing and full recollection of doing as instructed. “So much for being confident!” I guess I will have another 365 days to summon more determination. We shall see!