A member on another site asked that I share my first physical exam role play experience. Thought I would re-post it here. (Though I'm sure threads of this have come up in discussion posts on this site.)
By the time I was 24, I had fantasized about physical exams as a form of sexual play for years. Thinking back to real exam experiences in my teens, I remember going to the pediatrician each year, being escorted to the exam room, and being told to strip down to my underwear. That was always enough to make me a little nervous, as I sat in my briefs on a cold chair waiting for the doc to come in. Invariably, there's be a knock, the doctor would come in, and my heart started pumping hard and I got rock hard. (Of course, the doc didn't say anything and went about the exam.) I remember shivering a lot--but I'm not sure if that was because of the cold room or the sudden rush of nervous energy. And the doc would always strike up casual conversation while he was checking me out (I'm sure in an attempt to calm me down) and I remember how strange it felt to be lying prone in front of an adult man, his hands working all over my body, and he was talking like he would to anyone else--stopping only to offer an instruction. (Hop up on the table, lie back, take deep breaths, turn your head and cough.) It was always an experience I would think about until the next exam, and I'd fantasize about what more could possibly be added to an exam to heighten the elements of exhibitionism, submission, and forms of touch that could be both intimate and objectifying. It always turned me on for whatever reason. (Does anybody ever really know why their turn-ons are what they are?)
Flash forward to my early 20s, living alone in my first apartment, and continuing to indulge my fantasies by way of the internet. Sites that have long since gone defunct not only affirmed that there were other people like me who got sexually charged from this idea, but they expanded my concept of what this form of play could include. I'm thinking back to sites like Chase Union, which dealt in medical and BDSM gear and had a few galleries electro play and sounding, things I had never imagined. There were websites from amateur role play docs with (blurred) photos of their role play exams. And I think I remember a site where you could apply to have the doctor examine you. (Maybe it was an old iteration of the Dr. Dean/malephysical site, but I can't remember anymore.) In any case, I had it in my mind that this was a sexual fantasy that could be realized.
I started doing regular searches on Craigslist. Generally, nothing came up. But one day, I saw an ad from a role play doctor who was traveling through town and was scheduling play exams to whoever wanted one. Although his ad said he didn't want patients younger than 30, I applied anyway. (I'm guessing because he thought people much younger than that wouldn't follow through.) I wrote an email stating my interest and explaining why I thought I might enjoy that kind of play. He wrote back, saying he was EMT-trained, and sent a link that he said would give me an idea of what his exams entailed. (Totally realistic, some gear, nothing too extreme--seemed perfect for a first outing.) We exchanged a few messages, we spoke on the phone so we could both gauge if this was a fit, and we agreed to meet in person.
He was in town only during the work week, so on the day of the exam, I was working a full day and had a hard time focusing. We agreed to touch base by phone at a certain time--and I remember nervously exiting my office building to take the call outside. In addition to confirming I'd show up, I remember him confirming with me that I knew this was a role play exam only and that he was in no way posing as a real doctor. I think one the Dr. Dean case had gone to court around that time, so I could understand his concern. If nothing else, I certainly appreciated his communication style and attention to detail. We agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel. (Probably around 6-ish. Not a usual exam hour, but it's what worked for me.)
It was maybe a 20 minute subway ride to get to the part of town where the doc was staying. It was just enough time to forget about the work day and focus on the fact that I was meeting a total stranger who was going to help me live out one of my biggest sexual fantasies. The combination of nervousness and excitement certainly fit the scene.
The hotel was attached to a mall. I ended up arriving a good 15 minutes early, so made my way to a Starbucks to get something to drink that would eat a little time. (And if I was asked to provide a sample, it would help with that too.) The meeting time came and I went up a few escalators to the hotel level of the building.
The doctor was waiting on a sofa and he got up to greet me. He was tall, silver hair, I'm guessing mid-50s, and I remember him wearing your standard business-casual attire--button-down shirt with khakis, or something along those lines. He suggested we return to the sofa to chat a bit, which I appreciated. We made small talk for a bit, and one we were reasonably comfortable with one another, we walked to the elevator to get to his room.
His room was a suite with a living area with the usual hotel furniture and a separate bedroom. He had a massage table set up in the middle of the room, covered with a white sheet, and I could see a metal tray with a lineup of all the medical implements you'd expect to see in any real doctor's office. We sat down, he reviewed with me what the exam would entail, asked if I had any questions or concerns. I said I didn't. He then told me to go into the bedroom, close the door, and take everything off. (No turning back now!)
I went into the bedroom and did as I was told and I stood there, waiting, taking deep breaths to calm myself and hopefully keep an erection from happening. And then there was a knock at the door, the doc asked I was ready, and he came in. While I was undressing, he has put on a white lab coat and had a stethoscope around his neck and completely looked the part. And I ended up getting a hardon anyway. And like a real doctor, he went about the exam pretending to not notice it.
He started the exam by checking my spine and posture, telling me to walk around the room, do a few squats. Once he was satisfied, he walked me into the bathroom and instructed me to give a urine sample. Having never had someone watch me urinate before, it was a little difficult to get going. But, I managed, and he took me back into the living area where he had me sit on the exam table.
He had all the gear to check out my eyes, ears, nose and throat. He even came with tongue depressors to conduct an oral exam, and that godawful taste of wood on my tongue made the experience all the more real. He took my blood pressure, checked my reflexes. When he took my temperature, he told me matter-of-factly, "You know, there are three ways to take a person's temperature: orally, rectally, and through the urethra." Of course I couldn't respond--instead just letting that idea sink in and wait to see when I'd be subjected to that. He then listened to my heart and lungs and told me to lie back on the table.
In that position, he had me put my hands behind my head and he began palpating my abdomen. My dick was still rock hard, remaining elevated above my abdomen. He continued to ignore it. After a portion of the exam that was focused on having instruments and gear used on me, the feeling of his hands was calming--even if they were focused on things like lymph nodes, the liver, whatever else doctors look for when checking a person's abdomen. check my lower extremities, test for range of motion in my legs.
And then he went into the genital portion of the exam, palpating my head, examining the urethral opening, doing a preliminary testicular exam. As promised, he took my temperature again, and I remember being shocked, excited, and a little scared as I saw the silver tip of a digital thermometer disappear into my dick. (Temperature reading was normal.) He then took a measurement of my length and girth--both perfectly average--before asking me to hop off the table. He performed the hernia check, examined my testicles again, and then asked me to bend over the table for the first part of the rectal exam. I don't think I had ever engaged in anal sex at that point of my life, so the feeling of another guy working my ass like that was mind blowing. And then he had me get back up on the table on all fours, and he continued the rectal exam from another angle and in addition to loving the feeling in general, I felt so exposed in feeling cold air hit my scrotum. He then asked me to lie back, knees to chest, and he continued the rectal exam, progressively inserting two then three fingers. And once he was satisfied, he told me to relax my legs so that he could get a semen sample.
I remember being flat on the table and the doctor lubing up and starting to jerk my dick. And I remember my focus splitting between the sight of me stretched out like I was and the fact that (because this was a hotel in a mall) I could barely hear the sound of people outside. (Could they have heard anything? I really didn't care--but the idea of a private exam area being less private added to the excitement.) I came hard and relaxed on the table for a bit, simultaneously feeling wonderful and extremely shocked that I had actually gone through with it.
Upon cleaning up and getting dressed, I returned to the living room area to chat with the doc about the whole experience. I was still processing my feelings, and when he asked if I would ever try a role play exam again. I said I probably wouldn't, I thanked him, and I left.
On the subway ride home, I was still thinking through the evening's events. (I was also a little worried that I missed some lube around my asshole, which was feeling a little sore in the best possible way.)
Some time passed and I didn't think much about exam role play. And then I saw the doc's ad appear again on Craigslist, and I didn't think twice about reaching out again.