It’s embarrassing to report that I have managed to shy away from receiving a complete physical until I had relocated for a dream job complete with great benefits, a beautiful environment, and was required to have a physical. Little did I realize that it would be my introduction to what having a full exam entailed.

Once I left high school, I no longer had to see my pediatrician who did give me a basic exam involving the obligatory hernia check and updating of vaccinations. Fast forward 25 years after having relied solely on “Doc in the Box” clinics, I never had to have my genitals examined or receive the dreaded DRE or prostate examination. Heck, I didn’t exactly understand what the initials stood for until I began going out with my girlfriend who worked at a hospital as a nurse.

At some point, she told me that my position would require a physical and did I want her to schedule it for me! She was familiar with my new employer and had assisted in providing those examinations. I suggested that I might find a physician on my own or could use the local health spot on the outskirts of town. She smiled and said, “Oh dear, that won’t do!” Next thing, she was showing me a physical exam form and said, “All of these boxes have to be checked!” I reluctantly looked it over and must have blushed cause she said, “Don’t worry. I know just the doctor for you who specializes in examination of the shy male.”

Within a week, I had my appointment and felt like I was a frightened teenage boy all over again. My girlfriend knew I had no meaningful medical records and made sure I would be completely examined beyond anything I experienced or expected.

The morning of the exam, my girlfriend picked out the color of my bikini briefs, “Blue is a nice color on you!” I clearly wasn’t amused and heard, “You have to start out that way! Hearing that made me need to use the bathroom and mutter to myself what had I gotten myself into.

The clinic had a large reception area with 10 doctors and nurses on the third floor of the hospital. I only knew that I was to see Dr Jan who I assumed was a male physician. Wishes are just that. Reality can often smack them right down!

It began by me having to leave a urine sample which was done in private and then a blood draw. Already I began to feel anxious and when taken to the exam room. I was ordered to strip to my briefs and wait for Dr. Jan short for Janowski. I obeyed but felt quite uneasy and didn’t elect to sit on the exam table.

After what seemed like an eternity the doctor and a nurse entered, both female, and prepared to do business. Immediately I was chastised for not having a detailed medical record and only receiving superficial exams. Both knew my girlfriend and offered that she was just down the hall conducting an exam. They were pleased that she had insisted on me receiving a physical at the clinic.

The nurse ordered me onto the scale and recorded my height and weight. As I stepped off, the doctor asked, “Have you had a DRE?” I shook my head “No,” which was meant with a stern look of dismay. “Have you had a rectal exam?” Again I blushed shaking my head “No.”

Next, I had to approach the table, face it, and lean forward. I obeyed but soon protested as the nurse yanked my briefs to my knees and had a digital thermometer ready for my anus. I gasped as it entered and nested deeply in my canal feeling helpless as my briefs fell to my ankles. While it registered, my penis began to react ignoring my messages to stay soft. I nevertheless became erect and had to push back from the table somewhat. The nurse commented, “It happens to everyone.”

I then sat on the table, my rosebud felt greasy and left a mark on the paper as I wiggled some while having my BP taken. My penis began so soften and remained that way for now.

The doc then performed the basic eyes, ears and nose, and throat checks before listening to my lungs and heart. She then made me lay back and conducted an abdominal exam with her hands and stethoscope. I remained soft but soon felt the nurse lift my penis and spread the tip wide for a swab. I yelped as it was done and begged for it to end. The burning sensation was a lot to tolerate. With that done, I squeezed the head of my penis and rubbed it while trying not to cry. The doc then inspected my testicles and held each one while rolling them one at a time. It did create sensations of arousal and she then felt my shaft and sack. Mercifully, I was then asked to stand and face the table for a rectal swab. I must have made a face as the nurse was soon spreading my cheeks as the doc inserted the long swab. Gasping and clenching followed. I felt myself leak some as the swab was twirled.

The doc then conducted a hernia exam, again rotating each testicle, while ignoring my erection as she made me cough. I felt my penis jerk as she did this. Then I was asked when if I knew about a DRE? I confessed ignorance and was made to spread wide and lean onto the table. The nurse made sure to spread my cheeks more. I was informed that a finger was going to be inserted into my rectum. I then felt her pressing into me; clenching as if this would help but only made my reaction more intense. Her finger was fully inserted and now twisting deeply into me. Gasping was of little help. I felt my thighs tighten as she found my prostate while cupping my sack. I went from gasping to moaning as she rubbed it. The pressure was unlike anything I had known and soon I was leaking more and feeling sensations that told me an orgasm could happen. She explained that this was normal and continued to feel my prostate asking if this was my first such exam. Before I could reply, I felt myself clenching her finger for all it was worth and ejaculating as she continued to rub until the last spasm took place.

The nurse managed to clean me off and gave me a moment to compose myself as she readied my Fleet enema. I filled with tears at first and then received the nasty solution, and waited for it to work. It was intense when it finally kicked in. I relieved myself immediately when allowed to use the bathroom.

What followed was a probe of my rectum with me on my hands and knees. My legs spread wide as the probe entered my passage causing me to grasp and groan. My sack was tight almost too tight as I felt my penis contracting as if it was trying to hide. I felt my passage spasm as the probe was withdrawn only to be replaced with a finger for one final exam of my rectum, and an insertion of a suppository to calm my tummy.

When it was over, I was allowed to stand facing the doctor and nurse with my penis severely contracted and hearing that three vaccinations were to be given. Within seconds of hearing this, my girlfriend arrived and held my hand, as my butt received each injection accompanied by a sad yelp and face flushed with embarrassment. The doctor patted my shoulder and said, “I will see you in 6 months for another exam.” I nodded and slowly ambled over to get my clothing.

While dressing, she told my girlfriend that I had a complete physical and would likely spike a fever from the shots. She was handed two Tylenol suppositories to help; one for the night and the other for the following morning.

That night my girlfriend teasingly asked if I learned anything from the exam. I blushed and with that received a suppository which reduced me to tears and a limp manhood.