I thought you may be interested in my long history of intimate examinations, mostly by females. I wrote the following account for another medical group about a year ago.

I'm a normal, straight, bloke who is now in his late thirties. When I was about 15 I started to suffer from an overly tight foreskin, which caused pain every time I had an erection. Soon the situation worsened and my foreskin became tight enough to prevent it from being pulled back over my penis. I went to my local doctor, who diagnosed the situation and said that I was going to have to be circumcised. I was very nervous as I didn't really know what to expect, except that it would hurt! The operation was arranged at the local hospital and I was admitted in overnight. The next morning the deed was done - much to my surprise it didn't actually hurt very much at all - I think that I was actually more embarrassed by all of the people who had been taking an interest in my problem. I don't think there were many of the nurses on the ward who didn't come and have a before and after look - every time I was being examined there was certainly a hive of activity around me! Anyway, the operation was a success and I thought that my problem was over.

A couple of years passed without any problems (or examinations), then I went off to university. Within the first few weeks we all had to register with the college clinic and see one of the nurses. My turn came and I was shown into a room by the middle aged nurse. She then began to ask me some general questions about my health and whether or not I had any medical conditions that she should be aware of - I said no. She then asked if I had had any operations, to which I rather embarrassingly answered that I was circumcised a couple of years back because of a tight foreskin. This immediately caught her attention - she asked when I was last examined and I replied that I hadn't been since the follow up visit to the hospital, a couple of weeks after the operation.

This was not well received! The nurse said that after a circumcision in later life it was necessary to have regular examinations to check for infections and other problems - a least for a few years.

I was asked to undress, which I did. I then got onto the examination table and waited whilst she switched on her examination lights and washed her hands (no gloves back then!). Lying on my back with my legs apart I was then given a very thorough examination, far more so than any I had endured before. I lay there for a good 30 minutes while she looked at and touched every millimeter of my penis and balls, paying special attention to my exposed glans. At the end she announced that all was OK, but I would need to make regular 6 monthly visits as she was concerned that not enough of my foreskin had been removed and the problem may re-occur.

This I duly did for the next couple of years - each time going through the, by now expected, thorough exam. My girlfriend at the time couldn't believe that I had to be subjected to this, especially totally nude - she said it was far more intimate that her pelvic exam (in which she didn't have to fully undress).

In my third year things took a turn for the worst - I started to have a little pain when I became erect. I went off to see the nurse and explained what I was experiencing. She started to have a look around my glans and, after a few minutes, said that it looked as if the remaining little bit of my foreskin was squeezing against it and causing the pain. She then said that she could only be sure if she saw me in an erect state - A cold shiver went through me; I was quite used to being examined by now, but this was something completely new. Being examined limp, however intimately, is one thing - after all a limp willy is only like any other part of your body - but erect, that was far more personal and sexual. She sensed that I was shocked and worried and offered to arrange for a male doctor to perform the examination if I would prefer. I thought for a second or so, then answered that I was happy for her to continue - she'd seen me naked often enough, so what the heck! With the initial shock over, I thought that it did make sense; the pain only occurred when I was erect.

Within a couple of seconds of being squeezed at the base of my willy and below my balls, I could feel myself hardening. Before long I was lying there rock hard. The nurse started to examine me again and, although she was being very delicate, could see that it was hurting me. She apologized, but said that it was essential that she located the cause of the problem. After about 5 minutes she stopped and turned to me - the problem was what she had suspected, that little bit of foreskin was cutting into the base of my glans. The solution? I was going to have to be circumcised again!

An appointment was booked at the nearby hospital and I was admitted - again the night before. I was examined by a female surgeon who was going to perform the operation the next day. She examined me far more intimately than the last time I was in hospital, like the nurse, performing most of the examination with me erect. She explained that the problem was not so much due to the remaining little piece of foreskin, but more to the fact that my willy expanded so much when it became hard, going from something just below average when limp, to well above when erect. I could have died of embarrassment! I know most people would have felt proud and complemented, but it was the shock that she just came out and said it. Anyway, the operation went ahead and I was out the following day.

On returning to college, I was told to visit the nurse each day to have my dressings changed and to ensure that there were no signs of infection. I did, she seemed very interested in seeing my bruised and swollen willy with stitches all round it, and certainly took good care of me. After a few days the swelling and bruising went down, just leaving the stitches. These were self dissolving, so I wouldn't have to suffer having them cut out, but one side dissolved far too soon and left me with a slight bend in my shaft when I'm erect. The nurse said that this was quite common, as one side was held back tighter than the other.

Apart from the bend, everything seemed OK again. For the last few months before graduating I visited the clinic monthly for my check up with the nurse - which now included a regular examination with me erect, to check that the problem was cured.

I left college and all was fine again. After a couple of years I was married and the "old problem" forgotten.

That was until I suddenly became very swollen where one of the old stitch holes had been. I went to my new doctor and explained the problem - my wife preferred female doctors, so we were both registered with the same person. She asked me to undress and stand by her desk; the first thing she noticed was that I didn't hang quite straight, so I explained the whole story so far. She decided that the swelling was due to an infection in the old stitch wound and prescribed some drugs to cure it. The examination lasted no more than a few minutes and I was sent away.

The infection went, but I now started to suffer from soreness and irritation around the couple of old stitch holes still just visible on the underside of my willy. This seemed to get worse in hot weather, so I started to either wear very loose boxer shorts, or nothing. I returned to the doctors and explained that I was still suffering.

This time she was a lot more sympathetic and performed a far more detailed examination. A young female nurse was called in to hold my penis while the doctor took a close look at the stitch holes. She concluded that they were getting infected in the hot weather and causing the irritation. She said that she had one other patient to see that evening, so if I went with the nurse she'd come and take some samples in a few minutes time.

Following the nurse into the neighboring room I was asked to stand by a table, still naked. The nurse then explained that I would need to be shaved so that no infection from my pubic hair could affect the doctors test. I agreed and signed a form of consent to the shaving and examination - Just when I thought that I had suffered every possible indignity, something else came along!

Lying on my back on the examination table I had my feet placed into stirrups and my legs pulled wide apart. I was then shaved and left in that position until the doctor arrived, some 20 minutes later.

The examination then followed, which lasted about 35 minutes, with me in an erect state for the entire duration.

The outcome? I returned to the surgery about every 3 weeks to be re- shaved and re-examined, usually by just the nurse who took samples from the stitch wounds for analysis, but the infection was never isolated. After doing this for a couple of years, I stopped going - I just thought that I would have to live with the problem (which only really flared up in summer).

Then on moving house and joining a new surgery, I thought that I would give it one last try. I booked an appointment with the new, again female, doctor and went and explained the problem, along with the now epic length history!

I then began the usual ritual of undressing and getting onto the examination table... She put on her latex gloves and, showing some surprise at my totally shaved pubes and balls, started to examine me: First the glans, then the stitch marks. After about 10 minutes, she announced that it felt as if I had a cyst underneath the skin where the stitch marks were. This was news, that hadn't been suggested before!

I was referred to a consultant - I now had private medical cover - and he confirmed the diagnosis. I went into hospital again, and a cyst 4cm by 2cm by 1/2 cm was removed from below the old stitch marks. I was sown up again, this time far neater than before, leaving no stitch marks or scaring of any kind. In fact, I'm now almost straight again!

That was 2 years ago and all is still OK at the moment - But I do miss those examinations, they had got to be part of my life!

So any of you budding amateur female nurses and doctors who fancy having a practice, let me know - I'm waiting for that next examination, you can take as long as you want, the more intimate the better ...