(This is an experience a friend of mine shared with me after a recent physical. I thought it was exciting but he is too shy to post it himself. So here it is.)
I was having my third annual physical exam by a female nurse practitioner to whom I had been referred by a male coworker. I had turned 54 this year and have been lucky to have no health problems. I have always hated physicals dating back to preteen years when my stepmom forced me to switch to a female pediatrician who was a friend of hers. My stepmother was a woman who liked to dominate men and enjoyed enforcing her will on me. I was always uncomfortable being examined by a female and the only reason I decided to go to this female NP was my friend’s strong recommendation. I have always dreaded the genital, hernia, and rectal exams, regardless of the examiner’s gender, but after going through them with this same lady for two years, I was feeling a little more comfortable. I knew the routine, the words she used to instruct on the genital exposure, and her exam process.
I always make an early morning appointment because you usually get seen on time. I arrived a few minutes early dressed for work in dress shirt, slacks with a belt, and loafers. I was thinking as I sat in the waiting room that I was a bit more calm than usual when I am getting a physical. “Mark.” I looked up to see a nurse or medical assistant looking in my direction. “Are you ready to come on back?” I was ready to get this over with for another year so I stood up and briskly walked toward the door she held open. She led me down the hallway to an area where a scale was located. She told me to take my shoes off and step on the scale. After my weight, I put my shoes back on and followed her to a exam room. “Take off your shirt and have a seat on the table.” I complied and she took vital signs and then did an EKG. “Alright, now I need you to undress to your undershorts, here is a gown if you want it, and Ms. Powers will be with you. After taking off my slacks, shoes, and socks, I sat back up on the table wearing only my white Hanes briefs. I decided to forego the gown since I always find them more awkward and the nurse practitioner has seen me naked a couple of times already.
After a few minutes wait, the NP knocked and came in. She greeted me, asked how I had been feeling, and if there were any health issues since I last saw her. Then she hit me with “I have a nursing student shadowing me this month. You wouldn’t mind if she observed, would you?” She positioned it in a way that made it awkward to decline, so, I agreed. The NP opened the door and told the person outside to come in. In walks a young girl around 20 years old who was decent looking. She was dressed like the NP in a white lab coat but had on blue scrubs rather than slacks like the NP always wore. “Mark, this is Heather. She’s a third year nursing student.” I was thinking what a bad idea it had been to agree to having this girl in the room for my physical! Too late now. The student took a place next to the door about five feet from me. I was sitting on the end of the exam table so she was looking at my right shoulder. The wall was close to me on my left and the sink and cabinet were at the foot of the table a few feet away. The NP worked from in front of me and from my right side over where the student was standing. She looked in my eyes, ears, throat, felt my neck, and checked my reflexes. Then, she put on her stethoscope and listened to my heart and lungs. (I was thinking about the genital exam. She had done it with me standing at the foot of the table so that would mean the student would not be able to see my genitals. It would be embarrassing having her witness it but at least she would not get a look at my penis.) the. She had me lie back as she pulled out the foot extension on the table. As she auscultated and then palpated my abdomen, the panic began setting in. We all know what comes next! She moved to the glove box on the counter and gloved up. She walked to the side of the table on my right and I heard “Stand right here and go ahead and pull down your underwear. Standing in front of her my hands were shaking as I reached for my waistband and, with a sick feeling in y stomach and my head spinning, I pulled down the front of my Hanes presenting my genitalia to the two women. I noticed the student looking right at my genitals. “Now when a man is not circumcised, it is important to be sure his foreskin will retract” as she retracted my foreskin and the shiny purple head came into view. She looked over the head briefly and then replaced the foreskin over the glans. Then I felt her hands on each of my testicles as the student also looked on. “Turn your head to the right and cough, again.” “Now turn around and bend over the table.” I heard her squeeze KY onto her glove and I felt the spreading of my buttocks and then her finger went in. “Ok, you can stand up and use this tissue. We are all done. Your lab results will be on the portal in a few days and I will see you next year.” I wiped the KY out from my crack and off my hole as I thought about the humiliation I had just endured. I got dressed and took the walk of shame though the hallway, back out through the waiting room, and out the door wondering what the NP and student were saying about me exam.
I rushed home and masturbated to the memory of the exam, thinking about that student seeing me in my Hanes and then seeing my penis and watching as the foreskin was retracted. I wondered if it was the first uncircumcised penis she had seen.