Not a prostate exam, but some years back, when I went to see ‘Serena,’ my regular massage therapist (who also had a business selling skin care products), for advice on dry skin to either side of my scrotum, she had me strip from the waist down, then lie down on her exam table belly up, with my knees up, so she could examine the whole area.
Serena was the LMT who discreetly provided me with prostate massage and happy endings (sometimes mostly nude herself), so needless to say, I was used to being naked with her.
But as Serena moved lamps to shine on that area of my body, and cupped my nutsack, moving it from side to side to check out the dry skin, she looked thoughtful and said (still with her hands on my crotch), “This is really interesting. Would you mind if I brought in my assistant, to show her, too?”
That was just fine with me.
Her assistant was a lovely young lady in her mid-twenties, with curly black hair, a pert nose, and a slightly embarrassed smile. She watched as Serena smoothed my nutsack out of the way on one side, pointing out the dry skin, then palmed my genitals entirely, penis as well as scrotum, to move everything out of the way to show the young lady the other side. Then she followed up by smoothing moisturizing cream into each crease, holding my cock and balls out of the way as she did so, still as her assistant watched closely. (Though Serena manipulated my genitals to expose the areas in question, she made no effort to conceal them. The young lady could see everything.)
I wondered whether Serena was mixing a little bit of fun with business.
The cream worked as advertised, much to my disappointment. I was hoping for a follow up exam, with the assistant taking the lead.