Yep. That was the standard operating procedure at my Junior year exam. No gown, undies only.
I had quit underwear around age 16, just didn't (and don't) see the reason behind it. It might be because i was a country boy who worked in the dirt, grease and shit everyday so never wore the same clothes twice.
Anyway, I was caught off guard at my exam, Junior year, when the nurse told me to undress down to my underwear and the doctor will be in shortly for my exam.
My stomach dropped. I had been to this doctor before, she was our family doctor, and I found her supper sexy. I had fantasized about her, dreamed about her and was now in panic mode. Pacing, trying to find an out.
Finally I decided I was just gonna roll with it. "Bravery and honesty", grandpa used to say.
That door knock jolted me, my skin instantly flushed, I stood up. Instantly regretting standing up, she walked in and i felt her eyes move from mine downwards and I saw a flash of a flirty grin trying to be withheld as she said, " no underwear huh?".
"Nope"
I did do great, for a while, forcing myself to maintain flaciddity. But, as she was asking me questions with her eyes unatually locked on mine to avoid a suspicion of wandering gazes, I felt so vulnerable and ashamed for inadvertently exposing myself (what kinda medical facility won't give ya a gown!?) and kept thinking of how she would soon put gloves on and be checking my body and functions. All while looking at me all discerning like with her big beautiful eyes.
I could feel it swelling as she checked my heart and lungs, her gentle hands on my body, telling me to take deep breaths. When she asked me to stand I was horrified. At least when sitting I could lean forward a pretend nothing was happening.
Bravery and honesty. I stood up.... at full mast. Nothing I could do. I said, "sorry". She shrugged as she glanced at it and asked me to touch my toes and then squat down as low as possible. Then had me jump up from the squat as high as I could. Fuck, i was soo turned on and so confused as to why when I felt so silly, awkward, ashamed and vulnerable. On it went until the last check. I knew it was coming and was in full throb.
She held my shaft between her thumb and fore finger as she shifted it from side to side and up a down to see different angles. Then let it spring back up straight. She rolled each testicle, one at a time, between her fingers. She squeezed a little as she rolled and slid em through her grip.On one she musta thought she felt something I guess because she did it a few more times, making sure the pad of her thumb and pointer finger felt all the surface as she pressed, i guess to check for spunginess.
I was goin nuts with arousal...it was her hands yes.... but more it was how she stared down at what she was doing, curious, concerned and thorough.
She said, "we're all done and that all looks great".
My mind went nuts with the subtly direct complement and again i sensed a flash of a flirty grin on her soft face as she said it. She glanced down quickly one last time and then away, saying "ooo, oh, that's ok", as she reached over to the counter, retrieved a paper towel, turned back, grabbed my swollen cock with her whole hand like she was grabbing a bar. With her other hand, she reached downwards with the paper towel, catching the long stringy drip of my precum before it hit the floor. Then moved it upwards to my sensitive tip, paused, squeezed a little with her grip hand and milked upward, paused, then wiped my head clean.
She let the towel fall from her hand into the bin as she opened the door to leave...looked over her shoulder, this time with a full flirty grin and pouty eyes and her head slightly tilted towards her chest but eyes up, locked on mine, and said, "see ya next time".