Paper on examining table

I went to a thorough doctor until I was 20 who did not respect me and my sisters modesty at all, you were always in underwear or panties only when the doctor walked in to give you a physical exam or if you were sick other than cold. He even gave us rectal exams at the end of every physical and had us lie on our tummy for it. It really made me anal-erotic though I was probably born gay. For me it was the sensation of blood rushing to my penis as it was pressed up against the crinkly thin paper of long soft exam table that first made me aware of sexual feelings before age 12. As a teen I was often home alone because of having a young mother that worked two jobs and after my older sister got a job I would buy tissue paper at a Staples and lay it on my bed. Feels even better when I take my temp rectally laying on it.. I'm 19 now and in college and my roomie just quit so I have a single room at which I can do this to myself all I want. Has anyone else ever done this? Wish I could find another young gay guy to do this with.

The sound of the paper is unforgettable, the second I am brought into an exam room and asked to sit on the exam table, on the paper. The scent of alcohol for some? The sound of the doctor's scale? The feeling of a thin exam gown?

My doc basically had paper towels on the table, no crinkly paper for me until adulthood. Probably bc of that it does not have any special meaning for me

I love the sound of crinkly paper.

I love the sound of the paper on the exam table.

I use plastic hospital emergency sheets. If the patient is nervous and sweating a bit the sheet sticks to him and even to his genitals if he is lying face down. Very embarrassing 😃

You went to a thorough doctor until you were 20, but you're 19 now and in college?

My maths is pretty terrible, but that doesn't make sense to me...

I also remember that crinkly paper on the exam table and remember how it felt against skin. There was a big roll of paper at the other end of the table and sometimes there was still the used paper from the previous patient on the table when we went in and the doc then ripped it off and pulled new sheet on it while I was already in the room. Felt odd to see that happening and realize I was not going to escape ending on the table this time either.. Not that I really thought I would but seeing the paper being replaced made it even more concrete and made me feel odd.