MALES - Your first adult physical

My first physical was when I was 15 for navy entrance.

First one was fairly basic. Height, weight, eyesight etc.

The follow up one was a little more detailed. Stripped off completely. Finished with having to hang on a bar and swing your legs up to touch the bar with your toes.

Always thought that was something the sick birth attendants devised to perv your ass.

I am now 81.

I’m going for my first physical exam in a few years with a new doctor!

So I’m eager to see how he will do the exam and if I will have to get undressed. I haven’t had to since my pediatrician and my first adult doc. So it will be interesting

@kid89 Be sure to report back to all of us with ALL the details.

This topic, like many others here, caused me to think back and recall some details or events long forgotten.

My first physical as an adult would have been when I was in my early 20s for work. New hires were expected to have a physical exam and drug test as part of onboarding. The appointment was scheduled by HR with the company doctor. He was on-site every day, but had his own practice, which is where we went for the exam. I recall showing up and being checked in and sent to the bathroom for a urine sample. After that, I was taken to a small exam room and told to remove everything and put on the supplied gown. I was a bit nervous since this was my first exam alone, as I sat there in just a gown. The doctor came in and gave me a quick once over, less thorough than I was used to. It ended with having me raise the gown as he did a quick genital check and turn and cough. I was surprised how quick it all was, mainly just to check some employment boxes. Though I do recall being a bit embarrassed passing him in the hallways at work in following weeks, knowing he had just handled my genitals and likely noticed a bit of growth in the process.

My first "chosen" exam would have been around age 30, when I decided to choose a general doctor on my own.

Mine was from our family doctor the summer before my freshman year at an all-boys Catholic high school. The admission process required, as the forms stated, a complete male physical. It was pretty usual for the time but I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. So, Nurse did some preliminary stuff, then it was “take everything off but your shorts, sit on the table and wait for the doctor. She left the room and I followed instructions. The exam was as usual until the end, when I was told to get down from table and stand in front of the doctor, who sat on a short chrome stool. As I stood there facing him, he pulled my shorts down part way, did the cough thing, and helped me get my shorts all the way off. He’d checked my privates in physicals before but was particularly thorough this time. Then it was turn around, spread your legs and bend over, hands on knees like if I was playing shortstop. His slippery finger was a huge surprise, unprecedented and unexpected. The first chance I had when I got home I jacked off frantically thinking about that last part. I supposed it was one of those rights of reaching manhood. I never thought about it being some kind of abuse. A few weeks later, walking home after school with a friend, we talked about our physicals. He asked me if Dr. E had done “the finger thing” to me and shared his experience with me. For the next six decades, until fairly recently, my physical exams all followed more or less closely, the pattern of that first time.

Though I do recall being a bit embarrassed passing him in the hallways at work in following weeks, knowing he had just handled my genitals and likely noticed a bit of growth in the process. .

Did you have any follow up exams at your job at any time after that? If not, was there ever a chance, where you may have wondered for a moment, "Am I going to have to be subjected to another hernia check ?

When you finally did get a primary care of your choice, what influenced the decision of the gender you chose ?

Mine was from our family doctor the summer before my freshman year at an all-boys Catholic high school. .

How about that as an opening line for a post. all of that angst, just waiting to come out. it's hard to imagine that now, being so far advanced at this stage of the game. But back then, something like this would be a mini adventure with a bit of suspense, "What WILL it all entail ?"

And then it turns out, it was the doctor who pulled the shorts down. Your fate is to go to this Catholic high school, and your shorts will be pulled down by this authority figure, who will expose you.

"As if you were playing shortstop". Nice anomaly. Coaching you how to get in position. Which can now be associated with penetration if you choose.

And look what it caused you to do when you got home. A hot experience that there is no control over.

@JTMac I never had another exam from that doctor it seemed the only way you received an exam was as a new hire. He was there in the mornings in case anyone felt sick or if someone was returning to work after time off. Eventually he retired and the role went away. It's wild to think how he had likely checked the majority of our work force over the years. I knew I'd eventually have another hernia check, just not by him.

When choosing my own primary care doctor, I didn't really put much thought into gender. I just looked at our list of in network doctors and found the closest taking on new patients. It a fairly rural area, so options were limited.

I was probably 22, hadn’t been to the doctor in 4.5 years. I went in because for chronic sinus infections. As I was there my female NP who was in her mid to late 30’s then commented that I hadn’t been there in a few years. I told her I hadn’t needed anything and didn’t feel as if annual visits were necessary.

She disagreed and told me that since I was there she would like to do a full check up. I agreed to it not expecting much. She told me that she wanted me to get labs done as soon as the appointment was over and was going to have me go give a urine sample while she grabbed a few things. She herself escorted me to the bathroom and told me to leave my sample at the nurses station which was right outside the bathroom. I did as I was told then went to the nurses station where one of the assistants took me back to the exam room. We walked in and she told me that nothing had changed with physicals, down to underwear and asked if I wanted a gown. I declined the gown and she stepped out. At that point in my life I was a gym rat and a runner so I had on athletic briefs. As I sat there in my briefs and waited my NP finally came back in. She started at my head and worked her way down. Feeling my neck, armpits, chest, listening to my heart and lungs, then had me lie back and started pushing on my stomach. As she worked her way down I felt my penis start to fill. There was no hiding it in these underwear. She got to my waist line and told me she was going to lift my underwear. As she did my semi erect penis popped out. I apologized and she told me not to worry about it as it’s natural and normal. She then told me if it was more comfortable due to my situation she would just slide them down a little bit I lifted my butt and she pushed my briefs below my testicles. By this time I was fully erect. To the point I could feel my pulse in my penis. She felt around my pubic area before asking me to stand up. I hopped down with my briefs still basically at the bottom of my butt cheeks. She said she wanted to check my testicles and for hernia. Asking me to slide by underwear down further. As I did, I apparently did not account for the lack of fabric to catch at me knees and they landed on the floor. I gave up all hope and as I was positioning myself for her just stepped out of them. As I stood there stark naked with a raging erection allowing her to palpate everything, she started at the tip of my penis, then the balls then I had to turn my head and cough. She asked if I had any problems in the bathroom. I told her no, my high protein diet sometimes took a toll on my stomach but other than that no issues. She told me she wanted to just take a look at my butt, asking me to turn and bend forward. I leaned over and squatted and with her gloved hand she separated my cheeks, bumping against my anus with her gloved thumbs then told me to go ahead and get dressed. She waited for me to get my underwear up and away from the door before stepping out. That was easily one of my most memorable and embarrassing encounters with her.

I was 15 years old when I had my first physical exam after going through puberty. I posted a detailed account of that story elsewhere on Zity, which you can read at this link:

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1199088