I had my first one when I was 34. When making the appointment, I explained truthfully that there was a history of prostate cancer in my family. I had a very good sense I'd be getting my first DRE.
When I made the appointment at a internal-medicine clinic, I had six doctors to choose from based on the clinic's web page with photos and biographies. I chose one younger than I was for a couple reasons. First, I wanted to develop a long-term doctor-patient relationship. Second, he was cute and athletic.
I hadn't been to the doctor in eight years. When I checked in at the reception desk, I was nervous. One of the older doctors was lingering at the reception desk as I checked in. I recognized him as the father of the doctor with whom I made my appointment.
When I was taken to the exam room, the assistant told me in no uncertain terms that everything had to come off and I needed to wear a gown, with the opening in the back. I recall thinking, yeah, there's no turning back. I'll be getting the cute doctor's finger in my rear end.
Imagine my surprise and disappointment when the father and not the son walked into the exam room. There was no explanation about why he was doing the exam and not his son.
When he checked my heart and lungs, he removed the gown from my upper body and then put it back when he was done. I don't remember him palpating my abdomen but he must have. He examined my genitals first by pushing the gown up onto my chest. Then he had me roll over to my side for the DRE. When I sat up, the gown was still covering my chest. It was a great experience. I jerked off in the restroom on the building's ground floor.
The next year, I made another appointment -- with the older doctor. That one started with me fully dressed. He directed me to get undressed and stayed in the room as I did so. I recall I was wearing black boxer briefs. For a split second, I thought about taking those off or at least asking whether they should come off. But instead, I hopped onto the exam table in just my briefs. They came down to my knees for the genital check and then I went onto my side for the DRE. To this day, I wish I would've stripped all the way and taken a seat on the exam table, leaving it to the doctor about whether to offer me a covering.
The year after that, I made another appointment with the same doctor. That one was like the first -- the nurse told me to strip completely and wear a gown with the opening in the back. But this exam was the hottest of all three. After listening to my heart and lungs, he left the gown pooled on my lap. He made me lie back and palpated my abdomen, pushing the gown down father on my body than it needed to go. For the genital check, he pushed the gown to my knees. When it came time for me to roll on my side, the gown wasn't really covering me. When I sat up, the gown was pretty much to my side. He stayed in the room while I got dressed. I finally had the courage to throw caution to the wind and left the gown on the exam table as I walked toward the chair where my clothes were, complete naked.
There is little question in my mind the doctor enjoyed giving me a physical because it wasn't every day he had a guy in his mid-30s in his exam room.
When it came time for another physical the following year, sadly the doctor had retired. I made an appointment with a brand-new doctor who I know for a fact was gay, based on his social media. Those were hot experiences too. He once disclosed that he recognized me from the gym. But I left him and that small practice when they merged with Big Med and suddenly the doctor was trying to refer me to specialists I didn't need.