I prefer female doctors, and I currently have a female primary care physician. I started selecting female doctors because my wife and I have permanently removed all our pubic hair. I also have a large, impossible to miss tattoo covering much of my pubic area, (including the first two inches of my shaft.) I have always felt more comfortable with a female doctor looking at my totally bald and tattooed crotch than a male doctor.
The first female doctor I went to actually came on to me the first time she examined me. I was in my mid 30s and I think she was maybe in her late 30s or early 40s. She was not the most attractive woman in the world, but she had a good smile, a pleasant laugh, and she was very friendly. I immediately liked her. I had complained when I entered her walk-in clinic about painful urination. She started out asking me a lot of questions about my complaint, which I answered. Smiling big, she said, "I'll need to take a look at that. Can you please remove all your clothing and sit up on the exam table for me? She patted the table with her hand. I'll give you a few minutes to undress and come right back." She left the room. I nervously stood up from my chair, stripped off all my clothes, put them on the chair, and took a seat on the exam table. My pulse was no doubt 200+ at this point. When she came back to the exam room, she smiled when she saw my hairless pubic area, (and hairless chest, arms, and legs too.) I started to explain that my wife and I decided to have our pubic hair permanently removed for more pleasurable sex, and she told me that was her preference too, and that my hairless crotch would make her exam much easier. She sat down on a stool right in front of me. She then asked me to scoot up to sit right at the edge of the table and to spread my legs apart so she could examine me. I obeyed, and the 'exam' began. For a full two or three minutes she felt, held, lifted, pulled, and squeezed every inch of my cock, balls, and everything in the vicinity up and down my crotch. During many of these manipulations, she asked, “Does this hurt?’ I quickly got the feeling this was no ordinary exam, and I got a full, hard erection too. "Don't worry, that's perfectly normal.” she laughed. "Everything looks good so far." That put me at ease, mentally anyway. Then she shocked me. "Do you mind if I massage your prostate to make it release some fluid for me to examine? This could give me an immediate diagnosis without having to wait on lab test results to come back." I was intrigued, so hesitantly and nervously I said, "Sure, go ahead." "Good.", she said, and she put on a latex glove, got out a tube of KY Jelly, and started lubricating her gloved hand.
I expected her to ask me to stand up, turn around, and assume the standard prostate exam position, but she totally surprised me. She stood up, and stepped forward to stand over me just inches from the exam table. "Can you please lean back a little and spread your legs out a little more?" I did, and she slid her gloved hand with her palm up under my balls and worked her well-lubricated fingers down toward my anus. I felt a finger go in, move around a little, and then I felt her insert a second finger. She next pushed her fingers slightly deeper. I felt them go in, then out a little, and then stop. She then shifted her stance slightly, and began using her two fingers inside me to apply a pulsating pressure that felt like she was pulling me upward and into herself, but with only a slight force that was not nearly enough to actually move me. She was so good at this that she only needed maybe 10 or 15 seconds to make me shudder with a sudden, intense, almost orgasmic sensation that strangely felt like I had to pee at the same time. Just when I thought I was going to pee all over the lady doctor, a saw instead flow of a whitish, translucent, almost clear fluid come out of my cock. It wasn't milky like cum and there wasn't as much of it. She took a small sample of this fluid. She looked at it closely and smelled it. Then she gave me some paper wipes to clean up the rest. She sat back down on the stool and looked back at me (and alternately at my naked body.) "Your prostate fluid looks OK. I think you just have an inflamed urethra, and you don't have a prostate disease or any infection that could cause painful urination. It should clear up by itself in few days without antibiotics. Call me next week if it doesn’t."
I thought she'd tell me to get dressed at that point, but she didn’t even let me stand up. She continued to sit right in front of me less than a foot form the exam table. She wanted to talk some more. Her tone changed from professional to casual. With a big smile she asked, "How did that prostate massage feel to you?" I probably smiled back, and I nervously told her I'd never felt anything like it. I described the sensations in pretty good detail. "I'm glad you enjoyed it.", she said with an even bigger smile. "We female doctors know many ways to give men pleasure that most women don't know about." She then started asking me what kind of work I did, and what I liked to do in my spare time. When I told her I liked high end audio equipment, she gave me the specs on her incredible audio system and home theater in her house. When I said I was impressed, she invited me over to her place later to take a look at it. I was greatly tempted and my erection stiffened, which she noticed, but I had to turn down her invitation. I thanked her, and I said I was flattered that a doctor would want to socialize with a lowly engineer. I explained that I was very happily married to psychic woman who would know instantly if I began messing around on her. She smiled again. She said, “You were too cute not to try to take home.” I smiled back, and said, “Maybe some other time.” She got up from the stool to allow me to get dressed, and she continued the small talk until I was ready to leave. She walked me out into the hall, and pointed me to the checkout desk.
Soon after this amazing medical exam, I moved to another city, and that was the last time I saw this very friendly lady doctor.
My new lady doc, sadly, is all business. A good friend of mine, who was a pharmaceutical sales rep for several years before she married one of her MD clients, told me that my current lady doc had been one of her clients too, and she knows for a fact that that my lady doc is a lesbian. That explains why she seems to dislike seeing me naked and gives me PSA tests instead of doing a manual prostate exam.