Minor, trivial exam memories that are hot

A minor trivial thing that I always find exciting and hot is the feeling of cool tile under my bare feet during my checkups when I first undress and when I’m asked to hop off the exam table

Sitting on the exam table in my underwear and hearing the paper beneath me crinkle

I love this post and replies! Everyone else seemed to sum it all up for me too.

Looking at all the instruments on the counter and wondering what's in the drawers while waiting in the exam room for the Dr. to come in.

I was getting a check up last week and as I stood there waiting with my pants and drawers down while the doctor put on her gloves, I remembered doing that when I was a kid and how excited I got when the doctor first handled my stuff. Started to get a little firm.

LovesMedExam,

I liked very much your post about this female doctor answering her phone and going on with her examination of your penis at the same time. The situation must have been very exciting.

Had it happened to me, I think I would have had a full size erection.

I just wrote another post somewhere else on here . . . But, my very first memory of being at the pediatrician was when I was very young, four, maybe a little younger, and waking up very ill with a very painful bladder infection. Pretty bad for a little person. But I have memories of being wrapped in a blanket and my dad carrying me into the doc's office and laying me on the exam table. I was in and out all night, but I know my folks were there and I was on the table without my pajama bottoms, doctor was doing lots of things I didn't understand, it would hurt from time to time and I would cry, little tubes and a big needle in the bottom. Sometimes now when I walk into an exam room, that night all flashes back again.

When I walk into an exam room and see a tube of my-jelly out or similar it really gets my mind going. Something invasive is going to happen!

For a more specific example a few years ago I went into an exam room and there was a used speculum sitting in the sink. At least half of the people that enter the exam room on a given basis probably get a speculum. But seeing a used one really got the juices flowing. The nurse apologized and grabbed it with a paper towel. Then went running out. This didn’t seem like the most sanitary move.

My doctor had 1 exam room in the back he used for invasive exams like Sigmoidoscopes and Gyn exams. He would have a tube or a speculum soaking in a tub of disinfectant usually if I was lucky enough to get that room. I did get that room once for hemorrhoids and that is another story. I like the sight of KY out on the counter and I just like the smell of the doctors office, always have.

A local pharmacy has in its window display an old desk on which sits a doctor's bag some 70 years old on which is draped an old stethoscope, and an old blood pressure monitor stands beside it. It makes me think of some elderly, high-handed doctor from the 1940s in a tweedy suit who entertains none of this 'respect the patient's modesty' mularkey, examining me in my underpants, then yanking them down to pull back my foreskin and handle my balls. I don't know why a period I never lived through would activate my fantasies, but there you go.

Getting called back to the exam room and that first sight when you step inside and hop up on the exam table. Sitting there waiting anticipating what's going to happen. The nurse comes in and checks your height and weight with your shoes off then has you sit back down on the exam table. The last thing she says is to get undressed. Then you are stripped down to your briefs sitting and waiting for the doctor to come in. You hear that knock at the door and he walks in. He shakes your hand puts the stethoscope into his ears and then it all begins when you feel that touch against your chest.

I remember a four-legged footstool one doctor had next to the exam table. It was to be used to aid in stepping up to sit on the table but he also used it for one of my favorite genital examination memories. For this exam, I had only been told to take off my shirt. He did the head, neck, and chest exam with me seated on the edge of the exam table. He then told me to lie back on my back and “loosen the top of your pants.” This was not an entirely clear instruction to me. What I did was unbuckle my belt, unhook the waistband and unzip about halfway down. I guess it was what he had in mind. He auscultated and palpated my abdomen, said “okay, good,” and stepped back from the table. I thought he was done and began to relax when he said “step up on the platform and drop your pants AND shorts.” The sick feeling came in the pit of my stomach as I stood on the four-legged stool and let my pants and briefs go down to my upper thighs, exposing my shriveled penis and tight scrotum.

I agree with BenDover (post #33) that this is a pleasing thread - if not quite 'Proustian' in its 'remembrance of things past'!

- Ken

Following the request to "Lie back for me", feeling my abdomen being palpated as i stared at the ceiling, followed by the feeling of my waistband being lifted away from me, as the doctor checked me for hernia, then felt my balls for lumps, before restoring my underwear.

Sports physical as a teenager. Second year in a row seeing the RNP because the pediatrician happened to take an annual vacation... but that's beside the point. The prior year, the genital exam was done with me lying down in a gown and underwear. I wore briefs back then. The RNP would check my legs' range of motion and palpate the muscles checking for any pain, working from feet upward toward my crotch. Before reaching the genitals, though, the RNP would move the gown up to expose my navel and lower abdomen and palpate there.

Then, for the genital exam, she would pull out the waistband of my briefs (upward, toward the ceiling) and feel around and over the pubic mound. Then she went up the leg holes of my briefs (which weren't tight) and examine my testes, as well as conduct the hernia check pushing upward. Since my penis was pointing down toward my feet this year, the RNP inadvertently touched it and moved it to point upward toward my abdomen, but didn't do any further examination other than a visual check of my penis.

So, the second year, I'm told to lie down on the exam table and I know what's coming next. I move the gown up already and the RNP covers me back up immediately. I found that kid of interesting, as she wanted to preserve my modesty - which I already demonstrated I didn't care about. She examines my legs and only after then did she move the gown up for the abdominal exam.

I've found this drive to preserve patient modesty to be consistent as I got older, too. During my genital exams as an adult, the providers would take what seemed like extreme measures to minimize exposure. I don't try to sexualize my actual doctor visits, but I found this kind of curious and something that changed in the past 15 years compared to my exams as a young boy, when exposure seemed to be more tolerated.

I always think back to a physical exam I had in college. I needed paperwork to be filled out each year and missed the cutoff by 1 month. I was in a pinch and went to the local urgent care center to get a physical. I waited about 45 minutes in the waiting room to be seen. The physician was a middle aged woman who quickly looked at the extensive form I brought and scribbled her signature before even proceeding with exam. It was at this point I figured it would be a quick in and out. She took my vitals and checked eyes, ears and took my temperature through my ear. She asked me if I was enrolled in any sports to which I replied no and she responded that this would be quick. She asked me questions about my medical history. I was fully dressed in gym shorts and a t shirt for the exam and up until this point she didn't ask me to remove anything. She pulled out the leg extension on the bed and asked me to lie back and lifted my shirt. She proceeded to stethoscope my chest asking my to breathe in and out periodically. She was a very to the point and did not make any effort to engage in any small talk or light conversation which was different than what I was used to. She excused herself at one point and came back about 5 minutes later and asked me if I provided my insurance info which I replied I did. She then asked if I had any trouble urinating and I replied "no." She pulled my shorts down to my knees and then asked me to lower my briefs. She stared at me as I stiffened up for about 30 seconds and said "ok very good" you are all set and walked out. To me this was the weirdest and most arousing exam.

She then asked if I had any trouble urinating and I replied "no." She pulled my shorts down to my knees and then asked me to lower my briefs. She stared at me as I stiffened up for about 30 seconds and said "ok very good" you are all set and walked out. To me this was the weirdest and most arousing exam.

So she just looked at your genitals without doing any other examination? I had one doctor do that with me in a group physical and I thought it was arousing too.

I always loved when I would be asked to lay back on the exam table for the final portion of the exam. He would usually help me lay down with his hand behind my head and he would then untie the gown in the front and move it from side to side (it was a split down the middle gown) to expose my body down to my briefs. While he continued with the abdomen exam, I always really enjoyed when he'd slightly reach his hands in my briefs to feel the lower abdomen quadrants.

Obviously we all know the best part was about to happen. He would then lift the waistband of my briefs and insert his large ungloved hand to completely feel my testicles, penis, and a quick run through the pubic hair. The strange part is that he would choose this time to talk with me about sex and "appropriate touching" down there. He'd stare me in the eyes with his hand grabbing hold of my testicles and ask me if I'm sexually active or have had any problems down there.

As soon as that was complete, he'd remove his hand and ask me to hop down off the table. He'd check for scoliosis and EVERY TIME he would give me a little slap on the ass and say "Alright, you can throw your clothes back on. Time to fill your mom in on what I just examined!" It was so always so riveting knowing that he was going to touch me with his bare hands while I was laying down, completely powerless.

Yes it was so surprising because the exam was not very thorough to begin with. I was in a state of shock I remember I couldn't even fully remove my briefs. I lowered just over my penis and the bottoms bunched up in my inner thighs. She actually guided down to my ankles. I didn't see her reaction because I was staring at the ceiling but she didn't perform any exam or touch me at all. When she announced we were finished she walked out before I could even get dressed. The exam room was in the back corner of the office so I doubt anyone saw but they easily could have because the table was positioned in clear view of the doorway.

People with a good feel for the physical examination process can recognize very quickly the style of exam they are receiving. The level of detail and time paid to the head, eyes, ears, nose, and throat for instance gives a good sense of what the rest of the exam is expected to look like.

The most powerful moments I’ve had is when this changes suddenly. In my early twenties, I presented for a routine physical - which generally meant changing into a gown and receiving a cursory 10-15 minute exam. This time, I knew something was different as I felt the blood pressure cuff deflate midway. With it still tight on my bicep, the doctor squinted slightly, closed the valve, and reinflated the cuff as if unsure he was hearing correctly. When he let the pressure release, instead of removing the cuff and moving on, he purposefully moved it to my opposite arm and repeated a measurement.

Finishing that, he paused and matter of factly told me that my readings were quite a bit higher than in the past. He asked if was anxious, and up until that moment I hadn’t been. From there, what would have been a thirty second listen to my heart while lying down became a fifteen minute study of examining my peripheral pulses, palpating my left chest, auscultating my heart seated supine and standing, and obtaining my first 12-lead EKG.

In the end not much came of it, but my heart was examined more closely than usual for a couple years following. It was my first sense of how significant those seemingly trivial moments in a physical can feel to an examinee.

For me it was soon after I got out of college and it is 2 phrases that get me going each time I think of them. Had a physical scheduled with the doctor I had been seeing since senior year of high school.

The nurse brought back the exam room and said, "I see you are here for a complete physical". She then instructed me to get undressed and put on an exam gown. This was my first time being given a gown so I undressed but left my underwear on. She returned in a few minutes to take my BP, measure my height and weight and do a blood draw. After she completed the preliminaries she said "undershorts off for the doctor, he will be in shortly"

Some trivial things for me that I enjoy from my exams, are as the original poster said, the hard cold tile floor beneath my socked or bare feet. The sound and feel of the exam paper crinkling as I sit on it, and the nurse or doctor instructing me to get undressed at the beginning of the exam.

For me its the boxes of gloves on the wall in all different sizes. that really triggers me to get excited because i know that when that special time comes someone will be slipping into them and examining very private places....

I went to the opticians for an eye test, and found myself getting aroused, purely with the female opticians face being what felt like centimetres away from my face as as she looked in my eyes. I could smell her perfume and her breath, which was fortunately lovely and fresh. I could also hear her breathing which is what really got me going.

Once when recently out of the army . I had a pre employment physical. The nurse Practitioner was gorgeous and about my age. When she took my blood pressure she held my hand under her arm next to her boob. She asked if had any issues with high blood pressure before? I nervously said no and she said she would take it after exam again. After the complete exam it was even higher and she referred me to my doctor for follow up. It was because my hand on her boob after years in the army were not too fruitful with ladies😉

When she took my blood pressure she held my hand under her arm next to her boob.

That reminds me, while we're on topic, I have had a few nurses, practitioners/doctors who have held my relaxed arm out, up against their bodies, sometimes tucking it under their arm to hold it while they took my blood pressure. I could feel my arm against their breast, pretending I don't notice. But wondering if any of them might actually like this kind of contact. A wonder based on what I've observed about certain women who have stood very close to someone for a picture, making breastal contact that was not accidental.

For me it is really the start of the exam: waiting nervously, kicking off my shoes for a height and weight check, and being asked to undress.

My G.I. doctor is SMOKING HOT! The first time i went to her was for the exam before my first colonoscopy. I was very excited because she is very beautiful and I knew she would soon be doing a rectal exam on me. When she listened to my heart she replied, "Your heart is POUNDING!"

I did my best to cover it up and said, "Well, I'm kind of nervous about the exam. I was trying not to show it but my heart gave me away."

She is a wonderful doctor and one of my favorite people in my whole life. Like I told a friend a short while ago, "You don't just like doctor G., you LOVE HER!" She had to agree she had seen her for her own colonoscopy.

When I was 13 my brother and I had our checkups scheduled on a coldish day. We were sitting in the waiting room before we were called into the exam room. My brother who was 5 at the time kept talking off and putting his sweater back on. This disturbed my mother and the nurse who was noticing this said 'once they're ready your sons will be getting undressed'. I noticed that another mother looked up when she said that. As we were accompanied to the exam room I realized that the woman knew that we were going to be stripped down to our briefs. That was arousing.

This disturbed my mother and the nurse who was noticing this said 'once they're ready your sons will be getting undressed'. I noticed that another mother looked up when she said that. As we were accompanied to the exam room I realized that the woman knew that we were going to be stripped down to our brief

I had regular exams ( every month or so for about 18 months ) in my teens and I hated sitting in the waiting room to be called.

The receptionist would usually call my name and say something like "... and can you go in and get ready for the doctor" or occasionally "... go in and get undressed" which was much worse and bad enough.

Once or twice I was told to "..go in and get completely undressed" at which, rather like the previous poster, I noticed other people raise an eyebrow and pay attention.

Becaus of which I was always quite tense when waiting as I wouldnt know how discreet or otherwise the receptionist would be.

Very nice topic indeed 😃

For me it was:

- the nervous waiting in the hallway in front of the exam room

- seeing other boys entering and leaving the exam room while secretly knowing everyone will be exposed naked in there

- the cold floor under my bare feet in the exam room

- the closeness of the doctor while being weighted and measured in undies

- the presence of the big outside window in the exam room apparently exposing you to the world

- the general lay-out of the exam room, with a chair for your clothes, the doctors desk, the scale and exam table