Your best auscultation memory

Do you have a great stethoscope-story to tell? A real examination or a play exam you often think about? It could be you that exam another, or you being on the patient side of the stethoscope. I love to read about things like that.

My best auscultation memory is an early one, i was around 10, and it was a home visit by the then recently qualified son of the family GP, consequently known as “young dr xxx” it was the most thorough stething i've ever had

My best memory was a post-pregnancy exam I was told about from a friend. The male Dr was very methodical in checking her heart and did so with the gown at her waist and her breasts fully exposed. The nipples were very big due to breastfeeding. The whole scene sounded very erotic Indeed.

To be honest, as much as I love every detail of physicals I've had, most of my auscultations have been more or less the same each time. But there is one thing that stands out in my memory involving auscultations: my school did pretty detailed physical exams. We had what is now known as a “school based health clinic” that was run by a large medical school. But, in addition to big sports physicals for kids in sports, they also did a more basic fitness-oriented medical check up once a year starting in 6th grade which you would have instead of regular gym. This included fitness and coordination tests but also the basics like heart, lungs, BP, temp. We shared some gym facilities with the high school, so while we were having gym, there would also be one high school class having gym, though we had separate locker rooms until 7th grade.

So, when I was in 6th grade, we were changing for gym and we were told that today would be our mandatory health/fitness check up and, after changing and roll-call, our gym teacher led us up to the main gym which had dividers set up for the different stations. Over in one corner, I saw the older boys from the high school gym class taking off their gym clothes. One of the staff there to do the check ups told us all to remove everything but our underpants. Most of us had on briefs. A couple of boys had jock straps. But ALL of the high school boys got down to just a jock strap.

Anyway, the auscultation part: As I was standing waiting my turn for the station where we were being auscultated, a high school boy ahead of me was told to stand and he was facing toward us. His chest and back were auscultated, he raised each arm for the stethoscope to be put on his sides, and then, the really memorable thing, he was told to lower the waistband of his jock strap for what I know now was the femoral pulse, so he was standing straight, facing us, with top of his pubic hair exposed as the steth was placed on both sides of his groin.

My best stethings have been in play exams. In 2006, I connected with a young woman named Amy through one of the many Yahoo heart/stethoscope groups that preceded Heartbeat Pleasure. We found that we lived about 75 miles apart, and we worked out a meeting on a Saturday morning at an office that I had access to that was closed on Saturdays. She was 22 at the time, super petite, about 4' 10" and 95 pounds with little 32A breasts. I learned that she had not been stethed bare chested since she was a child before her breasts developed, and that I would be the first man to see her topless. She is the only woman I have seen with a visible pulsation on her chest--over the arch of her aorta, at the base of her sternum, and under her breast at the PMI. Didn't have to guess where to place my stethoscope! I think she was a little nervous, too, which probably enhanced it. I was using a good cardiology steth, so her little heart would have been loud anyway, but hers was thundering! She had a very small ribcage, so her heart was very close to the chest wall, easy to feel and hear. When she took off her shirt and bra, I could see that firm little left breast move ever-so-slightly with each beat. I teased her about her “beating breast.” She'd never had a breast exam, so I got to do her first one. Palpated and stethed her abdomen. She had never used a steth before, and I took off my shirt for her to steth me. She was very thorough as I was with her.

Thanks for all answers, many great stories to read here. I liked them all. Unfortunately, I dont have some of them myself. I would love to got someone to use my stethoscopes on, other than myself. But at the time, i have not.

I must say I have been rather fortunate in my sex life

About forty years ago, I had a long standing relation with a smart and attractive girl who was very much into medfet.

She was very sweet and gentle, but also a bit bossy. She had set the rules for our sex sessions and I had accepted them. I was very much in love with her and I admit I liked it.

Every time we were to have sex, I was to be completly naked in front of her, who allways kept her clothes on. Then she gave me a complete physical, with special attention to my penis, with my foreskin being retracted, and testicles. This exam allways ended with her taking my rectal temperature on her lap. Auscultation was a big part of the exam.

She had stolen a stethoscope from her sister who was a MD. I was then (still am) very afraid of doctors and hypocrondriatic, so I was not so enrhousiastic about the Idea the first time she produced her stethoscope. But she assured me she knew nothing about cardiology and would not be able to tell if I were diing.

From the first time, I enjoyed those stething session. As one of her hands was gently moving the disk of the stethoscope on my chest, her other hand played with my erect niipples and it felt so good. Often she would let me use the stethoscope and listen to my heart, a facinating expérience as no doctor had ever offered it to me. On several occasions, she opened her blouse and let me listen to her own heart, offering me an exciting view on her small breasts nicely cupped in a lingerie bra.

Recently, I had a girlfriend who shared my rectal temperature fetish and a few months before she dumped me, she bought a stethoscope and I could revive, unfortunately for a short time, those sensations of my youth.

I have many memorable memory's of being auscultation which have been mostly in play because the dr has been able to press my right buttons that a real doctor would not.

But if pushed I would say that my must memorable memory was when the dr told me to undress to my knickers as he usually did and it was the first time I had to remove my bra for an examination and it indicated that I was on the path to becoming an adult.

Probably my most memorable was when I was in hospital when I was about 13, I was due to have surgery for a hernia. The evening before the surgery, I was in my bed on the ward, my mother and sister were there visiting me, when two doctors appeared one male one female, all they wanted to do was listen to my chest, so I had to remove my pyjama top and laid back as both doctors listened to my chest (both at the same time) I took deep breaths as they moved their stethoscopes over my chest, the female then tapped on the back of her hand across and down my chest. This one sticks in my mind, as it was the only time I had two doctors listening at the same time.

Mine is probably the simplest, when I heard my own heart for the first time.

Mine would be when the doctor lifted my left breast up in order to auscultate.

The indisputable best memory I have is the first time I pleasured my girlfriend while ear-stething her. I can still remember the way her heart was pounding as she got closer and closer to climaxing. Absolute heaven.

I think my best auscultation memory was, when I checked my first girlfriend for the very first time.

It was the first time I had used my own Littmann Classic II SE on someone else. Also the first time that I checked a grown up woman.

I listened to her bare chest and my hand was shaking, my pulse was going crazy.

Truly something I will remember forever.

she never liked auscultation but when she would allow me to listen to her, it was the most sexual and beautiful thing ever.

There are two I'd have trouble choosing between. I've talked about one of them before, and lately I've been thinking a lot about the second one, so here it is.

I had to go to hospital for an operation when I was 9. The first good memory was the pre-hospital check-up. The second is the day I went in for the operation itself. There was an anaesthetist who I remembered from a previous visit when I was 7 to have my tonsils out (strange, I don't have any auscultation memories from that visit though I'm sure it must have happened.) This anaesthetist was from India, and spoke English perfectly with an accent and voice that I can still remember to this day. He was the one doing the rounds that morning looking at patients before their operations and I actually felt really reassured that he would be there again because the first time I was really nervous about not waking up from it, but I had and he'd been the one who'd done it to me.

Anyway, I think he might have recognised me, even though he looked at the chart for my name and said ‘Hello Alex, is it possible that we have met? Yes? You have been in hospital before?’ and I just nodded and was about to explain and then he smiled and said ‘Very good! May I listen to your chest?’ So good little patient that I was, I pulled up my shirt for him. I was lying down on my bed but sort of halfway to sitting up because they gave me lots of pillows, as if perhaps preparing me for being examined like this.

Now, here's the thing: I actually wasn't really expecting to have the doctor use a stethoscope on me because I didn't remember it happening last time like I said, but I remember feeling two things: how cool it was that this doctor I remembered was doing this to me, and how embarrassing it felt, because my dad was there and I wished it was my mum, who'd already seen me get a boner at having a stethoscope on my chest a few weeks before that at the pre-op check. But it didn't matter, because I soon realised my dad wasn't really looking at me being examined, he was reading a newspaper, and I just thought ‘Cool, keep doing that and don’t look!' I like to think maybe he knew I didn't mind going to the doctor and didn't need him watching everything, and the best way of not embarrassing his kid was to be there but not really be there all at once.

The anaesthetist started by listening to my heart, and I managed not to complain about how cold the stethoscope was (they really were back then in the 90's!) and then my breathing on the right, then back to the left, didn't ask me to take deep breaths but just let me lie there breathing normally. Then when I thought he was probably finished because it was quite a thorough listen, he said ‘Okay, all sounds good, would you sit up for me please?’ and he held my shirt up with one hand and then listened to my back as well. All the while I was sitting there with a tent in my pants under the blanket and hoping it didn't show. I actually don't think it did. Then the doctor said ‘Okay Alex would you breathe deeply for me?’ and that's when I felt really excited. He only listened to 5 or 6 deep breaths, but wow it felt good!

The other reason I like this memory is because the operation I was in for was basically to get snipped, because I had that condition where the foreskin didn't retract and my GP had said it was bad enough that I wouldn't grow out of it. I can still remember how much getting that boner HURT when the anaesthetist listened to my chest. I'd always found that when I really got excited down there it could hurt, but never realised it wasn't normal until it got noticed that I needed surgery for it, I think that was after I got an infection. Getting snipped was worth it to get that memory of being a quirky, easily aroused kid who basically discovered his medical fetish at an early age but didn't understand it. I didn't really care to, a doctor listening to me when I was actually healthy was even cooler than the times I'd gone to the doctor with a cough before. Dad didn't even look at me holding my shirt up let alone see me shifting the blankets to hide what was happening underneath them, so all was good.

Thank God I didn't need listening to after the operation, that would have KILLED. I definitely didn't enjoy recovering from the rest, but I was a very happy patient before it all! Sadly, that was the last time I remember having a stethoscope used on me until I was in my mid twenties at a medical for work related reasons, and that next time all those years later really disappointed me. I think I'm that attached to this memory as it's really my last good one. No wonder I feel like a big kid every time I look at a stethoscope and get warm fuzzy feelings nowadays!