When Fascination Turns To Masturbation

Entering puberty was both a physical and psychological transformation for me. It began with nocturnal emissions around age 13 and then onset of erections each morning and often during the day. It was so common and yet seemingly uncontrollable that it made showering at school terrifying. I suspect most of us were worried about having an erection then.

It was also part of each school year to get a physical. This was a requirement and my parents were strict about adhering to policy. I received an exam at school when trying out for a sport and also had my own doctor for exams and shots. I went to a pediatrician and then saw a doctor who was supposedly someone who just saw teenagers. I am not sure why the designation but at the time, I felt like I was growing up and no longer being surrounded by younger kids.

My pediatrician, well actually I had two, did differ in their approach. The first would take a RT if I needed a shot and generally did not make me undress all the way. The second one was hardly sensitive to my modesty. At 11 you really dread being exposed, which he seemed to care less about and would conduct his exam with me being naked and for sure take a RT.

The teen doc also made sure to see all of me. He too would rely on a RT partway through the exam with me lying on my belly as he went about taking my temp. It's then that the need to masturbate before or after my physicals began to form. I think it in many ways relieved the stress of having the exam and all that went along with it back then. By now I am like 14 and it set in motion a practice that remains enjoyable.

I suspect for many of us, it is the stuff of our medfet which only intensifies as our experiences grown. Curious how it has been for others?

Thanks.

Quite a bit of your description of events and feelings are very familiar to me.

I loved the mixed feelings, fears and confusion of having a stranger (nurse) put something into my bared bottom as a child. It was very strange to me that my mother would take me to a place where I would be taken to a room where my pants and underwear would be removed, and I would be turned over to lady I did not even know.

It (evolved) into a self satisfaction aid just as soon as biology allowed for it to happen. Prior to masturbating, it just felt good, and was also confusing as to why, which also added to the naughtiness and mystique.

My very first erections were thermometer caused, but sometimes it didn’t always produce that effect; those inconsistencies only spurred me on. Eventually, just the mere thought of a rectal thermometer inside of anyone would give me a raging boner.

It has definitely remained, and maybe even intensified by the passage of time, instead of fading like so many memories and feelings do.