I have a huge love/ hate relationship with genital exams. I hate actually having them done on me, but absolutely love every other moment of them.
The best part about them for me, is the beforehand. The anticipation is absolutely the best! I have a whole cocktail of thoughts and feelings going on in my head. Anxiety, dread, embarrassment, excitement, arousal, fear, nervous energy, curiosity, vanity, … you name it and I'm probably feeling it. Just thinking about getting an exam stirs up all these emotions and more. Calling to schedule my physical takes it up a notch or two and takes immense courage on my behalf. Then every moment that passes and brings me closer to my appointment elevates it all further. I am a complete mess the day or two prior to my scheduled exam. It is pretty much all I think about as I drive to the doctor's office.
Nervous anxiety, dread, apprehension, and embarrassment over what is about to happen is what consumes me immediately prior to the big reveal. When the doctor actually gives me the instructions to stand up for a hernia/ genital exam, my stomach is in knots and my head is spinning. It's almost an out of body experience. At the time, it is not a good experience. It feels mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. I feel so on display and judged as I reluctantly lower my pants and underwear for the doctor's awaiting eyes. Everything about these moments is awkward. I feel very vulnerable and exposed as I stand with my penis and scrotum on full display, the center of attention. It's very intimidating with the doctor sitting inches in front of me putting on the gloves and visually inspecting and comparing my genitals. The entire time that I stand there on display being examined and touched is embarrassing for me. Always has been, probably always will be. Call me a wimp, a baby, whatever. It's just the way I'm wired apparently.
Once the doctor finishes my genital exam and stands up, I'm still embarrassed because I haven't been told to pull up yet, so my pants are still bunched up around my thighs and he/ she is still staring at my genitals. But there is a brief moment of relief that I survived and it's over. The sad, scary, exciting part is when you hear them say, “I do need to check your prostate…” and the whole internal process starts all over again as I shuffle over to the table and bend over!
After the exam and I leave the doctor's office, that's when the arousal and excitement really begin to escalate. I absolutely love to replay the whole experience in my mind. I try to recall all the details and feelings and relive the experience over and over again. The genital exam is the basis for many of my masturbation sessions.