I’ve always been examined standing up, at least since puberty. Before that, lying on my back, the doctor would press on my abdomen here and there, giving me a tingle of excitement as she came nearer, then would slip my underwear down herself.
But since puberty, I’ve always been examined standing up, and been asked to lower my underwear myself. The first time, now with a new doctor, it was excruciating because I presented with a full erection, which I had to reveal myself by lowering the fabric to show her my stiff penis. This was at age 14, when of course no other human being had ever yet seen me with a boner before. Oof, getting an erection even now, just writing about it here!
The next year, with a different (but also female) doctor, I kept it together a bit better, partly I guess because she had me hold a towel in front of myself. Disappointing in a way. I was proud of myself for not becoming fully erect, but she might’ve thought I was anyway. Not sure what it felt like to her when she touched me. And I probably would have had a full erection again if I didn’t have the towel!
The year after that, back to the first doctor, again naked. This time, no erection. But she scolded me because my scrotum was drawn up tight. (“I’d think you’d be more relaxed this time.”). I doubt she actually remembered me. Probably just saw from my chart that she’d seen me two years before.
But however the exam went, presenting with a throbbing erection, partial erection covered with a towel, or just sexually tense: every exam involved the doctor rolling and squeezing my testicles in her hand and then cupping them while I [turned my head and] coughed. And immediately after each exam I went into the closest bathroom and masturbated to orgasm. Which, to be honest, I feel inspired to do now. Oy, and I’m at work!!