For the annual exam, the nurse will take me into the exam room to do preliminaries. As she is walking out, she always tells me "You can leave your shorts on. everything else off".
And it gets me really excited. My doctor is a female, maybe Irish, about 60 I estimate, short gray graying from salt & peppery. The thrill of yielding control of my body to her for a spotlight exam, the trust of the professional to instigate touching various parts of my body vs just any woman. it's all too exciting, & it makes sure i schedule prompt subsequent exams, either for annuals or any kind of follow ups.
What I like about leaving my shorts on is there will come a point where i'm lying on the table, and she will say quietly & quickly "lift up" when she wants me to raise my bottom so she can lower by boxers or briefs - i've tried both for experimental effect on how it would turn me on.
One time, as she's feeling my testicles, she pauses, starts to feel again, more intensely & slowly, as if trying to determine what something is. I'm initially scared it may be testicular cancer & it kills my buzz of her feeling my balls. She senses this & tries to calm me by saying that it's not likely the case, but she's concerned about what she had felt because she wasn't sure what the abnormality may have been, if she indeed felt an abnormality to begin with.
as i'm nervous about the possibility, she recommends a follow up testicular exam in 3-4 weeks. I'm figuring it's to see if there are any changes, if something may be growing, or i couldn't imagine.
I'm kinda nervous, but i'm starting to look forward to my favorite part of the procedure, having my undies lowered & my balls gently felt, without all the other hassle part of a physical.
I have a dichotomystical build up of anxiety - my health concerns & then one of my favorite turn ons.
This time when the nurse takes me into the exam room, she doesn't do any preliminaries. She just repeats her usual schpiel to me "You can leave your shorts on" as she closes the door behind her. I didn't catch the "everything else off" part, & really couldn't remember if she said it or not. So i thought i'd remove my shirt, shoes & socks just in case, even though i'm really there for pretty much one focus area.
The doctor came in & started making small talk about something that happened to her in traffic that morning...or something. I couldn't focus on what she was saying. i was way too excited, eagerly anticipating what was about to happen.
As she was carrying on & on, I occasionally nodded & said "yeah" as if i were listening, relating, etc. In the midst of her long windedness, perhaps between phrases of a long statement, she muttered "lift up for me" as if they were just another 4 words in her rambling.
As I lifted up for her, i felt her soft tender hand glide along my buttock as her wrist powered the waistband of my shorts down past my buttocks & down to my mid thighs. When they came to a stop, i lowered my body back down to lie on the table. I don't know how many seconds elapsed or when it actually started, but before i knew it, i had one of my hardest fullest erections.
I don't think she was expecting this, & i had been often wondering if something like this would happen. She reacted in something like a a modestly deep "oh-oh", like nn-nnn" or "mmm" as if to pay a mild compliment as if honestly being casually impressed. i just kept staring straight up at the ceiling, wondering if she was continuing to look at it while she extensively prodded around my testicles & scrotum. She didn't touch it, but I remained erect the entire time, and i thought at one point i was gonna slip & let out a moan or a groan as i felt my scrotum & balls feeling sort of caressed.
When she finished & i sat up, I remember being in a feeling of both ecstasy & tension. I was tense, trying to hold back the way I was feeling because i worried about her getting mad at me i guess.
She asked me if I wanted to come back again in another 3 or 4 weeks.
I tried to make my next appointment in 3 weeks, but within a week after i made it for 3 weeks & 2 days, I apparently had to be rescheduled & it got pushed back to 4 weeks & 4 days. Almost 5 weeks !
i was getting so hard every day just thinking about it. I was pitching tents in my pants on & off during the days. i felt so sexually charged up. And i knew for sure i'd be rock hard again.
And during my next appointment after all the usual went on, i was. i had a secret bet with myself whether or not i'd be hard BEFORE my shorts even came off.
But i guess over time, thinking over & over about the same thing makes the intensity decrease a little. Turns out I wasn't hard, but this time, as she slid my shorts down with her hand gliding over my buttock, this time i could now also feel her forearm is it glided over the other buttock & the rest of my underside. This time she stopped sliding my shorts down when it was just past my knees. By that time, i was once again at full mast.
She began an in depth probing & kneading of my balls & scrotum. I'm figuring by now it's gotta be obvious what a turn on this is for me.
At some point she must have begun to think that maybe what she was feeling may have been some semen build up, & she want to experiment by masturbating me so that she can detect for any differences in how mys testicles feel before & after i ejaculate.
When she asked for permission, i just nodded & couldn't speak.
Little did I know that that nod would give way to a monthly ritual for years to come.
And that, my zity friends, is my fantasy physical.