This is a little long, but: Only 3 times in 40+ years, two were sorta memorable; all three times I started in tight whites standing up, pulled them down to my knees when told to drop them, no others but the dr. present.
First time in my 20's a hurried MD rushing through an insurance exam told me to spread while he was fumbling in a drawer for gloves. I did, he did it, over in seconds.
Years later had a long-overdue annual at a Kaiser in LA, the dr or med student looked like he was about 24 and vgl, surfer tan and hair. The woman next to me in the waiting room caught a glimpse of him just as I was called, she offered to trade me for her dr because suddenly she thought she'd like to be seen by mine. Not sure if he was a dr. or a trainee but was unattended so he may have had a full Md, probably just by minutes.
REALLY bashful, nervously fumbled through the first part with his voice catching, then very timidly said,"I'd like to do a hernia and a prostate check", and turned a little pink. God, I felt old. He apologized that it probably wasn't any fun but was a necessity; asked me to Turn & Cough several times and he tried repeatedly to find the inguinal ring(?), not sure he ever hit the mark. Asked me to turn around, took some time getting gloves on, rolled up behind me to inspect and asked me to put elbows on table. He applied lube several times, there was a lag, finally the finger moving uncertainly around inside for a bit, withdrew and said "We're done!" with real relief. I mighta been his first. I said, "Aren't you gonna clean up after yourself? What would your mother say?" and he had a wide, embarrassed grin and blushed, handed me tissue without looking at me, quickly typed a note and left. It felt good to have the upper hand for a minute.
Not long after (mid-2000), the 3rd 'spreadem' that sticks in my mind was significant; storefront clinic opened in the Coachella Valley, HGH and hormone replacement, popular in the late '90s. I had extra money at the time and was interested in HGH, signed up to get into "the buying process" as they put it (side note, the HGH I finally did get was only administered 1 or 2x week instead of daily, and came from France or Spain, source of much counterfeit growth hormone & other shtuff - never felt anything from it, don't know if I ever got the real thing.)
The doctor was in his 60's, was doing this sideline to supplement his retirement - big guy with bushy white hair & moustache, looked like a Southern colonel. Started the exam, his hands were shaking from what he referred to as a nerve disorder. Held the stethoscope to my chest and put his other hand on top of it to steady its jitters. I was a little concerned but since I was there just to get the drug & no intention of using him as a primary, no big deal.
He checked me for hernias, hands very unsteady; told me to turn around and rest my chest on the table. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he was having trouble getting exam gloves on, the right hand almost danced while he was trying to corral it into the glove. Finally got ready, said "Help me out, here" so I reached back and spread my cheeks, he basically FELL into my butt - sausage finger with not much lube and what felt like much of his weight behind it; I sagged a little and tried to straighten up, realized I was dribbling on his rug, he was leaning on my prostate so heavily. He pulled his finger out abruptly, OUCH going twice. I was shaking more than he was then, announced "We're done, you're accepted" and I got dressed and left.
Prostate and rosebud were plenty sore for a couple days, but something about it started an interest in MedFet - Can't quite explain why: clothed vs. naked? Rough handling, totally impersonal exam by a complete stranger, powerless and embarrassed? Whatever, but while I'm turning that over ran across this site, and thought I'd add my two cents, see what comments or insights get shared.
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