I had a strange experience with a rectal exam shortly after I moved to this community. I didn't have a regular doctor yet, but was experiencing some sharp pains from my rectum...probably an enlarged prostate again. So I made an appointment with the only urologist in town.
He turned out to be a bald, elderly Filipino who breathed through his nose. After he got me to lower my pants and bend over his table, his gloved and jellied finger went in easily enough. I could hear him breathing through his nose as he probed, touched and explored my prostate (inflamed, sure enough), and then withdrew his finger.
The strange part was that he kept my cheeks spread with the fingers of his other hand long after his finger was withdrawn, and I could hear his stool creak as he leaned in. He was close enough at this point that I could feel the exhalations coming from his nose on my jellied anus and my sac, and he just stayed there for what seemed like a very long time.
From a female doctor, this would have been exquisite, but I had no desire to feel this old man's warm breath on my asshole. I wondered what he was doing.
Finally, he let my cheeks close, then spread them again as he brought some tissue to my ass to wipe the jelly away. More breathing through his nose. When he was done, he disposed of the tissues and his stripped-off gloves, and told me I could get dressed.
I don't imagine that he was enjoying the sight of my ass or balls...the guy had seen thousands of men in that state, in his time. He was probably checking the tissue at my anus, or something. But I got the prescription and got out of there, planning not to come back unless it was absolutely necessary.
The old guy retired a short time later, probably breathing out his nose over daquiris on a tropical deck somewhere. The new urologist was an arrogant prick, but he was also a "don't waste my time" in-and-out specialist.