I accept the fact that there may be some intertwined fantasy here, though reading Dr. Jay's account, I was able to identify some truths that certainly did happen (for me), for example the urine sampling, there was a screen to go and do that behind but I remember performing this 'live' and I am sure I wasn't the only boy that was happy to do it!
Firstly, we must remember that, given my age now, this was 1970's England. I encountered school medicals from age five through to eleven, that was before I was packed off to boarding school where, apart from one initial similar examination, I never encountered medicals again. Certainly, these examinations in schools perhaps no longer takes place anywhere, due to the very nature of intimacy coupled with the paedophilia hysteria that prevents (and perhaps rightly so) adults having exclusive supervision of children in physical inspections.
Therefore, my own experiences and similar ones that I have read from others are to be treasured, as they will never be repeated. It is why it may be difficult for some to imagine these happenings some three or four decades ago in comparison to how we live as a society today.
It's also interesting to compare with others, from memories, the personnel who performed examinations back then. I was always examined by a female nurse and because it was the same one each year, felt quite comfortable by the time I had reached, say, the age of ten. I liken the initial embarrassment of a stranger seeing one's private parts (as a boy anyway) to that of being seen nude by your Mum in the bath; fine when you are four but once you are ten and know a few things, most boys that age would cringe at the thought of their parents seeing then naked!
However, we are all different and I do recall that there were a few boys from my primary and junior school that were quite exhibitionist and even liked being fondled, from the post-examination discussions in the playground anyway. I am quite sure that I was one of these and these recollections of events can be erotic in thought even though the whole process to the examiner was entirely professional and I'm certain it would not be a task that I would like to have to do myself. On that note, I would also be interested to hear, if possible on this forum, experiences of women in comparing procedures and details of their school medicals. For example, as we had a lady doctor, were girls examined by ladies too, or by a man?
Those playground discussions revealed tales of bravado, like who got an erection and who didn't, also memories of cold hands and stethoscopes because of course the intimate inspection was but a small part of the whole process. I am prepared to use here one medical that does stand out because it provides me with quite a vivid recollection and may of course have some synonymy with others.
I was in the fourth year and so would likely have been aged nine. Being used to the same lady nurse I had lost any heart-thumping pre-examination nerves and was also used to the routine, stripping down to my underwear and having temperature taken first before blood pressure and having chest and back listened to through the stethoscope which wasn't always freezing as it was warmed up by use on boys before me. I took off my vest for this procedure and so would have just socks and my Y-fronts on.
The order of the examination was always the same. She would ask me to pull my knickers down and begin by turning me around to inspect my bottom. This was very quick, where my cheeks would be parted, also my anus for a short time. This would be the first time that I developed an erection as previously, even when being handled intimately, the trepidation and nerves prevented anything happening. But I remember it very quickly beginning to grow and of course, that did make my face redden, largely because it had never happened before and also you were not sure if you were going to be reprimanded for it!
It meant that where she would normally hold and examine my flaccid length, it then was half-mast and pointing quite rudely at her. And as she held it, of course it grew to a completely vertical state and was as hard as a school pencil to the touch. I can remember standing sheepishly and looking down and while I cannot recall her exact comments, she did put me completely at ease and I was told to relax and not feel embarrassed as this was completely normal. However it did cause some difficulties, particularly in providing a urine sample minutes later and I did actually go behind the screen whereas in previous exams I had simply emptied what was required into the bottle in her presence (I can't speak for anyone else but doing that natural task in front of a stranger never bothered me).
The erotic part of course for me was that, having a full erection, all kinds of wonderful sensations were flowing so that as I was touched, my shaft squeezed and my testicles fondled, my willy began to throb excitedly and I remember later feeling relieved the moment it was over because I could cover my predicament again and regain some pride! The problem was that my foreskin (and this apparently is quite common in younger boys) still housed my helmet completely when erect and so this made the task of examining my most intimate part more difficult. With a flaccid length, the nurse could just hold it and push the skin back but on that occasion it had to be eased very gently down my shaft until my helmet could be fully exposed. Any of us guys will know that having this area squeezed or rubbed and the frenulum underneath stroked causes pure palpitations of our penises and the electric feelings that flooded my tummy as this happened to me almost brought me a full orgasm. Of course I took a hasty retreat to the toilets a bit later to finish off the pleasure but I do know that if she had yanked my skin back and forwards just a few more times then I would certainly have climaxed.
Thinking back on that and other experiences now, I wonder just what that nurse had to put up with and also, how many of us actually did get stiffies in her presence; while I did then and on other occasions, was it just playground bravado? I suspect there is much veracity. After all, our penises tend to have minds of their own. As adults we can and are expected to have control over this part of our body. Boys may not have such control and of course would not really embrace etiquette.
And so that is my contribution. It's a fascinating subject, almost taboo in fact but does evoke memories perhaps in many of us. I would be interested in hearing other accounts certainly.