The best physical exam experience that I ever had? I’ve been thinking about this thread for a while now, and at different times I’ve thought about various exams that I’ve had in the past, trying to decide which one I would say is the absolute best. And I have to say that it’s a really difficult thing to decide. Since I’m in my 50’s I’ve had my fair share of physicals throughout the years, going all the way back to pediatric exams, sports physicals in high school, exams as a young adult, and now the periodic exams that I receive as an older male. There have been plenty of exams that were unremarkable in any way and were then, and are now, completely forgettable. And there were others that I can still remember for one reason or another, in some cases decades later. But being memorable doesn’t necessarily mean that the exam was also the best!
Then there were a few exams that I remember being very enjoyable to me. And when I say enjoyable, I mean arousing, since that’s what we’re all really talking about isn’t it? We don’t want to know about the most thorough, complete and clinical exam, or the one with the most beautiful or handsome doctor or nurse, or the one with the most painful injections, or the most embarrassing one, or the one where the nurse had to lance the boil on my ass -- although there’s nothing wrong with any of those things individually. No, we want the one that combines many of those things into one neat package that really pulls our medfet trigger. It’s the one that arouses us even now when we reminisce and think about that one special exam again.
With all that being said, here’s an exam that I think has the potential to be my best physical exam experience. I suppose it will do until something even better comes along. This was an exam I had done within the last year or so at a real medical facility (a doc-in-the-box urgent care kind of place). However, it was done using a made-up exam form that I use from time to time. Now, before I get started, I know that some of you will immediately chastise me for doing such a dreadful thing. I know, I shouldn’t waste the valuable time of a medical professional like that. I know, just because I was getting my kicks with this exam, someone, somewhere must have been deprived of their needed medical care. Yes, I know, solely due to my made-up exam form, the cost of medicine has doubled for everyone else in this country overnight. I know, it’s all due to me, and I truly apologize for it! But I still did it, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It was late in the afternoon at this doc-in-the box when they weren’t busy at all (in fact no patients at all) and probably would have been bored to death playing some game on their phone while they waited for their shift to end. And I paid cash so I didn’t waste their time having to submit this to my insurance, who would have likely refused to pay anyway. Feel free to judge me, even though I see nothing wrong with doing this.
On with the exam. My exam form is setup as more-or-less an adult sports physical and is for a real organization that actually does require such an exam. However, my form is much more detailed than the real one and includes parts of the exam that I personally enjoy or find especially embarrassing. I’ve used this enhanced form in the past with mixed results. Sometimes they will ignore everything on the form and just give me their standard, very superficial (and boring) sports exam. Other times they’ll follow the form to some degree, but they won’t do absolutely everything that it requests. But on this occasion, they followed my form and did almost everything that was on it. And to be perfectly clear, I’m not relying on my memory while I’m writing this. I realize that our memories can sometimes play tricks on us. I write down my own detailed notes immediately following any exam like this, and I’m referring to those notes right now so that I faithfully describe the exam steps in the order in which they really occurred.
I arrived, signed in, showed them my form and confirmed the cash price for the exam. The waiting room was completely empty as I had hoped. I was glad to see that I came at a time when they were not busy at all. Of course I had no idea which doctor or nurse was working at this office today. That randomness of not knowing who will examine you, or whether they are even male or female is sometimes part of the fun.
Almost immediately, a middle-aged female nurse dressed in dark blue scrubs took me back to an exam room. She asked a few questions about the form and then quickly got to work taking my BP, pulse and temp (in my ear). Looking at the form she mentioned that my weight was to be recorded either unclothed or in a gown. Since I was wearing a sweater and jeans she thought it was better to follow what the form wanted instead of subtracting a few pounds from my fully-clothed weight. She asked if I wouldn’t mind undressing and putting on a gown, to which I replied that I could do whatever she needed me to do and that it was completely up to her. As she handed me a paper gown she told me to get undressed. I looked around the room and didn’t notice a scale, so I was beginning to realize that I’d be making a trip out into the hallway wearing just this flimsy paper gown. Sure enough, she told me to tie the gown in the back and to come out into the hallway once I was undressed.
After she left I quickly stripped off everything except for my underwear and socks and pulled on the paper gown. For underwear, I was wearing a white Bike Swimmer/Jogger jockstrap under my jeans which looks exactly like this:
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I attempted to tie the gown in the back but really didn’t do a good job of it so I decided to just hold the back of the gown together with my hand. I opened the door to the hallway and walked toward the nurse who was standing down the hall in front of the scale. I mounted the scale, still trying to hold the back of the gown together. After she recorded my weight, she had me turn around to get my height. For that she had me stand with my arms at my sides, which left the gown ungathered and open in the back. Of course my back was against the wall so no harm there. After recording my weight and height I made the short walk back to the exam room, my left hand holding the back of my gown to help preserve some of my dignity once again.
Once I was back inside the exam room, she told me that I could get dressed “if I wanted to” and that the NP would be in shortly to do my exam. I suppose she didn’t bother to review the remainder of the exam form and thought I only needed to be undressed for the weight. Since she stated that getting dressed was optional by saying “if I wanted to”, I decided to just stay the way I was in the gown. In fact while sitting on the exam table I slipped my arms from the gown and repositioned it over my lap, using it more like a paper drape than a gown. But then after just a few minutes of waiting, the door opened again and the nurse popped her head in with brand new instructions. She said that the NP wanted me to stay in the gown because she had to do my “male stuff”. As it turns out I had made the right decision after all. I thought to myself that this exam was going great so far and it seemed like it might get even better.
There was one other thing that I did to prepare for this exam. Before leaving home, for the first time ever, I took a Viagra. I wasn’t trying to get fully hard, but if I did end up receiving any kind of genital exam, I wanted my penis to look more substantial than its normal flaccid state. And at this early point in my exam, it was already working and too much so. The anticipation of what might happen next, along with the tightness of my jockstrap meant that I was already on my way to a full-fledged erection. It was starting to point up in the front of my jock and I was afraid that it was way more than I had bargained for. So I stood up and adjusted myself, pointing my ever-hardening cock straight down in my pouch before it reached the point of no return. My hope was that positioning it that way might slow things down.
Just as I sat back down and positioned the paper gown back as a drape, the door opened and this time a fairly-young female NP dressed in light blue scrubs entered. She introduced herself, asked more about why I needed the physical and generally made small talk for a minute or so. I was immediately struck with the fact that she seemed to have a really friendly and outgoing personality. She was one of those people that could strike up a conversation with any total stranger and act as if they’ve been friends forever.
She started with a thorough and fairly typical exam of HEENT. Next she used her stethoscope to listen to each side of my neck for a few seconds before moving it to various locations on my chest and back while having me breathe deeply. She checked my thyroid by placing her fingers firmly on each side of my throat and asking me to swallow. While she was performing these routine parts of the exam I felt myself calming down. Although I couldn’t see it under the paper gown that was draped across my lap, I felt that my penis was beginning to deflate just a bit, which was good. Crisis averted. During this part of the exam, she also performed a few basic neurological tests such as shining her light into my eyes to check my pupils, having me follow her finger with just my eyes and some resistance tests where I pushed or pulled against her. She asked if I had any issues with my neck, shoulders, back or any of my joints, but she didn’t really do an orthopedic exam.
She then adjusted the back of the exam table so it was perfectly flat. Prior to this it had been raised a little bit. Once I was flat on my back, she began the abdominal exam, listening to my lower abdomen with her stethoscope, doing percussion, palpation -- all of that. She pushed deeply into my lower abdomen to check my liver and spleen. At one point she had me raise both of my knees, placing my feet flat on the exam table. The gown that was draped across me moved out of position when I did that, and I became partially uncovered, which I didn’t mind one bit.
Still laying flat on the exam table, it was now time to check several pulses that were listed on the form. First came my femoral pulses, which are one of my favorites. She pulled down the paper gown, and in the process exposed almost all of the front of my jockstrap, including the clingy elastic pouch that was holding my super-sized cock. She pushed into the right side of my groin for a few seconds to check the pulse. Then she repeated the same thing on the left side of my groin. She had to pull the waistband of my jock down a bit on each side to access just the right spot. Next came the popliteal pulses which are under my knee. She tried to check them with my feet out straight but she couldn’t find them in either leg. So she had me raise my right knee off the table while she felt for the pulse. She was finally able to find it that way, and then she had me raise my left knee so she could check that pulse. All during this part of the exam, the paper gown was bunched up below the front of my jockstrap, but not low enough to really cover much of me below that, or to get in the way of me raising my knees. Basically it was useless and wasn’t covering anything important. It was actually an exciting moment, knowing that not only was nearly the entire front of my jockstrap exposed to her, but with one knee raised at a time, she likely had a very good unobstructed view of my puckered pink hole. And at that moment, my excitement was causing my blood to once again inflate my penis.
She briefly stepped away to take another look at my exam form. She now announced that a testicular exam was required and that she would do that now with me lying down but also again later when I was standing up. As she pulled on some exam gloves, I was asked to pull down my underwear, which I did by pulling my jockstrap down to my knees. She moved the paper gown all the way down to my knees and began to thoroughly examine my testicles, lifting and palpating each one. She told me to relax and asked me if there was any pain, which there wasn’t. She didn’t examine my penis, but I did feel her lifting it out of the way so she could check my testicles. I wasn’t erect, but it certainly felt much longer and more substantial than usual.
Next she told me that a quick rectal exam was necessary and that I could just roll over on my left side with my left leg straight out and my right leg pulled up to my chest. I asked if she wouldn’t mind a different position since that was the least comfortable one for me. She asked if I preferred to stand and bend over the table. I said that would be fine, or since I was already on the table I could just roll onto my hands and knees. She agreed without any hesitation at all, so I began to roll over and position myself on my knees. As I did, I reached down and completely removed my jockstrap, throwing it onto the chair on top of my other clothes. What was left of the paper gown was crumpled up and placed at the head of the exam table and out of the way. As I was getting into position I saw that she retrieved a tube of lubricant from a drawer and was applying it to her finger. Once I was on my knees, I lowered my upper body down to the table, resting on my forearms with my head almost on the table. As I heard her approach me from behind, I spread my knees apart just a bit more to prepare myself to be penetrated by her.
I asked her if this position was OK, to which she answered “perfect”. She warned me that the lubricant would feel cold, and then I immediately felt her well-lubed finger slip deep into my rectum. She was right, it was colder than usual for some reason. She twisted her finger around all sides of my rectum before briefly pressing on my prostate. In all, she was probably in me maybe 15 seconds or so. But those 15 seconds were very enjoyable, especially knowing that I was in one of the most embarrassing positions possible and that pretty much every private part of my body was now on display to her.
As I begin to roll over she said that I needed to stand up now. Still completely nude, I climbed off of the exam table and stood directly in front of it as I watched her pull on another fresh pair of gloves. I briefly looked down and saw that my cock was very firm and very long. When it looks like that I usually refer to it as a cock instead of a penis and this was definitely a cock! I remember thinking that this was probably the longest and largest that it’s ever been for any physical exam in my entire life! Meanwhile, she retrieved the little rolling stool and positioned it directly in front of me. As she sat down, I planted my legs further apart, preparing myself for my second genital exam. I looked down once again and saw that I was still impressively large, but not obviously hard or erect. My cock was still hanging straight down over my testicles instead of sticking out straight from my body. I thought to myself that I presented myself to her in exactly the state of arousal that I had hoped I might be in. As I looked down, she inserted her fingers into the right side of my groin and ordered me to turn my head and cough. The pressure as she pushed her fingers into me was firm and steady but certainly not the worst I have ever felt. She now repositioned her fingers on my left side and repeated the exam. Once she finished with my hernia exam, she briefly lifted my cock and examined it, gently palpating the length of it with her fingers and then looking under the head, squeezing the tip and looking in the hole. She did not examine my testicles a second time. During this part of the exam, I remember thinking that this had to be one of the best exam positions for any male patient. Here I was, standing completely nude with my legs slightly parted, in front of this female that was sitting on a stool and was eye-level with my genitals. And as she examined me, I was able to look down at her and watch as she reached up to handle my cock. It really doesn’t get much better than that.
She then told me that I’m done, stood up, began to remove her gloves and reviewed the exam form once again. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Not knowing whether she was done with the entire exam or if there was more to come, I walked to the chair where I piled my clothes and pick up my jockstrap. I asked her if I should put “this” back on as I held it up for her to see. She briefly looked up from the form and simply said yes, so I stepped into the jock and pulled it up to my waist. I decided to keep my cock pointed downward in the jock, since that would give me the best chance of preventing a full-blown erection. But as I pulled the elastic pouch up to envelop my cock and balls, it was quite obvious that I was still really long and really plump! The head of my cock stretched the bottom of the pouch in a way that made it seem obvious that I was at least partially aroused.
I remained standing but I leaned against the exam table, still wearing just my jockstrap. I didn’t bother trying to cover up with the gown since she had already seen everything. I waited for what seemed like an eternity while she updated the form, checking off all of the various body parts that she had examined. She then informed me that the form required some measurements as well as some exercise to check my heart rate and respiration. She indicated that she had to step out for just a minute to get a device (a pulse oximeter) and also a tape measure. As she opened the door and was about to go into the hallway, she said that I could put my jeans back on “if I like”. Without any hesitation, I replied that I was OK like this for now. After all, she did say I could “if I like”, so it was only a suggestion on her part, not a direct order. But I wasn’t sure if she heard my reply, so I was a little worried that she might have expected me to be dressed when she returned.
She returned in probably a minute and motioned for me to step away from the table so she could get some measurements. She made no mention at all of the fact that I was still wearing just my jockstrap. I moved directly in front of her and she used the tape measure to record my chest measurement. After that, it was time for her to do the same thing around my waist. Her body moved close to me in order to thread the tape measure around my back to measure my waist. As she did, and as she held the two ends of the tape just above the pouch of my jock, I felt my cock stirring once again. I was already very long and thick, that hadn’t gone down at all since the rectal and hernia exams. But now I suddenly felt myself getting harder once again, just as I did initially after I was weighed. I hoped that my jockstrap would be able to keep my cock pushed down and prevent it from becoming more noticeable than I felt it already was.
While I was still standing in front of her, she took the opportunity to do a couple of tests that she said were missed earlier. She had me walk back and forth in the exam room so she could observe my gait. She also had me stand on one leg at a time to observe my balance. I was then ordered to bend over and touch my toes while she ran her fingers down my spine. That was quite interesting, since I was bending over with a completely bare ass. As I was bent over in front of her, I wondered what I looked like from behind, and whether or not she was enjoying the view.
Now it was time for a little exercise. She told me that the form wanted her to record my pulse and respiration rates after two minutes of exercise. She placed the pulse oximeter on my left index finger, repositioned me in the middle of the room and ordered me to begin running in place. As she started the stopwatch app on her phone, I began to run in place. After just a few seconds a very strange thing occurred. Instead of standing at the counter in front of me for the full time, she decided to walk over to my right side and took a position almost exactly behind me. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that she deliberately wanted to see what I looked like while I was running from behind. Maybe she had never seen a grown man running in just a jockstrap before -- I don’t know. There didn’t seem to be any good reason for her to move to that position other than to enjoy the view. But the thought of someone watching me as I ran, especially exposed in just a jockstrap, along with the squishy feeling from the leftover lube in my ass only added to my already aroused state. As I continued to run in place I felt myself getting even harder. I could actually feel the head of my cock straining against the bottom of my pouch. It certainly wasn’t uncomfortable. To the contrary, it only added to the stimulation I was already feeling. I then heard the alarm of her stopwatch app go off, signaling that I could stop running. She immediately moved back in front of me and recorded the readings from the oximeter. She then pressed her stethoscope against my chest and listened to my heart for a few seconds. Then she told me to lie down on the exam table once again. Once I was in position, she used her stethoscope to again briefly listen to my heart and lungs.
After telling me that I could sit back up, she reviewed the exam form one final time to make sure that she didn’t miss anything. She then informed that I was all done and that I could get dressed. As she opened the door and was preparing to leave, she said that my signed exam form would be waiting for me at the front desk as I checked out. As I got dressed, I was still long and hard and I tried to reposition my cock one more time before pulling up my jeans. As I opened the door and walked out in the hallway, I saw that the NP and her nurse were both sitting at a workstation that was centrally located between the various exam rooms. They were still obviously not busy at all and it appeared that their only patient (me) was about to leave. As I walked toward the front desk, the NP waved and said “see you next year”. I thought to myself “if I can expect an exam like that again you sure will”.
When I got home I immediately stripped back down to just my jockstrap to relive parts of the exam and to release the sexual tension that had built up. I ended up jacking myself off through the jock, as well as without it. Inserting a finger or two into my rectum, which was still slippery from the lubricant she used, was enough to push me over the top.
While I was writing down my personal notes for this exam, I had the distinct feeling that the NP might have actually enjoyed doing this exam. Maybe it was just my imagination, but everything she did and said gave me the feeling that this was the case. She could have skipped a lot of the things on the exam form, as other doctors and nurses have done. She could have insisted that I put on a gown and made sure that I was adequately covered with a drape at all times instead of leaving me exposed through a lot of the exam. She could have insisted that the rectal exam be done her way, or even skipped entirely. She could have ordered me to get fully dressed again before starting the exercise part of the exam. And she also could have insisted on a chaperone during most of the exam, which she never mentioned at all. No, everything pointed to the fact that this NP was either very conscientious in faithfully following the exam form, or deep down she enjoyed her control over me, and actually got a kick out of it. I know many of you on this site will suggest that it is impossible for her to enjoy it, and that medical professionals would never let their personal feelings get in the way of their duties. And I would generally agree with that. Maybe it was just the fact that she wasn’t busy (perhaps even bored) and saw my exam as an easy way to kill a half hour or so. I guess I’ll never really know the truth. All I do know is that I thoroughly enjoyed it and am looking forward to going back to see her again.