Have y'all ever had good experiences with an older play doc? I'm 27, and a few months ago met up with a play doc in his 60s. The age play definitely added an interesting element to the examination. Below is my story of the experience. Let me know what you think.
I jumped in the car and started the drive to my new doctor. I'm 27 years old, slim build at 6'1" and 170lbs. From our conversations prior, I knew that he was older, and that the exam would be thorough. He had already explained to me that I would receive a complete exam, with a focus on a detailed cardiac assessment and, you guessed it, my genitals. As I drove, the miles couldn't pass fast enough. I was both excited and nervous. The whole time I was wondering what the exam would be like. Would it just be a quick 'cough cough' or was I about to be subjected to a drawn out inspection of my most private parts? Knowing he was older, I was figuring that he would be old school and take his time. I pictured this, me standing there with some old guy playing around with my dick and balls until he was bored of them. I get erections pretty easily, and anytime I have an exam that takes more than 20 seconds I'm throbbing. I knew this would probably be the case too, which wasn't making me feel any better.
When I arrived, I met a pleasant 60 something yo male who led me into the exam room. He made a lot of small talk. We talked about everything from the view outside the office, to his college friends, to his upcoming reunion. This just drew out the inevitable. I knew within minutes my dick would be in his hands.
Once he finally started the exam, he began with taking my vital signs. A basic inspection of my eyes, ears, nose, throat, neck followed. I was asked to remove my shirt for auscultation. He was very very detailed. He auscultated all over my chest. He listened with me leaning forward, holding my breath, etc. It was probably a solid 5 minutes dedicated to my cardiac assessment. "all right, let's get you to lie down now," he said. As I started to move he had another thought, "Actually, since we will be doing a genital and hernia exam today, why dont you go ahead and take off your jeans." There is that first warning shot. I stood up and removed my jeans, leaving me in just my gray cotton boxers.
I lay on the exam table as he requested. He turned on a spotlight above the bed that really gave him excellent light to continue his inspection. He continued with the cardiac exam. More auscultation all over my chest, with me on my back, on my side, breathing, holding my breath, etc. He took a couple seconds to examine my nipples, and then proceeded to my abdominal examination. After listening for bowel sounds, me methodically palpated throughout my abdomen, pushing fairly deep. This whole time, the small talk continued. He was talking about all kinds of random things. I would soon discover that this small talk was about to end as his entire focus was going to be placed on examining my intimate areas.
As the abdominal exam continued and went lower and lower, my penis became erect. It was pretty obvious through my boxers that my dick was hard and pointing straight towards my belly button. At this time, he announced he needed to check my femoral pulses. He grabbed the left waistband of my boxers, and lowered to to reveal my femoral area. In doing so, he didnt lift the waistband over my boner, but rather underneath it. This essentially scooped up my erection and caused it to point straight towards the ceiling. I looked down to see him palpating and listening to my femoral artery, with my penis held straight up by the fabric. He spent several minutes examining both sides, then returned his stethoscope around his neck.
"Do you routinely get erections in doctors exams?", he asked as we both looked toward the obvious bulge in my underwear. "I have several times before, yes. I'm sorry doctor, it is embarrassing," I said, knowing that my embarrassment wasnt going to stop him. "Alright well let's have a look. Lift your hips for me," he said as he grabbed both sides of my underwear and lowered them to my knees. In the process, as before the waistband caught under my dick, causing it to be pulled down and then *slap* as it recoiled against my lower abdomen. "Oh thats nice," the doctor reflexively said under his breath as my boner flopped around. My penis is 6.5" long with average thickness. I am circumcised and have a deep purple color to the glans penis. Erect it has a slight upward curvature and gives a pretty good amount of resistance, and pain, with being pointed towards my feet. I keep my pubes trimmed closely and routinely shave my scrotum.
And there I was, the moment I had been picturing all day. Lying on the table, under the spotlight, boxers pointlessly pushed down to my knees, with this older man standing back and starting his inspection of my genitals, without gloves I might add. He took several seconds to visually survey the area before he rushed in to examine. He picked my right nut to start with. Grabbing it between his fingers, he rolled it through all sides. He then began exploring the other structures in my right scrotal sac, the epididymis and the vas deferans. Next was carefully repeated on the left side. All the while my penis has remained completely hard, knowing it's going to be next.
And sure enough, letting go of my scrotum, he doctor grabbed hold of my penis. Pointing it up toward the ceiling, he opened the urethral meatus which of course by now reveal some preejaculate. "Wow you are very excited," he remarked. The conversation about his college days had completely subsided. I was speechless and he was focused. He asked details several times about experiences with other doctors and my getting erections with exams. He continued his assessment by inspecting the glans on all sides, followed by the shaft. He bent my penis up, down, left, right; making sure to see every side of it. The shaft was palpated from base to tip. Grabbing the mid shaft, he moved my skin up and down to check the travel. The questioning of course began focused on my sex life and masturbation. Almost subconsciously as a result of our discussion, he wrapped his whole hand and my penis and gave me a couple strokes.
Letting go, he stepped back and again took in the big picture view. By now, by dick was throbbing with every heart beat. I felt his fingers again find my femoral artery. Amused with this, he pointed out that, "I could take your heart rate by watching your penis bounce." How embarrassing is this?! I'm laying here under a spotlight, with this guy entertaining himself my feeling my pulse and watching my dick throb?!
"Okay let's get you to stand up," he said as he transitioned to the stool and indicated for me to come in front of him. I waddled over there with my boxers still uselessly around my knees and my dick swinging back and forth. "I'm going to check you for a hernia," he said as his index finger found its way deep into my right inguinal canal. "Turn your head and cough for me," came the classic phrase, and then followed by the left side. Following was a repeat exam of my scrotum and penis. My penis has several degrees of upward tilt when erect, just the perfect amount to be standing up pointing him square in the face as we continued. Repeat palpation of my testicles and intrascrotal structures followed until he was finally satisfied my balls were normal. Shifting focus back to the penis, he methodically repeated palpation from base to tip. After again examining all sides as well as the urethral meatus...you guessed it...he again wrapped his entire hand around the shaft of my penis and with a moderate amount of pressure gave it strokes.
After getting his feel of my penis, "Okay we need to do your rectal exam. Go ahead and bend over this table and put your chest all the way down." I assumed the position and waited while he donned a glove and found some lube. "One, two, three," and boom in went the finger. I remember he was inserting deep enough to cause my whole body to move in the process. A rectal sweep was followed by a firm prostate exam. I let out a slight moan with the mixed feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. By this point, embarrassment was out the window and I didn't care what happened.
Finally, he withdrew the finger and announced that I was healthy. With that, he removed his gloves and I pulled my boxers back up over my erection. The exam was over, and small talk about his weekend plans resumed.