|Have your private parts ever been examined by a doctor of the opposite gender?|
Yes, three times.
The first time was when I was in my early twenties. My penis was raw and red, so I went to a free clinic to find out if I had some kind of STD. A very businesslike woman in her fifties examined me, holding my penis, twisting it gently to look at the bottom, brushing it and pushing on it with her latex-gloved finger. After nearly a minute, I started to get an erection, and she immediately let go and picked up her clipboard. I said “Sorry!” and she smiled and said “That’s okay, it’s normal, you can pull up your pants.” As I stood there with my face red, she explained that I just had a friction rash, it turned out, from the twice or thrice daily sex sessions I had been having with a recently acquired girlfriend.
The second time was when I got a vasectomy. I was lying on my back and a young female nurse came in to prep me. She lifted up the gown and said, “Oh, good, you already shaved! Good job!” Then she took hold of my penis and moved it so it was lying on my abdomen pointing toward my navel. As she did it, she said “I’m just going to tape this here to keep it out of the way.” She cut off a piece of cloth tape, then held the head of my penis between her thumb and finger as she taped it down to my body. She remained and assisted when the male doctor came in and cut my tubes, then she put a few sutures in the small cut in my scrotum, put a bandage over it, and removed the tape holding my penis. This time, I did not get an erection, not even a little bit.
The third time was just a couple of months ago. I went to my GP, an attractive Indian woman in her early forties. She told me to stand and take down my pants and underwear, which I did. She held my penis up with one hand while she examined my balls by gently squeezing them both several times with the fingers of her other hand. When she was done, she let go of my penis and let it flop down. I found the entire process embarrassing, but I maintained a neutral demeanor and just did what she told me to do. The worst part of it was that, because of the circumstances, I was nervous and embarrassed and my penis was in total shrinkage mode. I’m sure she sees me as a nameless piece of meat, not a man, and she couldn’t care less, but my ego makes me wish it had been just a bit puffy to make a better impression. Having a normal conversation with her after I had pulled my pants back up felt weird to me. Now she knows what my penis and balls look and feel like, but I’ll never, ever know what her vulva looks and feels like.
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