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Pretty much as how Braunlow described in his reply. Naked waist down but covered by a fabric sheet. So most of the time, the therapist doesn't look at the covered area. But the therapist sometimes has to check on where exactly I'm having soreness or muscle tension. Besides, it's just many short sessions of massages here and there, in and out of the pelvic area. Sometimes I find it more sensual when performing the massage on my own on my bed, since we're asked to get a pelvic wand that functions similarly to a dildo. However, it's core function is to help you easily press on the tight muscle within you anus.Thanks, so when you had internal treatment the therapist had to insert a finger(s) into your anus?? I would not have expected that!! Were you naked from the waist down or was the massaging (external) done over clothing?
I didn't realize the few testicular pain I had when I was younger were a signal to the development of my pelvic pain. Also, the occasional light contraction or spasm in my perineum was an indication of pelvic dysfunction as well. I addressed it before to my primary doctor, but it was overlooked. I was asked not to worry about it and was told it's just mental. I knew there was something wrong about it, but I had no one to tell me what it was. I am very grateful to the Urologist who was able to address my symptoms and sent me to the therapist. Learned a lot from my therapist about the pelvic floor, and it answered lots of the weird body reactions that bothered me over the years. It's truly really important to find a second opinion because your body doesn't lie when it doesn't feel good.I had pelvic floor treatment and , when I scheduled, I asked for a male therapist, because I knew that the rectal exam was going to be done to test the strength of the pelvic muscles. The scheduler said that there was only one - Ryan, so I scheduled sessions. On the day of my appointment, I douched, and went. Well, it turns out that Ryan was a young woman ( fuck these parents who give their daughters traditionally male names) and that the scheduler had her on the wrong list. Out of the 120 therapists, only women were trained to do the pelvic exercises. She gave me a blanket to wrap around my waist and told me to undress from the waist down and lie on the table and then left the room. I did and when she returned, she did the same procedure as one would do a prostate exam, except she pressed on the sides as she had her finger inserted and asked my to bear down. It took about 30 seconds. The exercises themselves really helped me with my testicular pain. But...Ryan?
Testicular pain during (post-)adolescence is very often an indication of aspecific prostatitis. And ‘caused’, for lack of a better word without this turning into a medical lecture, by not cumming as frequent as the body needs, simply put.I didn't realize the few testicular pain I had when I was younger were a signal to the development of my pelvic pain. Also, the occasional light contraction or spasm in my perineum was an indication of pelvic dysfunction as well. I addressed it before to my primary doctor, but it was overlooked. I was asked not to worry about it and was told it's just mental. I knew there was something wrong about it, but I had no one to tell me what it was. I am very grateful to the Urologist who was able to address my symptoms and sent me to the therapist. Learned a lot from my therapist about the pelvic floor, and it answered lots of the weird body reactions that bothered me over the years. It's truly really important to find a second opinion because your body doesn't lie when it doesn't feel good.
Dang! You drew quite the crowd. I'm guessing that, maybe, you're pretty hot! So sorry you were put in that uncomfortable position. That's not fun.Not really a physical, but a post-surgery inspection. I had to perform an emergency surgery to remove one of my testicles that twisted and consequently stopped blood flow to it. I performed the surgery at night, and in the morning after the procedure, I was surprised and embarrassed to find out that my inspection was not conducted privately. Instead, there were more than ten people surrounding my naked lower body. I assume they were intern medical students or other doctors; I could also see nurses and others peeking in from outside the door. I guess the surgery I underwent is not that common, so it was an opportunity for observation and learning. I felt really uncomfortable.
Never been fully nude in front of my doctor until this week and holy shit.
He’s straight with a girlfriend but I always got a flirty vibe from him. He’s a tall, built, younger guy and I’ve definitely fantasized about him. It’s always been professional, but a few visits ago he randomly started showing me pictures of his girlfriend? And then during he exam he had me lift an arm up to check out my lymph nodes and chest and stuff, and he said, “Don’t want your arm to get tired” and rested my arm on his shoulder. It was extremely intimate and I started to get hard. Later we were talking about people who test sperm counts and he said, “I could test your semen here right now.” It wasn’t said suggestively but it felt like something not 100% medically related.
So this week I went in for a standard mole check, and he asked me to get to my underwear. I stripped and the inspection started. While looking at certain moles, I noticed he’d keep one hand resting on me, almost absentmindedly. He paid a lot of attention to my upper thigh areas, at one point pulling the bottom of my underwear up, which meant his hands were pressing against my ass. When he came back around to the front, I was clearly hard as a rock in my underwear. He didn’t look at it but asked if I sunbathe nude sometimes. I said I did and he asked if I wanted him to look at the rest. I didn’t say anything, I just took my underwear right off, my cock flopping out fully hard. Fuck it, I figured.
I do have a couple moles in that area, so he took a closer look at them. To get my dick out of the way, he gripped it and pulled it against my opposite thigh. I honestly could have cum from that alone, especially when he pulled it across to the other side. He stood up and had the most obvious erection in his khakis, and then he said the hottest thing in the world: “Bend over the table.”
I bent over and he put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. He was really looking for some moles everywhere! He ran one finger along the inside of my crack and i honestly shuddered with pleasure. My dick was rock hard and pointing down, pressed against the side of the exam table. Finally he said “all done!” and I turned around to face him, my dick pointing straight at him. He put his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the head of my cock and said “It all looked great. Let’s put your clothes back on” and that was that. I stuffed my erection back into my underwear and pants and left pretty quickly to go jerk off. Is it too soon for another mole check????
FUUUUUCK DUDE!!! Have you seen him since? Jesus Christ, it's obvious you guys are Vibing. I'm so damn curious about the "sperm check right now"… You absolutely have to say yes to that next time. Thanks for sharing bud. Any update updates? (sorry I don't know how to check the thread for responses to original post)Never been fully nude in front of my doctor until this week and holy shit.
He’s straight with a girlfriend but I always got a flirty vibe from him. He’s a tall, built, younger guy and I’ve definitely fantasized about him. It’s always been professional, but a few visits ago he randomly started showing me pictures of his girlfriend? And then during he exam he had me lift an arm up to check out my lymph nodes and chest and stuff, and he said, “Don’t want your arm to get tired” and rested my arm on his shoulder. It was extremely intimate and I started to get hard. Later we were talking about people who test sperm counts and he said, “I could test your semen here right now.” It wasn’t said suggestively but it felt like something not 100% medically related.
So this week I went in for a standard mole check, and he asked me to get to my underwear. I stripped and the inspection started. While looking at certain moles, I noticed he’d keep one hand resting on me, almost absentmindedly. He paid a lot of attention to my upper thigh areas, at one point pulling the bottom of my underwear up, which meant his hands were pressing against my ass. When he came back around to the front, I was clearly hard as a rock in my underwear. He didn’t look at it but asked if I sunbathe nude sometimes. I said I did and he asked if I wanted him to look at the rest. I didn’t say anything, I just took my underwear right off, my cock flopping out fully hard. Fuck it, I figured.
I do have a couple moles in that area, so he took a closer look at them. To get my dick out of the way, he gripped it and pulled it against my opposite thigh. I honestly could have cum from that alone, especially when he pulled it across to the other side. He stood up and had the most obvious erection in his khakis, and then he said the hottest thing in the world: “Bend over the table.”
I bent over and he put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. He was really looking for some moles everywhere! He ran one finger along the inside of my crack and i honestly shuddered with pleasure. My dick was rock hard and pointing down, pressed against the side of the exam table. Finally he said “all done!” and I turned around to face him, my dick pointing straight at him. He put his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the head of my cock and said “It all looked great. Let’s put your clothes back on” and that was that. I stuffed my erection back into my underwear and pants and left pretty quickly to go jerk off. Is it too soon for another mole check????
That was great dude. That read like a David SedarisSo when I was in 18 or so I had symptoms that mimicked prostatitis. Frequent urination, pain post ejaculation--a miserable experience for a young guy.
My first prostate check was in a small town. Doc had me lean over exam table and he stuck a finger up my ass. I progressed through a number of urologists.
The second guy was in a larger city and had a military background. He had me strip buck naked and mount the exam table on all fours as he worked my butt at eye level. I'm sure I chubbed up. This was the closest I'd ever been to a sexual experience. It seemed like an odd position, but it was only my second anal probe, so what did I know.
I progressed onward though more urologists, including a few who wouldn't have gotten a fight from me if they had let their finger linger a while in my tight ass. Every time I'd go to a urologist, especially the hotter looking ones, I feared the "love of my life" would pop up looking for action.
I had lots of test and scans resulting in nothing.
The last big event was some kind of urethral sounding scope. I was led into a large procedure room. A male tech came in to prepare me.
Once my pants were off I had to lay on a table. A female nurse tried to come into the room, but the guy yelled, "he's not draped yet." She quickly turned and left.
He had some sanitized fabric/paper cut into may 7 x 12 rectangles. He placed one on my right leg, one on my left leg, one across stomach and one below my penis/scrotum.
So my cock and balls were on stage, ready for the show.
Thank god for proper draping.
I thought I was in a Leslie Neilson movie.
Then I knew I was.
The doc came in follow by a cadre of nurses. Five women and another man. Again, thank god I was draped.
The nursing staff seem as interested in my penis as I was. Now knowing the local talent in town, I realize they probably weren't used to seeing much meat on the table. The guy showed more than a glancing interest. Not sexual, perhaps just a bit envious.
They were all kind of watching/not watching me as the instruments were readied. Nonetheless, I started to inflate. A little at first. Then at supersonic speed.
My cock, at full throbbing strength, knocked the paper/embarrassment shield on my stomach askew. The nurses looked perplexed.
The doc came over, lifted my swollen shaft by it's beautiful mushroom head, reposition the draping, shook my cock, pinching the shroom as he did and said in a forceful voice, "this needs to go down some."
If he'd held it a second longer, it would have.
No, I didn't have to jack off in front of an audience. By the time he rolled over with a long steel rod, it had deflated significantly. Still chubby, he put these goggles on with big lens and with the tech's help, started sliding that goddamn motherfucker into my never really used cock.
Thoughts of erection, pleasure or life after this experience left my head. Both of them. Decades later, I can still feel the pain.
But thank god I was draped.
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The closest current photo I have that sort of demonstrates my draping experience from long ago.
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