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Exposed & Touched

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Yielding control over one's own body to a person of trust. Being exposed. Being touched. Being turned on.

I could feel the waistband of my white briefs being pulled away from my waist & tugged down a bit as I lie there, staring at the ceiling. "Cough for me" the doctor requested, as he planted his fingers on my inguinal canal. "Again", as he moved to the other one. Ok sir, you're all set. You can get dressed now. Another annual physical had just been completed. Walking back to my office across the courtyard, I could feel my cock growing, reliving in my mind what just happened. I was not attracted to men, so I didn't pop an erection during the physical. But being exposed and being touched, something rare for me by anyone, got me excited whenever I thought about it. I had had limited girlfriend relationships, and even then, hardly saw any action. So being touched at any time by someone else especially in intimate areas else caused a sensation. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate to the memory of this experience. I would sit on my bed, wearing just my white briefs. I would slowly lie back on the bed as I would imagine the doctor saying "lie back for me" as he would do when it was time to examine my chest and abs. I would imagine the auscultating and palpating going on. I would begin to palpate my abs. Then, just as the doctor would do without saying anything, I would lift the waistband of my underwear. I would imagine him looking at my exposed genitalia before I'd place my own fingers on my inguinal canal, and imagine the "cough" directive. My now erect cock would stick up in the air. I'd just lower my undies to my knees & stroke my warm stiff cock. Those ejaculations tended to shoot significantly farther, presumably from the build up of excitement that day. "Undies". I'll never forget the year when the doctor told me to "step in the bathroom, strip down and come out dancin' in your undies" as a mild way of asking me to undress for the physical. Though I always felt the doctors who removed the patients' shorts themselves did so because they were too awkward to ask the patient to do something like that. Though I believe the supine position is not the best for checking for hernia, there was something better about lying down for the hernia check, as opposed to standing up & being told "Drop your shorts please" or "Drop your pants please". That would always be embarrassing and I never really got a charge out of it. But lying on a table seemed to have a different aura about it. The fact that I was looking straight up at the ceiling and not at what the doctor was doing, I could only feel, not see, what was being done to me. I may as well have been wearing a blindfold. And to have someone stripping me of my clothes, vs removing them myself. With the one stripping me is an authority figure, in this case a trusted doctor. Following every directive he gave and allowing myself to be touched & exposed, the experience is one of yielding total control of your body to someone else to do as s/he wishes. So every year, I would anticipate this moment, though not too much as I wasn't crazy about being touched by a man. I grew up in a homophobic Catholic environment. Male to male contact was disgusting, and you never wanted to be labeled as gay or a "faggot", even in jest. You never wanted to give the wrong impression, be caught looking at someone in the locker room shower, or anything else where someone or worse, a group of guys would yell out "queer" or something. You weren't really gay or queer, and you sure didn't want to be mislabeled as such. Even though most of the time they were joking, you were an adolescent, not yet comfortable in your own skin. Everything they said was going to have some type of affect, one of the rare times it's ok to use "affect" as a noun. During one annual physical after a few years, the doctor did something different, as I was now approaching 30. After the second time the doctor instructed me to cough as I lie there staring at the ceiling, suddenly I could feel his fingers sweep around my scrotum, as if he were caressing me there. Though he was a male, it felt really good to me, and I couldn't wait to go home & masturbate to this experience, re-enacting the bare fingers around my scrotum, and imagining hearing the sink water as he washed his hands afterward. It was the first time I had been checked for testicular cancer. Why he hadn't done so in the previous years I could only speculate. but I had to keep the secret of how I enjoyed it, for fear of society mislabeling me. To lie there, exposed in private and suddenly feel my balls being touched as I was vulnerable, not knowing it was coming, gives me a rush to this day. The following year, it felt a little differently. He gave a gentle squeeze to each one individually. The spontaneous touching while wearing a virtual blindfold, it was a bit of sexual ecstasy for me. After telling me I could sit up or get up or that I was "all set", he actually started to guide my back as I sat up, if I felt weakened by being touched sort of sexually. Eventually, he was replaced as the plant physician and it was back to standing up for the hernia exam and being asked to lower my shorts myself. The rush was gone. Even after I accepted offers for an optional testicular exam, there was no excitement. By then, I had started hitting massage parlors, and there would be no comparison to a happy ending, featuring play time on my balls. Masseuses often seem to want you to practically prematurely ejaculate, and once they would discover the impact of tickling my balls, they knew they could get me to cum soon. My employer was continually finding more cost effective ways of doing things. Eventually a nurse practitioner was stationed on site for medical needs and perform annual exams. I dug her. She was a friendly middle age woman, my favorite age category for women. She made an additional offer for my physical. Usually a nurse guiding me to the exam room would instruct me "everything off except your shorts". But this time, as there was no RN, the NP brought me to the exam room from the waiting room, saying :" everything off except your shorts - if you want your genitals checked, then everything off" Somewhere in the mid 90's some across the board modesty movement started, where they were leaving out paper gowns on the exam table. I never bothered putting one on. it wasn't like I was ever going to accuse a doctor or sexual impropriety, and I saw him every year in just my undies anyway. And with women, I have no sense of modesty. No embarrassment to being nude. I figure they're medical professionals and have seen it all, right? So I didn't bothered with the gown this time either. I did use it as a drape over my genitalia though. When she re-entered the room after giving me time to undress, she was a bit surprised I waived wearing the gown. it was a bit awkward as the " kept slipping while I was lying back being examined. the genital exam, my one & only, was done standing up. I was digging the experience, but since it was the first time, I felt awkward & didn't get erect. though I did enjoy having my penis thoroughly inspected, touched moved, as she also did with my scrotum. She would proceed to do a prostate exam at the end too. her thin fingers were definitely better than the fat fingers of the male doctors that have examined my prostate. But I still don't appreciate this part of the exam. My anus should have a sign that reads "Exit Only" With all cutting back the company is doing, it has come time to find my own primary care physician to have annual physical exams. Time to search ladies' names on the health care website, do "Google image search" and pick one that at least sort of turns me on. And just hope she has me lying back while palpating my balls, after she pulls my undies down herself..... '

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