Embarrassing Doctor Experience

[Justalilguy]

Throughout growing up I had a few embarrassing moments at doctor’s offices. Usually the worst of them were fairly brief and contained since I was allowed a modicum of modesty by not having to fully strip, and only remove bits of clothes when necessary. However there were a couple of times when that wasn’t the case. This story is one such moment.

When I was probably about 13, I decided I was going to give sports another shot. I had played some soccer and basketball when I was little, but now I really wanted to play basketball again because my friends were all into it and we’d often play at school or outside someone’s house. With that, even to tryout, I would need a sports physical. I don’t know why, but the typical pre-school physical wasn’t going to count. We had to fill out a specific form and the doctor had to do another. So it was to the doctor I went.

Typically, my physicals would be with my mom and brother and while they had their moments of exposed skin, they were mostly done with the majority of my clothes on. That was not the case with this time. Just because of scheduling this exam would be with a doctor I had not seen much, and instead of my mom, my dad ended up taking me to the visit. The waiting room experience, checking in and getting initial weight and height were generally the same as my normal physicals. A nurse called us back, my dad followed, and in a public space outside the exam rooms, I stood on a scale that also had a measure for height, of course with my shoes off.

Once that part was finished, the nurse handed me a cup with a lid and told me that they would need a urine sample. Now this wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time in a while that I had to do this. I’m pretty sure I’d done it years before, but it wasn’t something we did every visit I don’t think. She walked us to the bathroom door and said to bring the cup to her at the central desk between all the exam rooms when I was done. Inside the bathroom there was a set of instructions which I followed, luckily not with my dad as I remember him helping me do the whole thing when I was younger. Either way, walking out of the bathroom with a hot cup of your piss is a little embarrassing haha.

After I handed over my still warm cup the nurse led us to the exam room. She let us pass her and from the threshold of the door she said something along the lines of “I’ll give you a few minutes to go ahead and get changed and be back to get a few more things.” With that said, she closed the door leaving just my dad and me in the room.

I had no idea what she meant until I looked to the exam table and saw it - a gown, neatly folded, resting on the paper covered table. I was not prepared for that. I’d worn a gown in the hospital once or twice, but never for a physical exam in a private practice. I immediately started to think of ways out of the situation. I asked my dad if I had to and he essentially said “if that’s what the doctor wants,” while taking a seat in the chair set to one side of the room.
I then asked if I needed to take everything off to which he told me his best guess was he wouldn’t have given me a gown if he wanted me to keep my underwear on, and that either way “they’re going to come off eventually.”

My next request was for him to at least leave the room or something to which he gave me the oft repeated in situations like this, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” And while that was true, I was pretty sure he hadn’t seen my fully nude body since puberty had really kicked in. An awkward time for anybody, I’m sure, but it felt especially awkward then and there. I’m sure that elicited an eye roll or something from me, knowing it was essentially his checkmate and I’d have to just grit my teeth and do it.

So I went ahead and started stripping. Shirt first, handing it over to him, followed by my shorts and then the dreaded underwear. I turned away facing the table and took them off before realizing my dad had grabbed the gown too at some point (or maybe I’d handed it to him, either way he had it). And there went my plan to avoid my dad seeing my newly developed penis for at least a little while longer.

I remember my face got hot and I’m sure I was red when I turned around, underwear in hand and offered it to him to trade for the gown. I felt his eyes over me, shamelessly looking me over, and while I was embarrassed and nervous, I also felt my penis get slightly erect, just a little twinge. Something that always seemed to happen when someone looked at my naked body or private parts. But I got the gown over my body and head through the already attached top loop. The back was strings and I couldn’t figure out a good way to tie them, so I did my best making a loose knot and immediately went to sit on the exam table.

Not long after the nurse was knocking on the door again. She came back in, asked some questions to me and my dad and did some more basic vital test. She got my blood pressure, temperature, finger prick, etc. After that was all done, she said to hang tight and that the doctor would be with us shortly. In that interim my dad and I talked some about school and what not. Only one part of the conversation was uncomfortable as he said something about looking like I was becoming a man. He’d obviously noticed the new spot where hair was growing and I’m sure that prompted “the talk” that I got not long after that day.

So after waiting for probably 10 or so minutes, talking about this and that, the doctor finally came into the exam room. He was a fairly average looking older man. In his 60s if I had to guess, older than my normal doctor, with white hair with just a bit of black still poking through here and there. He talked to me and my dad for a bit and confirmed I was there for a sports physical. He explained it will probably be similar to any other physical I had, with just a few added steps. And that was for the most part true.

The first part was mostly basic stuff, ears, nose, throat, and feeling around the neck. Then he checked my lungs through the mostly open back of the gown and then to access the front of my body he undid the top of the gown. The neck was Velcro so it was just as easy as pulling to reveal my chest which was still fairly boyish, with maybe a little bit of hair forming around my nipples. My developing chest I was more proud of as for the first time it looked as though I had “pecs” so not as bad as what was to come. He had me extend my arms, revealing a bit of my sparse underarm hair - another thing I was excited about, but almost self conscious because there was so little of it. He had me bend my arms, feeling up them to under them. He squeezed and felt around my stomach and such. Then he moved onto my legs. He did a reflex test, raising the gown to just about my knees and had me bend them and push against his hand for each of them. So far, so good.

At this point I’d almost forgotten about the whole gown and being seen naked by my dad just a while before. Then though, the doctor had reattached the top of the gown and asked me to stand up. I did as I was told and the doctor stepped back and told me to turn around. My loose knot had come undone with the movement off the table so when I turned around, my backside was fully exposed. The doctor needed to check my spine, so he told me to bend over and touch my toes. I could feel the cold air of the room over my body and got goosebumps from my neck to my butt. I could feel the eyes on my naked rear too. The doctor and my dad’s. The doctor ran his finger down my spine all the way to my tailbone. And just the cherry on top - I felt him spread my butt cheeks apart ever so slightly as to reveal my hole for just a moment.

He told me it all looked good and straight and said I could turn back around. I happily did so, doing my best to form a new knot in the strings. God knows why they didn’t just make that part Velcro too. But now that I was turned around, the worst part was yet to come. I sat back down on the table awaiting instruction. The doctor filled some stuff out on the physical sheet and then rolled his stool over closer to me again.

“Stand back up and lift the gown for me. Got to check the boy parts,” he told me as he put his gloves on.

My heart dropped. I knew this was going to happen, obviously. The sheet we had to bring in even had a section on it that said “genitalia (males)” and “hernia” so it was pretty much inevitable. But part of me thought maybe they just skip over that. So when he said it, I went cold, not wanting to even stand back up. I must have looked uncomfortable too, as the doctor repeated himself, telling me we were almost done. While this part made me nervous it also came with a bit of blood flowing to my groin. Just like when dad had seen my penis briefly, this idea too seemed to excite my body. Mentally I was dreading it, but physically it seemed I was anticipating it. I did my best to keep from stiffening, but that of course wasn’t much of a possibility at such an excitable age as thirteen.

I must have hesitated too long because dad started to chime in too.

“Come on, son, I promise it’s nothing the doctor or I haven’t seen before. We’ve all got the same stuff.” Another thing my dad liked saying whenever I was being too modest or prudish in these types of situations.

“Right, yes sir,” I said as I sheepishly stood up and before I could do it myself, the doctor had lifted the gown up, grabbing the sides and bunching them up towards my stomach.

“Just hold this here,” he told me as I took hold, my still erecting penis now exposed. When he saw what was going on the doctor made a quick remark of something like “looks like the blood flows good” or something similar. My circumcised penis now at just about its full length and hardness. Not big, but not a boys penis anymore either, with just a small patch of curly, fluffy pubes right at the base topside of the shaft of my penis.

I must have been tomato red at this point as the doctor felt each of my testicles, my dad watching, seeing my full boner. He added “hey lucky it’s me here and not mom.” I guess that was true, but in reality I’d rather no one have seen me like that. Not in front of this male doctor while he fondled my testicles.

“Alright just turn and cough for me now,” the doctor told me as he pushed a finger uncomfortably into my scrotum, where I could feel his finger right up next to my engorged penis. The part of the shaft that went into my body must have made it so he needed more pressure or something. I remember that hurting just a little. I just took deep breaths and tried not to look at my dad. Either looking straight ahead or making small glances towards my penis between coughs. The entire time with my penis exposed was probably less than a minute or two, but it felt like I could’ve lived years in that space.

But with that, the doctor was done with his exam. He let me drop my gown back over myself, a pretty obvious tent visible through the material. He gave me a good to go to play, signed the paper he’d been filling out, and with that he shook our hands and was gone. I felt as though my dad was still looking at my tent now and then but my dick was starting to deflate now. I took my clothes back from him and turned away to give myself a what little modesty remained, even if he could see my bare ass still. Better than whatever left of a boner I had. Though I think stripping fully had it reconstituting some. But I just tucked it into my waistband and we were out of there.

I never even ended up actually playing basketball. Or anything else through school or a real league. So I essentially went through that for nothing. Oh well. My dad never really brought it up after that, besides giving me “the talk” a few days or weeks later, but he didn’t specifically bring any of that up. But it has lived rent free in my head for over a decade now.

[NickTwisp]

That's pretty much standard procedure for a sports physical. Yes, all the guys dislike the genital exam portion but it's actually important and justified. Mostly the doctor is looking for any kind of inguinal hernia or testicular abnormalities.

When I prepare a patient for a CT Scan, I always tell them whether they can keep their underwear on beneath the gown. In some cases, yes, other times no depending on the circumstances medically & type of scan being performed. And NEVER would I make any verbal comment if a male patient develops an erection...we are trained that would be unprofessional. We have various other protocols in place to maximize patient comfort.

I enjoyed reading about your sports physical experience.

[Justalilguy]

And NEVER would I make any verbal comment if a male patient develops an erection...we are trained that would be unprofessional. We have various other protocols in place to maximize patient comfort.

That not even the only time it was commented on

I had my normal doctor say something about it to my mom when I was getting just a normal school physical.