I've stripped down so many times over the years that it doesn't bother me anymore, whether it's a male or female examining me. I know it has to happen, and it's clinical, so I just go with it. Sometimes I have wished it would be less clinical and more personal... but I know the doctors can't look at it that way, so I honor their attitude and try not to joke about things too much. I recognize that it's inappropriate.
You are different, though... you don't start with the blood pressure and the pulse, as almost all the others do. You have me stand on the scale for weight, and ask my height, and then pick up an instrument from the counter and use it to look in my ears and in my mouth (anyone can say "say ah" after all) but I don't think much about your approach until you ask me to lie back. I do... and you start tapping my ankles, then my knees, then my elbows with the funny little rubber hammer that docs love... and then you start feeling my arms and legs asking me if anything hurts. Not only does it not hurt... your touch is somehow less clinical, less diagnostic... and more of a caress. You slide your fingers over my chest, and ask if I've had any heart issues. You slide your hands over my stomach and ask about indigestion... but your lingering touch is almost ticklish. You run a hand down one leg and up the other... and I'm sure I've never had this type of examination before... but it feels nice.
"I've got to check your testicles" you say and without any time for me to say 'ok' even, you're pulling my shorts down. Most doctors don't actually take them off... so I'm surprised that you do. One hand is on my belly, just above my pubic hair, and the other gently cups my balls. As you lightly knead a testicle between your thumb and forefinger, your other hand is now in my pubic hair, and you seem to be enjoying this a bit more than I was ready for... and I'm obviously enjoying it, too, as I begin to show arousal. As you move from one testicle to the second, your free hand has moved to my rising member, and you take it in your hand and gently squeeze, as your other hand lightly cups both my balls.
"I think you need the special examination" you say, and as you softly squeeze my penis into a full erection, I can only moan in response. You start to stroke me, very slowly... and without planning it I reach out a hand and place it on your butt, returning the caress as if I feel my doctor's ass all the time. Your touch is gentle, but increasing in the firmness of your grip a little at a time... and now I've grown to the fully erect state. You continue stroking me... slightly quicker, slightly more pressure, and soon there is wetness just at the tip of me... and without any comment you bend down and take me into your mouth!
