Two Odd Visits with Doctors

When I was about 25, it occurred to me that there was no need to wear the grown during a physical exam. The doctor is going to look at everything anyway and I'm comfortable being nude. So, I stopped wearing the grown. Because of changing employer insurance, seems like I was always seeing a different doctor.

I schedule my physical exam and assume it's going to be like any other in which the doctor might say something casual and matter of fact like, "Oh, you're nude," and go on with the exam. I had one doctor say that he really appreciates it when the patient is comfortable being nude, because it makes his job easier.

So, this particular time, the doctor comes in, says something like, "Oh, you're nude," but it's not totally casual and comfortable. There's an edge in his voice. But he begins the exam anyway. He checks my eyes, ears, mouth, and uses his stethoscope to listen to my lungs, heart, and bowel. But he's slowly getting more and more agitated. He has me lie back on the table and continues the exam.

Finally, he has me hop off the table and stand in front of him, he's going to do the genital exam and then the digital/rectal prostate check. At this point, he really is agitated. He barks at me to put my shorts on -- I was wearing boxers in those day. I reach over, pick them up off the chair, pull them on up to my waist, and pull by cock and balls out through the fly -- he's about to check my genitals. If he's got to see them to do that. He barks at me to pull them down. So, now I'm standing nude with my boxers around my ankles and he continues with the exam. I'm thinking, how does having a bit of fabric draped over and feet and wrapped around my ankles make him feel better.

He then tells me to turn around and bend over the exam table, as I do this, I step out of my boxers and leave them on the floor.

WTF!!!!!

Thankfully, he left private practice and became an emergency room physician before my next physical. His associate, a women, saw me after that. She was totally ok with nudity.

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I had a Commercial Drivers' License for several years -- that requires specific Department of Transportation physicals. Your regular doctor could certainly do them, but he's not likely to be certified by DOT. So, you got to the DOT doctor and get your DOT physical. Always a different doctor each time. Some were men; some were women. No big deal either way. They all saw dozens of naked people each day. Never batted an eyelash at seeing someone nude. The DOT physical checks several specific things that the doctor has to check off as he does them. It's VERY routine. Very clinical. No variation. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am.

However, this one time, the doctor apparently really liked the fact that I didn't bother with the grown -- they always offered a gown but none of the doctors every even acted like they noticed I wasn't wearing it. Just another of several dozen physical for that day. This doctor had me do extra things -- that I knew full well were not on the check list. Most particular, he wanted to see how flexible my back was -- DOT couldn't give a shit about that. He had me stand with by back a few feet away from the wall and then lean backward and walk my hands as far down the wall as it could. He's sitting in his chair right in front of me with my cock and balls practically in his face.

Whatever! I thought it was comical. My guess is, he was totally getting off and I didn't care just as long as I passed the physical and got my card. Sorry, doc, no boner. I was way to afraid of letting that happen back then. Now, I don't care and my doctor doesn't care.

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