I responded above with the idea that eroticism was all in the mind. Well, I guess I have an example. Two days ago I went to the pain dr. for a check-up on my spermatoceles, which were really bothering me. I had been referred by my urologist to get recommendations on treatment. I had never been to this dr before, but I had seen his photo. He is a middle-aged man from overseas, so I knew who to expect would be doing my exam. While sitting in the waiting room, a young doctor walked by who, to me, was very hot, just my type: wiry, a bit nerdy, with a very attractive face. I imagined him naked as I waited to be called. Usually what happens when I get a check up from the other pain dr ( who has since retired) is I go into the room, the dr enters and does some preliminary check on the nerve functions in my hands, feet, and legs. Then, I remove my pants and underwear and lie down on the table while he palpitates my stomach, inner thighs, penis, and testicles to see if there is any referred pain or swelling. It is all very clinical. This time, there was a knock on the door and in entered the young dr, who introduced himself as a resident, who was assisting the dr and doing the preliminaries. Well, I wanted to attack him on the spot. I could feel my heart start to beat a little faster ( once again, the psychological aspect). He went through getting the preliminary info and then asked me if it would be okay for him to inspect the affected areas. Of course I agreed. So I lay on the table with my pants and underwear pulled down to my ankles. He lifted my shirt so that my entire abdomen on down was exposed. He palpitated my stomach, asking if anything hurt; I didn't. His hands moved down and palpitated my freshly shaved groin, paying particular attention to the side where I had the cysts. I didn't hurt, but I could feel myself beginning to get a little aroused. He then felt my penis to see if there was any referred pain. It was at that point that it moved; a jerk, if you will. I half felt embarrassed and half turned on. He then moved to my testicle and felt around for the cysts. By then my penis was moving side to side, not fully erect, but enough to be noticeable. After he had done his examination, he told me I could get dressed. I thought, "What, no happy ending?" But I did, my heart pounding. The dr came in after and we spoke about possible treatments, but there was no examination from him. I left, realizing more than ever that it's the psychological aspects of the exam that makes it a turn on. Maybe the resident can do my follow-up exam after the treatment. Here's hoping. The next time I wouldn't be embarrassed if I sprang a full erection.