So when I was in 18 or so I had symptoms that mimicked prostatitis. Frequent urination, pain post ejaculation--a miserable experience for a young guy.
My first prostate check was in a small town. Doc had me lean over exam table and he stuck a finger up my ass. I progressed through a number of urologists.
The second guy was in a larger city and had a military background. He had me strip buck naked and mount the exam table on all fours as he worked my butt at eye level. I'm sure I chubbed up. This was the closest I'd ever been to a sexual experience. It seemed like an odd position, but it was only my second anal probe, so what did I know.
I progressed onward though more urologists, including a few who wouldn't have gotten a fight from me if they had let their finger linger a while in my tight ass. Every time I'd go to a urologist, especially the hotter looking ones, I feared the "love of my life" would pop up looking for action.
I had lots of test and scans resulting in nothing.
The last big event was some kind of urethral sounding scope. I was led into a large procedure room. A male tech came in to prepare me.
Once my pants were off I had to lay on a table. A female nurse tried to come into the room, but the guy yelled, "he's not draped yet." She quickly turned and left.
He had some sanitized fabric/paper cut into may 7 x 12 rectangles. He placed one on my right leg, one on my left leg, one across stomach and one below my penis/scrotum.
So my cock and balls were on stage, ready for the show.
Thank god for proper draping.
I thought I was in a Leslie Neilson movie.
Then I knew I was.
The doc came in follow by a cadre of nurses. Five women and another man. Again, thank god I was draped.
The nursing staff seem as interested in my penis as I was. Now knowing the local talent in town, I realize they probably weren't used to seeing much meat on the table. The guy showed more than a glancing interest. Not sexual, perhaps just a bit envious.
They were all kind of watching/not watching me as the instruments were readied. Nonetheless, I started to inflate. A little at first. Then at supersonic speed.
My cock, at full throbbing strength, knocked the paper/embarrassment shield on my stomach askew. The nurses looked perplexed.
The doc came over, lifted my swollen shaft by it's beautiful mushroom head, reposition the draping, shook my cock, pinching the shroom as he did and said in a forceful voice, "this needs to go down some."
If he'd held it a second longer, it would have.
No, I didn't have to jack off in front of an audience. By the time he rolled over with a long steel rod, it had deflated significantly. Still chubby, he put these goggles on with big lens and with the tech's help, started sliding that goddamn motherfucker into my never really used cock.
Thoughts of erection, pleasure or life after this experience left my head. Both of them. Decades later, I can still feel the pain.
But thank god I was draped.
The closest current photo I have that sort of demonstrates my draping experience from long ago.