I'm sorry, but I had to laugh my ass off reading your entry. There was prostate cancer in my family so the checks on me began at 40.
The first was probably the worst. I had no idea what to wear for underwear. Ever since I can remember I have skimpy bikini underwear or wore speedos as underwear (have so many I may as well put them to use) Like you I tend to have a bottomless tank of precum that tends to flow at will. I was a bit panic stricken when I went to the cancer clinic. I had finally decided on a white speedo so it could maybe pass as underwear. By the time the doctor came into the room I was in a cold sweat and was sure I had to be wet (male nurse taking my blood was really cute) Fortunately the doctor that came in was about 150 years old and all went well. (being a top i would have appreciated a little warning before he stuck his very large finger up there)
The next year wasn't as easy. I had forgotten about the appointment and was called in the AM to remind me. I had no time to get back to my house or even a store to buy underwear so I decided to bite the bullet and go with what I had on. A very very skimpy bright red string side bikini. Praying that I would get the same old coot from the year before. No luck. The same male nurse took blood and spotted red through the hospital gown. He winked and gave me a couple flirty comments. I knew that would set the pipes to leaking - especially when patted my ass as I was leaving. (not sure but think he reached inside the gown)
This years doctor was not the same old coot -- actually about as opposite as you can get. He was maybe 30-35 and tall, tan and had a glint in his dark blue eyes. Then he said that with cancer history in the family I should be checked for melanoma too --- drop the gown. OMG. I hesitated but he gave me the "nothing I haven't seen before" line so I complied. There I stood in a bright red bikini that barely kept me contained. To add to my embarrassment he called the male nurse back to take notes. He arrived with a cheshire cat grin and focused on the bikini and winked.
The body inspection was done professionally, at least it seemed that way. They managed to cover every inch of my body and when completed noted some moles they wanted to watch. By then, to complete the inspection, I was now naked. Dr talked - nurse stared. As the doctor put on the finger condom to do the finale the nurse looked at me and stated "you don't have a tan line and are really tan" thinking he was going to warn me about the sun he just said he loved the look, it was sexy.
The doctor made an evaluation but failed to remove his finger. While making small talk he started to massage my prostate until the inevitable happened. Both men found it funny and "hoped I didn't mind". The nurse said he would do clean up and the doctor left. He then explained that they usually only see old men so when they found a guy that was young, wearing a bikini and tanned all over, they couldn't resist having fun. Jokingly I said it would cost each of them dinner to cover my embarrassment.
Unfortunately, the following years have not been the same. I decided to have my own doctor do it and not the cancer clinic. He may not be as much fun, but he knows my quirky clothing habits and doesn't even comment anymore. He even hands me a tissue in case I am leaking precum when I arrive.
No man knows what a prostate exam is like until he is bent over a table with very bright lights on and a stranger clinically feeling around in your ass. Reading your encounter made me laugh, I recall some awkward moments during the annual "fickle finger" event.
PS If you have trouble tying the gown in the back, wear it backwards so you can reach the ties easier. (that was a hint from the nurse)
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