guyfrombrazil wrote:
Pagantric wrote:
Good afternoon group! I'm in Brazil. My first experience was perhaps as a teenager at the age of 13 at an Endocrinologist, and later I had a surgery in which it involved many nurses undressing me
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Can you tell us more about this experience with the endocrinologist and this surgery?
Good evening fellow Brazilian! How are you?
I'm using the Google Translator.
Details of the Enocrinologist: I don't have any. It was very fast. I was 13 or 14 years old, the "Entire Exam" lasted less than 15 minutes. Maybe it lasted less than 10 minutes, maybe less than 5. But since I was a young boy, bursting with puberty, and it was also the first time a woman had touched my balls with her hands, maybe I was dizzy with delight and maybe horny too. So, in my head it seemed like something very grand.
It was summer. The Endocrinologist told me to go into the exam room and lie down on the table on my back. I lay down, she told me to lift my shirt (strangely, she didn't tell me to take it off) and touched various parts of my torso (chest and stomach), hitting it hard with the tip of a finger, I don't remember which one, it looked like those little rubber hammers that doctors use to measure reflexes. She turned around, probably to write something down, I couldn't see what she was doing because I was looking at the ceiling. I was very scared, because I knew that Endocrinologists work with Glands, and I also knew that testicles are also Glands. My fear was having to be naked in front of an adult woman who was neither my mother nor grandmother. The last time this had happened - including during medical procedures - I was a child. So I can't say how long it took for her to stop touching me and turn around. She turned around again, facing me and told me to lower my shorts, and I was wearing swimming trunks underneath - a swim trunk. When summer arrives I always do this so I don't miss the opportunity if someone invites me to go to the pool at the last minute during the day, whether at the club or at someone's house. And I always leave it untied outside of water activities. - . I pulled down my shorts and looked at the lining again, terrified, probably my breathing changed. Silence and nothing happened for more than 15 seconds, maybe 30, I just heard the sound of the street. Then, I felt the elastic of the swim trunks coming out, as she pulled the elastic and lowered the swim trunks, touched firmly without causing pain one ball at a time, as if she was tactilely analyzing the consistency, and put my clothes back in place, again giving half Go back probably to write something else down. Then she said "There. You can get up." ... I got up and adjusted my shorts back into place. And I spent the rest of the summer having erotic dreams about her, and later about other women and some teenage girls doing the same thing to me all in this Endocrinologist's office. Women were my Sexual Symbols, celebrities who appear naked like Julie Strain and Vanusa Spindler. The teenage girls were girls I knew personally and were very attracted to.
The surgery was neither pleasant nor fun, nor did it lead to erotic dreams. I had closed bones, so until it healed or calcified I had many "Periods of Pain" added to physiological changes, all very unbalanced, due to the violence of chemical reactions with anesthesia and the like. I'll try to report: I was only wearing a Hospital Gown. There was an IV with a hose stuck into my shoulder, and a thick pipe that connected my body to a huge, heavy glass bottle, which they call a drain (DRAIN), stuck between my ribs. I had pain attacks all the time, about 3 times a day because I recovered well, when several female nurses* came and tried to position me to insert the morphine syringe in the right places. I also had physiological needs all the time, so I needed help getting out of bed to go to the bathroom or sit next to it and use the bedpan.
* = ALL the nurses at the hospital were either much shorter than me, or I was much taller. I was 15 years old. Every time I wanted to go to the bathroom, I walked out of bed and forgot to grab the DRAIN, and several short Nurses appeared, desperate for fear that the DRAIN would disengage from my body and I would start to bleed. After I scared the Short Nurses for a long time, they started to run away and, upon catching me running, they told me to stop walking and sit down immediately (whether it was for a morphine injection or for poop and pee), and the first one to catch up to me took off. off my Hospital Gown. This often happened in the corridor outside my room, or even in my room with the curtain open, and other people were passing through there: other patients, visitors from other patients, most of them women. Women Nurses always came to assist me. Of course, at first I was embarrassed. But when I saw that it was already the seventh time, so from then on, whenever I felt pain or wanted to piss or shit, I took it upon myself to take off my Hospital Gown just like the Incredible Hulk did with his shirt in the TV series.