My first major CFNM experience pertained to a medical situation in my late teens. It may be difficult to express the awkwardness I felt about just being an uncircumcised boy growing up in the US, but to be nude in front of a clothed woman who was in a position of authority certainly enhanced the nervous energy for me and excitement for me after the fact.
As stated, I was not circumcised at birth. This made for a few embarrassing scenarios with girls at times. Unfortunately though, I developed a condition called balanitis--which is essentially a skin condition that resulted in my foreskin becoming too tight to retract. Eventually, I went to a doctor about it when I was 21. This was a new doctor for the office that I had gone to since childhood, she was middleaged--stern yet attractive, but not over the top. I remember laying on the table as she performed a genital exam while asking me questions about my foreskin. It was awkward, and my stomach was in knots. I had to try so hard not to obtain an erection because the skin was extremely sensitive to touch and would trigger a response with the lightest contact. Somehow I managed not to totally embarrass myself, and she referred me to a urologist for what she suggested may require circumcision to resolve..
Visited urology, who was male, circumcision was scheduled.
On the big day, I went to the hospital and was continually confronted by nurses at reception areas who I would have to tell why I was there that day and who would direct me to the next floor or onto another part of the hospital. I tried to just psych myself out of being embarrassed, but I couldn't help wondering what they were thinking when I told them I was there for a circumcision.
Eventually I found myself on a rolling gurney in a paper gown, in some room adjacent to an operating room. I did not realize all the logistics at the time but it made sense that a doctor may schedule multiple surgeries for a particular day and the patients get cycled through. I found myself sitting amongst many older men, who I imagined were there for prostate or bladder issues. A young nurse came, reading her clip board, and called my name. She read further and I thought I caught her smirk somewhat when she realized I was there to get circumcised, and she asked me outlaid if that was correct? Which I'm sure is protocol so they don't perform the wrong surgery on someone by mixing up patients.
I was then wheeled into the OR, which was freezing cold to my surprise. There were much more people in there than I was expecting there to be, as I'm sure they are staffed equally per shift, not by the type of surgery. I felt ridiculously stupid, laying in the middle of a room, with gown pulled up, obviously experiencing major shrinkage from the temperature and from being beyond nervous, and with all eyes focused on the surgical area-- my privates. A nurse shaved me, which I'm sure made me look like a new born... I shut my eyes and 45 minutes later I was a new man.
I couldn't help but thinking back from time to time what some of the nurses may have been thinking, given how cold it was in there, I would certainly describe it as being microscopic surgery. It left a lasting impression on my psyche.
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