Lessee, have to top whaywardj's story...hummmm.
Ok, got it.
So some years ago, I discovered I had two very small hard growths on the head of the Ole Manly Turgid Tool of Destruction. It turned out they were just small scabs. How they got there I haven't a clue, but at the time I was positive they were veneral warts.

So I go to see my Dr. After he has a look at them and re-assures me that I won't be a sexual cripple for the rest of my life, he mentions that he has several medical students in his office and would I mind if he sent them in to "observe" my one-eyed-wonder-worm, scabs and all. Well, I was so relieved at NOT having veneral warts(

) I just said "sure". So there I stood, in the exam room, with my arms crossed over my chest, and my pants around my ankles. 6 guys came into the room, one by one and each had a good long look. I was starting to feel that I should be charging admission when in comes a girl. OH...MY...GOD!
Ya know, it might have not been so bad if she had some really ugly nerdy type. Hell, I probably might not have minded an ORDINARY girl. But this hottie was
STUNNING!! When you are 24 years old (this was some time ago) and still full of hormones, it doesn't take much for certain parts of one's anatomy to.......ummmm.......
ASSERT themselves. Yes, I started to get a woody.
Thank God for baseball!! Its amazing how one can short-circuit a natural biological function by thinking about something else. Whew! Disaster averted.
This story would be bad enough if it ended there, but it doesn't.
All the guys that came in just had a look and walked out. Miss mini-skirt-and-heels-in-a-lab-jacket pulls out some rubber gloves!
Baseball! Shortstops, catchers, runs, drives, errors! Take me out to the baaaall game!!
She pulled up a stool. I started to sweat. She stared at my crank. I stared at the wall.
2nd base! Outfield! Bluejays! Cardinals! Redsocks! I was just going over the batting average of the Yankee's when she broke the spell.....
......she pulled out a MAGNIFING GLASS!!
A tip for the ladies: If you ever see a guy's yahoo and say or do ANYTHING that hints that it is NOT a veritable ICBM in his pants, he will be crushed.
I know I was.
Anyway, there isn't any punch line. I got ticked-off, pulled my pants up, stormed out. I never went back to that Dr again. This happened over 20 years ago and I'm sure the Nurses are STILL laughing.
Oh, by the way. Shaving looks good in a porno film, but if you cut yourself, and it gets infected......well, it won't be pretty.