Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2012 08:05:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke and the Red Canvas Shoes - Part 1

This is the first of several chapters of a story about Todd, 25, a
physician assistant, and Luke, 20, who first meet in a medical appointment
that doesn't quite go as either planned.  If you're looking for a quick
jack-off story, you may wish to go elsewhere.  This posting is an in-depth
relationship story that will build slowly.  I plan to post subsequent
chapters often, so please check back.

No minors were harmed in the writing of this story, but if you are one
please go find something else to do.  Please do not reproduce this story in
any form without the permission of the author.  Your feedback is
appreciated.

-- Damian
nvtahoeus@yahoo.com


LUKE AND THE RED CANVAS SHOES

PART 1

The young man had gotten it wrong, but I didn't mind at all as I walked
back into the room and saw him sitting on the end of the patient
examination table with nothing on but his socks and the thin paper gown I'd
given him a few minutes earlier.

I wondered if I'd been intentionally vague with him about which way the
gown should have been put on, but I didn't think so.  As a young physician
assistant in training for Dr. Graham Webberley in downtown Denver, I did
this several times a day -- retrieving patients from the waiting room and
giving them an initial interview to get them ready to see the doctor.

But this particular patient -- with his lean but muscular frame and his
brown puppy-dog eyes -- had touched something in my gut that no patient had
recently.  I had offered my hand to Luke as he first came into the
examination room, aware that this was someone who was not used to playing
the patient role.  In fact, he had looked quite nervous.

"How are you this afternoon, Mr. Matheson?  I'm Todd, Dr. Webberley's
assistant."

"Er, fine, sort of.  I'm just here for a checkup.  Been feelin' kinda funny
lately."

"Oh?  Funny how?" I had said, directing the young man to sit on the end of
the table.  He was wearing a faded pair of jeans, a short-sleeved Broncos
t-shirt, and some red canvas shoes.  Those shoes had really caught my eye.

"Just kinda low on energy lately."

"Hmm...well, let's see if we can do something about that," I had said as I
put a blood pressure monitor on the young man's arm.  As my fingers grazed
Luke's arm, I noticed that goose bumps broke out on it, which made the same
thing happen under my scrubs.  We exchanged nervous glances, leaving little
doubt in my mind that we were sharing a strong mutual attraction.

"One twenty-five over 85 -- a bit on the high side for a young fit man like
you.


How old are you, Luke?  It's okay if I use your first name, isn't it?"

"Sure.  I'm 20."

"Have you ever been told your blood pressure was high?"

"No, but I don't think it's been checked in a long time.  Maybe never."

"Well, it's probably nothing to worry about.  Lots of people have high
readings when they come in here.  It's normal to be a little nervous in a
doctor's office, especially one you haven't seen before -- or have you?"

"No.  My granddad comes here, and he thought I should make an appointment
with Dr. Webberley."

"I see.  Well, let's take a quick temperature check.  Don't worry -- we
don't take it down there," I'd said with a smile, looking briefly into
Luke's lap, causing the young man to pull his knees even tighter together
than they already were.  "Just let me slip this clamp on your finger."

Normally I would've just held the clamp and let the patient insert his
middle finger into it, but I'd found myself putting my hand under Luke's to
support it and gliding the clamp on his extended finger.  For some reason I
couldn't bring myself to break the hold until the 15 seconds were up.  It
just seemed natural in this case.  The young man looked like he needed some
physical reassurance in this strange environment.  There was something in
his demeanor that told me he'd not had an easy life.

"Ninety-eight point six.  Right on target," I'd noted, writing it down in
the file.  "Luke, Dr. Webberley is going to be giving you a full physical
today to get to the root of your problem with low energy.  Hope you don't
mind being poked and prodded a little.  Don't worry -- the doctor is
thorough but gentle.  You'll be out of here in no time."

"That's good, I guess.  Do I have to get naked?"

"That's how it works, my friend," I'd said with a smile, trying to picture
what the doctor would be seeing and doing on Luke's body and wishing it
were myself seeing and doing it instead.

"I'm going to step out of the room now and let you get undressed.  Take
everything off but your socks, and slip this gown on.  There are some
strings on it to tie it closed around your neck, although you're going to
feel a definite draft."

It seemed that my professional but friendly manner had been going a long
way toward making Luke feel more relaxed, and I'd had the feeling that he
didn't really want me to leave.

"Are you coming back in?" Luke had asked, melting my heart with those
soulful brown eyes.

"You're not rid of me yet.  I need to get your weight and height, so we'll
take care of that in a few minutes.  Okay?"

"Okay," Luke had said, already pulling off his shoes and t-shirt.  I found
my heart racing and was happy that this wasn't my day off.  "What did you
say your name was?"

"It's Todd -- Todd Burnison.  I'll be right back."  I had resisted a strong
urge to give my already half-naked patient a wink on the way out the door.

My hands shook as I put Luke's file in the holder on the outside of the
door, quite aware that I was reacting to this young patient -- only five
years my junior -- in a way that was quite uncommon for me.  Most of the
patients I saw in a shift were old, fat, or creepy -- sometimes all three.
It was rare to see someone like Luke walk in the door, but even when it did
happen I'd always been able to maintain my composure better than this.  I
was determined to remain professional, but hey -- I'm a gay man in my
hormonal prime and I can't help getting revved up once in a while,
especially by a guy as cute as this.


"He's naked now," I thought, as I tried to picture what was going on behind
the door that I stood near, trying to think of some way to look busy while
I waited.  After a reasonable interval I tapped on the door while turning
the knob, eager to see what my young patient looked like in his flimsy
gown.

"All set?" I asked.  Luke looked up with a shy grin -- and with the gown on
exactly 180 degrees from what it should have been.

"I sure feel funny wearing this," he said, tightly holding the flaps across
his torso to conceal his nakedness -- the flaps that should have been
hanging down his bare backside.

 I resisted the urge to say "...and you look pretty funny in it, too."

"You, uh, well, sort of have it on backward, Luke.  The doc will want to
see you the other way.  Why don't you hop down off the table and let me
help you?"

"Sorry.  I've never worn one of these before," Luke said, with a red face.
"I didn't know how they were supposed to go on."

"That's okay -- you're hardly the first.  Just face away from me and let me
untie these strings," I said, stepping up to my near-naked patient and
reaching around to untie the knot he'd made in front of his neck.  As I
rested my forearms on his strong shoulders, I had a little trouble getting
the knot free but finally succeeded.

"Now I'm just going to slip your gown off and hold it up between us.  You
turn around and put your arms back in the holes and I'll re-tie it for you
behind your neck," I instructed, in my best professional voice.  I wanted
to yank the gown off and watch Luke turn around, but I resisted the urge.
I desperately wanted to see all of him, but I didn't want to freak the guy
out.  He would be naked soon enough, although without me in the room,
unfortunately.

That lucky Dr. Webberley, I thought to myself.  Someday maybe I'll be doing
all that poking and prodding myself on one of these young bucks -- sans
gown.

Luke did as he was told and soon felt my warm fingers around his neck as I
reattached the strings.  We were standing only inches apart, and I could
smell his freshly washed hair.  Glancing down quickly, I noticed his cock
tenting the front of his gown.  Something similar was happening in the
front of my scrubs.  I tried to think of my older, fatter, creepier
patients to get myself under control.

"Like I said, you're going to feel a draft now since the gown doesn't cover
your butt, but you can hold the flaps together while we go out and weigh
you."

"Out?  Like in the hallway?"

"That's where the scale is.  It'll only take a moment, and no one's going
to see you except the staff."

"Whatever," Luke said, grasping the folds of the gown behind him, which
only made his hardening cock more noticeable in the front.  He was blushing
furiously now, and I could understand why.  Normally I weighed patients
before they got undressed, but it had been such a busy morning that I had
slipped up.

We stepped out in the hallway and walked to the scale, which was 20 feet
away.  Being even this exposed was apparently getting to Luke, and I knew
he was probably dreading the exam to come.  He stepped up on the scale.  As
no one was walking nearby, I told him to just let his hands fall to his
sides, which of course exposed his beautiful round butt cheeks to me.  I
stood just behind him, effectively blocking anyone else's view.

"Here, you're not centered on the scale," I said, lightly guiding him a
half step to the right with my hands on the young man's hips momentarily.
Luke seemed to flinch a little at the touch but didn't resist.

"One forty-five.  Very good.  Now turn around and let me measure your, uh,
height."

As Luke turned, I noticed that the tent in his gown was now complete.
Red-faced to the max, he looked straight past me and didn't breathe.  My
eyes dropped to the evidence of his full arousal.  I might have felt sorry
for him if I hadn't been so turned on myself.

I pushed Luke's shoulders back so that he was standing erect -- even more
erect than either of us had bargained on.

"It's okay to breathe, Luke.  In fact, you should."

Not even realizing that he was holding his breath, Luke exhaled and at the
same time looked down the front of my scrubs, seeing evidence that he
wasn't the only dude with a hard-on.  Rather than relax him, the sight made
him even tenser, as he tried to breathe more normally.

"It's okay, Luke.  We're almost done here.  You're five-foot-eight -- maybe
a hair more.  Are you ready to go back now?"

"Yes, this is so embarrassing," he muttered, almost inaudibly.

As we were walking back to the examination room, Dr.  Webberley, a kindly
looking white-haired man in his 50s, passed us.

"Todd, I've got an emergency on my hands over at the hospital.  You'll have
to reschedule Mr.  Matheson, unless you want to do an initial workup on
him.  You know what to do.  We can confer later in the day or in the
morning.

"Mr. Matheson, I'm Dr. Webberley.  I know your granddad well, and he said
you were coming in.  I'm so sorry I have to leave.  Please allow Todd to
use his discretion in starting your physical, if you like, and I'll make it
a priority to see you again to go over his findings with you.  Don't worry
-- you'll be in good hands."

"Um...okay," Luke said hesitantly.

Luke looked at me as Dr. Webberley rushed off.  I couldn't tell if he was
disappointed, relieved, or maybe even excited at this unexpected
development.  I knew which emotions I felt, and disappointment certainly
wasn't one of them.  I had a gigantic sense of anticipation in my gut, and
I wasn't at all interested in walking away from a situation that was just
getting interesting.

"Let's go back in the room and discuss this, Luke," I said, with a light
touch on his shoulder as we walked.  He was still clutching the back flaps
of his gown.  "Have a seat back on the end of the table."

"Luke, I'm so sorry about this delay.  I know you wanted to get to the
bottom of this," I said, ignoring the pun in the air as he tried to figure
out how to arrange the gown that barely concealed his naked backside.  "I'm
not a full-fledged doctor, but I could save you and the doctor a little
time by going through a few preliminary steps, if you're up for it."  Oh,
God, not another pun...

"What would you be able to do?" he asked warily, still looking at me with
those inquisitive puppy-dog eyes.

"Well, I think we should start with another blood pressure reading, just to
see if the first one was an anomaly.  Then I'd like to listen to your heart
and lungs for any abnormalities.  I think I should check your lymph nodes,
too, for any possible swelling.  Dr. Webberley will probably want some lab
work done, but he'll write the orders for that next time.  Shall we begin?"

Luke took a breath and then nodded his head.  I could only imagine how he
must be feeling, knowing that I would soon have my hands on most of his
nearly bare body.

"Okay, Luke, I'm going to start with another blood pressure reading.  Hold
your arm out for me."

I doubted that I'd get a lower reading, under the circumstances, and I
didn't.  I felt like my own blood pressure was going off the charts.

I used my stethoscope on his exposed back first and had him take several
deep breaths.  No problem there.  His lungs seemed clear.

"Let's loosen the strings on your gown so I can check your chest.  Just let
it drop into your lap for now and hold it there."

I held his back with my left hand while I moved the stethoscope around his
smooth chest with my right.  The kid's heart was racing a mile a minute.
So was mine.

"Okay, Luke, now I'm going to have you lie down on your back.  I'll pull
out the leg rest, and you can keep your gown over your lower half, for
now."

He looked up me with questioning eyes when he heard "for now."  The way he
had the gown bunched up in front of him, I couldn't tell if he was still
hard or not.  He flinched when I poked and prodded around his neck, and
then in his arm pits.  They were quite damp, I noticed, but then so were
mine.

I moved the gown below his navel and slowly palpated his abdomen, looking
for anything abnormal.  What I had seen of his body so far was almost
hairless, save for a thin blond line under his navel.  I wanted to see if
his pubic hair was the same color, but I detoured to his feet and legs,
going over them carefully with my hands, after pulling his socks off.

So far the kid was the picture of health and vitality, and I couldn't
figure out any reason why he should be feeling run down.  But I hadn't
checked everywhere yet.  The time had come to explore the last frontier.

"Luke, I know this may be a bit awkward for you, but I need for you to hand
me your gown now so we can finish up and let you get on your way."

Reluctantly, he let me take hold of it and I dropped it on a chair next to
the table, leaving him completely naked.  Neither of us breathed for a
moment.  His body was stunningly beautiful.  The only thing I regretted was
that his dick had settled back down to mostly flaccid.  My own had not.

"I'm going to put your leg rest down and have you stand on this little
platform for me so I can take a look at your genitals."

Despite his general lack of body hair, the kid did have an impressive bush,
which was only slightly darker than his treasure trail.  His 6-inch
uncircumcised penis jutted out invitingly over his ample balls.

"I'm going to check your testicles now.  Lads your age should check them
often for any lumps.  Do you do that?"

He blushed and shook his head.

"Well, let me show you it's done," I said while slowly rolling them between
my fingers, one at a time.  They were perfect, just like the rest of him.
"Just do this to yourself once a month or so, after a hot shower, and call
for an appointment back here if you feel anything unusual.  Better yet,
buddy up with someone and check each other."

Did I really just say that?  I looked up at him with a smile, and he almost
grinned back -- almost as if he could read my mind and knew that I'd like
to be that "someone."

"I don't know anyone here that well," he said shyly.  "I just moved here a
few months ago."

"Well, I guess you'll have to do it yourself for now, but don't forget --
okay?"

"Okay."

I had him turn his head and cough while I pushed my finger up his nuts, one
at a time.  I could tell he didn't like that very much, but his quivering
dick was suggesting that maybe he didn't hate it entirely.

"I should check this, too," I said, lifting his penis and pulling back
gently on his foreskin.  That did the trick -- it lengthened and took an
upward climb in just seconds.  I wanted to go down on him so bad that I
could hardly stand it, but I restrained my natural -- some would say
unnatural -- impulses.

"Whoa, you're pretty sensitive down there, aren't you?" I said, stating the
obvious.  "Don't be embarrassed -- that's a good sign and perfectly normal.
I see you keep yourself clean under your hood -- very important, you know."

Whether he was aware of it or not, he was starting to noticeably move his
penis in my hand.  I didn't want to let go of his beautiful erection, but I
had now inspected everything I had a medical right to inspect.  As badly as
I wanted to check him out between his butt cheeks, I knew the doctor didn't
usually do finger waves on men this young.

"No, please don't stop..."  He was rapidly reaching the point of no return,
much to my surprise.  I knew I should let go of him, but he had begged me
not to.  Several ropes of hot spunk suddenly shot up like a Roman fountain
and splashed to the floor beside me.  He looked at me, terrified of my
reaction.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Hey, no problem," I assured him, holding him by his hips.  "Some guys just
have a hair trigger.  Here, let me get you some tissues to wipe the end of
your dick with.  You're still dripping a bit."

Luke cleaned himself with shaking hands and then hopped down on the floor
and proceeded to mop up the evidence of his unexpected eruption.  He was
thoroughly humiliated, I could tell.

"Can I put my clothes back on now?" he said, after depositing the tissues
in the trash.  He looked like he was about to cry.  I wondered if I had
been the first person to ever witness one of his orgasms.

I busied myself writing notes in his chart while he got dressed, never once
looking in my direction.

"Luke, I need for you to make another appointment with Dr. Webberley so he
can decide what to do next.  I don't see anything at all wrong with you --
but there must be some reason for your concern.  You can take this slip to
the front desk, and they'll see that you get back in soon.  I'm sorry you
have to make two trips, but we'll see you again soon, okay?"

Looking stricken, he grabbed the slip from my hand and bolted for the door.
I wondered what I could have said to make him feel more comfortable.  I'm
no psychologist, but I sensed that he needed something more than this
office could provide.  I thought about him for days afterward.


(To be continued soon)


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