I had to go to have some tests done at an outpatient diagnostic center last Friday. Always hate waiting at any medical facility... always hate having to go through any medical procedure. And this experience started out as no exception. Got there at 11:15, filled out the necessary paperwork, and then waited and waited. I noticed that the all the women working in the office were wearing jeans... must've been casual Friday... or maybe they dressed like this every day, I don't know. One by one, some woman would come out to the waiting room and call a patient back. One by one, the waiting room was emptying out. After waiting for awhile, this fucking gorgeous young guy in his twenties came out wearing a t-shirt and jeans... I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Wow! What a fucking perfect specimen of masculinity! He was the only male that I had seen out of all the workers in that office. He called a girl to come on back... and to my surprise, at the same time he called me to come back with him. OMFG! I was going back with this fucking hot hunk! He led me and the girl to the back of the office to an elevator that would take us to the ground floor where the diagnostic tests would be done.
He pushed the elevator button and the door opened and we got in. FUCK! This hot guy was standing right next to me! So fucking gorgeous... scruffy face like I love... hairy arms... shaggy hair... nice fitting jeans... a t-shirt that read "Real men support pink" that fit him so close and showed his perfect v-shape upper body. Damn, I couldn't keep my eyes off him as we went down the elevator. He glanced a couple times over my way... I'm sure he probably noticed me eyeing him from head to toe. DAMN! Who wouldn't be eyeing him? The elevator ride down ended all too soon and we got off. He instructed me to go around the corner and sit while he took the girl for her tests first. (Side note: Where I was sitting now and waiting, there was the fucking cutest young guy, couldn't have been more than 20, assisting his grandfather for some tests that were being done. This touched me watching how tenderly and with care that the young man treated his very elderly grandfather. Now that young man is also, my kind of guy. He kept looking at me and I kept looking back. Who knows what he was thinking, but I know what I was thinking! "Damn, I would love to fuck him!" -- ummmm, well, I guess you're right, that does seem to be on my mind an awful lot lately... hehehe)
Well, eventually, the radiology technician guy came to get me once he had finished with the girl and she had gone. We went to the room where I would be having the tests done and he began to explain the procedures to me and what to expect. He was very good about walking me through everything. Not many in the medical field today take the time to do that, it is so routine to most of them that they don't think about us not knowing what is about to happen. Anyway, he stopped for a second and said let me go get you a medical shirt to wear so that I wouldn't run the risk of getting my shirt messed up. He handed me the shirt to put on and then he went over behind the glass window and appeared to be busy, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he kept glancing my way through the glass. I pulled my shirt off revealing my hairy chest. I saw his eyes glancing again. I twisted around and laid my shirt down on a chair and lfited my arms pulling the medical shirt over my head and slowly down. When my head came through the neck opening and as I was pulling the garment over my chest and stomach, I noticed him watching me again. I loved the attention! Too bad I'm not as fucking gorgeous as he his... but this dad body, although still in pretty good shape, is definitely not like a twentysomething year old body! But maybe he liked what he was seeing.
After he had everything set up and ready for the procedure and had finished explaining it all to me. He said that he would call the doctor to come down now and start. He was right beside me through the tests, handing me the various fucking horrible things to drink, positioning me so the doctor could get the images he was needing. I loved having this technician gently moving my body to the right place. Every chance I got, I stole a glance at this fucking beautiful dude! If he only knew how much I wanted him... maybe he did, I don't know. Anyway, the doctor finished his portion and left. The technician said that he needed to get 3 still x-rays with me lying on the table. He inserted a film under me and then went behind the window glass and told me to hold my breath... the machine buzzed and then he told me to relax. Two more to go... He came over to me and said he needed to be sure I was lined up right to get what he needed. He told me that he was going to push on me some an move me a little. His hands, his fucking masculine hands, came to my sides and pressed on me. Then he positioned the machine above and using a light he checked to see if I was where I needed to be... evidently not, because his hands came on me again and he pressed on my body repositioning me. I liked the feel. Then he went behind the glass window, told me to hold my breath again, and then the machine buzzed. He told me, okay, one more now. So positioning me again, ready for the 3rd x-ray. Same procedure. Done. Well, not exactly. he said that he really needed to do another. He told me to undo my pants and slide them down so that we can be sure they aren't in the way for the rest of the x-rays. Then he climbed up on a step leaning over me and moved forward and upward to reach above me to move the equipment. As he did his body pressed against my side, my front, as he slid up to reach, his jeans gliding over me, his mid-section pressing against me. I sware I felt his cock press against me,,, was that wishful thinking? I liked the feel... I wanted to feel more... I felt a little more... but then he got down, went behind the window again and the machine did its job. Done? Not yet. He had said 3, we had now done 4, and he said he needed a couple more. Hmmmmm, wonder why? Wouldn't he have known at the beginning that he needed more than 3? Maybe it was a way to keep me there longer... to touch me some more... yeah, I wish!
Well, now he had me roll over, he moved my hips, positioned my ass (nice touch!), and took another x-ray. Still not done, though. Another one was needed. This time on my stomach again but slightly at an angle. His hands moved me to the right spot... he took the x-ray... and then he said to sit in the chair and he would check to be sure all the pictures came out right. He kept looking through the window at me sitting over the other side of the room. I didn't want these tests to be over... fuckkkk... when have I ever said I didn't want some medical tests to be over? I wanted to stay with this fucking hot guy. I wanted to do more with this fucking gorgeous dude. I wanted to fuck this fucking masculine man. But the tests were over, I had to leave, the rest is fantasy.... I've played the rest in my mind over and over wishing that my fantasy of being man2man with this smoking hot speciman of maleness.
