DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 46
by Donny Mumford
Frankie lives with his mom and brother in a small ranch style house vintage 1970's. I drove him there around ten o'clock Tuesday night and just as Dougie said, Frankie lives near Kohl's department store where he'll be working
his new part time job. Our boy, Frankie, has had himself quite a day and I'm proud of my part in it. He looks much better with his new haircut, he's had his first blow job and anal sex and both of those sexual acts he'd been fantasizing about for a couple of years. Now he's experienced them first hand. Running into Dougie Hamilton and his roommate, Jamie, at the ice cream shop proved a stroke of luck. Because of Dougie, Frankie's now got a part time job and he's going to be on their candlepin bowling team, which might lead to further socializing. Making friends has been one of Frankie's big hang-ups and now he's got a couple of them.. friends, not hang ups. Frankie's a little bit immature for me to be hanging out with to any extent, but he's the right age for the roommates. They're all gay too, but Frankie doesn't know Dougie and Jamie are, and they don't know he is. Could be interesting to see how that goes. Anyway, I don't need to feel nearly as bad for Frankie as I did earlier. He's no longer a virgin, which puts him one up on most of the others in the closet with him, plus as I've said, he's got a job and a couple of friends now.
We don't kiss goodbye at his house because we're not lovers. We were sex buddies for an afternoon and we both benefited from the experience, Frankie for obviously reasons and me because I feel really good about myself for helping him, which is always beneficial to one's self esteem. Also I liked giving him the haircut, I liked sucking his pointy little cock, and I liked fucking him. We're both winners today. So there's my good news and as I drive to the apartment I switch over to thinking about the bad news, which is how'd Ryan break his finger and did fuckwad have something to do with it? I'm obviously thinking he did. Ryan wasn't at class today, and we don't have classes tomorrow, but maybe I'll find out what happened if he shows up for Robby's study group. One way or another I intend to find out what's up with Ryan.
For once I find a half decent parking spot so I'm feeling smug about that, then inside the apartment I see no one's home yet. Good! I feel like a little 'down' time, and a beer to celebrate a successful day and night. As it turns out though there isn't much down time because Chubby comes home five minutes later. I'm on the balcony with my beer and halfway finished smoking a cigarette. He comes in the apartment and waves at me, a big smile on his face. I hold up my beer bottle and a minute later Chubby joins me on the balcony carrying a beer. He has the same big smile on his face as we give each other a hug, and he's like, "Hiya, bro! Where'd the beers come from?" I tell him about my trip to Tracy's and how Tracy let me have two six packs even though his speakeasy wasn't open tonight. He says, "What else did you do tonight?" Shrugging, I go, "Met some kid at the BP station, a senior at North Andover High, and we started talking and hit it off. He's planning on going to Merrimack next year and asked me to show him around the campus and since Robby's off with his teammates doing whatever, I showed the kid around and we got to know each other a little. I ended up giving him a haircut, then we ran into a couple of freshmen at Dugans, who I happen to know, and we hung out some more with them. You know how it goes." Chubby's like, "You sure make friends easily." Friends, fuck buddies, what's in a name. I go, "Ha, nobody can hit it off with people like you, Chub. So maybe I picked up a few pointers from you over the years in that regard." He grins at me and chugs some beer as I ask him, "How'd your affair at the sorority turn out?" He shrugs. "It was better than I expected. Naturally everyone was deeply interested in my dance moves." I laugh out loud and he tries not to laugh holding his hand over his mouthful of beer, but finally sprays the beer on the potted shrub, laughing. He goes, "Oh fuck, those fucking dance moves of mine." I nod, mumbling, "Yeah, they're very original."
He tells me the sorority thing was suppose to be a dry affair, but everyone was acting a little drunk by the end of the night. Guys had smuggled in pints of vodka and were spiking the soft drinks. John Beverly got a game of beer pong going using spiked cups of ginger ale instead of beer. Chubby adds, "It was ghastly, ginger ale and vodka, equal parts." Then he and I talk about the upcoming Christmas, aka Winter break, and what we're doing about Christmas shopping. We decide to hook up tomorrow afternoon and do some shopping at the North Shore mall after having lunch at Five Guys 'cause it's close to the mall. I say, "Maybe Robby will join us," then my cell phone rings. I look at it and mumble, "It's Danny Monday?" Chubby asks, "Who's he?" I go, "You know him. Danny Monday, Robby's, um, teammate, but why's he calling me?" I answer my cellphone call with, "Danny, whassup?" He tells me Robby's violently ill, possibly with food poisoning. Two other guys who were with them tonight are also sick. They're all in the infirmary. I tell him I'll be right there and then tell Chubby. He comes with me in Robby's pickup.
The health care facility on Merrimack college campus is staffed by a physician, nurse practitioner, and a registered nurse. It's open every day from eight-thirty in the morning until six at night. Tonight we arrive at ten-thirty so there's only a volunteer Merrimack student in the infirmary and he's
flustered because Robby and two teammates showed up sick. That's what Danny tells us while the volunteer student is telling us, "We close at six, all I can do is refer you to the Lawrence General Hospital's emergency room." I ask, "Where are the sick guys?" and the volunteer looks at Danny, who says, "They're in the bathroom crapping and throwing up." Chubby makes a face, then says, "Well, it seems you guys have the situation under control. Let's go Dylan." I give him a 'look' and he goes, "Bad joke, bad joke. Come on, Dylan, we'll get Robby." Then he points to the Danny, "Can you and this volunteer dude get the other two over to the emergency room?" Danny says, "Yeah, do you know how to get there?" Chubby shrugs and looks at me. The student volunteer says, "I'll go in my car. You follow me." So he's useful after all.
The four of us walk around the corner to the lavatory as two pale faced, sick looking baseball players are coming out the door. The taller one mumbles to Danny, "Rob can't get up so we came to get help." I tell Danny and the volunteer, "You guys get these two to the hospital. My brother and I will get Rob." The volunteer guy and Danny help the sick ballplayers as Chubby and I go into the lavatory. Chubby mutters, "Uh oh, somebody's shit themselves." I go, "Chubby! This isn't funny." He says, "I'll say," making a face because the smell of shit and vomit combines to make a singularly unpleasant odor. One I won't likely forget for awhile. I see Robby's feet under one of the stall's door and try the door expecting it to be locked, but it isn't and the door swings open. Robby's sitting on the toilet, his face literally white as a sheet. Chubby and I look at each other like, 'Whoa!'. I say, "Rob, we're taking you to the hospital." His eyes come up and he nods his head a tiny bit. I blow out an long exhale, puffing out my cheeks, then go into the stall and ask, "Can you stand?" Robby mumbles, "Help me up." I lift under both his arm and he stands, mumbling, "My ass," and I glance at Chubby, who's shaking his head back and forth. With Chubby supporting Robby now, I grab a fistful of toilet paper and wipe Robby's ass dropping the wad in the toilet's disgusting brown water, but fortunately I don't see noticeable chucks. Eewww! Grabbing another wad of toilet paper I do it again, then flush the toilet and pull Robby's pants up.
We walk Robby down the hall where the volunteer student says, "The other guys are getting in their car. Mine's right outside the door, a blue Subaru. Follow me when you get him in your car. We'll wait for you." I mutter, "Thanks, man." Chubby and I sort of drag Robby to the pickup, then while putting him in the front seat, I say, "I can take care of this from here, Chubby. I'll drop you off at the entrance to the apartments on the way." He says, "No, I'll go with you." Chubby slides Robby over to the middle of the bench seat and gets in. I go around and get in the driver's seat. Robby's between us, but he lags over against Chubby. I start the engine feeling a little scared because this is new to me. I've only known one person with food poisoning and it was Willie that time in Key West, and that was pretty bad. I have no idea how serious Robby's food poisoning is, but I remember the doctor being concerned about Willie. As we wait in the idling pickup behind the blue Subaru, Chubby gets a text, then says, "Fuck! You better drop me off after all. John Beverly just reminded me we're having a test in our once a week class. The one we have on Wednesdays. I forgot about all about it and I gotta study." Then he says, "No, better yet I'll get out here and walk to John Beverly's dorm. It's just two buildings over and you need to follow this car." I ask, "You sure?" and he nods, mumbling, "Yeah," and he gets out, then slides Robby over so he can lean against the door. Steadying Robby, Chubby says, "Good luck, bro. If anything comes up and you need me, text and I'll come running." As he closes the door carefully, I nod as a car drives behind us. I toot my horn and off we go following the volunteer. Robby's trying to get himself sitting straight, as I'm asking, "What the fuck 'd you eat, Robby?" He moans, "I'm so lightheaded and thirsty, Dylan. Um, I'm not sure what I ate that caused this." I say, "We'll find out at the hospital. Compare what you and the other two sick guys ate that Danny and the other guy didn't eat." Robby says, "It's probably that fucking chicken taco I bought from a street vender." Yuck! I've never had a taco from a street vender in my life, and after this I never will. It's only a ten minute ride to the hospital and as soon as I get Robby inside the emergency room's front door he needs to use the bathroom. I go with him as the other guys are checking in at the admissions desk.
Robby stumbles into one of the stalls in the lavatory and I lean against a sink, soon hearing the disturbing sound of Robby's case of diarrhea. That stops when he says, "Oh fuck!" and after shuffling his feet he starts throwing up. Gross! The smell is horrible. Right after throwing up he staggers out of the stall holding his unbuttoned and unzipped cargo pants halfway up his thighs, his junk swinging in the breeze as he stumbles into the stall next to the one he threw up in. I venture over and peek in the first stall seeing he missed the toilet and hit the seat when he threw up. Backing away from that, I ask, "Can I help you with anything, Robby? What can I do?" He mutters, "I'm done for now," and a minute later the door opens. I've never seen him so pale. I go over and put my arm around his waist helping him over to one of the sinks. Grabbing a paper towel and wetting it I wipe his mouth, then he washes his hands and cups some water from the faucet and drinks some, then gargles and spits it out. As we're leaving the lavatory one of his sick teammates comes in, mumbling, "This sucks, Rob," and Robby says, "Use the end stall, Mickey. The other two are fucked-up." On our way to the front desk, he mumbles, "I'm burning up, Dylan." I put my hand on his forehead and it does feel hot. Robby and I sit down at the front check-in desk and I help him answer some questions and then get his healthcare insurance card from his wallet. He seems very weak and a little disoriented. We give his symptoms as fever, weakness, light headedness, diarrhea and vomiting with stomach pains and cramping. The nurse says, "Well, you just listed classic symptoms for food poisoning, and by the look of him he's dehydrated too. What'd ya eat?" She so blasé about it, like it's no big deal. Robby takes a deep breath, "Oh man, I had that chicken taco from a street cart, and a..." She cuts him off, "Bingo! That's what the other two boys said they ate. Salmonella from improperly cooked chicken is the cause of this little distress you're experiencing. Have a seat over there and someone will call your name shortly." Little distress?!
We sit down next to Danny Monday, who looks worried but I'm sure he's glad he's not sick. He isn't sick because he didn't eat the salmonella infected taco. Just to be sure, I ask, "Did you have the chicken taco, Danny?" He shakes his head, "No, I don't eat anything from push cart venders and I told Rob not to. The guys called me a pussy, but I ain't sick, am I?" I'm sorta on Danny's wavelength with that. I've always been suspicious of the health code violations that could be assessed food cart venders. I mean, look at the bums cooking the food. They might have some health violations on their person. They collect money and prepare the food with the same bare hands they wipe the sweat from their face with or run their fingers through their dirty hair with. No thank you! I'm not talking about food truck venders here, but rather the guys pushing carts. I prefer if there are unhealthy, unsafe sanitation problems, they be hidden from me behind the closed doors of restaurant kitchens, not out on display. Plus, restaurant's and food trucks have health inspectors.
We've been sitting here for ten minutes or so when a middle age man with a pitch-black beard, carrying a clipboard, calls for, "Bernard Childress," and one of Robby's ill teammates staggers up and follows the limping orderly through a door that says, 'Medical Personnel Only'. Robby's slouched in the chair with his eyes closed taking short quick breaths. I look at Danny Monday, saying to him in a serious manner, "Ya know, Danny, when I let Robby out to play with you I expect you to take better care of him than this bullshit. He never gets food poisoning when he's with me." He frowns, not sure what to say, and who could blame him. I was trying for a little levity. He finally sputters, "I told him not to get the fuckin' taco." I nod, giving him a 'hard' look, muttering, "Just saying..." What an asshole I am, heh heh. Danny's okay, I'm just fuckin' with him. The same limping orderly is now calling out for, "Michael Banks," and the guy Robby called, Mickey, gets up, looking like hell, and follows the orderly through the same door.
Glancing at the side of Robby's face, I'm thinking, 'What a beautiful profile my boyfriend has'. He also has a pale mustache on his upper lip that's just started growing out from when he shaved yesterday, and some chin hairs too. Holy shit, as if he isn't sexy enough already! Be still my heart! Gazing around the room I spot a hot looking young Hispanic orderly with an awesome ass. He's picking up a clipboard, reading it, then calls out, in a cute Hispanic-accented voice, "Robert Dickers, please." I raise my hand and he comes over, saying to me, "This way, please." I point at, and nudge Robby, who dozed off, and the cute orderly leans over saying to Robby, "Let me get a wheelchair for you, Robert." His head is right there close to me, so I stare at his face. Jeez, he's cute. Looking at his name tag, it reads, 'Tyler Highbridge' which is a cool name somehow, but not one I'd normally associate with a young hot Hispanic guy. I mean, 'Tyler'? Robby mutters, "I don't need a wheelchair," and he stands up with Tyler gripping Robby's arm steadying him. They go through the same door as the others and I almost wish Tyler was taking care of me. Might be worth a little food poisoning. Huh!
The student volunteer from the medical clinic at Merrimack comes over to Danny Monday and me, "Can you guys take it from here. Do you know your way back?" Danny says, "Yeah, thank, Ben," and I go, "You've been a big help, dude," and we bump fists. Ben mumbles, "That's my job, ya know. Glad to help," and off he goes. Danny asks, "Do you think Ben's gay?" I shrug, "I don't know, but he's probably not. Most guys aren't." Danny says, "Um, were you serious about blaming me for Rob getting sick?" I chuckle, "No, I was pulling your chain, jesus, man, get real!" I don't really feel like talking. It's upsetting seeing Robby so weak and ill. Luckily Danny doesn't feel like talking either. We sit here for a half hour watching the steady flow of people coming in who need some kind of medical attention. This isn't the same emergency room Ryan went to this morning or I'd try to see if I could find out exactly why he needed an emergency room. After a while I get to wondering what the fuck is up with Tyler and my boyfriend so I go to the information desk and ask, "How long might it take to treat someone with food poisoning? My friend came in forty-five minutes ago." The lady says, "It could take various amounts of time, maybe an overnight stay depending on circumstances." Well that cleared up absolutely nothing. Sitting back down next to Danny, I tell him what the lady said, and he goes, "Not too informative, was she." I mumble, "Fucking hospitals," which is merely a general statement of frustration. To hospital personnel everything becomes a ho-hum routine and nothing special, but to the individual patients it a big deal as well as to the people who care about the patient, like me.
I'm looking for Tyler now because maybe he can tell me something, and I wouldn't mind getting another look at him too. Then the Mickey kid comes out carrying a pamphlet and sits on the other side of Danny, saying, "Food poisoning. It was definitely that fucking taco alright! The three of us had the same thing." I lean over, asking, "What about, Rob?" He says, "I didn't see him in there. Who the fuck are you anyway? Giving orders and..." I go, "I'm Rob's fucking roommate, and what charm school did you flunk out of?" He goes, "Charm school? What the fuck..." and Danny, looking at his watch, asks Mickey, "Did they say anything about how long the others will be?" Mickey's staring at me, and oh goodie I've made another enemy. Then he mumbles, "Nah, Danny, they don't tell you shit back there." He holds up the pamphlet, "This tells me what to do and what not to do. The nurse took my vital signs and asked me a lot of questions. I only ate half that disgusting taco so I didn't get it as bad as the others. I'm beat though and can't wait to get to bed." I say, "Take him home, Danny. I'll wait for the other two." He looks at the door Mickey came through, then at me, saying, "Um, will you text me about, uh, the other two guys so I don't worry? And if you need help with anything let me know." I mutter, "Yeah, sure." He stands, saying, "I'll get Mick to his dorm and then I can come back if you need me." I nod, bumping fist with him and Mickey nods at me as they leave. Maybe he's not my enemy now that he got what he wanted, which is to get out of here. Thanks to me he can get to bed.
Five minutes after they leave, the orderly known as, Tyler, comes over and sits next to me. "Your, Dylan, right?" I nod and he says, "Your roommate, Robert, is dehydrated and is receiving intravenous fluids. We're keeping him
overnight for observation. He ask that I tell you," and he pats my shoulder, asking, "The other boy, did he leave?" I go, "Yeah, five minutes ago," and he says, "Oh, the third boy, Bernard, will be released any minute now and he was expecting a ride back to college." I say, "Sure, Tyler, I'll give him a ride." He gives me a cute smile and another pat on the shoulder, mumbling,"You're a good friend," and I grab his arm, keeping him here, asking him, "Ah, I was wondering, Tyler, how'd you decide to be a hospital orderly?" He smiles again, friendly as all get out, "Oh, my mother's a doctor, but I don't have the brains for that, so," and he shrugs, "Orderly's what I wind-up as." He stands and says, "Bernard should be out any moment now." I ask, "Can I see Rob?" and as he walks away, he says over his shoulder, "Check with the front desk, but I don't believe he's been assigned a room yet." He's going over for another clipboard. Unfortunately, it's obvious to me Tyler's not gay, but he's a cool straight guy. Straight guys are cool too. As I'm waiting to again try getting a straight answer from the front desk, Bernard comes out looking around. I call to him and he comes over as the lady's checking her computer screen, then she says, "Robert Dickers is in room 208, but visiting hours are over. Next, please," and a frantic woman behind me elbows me out of the way. I do an exaggerated, "Well, excusssse me." Fuckin' rude!
Calming down, I say to Bernard, "I'll be two minutes, Bernard. Can you wait for me over there in one of those chairs? I'll be right back to drive you to your dorm. I'm Dylan Newman, by the way." He frowns, so I add, "I'm one of Rob's roommates." Bernard's very weak-looking, mumbling, "Yeah, okay, sure. Thanks." I wander over to the elevators and get on one going to the second floor where I assume room 208 is located, but I find I was wrong to make that assumption. This is the cancer ward. I ask a nurse, "Where's room 208?" She says, "Building B," and hurries off. Hmmm, where the fuck's building B? Back on the ground floor I look around and see a sign pointing down a corridor indicating, 'Elevators for B' which I assume means building B, and I follow the arrows and eventually find building B on the opposite side of the hospital. Hopefully Bernard's the patient type. There's steps up so I take then two at a time and find room 208, which is occupied in one of the beds by a African American man receiving intravenous something or other. The other bed is empty. Robby's not here yet and I can't wait because I've got to give Bernard a ride, and who the fuck names their baby, Bernard? I say, "Excuse me, sir... excuse me," and the man opens his eyes, saying, "Yes?" I go, "My boyfr..., um, my roommate from Merrimack will be sharing this room eventually. At least that's what I'm told. I'm Dylan, hi." The man nods, as I add, "Would you tell him when he gets here that I'll be back to see him in a half hour. I'd appreciate that. His name's Rob." He nods his head again, "Sure, I'll be glad to. Lets see, um, Dylan will be back to see Rob in a half hour." I go, "Thank you,"and hurry back to get Bernard. It takes like ten minutes going through the maze of corridors. I find him dozing in the chair I left him in. Odd that food poisoning makes you tired.
Bernard can walk okay so I tell him I'll meet him right outside the front door as soon as I can drive the pickup there. He nods, mumbling, "Yeah, thanks." He's apparently already forgotten my name, the ungrateful... never mind. He doesn't talk during the short ride to Merrimack, which I'm grateful for. Then he tells me where his dorm is. Dropping him off at the front door, I ask, "Do you need some help getting to your room?" He waves his hand at me, saying, "I gotta take a shit," and that's the last I see of him as he disappears inside. Huh, not real grateful, is he? Okay, now I'll drive back and see Robby. Driving back I'm worried about why Robby's the only one who needs to stay overnight. Bernard ate the whole taco, but he's sent home with the same pamphlet Mickey had. The pamphlet telling them what to eat and drink until the salmonella, or whatever, leaves their body. So why not give Robby a pamphlet too? Driving back I conjure up worse case scenarios until I make myself stop doing that. Back at the hospital I go in a different door, the one on the other side of the hospital, and right inside are another set of steps leading up to the second floor of building B. As soon as I get on the floor I'm stopped by an officious nurse, "Where do you think you're going?" She's very large and leaning in towards me intimidating. I say, "Well, it's like this, I'm suppose to pickup a patient who's being released tonight and give him a ride home. He's been very sic...." She moves her hand fast back and forth in front of my face to cut me off, just missing my nose, saying, "Bullshit! Patients are released at the front desk and never at night. Get your ass back down those stairs before I call security." I go, "Yes, ma'am," and go down the steps, wait two minutes and go back up cautiously looking for the pit-bull nurse. No one is in the corridor and then I see an clipboard on a table in an alcove with couches, probably for visiting patients here rather than their room, during visiting hours only of course. Picking up the clip board, gawking at it. Huh, it looks like a patient's record. Glancing quickly up and down the corridor, and not seeing anyone, I bring the clipboard with me as I walk towards room 208 like I belong here. Around the corner two people begin walking towards me so I study my clipboard. As I'm passing the couple, who appear to be a doctor and a nurse, I nod, mumbling, "Good evening," and keep right on going. They both look at me frowning, but don't say anything. Perhaps it's my clothes and youthful appearance that's confusing them.
Opening the door to room 208 I see Robby's in bed and when he sees me a big smile breaks out on his face and on mine too. He motions for me to come over to his bed. Putting the clipboard on a chair, a glance tells me the other occupant of the room is awake, so I nod at him. Then, at the head of Robby's bed I lean over to kiss him, but he turns his head putting his hand over his mouth, muttering, "Foul breath, babe," so I kiss his forehead. The black man stares at us, but says nothing. I glance at the curtain that separates the two beds, but don't close it because that'd be rude. Anyway, Robby and I could be brothers, right? I wipe Robby's bangs off his forehead feeling it at the same time. He's still feverish. I say, "Your hairs getting long, Rob, and you feel hot." He says, "I've got a fever and I'm dehydrated. I've also had the runs and I've thrown up three times. Other than that, I'm still not feeling too good at all. I feel real tired and lethargic." He nods at the tube from a plastic container hanging next to him, the tube ends at the back of his left hand where a needle enters a vein. Robby explains, "They're replacing lost fluids from my vomiting and diarrhea, which I was doing for about three long hours earlier, but nothing for the last hour. They say the I.V. fluids need to drip slowly over a three or four hours period so that's why I need to stay over night."I say, "Did they give you Pepto-Bismol to stop the diarrhea?" He shakes his head, "Nah, the doctor said no anti-diarrhea medicine because my body is cleaning out the salmonella it's own way. Unpleasant as it is for me, it's suppose to be the most effective way."
I'm like, "What do we need to do when you're back in the apartment, you know, to help you get better?" He points to a pamphlet laying on the bedside table, the same one other two guys had when they left. Robby says, "No solid
food until at least tomorrow night and then no spicy food or, um, I forget what else, but it's in that thing on the table. I'm not the least bit hungry anyway." I nod, and he adds, "It says to sip clear liquids like water, or chicken broth, or non-carbonated soft drinks like flat ginger ale. Rest mostly, and just wait until I feel better. That's about it." I nod my head, "So you're definitely staying all night?" He goes, "Yeah, because I've got a fever and dehydration they're keeping me here for the night. None of the other two guys had a fever or were especially dehydrated like lucky me. I'll text you when I get released tomorrow. Don't tell my parents though, okay? They'll make a big fuss over it and I don't need to deal with that, not feeling like I do." I nod my head again, "Okay, sure thing, Rob," and a nurse comes in, and says to me, "What the...? You can't be in here." I'm like, "Why not?" She laughs, "Rules, darling, rules." I go, "Oh, that," and she laughs again, then goes to the man in the other bed and starts taking his temperature and going through the vital signs check up. With a grin, I ask Robby, "What'd ya think of, Tyler Highbridge?" Robby grins, "Heh, heh, yeah, I had to lean on him a lot, being all weak and everything." I grin back, "I almost went out for a chicken taco myself so he could take care of me." The nurse goes, "Shoo you! Visiting hours are nine to nine every day. See your
brother tomorrow." Robby mutters, "Brother," and we grin at each other, as I mumble, "The Bobbsy Twins." Robby and I slap hands, then shake, "I'll see ya in the morning, Rob," he nods, "Thanks for the visit, babe." I shrug and grin, then back out of the room, give a little wave and turn to walk back the way I came hoping I don't run into the bull dyke who chased me out the first time.
As I'm walking towards the alcove I see two nurses talking there. One nurse says to the other, "I left his clipboard records right here on this table." I say, "Oh, excuse me, but I saw a very large nurse pick up a clipboard about fifteen minutes ago. She went that way." The hefty nurse mutters to the other one, "It's that bitch, Bee," then to me, "Thank you, but, um, what are you doing in here?" I say, "Delivering flowers to room 212. I work for Boseley florist, why?" They look at each other, the shorter nurse says, "You're supposed to deliver the flowers downstairs. We take it from there." I slap my forehead, "Dumb! I'm new on the job. Have a nice night." They walk off then, I supposed to look for that bitch, Bee. Going down the steps, I'm thinking, 'Oh man, it's going to seem odd sleeping alone tonight'. Getting into the pickup that's right next to the front door I'm congratulating myself for having the common sense to park this close to the door in a 'DOCTOR ONLY' parking space. Driving to the apartment I'm thinking it's been a long busy day, most of which was good. Then at the apartment, after a shower, I text Danny telling him Robby's status, then go to bed completely alone as Chubby's still studying with John Beverly and my true love boyfriend' in the hospital. Wait, I just had a thought: maybe Robby will be too weak to have our study group tomorrow. Always a silver lining if you search hard enough for one.
In the morning I hear Chubby muttering away in the living room. Listening closely it's not muttering, he's reciting facts he expects on his test today. I roll over and go back to sleep. My cell phone ringing wakes me this time. I grab it off the bedside table and see a couple of texts from Robby saying he's ready to leave the hospital. The caller ID shows a certain Rob Dickers is calling. Fuck, I overslept. "Hi, Robby, sorry I overslept." He goes, "No problem, Dylan, I'm just checking out now. Can you pick me up?" I go, "Absolutely! I'll be there in fifteen minutes." After I complete a quick series of bathroom necessities, I leave without coffee or anything. It's closer to twenty minutes since the phone call before I'm walking into the hospital's emergency room. No Robby. The lady at the information desk, a different one from last night, tells me that out-patient releases are always from the main entrance. She tells me that implying any fool knows where hospital releases occur. I give her a dead eyed stare but it's wasted on her as she says, "Next," and I hop out of the way to avoid getting elbowed again.
I get in the pickup and drive to the other side of this huge hospital complex, find a parking spot in a 'no parking' zone, and run up the steps just as Robby's walking out the front door. He's carrying a plastic bag of something. He goes, "Dylan!" and we hug and kiss with Robby holding up the bag, explaining, "They gave me this plastic container with all sorts of toiletry items so I got to brush my teeth and gargle this morning." As we go down the steps, I ask, "How are you feeling?" He shrugs, "Wiped out, hollow, sore. I've still got some cramping, but no diarrhea this morning. No nothing in that regard. Just as well, my asshole is fucking sore." I go, "How do you think mine feels all the time?" He grins rubbing my head and then we hug again at the bottom of the steps. I drive us to a convenience store for chicken stock and ginger ale, then to the apartment. Robby sips warned-up chicken broth at the kitchen counter making a face. He says, "It doesn't taste good and I'm not hungry anyway, but I'm supposed to get a lot of liquids in me today. He looks beat up. I ask him, "How about a bath?" He says, "That sounds awesome. Are you gonna help me?" I go, "Yep. Wait here until I get the tub filled." I leave him sipping chicken broth as I go in the bathroom and take off my sweatshirt, but leave my Merrimack tee-shirt on. Then I scrub the tub with bathroom cleaner and rinse it out really well. Huh, it shines for the first time since we first moved in. Maybe we should consider cleaning this tub once in awhile.
Filling the tub with hot water, then getting towels, washcloth, shampoo, and bath gel I put the stuff where I can't reach everything and go get Robby.
He's laying on the sofa half asleep. I'm rubbing his hair off his forehead, hair long enough to cover his eyes, quietly asking, "Ready for your bath, Rob?" His eyes open, "Yeah, I almost fell asleep here. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night between Arnold's snoring and nurses coming in every hour to take vital signs. Man, I'm tired." I say, "Whine, whine, whine," as I'm helping him up. He chuckles, then says, "Your bedside manner needs some work." In the bathroom I help him get undressed, then help him into the tub. He goes, "Oh, this water is really hot," but he sites down in the water and lays against the rounded end of the tun facing the faucet where I've attached the long hose. The spray end I'll use for rinsing. The short hose for this spray attachment I use in the sink for shampoos. Warm water continues to run out of the spray head keeping the bath water warm. "Close your eyes, while I wet your hair," I hold the spray over of his head wetting his hair and then drop the spray head and let it and the hose float on top of the water. Squeezing shampoo from the plastic shampoo bottle, I work it into his hair, asking, "How long are going to let your hair grow out, Rob?" He says, "I told you, until I can wear it in a short ponytail like Tracy's. I think that looks cool." I go, "Huh, you used to want us to have the same haircut," and he says, "Yeah, when we were kids." I nod my head, not sure I like the ponytail idea all that much. I go, "Yeah, it looks kinda cool, but what about the fact I like giving you haircuts?" He does a little laugh, "You'll still be my barber, babe, ponytails need cutting at times too." I pull a fistful of his hair, "Oops, sorry," and he laughs a little more, then looks at me, "You're such a spoiled brat, Dylan, and I pray to God you never change," so I pull his hair again. "Ow!" then, "On second thought I could use a trim today." I mutter, "That's more like it."
It's a long leisurely shampoo with a lot of head and shoulder massaging in between running my fingers through his hair and all the shampoo suds. Robby
relaxes until he closes his eyes and becomes completely docile in the warm bath water. There's a constant gurgling sound as water drains out the overflow valve and that, plus subtle splashing water sounds are all we hear. No more talking. I'm holding the spray over his head again, this time rinsing shampoo from his hair until it's completely rinsed out. Then I pour bath gel on a wet washcloth and quietly say, "Keep your eyes and mouth closed, Robby, I'm going to wash your face now." He murmurs, "Aah, my boyfriend called me 'Robby' again." I go, "You'll get soap in your mouth, if you keep talking." He chuckles and then closes his mouth tightly and I wash his face, ears, and neck and then rinse off the suds. His wet eyelashes look sexy somehow so I lean down and kiss his wet lips. Robby's arm, dripping with water, goes around the back of my neck holding my face to his as we do a long lovers kiss with our tongues moving against one another. I feel my dick wake up and move in my shorts. When we break the kiss, I say, "I love you so much," and he kisses my lips again, then murmurs, "Not as much as I love you," and he takes his arm from the back of my neck leaving water running down from my neck into the collar of my tee-shirt.
Taking his hand I hold out his arm and wash all around it and under his armpit, then let his hand and arm slip down into the bath water. Doing the same with his other arm as Robby stares at my face, a little smile on his lips. Finished his other arm I let go of it and my eyes meet his for a few seconds. We stare into each others eyes and I sense the deep connection between us, the bond we've forged together over the years learning about each other and falling in love. More like puppy love at first, but it grew and grew through trial an error until now we have a loving unbreakable bond. One that's fully aware of our lack of perfection and completely willing to work through the imperfections without malice or resentment until we discover the secret that allows us to forget all others and be each other's exclusive lover. We've learned patience with each other even as our love grows. Robby quietly says, as if reading my mind, "We'll get there someday Dylan, you and me together forever." I nod my head, "At least for forever," and put more gel on the washcloth. As I'm washing his back with my face close to his, he lifts my chin with a finger under it and we do another long kiss as water soaks the top part of my tee-shirt. After the kiss we say nothing and I wash his strong shoulders then rub the soapy palm of my hand slowly over his shoulder and down his right bicep feeling the hard muscle there, then down his arm to his wrist, then hold his hand under water and we kiss again silently. We look into each others eyes as I wash his chest and stomach. It's dreamily hypnotizing washing Robby like this and I let myself feel submissive to him making my cock get tight and goosebumps come up on my arms. I almost moan from the delicious feeling drifting into my head and sliding over my brain.
Taking a deep breath while putting more gel on the washcloth, then picking up his foot at the other end of the tub, I hold it up, the heel in the palm of my hand, and wash his foot using the washcloth in my other hand. Dropping the washcloth in the water, I rub his foot with my bare hand cleaning between his toes and rubbing my fingers along the arch of his foot. A beautiful foot too. My arm goes into the bath water to grab the washcloth again and I use it to wash his leg slowly, looking at the nice muscle definition in his calf, then wash over his knee and down his thigh to his groin. Dropping the washcloth again, I run my hand around his cock and ball. Robby gasps, then quietly says, "Get in here with me." A quick look into his eyes and I kick my sneakers off, lift my leg and step into the bathtub. Water splashes out of the tub onto the floor. More water hits the floor when my other foot hits the bottom of the tub and I stand in the tub, my feet on either side of his legs. I look down at him with the lap of my jeans poking out in front by my hard cock. Robby stares back at me, then murmurs, "Sit down why don't ya." I sit right down sending a couple of gallons of water out of the tub onto the floor.
We look at each other with little smirks on our faces as Robby wiggles his finger for me to get closer. I get on my knees and wade up to him, water splashing all over the place, and sit on his thighs. He reaches in the water and unbuttons and unzips my jeans and tugs them down as far as he can get them. Going up on my knees he pulls my jeans down further, then my underpants. My cock is fairly hard leaning to the left. He takes it in his hand, leans down and puts it in his mouth to suck and tongue on the head before taking more of my cock in his mouth. Lips sucking and tongue licking the top half of the shaft. My face scrunches up as I go, "Aaah, umm," my hands holding onto his shoulders. Maybe a minute of sucking and licking before he slides my boner out of his mouth on his tongue. It flaps up tight against my belly. Robby says, "Stand up, baby, so I can get those wet jeans off you." I stand and he works them down to my feet as I look over his shoulder at the tube of lubricant I got out last night for Frankie. It's on the little table at the end of the tub behind Robby. Leaning over, my cock hitting Robby's cheek, I squeeze a lot of lube on my finger and rub it on my asshole, and then inside my rectum pushing quite a bit in there. Getting fucked in water can be tricky, but the lube will eliminate most of the trickiness. Robby grins, "Convenient," he mutters, then says, "Lift your foot," so I do and he takes off my sock off and tosses it over the side of the tub. I hear it "Splat" wetly on the floor, then the other one follows and Robby works my wet jeans off one foot and then the other. Harder job than you might think with everything wet. He looks up, "Your tee-shirt, Dylan," so I pull it over my head and drop it with my water drenched jeans on the wet bathroom floor.
Robby takes a deep breath because that exercise took a lot of effort considering his weakened condition. He murmurs, "Have a seat, babe." I slowly go down on my knees, chest to chest with Robby. We wrap our arms around the back of each others neck and do a slow sweet kiss and then our tongues join in for a bit of a sloppy aroused kiss that lasts a minute or so before I reach down behind me and get his boner in my fingers. It's a nice four inch fat boner, a very hard one I must say, but then mine is too. Lowering my ass to the head of his cock, I line it up and sit on it slightly, just spreading the lips of my asshole. We both inhale, "Ooh," Robby's staring into my eyes, licking his lips with the tip of his pink, deliciously tongue. I want a taste so I sit a little further down and the head of his cock slides tightly past my sphincter as I lean into him and our lips connect, then my tongue is in his mouth and, "Mmmmm." from me. Robby's arms are around my back as we exchange spit, moving our heads rubbing our noses together. Keeping my mouth on his I slowly sit down further on his hard fat cock. My eyes close tightly as I lick inside Robby's mouth moaning at the awesome sensations sizzling inside me as his fat cock travels slowly up my ass spreading the walls of my rectum, sliding against my prostate button giving me chills and shudders of delicious sexual arousal. Robby whole body seems to shudder with him moaning, "Aaaah," into my mouth. We stop kissing and concentrate on his cock going up my ass until I groan, sitting all the way down on his thighs, then leaning over further with my lips sliding off his and my forehead going on his shoulder. Robby rubs up the back of my head holding it against him, his lips next to my ear as he murmurs, "Ecstasy, baby. This is ecstasy." He rocks me side to side a little in the water causing more water to slush over the rim of the tub and splash on the floor as Robby's cock moves almost in perceptively one way then the other against my rectum walls. I moan, "Ooooh, mmmm, Robby, it feels so good." He rubs up the back of my head again and hugs me with his other arm, murmuring, "I love you like life itself, Dylan. A love that's too deeply felt for me to describe. The intensity of my love for you frightens me at times like this."
I gulp, gasping for breath, my heart going pitter-patter, my ears hearing his words of love, my olfactory glands smelling his scent, my flesh feeling his arms caressing me and even better than that his hard cock inside me dominating my world. Robby and me are in an enormous ocean forever connected together in our own private universe of sexual pleasure and shared love, a love like the philosophers and poets have tried to articulate since the beginning of time. Robby and I know what they've been trying to say although we too can't put it into words, we just know 'it' and that's enough. I lift my butt up, up, up creating sexual sensations bursting into life within me, the greatest pleasure human kind can experience... sex with someone you love. The head of his engorged cock pulls out the lips of my anus almost pulling out altogether until I relax a bit and lower my ass down, down, down with nerve endings going wild firing off their signals of sexual pleasure just the way billions of years of evolution instructed them to do. The evolution intended for procreation, but we've subverted that for our needs since evolution has also created us, us who weren't probably expected but here we are adapting the best way we can to share in the miracle of sex.
Robby and I do a mutual shudder and I begin a steady up and down movement, his hard penis giving me sexual pleasure beyond description and my rectum returning the favor until it's our entire world. Nothing else matters for this brief few minutes of our lives, nothing except the mutual pleasure of each other's body. The water splashes around us but we aren't aware of it because we only know the feel of each other and the center of the universe is inside me. I'm riding his hard cock faster and faster unable to resist the roaring orgasm building inside me. Robby moans, hugging me to him tightly and then it's on him too, that irresistible urge to climax and he starts humping his hips up at my ass as I'm coming down on his cock We get frantic and wildly fuck each other until, "Aaaaah!" I pull myself away from Robby, my back arching and I thrust forward as cum streaks from my cock, blunted from going far by the water. My body convulses as another stream of cum shoots into the bath water. Robby's legs get straight and stiff with him violently shuddering as he humps up off the bottom of the tub making gasping wheezy noises, then sliding down in the water shooting his seed up my ass. We both are stiff, holding our breath as spasms jerk our stiff bodies the way only the sensations of climax can, the explosion of sensations too large to comprehend at the crescendo of climax. Then all too soon it begins drifting away as we shudder together and then our bodies begin to relax leaving us both in a dazed state of mind for a few moments before one last body shudder as we let out held breaths together and hug each other dizzy with the memory of our latest climax, each one our favorite at that split second when our orgasm peaks. Quiet moans is what I hear as my brain clears. As always the
enormous energy of climax leaves me feeling weak for a few seconds, but at the same time there's a warm luscious feeling of contentment too, a contentment like no other. It drifts away too leaving behind a the wonderful sense of being sexually satisfied for the moment.
Water slushes around me as Robby moans and tries sitting back up against the end of the tub. I help by getting back up on my knees and off his legs. His cock pulls out of me making us both gasp again and then I see our cum floating in the water. Robby blinks a few times fast, then shakes his head before smiling at me, mumbling, "That was the nicest thing that's happened to me since the last time we did this together. What's it called again?" I say, "I believe the technical term is fucking." He goes, "Ah yes, that's it. I even forgot for awhile how lousy I feel, you know, while we were sharing that experience together." We smirk at each other, actually quite pleased with ourselves. He asks, "Do you suppose others can do this fucking thing as well as we do it?" I go, "Hard to imagine." We grin at each other, then kiss and I get out of the tub, saying, "I believe I still need to wash your leg and do your private parts." He goes, "Do you remember which leg?" I'm like, "Why yes, it's that one over there." Robby lifts his right leg and I hold the heel of his foot in the palm of my hand washing it and then washing his leg. We're quiet again as I put gel on the washcloth, telling him, "Hands and knees if you don't mind." Robby slushes more water out of the tub getting on his hands and knees so I can wash his groin area, concentrating mostly on his cock and balls of course. Lastly his buttocks and asshole. As he sits back down smiling, I pull the plug, then get in the tub again pulling the shower curtain around us.
After helping Robby up I pull the little gizmo on the bathtub's faucet and switch the water flow to the shower head. We hug under the cascading water rinsing our bodies until the water becomes luke warm. I turn it off and help Robby out of the tub. He murmurs, "That was very special, Dylan, thank you so much, but I don't think I've ever been this tired." I'm wiping my ass with a dry washcloth getting the last of Robby's spunk that drooled out of me, saying, "I'll dry you, Robby. Just sit on the toilet seat cover. He doesn't argue so he must really be tired. I dry his body and then use the hair dryer to finish drying his longish blond hair. I let Robby sit there while I quickly dry myself and then, with my arm around his waist, help him get in bed. He's too tired to talk as I get in bed with him, pull the covers over us and wrap him in my arms. I think he was asleep before I wrapped him in my arms, but I stay in bed enjoying the feel of his body for almost an hour. I may have dozed off myself, but wake up hearing a cellphone ringing. Getting out of bed I go in the bathroom and get my cellphone off the little table in there, but it's not my phone that's ringing. Where's Robby's cellphone? I find it in his pants on the floor. Called ID shows 'D. Monday' so I answer, "Hi, Danny," and he asks about Robby and wants to know if the study group is still happening. I fill him in on Robby's condition, which explains why I answered his phone, and then make a management decision, telling him, "No study group today, Danny. Rob will probably have a make-up study group tomorrow or Friday." Danny says he'll tell the other two baseball players, the ones who were going to be joining us.
Done with that conversation I'm looking around the bathroom and it's a mess. Okay, fuck it, I'll do some cleaning. First I get all the wet clothes off
the floor, then use the sponge mop to get the water off the floor too. It takes many swipes and then ringing out the sponge mop to get a significant amount of water off the floor and into the tub to drain off from there. When the floor tiles shine, I let it dry before using bathroom cleaner to redo the tub, then the sink and finally the toilet leaving everything shining-clean. Nice! A nasty job but I feel good for having done it. The tub looks so clean I take a quick shower in the luke warm water, then get dressed and finally have my morning coffee at eleven-thirty. It's a fairly mild day for once and it's nice having a smoke with my coffee on the balcony. Chubby bops in at noon giving me the victory sign, "I aced that fucking test, bro," and we do a hug with a quick kiss on the lips. He wants to know how Robby's doing so I fill him leaving out the part about fucking in the tub, then he asks, "Ya still wanna eat at Five Guys and then do some Christmas shopping?" I go, "Yep, Robby will sleep most of the day I'll bet, but I'll leave him a note in case he wakes up before we get back." And that's what I do. In Five Guys restaurant, Ryan calls my cellphone. Hmmm?
to be continued Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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