The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fictional setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB
Someone for Doug
Chapter 4
Rich had been joking about `James Hospital for Recovering Leg Injuries', but in less than 24 hours my patient load had doubled. Not that I'm complaining. They were about the best patients anyone could ask to have. I had Doug's first set of treatments done by the time Billy woke up. Rich had pegged it right on the nose about his bruising this morning. His face had several colourful marks as well as the sutured gash over his eyebrow. His chest and ribs showed several specific areas where he had been hit or kicked and the right side of his groin from his navel to his knee was a vast scene of purples, yellow and blues. He was a mess and when I sat and explained then showed him his injuries, even he was shocked.
Billy accepted what was being done for him with thanks and made no demands. Mrs. Frye brought him a tray with breakfast on it and made a fuss over him which seemed to do him a lot of good. I realized he was in need of positive attention and knew his recovery would be accommodated by seeing he received it from all of us. The balance of the morning was spent getting both of my patients set for the rest of the day. Bathing was looked after, beds were changed, Billy was loaned one of my pajama tops, bottoms were left until the swelling had subsided. Ice packs were applied, exercise and massage done and helpful medications were ingested. Both boys took great interest in what was happening to the other. Doug almost fell out of bed once trying to keep track of what was happening with Billy.
By noon when Jim Reynolds and an unexpected visitor stopped in, everyone was polished and squeaky clean. Mrs. Frye admitted the visitors. Jim proceeded in to see Doug and his companion went in and sat in the waiting room.
"Hey, wassup." Jim hailed as he walked toward Doug.
"Likely you, horndog." Doug responded jokingly.
"Could be, could be." Jim agreed. "I don't got all day to sit around jerkin' off like certain other people."
"If you only knew the truth about that." Doug replied wistfully. "Hey, meet my roommate, Bill."
"Hey." Jim said, waving over at Billy. He got a wave back. Jim wondered what was going on but decided not to ask. He made some small talk with Doug and brought him up to date on the latest school gossip.
"Who came in with ya'." Doug asked.
"Well you got to guess." Jim teased. "Who's the very last person you thought would ever come over here to look at your slack body layin' around ?" Doug thought hard and threw out a few tentative names. "You aren't even in the ballpark, Shorty." Jim walked over to the archway and signaled the waiting person should come in. There was some hesitation, with Jim having to convince the visitor to come and very slowly someone came into the room.
It took Doug a moment to recognize the immense form of "Bruiser" Campbell. Instead of his normal attire of soiled jeans and baggy checkered shirt, he wore slacks and a pullover sweater. He looked excellent. Hair was combed and there was a suspicion he had even shaved and washed his face. "Bruiser" was a young man who had moved into town a couple years ago from life on a working farm. The old saw, 'You can take the boy out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy', seemed to live in "Bruiser". An intelligent young man, he appeared to allow himself to fall into and believe the `country hick' stereotype image and constantly lived down to that level. Doug and Jim had never fallen for that line of thinking and had always demanded maximum effort from him, on and off the football field.
"Hey C'. Nice of you to come over to see me." Doug greeted the young man fondly. Doug had never liked the nickname "Bruiser" considering it a negative label and had always referred to his teammate as C', feeling it more intimate than using a last name.
"I wanted to see if you were better." `C' responded to him. "Does it hurt you to be like that." He pointed to the way the casted leg was suspended from the bed frame.
"Naw, that don't hurt at all." Doug told him cheerfully. "It's up there to keep the swelling in my leg down. Now this hip over here. That's the one that's really sore. But only when I laugh, so don't make me laugh," `C'."
"I wouldn't do that to you , Doug." the big guy said with all sincerity.
"Aw, god `C', your makin' me laugh." Doug snorted and chortled. The big boy stood and glared at Doug.
"You're teasin' me, aren't you Doug ?" `C' asked very seriously. "You're the only one who ever does that without trying to make out I'm stupid. That's why I like you. You and Jim."
"I like you too, `C' and you forget about that stupid stuff." Doug assured him. "You're not stupid by any means, you just need to develop your sense of humour."
"You guys are the only ones who are nice to me." `C' stated. He turned slowly and looked at Billy as he lay on the couch watching them, staring at him intensely. "I know you, don't I ?" Billy didn't respond, just looking back at the "Bruiser". "You go to Beckworth and you're on their football team." Billy continued to stare at the immense boy as "C" started moving toward him. "I saw you there. Did you hurt Doug ?"
"No, I didn't hurt Doug." Billy answered `C's' question emphatically as the hulking form loomed over him.. "I wouldn't do something like that and I argued against it when it was planned."
"Have you decided what to do about it ?" I asked. He stopped for a moment and nodded then returned to his task. "Would it be too much for you to tell me what you decided ?" He raised his head.
"I'll tell you later. I'm busy right now." he said and again returned to his task. I sat there patiently, waiting to see what came next. He raised his head again. "Am I the only one here, or are you going to be part of this tonight ?" I thought about it and decided if I went along with what he wanted we wouldn't get anything discussed.
"Talk first, sex later. Come on, I'll make it worth your while." I coaxed. He looked at my cock standing up straight in front of him, wet from the sucking he had been doing.
"Okay," Rich moaned, "as usual I am subject to your desires." he exaggerated his perturbation and rolled over onto his back looking back over his forehead at me.
"Aw, poor baby," I commiserated, "never gets what he wants." We both started to laugh.
"Trouble is," he replied, "I'm use to getting what I want all the time. Maybe you're too good to me."
"I could never be too good to you, my love." I told him as I leaned over and kissed him. "Now tell me what's going on."
"The police have started to investigate the circumstances around Doug being injured." he told me, turning back over and running his tongue from the base of my sac to the head of my staff. Concentrating on what we were discussing was not going to be easy. "Their investigation has been quiet, so there will not be speculation within the community. Billy will likely be interviewed sometime this week." He dove down on my cock again, embedding the head well into his throat. I couldn't help but gasp which just encouraged him.
"My two weeks off work are done Monday." I reminded him. "Doug's hip has almost mended. The help he needs is greatly reduced. Billy is fine. The only reason he is still sleeping on the couch is because he doesn't want Doug to be alone. His bruising has almost faded and he is almost back to normal. It's time for us to have a talk with him about the immediate and long term future." There was a pause in the conversation as he slid back up my shaft and paused at the head to swirl his tongue four or five times. He was starting to rev my engine. He combed his fingers repeatedly through the thick pelt of blonde hair which surrounded my cock and balls.
"We'll do it this weekend." he said. "How is the new infatuation going ?" He leaned down and started tracing the outline of my balls in their tightened sac."
"It's not going to be an infatuation for very long." I informed him. "Dave has asked to continue coming over to do Doug's therapy every afternoon. I think this is getting more serious all the time. He's taken to sitting and waiting for Dave to arrive each afternoon." Rich stopped what he was doing and for the first time since we started talking seemed interested in the conversation.
"You're sure about him then." he asked. "You're sure he's gay and not just experimenting." He pulled himself up and sat next to me, leaning against the head of the bed.
"No, I'm not sure." I responded. "These things have no guarantee, they need to decide for themselves. I know for certain Dave has decided, but I don't know about the kid. If he's going to find out then Dave is a good choice, but I think I should warn Dave, so he isn't hurt too badly if things don't develop." I slid down in the bed and nibbled on Rich's hardened nipple. Now I was encouraged by a gasp and moan.
"Yes, you better prepare him. I don't know about women, but he's never been with a man." he told me. "He told me as much the first night." While he spoke I slid down further and licked a few drops of his sweet clear syrup from his abdomen where it dripped from the end of his hard stick.
"What about his parents. How are they going to react when he shows up with Dave as his 24 year old boyfriend ?" I wanted to know. I caught the head of his wagging dick in my mouth, ran my tongue back and forth through the slit at the end and then dove down to the root.
"You're going to have to talk with your mouth full if you keep doing that." he told me. "Billy's parents have started attending marriage counseling. I don't think they'll be meeting any of his friends for some time. Stop that. You're going to make me cum and I want you in me when that happens." I shifted around between his legs and pulling him down to me, lifted his legs and dove into his pink pucker. "I take it our conversation is over."
It was indeed over. Our words were very quickly replaced by Rich moaning loudly as I worked my muscular tongue over his tight pucker and slowly persuaded it to relax and open. Moving back up to suck on his pliable sac I eased my moistened index finger into him and found his ever ready joy button. More gasps and whimpers gave approval to my efforts as I opened his soft tunnel and orally reclaimed the length of his stiff dick. Lubricating my own stiffy I positioned myself and mounted him pushing into him carefully. A loud groan escaped from both of us as I expanded his tunnel with my throbbing 9" staff. As I hit bottom I leaned in and offered my lips to him. They were accepted and his tongue played with mine lightly as we kissed.
I began the short stroking which we both enjoyed at the beginning and slowly lengthened out the stroke until I was withdrawing and returning 8.5" in repeated drives that elicited grunts from both of us. We had grown accustom to the meaning of the sounds each other made and could adjust our love making until the proper audio indicator signaled the response desired. Rich made a purring sound in his throat when my shaft would slide over his prostate. Once he started purring in regular succession I knew I should be approaching my own climax as Rich would start to soar in very short order.
Rich locked his feet behind me and pulled himself up tight against me with each downward thrust I made. We were both reaching the pinnacle and then it was upon us. I dove as deep as possible into his body as he clasped me with all his might. His hose spurted his liquids cementing us together as I cooled his sheath with my deep sprays. Our minds soared to those heights we had only discovered since our bodies had first become one. As the muscles in our bodies ended their spasms and relaxed we became restful in each other's arms and kissed again expressing the dedication we felt.
"Did Josh talk to you about you and me the next few weeks ?" I asked him. I wanted to know first hand that he was all right with this arrangement.
"Ya. He asked me about it yesterday." Doug responded. "I told him it was fine with me as long as you were okay with it. I got no problem."
"I told them it was okay with me, if you were okay." I assured him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked directly at him. "You know about me, don't you ? You know I'm gay ?"
"I know how you and Dave look at each other." Doug replied. "I know that look, I see it all the time in this house. When are you two going to do something about it ?"
"I don't know what to do." I admitted. "I'm afraid if I do the wrong thing he'll think I'm not interested, or too aggressive or something else and he'll stop coming and I won't see him anymore."
"This is your first time, your first male relationship, isn't it ?" Doug asked. I just nodded. I wanted to talk to Doug. I felt a closeness to him. We had been practically living with each other for nearly two weeks. I had just never had a really close friend and I didn't know how much I should say about my feelings. "Listen I may not have a lot of experience, all I've ever had is the most wonderful, super, terrific blow job in the entire world, but only once. I'm still trying to figure how I feel about the rest of it, but if you want to talk, I'm your man."
"Thanks, Doug. Sometimes just knowing there is someone willing to listen to me is all I need." I told him. "So you're sure it's okay if I look after you for the next few weeks while Josh goes back to work ?"
"Yes. I don't need much looking after, but your company will be very much welcome." he assured me. I heard the sound of the front door opening and realized it was the time Dave arrived to do Doug's massage therapy. I turned slightly and caught sight of him entering the house. A few minutes later Dave came into the room.
"Afternoon, guys." he greeted us.
"How are we feeling today ?" we all said in unison, then everyone started laughing. We all assured each other we were fine.
"Dave, come over and sit on the other side of my bed for a minute, I need to talk to you." Doug said. I started to leave, but Doug grasped me wrist and indicated he wanted me to stay. Dave came over and sat. "Dave, my friend Bill and I were talking. We've been trying to figure out when you are finally going to ask him out." I'm sure that my face went as white as Dave's face went red. I wanted to leave, but Doug continued to hold on to my wrist.
"I......I.....I didn't think he would go out with me." Dave stuttered. He glanced over at me and turned even a brighter red.
"Well he would." Doug asserted. "And did you know he's 19. Legal age. I bet if you took him to a bar you might even be able to get him drunk enough to have your way with him." That did it. Now I'm sure I turned beet red too. "In his mood, one drink should do it." Now I glared at him.
"Doug, I think you've said more than enough." I told him.
"No I haven't." he replied. "Now listen you two. You like each other. You both want to get to know each other. Now set a date and do something about it. How about dinner, tonight ?" Dave looked over at me.
"I'd really like to have dinner with you tonight." Dave said. "Will you ?"
"Yes" I answered. I reached up and pretended to clip Doug on the chin with my fist. "You deserve a good beating, but thanks."
"Don't worry about a beating." Dave said. "I still have his hip massage to do and there are muscles he didn't even know he has, up `til now." We both grinned at Doug evilly.
How do you tell a man that after nearly 40 years of serving mankind his career is about to end and he is going to die ? There are a number of nasty diseases in medicine, but degenerative disorders, those that cause someone's muscles and nerves to stop function so their bodies no longer do what they expect are among the most insidious. Dr. Wilbur Simpkins was sitting in my office and in a few moments I was going to confirm what I believed he already knew, end his career and prepare to watch his life end.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Simpkins." I greeted him as I entered the office.
"I generally expect those who have given me complete physical examinations, know me intimately enough to call me `Wil'." he said. "You are the only man living to fit into that category, so please do so."
"Yes, Sir." I replied. "It would be a privilege."
"Don't feel so honoured, Rich." he responded. "I'm only skin and bone like everyone else, as you are about to tell me."
"Wil, I don't like having to confirm a conclusion I expect you have already summarized." I told him looking straight into his eyes. "You have A.L.S., Lou Gehrig's Disease." He didn't waver from looking back into mine.
"I won't ask if you're sure. I came to you because I knew you would be." he said. "How much longer may I perform surgery ?"
"Yesterday." I answered. I saw a tear form.
"Of course. You are right." he conceded. "Too much risk to my patients. I've been a surgeon all my life. What will I do with myself ? My wife will leave me if she has to put up with me all the time."
"You're still a Doctor." I answered. "There is nothing wrong with your judgment and with proper management you still have some productive time."
"Remember what I told you about being arrogant, stubborn and full of myself. Well it's not an uncommon comment about surgeons." he confided to me. "I haven't dealt with people as people for many, many years. I'm not certain I remember how. And to have to set up a new office practice, it just doesn't seem like something I can do. There is a certain appeal in being able to sit and talk with a person for 5 or 10 minutes and understand who they are, but it wouldn't be fair to build a practice and then leave them floundering because I couldn't keep my commitment to them."
"I like the way you think about people, Wil." I said. "Why don't you take a few days and consider if you would have any desire to come and work here with me on a part-time basis. I am always happy to have my patients served by a good physician and I am sure you recognize there would be other benefits to your being close at hand."
"If you expect me to say `No' out of hand and take you off the hook for making such an offer," he replied, "you made a bad move. I'll think it over and start next Monday. Right now I have to go and rearrange my surgery bookings to get other doctors to replace me."
"Don't back out on me." I told him. "Bring your wife to dinner tomorrow night and we'll all talk further about it."
"Are you sure about this ?" he asked. "I don't want you to do anything you're not sure about." Dave's voice was gentle as he questioned me.
"I'm sure, Dave." I replied. "I want it to be you and I'd like it to be tonight." I was looking into his deep brown eyes and I felt like I was staring into eternity. "We've been going out together for the past two weeks and I feel so strongly about you. I would say I love you, but I'm not sure I really understand what love is. I've been alone so long until Doug became my friend. I love him and Josh and Dr. Rich for everything they've done and mean to me, but I feel differently about you, as though you've become a part of me."
"I know I'm in love with you, Billy." he said. "I want you desperately, but not if you aren't sure. I want us to be together, but only when you are ready." I looked more at his handsome face. Bushy eyebrows that matched his dark brown hair. High cheek bones and full lips which I had grown addicted to kissing. His five o'clock shadow always made him appear more sexy, if that were possible. He was 5 years older, he was experienced, he had a gentle, caring personality and he wanted me apparently as much as I desired him.
Doug and I have talked about this. I told him I thought I wanted Dave as my lover and he said he was pleased for both of us. He said he thought we were both lucky and getting a good deal in each other. Dave has gone very slowly with me. He has talked to me about everything before we become involved. He told me what he wants in a partner and I explained I did not know what I was looking for, but the more I get to know him, the more he is what I want.
Dave said his fear of being involved with me was the 5 year age difference. I told him five years was nothing and when I was 31 and he was 36 we wouldn't even notice. He explained it was the 5 years now which troubled him. He has had those 5 years to experiment, decide what he likes, who he likes and come to understand himself as a sexual person. He thinks I also will need to go through such a period to discover myself before I am truly ready to commit to only one person.
If what he says is true, I still want him to be the one I learn from. He is kind and gentle and considerate and I have this sense in my soul he is the only one I will ever need, but I will respect his wisdom and experience and take things slow. I am hoping he will come to love me so much he will keep me and never let me go.
We had come back to Dave's apartment after dinner. I have been here before and then we sat on his couch and kissed for many hours. We have even stroked each other's body and put our hand under the other's shirt to lightly touch bared skin back and front. It might seem strange if someone were to see us. I'm almost 6" taller than Dave and have a larger frame. He is compact and solid and for his smaller size has better developed and toned muscles than I have. He is a powerhouse and I pity the person who tries to get in his way. With all his strength and power he is gentle and soft spoken and I have learned some very important things about being a man by just being with him.
"Can we go in and lay on your bed ?" I asked. He nodded and pulled me up from my seat as he rose. When we entered the bedroom I stopped and began to undress. Dave turned and watched me.
"You have your mind made up, I see." he told me. I nodded. "Then let me do that for you." I had slid off my shoes and undone my shirt. He came over and slipped it off my shoulders. As he did he stroked my shoulders and ran his hands down my back and over my butt. My flesh tingled where he had touched me. With one hand still on my butt and the other at the back of my head he guided my head down to him and kissed me gently. Releasing my lips, he slid to my nipple and gently nibbled on the nub until it pushed out hard and swollen. He then moved over to the other nipple and treated it to the same delight.
While my attention was fixed on what Dave was doing to my chest and the feelings it was generating in my groin he unclasped my jeans and lowered the zipper slowly. My dick was hard and pushing and when the stays were released it protruded out of its confines and ended up in Dave's hand. His touch on my rigid mast caused me to gasp and throw my head back with a loud moan.
"Soon enough my love." Dave murmured, stroking my shaft slowly and spreading the moist dew seeping from the end of it all around the head. He slid my jeans and underwear down my legs and held them while I stepped free of them. He stepped back and looked at me.
"You are a handsome, sexy stud." he told me. "What you are offering me is a prize of great value and I honour you for choosing me." He came back close to me and we kissed again. The kiss was again gentle, but it conveyed a fire which caused me to shiver in his arms.
"May I undress you ?" I asked.
"Of course, anything you want." he replied. I ran my hand under his golf shirt up his defined abs, over his taut pecs and along his muscled shoulders as I lifted the shirt over his head. He was so beautiful. The nests of dark hair under his arms were soft as my finger tips slipped through them pushing the shirt up his solid, muscled arms. I pressed my chest against his lightly furred pecs loving the soft curly hair tickling my erect nipples. He lowered his head slightly, tonguing the sensitive discs again to ensure they remained maximally erect.
I traced the line of fine hairs from below the Vee of his pecs to his navel. It was a hard button of slightly protruding skin and I fell to my knees and worshipped it with my tongue. Undoing his slacks I followed what had now become a bushy treasure trail down to where his shorts were being pushed away from his body by his lengthening tool. I paused, fascinated by the growth of his shaft as it lengthened upward and upward, the cut crown pushing past the waistband of his shorts and creeping up to his navel and then continued on. I looked up into his eyes with surprise and wonder on my face.
"12 «"." he answered my unasked question, a look of concern on his face. "I won't hurt you." he assured me.
"I know." I replied. "I was just surprised. It's so much bigger than anything I've ever seen before." I leaned in and swiped the exposed shaft and head with my tongue several times as I hooked my fingers in his slacks and shorts pulling them to his ankles. He eased off his shoes as I held them and stepped out of the pile of clothes gathered around his feet. As I straightened back up my eye was caught by the dangling white sac below his towering mast and surrounded by thick, bushy, black hair. I leaned in and captured one of the robin's eggs dangling in the pliable sac before me. Dave held my head tenderly and groaned loudly.
"I want all of you." I said as I released the firm nut. He guided me up, still holding gently to my head.
"We're going to go very slowly." Dave said firmly. "First we need to know each other before we try to put anything together." He indicated I should lay on the bed. When I was settled he lay down next to me, but reversed so we were head to cock. I didn't need any encouragement. I reached out and grasped his meaty stick. My hand just went around it barely. The glistening helmet shaped crown was calling out to me and I licked it enthusiastically, loving the flavor of the clear liquid which oozed from the large slit at its end.
This was all new to me. I had never done anything with another man before and I found I was wishing I had followed my impulse last week to see if Doug would let me try on him, so I would now have some better idea of how to proceed. Dave had done what I did and licked the head of "Mr. Lucky", my nickname for my dick, usually referring to my genitals as "Mr. Lucky and his luggage". What he had done felt so wonderful I realized I was getting close to cumming.
"I'm really excited, Dave." I alerted him. "I might cum really fast."
"It's okay, Billy." he told me soothingly. "This is new to you. Control comes with experience. You cum whenever you're ready. There's always another time, another load."
"I want to cum with you." I told him. "I want to cum when you fuck me."
"That takes practice, Billy." he said. "The stories always talk about exploding together, but until you're in sync with a partner and able to read their personal signs and sounds, it doesn't happen a whole lot. For now, let's just get to know how each other works, what you like, what you don't like and what makes you cum too fast."
"Okay, you're the boss." I responded.
"No, I'm your partner." he corrected me. "I'm in this for us, not just for me. I will make love with you, not fuck you. Someday maybe when you want me to, but not for quite a while." I didn't understand the difference, but thought I would ask at some other time. I had calmed down while we talked and now went back to where his syrup was starting to drool onto the sheet. Quickly reclaiming lost treasure I engulfed the top three inches of his mighty staff and moved my head over the puffy dome. Dave had swallowed `Mr. Lucky' and was stroking him with his lips. I attempted the same movement and as soon as he touched the back of my mouth I started to cough and gag.
"It takes a lot of practice." Dave advised me. "Hold the shaft with both hands and jack them when you move up on the shaft." I followed his advice and soon had a pretty good rhythm going. Dave had been slowly pleasuring me and the chills and warm feeling he was creating were making me approach a climax. My breathing was getting short and uneven, but I concentrated on keeping Dave stimulated. His shaft seemed to be getting firmer and stretching out further.
Suddenly, Dave applied intense suction to "Mr. Lucky" and dragged his tongue repeatedly across the sensitive underside where the skin attaches to the head. At the same time the hand which had been gently caressing my butt and had worked its way into the crease and rubbed the tender rosebud pushed a finger deep into my tunnel. That did it. I started pumping shot after shot of my fluids into Dave's mouth. I was so surprised at this climax which had snuck up on me I almost choked on the first spurts of Dave's liquids flooding my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed the sweet nectar until there was none left. We both released our captive and fell over on our backs. The surge I had experienced was beyond anything I had ever known in intensity and pleasure. A big smile curled my lips as I recalled the emotions I had felt. My smile was soon covered by Dave's lips and he shared the intimacy of the moment with me.
"I expect to be provided with enough opportunity," I told him, "so I learn very soon how to take in all of the gentle giant'." He looked at me quizzically for a moment and then broke into a big smile. "Well if Mr. Lucky' is going to have a playmate, he needs to know his name."
"I don't know about their names," Dave responded, "but I think I'm Mr. Lucky having you with me. I love you, Billy Edwards and `the Gentle Giant' is yours."
"Good." I replied. "I love you too, Dave Giroux and `Mr. Lucky' is for you, now and forever."