Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2011 21:49:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 14

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Nurse and the Patient, Part 14


	Jonathan let himself in Lance's house. He walked through the
kitchen and went in search of his lover.
	"Hey, where are you?" he called out.
	"In the bedroom," Lance answered.
	Jon walked through the door, his eyes searching for Lance. He
discovered him on the bed.
	"Don't tell me you've been in bed all day," he greeted.
	He walked over and bent down to give him a kiss.
	"Excuse me," Lance objected. "I have been up most of the day. In
fact, I've been using this new fangled walker the entire day."
	"Good for you."
	Lance sat up in bed. "Okay, fill me in," he ordered.
	Jonathan set his brief case on the floor and took a seat. Looking
across the room at Lance, he said, "Well, I don't know a whole lot yet."
	"Well, tell me what little you do know then."
	Jonathan was silent for a bit. There was so damned much running
through his head and most of it made little if no sense at all.
	"I made two trips out to see Edith Baxter today."
	"I always enjoyed going to see her when she worked for the
company." A gentle look came over Lance's face.
	"She does think highly of you," Jonathan told him.
	"She will always hold a special place in my heart."
	"The two of you just sort of lose touch after she quit the
company?"
	"Actually I did go see her a few times," Lance said. "The last time
I saw her she told me I was a good boy and to please see that I made
something of myself. She told me I was young and that I didn't need to hang
around an old woman, and to please get on with my life."
	"She basically told you not to come back to see her?" Jonathan
found that hard to believe. From the way she talked today, Edith Baxter
thought very highly of her past employer's son.
	"Pretty much," Lance nodded.
	"That makes absolutely no sense."
	"There seems to be a lot about my father that doesn't," Lance
agreed.
	"Edith did tell me this afternoon that the other person killed with
your grandfather was a Carter Wilson. Evidently he was Ronald Smyth's right
hand man. Her words, Jonathan added.
	"Since all this happened before I was born, I know nothing about
him, other than he was an employee at that time."
	"Did you also know that your father was also employed by your
grandfather as well? In the legal department, whatever than entailed," he
added.
	"I never knew what his job was. By the time I was born he was
already holding the position he holds now."
	"Did you know he is a lawyer?"
	"No fucking way," Lance said.
	"Yes, `fucking' way. Another fact Edith pointed out to me," Jon
added.
	Lance pushed himself up farther in bed. "Makes me wonder what else
he's hiding, doesn't it?"
	Jonathan was thoughtful for a moment. Finally he looked up at Lance
and said, "Okay, I have a situation here, and I need for you to be okay
with it."
	"What?"
	"I need to give Tony a call. The two of us need to meet somewhere."
	When Lance started to speak up, Jonathan went on, saying, "No, we
cannot meet here. This is what I need you to understand, Babe. Something
tells me it's going to get pretty sticky before this is over. For now no
one, and I do mean no one, needs to link you and Tony and me together. Not
the three of us. That's why I need to meet Tony away from here."
	"I understand." Concern shown in Lance's eyes as went on to say, "I
just hate like hell to put you through this shit."
	Jon stood to his feet and walked across the room. He stood beside
the bed. "I love you, Lance Thompson. Don't you realize by now I would do
whatever, anything that's possible, for you?"
	Lance reached out and took his hand. "I know," he said quietly.
	Jonathan reached into his pocket and dug out his cell phone. He
punched in a number and waited.
	"Tony, it's Jonathan. "Can you talk?"
	Tony assured him he was home, and that it was safe for them to
talk.
	"We need to talk," Jonathan said, "and I don't think you should
come over here."
	"I think you are correct. We could meet somewhere for a drink."
	They talked it over, and when Jonathan ended the conversation
everything was set up. He was to meet Tony at a Henry Hudson's Pub down
town.
	"I wish he was coming here," Lance said.
	"I wish he was too," Jon agreed. "However, I can assure you, we do
not need anyone hooking you and me together, or you and Tony, and
especially not you and me as nurse and patient."
	"You're right, I know you are. I just hate not to be involved in
all this."
	"You are involved with all this," Jon disagreed. "Besides, wasn't
it your intention from the get go that I should be the `street' person for
you?"
	"You're right of course."
	"Of course I'm right."
	Jon leaned over and planted a kiss on Lance's lips. "Now, how about
I find you something to eat? I have to meet Tony at seven-thirty."
	Lance gave him a shit eating grin. "Oh, I think you know what I
want to eat."
	Jon ran his tongue across his lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I
do. I'm sort of hungry for that myself; however," he looked at the clock on
the table beside Lance's bed, "if I'm going to get you food we had better
plan on a nice bedtime snack. If you get my drift," he added with a wicked
grin.
	"Getting hard thinking just thinking about it," Lance assured him.
	"Good, you can keep things primed up until I get home."
	Lance reached down and rubbed his crotch. Both he and Jon could see
his cock starting to grow behind his shorts.
	As he rubbed it, Lance said, "See what he thinks of your bedtime
snack?"
	Jon reached down and placed his fingers there along side his
lover's. "Yeah, I see exactly what he thinks of the idea. As I told you,
keep him good and primed, and I'll guarantee when I get home I'll drain so
much cum out of him you'll fill a quart jar with the stuff."


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	Jonathan walked into the pub at seven-thirty on the dot. He saw
Tony sitting at a table and walked over and joined him.
	"May I?" he asked Tony.
	Tony motioned for the seat beside him. `Please do," he said.
	Jonathan sat down and placed his brief case on the table between
the two of them.
	"So, how are things going?" Tony asked.
	Jon opened up his brief case and brought out his note pad. He
started by showing Tony the time line he had drawn up with all of the dates
he had found during his search at the court house.
	"Did you know that Ronald Smyth was killed in a hunting accident?
Along with one of his employees, a Carter Wilson?" he added.
	"I knew a deer blind fell on Lance's grandfather."
	"That is correct. Did you also know that Sam Thompson, who also
worked for the company at the time, was also at the scene?"
	"No shit?"
	Jonathan nodded. "Edith Baxter confirmed it this afternoon."
	When Tony was through reading over the facts on the paper in front
of him, he said, "Looks like maybe Lance got started a little early,
doesn't it? That sort of surprises me about old Sam."
	"Doesn't it, though?"
	Jonathan seemed to study Tony's face for quite some time. Finally
he said, "Guess what else the old woman told me?"
	"There's no telling."
	"Evidentially this Carter Wilson, whoever he is, was in love with
Kathleen Smyth, and she with him."
	"You've got to be kidding me."
	"She seemed pretty sure about it."
	Tony was quiet for a moment. Then looking around the room, he
focused his eyes on Jonathan and said, "Okay, so tell me if I'm barking up
the wrong tree here, but doesn't this make Sam look a bit off color here?"
	" All I know for certain is that at the age of 20 Kathleen Smyth
suddenly found herself sole owner of a multi million dollar oil company and
before her father was hardly cold in the grave she was married and had a
baby very soon after that. That's the facts. I think we still have a lot of
unknown space between those facts," Jon ended.
	Tony had ordered them beer as they talked. He tipped his bottle up
and drained it. "Care for another?" he asked.
	Jonathan shook his head. "I need to get home to Lance. He wasn't
too crazy about us meeting away from the house tonight."
	"But he was okay with it, right?" Concern was on Tony's face as he
spoke the words.
	Jon also finished his beer. "He's okay with it. I think he just
wanted to be a part of everything, but when I explained the necessity of
the three of us not being linked together, he understood.
	Jon shut his briefcase and stood to his feet. He reached for Tony's
hand. "Good seeing you again, Tony. We need to get together when this is
all over. The invitation for the hot tub is still out there."
	"I appreciate that, Terry." He gave Jon a wink.
	"I understand. Goodnight."
	"Wait, what are you plans for tomorrow?"
	"Not sure. At this point, I'm not certain I would gain anything by
going back out to the house. Something tells me that if I could just get
Edith Baxter to sing I could find out just about all I need to know."
	"Then why don't you go back out there? You still have her telephone
number?"
	"I do."
	"Good, but please, for God's sake, don't go without calling
first. If ever a person was of "protocol", she's definitely that person."
	"That's the damned truth. Goodnight, Tony."
	"Night, Terry."
	Jonathan got in his car and quickly made his way back to
Lance. When he came inside the house this time and called out, Lance's
voice came from the den.
	"In here."
	Jon laid his brief case on the kitchen bar and joined Lance. He
found him on the couch. He was completely naked and wearing nothing but a
grin on his face.
	"See?" he asked.
	Lance pointed down to his cock. His very hard cock, Jonathan
noticed.
	"Been keeping it primed I see."
	"Damn straight. You want it here or in the bed?"
	Jon pretended to think it over. He said, "Um, I think the bed would
be really nice."
	"Good, cause I want to fuck your ass."
	"I thought you would."
	Lance pointed to the wheel chair in the corner of the room. "I
didn't want to waste time with the walker. I brought the chair just in
case."
	Jonathan wheeled the chair over to the couch. "Get your ass in and
let's fly," he ordered.
	In just a matter of seconds Lance was in the chair, and just as
fast he was rolled down the hall and into the bedroom by Jonathan.
	As Jonathan helped him up into bed, he couldn't help but smile. He
was thinking that Lance was so horny he didn't even ask how the meeting
with Tony had gone. That was sure to come later, he thought as he tore his
clothes off to join Lance in being naked.
	As he crawled in bed next to Lance he grinned. "I am so ready for
you to fuck me."
	"Not nearly as much as I am to fuck you," Lance disagreed.
	Jon reached over and pulled Lance to him. His lips found his
lover's, and they shared the warmth of a kiss that only lovers can
experience. As their tongues searched for the other, their feelings
connected, all the dirt, all the emotion Jonathan had uncovered that day
seemed to disappear.
	"God, I've missed you," Lance groaned.
	"I've missed you too, Babe. There were times today when I wanted to
just say `fuck it' and come on home. I wanted to feel your dick inside me
so much."
	"Wish you would have," Lance said. "There were lots of times today
when I would think about your hot wet ass and how good it would feel to my
cock."
	Lance's words came to a halt as Jon placed his lips on his mouth
once again, kissing him hard. At the same time, he ran his fingers down
along his hairy chest enjoying the feel of the wiry tangles as they tickled
his fingers. As he continued kissing Lance, his fingers snaked their way on
down, following his treasure trail. When he came to the edge of the thick
brown forest, he paused for the briefest of time so that he could enjoy the
pleasure of his bush. Then slowly he went on down until he found Lance's
hard and now leaking cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base and felt
the curls kiss his fingers.
	Breaking the kiss, he said, "Fuck me, Lance. Fill my hole with your
thick hot juice," he ordered.
	Lance reached for the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside
table. "Here, grease me up, Babe."
	Jon took the bottle from him and squeezed out a thick glob into the
palm of his hand. He threw the bottle down and reached for Lance's cock.
	Lance shuddered and shivered as Jon's fingers quickly wrapped
around his hard thick shaft. He felt him smear the gel on all seven inches
of his hard dick.
	Jonathan pressed a thick glob of gel up inside his own hairy hole
and covered the edges that surrounded his opening. Then he lay down next to
Lance, his ass pointed toward his lover.
	"Fuck me" Jonathan ordered once more.
	Lance turned over on his side and quickly brought the tip of his
cock to the hairy opening. He felt Jon shiver as he pressed the head of his
dick against the greased up opening.
	"Yeah, I'm going to cream your ass so fucking much," he groaned.
	"Oh, fuck," Jon called out when he felt Lance slide all the way
inside him. "Shit, I feel your hair grinding my ass. I love it when I feel
those pubes next to me like they are right now."
	Each time Lance thrust inside him, Jon would lean back and meet his
thrusts, driving Lance deeper and deeper inside of him.
	"God, your ass feels so fucking hot," Lance breathed.
	"Slam me, Babe," Jon cried out. "Bang your hairy balls into
me. Give me your wad," he groaned.
	"You're making me so fucking hard," Lance moaned. "I'm not going to
last much long. Your ass feels so good."
	The harder Lance banged him, the more Jon's cock leaked. Suddenly
without him even touching his dick, he felt his thicken up between his legs
and a thick glob of pre cum oozed out his piss slit. Suddenly his eyes
opened wider, and he cried out, "I'm going to cum, Lance. You're fucking
the cum right out of me."
	Lance kept on pounding Jon's ass, and when he felt the muscles
squeeze around the base of his own hard hairy cock, it drove him over the
edge. He screamed out, "Here I cum," just as the first spray of hot man
juice flew out of his cock and sprayed the wet walls of Jon's ass. More
waves followed, and by the time he had finished shooting, cum was starting
to leak out around his still hard dick, making its way into the wet matted
tangles that surrounded it.
	"God, that was awesome," Jon sighed.
	"Fucking awesome," Lance added.
	"You were awesome," Jon pointed out.
	"Yeah, well, you weren't so bad yourself."
	"Is that right?"
	"Oh, I'm always right, Mister."
	Their love making had been so intense that afterward, as they lay
naked in each other's arms, they both seemed quite content not to
speak. Jonathan was a little relieved when he heard Lance falling to
sleep. He still wasn't sure what all was going on with Smyth Oil Company,
and for now, for this time, he was more than content to fall asleep beside
his lover and not even think about Samuel Thompson. For now.


End Part 14

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