Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 22:46:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com> Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 9 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Jetdesk2@yahoo.com Nurse and the Patient, Part 9 Jonathan and Lance were eating breakfast the next morning when the men arrived to install the hot tub Lance had bought the day before. Jonathan went to answer the door, calling over his shoulder, "I guess when they say between eight a.m. and noon, they lean more to the early rather than the late." He greeted the two men at the door and gave them directions. He told them he would meet them in the back yard and headed for the patio door that led from the den to the back yard. He came back a few minutes later and rejoined Lance at the table. "They understand what to do?" Lance asked. Jonathan nodded. "They have to dig and run the water connection first. The tub should be up and running later on this afternoon." "Good, I put off doing this, but now that I have, it's got me sort of excited," Lance said with a grin. "As your nurse, I must insist that you remain calm." Jonathan teased. "Then if you don't want me excited you best stay away," Lance pointed out. "Oh, that can be arranged." "Nothing holding you here," Lance reminded him. "You're wrong about that," Jonathan disagreed. "There's something holding me here big time. Rather, someone," he added. Jonathan placed a hand on Lance's arm. "I do love you, Jonathan Davis," he said softly. Before Jonathan could answer the telephone rang, and he went to answer it. It was Tony Miller. He greeted Jonathan and asked, "Did I wake you guys?" Jonathan assured him they were up and, in fact, just finishing with breakfast. "Good, there's something I wanted to run by Lance. Is he close by?" Jonathan handed the telephone to Lance. "It's Tony," he said. "Hey, Tony, what's up?" Lance greeted. A few minutes later Lance put the telephone down on the table. "Tony wants to drop over sometime between noon and one o'clock," he said. "He has some things for us to look at." "I guess it's started," Jonathan said thoughtfully. "Lance sighed and said, "Looks that way." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Tony took the glass of tea Jonathan offered him. They were sitting around the dining table. "It looks as if your father is leaving a bit earlier than I thought," he said. He took a sip from his glass. "He's flying out Monday at noon." Jonathan looked at Lance and said, "I guess this is where I come in." Lance nodded and said, "Sounds like it. "Are you okay with this?" Jonathan answered, "I'm willing to do anything it takes to help you." "Good," Tony said. He looked at Lance and said, "I think Jonathan should meet me in the office, say around two o'clock. By that time your father should be well on his way, and we would know for certain his flight had left on schedule." "Makes sense to me," Lance agreed. "I still don't know what the hell I'm looking for," Jonathan said. "For starters, I'd suggest looking for anything tied in with this Jordan Company," Lance pointed out. "That's right," Tony agreed. He finished off his tea and stood to his feet. "I'll be getting back to the office. "If there's any change, I will be in touch." "Appreciate that," Lance said. "I see you're having a hot tub installed," Tony said as he opened the door. "I've wanted one for quite some time, and my nurse says it would be good for me." "It will definitely help him," Jonathan said with a smile. "Drop by and enjoy it with us sometime," Lance invited. "I'll do that. See you guys later." Jonathan and Lance ate a light lunch, and afterward, Lance decided to take a nap. Jonathan helped him into bed, and after making sure he was comfortable, he went out to check on the hot tub. He walked out to the patio through the French doors that lead from the den. "Won't be much longer," one of the men told him. "We should be finished by five o'clock." "How long before we can use it?" "We will fill it before we leave, but if I were you, I'd wait until tomorrow to use it. That way, the water will be nice and warm for you. We usually tell folks to wait eight hours before they use it the first time." Jonathan soon left the men working and returned inside the house. As he stepped into the coolness of the den, his cell phone rang. He reached inside his pocket and pulled it out. "Hey, Mom," he greeted. "What's up?" "Does something have to be up?" she asked. "I can't call my son for the hell of it?" "Mom, you can call me anytime you wish." "And I do," she assured him. "So, what's on your mind?" "Are you still alive?" "And the point to that question is?" "I never hear from you any more unless I call you. I ask you, is that any way to treat your mother?" "I'm sorry Mom. Are you happy now?" "I did not raise my son to speak to me this way." Jonathan suddenly had an idea. "Mom, do you have any plans this evening?" "I have no life, so why should I have any plans." "Oh, Mom, I love you." "I'm glad to hear that." "Good, I'm glad you realize it. Now, again, do you have any plans this evening?" "None that can't be changed," she answered. "Would you like to come for dinner this evening?" "You sure you want me to meet the new guy in your life?" "Now, Mom, behave," he said teasing her. "I would love seeing you." "Good. Tell you what, let me make sure Lance is up for company. He's taking a nap. He's wanted to meet you. Let me go check, and I'll call you back shortly." Jonathan ended the telephone conversation with his mother and walked down the hall to Lance's room. When he walked inside, he discovered Lance sitting up in bed. "I thought you were going to take a nap," Jonathan reminded him. Lance grinned. "Just couldn't fall asleep." The television was on, and Jonathan said, "I would think day time TV would bore the shit out of you and put you to sleep." Jonathan mentioned the telephone call from his mother. "Of course she's welcomed here," Lance assured him. "Invite her for dinner. You know I've wanted to meet her." "Yeah, well, we'll see how you feel after her visit," Jonathan grinned. "Hey, she's your mother, and the way you've turned out, she has to be awesome." "You are so full of it." Lance held out his arms. "Come here, Jonathan Davis." Jonathan sat on the bed beside Lance and went into his arms. "I love you," he whispered into Lance's ear. He placed his lips on Lance's mouth and savored the warm sweetness he tasted as they shared a kiss. Moments later Jonathan was in bed with Lance, and they both were naked, their bare skin touching. It had happened so quickly that neither of them was aware of the clothes they had tossed to the floor. Jonathan ran his fingers through the brown curls on Lance's chest. "God, I want you to fuck me so bad," he said. "It's taking all I have not to climb up and sit on your cock." "Do it," Lance groaned. Jonathan shook his head. "No, not yet," he said. "You need more time to heal." "Fuck my legs." "Don't you mean my ass?" Jonathan couldn't help the grin that came to his face. "God, I am so ready to fuck you." "In time," Jonathan moaned. He decided to give Lance a good old fashion massage. If it happened to end with the proverbial "happy ending", then so be it. "Where are you going?" Lanced asked as Jonathan jumped up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. "Hang on; I have a surprise for you?" "You've decided to let me fuck you?" "In your dreams," he called over his shoulder. "And mine too," he added. He came back shortly with a tube of lotion. "I'm going to give you a massage you'll not forget anytime soon." "Anything you do to me I'll not forget," Lance assured him. "Hell, just jacking me off, you do it in such a way I can hardly survive it." Jonathan took the lid off and squeezed a glob of lotion in the palm of his hand. "You do have a way with words." Rubbing his hands together, Jonathan placed them on Lance's shoulders. He slowly kneaded his skin, working the lotion into the tight muscles. He made his way down until he came to Lance's nipples. At he added more lotion to the massage, he felt the tips grow bigger and stand out against his fingers. He rubbed in a circle, tracing each nipple, his finger tips playing in the brown hairs that surrounded each darkened lobe. The lotion made the hairs darker and plastered them down against Lance's skin. "Fuck yeah," Lance moaned. "Feels good, does it?" Jonathan asked. For an answer, Lance groaned and laid his head against the pillow. Jonathan continued his massage, adding more lotion as he traveled through the brown chest curls that spread along Lance's body. When he finally arrived at the place where Lance's legs joined, he felt the thick brown bush that grew there as it began to tickle his fingers. He slowly pressed down and rubbed in circles, feeling the wet matted tangles against his own skin. "Oh, shit, Jon, that feels so fucking awesome," Lance moaned. Jonathan watched as Lance's cock stretched to its limit, the skin as far out as it could possibly go. "I can see how much you enjoy my touch," he said. Jonathan continued rubbing the hairy crotch of his patient, one hand in the wetted down curls, the other starting at the tip of the hard dripping cock and slowly making its way down to the hairy base. Then he took his hand from the cock forest and slowly made his way down to the full hairy nut sac below. When he found the two heavy balls, he slowly and gently took them between his fingers and carefully rubbed between his fingers. With the one hand on Lance's balls, he started stroking his thick cock. He guessed it to be at least seven inches long as he took the hard thick length between his fingers and started slowly to jack the skin. As he stroked Lance's cock, his other hand left his hairy ball sac and went down in search of the love chute he knew had to be there waiting. "Oh, my God," Lance groaned when he felt Jonathan slip his finger deep inside his ass. Jonathan started stroking Lance even harder, and with each jack, he fucked his finger faster and with more force inside his tight hole. "You're going to make me cum," Lance warned. "Shoot your cock," Jonathan cried out. "Think of fucking my tight hairy hole and shooting deep inside me." That did it for Lance. "Fuck, I'm cuming," he screamed. As Jonathan continued finger fucking his hole and stroking his thick dick, he watched as the first rope of creamy hot spunk shot out the tip and landed between Lance's two hairy nipples. A second rope, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth landed as well and slowly made its way down through the hairy treasure trail on Lance's stomach. For a time, his energy gone, Lance laid on his back, his eyes shut. When he opened them, he said, "See what I'm talking about? There's something about you, that even a simple jack off by you and I'm knocked unconscious." "Yeah, I'm the best," Jonathan agreed with a smile. "You see why I can't wait to get inside you?" Lance asked. "I can only imagine how good your ass is going to feel the first time I fuck you." "I think you can see how much I'm looking forward to that happening," Jonathan said. He looked down at his hard cock. It was thick, hard, and leaking pre cum in the heart of his thick blond bush. "Come here and let me suck that thing," Lance ordered. Jonathan got on his knees and knelt beside Lance. He leaned over so his cock head was touching his lips. "Yeah, suck my dick, Babe," he moaned. "I want to fuck your mouth." Jonathan shivered as he felt the tip of his cock go inside Lance's wet mouth. He pushed, causing his cock to slide all the way inside, crawling across Lance's wet slippery tongue. He felt Lance's nose buried deep in the middle of his thick bush. His hairy ball sac was rubbing next to Lance's chin as his cock started working in and out his mouth, first gentle fucking motions, and finally, the need to thrust hit his brain, and he began pounding Lance's face, his balls slamming Lance's chin, his blond pubes grinding into his face. Lance moaned as he literally ate Jonathan's cock up, and the sound made Jonathan fuck him even harder in the face. "Fuck, Lance, feels so good. I love you sucking my dick." Lance worked harder, his mouth working back and forth, up and down, going from head to base, the blond curls brushing against his face, tickling him, driving him on until suddenly he heard Jonathan say, "I'm going to shoot," he screamed. "I'm going to fill your mouth with my hot cream," he warned. His hard cock swelled up even thicker, and he felt that sweet feeling on the other side of his blond bush telling him he was getting ready to cum. He pushed harder, his dick reaching the back of Lance's throat, and suddenly the first spurt of thick man juice shot out and sprayed the back of the throat he was fucking. Lance swallowed each wave of cum and never lost a drop. He continued sucking until he had the last bit of cream out of Jon's cock. When he was sure he had sucked it completely dry, he pulled away. "Kiss me," he told Jonathan. Jonathan reached over and placed his mouth on Lance's lips. As they kissed, their tongues meeting, he enjoyed the taste of his own cum. Afterward they lay in bed next to each other. Neither of them spoke, but remained silent, enjoying the touch of the other. Finally Jonathan sat up and said, "As much as I could stay here the rest of the day, I guess I had better give Mom a call. It is all right with you if she comes to dinner?" "Hell, yeah, it's all right," Lance answered. "I told you, I want to meet her." Jonathan stood to his feet. "Trust me; it will be an experience you'll not soon forget." "Hush, that's your mother you're speaking of." "Hey, I just had an idea. "Why don't we invite your father for dinner too? The two of them might hit it off." "I've yet to meet your mother, but let me tell you something. I would never let that ass hole near the likes of her." Jonathan laughed. "Whatever," he said. "I'm going to give her a call and take my shower. Will you be all right until I return?" Lance assured him he would be fine, and Jonathan reached for his cell phone. He punched in his mother's number. When she answered, he told her they would like for her to come to dinner that evening and told her the time. "I was beginning to think you didn't want me over there," was the way she answered his invitation. "Now, Mom," he grinned into the phone. A few minutes later he ended his conversation and said, "I'll clean up and be back." As Jonathan took his shower he put together in his mind the meal for that evening. He would keep it simple, yet tasty, giving Lance time to visit with his mother; the two of them time to become acquainted with each other. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The door bell rang, and Jonathan went to the door. He greeted his mother with a hug, followed by a kiss. "Hello, Mom," he said. "Come in." Pulling away from him, Lois Davis said, "Let me look at you." While his mother looked him over from head to foot, Jonathan said, "How have you been, Mom? Things going well for you?" he asked. "As if you should give a care," she answered. "How long have you been here?" Jonathan closed the door behind her. "A few weeks," he answered. "I could have died," she pointed out. "But you didn't," he said. "That's not the point." "Come in and meet Lance, Mom," he told her. She followed him down the hall. They came into the living room where Lance was. "Hello," she greeted, suddenly all smiles. "Mrs. Davis, I am so pleased to meet you." Lance held out a hand. She took it and returned his grasp and shake. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson." "Please, call me Lance," he told her. "You may call me Mrs. Davis," she said. Lance grinned. "Mrs. Davis, then," he said. Jonathan asked his mother if she would like something to drink. "I would take a glass of wine. That is, if you have any," she added. "We have wine." "I'll take a beer," Lance said. Jonathan went to the kitchen and returned with two beers and a glass of wine. He handed them their drinks. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," he said. "Have a seat, Mom." Lois Davis looked at Lance, eyeing him sharply, and asked, "Are you being good to my son, young man?" "Mom," Jonathan protested. Lance grinned. "Mrs. Davis, you have nothing to worry about. I'm taking good care of your son. Truth is, he's the one taking good care of me," he added. "Are you paying him well?" "God damn, Mom, keep quiet." "I know you do your job well," she told her son. "I just don't want any rich snob taking advantage of you." To say Lance was offended would not have been the case. Instead, he was rather amused. Grinning, he said, "Mrs. Davis, although I am sure your son does not think it any business of you what I pay him, I can assure you, I am doing right by him." Suddenly a warm smile came to Lois Davis' face, and she said, "I knew from the moment I walked into this room that you were a good person, Lance Thompson. I truly believe you are treating my son quite well." "Well enough to call you `Lois'?" She raised her glass and said, "You may call me `Lois'." Lance raised his bottle. "'Lois' it is then." Lois Davis took a sip from her wine glass. Turning to her son, she said, "I like him." "How much wine have you had, Mom?" Jonathan asked. He grinned at his mother. "Wine has nothing to do with it," she told him, rather sharply. "Whatever, Mom," Jonathan said. He stood to his feet. "Dinner should be ready." "Can I help you?" "Have it covered, Mom," he called. Lois turned to Lance and asked, "You love my son?" "Mom," Jon called from the kitchen. "Behave yourself." "It's a legitimate question." "She's right, Jon," Lance said. He turned to Lois Davis and said, "Lois, I love your son very much." She looked at him closely and warned, "You had better never hurt him." "Mom," Jon called again. "I mean it, Lance Thompson. If you ever harm as much as one hair from his head, I promise you, I will kick your ass all the way up and between your shoulders. Even further," she added. Lance smiled warmly at her. "I get your point, Lois." Suddenly she smiled and said, "I can see that." "Dinner is ready," Jon called. Lois and Lance went into the dining room. They joined Jonathan around the table and enjoyed the food Jon had prepared. Afterward Lois helped her son clear the things away. "This has been very enjoyable," she told Jon. "I'm glad you had a good time, Mom. I hope you know that you're welcomed here any time." Lois looked at her son and smiled. "I know that, Jon." She placed a hand on him. "I see how happy you've become, and I'm glad." "I love him, Mom." "I can see that as well, and I believe he loves you too." "He does, Mom." The rest of the evening was enjoyable for all three of them, and by the time Lois Davis was leaving, she and Lance had become rather close. "Lois, please know, that you are welcomed here anytime," Lance assured her. "Don't tell her that," Jon warned. "Hell, she will move in with us." "I would have no problem with that," Lance assured him. "At least someone loves me," Lois said as she opened the door to leave. "Yeah, Mom, you are so mistreated." Jonathan reached up and gave his mother a hug. "Mom, like Lance said, you're welcomed here anytime. I hope you realize that." She hugged her son. "I know that, Jonathan. I think Lance is perfect for you," she added in a whisper. "I do too, Mom. Goodnight," he said. "Night, Lois," Lance said. "It was a real pleasure meeting you." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Later, in bed, Jonathan said, "So, you have met my mother. What did you think?" "She's wonderful," Lance told him, a tender look showing on his face. "She is my mother," Jon said. "No one else I have ever met comes close to her." "Of course not, she's your mother," Lance said. "I really like her." As Jonathan crawled in bed next to him, he said, "I think the feeling is mutual. You managed somehow, to pass the test." "She was a tough cookie," Lance agreed. "But, somehow, you managed to get her in your corner." "Something tells me that's a good thing." "Oh, it is," Jonathan agreed. "A very good thing," he added. Lance reached over and gave one of Jonathan's nipples a twist. "You up for another round?" he asked. "Fuck, I can do anything you can," Jon assured him. "Then let me fuck you." "Nope, not until you have at least one more doctor visit," Jonathan said. "The next time you see Doctor Todd, we'll see what he says about that sort of activity." Lance had a surprised look on his face. "You're going to ask him if I can fuck you?" he asked. Jonathan nodded. "Why shouldn't I?" Lance shrugged his shoulders. "I just never thought of asking a doctor if I could fuck anyone before." Jon laughed. "William Todd certainly knows I am gay. He won't be surprised at all if I ask him that question." "Well, let's just hope he says `soon'." Jon reached over and wrapped his fingers around Lance's already hard cock. "Something tells me it won't be much longer. Until then..." "When we start using the hot tub, won't it be possible for you to ride my cock in the water?" "It's possible," Jon agreed. "After all, the water will make me somewhat weightless, so I think you might be able to work your dick up inside me." "God, I can hardly wait," Lance breathed. "Me either." Lance said, "You think the water might be warm enough now?" Jonathan was surprised. "Now?" he repeated. "Now," Lance said. "I can go check." "Please do." Jonathan crawled off the bed. "I'll be back," he said. He was back in a few minutes. "The water's wonderful," he said. "Let's do it then!" Jonathan helped his patient/lover out of the bed and into his chair. He pushed him down the hall. When they reached the den, Jon opened the door and pushed Lance out onto the patio. "It is nice out here," Lance said. "That it is," Jon agreed. Jonathan helped Lance out of the chair and over the edge, into the warm, swirling water. "God, this feels so good," Lance sighed as the water swallowed him up to his neck, his body sinking to the ledge. Jon quickly joined him in the water, the two of them side by side. As they sat there, the warm water circulating around them, the muscles in their bodies slowly began to relax. Lance suddenly said, "Jon, I love you. I think I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I need you, Babe. Please, let me fuck you." Jon looked at him, and he was filled with so much love for the man beside him. He wanted to feel Lance deep inside him, perhaps even more than Lance did. He just did not want to hurt the man in any way, mental or physical. He reached down and felt Lance's hard cock in the water. "You want to fuck me, do you?" "Shit yeah," Lance answered. Jonathan moved over and sat down against Lance. As he settled in the water, he felt the hard cock push up into his ass crack. "Are you sure?" Jon asked. "More than anything I've ever wanted," Lance breathed. Jon felt the tip of Lance's cock as it began teasing his hairy entrance. Taking a deep breath, he pushed against him, and suddenly, the water as lube, his ass hole opened up and swallowed Lance's dick. He felt the cheeks of his ass settle in the midst of Lance's wet curls. They pressed against Jon's cheeks, and he felt the wiriness of each tangle as they pushed tightly against his skin. "Fuck, your ass feels so good," Lance cried out. "So fucking hot," he added. Jon forced the muscles of his ass to contract and suck Lance even deeper into him. It made Lance shiver. "Oh, God," he moaned. At first Jon was cautious and wouldn't allow his ass to hardly move against him. Finally he could take it no longer, and he pressed hard into Lance, forcing his cock deep inside the confines of his wet, hot hole. "Shit, I've wanted to feel you inside me for so fucking long," Jon cried. "Fuck me, Lance," he said. "Pound me with that hard dick." "Yeah, gonna cream your tight ass, Babe," he groaned. Each fuck thrust Lance made, Jon met him and pressed hard against him. Each time Lance pounded his ass, Jon could feel the thick brown cock curls as they ground and meshed into his ass cheeks. He loved the way they felt, wet, matted, as they scraped against his wet skin. Suddenly Jonathan felt the cock buried deep inside him swell up and thicken. He knew Lance was about to shoot, deep inside his wet ass. He forced his ass muscles to clamp down at the hairy base. "God, I'm filling your hole!" Lance screamed out. "That's right, fill me with your hot cream," Jon yelled out. When the first wave of hot juice sprayed the inside of his ass, Jon shuddered and pressed hard against Lance. When the cock inside his ass was drained, he leaned back into Lance, pushing his body hard into his. "I love you, Lance," he whispered quietly. "I love you, too," Lance said. Jonathan pulled away, and Lance's cock slipped silently out of his cum-filled hole. Jonathan turned around, and placing his feet on the bench that surrounded the entire tub, his cock was pointing directly at Lance's mouth. He shivered as he felt Lance take his entire length in. He felt his thick blond matted curls pressed tightly into Lance's face, his cock buried to the hilt. "Yeah, suck my cock," he said. "Then I'm going to fuck your ass with my hard dick," he moaned. After a few minutes of having his cock sucked, Jon pulled away. He pushed Lance out into the middle of the tub, the water holding him almost weightless as he shifted and settled in behind him. His cock found Lance's hairy crack almost immediately and slide along the crevice, feeling the tiny hairs as they tickled his dick skin. "God, Jon, fuck me," Lance pleaded. "Let me feel your hard hairy cock deep inside my ass," he added. "Yeah, I want to fuck your hole," Jon said. "I want to feel your hot wet ass eat my dick up," he added in a whisper. The force of the water drove Jonathan's cock deep inside Lance's ass. He pushed hard against Jon, and all seven inches of Jonathan's hard dick provided pleasure to ever inch of Lance's wet ass. He shivered as he began working Jonathan over, sucking ever bit of his hard slippery shaft inside. "Oh, Lance, you're going to make me cum," Jonathan said. "I'm so sorry." "What the fuck are you sorry for?" "Because I wanted it to last longer," Jon apologized. Lance leaned back and planted a kiss on Jonathan's neck. "I have no complaints," he assured him. "Trust me," he added. "No complaints at all." "God, here it cums," Jonathan cried out. "Fill my ass," Lance told him. "Give me your hot load," he added. Jonathan drove his cock in as deeply as he could, and the stars exploded inside his head as he shot off the first load of hot cream, going from the tip of his cock to the insides of Lance's wet ass. "Fuck," Lance moaned as he pressed hard next to Jonathan. A moment later, Jonathan's cock now still, yet still buried deep inside Lance, he said, "Lance, I love you so fucking much. Please, I hope you realize just how much I do love you." "I know you do," Lance said. "I love you just as much. I've reached the point where I simply cannot imagine my life without you," he said. Jonathan pulled Lance tightly against his body and his still hard cock pressed further up into his cum-filled hole. "I will always be here for you, Lance. Always," he added quietly. End Part 9 Mark Stevens