Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 19:14:42
From: Ocean View Doc <docipoo@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonah: A Hospital Story

     Realizing I had gone a little further than I should with a patient, I
backed away when I heard Jonah grunt. "WOW!!", he blurted out. "I did all
that." It was obvious he was embarassed, but pleased that I was making such
a big deal out of his comments."Sorry." I whispered. "I'm not supposed to
be hugging the patients. We both burst out laughing. The tension was
over. We were closer than ever. Neither of us said it. We just felt it. I
tucked him in telling him it was time for me to leave. "Bud," he almost
whispered. "Could you call me Jon? Jonah is a Bible name my dad pinned on
me. Jon is what my friends call me." I nodded "Yeah, Jon."

     When I came in the next day, Jon was excited. Doctor Boyd had told him
he and I had talked again. All the lab techs had agreed to be "Vampire". It
would make their job easier if the kids played the game. I added that the
nurses and doctors had agreed they needed to be more cheerful in the
hospital. It would help the kids feel better. Jon felt great. He had done
something really special. I had never seen him look so relaxed. "And Doctor
Boyd gave me a hug"' he whispered. "Bet you're not supposed to tell me
that.", I whispered back. We laughed. I also noticed some medical books
laying on his bed. Jon had got the doctor to bring them. He wanted to read
up on anemia. He asked about some of the tests and about the chemotherapy
he was getting. I tried to keep the answers short and to the
point. Dr. Boyd and I were in trouble. I could feel it. Jon had insisted on
the books. He suspected we weren't telling him everything. Jon was to
intelligent to buy some story about allergies and anemia. His questions
would become more complicated as we talked. Trying to give him simple
direct answers became more difficult. I had trouble looking him in the eye
when he asked somthing I didn't want to answer.

     A conference with the team revealed that things were worse. His
parents were there for this one. All of us had more than a little trouble
trying to keep a straight face as we warned them that Jonah wouldn't be
going home soon. He was slowly getting weaker. We wanted to believe it was
the chemotherapy, but only his dad believed that. He still insisted Jonah
would be all right. And he praised me for being his son's best friend. When
the parent's left, it wasn't praise I was getting. Although Boyd stood up
for me, the others warned me again that we were going to lose the fight for
Jon. "The handbook says not to get personally involved with patients.",
they almost pleaded. I knew and understood that they were friends. I also
knew I was much too close to Jon. Still, I pleaded with Boyd not to take me
off the case. "It will hurt Jonah to much. I have to put him first. Just
don't do anything to force my hand." , he warned me.

     Although Jon had a beautiful teenage body, sex was not an issue. I
kept telling myself we were just friends. I had a reputation of dating some
pretty good looking nurses at the hospital. I was in my mid twenties. Not a
knockout, but not that bad looking according to my friends. I was probably
better known as a fairly intelligent and ambitious hospital intern. I was
still studying medical research. The fact that I had had sex at some wild
parties with students and nurses was not surprising. In fact, it was the
norm. A few suspected I had been involved with other males at some of these
parties. No problem. Other staff had also been "bi". Probably just the
drugs and/or the booze




     After some two weeks in the hospital, Jon was reading me pretty
well. Too well. For one thing, he asked me if I would help him take a
shower. Dr. Boyd told him it would be all right to shower if some one would
help him. He was too weak to do it alone. That had caused a problem. Jon
didn't want some nurse to bathe him. An working up and down on his prize
and he didn't feel comfortable with an orderly. I had by this time seen him
nude more than once during tests and treatments. His parents and Boyd
agreed it was all right for me to help, but Jon had to ask. I would have to
be in the shower with him. He blushed a little when he asked. "If you say
"no", I will understand.", Jon asked softly. "And you know I can't say "no"
to you.", I quipped. "Of course, I'll help." None of the nurses objected. I
layed out everything we would need. Then I allowed Jon to rest one arm on
my shoulder while I helped him to the shower in his room.

     Jon wore only a hospital gown. You know. One of those short ones that
tie off in back. And I held him around the waist to steady him. Once we
were in the shower room, I latched the door. At the same time, I removed
the gown and set him down on a chair I had placed there. Jon had Given me
urine samples while I was watching, but I guess this was different. He
blushed a little . He didn't say anything, but maybe it was because he was
a late bloomer. I had already observed that. There was a light spread of
brown "pubes" over a penis about four inches long. It was semi-erect just
lifting off an average ball sac. I didn't try to pretend I wasn't looking
at it. Neither of us said anything. I could tell Jon was trying to keep it
flacid. No such luck. Leaving Jon to wait, I stepped out of the shower to
undress. This was a problem. There was plenty of room. No problem there. It
was just that I wasn't used to undressing in front of him.

     Jon wasn't going to pass up a chance to tease. "Now you know how us
patients feel when we have to undress for someone to give us a bed bath." I
looked up at him and smiled. "What makes you think we haven't been
there/done that?" I asked flat out. Looking more than a little surprised,
he came back quickly. "You have?" I just nodded. The two of us paused to
look each other over. I turned the water on, and adjusted the temp. He
approved. "First shower in two weeks.", he admitted. "Feels great!. You
don't think I'm gay because I asked you to do this, do you?" Jon asked,
smiling. "They didn't tell you?", I answered. "Tell me what?" His face
looked blank as he rubbed the soap over the upper part of his torso. "That
I'm gay." I almost whispered. Jon just laughed at me. "Don't matter. You
like me too much todo anything to hurt me. I know that. And you don't even
have a hardon. I don't believe you."

     "Hospital rules forbid me to get hard in front of a patient." I
continued teasing."Yeah. Right." was Jon's reaction. "I always seem to have
a hardon. Can't help it." I helped him stand up so he could soap up the
privates. His long thin stiff shaft was now about five inches long. He
stared at it as if he was afraid I would think he was playing with it if he
washed it. "Jon, would you like me to step out of the shower for a minute
while you finish?" I asked. "If I don't, my dick is going to explode. It's
natural for guys to get hardons. Whats not natural is to ignore your dick
when it needs some personal attention." Jon looked down at mine. His was
now pointing upward, and was surprisingly longer. Mine was now hard, and
pointing straight out. His face had that impish grin on it. "I guess it
would be gay if we jerked off togather, wouldn't it?" Without speaking, I
reached for the soap and started rubbing it around his pubes and lower
stomach. "Tell me to stop when I go to far." was all I said. Stepping
around behind him, I gently massaged his privates with the soap after
turning off the water. Then I proceeded slowly

    Jon let out a few soft moans. He had quickly slipped into his own
private world. I knew he was tiring so I speeded up the assault on his
rod. It didn't take long before I could feel him pumping into my hand. I
could feel it grow harder just a second before it began to pulse. A wad of
watery fluid shot across the shower. Then another. And a third. Jon just
moaned and laid back relaxed. His body started sliding down my chest. I
gently sat him back on the chair knowing he probably felt a little tired
and weak at the moment. Silence. Then that impish look came back on his
face. He stood up just long enough to plant a kiss on my lips. Sitting back
down, he blushed a little. "So what if I'm a little bit gay.", he blurted
out. "That has to be the greatest jerk off I ever had. It was really kewl!!
How many showers can I have every day?" I had to laugh. "You mention this
to anyone and I'll be history here. Know what I'm saying,Jon? I shouldn't
have done that." I turned the water on ,but he turned it off. Moving me
around in front of him, he returned the favor by grabbing my dick and
showing beyond a doubt that he knew what he was doing. Within a few minutes
my shaft exploded all over his chest. He just laughed. "Not a bad load for
an old guy.", he teased. "I guess we both better keep our mouth shut."
Smiling, I added "Until we meet again."  A rinse, and the shower was over.

     The next day, Jon was still excited about taking a shower. He was a
little disappopinted when I insisted "not every day." We compromised. I
agreed to give him a massage. It also gave me a chance to talk to him. Or
was it him that wanted to talk? Anyway, we talked about his sex life. Jon
didn't hesitate to tell me his innermost thoughts about teen hormones. He
sometimes jerked off several times a day. But always alone. It was a sin to
his father. And Jon didn't trust even his closest friends to keep his
secret. I was the first person ever to touch him there. Even as I massaged
him, he kept pushing my hand toward his crotch. I admit I didn't mind. I
wanted to please him. And he did need pleasing. I think he kept a hardon
when I touched him. I turned him over on his back, pulled the privacy
curtain around his bed, and let him watch as I jerked him off again. Jon
would coo like a dove. When he came back to earth, he slid an arm around my
neck and pulled himself up enough to kiss me softly on the lips. I tried
weakly to chastise him, but he Just smiled at me. It was obvious that he
knew I wanted him. And I was quickly beginning to realize how much I wanted
to keep him. His parents came in later. Jon and I were playing chess. We
also chatted with them. Jon teased that he had no trouble beating me at
chess or any other game. But sometimes he let me beat him. "And that is
even funner." While I choked to keep from laughing, his dad corrected his
speech.

     Just a few days later, Jon had a reaction to a blood transfusion. His
parents and I rushed to his side. He told his dad that he was getting
serum, platelets, and blood. He knew it was not for some simple allergy. It
was serious enough to keep him in the hospital for a long time. Maybe he
won't be coming home. His parents tried to ignore his concerns, and cheer
him up. He just smiled. He knew. He hadn't even told me. He wanted to
rest. His parents left the room and made it to the Conference Room where
they broke into tears. I stayed with Jon and held him to me while he also
cried. He said he couldn't tell me he knew he had leukemia. He knew I
wouldn't tell him, but he also was afraid of losing me. OF course, that
wasn't going to happen.



     Jon recovered from the reaction. And the massages became almost a
daily routine. The next shower was about a week later. He had gotten
stronger. I had another surprise for him. Instead of jerking him off, I
knelt in front of him and began licking on his balls. He just stared. He
had heard of this kind of thing. A blow job. But he had never had one or
given one. After I had him moaning, I went to work on the shaft. First, the
cut head got a workout. Then I slowly went all the way down. He pushed to
be sure I had the whole thing, then began to rotate back and forth with the
rhythm. I would break the rhythm when he started speeding up so we could
build up to a really great orgasm. That drove Jon crazy. He became
exhausted trying to hump me. "PLEASE!!!" was all he could say. I speeded up
until his balls started drawing up tight and I felt the shaft start to
pulse wildly. His hips jerked forward pushing the shaft as far in as it
could go.  "OH MAN!!!" Jon blurted out loudly. The first of several shots
of cum blasted against the back of my throat. His beautiful cut shaft tried
hard to give me every drop in him. Finally, he laid back against the shower
wall breathing heavy and slowly returning from a dream. I backed off
knowing he had just experienced another new adventure. "Now you know how
Jonah felt when he got swallowed by a big fish.", I teased. "I bet it
wasn't anywhere near as good.", Jon chuckled. "I never knew sex could feel
so great. I think I'll keep you." He was so weak I had to carry him back to
bed.

     The blood transfusions became more frequent. And Jon wasn't eating
well. He was losing weight. Nothing we did seemed to help. I was slowly
losing my love. I spent most of my spare time with him. I wouldn't lie to
him. He knew things didn't look good. He still loved the massages. But now,
he was having trouble going to the bathroom by himself. He hated the bed
pan, so he would ask me to carry him. Once he teased that we needed to take
more showers. I think he knew we wouldn't be doing that anymore. He
laughed. I cried. It made me angry that he needed my support now. And I was
crying. "It's all right." , he spoke softly. "Don't cry. Tell me about
dying. What's it like?" Smiling, I told him "you lucky stiff. You will just
go to sleep. You won't hurt any more. They'll probably have a huge baseball
field where you can play ball all the time. You'll never get tired. Enjoy
it cause when I die, I'm going to be looking for you. I'm not so sure it'll
be in heaven, but I sure hope they have a shower. You owe me one." That got
a laugh out of him. "Good thing dad didn't hear that." was his last words
to me. He turned over to sleep.  And I left the place in tears. Something
told me Jon had just said good-bye.

     The next morning I stopped at the hospital coffee shop on my way in. I
spotted one of the nurses from Jonah's wing. We were good friends, so I
couldn't understand it when she pretended not to see me. When I headed
toward her, she appeared to be crying. Tears were rolling down her
cheeks. She couldn't even look up at me. She was sitting at a booth staring
at the table. I don't remember the coffee and donuts falling from my hands,
but I guess they did. They say I yelled "JONAH" so loud the whole coffee
shop just froze. I don't remember that either. I do remember That Dr. Boyd
and Jonah's dad seemed to appear from out of nowhere. They pulled me to a
table in the shop. After forcing me to sit, they held me there. I insisted
I needed to be at Jonah's side. Dr. Boyd managed to give me a shot. A few
minutes later, I was so relaxed I couldn't stand up. Then they whisked me
off to a hospital room to recover.



     Dr. Boyd explained that they had been called in during the night. Jon
was being given a blood transfusion, and had gone into a severe
reaction. His body just couldn't take any more. He had gone into traumatic
shock, and that did it. It was over. Jon didn't hurt any more. Dr. Boyd
reminded me that he had warned me not to get that involved, but he was glad
I was there for Jonah. I sobbed openly. I felt betrayed. Jon had died when
I was gone. I wasn't even there for him. "You don't understand." Dr. boyd
said. "You were there when he went into a coma. He never woke again after
you left him." His dad chimed in "Thanks for being there. It's what Jon
wanted. And I never thought I would say this, but for whatever your reason,
thanks for loving my son. He told me he loved you, and I felt jealous. Not
any more. How could I not like the guy who was always there for him."

    At the father's request, I sat with the family at the funeral. It
didn't surprise me to hear they had donated his organs to help others. I
agreed Jon would have wanted that. His father reminded me that I had only
known Jon for six weeks. He had heard so much about me from his son that he
felt like he had known me much longer. Not long after that, the family
moved away. Jon's father had taken another church to get away, and to
"continue God's work".

    Dr. Boyd came by my office to see me after I had returned to the
hospital. He wanted me to know "For what it's worth, that boy hung in there
day after day hoping to see you again. It's not my business why. Sometimes
he would say he wished he could recover just for you. I should have pulled
you off the team. I couldn't It would have broke your heart - and
Jonah's. Standing, he turned and started to leave. Then he turned back
smiling. "Jonah really was a beautiful kid."  Then he quickly dashed off to
his duties.

     As for me, the hospital insisted that I take a month off to let the
incident in the coffee shop cool off. Some were convinced I had "lost
it". When I did return, I asked to be transferred to a research lab where I
could hide from the world. I couldn't take another shock like that. I am
told that some of my research in the lab has led to advancements in other
parts of the medical field. Thats nice. I kept trying to improve the
treatment for leukemia. Maybe one day, there will be a cure. But, another
Jonah ? I don't think so.

Note: Thanks much for the help from Miguel Sanchez. You can reach me
through miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com. This story is written in Jonah's
memory.