Date: Sat, 15 May 2010 08:45:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Bee Stings  Short story

The whole thing happened on my twenty first birthday.  I remember it very
well, because the incident forced me to miss a surprise party my friends
had planned for me.  I lived in a western suburb of New York City, Suffern,
NY in Rockland County to be exact.  It's forty-five minutes (more or less)
from Broadway, as the song goes.

My name is Jason Stern.  I came out when I was in high school.  My life
style was no secret to the locals.  My folks (God love them) were
disappointed, but they loved me, and accepted me for who I was.  Secretly
they hoped I would outgrow the whole idea, meet a nice girl and get
married.  Fat chance!

When I was as young as sixteen, I was having sex with men and boys.  Of
course, I'll never forget the first time.  One Saturday night I took the
bus into New York, and went to a bookstore on Eighth Avenue.  I browsed the
books in the gay section, and knew instinctively that someone would
approach me.  A hairy guy in his early fifties started to chat with me.  He
was singularly unattractive, but he was wearing tight jeans and his package
was quite evident and quite ample.  I was a very horny teen ager.  I guess
it's a trait of all teen agers.  He looked and smelled clean and I allowed
him to take me to his apartment.

He was fairly drooling as he helped me undress.  He laid me on his bed and
proceeded to give me a trip around the world.  It was my first time and I
was grateful at how gentle this hairy ape was.  When he took my cock into
his mouth and started bathing it with his tongue, his lips, and his saliva,
I came almost immediately.  He swallowed every drop of my cum.  He expected
nothing from me, but I was aching to taste his cock, which turned out to be
short and stubby.

"Do you think you could cum again?" he asked.  "I'd like it if you fucked
me."

"I'm ready now," I declared triumphantly, "but I want to taste your cock
first."

He smiled at me.  His teeth were pearly white and he actually looked
attractive to me for the first time.  His gentleness and his obvious
concern for my well being were also making him appear more desirable to me
every minute.  I knew that one should never judge a book by its cover, and
that lesson was being driven home to me as I became more and more sexually
attracted to this man.

He held me tightly in his arms.  I can't tell you what a warm and fuzzy
feeling coursed through my veins as he caressed me.  Then he kissed me and
I grew even more comforted.  I kissed him back and soon we were tonguing
each other.

"Now," I said, and I buried my face in his crotch.  He didn't cum quickly
at his age, but he came soon enough.  Like he had done to me, I swallowed
every drop.  I had tasted my own cum, but this was a whole delicious milk
shake.  I loved the taste of his cock and hated to give it up when it
softened in my mouth.

Then he poured me a glass of milk and he served it with chocolate chip
cookies.  Afterwards we got into his bed again, and he began to suck my
cock once more.  When it was hard, he put a condom on me and lubricated my
sheathed dick.  Then he greased his ass and lay down on his back.  He
raised his legs to grant me easy entry.  He didn't have to tell me what to
do.  My masturbation fantasy was about to become a reality.  Much to my
delight it took me longer to cum this time and I enjoyed every moment.  He
never asked if he could fuck me.  I didn't offer, but I wouldn't have
minded if he did.

We showered together, and sucked each other some more under the water.
When we were dressed he said, "I'll walk you to the bus terminal.  I want
to make sure you get on your bus safely."

We didn't exchange addresses or telephone numbers or anything, and I never
saw him again.  I didn't even get his name, but I have always been grateful
that this gentle man was the one who took my virginity.  It was a great
night for me.

Most of my friends lived in Manhattan, but my dad owned a big furniture
store in Suffern, and I worked for him.  The store went to me, when my dad
retired.  Living in the country, after I came out, kind of cramped my
social life a lot.  My dream was to meet a guy who wouldn't mind living the
suburban life, as long as we could get into the Big Apple easily and
quickly, which we could.

My twenty-first birthday fell on a Saturday, and my friends had asked me to
meet them at a small gay bar in midtown Manhattan after the store closed at
9 PM.  I would be legal to drink, and I could stay over at a friend's
apartment, and not have to worry about driving home.  It sounded good to
me.  I had no idea at the time that they were planning a huge surprise
party for me.  I never did make the party, but that day brought me more
surprises than I bargained for.

The previous afternoon we had received a shipment of five living room
mirrors, so the first thing Saturday morning, I removed the mirrors from
their cardboard crates, and hung them strategically around the store.  As
you can imagine, they were well wrapped and there was an abundance of
cardboard and bubble wrap to dispose of.  It was a hot summer day, and I
was wearing shorts and a tank top shirt.  I had a change of clothes in the
back room, which I intended to wear when I went on to the sales floor after
my chores were done.  As I took several trips to the dumpster with the
wrappings from the mirrors, most of my skin was exposed to the out of
doors.  I began to sweat profusely and I removed my tee shirt also.

On my very last trip, I was just about to close the heavy lid on the
dumpster, when it happened.  To this day, I don't know where they came from
and where they disappeared to afterwards.  All I know is that I was
attacked by more swarming bees than I had ever seen in my life.  I was
unable to think straight.  I didn't know what to do.  Each sting felt like
hot oil being injected into me, and the monsters were stinging me all over
my body.

The dumpster was still open.  Somehow I was able to grab some bubble wrap
and I started to swat the beasts as best I could.  Just as suddenly as they
had appeared they disappeared.  I ran to the back door of the store.  The
heavy iron door weighed a ton and I always needed two hands to open it.  I
was so wounded, that I had little strength left.  With my last bit of will
power, I opened the door, went into the store, headed for the show room,
and passed out before I got there.

Good Samaritan Hospital was less than a half mile from the store.  When I
awoke, I was in the ER.  I was lying naked on a bed.  My groin was covered
with a light towel.  The underside of my body felt squishy, and there was
an IV in my arm.  I learned later that it was not only the standard saline
solution, but it contained some sort of anti venom and an anti-biotic as
well.  The squishiness was caused by an ointment that they had rubbed all
over my body.  As soon as I become aware of my surroundings, I fell asleep
again.  When I awoke, I was in the same messy bed, but I was in a semi
private room.  The other bed was empty.

"So you are awake," I heard a female voice say.  I looked over to see a
petite young nurse adjusting my IV drip.  She was quite attractive, a very
pleasant sight to wake up to.  Good Sam is a catholic hospital and I was
glad not to see an old nun in my present state of undress.

"Are you cold?" she asked.  "We would prefer not to cover you."

"I'm not cold," I answered.  "In fact my whole body is on fire."

"Is it very painful?  I can give you something if you need it."

I burned, but I felt I could bear it.  I didn't want any more drugs in my
body if I could help it.  "I'm OK for now," I said.

"A lot of the wounds still had the bees' stingers in them," the pretty
young thing said.  "The doctor removed all that he could see, but there may
be some left.  If there are any left, they may fall out by themselves.  If
you are particularly uncomfortable, call me and I'll check for more
stingers."  She adjusted the IV drip once again and left the room.  As soon
as she did, my mother came in.

She kissed me very gingerly for fear that she would hurt me.  She was
crying.

"How do you feel?" she asked.  Without waiting for an answer she added,
"Your father will be over as soon as he closes the store?"

"I'm fine," I lied.  "Mom, please call my friend Jacob in New York and tell
him what happened and that I can't meet him tonight.  His number is
212-237-5566.  There's a phone on my bed table that I'm sure you can use.
If he asks to speak to me, tell him that they have me knocked out.  I just
can't talk to anyone right now."

While my mother was on the phone with Jacob, a young man came into the
room.  The thin towel covering my groin must have raised a couple of
inches.  This guy was drop dead gorgeous.  He was about 6 feet tall, maybe
one inch taller than I.  He looked very, very young.  His black hair was
close cropped, and somewhat curly.  His eyes were a beautiful sky blue,
accentuated by extra long black eyelashes.  His nose was bobbed and for
that reason he looked boyish, and younger than his actual years.  His skin
was pale and every here and there you could see a freckle, especially
across the bridge of his nose.

Underneath his lab coat, I detected a very muscular, no frill body.  My
mind created the cock I could not see.  It was circumcised and a good five
inches flaccid.  I almost forgot my pain in my lust for this guy.  He had a
badge with hospital identification pinned to the breast pocket of his lab
coat, but my eyes weren't focusing well enough to read it.  A stethoscope
hung loosely around his neck.  I was pretty certain that despite his
youthful appearance he was a doctor.

Wisely, he did not expect me to shake his hand, but he put his hand on
mine, the one with the IV.

"I'm Dr. Bregman," Mr. America said.  I tended to you in the ER.  I'm sure
the nurse told you that I removed all the stingers that I could find, but
there may be more.  Yell for me if you should feel any."

I couldn't resist.  "I didn't know that they were handing out MD's in high
school these days.  You look awfully young to be a doctor," I joked.

Dr. Bregman laughed and my mother interrupted.  "I'm leaving now
sweetheart.  I'll be back with your father this evening.  Telephone if you
need us."  Without waiting for an answer (she rarely did) she was out of
there, and I was alone with Dr. Gorgeous.

I was very exposed to him and feeling very self conscious.  My loin cloth
was actually moving as my rising cock involuntarily twitched.  I caught
Dr. Bregman looking at it.  When he realized that I had turned to face him,
he moved his eyes from my crotch to my face.

"I need to get some medical history," he said very clinically.  His eyes
glanced back to my crotch.  I purposely moved my body so that the towel
slipped slightly more and my pubic hair showed slightly.  Dr. Bregman sat
down on a chair next to my bed.

He then proceeded to ask a million questions which I answered as best I
could.  Unfortunately I didn't know how old my grandparents were when they
died, or what they died from, but I promised him I would ask my parents
when they came in that evening.

"So Jason today is your birthday," he said.  "Not much to celebrate about,
is there?"

"I wanted to say, "You are wrong, doc.  I want to celebrate meeting you."
But of course I didn't.  Instead I wanted to ask him point blank if we
played for the same team.

"Can I ask you something," I asked.

"I suppose so," he said and smiled at me.

"How the hell old are you and when did you graduate from med school?" I
asked boldly.

"Everyone asks me that.  Here goes," he said.  "My name is Paul Bregman.  I
am 26 and single.  I graduated from Medical College of Virginia a year and
a half ago.  I'm doing my residency here.  I chose it because I grew up one
mile from the hospital.  Any other questions?"

"No shit," I said.  "I have lived a few minutes from here all my life also.
You were at least five years ahead of me in school so I guess we never met.
Are you living with your folks now or do you have a place of your own?"

"I'm a big boy, sonny, and a wage earner.  I have my own apartment.  Also I
was probably seven years ahead of you in school.  I was accelerated."

Ignoring the slight to my academic achievements, I asked slyly, "Do you
share your apartment with anyone?"

Paul gave me a Mona Lisa like smile and said, "Not at the moment."

He adjusted my loin cloth so that I was fully covered again.  "I saw that
schlong of yours in the ER, and you don't want to expose it to the nurses,"
he said.  "I'll look in on you before I leave the hospital tonight." With
that he was gone.

By the time my folks came around that evening, I wasn't hurting too much.
They had stopped the anti venom IV, and were giving me anti histamine
tablets instead.  The pills were doing the trick, but they were making me
very drowsy.  I kept looking at the door hoping Paul would show up.
Finally I said to my parents, "I'm so sleepy.  I really need to close my
eyes."  They wished me a happy birthday (LOL) and left me.  I didn't have
to wait long and Paul came in.  He had shed his lab coat and stethoscope,
and was wearing a tight tee shirt and denim shorts.  He personified the
term, sexy.

He sat down on the chair beside my bed and proceeded to take my pulse.  I
didn't think it was for real.  He certainly wasn't counting or looking at
his watch, and he kept smiling at me.  My loin cloth started twitching
again.  Paul stopped taking my pulse and took my hand instead.

"You should be good to go home tomorrow," he said.  "I'll check you
tomorrow morning when I get in, and if all goes well, as I expect it will,
I'll sign you out."  He let go of my hand and started to stand up.

"Do you have to leave?" I asked.  "Could you stay a little bit as my
visitor?"

He smiled broadly at me.  His white teeth were dazzling.

"You look like hell," he said.  "Your whole body, including your face, is
puffy and swollen.  Both your eyes are black, but the reason I am going to
stay is that when I finished with you in the ER, your mother showed me your
picture.  I'd suggest you get back to normal quickly."

Did that mean what I thought it meant?  I dared not ask.  I was certain
that Paul could read my mind.  He readjusted my ever moving loin cloth, but
this time his hand brushed lightly across my cock.  I sighed and Paul
smiled yet again.

He took my hand once more.  "I can only stay a little while," he said.
I've got another big day tomorrow."

"I understand," I said.  "You know about the only place I don't hurt is
from my waist to my crotch."

"Is that right?" he asked.  "Let me see."  He removed my loin cloth.  "Yes,
your skin is very clear of bee stings in that area.  Let me make sure."  He
lifted my cock and examined it and then he examined my balls.  He replaced
the loin cloth and said, "Yes, you are quite all right there.  However,
I'll want you to come to my office here in the hospital after you are
discharged, so that I can keep an eye on your wounds."

I grew truly bold.  "Maybe I could make a house call," I said.

"That would be very nice," he said.  He replaced the loin cloth and patted
it down.

The next morning was Sunday.  There was a different nurse on duty.  She
said that I was good to go for a shower.  I lingered too long in the
shower.  The warm water soothed the bee stings and it felt really good.  I
patted myself dry and looked in the mirror.  I had two big black eyes, but
the swelling in my face and body had gone down considerably.  I was
beginning to look like my old self.  I wanted to look good for Paul and
decided to get dressed.  The only thing in the closet was what I came in
with; sandals, very brief briefs, and denim shorts.  Miraculously, my
discarded tank top was there too.  My mother or father must have brought it
in for my expected discharge.

After I dressed I looked in the mirror, and decided that I looked even more
my old self than before I showered.  I needed sunglasses for my eyes, and I
was good to go.  I called my folks and told them not to come in.  I said
I'd call as soon as the doctor discharged me, and when they came to get me
to please bring a pair of sunglasses.

The nurse demanded to know why I had dressed.

"Dr. Bregman said that he would discharge me when he came in this morning,"
I said.

"Humph!" she said, and walked out.

I fidgeted for what seemed like hours and finally Paul came in.  God he was
so handsome.  I wanted to throw him down on the bed and ravish him.  He
held out his hand which I would ordinarily have shaken, squeezing hard in a
manly fashion.  Instead I caressed it gently.  He seemed to like it.

He asked me to remove my shirt and then he examined my entire body.

"You can dress now," he said.  "I'll give your discharge papers to the
nurse.  She'll come to get you when they are processed.  You'll find a
prescription for a very strong ant-histamine with your papers.  Take them
as directed for at least another week."  Paul winked at me.  "I'll drop
over to your house tonight," he said, "just to see how you are doing.  I
expect to get off duty at about 5 PM."

"Would you like to have dinner with us?" I asked.

"You bet.  That would be great.  I had planned on going into the city, but
this is a much better offer."

"Come as soon as you are off duty.  I'll be waiting."

Paul arrived at 5:30 PM.  I let him in and he handed me a bottle of red
wine, which I gave to my mother for the dinner table.  My folks were glad
to see him, but what I missed was a hug hello.  I guess the good doctor was
afraid to hurt me.

Now my folks are not dumb.  They could see what was going on so my dad
said, "You two go into the living room.  I'll help mom get dinner ready in
the kitchen.  Paul followed me into the living room.  We sat down together
on the sofa.  Our thighs were touching, and I was getting very aroused.  I
prayed the same thing was happening to Paul.  He put his hand on my knee so
I guessed it was happening to him also.  His hand moved slightly upward
toward my groin.  I put my hand near his crotch and then moved slightly
upward also.  In a second we were fondling each other, but let go quickly
as my father entered the room.  He gave us each a glass of wine, but Paul
warned me not to drink it because of the meds I was on.  Jokingly he said,
"I'll make your drink my second glass of wine."

I don't know how we got through dinner.  Paul and I kept looking at each
other with a longing that could not be denied.  After dinner we all chatted
for a while, and Paul excused himself after a decent amount of time had
elapsed.  He thanked my parents profusely for their hospitality.  Then he
told my dad that I really should not go into the store for a day or two
because the meds would make me drowsy.  I walked him to the door.  I wanted
to kiss him so badly before he left.  I sensed he felt the same way, but we
didn't dare.  He handed me a card.

"Tomorrow is my day off," he said.  "Can you come over?"

"As soon as my folks go to the store," I said.

"I'm glad you didn't get stung anywhere around your love machine," Paul
said laughing, as he walked toward his car.

I arrived at Paul's apartment at exactly 10 AM.  I rang the bell, and after
a moment had passed, the door opened and Paul pulled me into the apartment.
He stood there naked.  His rod was exactly as I had pictured it.  We fell
into each other's arms and began a tongue duel to end all tongue duels.

"Thank you for coming," he mumbled.  "I want so much to make love to you."

"It's all my pleasure," I mumbled back between kisses.  I undressed as
quickly as I could and we went into Paul's bedroom.

"Let me look at you," he said clinically.  "You look pretty good.  Do you
hurt anywhere?""Yeah," I said, "my cock is throbbing."

"Jerk," he said, and threw me on the bed.  "I'm too hot for prelims," Paul
said, and he went right down on me.  I almost came in seconds, so I stopped
him and we changed positions.  Seconds later he stopped me.

"It appears that we are both going to cum quickly so let's let it happen.
We have all day to recover and do more."  With that said, he went down on
me again, but this time, he concentrated on more than just my cock.  He
rimmed me and sucked my balls.  He teased my cock with long tongue strokes
along the shaft.  When I told him that I couldn't take anymore, he took my
cock fully into his mouth, and brought me to a screaming orgasm.  He
swallowed every drop of evidence.

I gasped for air, and when I recovered, I did as much for him.  Afterward,
we lay in his bed, kissing, cuddling and fondling.  This was new to me.  In
the past, when my love making was done, I was done.  I'd dress and go home,
but this time, I never wanted it to end.  I was enjoying holding Paul close
to me, and I didn't want to let go.

But eventually he said, "What do you say I make us lunch, and after lunch,
we can fuck each other."

"I say that's an offer I can't refuse."

Paul made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which I enjoyed
tremendously.  He could have served me pebbles and I would have enjoyed it.
We were cleaning up the kitchen before returning to bed, when Paul
surprised me.

The AIDs epidemic had just been identified, and raging, for a very short
while at the time of my 21st birthday.  "When we did your blood work, we
determined that you are HIV negative," Paul said.  "If I tell you that I am
negative, and haven't been with anyone since my last test, would you let us
go commando?"

"Of course," I said.

Wow, did I get a lecture from Paul.

"That's just the kind of lying that spreads the virus," he said.  "Guys
will tell you that all the time.  Why should you believe them?"

"I don't believe THEM," I stammered.  "I believed you because I love you.
You're not positive, are you?"

"No, of course not," he answered.  "I just wanted to make a point.  Did you
say you love me?"

"The point you are trying to make is rather moot," I answered.  "I do love
you, and I can't see myself making love to anyone but you for the rest of
my life."

Paul was stony silent.  "Please say something before I burst," I screamed,
"even if it's only to tell me to skedaddle out of here."

Paul responded by ignoring my disability and hugging me tightly.  Our lips
met in what can only be described as a kiss of commitment.  When we came up
for air, Paul said, "Thank God, I met you."

"Unless you can prove that God sent those bees to sting me, let's thank the
bees instead," I said.

That night we waited in my house for my folks to get home.  When they did,
we informed them of our commitment.  My mother hugged and kissed Paul, and
my father shook his hand.

"We've got a doctor in the family, at last," he said.

The next night we repeated the scene at Paul's parents' home.

"I need a new living room set," his mom said.  "Do you think you can get me
a discount?"

Within a week, I had moved in with Paul.  As far as we were concerned, our
little love nest was the Garden of Eden.  We lived minutes from our work,
and needn't endure the torturous commute to New York City that most of our
neighbors put up with daily.

Each night after making love, we would lie in bed planning our future.
Paul said that he wanted to open an office in The County, and practice
Family Medicine.  My future of course, was in the furniture store.  Then
for many days we mulled over whether we should buy a house or a condo.
Whenever Paul had a day off, I took the day off, and we looked at newly
constructed houses and condos.  We made a list of assets and liabilities
for both ways of life, and the results were pretty even.

One night in bed, Paul was talking endlessly about the pros and cons of
condos versus houses.  He was mouthing on endlessly when I leaned over him
and shut his mouth with a kiss.

"We'll flip a coin if we have to," I said, "but for now, let's make love."
Paul rolled me over on my stomach, and lay on top of my back.  He began to
kiss my neck and moved down to my shoulders.  He kept going and paid
particular attention to the small of my back.  When he began to tongue my
southern cheeks, I began to sigh and inadvertently I began to mewl.  He
knew how much pleasure he was giving me.  He then began to rim my asshole.

"Fuck me, doctor," I yelled.  "I can't stand it any longer.  There was
always lube on the side table and Paul reamed my ass with the greasy stuff,
and then enveloped his erect cock with the gooey lubricant.  He was able to
enter me easily.

"Examine my prostate," I begged.  He began stroking in and out and I felt
him rubbing against my gland.  Immediately I felt myself cumming.  I let
loose into the bed sheets, and as I did so my ass involuntarily
constricted, and Paul gushed inside of me.

Eventually, he rolled off me and got a damp wash cloth for us to clean up.
I pulled the bed sheet off the mattress and we replaced it.  "I'm too tired
now," Paul said.  "We'll flip the fateful coin in the morning."

Well, we bought a house eventually, in the neighboring affluent town of New
City (not to be confused with New York City.)  That was almost twenty-five
years ago.  The store is long gone.  We couldn't compete with the likes of
the mammoth furniture chain stores which were spreading across the country.
I sold out to one of them, and I work there now as a salesman.  Paul has
built a successful practice.  Who wouldn't want Dr. Gorgeous to be his
doctor?

Often, when I think back on our lives since we met, I think about the
swarming bees, not with loathing, but with love.  If they hadn't stung me,
I might never have met Paul.  The thought of it sends shivers through me.
I can't imagine the empty life I would have led without him.  Now I know
why I always prefer to sweeten my tea with honey, and not with sugar.