Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 21:50:46 EST
From: DrThroat@aol.com
Subject: After Surgery

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positive response was really overwhelming. I hope I was able to stimulate
your imagination and help you get your rocks off at the same time.

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between two (or more) male characters. If this material is offensive to
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			       After Surgery

As far as guys are concerned, I find myself attracted to some people, and
not to some others.  See, I'm 24 years old, very athletic, and pretty much
straight. I consider myself to be very attractive and desirable.  I'm 5'9",
brown hair and fair skin, well-developed muscles, and very well mannered. I
went to college and was on the baseball team. I have had steady girlfriends
since age 15. In fact, I have now been dating Carol for over two years, and
I plan to propose to her sometime in the next few months. All in all, very
straight, as I said.

Yet, there are sometimes some guys whom I find terribly attractive. It
doesn't have to be any specific type. Could be one of my teammates, some
guy in the mall. And no one particular set of features seems to be
important. Just that the whole package seems to appeal to me in a sexual
way. Which then drives me totally crazy. Because I know that I am straight,
and very happy at that. Yet why is it that sometimes I find myself lusting
after guys? And this confuses the hell out of me. Since my straight life
was otherwise flawless, I never did anything to satisfy my rare gay urges,
nor did I try to give it too much thought.

So this story I am about to tell you took place last summer. At work we had
put together a football team to play in one of the local small leagues. It
seemed a nice way to bring the office together, and pass the time during
those summer weekends. I, naturally, was on the team, being one of the more
athletic and younger guys in the office.  And Carol used to come and cheer
at all the games.

As luck would have it, I was tackled pretty badly one time and ended up
with an injury. My back was hurting a lot, and I was unable to walk for a
week. I saw my doctor, who recommended some physical therapy. After we saw
the pain was getting worse, I was referred to an orthopedic surgeon, who
diagnosed me with a herniated disc. He said that he did not think physical
therapy was going to help me much, and that I needed my lower back spine
operated on. Reluctantly, I agreed. I needed to be hospitalized for 48
hours afterwards and be on strict bed rest.

The date I was given for the surgery happened to be on the same week that
Carol was going to be out of town on an important business trip. The day of
the surgery turned out to be in the middle of one of the worst mid-summer
heat waves that Miami had seen in the past few years.  Nonetheless, I
showed up to the hospital that day, and after much poking and probing, I
had my back surgery. The first night seems a blur, as I was still
recovering from anesthesia. The next morning, my daytime nurse showed up at
8 AM and introduced herself. Woman in her mid-forties, obese, and kinda
short. But she was knowledgeable, and that is all I cared about.

The only thing I had repeated complaints about was the unbearable heat in
my room. It turns out that the hospital building was a bit old, and the
central air conditioning was not enough to support the whole structure. So
I was left in my single room, sweating bullets all day, not being able to
even get out of my room and air myself out. I felt like I must have sweated
at least a gallon in my bed that day.

At 8 PM, my evening nurse showed up. And let me tell you, I knew it was
gonna be trouble! His name was Luke, he was probably about 28, and he was
absolutely the most attractive guy I have seen. He was rather tall, lean,
dirty blonde hair that covered his forehead and played with his eyebrows.
You could drown in his gorgeous hazel eyes. He was not too toned, but had a
decent muscle definition. Basically, he looked like one of those overpaid
models in the Prada and the Armani ads you see in GQ. Except that he was my
nurse for the evening, and I found myself lusting after him.

"Hi, my name is Luke, and I will be taking care of you this evening," as he
was eyeballing my bedside chart. "Oh, man, back injury, how did it happen?"

"Well, uhm, I was playing football with the guys, and got tackled pretty
bad."

"Ouch! At least it looks like surgery went pretty well." He said this as he
was checking my intravenous and other set-up. This let me check him out
fully without getting his attention. He was wearing an old plain white
T-shirt that had been washed too many times. Yet the way the fabric clinged
to his chest, and the outline of his semi-erect nipples, drove me
crazy. The shirt was not too long either, and ended at his waistline. He
was wearing a polyester pair of white pants, the kind they sell in the
uniforms stores. The fabric was a bit translucent on him, and hugged his
butt just perfect. As he turned his back to me, I couldn't make out an
outline of any underwear! This was already making me excited. He then
turned around. I tried to inspect his crotch to see if you could see
anything through the fabric. But the pockets and the zipper obstructed my
view.

"I'm really sorry about the heat situation," he continued. "On heat-wave
days like this we get really hot in here. Poor thing, you're sweating
bullets."

"Yeah, I feel like I have been sweating all day."

"Did you get some ice chips during the day? I can bring you some to cool
off."

"That would be great." I tired to keep the conversation superficial. He
disappeared and returned with a container of ice chips and a plastic cup.
He poured some into a cup and handed it to me.

"Here, this should cool you off for now, until we figure out what to do
with you." As I took the cup from him, I saw a wedding band on his finger,
which relieved my anxiety a lot. So he's straight and married; somehow I
found this relaxing, and now I could talk to him without being sexually
aroused.

He then left to see his other patients. He came back an hour later ...

"How are we doing with the heat? Do you need more ice chips?"

"Uhm, I still have some, but it doesn't seem like it is helping. I'm still
melting in here."

"Listen, I'm really sorry, but the hospital needs to get a new A/C system.
Meanwhile let me see how can we help you there." He disappeared as in to
get something, yet never came back. Meanwhile I was in my hot room, and now
I was constantly thinking about Luke and his lack of underwear under those
translucent pants. Normally, I would jerk it off, and have it over with.
But I was afraid of being caught in the hospital!

Around midnight Luke came back into my room. He had a few towels neatly
folded resting on his right shoulder. And he was carrying a wash basin full
of ice chips.

"I figured maybe an ice cold bath would wash off all the sweat and would
cool you down. It usually helps all my patients."

"Thanks, buddy. I feel so incapacitated, having to lay here motionless in
my bed all day. I couldn't even go to the bathroom to wash up."

"Yup, so I figured we'll cool you off this way." He then rolled my sheet
down to my ankles. He reached behind my neck and untied the only strings
which were holding my hospital gown to my body. Now I was petrified!! If he
was going to roll down my gown to my ankles too, and leave me totally
exposed, I was gonna die! He slowly peeled the gown off my sweaty body and
rolled it down. He folded the fabric onto itself, over my chest, and then
the belly.  Miraculously, he stopped at the waist, and left me covered.

He dipped the first towel in the cold ice, and then put it on my
forehead. The icy cloth felt so good on my skin. He washed my forehead,
then the nose, the cheeks, and the jaw.

"Man, I needed that all day.  You don't know how miserable I felt all day."

"Hey, no problem, it's my job to keep you cool. Plus, feeling fresh and
relaxed will definitely help you heal faster." As he finished with my jaw,
he took another fresh towel, dipped it into the ice, and then folded it
nicely into a strip. He lay it on top of both my eyes, forcing them closed.

"This will cool down your face as I wash your neck and chest."

I'm sure he was doing his job in the utmost professional matter, and was a
very decent human being. Yet in my demented and twisted mind, I was
basically blindfolded as a gorgeous guy was giving me a sponge bath!

It sounded like he took another towel and dipped it in the ice. I then felt
the icy towel on my neck, as he gently stroked the fabric from side to
side. One more dip to keep the towel at freezing level, and now it was on
my left chest. He made circular movements with the washcloth, slowly
approaching the nipple. As the freezing towel touched my nipple, I felt a
stir in my cock. It seemed I could not prevent a boner any more. By now he
was on my right chest, and then the nipple, and I was helpless with a
raging hard-on. But I didn't dare to take the towel off my eyes and assess
the situation, to see if the boner had popped out from under the gown, or
if it was making such a tent that it must have been noticed by now.

I felt like I was being caught! A married, straight man is trying to help
me by cooling me off in my debilitated state, and all I have to give him is
my boner! How embarrassing!!!!! This could not be happening.

One more dip, and the towel now hit the top of my washboard abs. Except
that Luke had probably soaked it too much, as drops of ice water made their
way down my belly, hit my pubes, went on either side of my boner and sacs,
and ended up in my crack. I felt myself oozing precum into my gown, but I
couldn't do anything about it. And I had made the atmosphere so tense that
I did not dare say anything. Could it be that he had not noted that monster
boner by now?

He continued to wash my abs from top to bottom. He stopped at the pubes,
just where the gown was covering my cock. I felt instant relief, thinking
that he was done. But I heard the dipping sound again. Where is he going
now with the towel?

His hand, equipped with the towel, slid under my gown. I thought I was
going to die. He stroked the towel all the way down to my knee, and started
to make his way up my thigh, first washing the outside, and then the inside
of my thigh. He carefully avoided my balls, which I thought was very
professional.

He withdrew his hand, another hip, and he was under the gown again. Except
this time he was going to wash my other knee which was across the bed from
him. As he moved up the thigh, the undersurface of his arm started to rub
on my balls very casually. As he moved further up, the same area of his arm
was very casually rubbing on my hard-on. Yet he did stop, and continued to
wash my thigh in the same professional manner.

He withdrew his hand. Once again I was relieved, thinking it was over. But
I heard the sound of another dip. His hand slid under the gown again, and
this time the icy cloth engulfed my cock and balls, sending shivers up my
spine. Yet the motion was one of cleaning, not stroking. I felt so
embarrassed. This nice man was going to provide me with so much relief as
in even washing my private parts for me so I can cool down, yet I pop a
boner and reveal my attraction to him and the situation.

As I was still dazed, the towel on my crotch was very slowly replaced with
his bare hands. His hand engulfed my cock, and started with some gentle
squeezes, then a few slow strokes. Either he had found a prize, or my boner
made him an offer he could not refuse. The towel on my eyes still prevented
me from seeing what is going on.

I suddenly felt a pair of wet lips on mine. Before I knew it, his tongue
was deep within my mouth, as his hand massaged my cock. His tongue explored
all the crevices of my mouth. Then he drew away, and let go of my cock. I
heard some movement, but couldn't see what he was doing.

The next thing I felt was his mouth on my cock. In one motion he must have
dipped all the way down to take my cock in to its base. He then played with
my glans, and proceeded to give me one hell of a blowjob.

I couldn't take this anymore, I HAD to see what is going on. I finally
gathered the courage to lift the towel/blindfold from my eyes. The sight of
him busy on my cock was unbelievable. I looked over, and his own cock was
hard, and precum was bathing the front of his polyester pants. I tried to
reach over and open his zipper, but my back was still hurting too much. My
attempts at opening his pants were failing pretty badly. He noticed my
limited ability to maneuver, stopped his BJ, and pulled his pants all the
way down. He then took them off, with his shoes and socks. Before I had a
chance to fully admire the sight, he crawled on top of the bed, straddled
my face with his groin, and pushed his cock into my mouth. He lay over me
in a 69, and took my cock in his mouth again.

I now had a cock in my mouth!!! I had no idea what to do with it, so I
started sucking on it like a lollipop. Slowly, as I got used to his member,
I started to play with it the way he was handling mine. Now we were both
sweating bullets. His sweat was collecting from his crack, bathing his
balls, dripping down his shaft into my mouth and onto my face.

He then proceeded to lick my balls. As he was doing this, he slid down with
his body a bit to get a better access. As he did this, his groin slid down
to my chest area. Although I no longer had his cock in my mouth, I now had
the most awesome view facing me: his butt. His asscheecks were like two
perfect cantaloupes, no tan line to be seen. In the middle of that was his
crack. His rosebud was clean and well groomed. This site was so inviting to
me.

I first cupped both his asscheecks and massaged them well. I eased my
fingers slowly toward his butthole, much the same way he had eased his
hands to my nipples before. I finally reached my target, and with my two
index fingers, I circled his hole. His sweat provided all the lubrication I
needed. With this, it seemed that Luke lost his muscle control, as he
stopped everything, collapsed on my belly, and concentrated on my moves. I
circled his hole some more, now that I had his full attention. With no
introduction, I pushed one finger up his sphincter. He let out a loud
moan. Realizing that he had probably made too much noise, he bent his head
and buried his face in the area between my balls and my crack. I then
pushed my other finger in his ass, and began massaging his prostate. His
moans were muffled within the confines of my asscrack.

After I had managed to dilate his sphincter well enough, Luke spontaneously
got up from the 69 position. He turned around and gave me a sultry and
seductive look. He flipped around in the bed, so that his face now faced me
and his groin touched mine. He sat up, stroked my cock a few times with
both hands.

Without any warning, he took a final look at me, and sat on my cock with
his ass. His hole was wide enough to accommodate the entire shaft in one
push. I was deep down inside him now. He went up and down on my cock,
pushing it deeper with every movement. His own cock was at full staff, and
it looked like he was being aroused by this even more than I was.

His cock kept flopping up and down, hitting his belly and then mine as he
got fucked up the ass. We were both sweating like crazy now. His breathing
got heavier. He started to pinch both is nipples for extra stimulation.

It looked like he was reaching his climax, without even touching his
cock. Sure enough he started squirting his gism as he was still getting
fucked. His never-ending load shot all over his belly, my belly and even my
face. This triggered me too, and I filled his bowel with the biggest load
of my cum. Instinctively, he bent over and licked his cum off my face and
my belly. He then collapsed on top of me, and now buried his face into my
shoulder.

We remained motionless and speechless for a while. A few minutes later he
got up, without saying a word, and put his pants and shoes back on. He
covered me with my gown and sheet.

"See you later," is all he said, as he winked at me with his gorgeous
smile. He then left the room.

I did not see his for the rest of the night. The next morning, my daytime
nurse was back on her duty. About 10ish she came back into the room and
said that the doctors are discharging me home. I had not said anything to
Luke, and I didn't know how to find him. I felt that now that I have a
fuck-buddy, maybe I could do this more often. But if I asked my daytime
nurse about Luke's whereabouts, she may suspect something. So I left, not
knowing if I was ever going to see Luke again.

I tired to come up with all kinds of games to stop by the hospital during
the evening shift to meet Luke again. But nothing ever panned out. That was
the best sex of my life, on a hospital bed, with a total stranger, with no
chance of meeting him again.

I still fantasize about my encounter that night.

				  The End

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