Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 09:30:49 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hospital Operation-3

Hospital Operation - Before, During and After - Part 3
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)
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This is a true story that happened in the Summer and Autumn of 1978
... continued from Part 2
I hope you enjoy my memories.  If you enjoy my writing, I am now listed in
the Authors or Prolific Authors section.
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I thought I would need to get a taxi back to my apartment but my landlord
surprised me by being right there ready to drive me the few blocks home.
He helped me up the stairs and my next door neighbor was right there
greeting me as soon as we got to my floor.  Although neither had visited me
in hospital, they were being kept apprised of my situation by mutual
friends.  My neighbor had been keeping my apartment cleaned for me ... the
landlord letting him in once a week.  I got to my bed and I literally
collapsed into it.  I was far from being up to full strength.  There was a
handful of bills that had collected over the past 3 months and I noticed
most had been opened.  The landlord, who I had paid with 12 postdated
cheques for my rent when I moved in, had opened my mail as it arrived and
paid what had to paid for me.  He figured I had enough on my plate without
needing to worry about "the little stuff".  There was a running accounting
of what was paid and when and a total .. so I got my cheque book and wrote
him out a cheque on the spot for the total and thanked him profusely.  That
was so generous and thoughtful of him ... especially since I hadn't thought
of any of that while I was in hospital.

My neighbor explained that he'd had to throw out a lot of stuff from my
small fridge and cupboard (which I knew there would be) and offered to go
to the grocery store for me to pick up whatever I felt I needed.  All the
money I'd had in my wallet when I went into the hospital, plus all the
profits from the kitchen as well as the cash from the sale of the kitchen,
I had in my pants pocket.  So I started dictating a list of foodstuffs I
felt I needed and gave him more than enough money to pay for it ... and off
my neighbor went.  My landlord, who had exited a few minutes before saying
he'd be right back, came back into the apartment just as my neighbor was
leaving.  In his hand he carried a walkie talkie type thing.  Turns out
that's exactly what it was.  He set it beside my bed on the table there and
plugged an adapter into a handy wall plug.

"If you need anything, day or night, just click this button and talk.  I
have the other one down in my apartment and it will be on all the time and
I will carry it with me when I leave the apartment.  If I am going to going
out of range, I will come up and tell you and tell you again when I get
back.  Just don't hesitate to call me on it.  I used to be a nurse before I
retired and bought this building, so I know what I am doing" he said with a
smile.

I always really liked Ed, the landlord.  He had always been real friendly
with me but we just never seemed to have the time to visit and get to know
each other before this.  I guessed Ed to be in his mid to late 50's.
Greying hair but still thick and full.  Bright sparkling grey blue eyes and
he was always quick to smile.  His smile was so white and so perfect, I
sometimes wondered if they were his own teeth or dentures.  He had a not
bad slight to medium sized build, with a little thickening showing through
his middle ... but still not too bad at all.  >From the way his eyes raked
over me whenever we met in the hallways or outside, I knew he fancied me in
a lust filled kind of way.  But as I said, time just didn't seem to help
our relationship develop into a physical encounter.

"Thank you Ed ... its really appreciated.  The thought of being here by
myself had me a little concerned.  This ..." I said, holding up the walkie
talkie " is easing that concern a lot."

"Think nothing of it.  I am around here most of the time anyway ... I do my
writing from my apartment" he said.  I had forgotten Ed was a published
writer.  Poetry I believe.  That was confirmed when he continued "And I
will be concentrating on writing my prose for the next while if my
publisher has anything to say about it.  He wants my next book wound up and
on the shelves for Christmas."

"Well, I wish you all the luck on meeting the schedule" I smiled.  It was
then I noticed how warm it was, and realised it had been unnaturally warm
outside for the beginning of November.  After all, I only was wearing the
same clothes I wore into the hospital during that heat wave at the
beginning of August ... and I did not find it cool when I stepped outside.

"I just realised how hot it is in here ... and outside too.  Are we having
a real hot Indian Summer?"

"You bet we are mate.  Would you like me to open some windows for you?"

"Yes please, if you don't mind ... I am starting to sweat buckets here" I
said with a grin.

"How did you make out in hospital keeping cool and such?"

"Well, most of the time I just laid naked in bed with a sheet covering my
privates" I said, blushing a bit.

"How about showers, have they permitted you to have them since the
operation?"

"Yeah, about a week or so ago an orderly helped me take my first shower
since the surgery.  But its just been sponge baths since.  I guess in a day
or two I should consider hopping in mine and washing off a bit better.
Sponge baths are okay but I never feel real clean with them."

"If you want to have a shower, I don't mind helping you.  It wouldn't be a
problem" Ed offered, with what I felt might be a nervous tremor in his
voice.

"You sure you wouldn't mind?" I asked, pleased he had offered.  Then I
joked "Or do you just want to see what I look like naked?"  and then
laughed.

Ed laughed too as he confessed "Damned right I would like to see you naked,
and get a chance to rub my hands all over you.  But you can breath easy
... I won't ravage you."  Then he added with a twinkle in his eyes and an
evil grin "Unless you want me to, that is"

At that we both broke out laughing.  But the thought invoked a slight
stirring in my pants that had become far too unfamiliar since the
operation.

"Lets see what the hospital sent home with you in this little bag of
goodies." Ed said as he picked up the shopping bag of stuff the nurses had
handed me on my way out.  I had forgotten all about it.  "Waterproof
bandages, some surgical tape and a big roll of real this padding stuff
... some ointment ... a whole pile of cards.  You want me to set them up?"
he asked.

When I shook my head in the negative, he handed the cards to me and I set
them in the table drawer next to my bed.  Ed laid everything else on the
little dining table.

Picking up the big roll of padding, he turned to me and asked "What are you
supposed to use this for?"

I pulled up my shirt bottom and pulled down my waist band so Ed could see
they had taped a strip of it over my incision where the waist band from my
pants rested.

"Jesus Christ man, how far did they cut you?  In all my years of nursing I
never saw any gall bladder incision go that far down."

I undid my pants and opened my zipper and then I asked him if he could help
me get my pants and underwear off, not only so I could show him, but more
so because I was extremely uncomfortable wearing them.  So Ed pulled my
pants and underwear down to my ankles and then after removing my shoes and
socks, slipped them off over my feet.  Then when I tried pulling my shirt
up over my head, he came up and helped me remove it as well.  I guess 3
months in hospital makes one lose some of their modesty because I was now
laying flat out naked for Ed to look at and I was only mildly embarrassed
about it.

"Holy Crap ... they really cut you open didn't they?  What the hell really
happened to you?  I was getting bits and pieces from a few of the guys
... but nothing that prepared me to see this.  And SHIT ... where's all
your hair?"

So as Ed got the sheet and bedspread out from under me so I could lay on
the bottom sheet, I started telling Ed all the medical stuff that had
happened and all.  Ed got the bedspread off the bed, folded and set on the
truck I had at the end of my bed and then got the top sheet situated so I
could lay it across me like I had at the hospital.  Then after I was
comfortable, he brought a chair over and sat down listening, asking
questions from time to time, and shaking his head.

When he finished, he looked right into my eyes "I am sorry" he said "I had
no idea you went through all that.  Had I known, I would have made time to
go visit you in the hospital"

"Don't be sorry, Ed" I said, patting his hand "You did the things I needed
you to do for me that I completely forgot about.  I will forever be
grateful to your for doing that.  If you hadn't done that for me, my phone
would have been disconnected, my life insurance cancelled, the insurance on
my business, my health insurance premiums.  Plus, you kept my apartment
ready and waiting for me.  And all those bills you paid out of your own
pocket, not even knowing for sure if I could repay you right away when I
got out.  That was so incredibly generous and thoughtful of you.  I had
enough visitors at the hospital.  What you did for me was way more than a
visit to the hospital would have accomplished.  Thank you ... from the
bottom of my heart" And with that I pulled his hand to me and I kissed it
and held it to my cheek for a moment.

I could not get over this man feeling guilty for not visiting after all he
had done for me.  He did things I wonder if even someone I would call a
best friend would have done.  I looked right into Ed's eyes trying to
convey to him the sincerity of my words and the gratitude I genuinely felt.
Just as it was about to become an emotional moment ... someone knocked at
the door.

Ed went to answer it, and without hesitation Roy, the next door neighbor
who had gone shopping for me, came sweeping into the room with his arms
full of bags.  He must have knocked on the door with his foot.  Roy
immediately started unpacking and putting things away while explaining some
of the additional things he picked up and why he didn't pick up others.
Like, romaine lettuce was far better for me than iceberg or Boston.  And
then started into relating the neighborhood gossip he had heard while on
his errand.  Ed and I just smiled at each other and started to softly
chuckle.  Quickly, Roy had everything put away and stored the empty bags
and turned around to take a breath.

The breath turned in a high pitched shriek as he saw me laying on my bed
with the sheet down below my waist with most of my scar clearly on display.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  What the hell did those butchers do to you,
honey?  And your HAIR ... where did all that LOVELY body hair go?  There's
just no justice in this world " Roy tisked "to do all that to a body like
yours."

"FIRING SQUAD ... FIRING SQUAD" Roy yelled towards the open windows
"Somebody find the fucking firing squad ... I am going to shoot me some
doctors !!"

By this time I was laughing so hard I had to grab a pillow from behind my
head and grasp it across my abdomen to try to stem the increasing pain
caused by my laughter.  I laughed so hard, the pain became too much and I
literally started to cry from it.  Then as the pain eased, I slowly opened
my eyes and through my tears I saw Roy and Ed leaning towards me with deep
concern in their faces ... and I broke out laughing again.  Next thing you
know, the three of us were laughing like hienas until once again my pain
led to tears.  This time though, when the pain eased ... I implored "No
more laughing please ... no more" but I couldn't stifle my snickers.

After the moment passed, Roy held up his hand and waved his fingers and
asked "May I?" indicating he would like to rub my chest.

"Sure ... go ahead."  I said.  Roy and I had become quite friendly since I
moved into the apartment.  He was a really nice sweet guy ... but we
admitted to each other right at the beginning that we weren't each others
type.  He wasn't masculine enough for me, I wasn't a drag queen which is
who he prefers.  But he still was fascinated with my muscles and with my
body hair, so every once in a while he would ask if he could rub his hands
on me.  Or, if I happened to be out on our shared balcony sunny myself, he
would offer to put suntan oil on me which I usually accepted.  It was
almost like being worshipped in a way .. and it was harmless ... something
we both enjoyed.  Roy had never seen me completely naked, I always had at
least my briefs or a speedo on.  But when he rubbed me, he rubbed me all
over even under whatever I was wearing.  This time was no different, even
with Ed watching.  Ed's eyes just about popped out of his head when Roy's
hand ventured down under the sheet and was very obviously fondling and
stroking me, bringing me quickly to a full erection.

"You feel so different" Roy said and then he grasped my hard cock firmly
giving it a good stroke while he continued "well some of you feels the
same" And then grinned at me widely.  I just laid there with a smirk on my
face as I first looked at Roy and then looked up to see Ed's reaction to
all this.  Ed seemed a little flustered and flushed ... but that didn't
stop him from watching Roy's exploration of my hairless body.  When Roy was
done, he promptly stood up and announced he had to leave and get ready, he
had a dinner date.  So off he bounded out the door again.

Just before the door closed behind him, Roy called back "See you darlings.
Peter, if you need anything, just throw something against the wall.  And
Ed, you should feel him ... does he ever feel strange without the hair.
Looks better ... but feels strange."  And then he was gone.

Ed just stood there for a moment looking at the floor.  Finally I asked him
"Did you want to feel what I feel like without hair?"

"Yeah, I would if you don't mind.  But I never felt you with hair so I have
no real comparison to make."

"It doesn't matter Ed.  If you want to touch me, its okay.  Just about
everyone who visited me at the hospital after I was shaved wanted to run
their hands over me.  You wanting to do it too doesn't bother me." I said
with a smile.

So Ed kneeled down beside my bed and reached out his hands and touched my
chest.  It became almost immediately apparent that Ed's idea of rubbing his
hands on my body and everyone else's idea were quite a bit different.
Everyone else, they just literally moved their hands across my skin.  Ed's
was more of a slow gentle massage ... and it was feeling great.  With each
kneading stroke of his hands on my pectorals, my already hard cock bounced
against the sheet which now barely covered any of me.  Ed quickly
discovered my weak spot was my nipples and he started tweaking, pulling and
twisting them a bit.  I could not hold back the moan that escaped my lips.

"Peter, I know you just came out of hospital but I would like to continue
what I am doing for a while yet.  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure ... I guess.  What all do you plan on doing?" I asked, a wee bit
concerned but not in any real fear.

"Just ... stuff" he said hesitantly. "How would it be if I just do the
stuff I want and if you don't like something or you get uncomfortable then
just tell me to stop.  And I promise I will stop".

"Okay I guess.  But if I say stop and you don't ... duck" I said with a
grin.

Ed started back massaging my chest again and then up over my shoulders.  He
pulled the arm furthest away from him across my body and he worked all the
muscles in it right down to my fingers and then gave my palm and fingers a
most excellent massage.  I had never experienced that before.  When he was
done with that arm ... he raised it above my head and squeezed my fingers
about one of the iron rungs in the headboard.  Obviously he wanted me to
keep my arm out of the way.  Then he did my arm closest to him the same way
and when finished, brought it too above my head to clasp onto the
headboard.  He surprised me when next I felt his hands on my feet,
massaging them and each of my toes and then laying my leg down so my heel
caught off the side of the bed.  Then he did the same with the other foot.
Ed then got up and went into the bathroom.  I heard the water running for a
minute, and then Ed was returning folding a washcloth and when he got back
to the bed, he laid the warm cloth across my eyes.  I was intrigued and
found the situation becoming even more arousing.

"Are you okay Peter?  Just nod your head yes or no"

I nodded yes of course.  I felt the sheet being moved back off of me,
leaving me totally and widely open to his eyes.  My still hard cock
standing straight up.  Ed set right in to a routine of massaging an area
and then kissing and licking it and then massaging once more before moving
on to the next area.  He seemed especially intent in my armpits which tend
to be very ticklish ... but not this day.  The more he rubbed and explored,
the more I was being turned on.  It was obvious he did not want me to
reciprocate ... not now anyway.  He just seemed solely intent on bringing
me pleasure.  He very carefully worked his way around my incision while he
massaged, kissed and licked my abdomen.  Then he worked his way down the
hip closest to him, down my thigh and calf.  He then carefully moved onto
the bed between my spread legs to work on the other hip, thigh and calf.
All this time my cock remained hard, oozing precum which I could now feel
pooling around the base of my dick and slowly starting to run down one
either side of my balls.  I felt the bed shift a bit, heard a noise I could
not quite identify and then I felt Ed's hands start to explorer and massage
their way around my groin.  Without warning, my entire cock was buried in a
hot wetness and Ed's tongue was exploring every inch of my cock's head and
shaft as he sucked it in and out of his mouth.  While keeping my cock in
his mouth down to its root ... I could feel him suctioning at the pool of
precum pooled there, as his other hand rubbed the precum that had been
spreading on either side of my balls up over my tightened sack and down
under it right to my ass pucker.

My head was moving back and forth, my hands gripped the iron rods tighter
and my gasps and groans filled the otherwise quiet room.  I was again
feeling things I hadn't felt in about 2 months, I hadn't had a climax in
that long either ... and I found my body skyrocketing towards a big one.
Ed brought his hands up to keep my hips on the bed, he wanted to do all the
work.  I could just lay there and moan and enjoy.  Then Ed brought his jaws
together and I knew then that he had dentures and had taken them out.  The
feeling of his gums pistoning up and down my hard throbbing cock was
incredible.  No blowjob I had before was anything like this.  Almost
immediately I started shooting my load into Ed's waiting mouth.  Again and
again, load after load came rocketing out of my cock and I could feel it
gathering in his mouth, washing all around my still spewing cock.  And then
when he swallowed, this throat muscles danced over my cock head as I felt
my cum rush past my cock on its way down his gullet.  It seemed like I came
forever, and Ed took it all, steadily nursing my softening cock until it
was completely dead.  Then he suctioned his mouth back off it and then
kissed it as it lay spent.

As I was gulping in air, trying to regain my breath after that fantastic
orgasm, I still did not move.  I felt Ed get off the bed, then he moved my
legs closer together and came up to move my arms down by my sides.  With
one last kiss on my soft pecker, he pulled the sheet back across so I was
draped as before.  Only then did he remove the almost dry facecloth from
over my eyes.  I kept my eyes closed for the moment, then Ed leaned down
and placed a gently kiss on each.  He then kissed my slightly parted lips,
running his tongue around them.  My tongue sought his and we shared our
saliva.  I could still taste some of my cum in his spittle.  As he sat up
beside me on the bed, I opened my eyes and smiled that smile of
satisfaction at him.

"Wow" was all I could say.  But it seemed enough for him as he smiled
widely, gave me another quick kiss on the mouth then got up to take the
washcloth back into the washroom.

Seconds later he come out and asked "So, what are we going to order in for
dinner.  My treat.  I figure you need something sinful after all that
healthy crap they feed you in the hospital".

"Sounds good to me" I said "but I should be treating you.  Really, let me
pay, my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for me"

Ed grinned, ran his tongue around his lips and smacked them loudly and
chided "You just gave me your thank you"

I then remembered, I didn't even consider Ed might want me to help him get
his nut.  When I mentioned that I could help him, he said I already had
... twice.  At my puzzled look, Ed confessed he had already cum twice in
his pants, without even touching himself.  Once when he was going nuts on
my armpits, and the second time was just before I shot off.  He then
informed me he had planned to go down to his apartment and shower and
change ... by the time he was done our dinner would be delivered.  Now to
just decide what to eat.  I asked him if he liked fish and chips ... we
looked at each other and smiled and both said "O'Grady's" at the same time.
In both of our books, there is absolutely no other place to order fish and
chips from.  That settled, Ed went out the door and I heard him heading
down the stairs.

I heard a quick knock and Roy came sweeping into the apartment again,
dressed for the kill.

"I thought you were going out for a dinner date" I said

"Oh, I am, but he was running late so I am just heading out now" he said.
"So, my dear, I hear or rather just heard you negotiating for a lower rent"
he said with a conspiratorial smile.

"You bitch.  I wish you would stop listening at the walls" I smiled back

"I didn't have to listen at the walls, your moans could be heard clear down
to the front door.  And that was inside.  Out side there were people
turning their heads half a block away."  he laughed "Anyway honey, I am
just on my way out ... and you weren't quite that loud ... but close.  Did
you need anything before I go?  Or need anything on my way back?"

"No ... I am fine thanks" I chuckled "Thanks for asking."  Then as he
turned to go I called him back "Actually, I have to go to the washroom and
I haven't tried to get up out of this bed by myself before.  Would you mind
waiting to see if I can do it okay?"

"Sure hon, no problem"

So I moved slowly to my side and used one hand pressing against the bed
after the other ... using my hands to kind of walk myself up so I was
sitting erect.  Roy offered a hand, but I needed to see if I could manage
this on my own.  I tried pushing up with both arms on the bed and using my
legs ... but that wasn't working.  Then I grabbed the chair Ed had brought
near, turned it around and used the back to help pull myself up.  Luckily
Roy was there.  I was part way up when the chair started tipping back and
Roy promptly parked his butt on the seat.

"Thanks" I said "that could have been a little disastrous."

"You go to the can ... I will be right back" and Roy was out the door
again.

I wasn't moving too fast and the piss took longer than expected, so when I
came out of the bathroom, Roy was already back after having lugged in a
tall box and putting it on the seat of the chair.

"That weighs about 70 pounds ... its old books.  That should be enough
weight on the seat, as long as you are careful."  then he came over to me,
gave me a peck on the cheek as his hands went around to cup my naked butt.
Then swatting one cheek lightly he turned and was out the door.  I think
the "Thanks" I called out was cut off by the closing door.

Since dinner was going to be here shortly, I decided not to try to lay down
again yet.  Instead, I set the small dining table with 2 place settings.
Luckily, I still had 2 chairs we could sit on since the one was now
appointed my official getting out of bed helper.  Enjoying being up and
mobile, I went into the bathroom and pulled a hand towel from the shelf and
wrapped it around my waist and wrapped the ends around themselves to secure
it.  I winced with sudden pain as the towel tightened across my incision.
I thought I could bear it for the short term but I would definitely have to
find something other than things with a waistband to wear for a while.
Towel secured, I opened the apartment door and made my way the short
distance to the doorway to the small balcony Roy and I shared.  I left the
door open so I could hear Ed coming back up, and it would also help the air
flow though the open windows in my apartment.

The hot day was cooling off nicely, the breeze and fresh air felt great on
my near naked body.  The breeze was causing the towel to flap back off my
buns and up off my crotch but that was okay because the floor and railings
of the balcony were solid.  We could sunbathe out here nude if we wanted
and no one could see.  The breeze felt so good after being hospital so
long, and the towel was really hurting my incision now so I reached down
and just pulled off the towel and laid on the railing beside me.  I heard
someone coming up the stairs so I just held the towel around me as I made
my way back to my apartment.

"Enjoying the freedom?" Ed asked as he stepped up the last step and
followed me into the apartment.

"Yes ... definitely" I smiled "but I am going to have to figure out
something to wear that is not going to bother my incision.  That padding is
okay when I have to put on pants to go out but for just around the building
here.  I gotta figure out something else"

We sat down and both savoured the dinner.  I had provided a bottle of wine
for after the meal and somewhere Roy had come up with a fruit salad which
we had for desert.  My abdomen was getting pretty sore and uncomfortable
sitting upright for the first time for so long ... so I told Ed I should
lay down again.

"Before you do that ... did you want that shower we talked about?"  Ed
asked

"God, I would love it if you wouldn't mind helping me."

"No problem at all.  I will just clear this stuff off the table and get
undressed and we will be set"

"Why don't I clear off the table while you get undressed.  Quicker and I
can't be getting used to being waited on." I said.

So I cleared the table, gave the dishes a quick wash and put them in the
rack to dry.  When I turned around Ed was standing there stark naked.  For
a man of his age he looked surprising better without his clothes than with
them on.

I smiled and said "You should go naked more often.  And who would've guess
you were hiding this in your trousers" As I said that I reached out and
stroked his lengthening 7" cock.  It was a really nicely shaped attractive
piece of man meat.

Ed swiveled me around and said "None of that now, we have to get your
shower over with..  But first, the waterproof bandage for your incision I
almost forgot about."

After he got the bandage in place, he stepped in behind me in the tub and
turned on the water, adjusting the water before switching the flow to the
showerhead.  The shower was very "professional" in that there was no
eroticism or anything, just a wonderful relaxing massage type soaping down
and then rinsing off.  Then he gave himself a quick soap and rinse,
wouldn't let me do it, just had me lean up against the wall hanging onto
the grab bar.  Then he got us out and toweled us both off.  Escorted me to
my bed and pretty much ordered me to get in and go to sleep.  I had to
admit I was exhausted.  I fell asleep before he had finished dressing and I
did not even hear him leave.

I roused from my sleep during a most erotic dream.  As my eyes opened and
realised it was full daylight outside, I also realised my dream was
continuing.  I closed my eyes again as I realised I was speeding towards an
orgasm due to the ministrations of the hot wet mouth ravaging my hard cock.
Within a minute of gaining consciousness I was blasting my cum down the
throat of a very skilled dick sucker.  Again and again I coated his throat
and he swallowed it all.  As my orgasm eased, that's when I realised my
unknown morning pleasurer was Ed.  He had once again taken out his dentures
and I could feel his gums coaxing every last drop of my cum from my now
softening cock.

"Now THAT is how someone should be woken up in the morning" I said as I
opened my eyes and ruffled Ed's hair as he continued to nurse on my dick.
"Thank you.  But you shouldn't have felt you had to do that for me" I
continued with a satisfied smile.

"That was for me" Ed said with a smile as he released my now soft cock and
pulled the sheet to my waist again.

Not really feeling "in the mood" to, I still offered "Can I help you get
off too?"

"No need, I am just going to have to change my pants again when I get home"
Ed chuckled.  "I brought you some coffee and bagels with creme cheese
... and its time for your medications."

"Well before I delve into that, I need to go pee ... real bad" I said as I
attempted to raise myself out of bed.

Everything, my whole body, must have stiffened up through the night because
I could barely move on my own.  Ed helped me to my feet, and when I lost my
balance and almost fell, Ed came into the bathroom with me.  He held me
steady as I let loose the contents of my bladder into the toilet bowl, then
he helped me back to one of the dining table chairs.  Ed went into the
washroom and came back with face and hand towels.  I washed my face and he
returned them to the bathroom.  This time he came back with a hairbrush.

"Your hair looks like it was styled by the electric company.  Its sticking
up straight all over." he smiled

I usually kept my hair in those days in a buzz cut, but it hadn't been cut
for the past 3 months.  Since before I went into the hospital.

While I tried to tame my hair into something a little more agreeable, Ed
said "We have a new guy in the building, Paul.  He's in 2B, almost right
below you.  He is a hairdresser and I know he is off today.  Do you want me
to see if he can give you a haircut today?  He is a really nice guy, and
since most of the guys in building have been talking about you and the
hospital since he moved in, I am sure he would like to finally meet you."

"Yeah, sure ... that would be great.  Thanks Ed." I said as I downed the
medications he handed me with a sip of the coffee he had brought with him.
"But I really feel I have become a burden to you.  I don't want you to feel
you have to nurse maid me."

"Listen, you are not being a burden.  You didn't ask me to help.  I am
doing it because I want to.  Besides, I am getting the payment I want.  I
have been able to live a fantasy I have had.  I've sucked your cock twice
now.  That's the payment for my help, if you feel you need to give me
something for helping you" he said with a smile.

"In that case, feel free to help me anytime you want." I grinned "there are
just some things that you can't just pick up the phone and order in.
Although I think I know of a few guys who would gladly make a visit if they
thought they might be rewarded" I laughed.

"From what I have heard around here the past few months, you don't need a
phone, just open your door and holler down the stairs that you are horny.
There's enough guys here to keep you satisfied" Ed chuckled.

"Really?  I never knew that.  Didn't even pick up any signals.  Even with
you, Ed.  I knew you appreciated my look, but didn't know you lusted for me
a bit.  All you ever had to do was say something, and we could have hooked
up months ago."

"Well, I was waiting for you to say something."

"I don't usually, in fact I only ever rarely, make a first move.  And, to
let you know how much of a slut I really am, the word NO is not in my
vocabulary when a guy comes on to me.  As long as its regular run of the
mill sex.  I don't much get into the fetish stuff."

"I wish I had known that.  Why don't you put it on a t-shirt or something?
You just come across as being the one who likes to be the one to initiate
things."

"Well, now you know" I said with a grin.

The coffee and bagels finished, Ed stood up and placed everything on the
tray he had brought it upstairs on.  "Listen, guy.  I have a meeting with
my agent and then we are invited to lunch with my publisher.  So I am going
to be gone until early afternoon.  Are you going to be okay?"

"Sure, I will be fine.  Go ahead and don't worry about me.  Thanks for the
"wake up call" and breakfast.  You can feel free to wake me up that way any
time you want to" I said with a chuckle and a flip of my soft cock.

"Okay, I'll just do that" Ed said with a wide smile. "But now, I have to
get moving or I am going to be late.  I will stop by Paul's apartment to
see if he can cut your hair for you today."  Ed leaned over, gave me a
quick kiss on the lips and he was out the door, leaving it unlocked at my
request.  If I had visitors today, I certainly didn't want to have to keep
getting up and down to open the door for them.

I moved to an arm chair and lazed back into it comfortably, making sure the
weighted down dining room chair was handy in case I needed it to get up.  I
was still naked, and looked down once again at the long ugly looking scar
that bisected my abdomen.  Gosh, I wondered, will this thing ever heal
right and fade to almost non-existence?  I started to run my fingers down
the scar, noting the tenderness still there, when there was a quick knock
at the door and Roy came flying into the room like a fresh breeze.

"Good morning, stud" he said as he came over and gave me a quick kiss on
the cheek and pulled over a chair so he was sitting in front of me.  "I
don't know if you heard, but Ed called up and said Paul would cut your hair
in about an hour or two.  You lucky man, you.  Have you seen Paul yet?
Dreamy ... absolutely dreamy.  He can park his shoes under my bed any time
he wants to" he grinned.

I grinned along with him, knowing from experience that Roy's idea of
"dreamy" and mine were sometimes vastly different.

"How was your date?  You get lucky?"  I asked

"Oh, darling, the dinner was great.  And yes I got lucky.  Lucky that he
had to call it an early night because he had an appointment this morning.
I met him as a drag queen ... absolutely gorgeous.  He showed up for dinner
as a man.  What a God awful transformation.  He should wear makeup all the
time ... and definitely stay dressed as a woman.  As it was, we parted and
I went down to the park and sucked off a few guys and another guy fucked me
before I came home."

"Gawd ... and I thought I was a slut.  Even I don't do parks or beat the
bushes trying to pick up guys" I said with a chuckle.

Roy laughed it off, it was the usual conversational banter between us.

"They really cut you from stem to stern didn't they?  Those insensitive
butchers." Once again getting upset with the doctors.

"They just did what they had to do, I guess.  When the gall bladder
exploded, they apparently had to work fast to contain the infection as best
they could and get all the gall stones out."

"Jesus, you really did go through the ringer, didn't you?  Well, you are
safe and sound at home now.  And we will take good care of you." he said as
he leaned over and ran his hand across my once hairy chest.  "Are you going
to let that wonderful hair grow back now?"

"I think I should keep it shaved until after the incision heals.  They said
its easier to ward off infection from the outside if I am kept shaved."

"I will be glad when you are back to your old hairy self again.  Anyway
hon, I have to head into work.  Is there anything I can pick up for you on
my way home?  Anything I can do before I leave?"

"Actually yes, if you don't mind.  Could you give me a hand back to bed
again?  Feel like I have to lay down again for a while."

"Sure thing.  Just a minute and I will make your bed for you and you can
lay on top of it then.  Its supposed to be another hot one today."

As he went about making the bed, I commented "I am going to feel a little
exposed just laying on top of the bed naked.  Especially when this Paul guy
is coming to cut my hair.  I wish I owned something I could wear that
didn't have a waist band on it."

"Never fear, Roy is here.  I think I have exactly what you need."  So after
making the bed he was out the door and came back a few minutes later with a
few folded items in his arms.

Taking the top one off the pile and shaking it out, Roy continued "This I
picked up when I went to Egypt last year.  All the men wear them, and the
other two I picked up in Morocco and Turkey.  They are all finely woven
"caftan" type things.  Lets get you up and try one on.  They are supposed
to be almost a "one size fits all" type of thing."

So he got me up and slipped the garment over my head, I got my arms in the
arm holes and he let the rest of the garment fall to a little about my
ankles.

"This one was a bit too big on me, but it seems to fit you perfect.  What
do you think?" Roy asked as he moved me in front of the full length mirror
that hung on one wall.

It was almost a sheer fine woven cotton in a slightly off white color, and
it felt cool to wear, the slight breeze coming through the window seeming
to pass through the fabric.  With the light behind me, I could see the
outline of my body in the fabric.  But Roy was right, it was perfect for
what I needed.

I hugged him gently and thanked him, then Roy helped me lay down on the
bed.  Then once again, with a final good-bye he swept out the door again
and was gone to work.

I must have dozed off without realising it, because I was suddenly being
brought to consciousness by a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked in a voice loud enough to be heard through the door

"It's Paul from downstairs.  Ed said you needed me to cut your hair when I
was able.  Is now a good time?"

"Sure, yes, come on in.  The door is unlocked."

The door opened and in walked an absolutely, drop dead gorgeous guy.  He
must have stood 6'4", very early 20's ... deeply tanned with massive
shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist.  The white t-shirt he wore was
stretched to the point of ripping.  His pecs and abdominals clearly
displayed through the material and his nipples punching out their clearly
displayed position.  Big biceps, a thick neck.  He wore blue jean cut-offs
that looked painted on.  A huge basket on display and when he turned to
close the door ... and I felt myself catch a breath as his tight bubble
butt was put on display.  He turned back around and I was immediately
struck by his deep blue eyes, his straight aquiline nose, broad smile with
full lips and white teeth ... and his hair ... a light blonde that fell
straight ... down past his shoulders a bit.

He came to the bed and offered his hand and I immediately took it in the
standard greeting gesture.  His grip was firm, but not too firm, just firm
enough I didn't really want to let it go.

"Hi Paul" I said when I finally found my voice "glad to meet you ... and
thanks for coming up here to cut my hair.  I really appreciate it."

"No problem.  Besides, I have been hearing about you for a couple months,
now I get to finally meet you." Paul said with a grin.

Paul gave me an assist getting up from the bed, and we chatted a bit about
the apartment building, how he like living here so far ... the usually
pleasantries.

"Well, we better get this show on the road.  Ed said you normally get a
buzz cut.  That what you want this time?"  Paul asked

"Yes, sort of, but since winter is on its way, I think I would like it left
a wee bit longer than the quarter inch I usually buzz it down to."

"Okay, how does three quarters of an inch sound?"

"I think that sounds about right.  At that length, can you still use the
clippers?"

"Oh yeah, no problem, I have the attachment for that length.  So, where do
you want to do this?" Paul asked, looking around the small apartment.

"Right in the middle of the floor I guess would be easiest." I said,
pulling a chair to the spot I thought would be best.

"That should work okay.  Now, I think it would be best if you lost that
thing you are wearing, unless you want it covered in hair" Paul said with a
smile "I have a cape to put on you, but that material will almost draw the
hair to it where the cape doesn't cover."

I kind of blushed a bit.  It's one thing to be nude in front of people I
knew, quite another to be nude in front of someone I just met.

Paul, sensing my hesitation, said "Don't worry about it.  Actually Ed told
me you would likely be nude already because wearing anything with a waist
band bothered your incision too much."

"Well, that is true, but a couple hours ago, Roy ... next door, brought in
this thing.  Just so I could feel a little more presentable" I smiled.

"Good deal.  But it would still be better to lose it for the hair cut.  If
hair did get on it, it wouldn't come off until it was washed next time, if
then."  Then he bent to pull up the hem and I raised my arms so he could
pull it up over my head.  "There now, that wasn't so bad ... was it?" Paul
smiled as he obviously let his eyes take in the site of my naked self, from
head to toe.

Then he grabbed the cape and walked behind me to fasten it around my neck.
That done he let the fingers of one hand trail down my back to my buns and
then back up to my waist as he guided me to sit down on the chair.

"Do you mind if I make myself a little more comfortable?  These shorts are
a whole lot tighter through the waist than I thought they were."

"No, not at all."

I heard the rustle of clothes.  I had thought Paul was just going to loosen
his waistband, but when he came into view a few second later to plug in his
razor into the wall socket, I saw he was stark naked.  He looked, as most
young guys do, better with his clothes off than on.  I did not see a hair
on him, not even in his butt crack as he bent over to plug in the razor.
Then he turned to walk back to me, and he had no visible hair anywhere on
him, except on his head and his eyebrows.  His cock was long, fat and heavy
looking as it laid virtually motionless over his full round balls.  God
Almighty, I thought, now I know why his basket looked so packed.

Not giving my perusal of his body a second thought, he immediately started
to use the razor on my head.  It went quickly, and then he touched up a few
places with his scissors and before I knew it, the hair cut was done.  He
took off the cape, catching as much hair as he could in its folds and
funnelled it into the trash basket that was by the kitchen cupboards.  He
then grabbed the soft bristled broom I had beside the basket and swept up
the hair that had hit the floor.  I was still sitting in the chair watching
all this, when he unexpectedly started using the broom to sweep off the
stray hairs that had landed on my legs that were not covered by the cape.
That all done and cleaned up, he then helped me over to the mirror to show
me the finished product.  The hair cut was perfect ... just what I wanted.

"How much do I owe you?" I said "I couldn't ask for a better hair cut"

"Thanks ... but there is no charge.  Just one neighbor helping another."
he said, as he moved up closer to my back and I felt his still soft thick
cock laying in my ass crack.

"Well, as much as I am tempted to try to help you out by accommodating this
thing" I said as I wiggled and flexed my butt cheeks, smiling with a
responsive lengthening and thickening of his youthful cock "I am afraid
that is going to have to wait until I heal up a bit more"

"I wasn't looking for you to do anything today.  Just want you to remember
me when you feel you are ready.  I have heard you are a great lay ... and I
just want to get my number in the queue."

"Ha ha ha ... you make me sound like I am the resident deli counter." I
laughed as I flexed my butt again

"Sorry, didn't mean it like that" he said with a self conscious smile.
Changing the subject a bit, as he ran his fingers down my abdomen near my
incision "Actually, for some reason I have always been turned on by
surgical scars, and yours is going to be a beauty"

Suddenly, he steps back and gives my butt a slap and says "Let me help you
back on with this dress type thing, and then I can help you back to bed if
you want."

"I appreciate the help getting the caftan back on, but I think I will sit
up for a while." I said appreciatively. "Will you join me for a coffee?  I
was just about to put on a pot"

"Sure ... if you think you can stand my company"

"Of course I can stand your company.  We are neighbors and we haven't even
gotten to know each other yet."

As I put the coffee on, Paul, still naked, moved the chair back to where it
was at the dining table, and we continued talking comfortably together.

"That would never fit me" Paul exclaimed out of the blue.

"What wouldn't fit you" I asked

"That !!"  pointing to an oversized "french tickler" that was displayed on
a table against the wall on an oversized wooden cock ... a gag gift from
some friends months before.

"Oh come on.  You have a nice looking and big cock from the looks and feel
of it" I said, stroking my butt in explanation "but that thing must be a
foot or more long."

"Want me to prove it?" he asked eagerly

"Okay, go ahead and prove it" I said, now intrigued.

Without touching himself, his cock started to immediately harden and
thicken as he retrieved the "french tickler" from the fake cock and he
started to roll it up so, when fully hard, he could roll it down his own
cock.  I poured our coffee's and carried them to the table, hardly able to
keep my eyes from Paul's display.  Soon he was full hard and his cock was
bouncing with each pulse of his heart, a drop precum oozing out his slit.
With a smile, he wiped the precum off his dickhead and sucked it off his
finger while staring right in my eyes.  Then he looked down as he started
to eased the "french tickler" down over his hard cock shaft.

"Okay, I judged it a bit wrong" he smiled "it's a little bit bigger than I
am ... but not much"

And I had to admit he was right.  His cock must have been 11" or 11 1/2"
when fully erect.  And fat, I would term it beer can thick.

"Well, you've answered one question for us both" I said as he rolled the
tickler off his cock and replaced onto the fake cock.  "There is no way you
are getting into my butt with that thing" I laughed.

Paul laughed "There are other ways to satisfy without penetration"

He sat down across from me, taking a sip of his coffee, while still smiling
into my eyes.  He was right.  I guess I could throw the thing over my
shoulder and burp it, I thought to myself chuckling.

"Say, I have heard you and Roy have a balcony up here.  You mind if I see
it?"

"Yeah, we do.  Come on and follow me" I said as I got up.  Paul stood up
and he had lost none of his hardness.  As we walked out the apartment door
to go down the short hallway to the balcony, I indicated his bobbing cock
and asked "Doesn't that thing go down?"

"It will go soft again.  Its just it gets hard a whole lot faster than it
goes back soft again." he smirked

I opened the door and we were immediately in the fresh air, enjoying the
privacy of the balcony.  We still carried our coffee's.  Paul set his on
the wide railing as he came up behind me, his cock poking me through the
material right into my butt crack.  When I did nothing to stop him, he
slowly started to raise the caftan to my waist, pointed his cock down a bit
and slid it between my legs.  His cock was so long, when he let go I could
feel his shaft snap up against my balls and perineum and I could look down
and see his cock head as I looked straight down.  I moved my thighs tightly
together, trapping his hard cock between my flexing muscles.  While holding
he caftan up with one hand, Paul reached around and grabbed my hardening
cock in the other.  When I was fully hard, he started fucking his throbbing
cock between my gripping thighs, matching his long strokes to shorter ones
with his hand on my cock.

As his precum oozed, it made his movements between my thighs easier.  With
each stroke his cock made, it rubbed against and excited my balls and
perineum ... causing my cum to churn and start moving me towards climax.  I
set my coffee cup down, gripped the hand rail and laid my head back on
Paul's shoulder ... and then his hot lips and tongue were kissing up and
down my neck, teasing my ears.  As my cum boiled and brought me closer and
closer to orgasm, I turned my head towards Paul and his lips locked with
mine, out tongues doing battle.  I moaned into his mouth as my cum quickly
shot into his waiting hand, catching most of what I spewed.  As my cock
stopped cumming, Paul suddenly tensed and moaned loudly into my mouth as
his tongue found new life.  He held still, spewing his load in his cupped
hand as well, our sperm mixing together.  I could feel each pulse of his
hard thick cock as he oozed forth his load.  Then he brought his sperm
filled hand up to my mouth and he let me suck back about half and then he
downed the rest and licked his big hand clean.

Paul stepped back a bit and let my caftan fall back into place ... and then
moved up once again behind me "Now it is soft" he said as he kissed down my
neck once more and then turned my head to plant a quick kiss on my lips.

We picked up our now nearly cold coffee's and headed back to my apartment.

"Well, that was a little unexpected.  Real nice ... but unexpected" I
grinned

"Yes, it was.  I hope I didn't hurt you or your incision"

"I am fine ... thanks for your concern ... but no need to be.  I am going
to have this smile on my face for the rest of the day, I think"

"If it starts fading, you just have to holler down stairs and I can come
right back up and give you a new smile" Paul chuckled

"I just might take you up on that." I smiled

After some more small talk, Paul packed up his hair cutting stuff and was
on his way.  I grabbed a quick lunch and laid down for the afternoon.
Drifting off to sleep shortly after my head hit the pillow.  I woke up
again as I felt the caftan being moved.  I must have been having an erotic
dream because, when I looked down I first saw a tent in the caftan and then
Ed's face smiling back at me.

"Shhhhhh" Ed said "just lay back and let me have my fun"

So I laid back, felt the air caress my groin as the caftan was lifted in
front up to my waist ... and then I once again felt Ed's hot wet mouth sink
over my hard cock.  Again his lips, tongue and gums worked madly on my hard
cock bringing me to a faster than expected orgasm.  One that was more
intense than I expected as well, considering I had already cum twice
earlier that day.  But Ed's sucking was rewarded with yet another full load
of my creamy white jism ... and once more Ed did not want me to
reciprocate.

Once again, Ed arranged dinner and we ate together and he filled me in on
his meetings.  Just as I started clearing the table, my phone rang.  It was
my brother.  They, my family, felt it would be better for me if I moved
back to my hometown for a while.  To my old rooms in the family house
actually.  In the family home, I had my own entrance to a living room and
bedroom with my own bath.  Meals were always eaten in the main part of the
house.  They felt since I was going to be off work for at least 2 more
months, maybe more, I should move back there where I could live at no
charge and save the money I still had in the bank.  I told my brother to
give an hour or two to think about it and I would call him back.

No sooner had I hung up the phone than Roy came sweeping into the apartment
again, having just arrived home from work.  I explained the phone call from
my brother to them, and they agreed that financially it might be the best
choice for me to make.  Although, they were going to miss me as much as I
was going to miss them and my life in the big city.  I would be moving far
enough north that visiting would not be easy.  So, I called my brother back
and told him I thought moving back home was the best option for me right
now and he said he would be down early the next morning with a truck to
bring me home.  Ed, Roy and Paul all helped me find boxes and pack
everything up that night ... so all I would have in the morning would be my
bedding and towels etc.  We all said our good-byes with hugs and kisses and
a few glassy eyes.

The next morning, Ed decided to give me one of his special wake up calls
and again brought breakfast with him.  I was beginning to realize why
people called it "being gummed to death".  But I loved it.  I would
probably miss his wake up calls the most.  A couple hours later my brother
showed up with a buddy of his and they packed everything into the truck he
had driven down.  I sat by the passenger door in the truck, with my
brothers buddy in the middle.  My brother had gone inside to use the
washroom before we left, and while he was gone, his supposedly straight
buddy put his hand on my knee and gave my leg a long stroke right up to my
crotch.

At this point, he turned his head to me and grinned "Glad you are coming
home Peter.  I think now that we are older, we are going to have more
things in common that we can discover together."

Just then, my brother hopped into the drivers seat and we were off.  I was
surprisingly feeling that moving back home again might not be as boring as
I first thought.  It surely wasn't.  But that story might be told in
another series.