Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2002 10:14:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter Sixteen - My Son Connor - Part One DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and sometimes between men and boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. More chapters will follow. WADE GROWS UP Chapter Sixteen - My Son Connor - Part I ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A little over a year had passed since Brian's death, and I was beginning to feel more like my old self again. School was out, so I was once again on summer vacation. All the boys from the neighborhood were home from college for the summer, but they were pretty busy with summer jobs, trying to earn spending money for their next year at school. Benny and Neal were busy running their own "Odd Jobs" business too. I was beginning to think about taking a trip, since everyone else was so busy, but then one day I received a letter in the mail that changed my life entirely. You'll recall that several years earlier, while I was in college, my roommate and I were always short on cash. David had come up with a plan where we regularly visited a sperm bank and made deposits, to earn some spending money. Some of the sperm we donated was to be banked for use by women or couples who wanted to have babies, but who, for whatever reason were unable to get pregnant. This included single women who had no male partners. When we signed on to donate, we'd signed papers that relinquished our parental rights, but which did give the mother and children the ability to contact us in health related emergencies. About the third week of my summer vacation, I received a letter from the sperm bank telling me that some of my sperm had been used to impregnate a woman, shortly after I'd donated it, and that now my child, an 8 year old boy, had a health problem. He had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant. They needed updated health information, and if possible, for me to donate some of my bone marrow - without it, the boy might die. There was a phone number for the sperm bank I was to call. I was stunned! I called the number in the letter, and told them why I was calling. I was put on hold, then a case-worker came on and basically repeated what the letter said. She asked if I'd be willing to help my son. All I could think of was all the suffering Brian had gone through. I decided I'd do anything I could to help this boy, so I said yes. She told me that I'd have to have some medical tests, as soon as possible, to see if I was a suitable donor. I was told to go to my own physician, and have him or her contact the sperm bank for specific details. While I had the woman on the phone, I asked if she could tell me about my son. She said, I can't tell you much. All I can say is that he was born just 8 years ago to a single woman. He's an only child. He got sick about six months ago. I asked her if this transplant would put his leukemia into remission, and she said that was the hope! I called my doctor's office and was told he was away on an extended vacation, but a new doctor had joined him and could handle things. I explained the urgency, and got an appointment for the next day. They took down the Sperm Bank's number, and said they'd have the doctor call there before my appointment. The next morning I went to the doctor's office. The new doctor was an extremely good looking young man. He was short, had short very dark hair, dark skin, and beautiful brown eyes. I was immediately attracted to him! He spoke softly and smiled a lot. He told me that he'd talked to the sperm bank and found out all the tests that were necessary. They could all be done right there, in the office. He had me take off all my clothes, except my briefs. When I finally stood almost completely naked in front of him, I noticed he was looking me up and down very carefully. He seemed to be breathing deeply too. At one point his eyes met mine, and he realized I was watching him. He seemed to get embarassed and looked away. He cleared his throat and told me to get on the scale. He measured my height and took my weight. Then he had me sit on the exam table. He looked in my throat, ears, and eyes. He commented on what beautiful eyes I had. I felt myself blush a little. Then he listened to my heart and breathing. He felt me all over for hernias, and then told me he should check for inguinal hernias too. He asked me to stand up and drop my briefs. I was mildly embarassed when my semi-hardon, caused from all his feeling me, popped out. He drew in his breath sharply when he saw it. He spent quite some time feeling my testicles to see that they were OK, then probing for a hernia. I was almost completely hard by then, as the back of his hand kept rubbing the underside of my dick. He told me he should check my prostate too. I'd thought that was something they only did for older men I told him. He told me I had to be screened thoroughly as I was a prospective donor. He had me turn around and standing, bend forward over the exam table and spread my feet apart. He took a tube of lube, put on a rubber glove and lubed his fingers! He told me to relax, he'd be gentle, but it might take a couple minutes. Noticing my embarassment, and my already hard dick, he also told me it was common for guys to get hard during this type of exam, not to worry about it. Then I felt him pressing his finger against my anus. He pressed harder, and shoved it up into my rectum. I gasped quietly as it went in. He worked his finger around in there for a minute or so, pulling it out slightly, and pushing it back in again a few times, almost like he was fucking me. Finally he pressed on and felt my prostate. I let out a small moan as he did so. He continued massaging it. I was hard as a rock! I looked back at him and saw that with his spare hand he was rubbing his own hard cock through his slacks! When he saw I was looking at him, he froze. "You gay doc?" I asked. He was beet red, but nodded yes. I said "So am I. Now that that's cleared up, why don't we make this exam as much fun as we can?" and I grinned at him. He relaxed and smiled back! I told him I thought maybe it'd be a good idea if he used something bigger to check my prostate out with. He asked if I had a suggestion. I said I thought his cock might be good! He grinned. He was shaking with excitement. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a condom! He pulled his hand from my rectum, and removed the glove. Then he dropped his pants and revealed a beautiful uncut 7 inch dick! He put the rubber on,and got behind me, and pressed the tip of his covered penis against my hole and pushed forward. I pressed back, as if I was taking a shit, and his cock slid right up inside me. There was no need for lube, as I was already pretty well lubed from his hand being up there. The doctor didn't waste any time, and began fucking me! God it felt great! He fucked in and out of me, several strong slow strokes, then began speeding up. I could hear his breathing getting more rapid. I could tell I was ready to shoot my own load. As he continued pumping in and out of me, I suddenly choked out "I'm gonna cum doc!", and a couple strokes later, my cock began spewing its hot jism. With each spurt, my anal sphincter clamped down on the doctor's dick. This was all he needed. He groaned "Me too!" and began pumping his own cum into the condom he wore. As we both continued to orgasm, we were unaware that the exam room door had opened a crack, and a young male intern had poked his head in. Upon seeing us, he had entered the room, and closed the door. When the doctor stopped fucking me, and we were beginning to relax, we both suddenly heard a slapping sound behind us. We looked behind us and found the intern with his dick out beating off as fast as he could! "Oh no you don't" the doctor said, turning around. He clamped his hand on the intern's wrist and stopped him from beating off. Then he pulled him by the dick, till he was standing between me an him. "Shall we?" the doctor asked me. And he started to masturbate the intern. I reached for a rubber glove, pulled it on, and grabbed the tube of lube. The doctor grinned at me liciviously. The intern looked a little nervous. I lubed my fingers and reached behind the intern and shoved my hand between his ass cheeks. My index finger made contact with his tight anal ring. I pressed a little, and suddenly my finger poked through. I began to finger fuck the young intern, and the doctor continued masturbating him. It only took a minute or so, and the guy's body started to shake. He began firing wads of come all over the room, as we both continued molesting him! When he was done, he could hardly stand up on his own, and was leaning on both our shoulders. He smiled at us and said "thanks guys - I really needed that!" I grinned at him and pulled my hand from his ass, and we all got ourselves cleaned up and re-dressed. The intern left,and the doctor finished examining me. He pronounced me healthy, and said he needed som blood and tissue samples yet, which he took. He told me he'd get back to me with the results in a couple days. As he left, he squeezed my crotch and told me I could come back for a free prostate check anytime I wanted to. I said "Yeah - but I think you'll be busy with your intern from now on. Seems he'll be needing checks too!" We both laughed. Two days later, my results were in, and everything was fine. My results were forwarded to the sperm bank, where my sons's doctors reviewed everything, and said I'd be the best bone marrow donor they could expect to find. They wanted to schedule surgery as soon as possible. They said we'd be having our surgeries at the hospital in the town where I lived. I was surprised to find that my son actually lived right in my area! Apparently he and his mother had moved there a while ago. Everything was set up, and a few days later Sarah drove me to the hospital so I could check in. I was to be in one wing of the hospital, and my son in another, undisclosed one. We weren't going to be allowed to meet each other. I was rather disappointed when I found this out, I'd begun to hope I'd get to meet the boy. The next morning they prepped me for surgery. They shaved my thighs where they were going to harvest my marrow, and gave me a tranquilizer of sorts. I felt happy. Sarah came to visit before the surgery. She had all the boys with her. They all looked a little nervous. They each gave me a hug and wished me luck. Said they'd see me later. Then I was wheeled up to pre-op. Pre-op was this big room, where people on gurneys were left waiting their turn to go in the Operating Room. I was the only one in the room. A few minutes later, the door opened, and another gurney was wheeled in with a little boy on it. My heart leapt. Could this possibly be my son? His gurney was rolled up next to mine, and the intern who brought him in said to me, "He's a little nervous, maybe you can keep him company?" I told him that'd be fine. He left. The boy looked at me. I said "Hi, I'm Wade." He said "I'm Connor, how come you're here?" I said, "Well, I'm going to donate some bone marrow for my son." Connor's eyes grew as big as saucers and he tried to prop himself up on his elbow. Poor kid was too weak to do it though. "Are you my dad?" he asked. I said "well, if you're here to get a bone marrow transplant, I probably am. Is that why you're here?" "Yeah." he said. "I've wanted to meet you for so long" he continued, "my mom explained about how come I couldn't meet you - that you didn't know about us, and we didn't know about you. I hoped so much I'd get to meet you here!" Connor was all smiles then. I stuck my hand out toward him, and he pushed his little hand out toward mine. I reached over and took his hand in mine and said "I was hoping I'd get to meet you too Connor! It's not that I didn't want to be your dad, it's just that I didn't even know about you until a few days ago." The door pushed open quietly, but we were oblivious to it. "All I've ever wanted was to have my Dad!" Connor said, "Now that you know about me, will you come visit me sometimes?" Tears started to well up in my eyes. We looked toward the door as we heard a woman clear her throat. A short woman, who looked to be about 10 years older than me was standing there looking at us. A tear was runnning down her cheek. "MOM!" Connor cried, "Come here quick! This is my Dad!" She walked over to us, and looked at me and said "Uh, this wasn't supposed to happen. I'm sorry. You two weren't supposed to meet." "But I wanted to!" Connor yelled. The woman moved between us, and went to take Connor's hand from mine, but stopped as another, older woman said sharply from the doorway "Shirley Don'T!" "Grandma!" Connor said, "This is my Dad!" The older lady came over to us, and moved passed Shirley. She gave Connor a kiss and said "Isn't that wonderful honey?" Connor beamed. Shirly looked ready to cry. 'Grandma' turned to me and said "I'm Mary Tremaine, and this is my daughter Shirley. I see you've met my grandson Connor. We're all very pleased to finally meet you uh Mr...." "Rueland, Wade Rueland" I said, "and I'm very pleased to meet you all too. I'm sorry if this has caused any trouble though." I looked at Shirley as I said that. Shirley didn't speak, but Mary said "Nonsense! You're donating your marrow for our Connor, without ever having met him! How very unselfish! Obviously you're a fine man! Connor has had a very good life with his mother and I, but he has missed out on having his father in his life." "MOM!" Shirley hissed. "Let me finish!" Mary continued, "My daughter is a single parent, no man in her life for the boy to look up to." I saw Shirley beginning to look a little angry now. Mary went on "Connor has made it quite obvious, at least to me, that he wants his father in his life. I for one am happy that you two have finally met, and it's obvious Connor is happy too. So how do you feel about this Mr. Rueland?" I looked at Shirley, who was somewhere between anger and dispare. Then I looked over at Connor, who's hand I was still holding, he was looking at me a little nervously. I squeezed his hand and said "Like I said, I didn't mean to cause any problems. I didn't know I had a son until a few days ago. When I heard he needed a bone marrow transplant, I knew I had to do it, there was no choice. I didn't make the decision because I thought it would give me a chance to meet him. I thought they'd harvest my marrow here and send it to wherever he lived. I was curious about him though, especially when they told me he'd been born to a single woman, and he had no father in his life. I grew up without a father. I know what it's like. I hoped he wasn't experiencing that same 'hole' in his life that I had experienced. The more I thought about him, the more I hoped I'd get to meet him! I'm so happy that I have met him! I so hope that this surgery will put his leukemia into remission! And, yeah - I really would like to be able to at least visit Connor sometimes. Now that I've met him and found out what a great guy he is, it'd be really hard for me to not ever be able to see him again!" Connor was rubbing tears from his eyes, but he was smiling the biggest smile I ever saw. I squeezed his hand, he squeezed mine back. "Connor," I said, "I want you to know that however this works out - I care a lot about you already!" "Me too Dad!" Connor said. Shirley ran from the room sobbing. Tears welled up in my eyes, my son had called me 'Dad'! Mary said, "I'll just go after her a minute." "I wonder why my Mom's so upset?" Connor asked. I said "it's because she's scared that things are going to change between you and her, if she lets me be a part of your life. You won't be just her's anymore, she'll have to share you. She knows that's the right thing to do, but it's just that it's making her a little sad at first, that's all. When she comes back, if you want to make her feel better, give her a hug and a kiss and tell her you love her." Connor and I talked a couple more minutes, then Mary shephered Shirley back into the room. She came over to me and apologized to me for being so rude, and thanked me for being there for "our" son! She said she realized that Connor wanted, and needed his father in his life, and that after the surgery was over, if it's what I want, she'd work something out with me. I looked up at her and told her that she didn't have to worry, I wouldn't cause her any problems, or disrupt her life, but I was happy that she was willing to let me be a part of Connor's life. Just then the nurses came to get Connor. He looked terrified, and gripped my hand tightly. His grandmother rubbed his cheek with her hand and kissed him. She told him she loved him. Shirley did so also. Connor looked back at me, still squeezing my hand, tears in his eyes. I squeezed his hand and said "Relax - surgery is a piece of cake - I've had it before - we're both going to be just fine! Just keep thinking about some of the fun things we can do together when we're both better again!" As they started to wheel him away, our hands parted finally, and he called after me shakily, "I love you Dad!" Tears filled my eyes again, and I called after him, "I love you too Connor!" As the doors closed behind him, I started to cry. Shirley started to cry too, but reached for my hand, that Connor had just been holding. I squeezed her hand. Mary walked over and put an arm around Shirley, and put her other hand over our two hands and said "OK you two, he's going to be fine, and so are you Mr. Rueland. Then when you've both recuperated, everything will work out so that everyone is happy!" I cleared my throat and said "OK, but you gotta stop calling me Mr. Rueland, it's Wade please!" Mary chuckled, and said "OK Wade." Then the nurses came to get me. Shirley squeezed my hand one last time before they took me in, and said "Thank you so much - for everything!" I grinned back and they wheeled me into surgery. I was in the operating room next to Connor's, and there was just a window separating us. I looked over at him. He was laying on the operating table, still crying. I asked the nurse to tap on the window. She did. He looked over. I waved to him. When he saw me, he smiled through his tears. I gave him the thumbs up. He responded likewise, then they were putting him under. I was put under right afterward. The surgery itself was successful for both of us, and we both came through it fine, but we still had to wait and see if the transplant worked to help Connor's body build the necessary blood cells. It'd be a month or so before we knew for sure. I was in the hospital for a few days after our surgery. Connor was there longer. Connor was extremely weak, because of his leukemia, and the surgery. He didn't want to eat anything, he just laid there. He did ask for me several times. Since I was doing pretty good, I got permission from the nurses to go to Connor's room and visit a while. I put on sweat pants and a T-shirt and off I went. He perked up a little when I arrived. His nurse told me she'd spoken with my nurse and that I shouldn't stay too long, as I needed to have my legs up. Connor said "You can lay on my bed with me, there's enough room, besides, Mom and Grandma are using the chairs." Mary said "Well, we could get up, but I think maybe you'd best get on the bed. You need to have your legs elevated." Connor was all smiles as he moved over to make room for me, so I got on the bed with him. I saw that his lunch tray was sitting on the table untouched. "Hmm - lunch! Looks good - better get eating." I said, and pulled the table toward him. "Um, I'm not really hungry" Connor said. "Tough - you gotta eat - gotta build up your energy so we can do some fun things!" I said. Shirley looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I said "C'mon - let's see you eat some hot dog - what do you like on it, they have catsup, mustard, and relish packets?" I looked at Connor. He looked miserable but said "Catsup, if I have to." "OK" I said, and I put some catsup on his hot dog and handed it to him. He took a bite and started chewing. Mary smiled and poked Shirley. She said "How'd you guys like to have a few minutes to visit? Your mom and I are going to get a sandwich." They got up and left, as Connor took another bite of his hot dog. "Do I have to eat all of it?" he asked. "Just keep eating, we'll see how you do." I said. In the end, Connor ate his whole hot dog, most of his chips, and some chocolate pudding, and drank his juice. He admitted he felt much better, but he had to go to the bathroom, and asked me if I'd help him. I said "Sure" and got up, and helped him get up and get to the bathroom. He had to poop he said, so I helped him get settled on the toilet and was going to leave and wait outside, but he asked me to stay. He said he felt light headed sometimes when he pooped. I stayed with the boy and watched that he didn't fall. When he was done, I helped him back to bed, and crawled in with him. Connor yawned and said he was tired, so I told him to rest, I wasn't going anywhere, at least not till his Mom was back. I lifted him and put an arm around him and he snuggled up to me, nestling his head in the crook of my arm. Pretty soon I noticed he was sleeping. The next thing I knew, I was waking up myself. Connor was still asleep curled up with me. I must've dozed off myself. Mary and Shirley were back, and were watching a soap opera, with the volume turned way down. I looked at the clock, I guess we'd been sleeping for over an hour. Mary saw that I was awake, and whispered, "You two looked so cute, sleeping together like that." Shirley added, "I can't believe he ate all that food for you - we couldn't get him to touch it! Thanks!" I smiled. Connor stirred then, and tried to roll over a little, he was facing me completely now, and draped an arm over my chest, and dropped back into a deep slumber. "He's a great kid!" I whispered, gently brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Go back to sleep yourself if you want" Mary said. I smiled. They went back to their soap operas, and I did doze off again. By the time I woke up, it was supper time, and Connor was beginning to stir. He had to pee. His mother picked up a urinal from under his bed for him to pee in, and was going to lift his covers to help him use it, but he said "I want Dad to help me with that!" Shirley looked at me, and I shrugged. She handed me the urinal and I helped Connor get it positioned with his penis sticking into it. He had a small little circumcized penis, and cute little balls. Shirley took the urinal when he was finished, and emptied it. My nurse came back to get me then to go to my room for supper. She said that she'd come for me while we were napping, and since we were both sleeping comfortably, and my legs were up, she thought it'd be OK to leave me for a while. Connor wanted me to stay for supper, but the nurse said I had to go eat my own. I told him I'd pop back to say good night later on, but he'd better eat some supper. He frowned but said "OK". While I was eating my supper, Shirley walked in. She said Connor was eating, and Mary was supervising. I said "Well, there shouldn't be any problems then!" She laughed. I offered her my coffee, since I'd wanted a soda instead, and they'd left me both. She took the coffee and sat down. She wanted to tell me a few things. She explained how she'd come to be a single mother. She was getting older and hadn't gotten married (personally, I'd begun to wonder if she was a lesbian - but she never said either way), and really wanted to have a child. So she decided to have one on her own. At the time, it never occurred to her that the child would miss having a father. She said though that as Connor got older, and particularly over the last year, he'd be rather vocal about wishing he had his father. She admitted that she was scared, and just a bit jealous over the feelings Connor already had for me, but she knew that it was only fair to both of us, to allow us to spend time together. I thanked her, and told her that she didn't ever have to worry about losing her son, and that I wouldn't interfere in how she was raising him, as I thought she was doing a wonderful job from everything I'd seen and heard. She smiled warmly at me, and said, "Well, we'll work it out so you two get to spend a lot of time together, and you should be included in any events that happen during his life too - like birthdays, school events, and things like that." I grinned and thanked her, telling her that it was much more than I'd ever hoped for, but that I was really looking forward to it. She left then to go check on Connor. After I ate I was about to go back to Connor's room to say Good Night, when Sarah and all of the boys came visiting! We had a great visit, and were excited to hear about Connor. About 20 minutes later, Connor called from his room to see if I'd come say Good Night. I told him I had my friends there, but would be over soon. I'd told him earlier about the boys, so when he heard it was them who were visiting me, he said he wanted to meet them. So I said I'd bring them by, but just for a minute. We all trooped over to Connor's room, and quietly walked in. The nurse was there, and was horrified to see such a crowd coming in. Mary's and Shirley's eyes grew big too. I said "they're only staying just a minute - they all want to meet Connor." "Well - just for a minute - he needs his rest" the Nurse said. I introduced everyone to each other. Each boy spent a couple minutes talking with Connor. He loved the attention. After they'd all talked with him, Sarah said it was time to go. I told Connor I'd be right back and walked them all to the elevator. They all told me what a great little guy I had! We said Good Bye, then I went back to Connor's room to say Good Night. He was all excited to have met all the boys I'd told him about, and couldn't wait to see them again. I told him, eventually he would. He asked me to stay till he fell asleep, so I told him to get comfortable, then I climbed onto his bed with him for a while. He fell asleep quickly. After a few minutes I got up, said Good Night to Shirley and Mary. Mary walked out with me as she was going home, but Shirley was staying, sleeping in a lounge chair by Connor's bed. Shortly after I got back to my room, a male nurse came around to check vitals and help anyone get ready for bed. He said his name was Keith. He was about my age, and was tall, thin, yet muscular, and had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was really good looking! He asked me if I wanted a back rub. I thought this was strange, as nurses didn't seem to offer this anymore, but I thought it sounded good. I took off my T-shirt and rolled over onto my stomach, as he drew the curtains around my bed. He opened a bottle of lotion, and squirted some into his hands, then he started at my shoulders and neck, giving me a massage like I'd never had before. His hands felt great! He was silent the whole time he was working, but I could hear him breathing deeply. He spent a long time working on my back, going lower all the time. Then I felt him pull the waist band of my sweats down and expose my ass. He sucked in his breath sharply when he saw my ass. Another squirt of lotion, and he went to work on my ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them. I felt my cock start to stiffen. He put some more lotion on his hands, and as he rubbed more, I felt one of his fingers starting to drift between my ass cheeks, and run along my crack. I was breathing heavily now too, and I was almost completely hard. I had no choice but to push my hips up off the bed, as my penis was bent over backwards, and needed to be released. Keith must've taken my pushing my butt up toward him as a sign I was enjoying his ministrations to my ass crack, as he began letting his finger drift deeper into the channel between my cheeks. Each stroke was a little deeper, until his finger made contact with my asshole. I moaned lowly. I looked back at him, as he started to rub his finger over it. He stopped momentarily. I whispered, "that feels so good." He smiled, and his fingers started massaging my anus again. After a couple minutes he said "This might all work better if you roll over onto your back now" he said. I did as he instructed, my now completely hard penis flopping up against my belly. Keith's eyes never left it. I could see his own penis was tenting his pants. He pulled my sweats down and off, being careful not to disturb the bandages on my thighs from the surgery. Then he pushed my legs apart, and leaned over me so that his face was only inches from my dick, and he pushed a finger between my ass cheeks again and started to massage my asshole again. Then his mouth enveloped the head of my hard cock, and he slid down over me, attempting to deep throat me. He couldn't get all of me in his mouth. He sucked up and down my dick while he massaged my rosebud. I groaned with pleasure. Because I'd been in the hospital a few days now, I hadn't had sex or gotten off in a few days. It didn't take long before I could feel I was going to explode. As Keith continued pumping up and down my shaft I hissed, "Keith! I'm gonna cum!" He didn't stop, so when a few seconds later I couldn't stand the pressure anymore, I let my cum flood his mouth. He swallowed it all! It's a wonder they didn't hear me grunting and gasping out in the hallway, I was in such ecstasy - I hadn't had an orgasm in over 4 days! When I was finished, and my cock was starting to soften, Keith finally got off me, got me cleaned and dressed, and said he'd be around the next morning yet, if I needed help with my first post-surgery shower! I told him he'd better stop by. He winked at me! The next morning, before Keith arrived, my doctor (the same one who'd done my initial examination) walked in! He looked at me and asked how I was feeling. I said I can feel just fine with my hands, but I wasn't sure about how much feeling there was in my dick - could he check! He grinned, and drew the curtains around my bed, and asked me to pull of my sweats. He briefly examined my incisions, and found them to be OK. Then he turned his attention to my half hard dick. He wrapped his hand around it, and started to masturbate me. I was hard instantly, and reached for the doctor's crotch. He was hard too. I began masturbating him through his pants, as he continued to give me a hand job. After a couple minutes, he leaned over and started to suck my dick! He swirled his tongue around and around my shaft, driving the head of it crazy. As I continued rubbing his crotch up and down, he started sucking up and down my dick! The faster he sucked the faster I rubbed. I was almost ready to cum, when I felt his dick twitching under my hand, and he began groaning. I started to fire my load into his mouth, humping up and down off the bed, while he was emptying his load into his jockey shorts. I felt a wet spot beginning to form on his slacks. He was grunting and humping against my hand, as he sucked my cock, which I was humping in and out of his mouth, grunting all the while. In a few seconds, both of our orgasms finished. He looked down at his pants and chuckled, "good thing I brought a lab coat with me today too". I laughed. I pulled my sweats back on, as he buttoned his lab coat. He left saying he'd be back tomorrow morning to see if I was alright to go home. An hour later, just after I finished breakfast, Keith came in. He looked tired - he'd worked a double shift. He smiled at me though and said I should come with him to the showers. I did. I hoped my sweats weren't tenting too much, as I walked through the hall. In the shower room, there was a series of private changing rooms with private showers. Keith came into one unit with me. He undressed me, and I stepped into the shower and turned it on and adjusted the water. Keith took me by surprise then by entering the shower with me, also completely naked. He then proceeded to wash me - every square inch of me. It felt great! Of course my penis was standing at attention, with his hands rubbing me all over. Finally, when he was done washing me, he squatted, and told me to turn around, facing away from him. Then he parted my ass cheeks, and began rimming me, as the water cascaded down over our bodies. It was heavenly. He had such a soft tongue and he knew how to use it. After a few minutes, he turned me around and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He worked on me for a few minutes, as my orgasm built, and swallowed my whole load of cum, when I finally climaxed! I wanted to do him as well, but couldn't squat yet due to my incisions. He told me not to try, but to go ahead and soap him up and jerk him off. He turned sideways and I soaped up both hands well, and took his hard 7-1/2" cut cock in my right hand and started to masturbate him. At the same time, I soaped up my left hand and started rubbing it up and down between his ass cheeks. I spent most of my time rubbing his anus, while I jerked him off. It only took a couple of minutes of jerking his dick off, and rubbing his asshole, and he started to grunt that he was going to cum. A few strokes later, he was spewing his hot juice against the shower wall, and groaning. He must've fired off a good 9 shots of cum! Finally he stopped, and I felt his cock beginning to soften. He kissed me and I kissed him back. We turned off the water and got out of the shower. Keith dried me off then and helped me dress. I waited for him to dry and dress as well. Then he escorted me back to my room. He gave my butt a squeeze as I climbed into bed. Then he said he was ready to leave for the day, and wouldn't be back for a couple days. I told him I was going home the next day. He said he'd heard that, then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it and told me I should call him once I was home, especially if I needed any help while I was recuperating. (I did end up calling him a few days after I was home. He and I became good friends. We ended up being fuck buddies! But that's another story!) I visited with Connor all afternoon that day, he was eating better now, and seemed a bit stronger. We did take a nap together again. It felt so wonderful, having my little boy snuggled up to me sleeping! I felt warm and fuzzy all over! The next morning I was discharged from the hospital, but not before the doctor saw me and gave me a thorough examination though! He'd brought his intern along with him as well. For some reason the doctor thought I might be having rectal problems, and he wanted to teach the intern how to perform a thorough rectal exam. The doctor also felt it necessary to check that I was able to achieve an orgasm yet. To do this, he went down on me, as the intern probed my rectum with a lubed, gloved hand. Needless to say, I didn't have any problem achieving an orgasm! Neither did the intern. After they'd finished working on me, I sucked on the intern's cock. Neither did the doctor, who exploded his wad into the intern's rectum while the intern was coming in my mouth! (They made quite a team, and the intern joined the doctor's practice once he became a full fledged doctor himself - needless to say, I visited my doctors more often than most patients do, and both of them occasionally made house calls as well - but again - that's another story!) A few days after I was home, Connor was released and sent home too! Then a couple weeks later came the terrific news that Connor's leukemia was in remission! I began going over to visit Connor, a few days after he was home. Because it was summer and Shirley worked, I was invited to spend quite a bit of time with Connor. Mary was freed up then to go about her chores, and errands, and to go to lunch and card parties with her friends too. Connor and I developed very strong bonds with each other very quickly - you'd never have known that we hadn't been together since he was born. From then on we were a large part of each other's lives. The amount of love I received from that boy, and felt for him was awesome! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part II of this chapter will be published soon...