Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2011 21:34:38 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Newton's. Chapter Two.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or more only. All comments,
good or bad are welcome and each one will be answered.

  Chapter Two
     It was this last weekend at home that the accident occurred which
changed my outlook and life for forever.
     We had got into the habit of going out once a week, usually on the
Sunday, for an evening out; a meal at some restaurant instead of staying at
home. Dinner was a desultory affair and we didn't really have much to say
to each other during the whole of the meal and didn't really start to talk
until we were in the car for the drive back home.
     Though it wasn't really what you would call talking. I was still
disgruntled at having plucked up the courage to try and push her head down
to suck on my erection during our now once a fortnight of sex. It was this
refusal to do so that rankled with me for the rest of the evening and it
eventually erupted into an argument on the way home and this got so heated
that I was trying to put my side across when the accident happened.
  *
     `I'm sorry,' I said to the policeman, apologising for the few seconds
gap before answering him, my past with my wife having just flashed through
my mind in that time. `Nobody has said anything about her. Is she alright?
Is she alive?'
     `Yes,' he said. `She's here in the hospital too. She's got a broken
pelvic bone and is in the women's ward. I've just come from there after
noting down her version of the accident and I would now like to hear
yours.'
     Well that was something then, so I wasn't going to be charged with
manslaughter.
     `We'd been for dinner in Reading and we were on the way home. We were
having a bit of an argument when we reached Gallow's Corner. Do you know
this place, at the end of Gallow's Lane?' I asked.
     `Yes. I am familiar with the road junction,' the policeman replied.
     `Well we've been asking to have that junction changed or at least have
another road cut through. It's a black spot,' I said.
     `It comes out to the main road at an angle of forty five degrees and
if you want to turn towards Reading, the angle's so acute that you are
really on the wrong side of the road when you've made the turn.'
     `But you were coming from Reading sir, weren't you?'
     `That's right, and when you turn in from the main road, you find that
the camber of the road is against you, sloping down to the left.'
        It was just as we reached the turning into our lane that I had
turned towards her at the same time as I began to make the turn. I was just
beginning to shout and to say at how much she was either cheating me out of
or just being plain downright selfish when the near side wheel of the car
clipped a broken kerbstone.
     This suddenly spun the steering wheel, catching my arm inside the
spokes and instantly broke my arm. This sudden pain made me lose control of
the car and it then bounced against the other kerb and with the speed of
the car, it turned over onto its side. It's unfortunate that there was a
bank on the other side, and so the car rolled down this bank to finish up
on its roof. I knew we had rolled but how we ended up, I was told later.
     In these few seconds, I tried to get my broken arm out from the
steering wheel as we hit the other kerb. This caught my other arm and at
that point, I knew no more for I passed out with the pain.
     The policeman had written down what I had said and I asked him if he
could fill me in with the rest of the details.
     `Well it appears, that as the car rolled, you somehow broke your
collar bone as well as dislocating both shoulders. Your wife's leg got
caught in something and caused her to break her pelvic bone. She too,
unfortunately is in plaster, the same as you, but lower down.
     The blessing is that the car didn't catch fire. A car coming towards
Reading saw the rear lights of your car turn over so knew that there'd been
an accident. He stopped and using his mobile phone, called us and an
ambulance.
     His statement says that you both had your seat belts on and had
difficulty in getting your wife out of the car, what with it being upside
down. I suppose it was lucky that she was unconscious too. He was still
trying to get you out when the ambulance turned up just before the police
patrol car.
     Between them, they got you out and the ambulance brought both of you
to the hospital here. That's about it sir.'
     `Do you think you could pass on my thanks to all involved?' I asked as
he put his notebook away before getting up.
     `Certainly sir. I do hope that you mend very soon.'
     `What, er, will there be any charges of any sort?' I asked, worried
about my licence.
     `That not for me to say sir. That's for them higher up to say. You'll
get a bill though for towing your car out. It's in the police compound at
the moment for checks.'
     `Checks? It was only M.O.T.'d a month ago?' I said.
     `All the same sir, it still has to be checked.' With that, he said
goodbye and left the ward. Robert bustled up a few minutes later and picked
up the drinking cup.
     `You must be thirsty Paul. You had a long chat with that nice young
policeman. I wouldn't mind meeting up with him on a dark night,' he said as
I took a few sips from the proffered cup.
     `Robert, did I hear the sister call you Reading?' I queried.
     `That's quite correct. Robert Reading is my name,' he said with a
broad smile on his face.
     `But you're an African? How did get the surname Reading.'
     `African I may look,' he laughed, showing very white teeth, `but the
look is Kenyan though I am British. I was born here, in this very hospital
in fact. My father came over here just after the war and settled here. The
family name caused quite a few problems because it was almost
unpronounceable so he changed it by deed poll and as he was now living
here, called himself Reading. Simple,' he smiled. `Now, what would you like
to eat?'
     As I have said, I was in a men's ward and I had noticed that it had
four male nurses to attend to twelve patients. I suppose I was fortunate in
some respects because the other two that Robert had to look after could
feed themselves whereas I couldn't. Also, they were able to get up and go
to the toilet unassisted, so I took up most of his time in the toilet and
feeding routine.
     After being spoon fed my meal and the things taken away, he came back
with a small contraption that I couldn't quite see him fix it to the top of
the bed for I couldn't turn round from my almost sitting up position. But
what it was, was a supple metal rod that came over me and, suspended from
the end was a small rubber ball. He did a few adjustments so that I could
actually hold the ball in my hand.
     `We've got to keep the arm muscles supple and flexible. I want you to
squeeze the ball as often as you can. Don't overdo it or your biceps will
crack the plaster cast,' he chuckled. `Just give a shout when you're tired
of using that hand and I'll switch them over. For today, just fifteen
minutes with each hand and as time goes on, we increase the time spent on
it.'
     `Talking of time, how long will I be spending in this cast like this?'
I asked.
     `About three months, depending on the x-rays.'
     `Three months! Bloody hell,' I said. `How long have been here now?'
     `Four days.'
     `Oh shit,' I replied, contemplating three months of being hand fed,
having my bum wiped and playing with this bloody rubber ball. I couldn't
even scratch my nose and just had to lie in bed, well sitting up really,
and look on helpless at all that went on around me.
     It was the next day I had a bath, well not really that, more of a
stand up wash of my lower body. Robert got me out of bed and I shuffled
along with him to the second door this time on the left just outside the
ward's doors. Inside was a toilet bowl but instead of a urinal there was an
open shower, i.e. no walls. Just a tiled area with the controls and shower
rose and of course a drain set in the floor.
     He stood me over the drain and had me support myself by placing my
hands flat on the tiled wall. He took off my gown, the ties being at the
back, and turning on the shower, hosed me from the waist down. Then I was
soaped with him taking special care round my cock and balls and the cheeks
of my bum.
     `Mustn't get bed sores sitting on this all day,' he said as his hands
gently rubbed and massaged my bum.
     I was then hosed down again and dried before being taken back to my
bed. I got this wash every other day and I was beginning to enjoy having
his hands wash me, especially around my prick and balls.
     It was just before my fourth wash that I was sitting in my bed,
daydreaming, when one of my videos came to mind. The one where a black man
was having his erection washed by a young white girl. Her hand covered in
soapy bubbles working away at this big black cock and I could then picture
myself being washed only it was like seeing a negative with the black and
white reversed. This gave me a massive hard on and there was nothing I
could about it, but sit there with my cock throbbing and my balls aching. I
was still like this a few minutes later when Robert came to my bed.
     `Time for your bath,' he said cheerfully.
     `I can't,' I whispered. `I...I,' shyness taking over. `I've got an
erection. If I stand up it will stick out.'
     `Oh don't worry about that. I've seen plenty of cocks standing up
straight. Just bend over as we go out of the ward. We'll see to that in the
shower room,' he said pulling back the bed covers. `Yes, it does look big,'
he said as we both looked down to see the front of the gown pushed up as if
by a tent pole. He pulled my legs round and eased me off the bed till my
feet were on the floor and I'm sure that my face was bright red.
     `Now stoop forward,' he said as he pulled me up into a standing
position and I did as he said and bent forward as much as I could. The gown
hung straight down now and so almost doubled over, he helped me out of the
ward and into the shower room.
     `Well let's have a look at it,' he said as he stood me over the drain
and took off my gown. `I was right,' he smiled. `You have got a big cock.'
He turned on the shower and hosed me down.
     `What brought this on?' he asked as he began to soap me. I looked down
and there was his black hand covered in bubbles running over my erection
and I seemed to get even harder.
     `It...it was a video I've seen,' and I described it as he continued
soaping me round the balls and running his hand up and down my throbbing
erection. He then began to hold it tighter as his hand kept moving and I
couldn't help but give out a groan at this torment.
     `Do you want me to relieve you then?' he asked softly and such was my
desire to ease the ache, nodded. `Then I'd best do it this way,' he said,
moving behind me and putting his left hand round my waist just under the
edge of the cast. I stood there rigid with my hands flat on the wall as his
body came up to me and he held me tight to him as his right hand took hold
of my cock and he began to jerk me off.
     I leaned my head back as far as I could and closed my eyes to watch a
re-run of the video in my mind as I gave myself up to the pleasure of being
given this hand job. I was also not unaware of his body pressed up to mine
and I could feel that he too had got a hard on. His crotch was tight up to
my bum and I could feel it move in between my cheeks at his body movements
and it gave me a tingling feeling in my stomach at his arousal in doing
what he was doing to me.
     I came in great gobs of sperm and groaned at the pleasure of the
relief it gave me and yet I didn't want him to stop. But he did when I'd
stopped coming and he finished off my washing. I felt too embarrassed to
thank him so nothing was said by either of us as he dried and dressed me
and put me back into my bed.
     I should have seen the signs and if I did, I must have unconsciously
buried them in my mind, for two days later, as soon as he took my gown off
in the shower, I got an erection.
     `Paraphrasing Mae West, I think he's pleased to see me,' he joked as
we both looked at my cock standing out, twitching of its own accord. `He
must have liked it last time. Would you like me to see to him again?'
     `Yes please,' I said in a low voice, surprising myself at me wanting
to have him do it. So with a soapy hand, he held me in the same position as
he began to jerk me off. I could feel that he was hard again and I couldn't
control myself from moving my backside to rub against the front of his
hospital whites. He was there between the cheeks of my bum and I had a
sudden desire to see just how big he was. Would he be as big as the black
man in the video? I gave out a groan as I came, sending my spurts up the
tiles as he squeezed and jerk to get it all out.
     `Thank you Robert,' I said when he'd finished, then surprised myself
again, my mouth talking before my brain was in gear. `Did you come in your
trousers?'
     `No,' he laughed. `Got close to it though. So you felt it then?'
     `Yes,'
     `I'm gay you know, so if you had been like me, it would have been up
inside you while I jerked you off,' he said with a smile.
     `It would probably be too big for me,' I said. Why did I say that!
Mouth before brain again.
     `No, I would say we're about the same size. Would you like to see it?'
he asked, his eyes bright with expectations.
     I dumbly nodded. Is this why I said what I did, I thought? He pulled
the zipper down on his trouser front and pulled out his cock, erect and I
was looking for the first time, live and not on film, a black cock fully up
and throbbing. It was a startling contrast, the blackness of his organ
against the white of his trousers through which it was sticking out.
     `Would you like to hold it.'
     I nodded dumbly again, mesmerised by the sight of it before I realised
the futility of my position.
     `How can I with my hands up like this?' I said.
     `Kneel down,' he said simply, dropping a towel on the floor. He held
one of my rigid arms and helped me kneel down at an angle from the wall and
found that it was now at the same level as my hand. He moved closer until
it brushed the outside of my fingers and they seemed to automatically open
and he put his erection into the palm of my hand and my fingers closed
round it. It was hot and I could feel the steady throb of his pulse.
     I seemed to be out of myself, looking down at me kneeling there with
my plastered arm outstretched and I was holding this big black cock in my
hand.
     `Squeeze it like the rubber ball,' he said softly, which I did and as
I did so, he gently moved his hips backward and forward. I felt the soft
silky skin move over the hard solid muscle underneath and saw the pinkness
of the head that had been hidden under the foreskin.
     I got this funny tingling in my belly again as I watched it moving
back and forth in my hand and gripped it a little tighter.
     `I thought that in Africa you were circumcised,' I said, fascinated at
what I was seeing and doing.
     `I was born in England. If it had been Kenya I would have been. What
does it feel like?'
     `I...I can't really say not ever having done this before.'
     `Did you enjoy me doing it to you?'
     `Yes.'
     `Well I enjoy what you are doing too,' still moving his cock in my
grasp. `Hold it tight now, I'm about to come,' he said as he began to move
his hips faster and I held on as hard as I could and felt his body begin to
shudder and semen started to shoot out of the end. I could feel it swell
the passage inside his penis as it came up to erupt out in large
quantities. I was also surprised to see that his semen was the same as
mine, all milky and looking to be of the same consistency. He gave out a
groan as he came, one hand on top of my head as he rocked back and forth
till he came to a standstill, a little dribble still hanging from the end.
     `Thank you Paul, that was nice,' he said, his prick still hard in my
hand. `You can let go now,' and somehow I didn't want to but I did and he
put himself away and helped me up from the floor.
     `Well what do you think?'
     `I...I don't really know seeing as it's the first time I've ever done
that.' He chuckled but didn't say any more but got me dressed and helped me
back to my bed.
     Tea, dinner or supper, whichever it's called was served at five and he
would chat to me as he fed me.
     `So that was your first experience of gay sex then?' he asked as he
put some food into my mouth, so I could only nod. `I knew I was gay from an
early age and as I didn't want to go and do manual work, opted for the
nursing service. I was lucky there for when I first started at the Nursing
College, there was another Kenyan who'd enrolled at the same time. So
naturally they put us to share the same room. It didn't take long to find
out he was gay too, so from our second night there, we were kissing and
fucking each other. I'm not shocking you by talking about this am I?' he
asked as another mouthful was pushed in. This time I shook my head,
fascinated and wanting to hear more.
     `Miki Ngomo his name is,' and he pronounced the surname with a
guttural sound of the first letter, `and had been born in Kenya. We did
everything together for the three years we were there. When we graduated, I
came here and he went to a hospital in South London. We still keep in touch
and meet up now and again.' I didn't get a chance to ask any questions for
every time he finished speaking, I had food pushed into my mouth.
     `When he does come to see me, that's when I get dressed up and become
Roberta. Don't look shocked and close your mouth. During the day here at
the hospital I'm Robert and at night and off duty, I'm Roberta. I have a
wardrobe full of dresses and a variety of wigs I can wear. If I say so
myself, I look rather pretty when I'm all dolled up.'
      `Do you go out dressed as a woman?' I asked incredulously.
     `Oh yes. Restaurants, pubs. I get quite a thrill out of it.' I was
quite amused at this and tried to picture him like that.
     Though we began to handle each other in the shower room, he didn't do
anything when I was having a pee or when I did the other. There he would
first wipe my backside and then wash it.
     So I looked forward to my shower and we followed the same pattern for
about three weeks of him jerking me off and me holding his cock in the only
way I could for him to come until he changed that routine.
     My robe was off and instead of my hands being on the wall, he stood my
back against it and hosed me down, especially over my rampant cock and I
got a shock when he went down onto his knees and took the head of my penis
into his mouth.
     It was like having an electrical charge that made me stiffen up in
shock. Something that I'd always wanted Christiana to do, Robert was now
doing it, having my cock in his mouth and feeling his tongue run round the
head between his sucking on me. I was almost in heaven getting all these
wonderful sensations transmitted to my nerve ends by his manipulations of
my cock in his mouth. His hand worked in tempo with his tongue and lips,
teeth too and I could only gasp out that I was about to come. It didn't
stop him for he continued and there was nothing I could do about it but let
myself go and come in his mouth. This didn't stop him either for he carried
on, sucking on me as he swallowed what I had given him.
     `How was that!' he said when he got up after licking me clean, his
eyes sparkling and licking his lips.
     `I...it..I can't put it into words it was so fantastic. Something I've
always dreamed about, though I could never get the wife to do it to me,' I
said.
     It wasn't until the third time he'd been down on me that he asked if I
would oblige by doing the same to him. For a week now I'd been fantasising
in bed at night about doing it to him and I still wasn't sure if I would or
could when he would inevitably ask me to do it. Part of me wanted to
experience it, to see if it felt the same in my mouth as in my hand. The
other part of me was saying that I would be revolted at having another
man's sperm in my mouth let alone swallowing it.
     My mind revolved around this dilemma for that week and I still hadn't
come to an answer one way or another. The last brought forth other
questions, one way or another. When he had first masturbated me, I had got
this funny feeling inside of me when I felt his hardness up against my
rear. Would this lead to as he had said that if I was like him, he would
have had his cock up my backside when he jerked me off. Was this what I
wanted?
     Was I gay too but didn't know it? If I did suck on his cock would the
next act be to stick my prick up his bum and then have him do it to me?
These were all hypothetical questions to which I didn't have the answers
but my subconscious did for after he'd sucked me for the fourth time and
then asked me if I would do the same to him, I answered yes.
     `I'll take it easy for your first time,' he said, `for you should
really be holding the base of my cock so that I don't go too far, but as
you can't, I will,' he said as he helped me down onto my knees and he
pulled out his throbbing piece. I looked at this, what now seemed an even
bigger lump of flesh and licked my lips more in nervousness that in
anticipation. His hand was at the base and I opened my mouth and took the
head of his black cock inside.
     It was hot and very solid as I closed my lips round the end just under
the rim of the head. My tongue movement was limited and I tried to remember
at how I had felt his mouth on mine as he began to move it back and
forth. He would push in till my nose touched his hand and then pull back
for me to suck as he did so. After a few strokes I began to get the hang of
it, letting my teeth run back up his shaft as he pulled back and tonguing
him at the same time. My nostrils flared as I breathed heavily through my
nose as he pushed forward and filled my mouth with his cock head and wished
that I could use my own hand to hold and control the movements.
     `Hold still now,' I heard him say as if from a far distance and his
left hand came onto my head and he really began to move faster as he mouth
fucked me. I nearly choked on that first emission of sperm that erupted in
my mouth and had a job to keep still as he came three more times, his seed
filling my mouth and beginning to seep out the sides. He suddenly stopped.
     `Swallow,' he said and I found this difficult to do, but managed to
get it to slide down my throat before he began again but much slower, just
to get the last drops out before he pulled out. It was only then that I
could actually taste him, the aftermath that I still had there I could run
my tongue through, finding it slightly salty before I swallowed those last
drops.
     `The first time's always the hardest,' he said, `but you did well and
it was good. What did you think of it?' he asked after putting himself away
and helping me up.
     `Well I agree it was difficult and I can't really say at the moment.'
     `After a few times I can guarantee you'll have an answer,' he smiled
and surprised me by coming into my plastered arms and giving me a
kiss. `Thank you Robert, you have really made my day.' I couldn't think of
anything to say to that and so I just let him get on with his washing of
me.
     But he was right. After I'd gone down on him three times, I was
beginning to enjoy having his black cock in my mouth for me to suck on and
bring forth his emission for me to swallow, saving some back to savour the
taste of himself
  *
     I'd been in the hospital for five weeks and though I had a weekly
visit from the head nurse, they don't have matron's anymore, this was the
first time she said that I was to go for x-rays to see how my breaks were
progressing. I duly had these and when I was back in bed I got another
visit from her.
     `Well Mr Newton, you're coming on fine. It's a pity that your wife is
also in the hospital for we would rather send you home for we desperately
need beds. Do you have private medical insurance for I'm sure they could
provide a nurse to see to your needs?' I told her that I didn't but would
try and think of something. Robert had been there during this discourse and
he said later as he fed me that they did really need beds but he would be
sorry to lose me as a patient he smiled.
     `I don't really need private insurance,' I said to him. `I've got
enough to pay for a private nurse for six weeks or so till this bloody
great weight comes off.'
     `If you did get a private nurse, where would you go? You said you have
a house here in Reading but you've also got a flat in South London, where
exactly?' he asked.
     `Tooting.'
     `Is that near St. George's hospital?'
     `Just down the road, oh about a mile or so, why?'
     `I'm thinking. Loathe though I am for you to go for we've had such fun
together, I've got an idea. Let me make a phone call. Be right back,' and
with that, he was gone. He'd put that dangling ball into my hand before he
went off and I spent nearly half an hour of squeezing it before he came
back.
     `Well,' he said when he came back and pulled out the chair and sat
down. He picked up the drinking cup so that it appeared as though he was
attending me while he talked.
     `If you went to your flat in Tooting, how much would you pay for a
full time nurse for six weeks, all found for they would have to live in?'
     `I don't know? What's the going rate?' Not knowing where he was going
with this.
     `Could you afford two hundred a week, all found as I said, in cash?'
     `Six weeks,' I mused as I worked out the total plus food etc, `Yes,
yes I could.'
     `Great! I've found you a nurse! Do you remember me telling you about
Miki Ngomo? Well he works at St, George's hospital and he's prepared to go
sick for six weeks as long as he is paid in cash. What do you think of
that?'
     `Sounds good to me, but he'd have to sleep on the sofa, it's a one
bedroom flat.'
     `For cash in hand, tax free and still getting sick pay, he'd sleep on
the floor,' Robert said. `He's a nice boy, you'll like him,' he smiled.
     `What about this fucking plaster cast? What happens about this?'
     `Don't worry about that. St. George's will be passed your notes and
they will see to you from there. Sister here will be pleased to see you go,
me, I will be desolated, but, I think, Miki will be delighted,' and he gave
a chuckle and a big grin. I got the impression I was being railroaded, but
it would be nice to have the one on one attention in my own flat.
    `Okay,' I said, `set it up.' With that, I was given notice to quit my
bed in four days time. Robert and I had each other twice in the shower room
and the day before my scheduled departure, I was given permission to visit
the women's ward to see my wife.

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