Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2010 20:25:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 2

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com


The Nurse and the Patient, Part 2


	Jonathan followed the med van carrying his patient, a safe distance
between his car and the medical vehicle. Even though he had Lance's
address, he wasn't familiar with the part of town they were driving
through. They took a freeway across town, and when the van exited the
highway, Jonathan was right behind it. A short time later the van turned
off the main road and drove into the middle of a housing edition.
	Jonathan looked around him. It seemed to be a very nice
neighborhood. It had never occurred to him to even wonder about what Lance
did for a living. If he could afford to live in a house like these, he must
have a damn good job.
	The van slowed down and turned into a circle drive way. It stopped,
and Jonathan brought his own car to a halt behind it. He got out and walked
up to the van.
	One of the attendants got out and handed Jonathan a
key. "Mr. Thompson said this will open the front door."
	Jonathan took the key and headed for the house. He tried the lock
and gave it a twist. He heard a click, and he pushed against the heavy
door. It moved slowly forward, and suddenly he was standing in the entry
way.
	Jonathan looked around. Must be nice to live like this, he thought
to himself. He eyed the surroundings, taking everything in, and suddenly he
was reminded of the reason for his being there. "Oh, shit," he said and
hurried out the door.
	The two attendants had Lance out of the van and were pushing him
toward the house.
	"His things are still in the van," one of them said.
	Jonathan hurried to the van and opened the back door. He picked up
the few things that had come home from the hospital with his patient and
hurried into the house. He had no clue what was taking place. Some nurse he
was!
	"Mr. Thompson says his bedroom is on the ground floor. Down the
hall and at the end. Can you check it out?"
	Jonathan looked at his patient. "Are you all right?" he asked.
	"Just peachy," Lance answered.
	"Give me a moment to get things ready."
	Jonathan hurried down the hall and opened the door at the
end. Inside the room was a king sized bed. A wing back chair was to the
left side of the bed and a dresser on the opposite wall.
	He pulled the covers back on the bed and placed the pillows up
against the head board. Then he hurried back out into the hall.
	"It's ready," he called.
	Lance was rolled into his bedroom, and together, the attendants
placed him on the bed.
	Lance groaned as the bed touched his body. "Shit," he cried.
	"We're so sorry, Mr. Thompson. We were trying not to hurt you."
	"Just leave me alone," Lance said.
	They worked to make him as comfortable as possible, and then the
two attendants left, leaving the nurse and the patient alone.
	"You can have something for the pain, Lance," Jonathan told him.
	"We need to talk."
	Jonathan looked at his patient. "I'm listening."
	"I just want you to"—
	When Lance didn't continue, Jonathan said, "What is it you want,
Lance?"
	Lance's face turned white and for a moment he didn't say
anything. Finally he said, "Pain."
	Jonathan hurried over to where he had sat the pain meds. He took a
pill from a bottle and hurried into the bathroom for some water. He came
back and handed the pill to Lance.
	Lance took the pill, washed it down with the water and lay back
against the pillow. He closed his eyes. Jonathan watched as the medicine
began to do its job. In a few minutes Lance seemed to be sleeping, so
Jonathan decided to take a look around the house.
	He came out of the bedroom and walked back down the hall. He found
himself in a nice sized living room or den, he wasn't sure which. The room
was connected with an eating area at one end and a nice sized kitchen at
the other. There was a short hall just off of the kitchen where he
discovered another bathroom and three more bedrooms. He looked inside each
room and thought about choosing one for himself, but thought better of
it. He would let Lance decide which one he should use while he was here.
	After looking through the house again, he checked on his patent and
found him resting comfortably. He went out to his car and brought the
things inside the house. He placed them on the floor in the den until he
could ask Lance where to put them.
	He walked back inside Lance's room. His patient was still sleeping,
so he took a seat in the chair across from the bed. He sat there for some
time just taking in the sight of the room and keeping an eye on
Lance. There was a television in one corner of the room. He hadn't noticed
it being there before. Perhaps after Lance was settled he might enjoy
watching it some. He began to feel sleepy, and before he realized it, his
eyes had closed.
	He had no idea how long he had slept. Suddenly his head came up
with a start.
	"Should you be sleeping?"
	Jonathan opened his eyes. He discovered Lance awake and glaring at
him from the bed.
	"How are you feeling?"
	"I'm feeling that if you're being paid for being here then you
shouldn't be sleeping. That's what I'm thinking anyway."
	"Sorry about that. I was watching you, and guess my eyes got a
little heavy."
	"Why are you here?"
	"Why are you such an asshole?"
	"Excuse me?"
	"You heard me."
	"You think this is just going to be some easy money, don't you?"
	"There is nothing about this that's going to be easy. However, I am
willing to try. How about you?"
	"Not too much I can do, looks like to me."
	"Seems like you can throw a really big pity party," Jonathan said
walking over to the bed.
	"Yeah, well, let's see, who's walking and who isn't?"
	"You will be. You just have to give yourself time."
	"Looks like time is one thing I have."
	Jonathan looked at the clock bedside the table. It was almost
noon. "Are you hungry? Is it all right if I look in the kitchen to see what
there is to fix for lunch?"
	"Hey, they house is yours," was the answer he got.
	"Speaking of that, do you have a preference to which bedroom you
want me to use while I'm here?"
	"Makes no difference to me. Take your pick."
	"I'll go check on lunch and then I'll check the bedroom situation
out. Makes no difference to me where I sleep."
	Jonathan went out to the kitchen and searched the cabinets. He
found some soup and decided to open a can and heat it for his patient. He
discovered some cheese in the refrigerator and decided to add a toasted
cheese sandwich.
	When the meal was ready, he found a tray in the pantry and placed
the things on it. He carried it into the bedroom. He smiled and said,
"Here's lunch, such as it is. I guess I should go to the market and bring
some food back."
	He helped Lance to sit up in bed and placed the tray across his
lap, careful not to press against his legs.
	"Would you care for some company while you eat, or would you rather
be alone?"
	"Makes me no difference," Lance answered. "Suit yourself," he said
and took a bite of his sandwich.
	Jonathan remained for a bit making sure his patient was going to be
all right. Then he said, "I think I'll go unpack, if it's all right with
you. Do you have a preference which room I use while I'm here?"
	Lance only shook his head and kept on eating. He didn't say a word.
	Jonathan decided to make the decision himself and headed for the
door. As he left the room, Lance said,
	"The room on the right is bigger and has a connecting bath."
	Jonathan smiled and kept on walking. That was at least a step in
the right direction, he thought.



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After another quick search, Jonathan decided to take Lance's advice and
claim "the room on the right". It was indeed the larger of the three, and,
as Lance had pointed out, it had a connecting bath. That would be nice to
have. He carried his things to his new room and in a short time had
everything put away.
	He hurried back through the house to check on his patient. Coming
inside Lance's room he said, "How's things going in here? Finished with
your meal?"
	Lance looked down at the empty plate on the tray. Then he said,
"You eat something?"
	"I haven't yet. I thought I'd get you taken care and put my things
away."
	"Which room did you take?"
	"The one you suggested. I think it will work out just fine."
Jonathan looked at his patient closely. "I'm thinking about heading to the
market for some food if you think you will be all right while I'm
gone. That is, if you will tell me where one is located."
	"There a store about two miles east of here," Lance said. "It's on
down the main road we came in on. Just turn right out of the housing
edition and you will come to it. It's on the left side of the road."
	"Will you be okay while I'm gone?"
	"I'm not helpless," Lance said. "Well, maybe I am at that," he
added. He looked down at his legs.
	"Do you need to use the restroom before I leave? It's been a
while."
	"Maybe," he replied.
	Jonathan unpacked the urinal that had been sent home by the
hospital and carried it over to the bed. He helped Lance pull his robe back
and handed him the container.
	"Isn't there something more comfortable that you can put on?"
	"Over there in the drawer." Lance pointed to the dresser next to
the wall. "Second drawer on the left," he added.
	Jonathan walked over and pulled the drawer out. He picked out a tee
shirt and brought it back to the bed. Lance was through peeing, and
Jonathan took the container from him. After he dumped it down the commode,
he came back and helped his patient take the robe off. He carefully pulled
it from out behind Lance and then gave him the shirt to pull over his head.
	"There, that looks better."
	"I thought you were going to the market," Lance reminded.
	"I'm going. Anything in particular you'd like me to bring back?"
	"You need some money? My wallet's on the dresser."
	"I'm fine. If I'm going to eat while I'm here I insist on buying my
share of the food. You have a problem with that?"
	"Whatever."
	To himself, Jonathan thought, "That word again. I'm going to push
it back down his throat if he says it one more time." Aloud, he said, "I'll
be back shortly. Here's my cell number should you need anything." He handed
a card to Lance with his name and telephone number on it. "You have a phone
handy?"
	Lance pointed to the table beside the bed where a phone sat.
	"See you in a bit." At the door, Jonathan turned and
grinned. "Don't go anywhere."
	"Fuck you!"
	"Whatever!" Quite satisfied with his retort, Jonathan left the
room.
	He didn't think it was a good idea to be gone long, so he grabbed
his keys and left the house. He followed the simple directions Lance had
given him, and was soon turning into the super market parking lot.
	He hurried inside, and in less than half an hour had selected
several things and placed in his cart. He paid for them and hurried back to
his new home. He felt he had left his patient alone long enough.
	He carried the things he had bought inside and placed on the
kitchen counter. He went to check on Lance. When he looked inside the
doorway, he discovered the patient resting, so he headed back to put the
things away.
	Finished in the kitchen, he gave a thought to what dinner might be
and then went back to Lance's room. Finding him still resting, he decided
to check the shower out in his room and change into some shorts. The heat
from the summer day felt pretty intense, and he thought it would be nice to
freshen up a bit.
	He hurried into his new room and stripped his clothes off. Standing
in the room naked, he stretched and ran his fingers through his thick blond
chest curls. The wiry tangles felt good to his fingers as he made his way
from his nipples down to his waist. He loved the feel of hair, even his own
body hair when it touched his skin.
	He walked into the adjoining bath and adjusted the water inside the
shower. He stepped under the spray and relaxed as the hot steamy needles
penetrated his body. He stood there enjoying the water massage. After he
scrubbed his body down with soap, he rinsed completely off watching, as the
suds swirled their way down the drain.
	Jonathan shut the water off and reached for a towel. As he began
drying his body off, he saw he was starting to get hard. He reached down
and gave his cock a couple of strokes.
	"Fuck," he moaned.
	A few more strokes and he let go of his now fully erect cock. "This
is crazy," he whispered. "I have a patient in the house."
	He looked down at his hard cock, as it stood proudly, surrounded by
its thick blond bush. He wrapped his fingers around it once more, turned
around in the shower and started jacking.
	"Shit," he moaned.
	As his fist worked up and down on his cock, he couldn't help it. He
started thinking about his patient. The two times he had seen Lance's own
cock, he had to admit, he had a hard time not staring at it. He had done
his best to remain in a "professional" state of mind. However, he had to
admit, Lance had a nice looking cock. Although it hadn't been hard at all,
just the sight of it nested in the thick brown hair around it, well, it had
been enough to make his own cock twitch big time inside his boxers.
	Again, he thought how Lance had looked earlier with the robe off
and before he had tossed the shirt on. That brought him over the edge. He
moaned and shot the first rope of cum from his cock. It flew out into the
stall and landed with a plop on the stall floor. Several more blasts came
out the tip of his cock and landed beside the rest. He finished stroking
and milked the rest of the cum from his dick. He stepped back in and turned
the water back on. He cleaned himself up and washed his cum down the drain.
	He dried off and went into the bedroom to dress. He pulled a tank
top on, put on a pair of shorts and went to check on Lance once more.
	This time when he came into the room he discovered Lance was awake.
	"Hey," he greeted."
	"Where have you been?"
	"Miss me?"
	"Just didn't know if you got lost going to the market."
	"Actually I had no trouble at all. I've been to the store, came
back and checked on you a couple different times, put the food away, and
even took a shower."
	"Gee, thanks for the recap."
	"You're welcome. What time would you like dinner?"
	"You're the boss, you decide."
	"Are you hungry?"
	"Not yet."
	Jonathan looked at his watch. "It's close to five. How does six
thirty sound to you?"
	"Whatever."
	"Do you know any other word?"
	"Why? Does it bother you?"
	"Nothing you do or say bothers me."
	"That's a lie."
	"Excuse me?"
	"I said, `that's a lie'."
	"Listen, you can be a bad ass all you want. Trust me, I've had a
lot worse."
	"Are you supposed to use that kind of language with your patients?"
	Jonathan looked took a seat in the wing back. "In case you haven't
decided yet for yourself, this `professional relationship', as it is
commonly called, is going to definitely be different. Oh, I agree, there
will be a degree of that between you and me; however, I have decided to
treat you the same way you treat me. Oh, I will make sure you are well
taken care of, you can count on that. Still, if you tell me to `get
fucked', you can count on it, I will `get fuck' back at you."
	"Such language I'm hearing."
	"Yeah, as if you've never said the word before," Jonathan grinned
	"Yeah, whatever."
	"May I ask you something?"
	"As if I could stop you."
	Jonathan stood to his feet. "I can leave if you want."
	"Set down."
	Jonathan returned to his seat.
	"What is your question?"
	"I was just wondering about your family. Do you have any?"
	Lance shook his head and said, "Nope."
	"That must be hard," Jonathan replied. "My mom drives me fucking
crazy at times, but when I need her, she's always there for me."
	"Well, lucky you, huh?"
	"So what happened? To your family, I mean?"
	Jonathan was surprised to see the look of hatred that came on his
patient's face. None of the looks he had given him up to now had even
compared to the one he showed now.
	"They're dead."
	"I'm so sorry, Lance. I'm sorry I mentioned it."
	"Might as well be dead," Lance muttered.
	Jonathan looked at Lance and said, "So they are alive?"
	"They're alive all right. I'm the one who's dead."
	Jonathan suddenly stood to his feet. He walked over and stood
beside the bed. "I'm sorry, Lance. I had no business asking you
anything. That was personal, and I apologize to you."
	Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever"
	This time Jonathan hardly heard the hated word. His mind was on his
patient, and he was wondering what kind of family could treat another
family member this way. He decided to let the topic drop. When or even if
Lance ever wanted to discuss it with him, he would be there to listen.
	"I think I'll go start dinner. Would you like to watch a little TV
while I'm working?"
	"The remote's on the table over there," Lance pointed.
	Jonathan grabbed it and gave it to Lance. "Here, find something
that interests you."
	He left Lance to his channel surfing and went out to the
kitchen. He thought it a good idea for his patient to eat light meals, so
he grilled some chicken, tossed a salad and cooked a couple of baked
potatoes in the microwave. Later, the meal finished, he fixed two plates
and carried to the bedroom on a tray. He thought if his patient didn't
mind, he would join him for his meal.
	"I'm back," he called. He walked into the room carrying the tray of
food.
	"Thinks for the warning," was the response he got.
	"I thought if you didn't mind I would join you for dinner."
	"Suit yourself."
	As he sat the tray in front of Lance, he thought to himself, "Well,
at least he didn't say the fucking `whatever'."
	Jonathan helped Lance to situate his food, and then he took his own
plate and drink and sat in the chair. "Hope everything's okay."
	"Seems to be."
	"You're welcomed."
	"For what?"
	"Just eat your dinner," Jonathan ordered.
	They ate their meal mostly in silence. Now and then Jonathan would
throw a word or two in, and maybe and maybe not Lance would respond. For
the most part they were surrounded by silence as they consumed their food.
	When they finished, Jonathan stood to his feet. As he reached for
the tray in his patient's lap, he asked, "They gave you a bath before you
left the hospital, didn't they?"
	"Yep, they cleaned me up good."
	"Good, then you do until morning, I guess."
	Jonathan went out into the kitchen, leaving his patient to once
again travel through the channels. He cleaned the kitchen up, put the dirty
dishes in the dish washer for a later cleaning.
	He went back down the hall and checked on Lance. He found him
actually watching a comedy.
	"You doing okay?" he asked.
	"Great."
	"I think I'm going to my room for a bit. Unless you want me to stay
here with you," he added.
	"I'm fine. You don't have to baby sit me."
	Jonathan chose to ignore that remark. He padded the pocket of his
shirt. "I have my cell phone; so, if you need anything, just give me a
yell. You need to pee?"
	Lance nodded his head, so Jonathan went in the bathroom for the
urinal. He brought it back and handed it to Lance. "You don't need my
help."
	Lance drained his bladder, and after Jonathan emptied it once more,
he sat it on the table beside the bed. "In case you need to pee again
before I come back to check on you," he said.
	Jonathan left his patient and went to his new room. There was a
comfortable wing back chair on the wall beside his bed that matched the one
in Lance's room. He had brought several new books to read, and now, he
chose one and sat down to read. It was a murder mystery, the kind he really
enjoyed.
	He had read several chapters when suddenly his cell phone rang in
his pocket. Startled, he reached to answer it.
	"I need to shit," was what he heard.
	"Excuse me?"
	"I said I need to shit."
	"Be right there."
	Closing his book, he placed it on the bed and hurried to his
patient. He took the bed pan to him and helped him use it. At first Lance
seemed to be enjoying himself as much as he could. Jonathan decided his
patient thought he was grossing him out.
	Finally he said, "I don't want to burst your bubble, Lance, but
this is not grossing me out at all."
	"I know, you've seen much worse."
	"You're catching on, I see."
	"Whatever."
	Lance was soon finished, and Jonathan cleaned him up. When he
finished, he asked, "Is there anything else you need while I'm here?"
	"No, I'll wait until you get comfortable again," Lance told him.
	"That's what I'm here for. Just give me a call."
	"Don't worry, I have your number."
	"I'm sure you do."
	As Jonathan returned to his room, he thought about his patient. Was
it just possible that he was already making a change? At least emotionally,
he wondered.
	Jonathan spent the rest of the evening reading his book. Lance
didn't call him again, so around eleven he went to check on him, give him
his nightly medicine, and "tuck him in", as he put it to himself.
	When he was ready to leave, he said, "Lance, call if you need
anything."
	"You know I will."
	"Goodnight."
	Lance didn't reply. He lay with his head against the pillow and
closed his eyes.
	Jonathan went back to his room and stripped his clothes off. For
years he had slept naked, and he didn't think it was necessary for him to
change his habit here. He had brought a robe with him, and before he
crawled into his new bed, he threw the robe on the chair. He would have it
handy to put on should Lance need him during the night.
	As he laid there in bed his bare skin touching the sheets, he
stretched his body. How good it felt to feel the sheets against his naked
body. He thought about reading more of his book but decided against it. It
just felt good to lie flat and relax.
	As he laid there thinking about the day, about how his job was
going to change for a few weeks, he began once more to think about his
patient in the other room. Even though he was very irritable and seemed
full of attitude, Jonathan thought he was fucking hot. He would have to be
careful. It wouldn't do for Lance to find out how he felt. One word from
him, and Jonathan's career would be ruined, and he wouldn't be able to find
work anywhere.
	As Jonathan's thoughts raced about in his head, he hands traveled
down his body until his fingers rested in the thick tangle that surrounded
his cock. He loved the feel of those curls as they twisted through his
fingers.
	Suddenly he felt himself grow hard, He threw the sheet back freeing
his naked body. He reached for his cock and started to slowly stroke it. He
squeezed it and watched the first drop of pre cum leak from the tip. He
took a finger and wiped it off. Then he lifted his finger to his lips and
gently sucked it dry. He loved the taste of his own pre cum. It had such a
sweet taste to it.
	He continued jacking his dick with one hand, the other playing in
his bush, running his fingers through the tight blond curls. He did this
for a time enjoying the touch of his fingers to his body. When he started
getting close he would stop and wait for the cum to go back down his
shaft. Then he would start stroking again, long and slow. Again, when he
felt himself getting close, he would stop. After several times of this, he
couldn't take it any longer. Every fiber in his body was telling him to let
it fly. And he did. His body suddenly tensed up, his toes curled, and he
felt the first wave of pleasure sweep through his body. He shot so much cum
on his chest that the matted curls stuck to his skin and sparkled in the
lamp light.
	"Oh, shit," he groaned."
	He lay there for a while allowing his body to come back from
wherever the huge wave of pleasure had taken him. Finally he got up,
cleaned himself up and went to check on his patient. He threw his robe on
and left the room.
	When he entered Lance's bedroom, he discovered the patient sleeping
peacefully. The medicine was indeed working, and Jonathan was grateful that
his patient was pain free at the moment. After all, he knew that rest was
just as important as medicine was to help his patient's body heal.
	He quietly left the room and returned to his own bed. As he crawled
between the sheets once more, he wondered how long his patient would
sleep. Just as sleep was coming to his own body, Jonathan had decided he
would get up during the night and check on the patient.
	"What a day it's been," were the last words his brain said to him
before his eyes closed, and he was swept away to dreamland.

End Part 2


Tell me what you think guys..

Mark