Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:26:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and the Patient, Part 8

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 8


	The next evening Jonathan was in the kitchen completing the meal
when the doorbell rang. Lance had dressed for their dinner guest and was
sitting in the living room. He told Jonathan he would answer the door.
	Jonathan's meal was finished, and he was sitting the food on the
bar when Lance returned with a stranger beside him.
	"Jonathan, this is Tony Miller," he introduced. "Tony, this is
Jonathan."
	Jonathan reached out and shook the guest's hand. "I'm pleased to
meet you, Tony."
	Tony Miller returned the handshake and said, "Same here."
	"Everything is ready," Jonathan said."
	"Good, let's eat," Lance said. "Then we'll talk business," he told
them.
	During the meal Jonathan sat mostly in silence listening as Tony
and Lance talked about various things.
	"How long have you been gone?"
	"Not long enough, it seems," Lance answered. "Close to three
years," he added.
	The meal over some time later, Jonathan started clearing the
table. As he carried some plates into the kitchen, he was stopped by Lance.
	"Those can wait," Lance told him. "It's time to hear what Tony has
to say."
	Jonathan sat the dishes down and returned to the table. "I'm not so
sure I should be involved in this," he told Lance.
	"We've already had this discussion, and it's closed," Lance pointed
out. "Besides," he added, I may have Tony working on the inside, but I will
need someone on the outside," Lance reminded.
	"He's right, Jonathan," Tony agreed. "He really does need you."
	"In more ways than one," Lance said. He looked at Tony and
continued, saying, "You see, Tony, not only is Jonathan my nurse, and a
damned good one, I might add, he has also made me fall in love with him."
	If Tony was surprised at Lance's words, he didn't show any
signs. He just smiled and said, "Really? I'm happy for you."
	"Not surprised that I love another man?"
	"Not exactly," Tony said. "For one thing, your father has certainly
tried to spread it all over the company about his son being gay. Funny
thing, though, is that I have heard absolutely no one judge you or talk bad
about you. A fact, I might add, that drives your old man fucking crazy."
	For a moment Lance's face held a certain distinct look, and then he
wiped the smile off his face. "Speaking of which, I guess we should get
down to the business at hand here.
	Even though Jonathan still felt like an intruder, he sat down at
the table directly across from Lance. Tony Miller sat at the end where he
could easily see both Lance and Jonathan.
	"About a month ago I was sent to your father's home to pick up some
papers he had left on his desk. He had collected some information for the
company and had done some research for us. We needed the papers to close
some financial deals we had been working on. He told me where they were,
and I drove to his home.
	"He had told the maid I was coming, and she let me in the house and
took me to his office, and she left me. I went over to his desk and found
the papers immediately. They were right there where he said they were. I
picked the file up and backed away from the desk. When I did, I noticed a
file cabinet drawer open. I can't explain why, but for some reason it
looked suspicious, like something wasn't right. I looked inside the drawer,
but everything looked neat and orderly. The files seemed to be in order. To
be honest with you, I didn't even read the files to see what they
contained."
	"What made them look suspicious?" Lance asked.
	"I can't really say. Something just didn't seem right. I was going
to push the drawer shut when I noticed a thin note book standing up, one
corner peeking over the top of a file folder. Still thinking someone might
have been searching for something, I pulled the book out of the file." Tony
had placed a file folder on the table as he started talking. Now, he opened
the cover and pushed it toward Lance. "These are copies of what was in the
book."
	Lance looked at the pages before him. He read through several pages
and then looked up at Tony. "Who the hell is the Jordan Company?" he
asked. "And what is Testing Services?"
	"I don't have a clue what they are," Tony told him. "I do, however,
know who owns the company. It's owned by a man named Trevor Jordan. Who, by
the way, just happens to have the same social security number as your
father," Tony added.
	"No shit?"
	Tony nodded. "That's right," he said. "When I saw what was in the
book, I got busy and made copies on the machine right there in your
father's office. In fact, the maid came in and checked on me once. I told
her I had been asked to make some copies before I returned to the office. I
guess she never told your father, because he has never mentioned anything
about it."
	Lance looked at several of the pages that Tony had copied. "So, you
think my dad is ripping the company off, do you?"
	"I do think that. I think he is taking money and making it look as
if it's just a company expense. He can do that, you know. No one is going
to question a thing he does."
	Lance laid the papers down. "So, what can we do? Is there anything
that can be done?"
	"Well, in all actuality, it is his money to do with as he
pleases. However, if he is laundering the money, so to speak, and avoiding
taxes, that's another can of worms."
	Jonathan had sat across the table listening to the conversation
before him. Now he heard Lance talking to him.
	"What do you think, Jon, should I get involved in this shit?"
	Jonathan's eyes searched Lance's face, and he said, "That's
something only you can decide, Lance."
	"You're right about that. However, should I decide to try and get
to the bottom of this, I will need your help. I can do nothing without your
assistance."
	Jonathan reached out and gave Lance's hand a squeeze with his own
fingers. "You know I'll help in any way I can. I'm just not certain what I
can do."
	"I've been thinking about that," Tony said. "Your dad is going on a
business trip next week. He leaves on Monday and won't return until
Thursday or Friday. That would give us at least three, perhaps four days to
look through records he keeps at home. You know about the store room he had
built in the house, don't you, Lance."
	"What the hell are you talking about?"
	"You didn't know he built a nice fire proof storage room in the
basement? I think it was about a year ago he had it done. He told me he
wanted everything stored at home where it would be convenient and easily
accessible.
	"Damn, that in itself sounds suspicious," Jonathan spoke up. "Why
the hell would he want business shit in his home?"
	"Oh, I can think of several reasons," Tony answered quietly.
	"So, what do you want Jonathan to do?"
	"Yeah, I was wondering that, myself," Jonathan said.
	"I'm going to set the stage, so to speak, Monday," Tony
answered. "I'm going to spread it around that Jonathan is being sent to
check an audit trail. Those are usually set up by me, so no one will think
a thing about it. I will get him cleared to come with me to the storage
room in your father's house, and we'll go from there."
	"No one is going to tell his father about this?" Jonathan asked.
	"Don't think it will be a problem," Tony said. "As for the files in
the storage room, I have had free run of the place ever since it's been in
existence. I'll work everything out there, okay?"
	Lance looked across the table at Jonathan. "Are you okay with all
this shit?" he asked.
	"If it will help you, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
	Tony closed the file before him and stood to his feet. "I
appreciate that, Jonathan."
	"Before you leave, Tony, I do have one question for you," Lance
said. "Why the hell are you doing this? You do realize it could cost you
your job, do you not?"
	Tony nodded. "I know that. Lance, to be honest with you, when I
applied for the job, your job, I had no idea what all had taken place. I
didn't find out until after I had started working for the company all that
had taken place, and that you had lost your job. To be honest with you, I
feel you would do much better at running the company than your father. He
is not a good people person."
	"No shit?" Lance had something close to a smirk on his face.
	"I just think not only would it be a better place to work, but the
company would be much better off with you, rather than your father, at the
head of things."
	"You realize, don't you, that whatever we may or may not find out
with this investigation, that I may not come back to the company."
	"It would be your choice, I agree," Tony said. "However, let's see
what turns up before you make any decisions."
	Jonathan pushed Lance's chair to the door where they both bid Tony
good night. "Thanks for coming," Lance added.
	"Thank you for agreeing to see me." Tony shook first Lance's hand
and then reached for Jonathan and gave him a handshake as well. "I
appreciate you willing to help as well, Jonathan."
	"Well, like I said, I'm not sure what I can do, but whatever you
need, I'm willing to give it my best."
	After the door closed behind Tony, Jonathan reached down and kissed
Lance lightly on the lips. "You hanging in there?" he asked.
	"To be honest, I am bushed. I suddenly feel drained."
	"Then let's get you into bed." Jonathan pushed Lance down the hall.
	"I said drained, not dead," Lance called over his shoulder.
	Jonathan helped Lance out of his chair and into the bed. He saw a
look cross over Lance's face. "Are you hurting?" he asked.
	Lance gave a nod and his face suddenly turned white. He lay back
against his pillow and shut his eyes.
	Jonathan picked up the bottle of pain medicine and popped one into
his hand. He handed it to Lance with a glass of water. "Here, take this,"
he said.
	Lance took the pill and swallowed it. He handed the glass back to
Jonathan and laid still, his eyes till closed.
	Jonathan hurried through the house and turned the lights off. He
made sure the door was locked and hurried back into Lance's room.
	Lance opened his eyes. "I'm glad you're back," he said. "Come lay
next to me."
	Jonathan crawled in the bed next to him and said, "I'm here, so go
to sleep. You need the rest."
	"I'm okay now that you're here," Lance assured him.
	Jonathan looked at Lance, a tenderness showing in his eyes. "Was
this too much for you?" he asked.
	"To be honest, it was a bit more stressful than I thought it would
be."
	"Then stop thinking about it, at least for tonight," Jonathan said.
	"What do you think about this shit?"
	Jonathan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing much for me to
think about. My main concern through all of this is you."
	"Always the professional, aren't you?"
	"Lance, I think by now you know me better than that," Jonathan
chided him. "Of course I'm concerned about your physical recovery, and
that's my top priority. However, I must admit, I don't like the thought of
your father trying to screw you around either."
	Lance reached over and held Jonathan's hand. "I am so sorry for
bringing you into this shit."
	"Don't you know I would do anything you ask?"
	Lance grinned and asked, "Anything? If that's the case, then I have
a thing or two in mind," he added.
	"You need to behave," Jonathan said. "At least for tonight," he
added with a grin showing on his face.
	Lance reached down with his left hand and rubbed one of his
legs. "I think I will have to agree with you, at least for now."
	"Is the medicine starting to work yet?"
	"Maybe a little," he answered. His eyes looked straight into
Jonathan's, and he said, "Jonathan, would you just hold me? I need to feel
your arms around me."
	Jonathan reached over and put his arm around Lance's shoulders,
drawing him close. He leaned down and kissed his mouth, his lips brushing
lightly against Lance's. Then he said, "I can think of nothing I would
rather do more than just hold you close."
	"Thank you, Jon. I love you so much."
	"I love you too, Lance. Try and relax. I'll be here if you need
me."
	As Jonathan held Lance quietly in his arms he was relieved to see
that it wasn't long before Lance began to drift off, and for that, he was
grateful. It had been a very tiring day for them both, but especially for
Lance. It wasn't very long before Jonathan's eyes closed, and he joined
Lance in his land of dreams.



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	Jonathan's eyes suddenly opened. The sun was shining brightly
through the wide bedroom window, but it wasn't the sun that had wakened
him. He looked down and saw that Lance had placed a hand over the crotch of
his boxers and had slowly worked his way inside until is fingers had
wrapped around Jonathan's cock. He looked over and saw Lance grinning at
him.
	"Did you finally decide to wake up?" he asked.
	"You're supposed to be good," Jonathan reminded him.
	"Oh, I'm damned good, and soon I'm going to show you just how good
I really am."
	"How are you feeling?"
	"Actually I'm feeling with my fingers at the moment."
	"Don't be a smart ass."
	"I am feeling much better," Lance said. "You held me last night, so
can I hold you now?"
	Jonathan laughed and said, "I don't think I held your cock last
night."
	"I wanted you to."
	"Yeah, right, you certainly did."
	"Well, that was then and this is now." Saying that, Lance gave
Jonathan's cock a squeeze, and it immediately grew to its full length.
	Jonathan tried to will his cock to go down, but it had a mind of
its own. "You think you should really do this?"
	"You're the nurse, you tell me. Doesn't a person recover quicker if
he has no stress?"
	Jonathan grinned. "You have a point there," he agreed.
	He laid there enjoying the touch to his cock. It felt so good being
stroked by Lance, and when he felt Lance reach down and tug at his balls
and then go on down searching for the opening to his ass, he shuddered, and
his cock suddenly jumped between Lance's fingers.
	"Ah, you liked that, I see," Lance whispered.
	Jonathan reached over and found Lance's own hard cock. He grasped
the base, feeling the thickness of the shaft and the wiry thick tangles
that surrounded it.
	"God, yes, I liked you playing with my ass," he groaned.
	"You know when I'm able that I want to fuck you?"
	"I want that, Lance. I want to feel you deep inside me," he said.
	"I don't know if I have told you, but I love to fuck, but I also
enjoy being fucked. That won't be a problem for you, will it?"
	Jonathan grinned. "To get fucked or to fuck?" he asked. He gave
Lance's dripping cock a tug followed by a couple of strokes. "Hell, no, I
have no problem with that."
	Jonathan leaned over and kissed Lance, his tongue making its way
deep inside in search of Lance's own wet member. As they kissed, their
passion began mounting, making it hard to breathe. The harder they kissed,
the faster they stroked each other's cock, and the louder they moaned as
they both soon reached the edge. For a moment or two they both remained on
the edge, almost as if they were hanging by a thin thread. Suddenly Lance
fell over the side first, followed quickly by Jonathan. They both cried out
as their hot steamy man cream shot out of their cocks and landed on their
bodies, leaving them breathless and unable to move.
	After a time, Lance said, "See, you helped me to get rid of all the
stress in my body. That has to be good for my recovery, and even you would
have to agree with that."
	"You'll get no argument from me," Jonathan said with a smile.
	For a time they laid next to each other enjoying their time
together. They talked about lots of things, but nothing was said about Tony
Miller's visit the evening before or about the plan to try and discover
what Sam Thompson might or might not be up to.
	Finally Jonathan went to take his shower. "I'll get myself cleaned
up, and then return to wash all the sticky from your body.
	"Yeah, think about you first," Lance teased him.
	"Got that right, number one first," Jonathan called over his
shoulder. "Don't go anywhere," he added with another grin.
	"Wise ass," Lance threw back at him.
	Jonathan hurried to his room. He was happy that Lance was feeling
much better this morning, and grateful that he was in high spirits. He
quickly stepped under the water and let the hot steamy liquid wash his body
clean, removing his cum out of this matted bush and lower treasure
trail. It had already begun to dry and stick to his skin, and Jonathan
scrubbed hard to remove it.
	He jumped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of shorts, ran a
brush through his hair and returned to Lance's room.
	Coming inside the bedroom, Jonathan said, "You ready to get
scrubbed?"
	"Oh, definitely," Lance assured him.
	"Behave," Jonathan grinned and went to get the things for his bath.
	He returned with the pan of water. "I imagine you will be so glad
when you're able to take a real bath," he said to Lance.
	"I must admit, the thought does sound appealing. Speaking of which,
Jon, I've been thinking about something. I've been meaning to buy a hot tub
for a long time, but I just never have. Wouldn't that be good for my legs?"
	Jonathan nodded. "Very good," he agreed.
	"How about checking around today to see what we can find? I think I
would enjoy getting out of the house for a bit, if it's okay with you."
	Jonathan looked at Lance and said, "That might be a great
idea. Will you promise to let me know if you start to hurt or to tire out?"
	"I promise, I'll be a good boy. Speaking of being good, have I been
good enough for you to give me a bath? I sure could use a rub down."
	"Getting lazy, are you?"
	"Either that, or just horny," he said.
	Jonathan looked down and saw Lance was hard again, his cock
standing up through that thick brown hair that surrounded it.
	"You're hard again?" he asked, disbelief sounding in his voice.
	"What can I say? I have so much time to lay here and think about
you being here in the house with me, and I just can't help but get a hard
on."
	Jonathan squeezed out the rag from the soapy water and slowly
started scrubbing Lance's chest at the base of his neck. As he spread soap
with the rag, he enjoyed the sound it made as it left Lance's brown chest
curls white with suds. When he came to the matted hair filled with cum, he
paid special attention and worked hard to remove the stickiness from his
skin and body hair.
	When Jonathan was sure he had scrubbed Lance's upper body well
enough, he washed out his rag and wiped his chest clean. Then he took his
rag and went to Lance's lower body and slowly worked the rag down until he
had the brown cock tangles of his thick bush completely wetted down and
pressing tightly next to his skin. Then he took the bar of soap and slowly
worked it into the thick tight curls, creating a thick white lather and
making the hair sparkle. As he massaged Lances' crotch he felt his cock
jump and a big drop of pre cum oozed out the tip and down his hard hairy
shaft.
	"Hey, I'm trying to clean up here, and you're trying to make a
mess," he grinned.
	Lance moaned. "If you keep on the way you are, I can assure you,
there will be another mess to clean up."
	"Well, at least you're all soaped up, so it won't be a problem."
	Jonathan continued working his soaping rag through the matted
tangles, and then giving the rag a toss back into the pan of water, he
reached for the bar of soap. He lathered both his hands up heavily and then
reached for Lance's thick cock.
	"I think this need special attention," he said.
	Lance moaned when he felt his nurse's slippery hands grasp his
dick. "Fuck," he groaned.
	Jonathan continued working Lance's cock and balls over, lathering
them well and leaving them covered with white soap suds. He knew he could
only go so far because of Lance's legs, but he found he could go far enough
that his soapy finger could reach the tight hairy hole that was just inches
from the hairy ball sac he had been scrubbing. He started teasing the
opening at the fork of Lance's legs, and when his finger suddenly slipped
inside the wet opening he felt Lance shiver.
	"God, that feels so fucking good," Lance cried out. "More," he
begged.
	Jonathan continued teasing and finger fucking, and soon he had
inserted three fingers inside Lance. As he worked them back and forth
creating a fucking motion, he felt Lance sliding his hips up and down
causing him to bury knuckle deep inside the hot slippery ass.
	This went on for a time and the look on Lance's face told Jonathan
how much he was enjoying the action. It may have only been Jonathan's
fingers up inside him, but Lance was enjoying it just the same.
	Jonathan found the button up inside Lance's ass, and suddenly he
cried out, "I'm going to cum!"
	Jonathan pushed his hand harder up inside Lance's ass, and suddenly
his cock swelled up. The first rope of cum flew out and landed on Lance's
chest, followed by several more huge drops.
	"Fuck!" Lance screamed.
	Jonathan had cleaned all the soap from Lance's body. He leaned over
and with his tongue, began lapping at the thick cream that coated his
skin. When he had sucked all of the cum from Lance's chest, he said, "You
should have no stress for the rest of the day."
	Jonathan's head was resting on top Lance's chest, and Lance ran his
fingers through his hair.
	"Well, there is no stress at the moment," he said. "I can't promise
anything about the rest of the day."
	"Well, if I do my job right you should have no stress the rest of
the day," Jonathan said.
	"Trust me, you do your job quite well, Jonathan," Lance assured
him.


End of Chapter 8


Mark Stevens