Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 23:55:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Hospital - Chapter One WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between college men. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again' story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues, but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them and their sexual exploits. A Visit to the Hospital Chapter One "The Boy Grew Up" This all started about five years ago when I went to the hospital for a scheduled appointment with my cardiologist. As I got off the elevator, I had a sense of pride as I walked into the cardiology wing that my family's charitable foundation had paid for. I entered the waiting room and took a seat, acknowledging the others in the room with a nod and a smile. A young boy of about ten years old was sitting on the other side of the room next to an elderly lady. She was snacking on some graham crackers and offered the boy one. He snatched it out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth without even saying 'thank you'. Ill-mannered child, I thought to myself. As soon as he had swallowed that one he demanded another from her. She told him he had to ask politely, saying please and thank you. He just grabbed at her crackers and yanked them all out of her hand. She reached out to take them back but he shoved her away. He shoved her so hard that she lost her balance and fell from her chair, hitting her head on the magazine table in front of her. She cut her forehead and was bleeding. I jumped up and ran over to help her up while yelling at the brat who shoved her. Two of the other woman in the waiting room came over and took the old lady's arms, assessed her cut and decided she had to go down to the emergency room for treatment. I grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him from his chair, the crackers cascading all over the floor. As I was yelling at him, a security guard heard the commotion and came running to see what was going on. When he saw I was holding the boy he immediately grabbed my arms and demanded I let go of the boy. The boy was screaming and yelling that I was going to hurt him. Naturally the guard took his side of the situation. "Sir, I'm going to ask you to leave the area right now." "Did you see what that little monster did? He shoved the poor woman out of her chair so she hit her head on the corner of the table. Look at the blood where she cut herself." "Well she's not here now and you have to leave immediately or I'll be forced to call the police and have you arrested for disturbing the peace." Another guard showed up to assist the first one. They each grabbed an arm and dragged me towards the elevator. About then a middle aged woman came out of the doctor's office in a frantic hurry. She saw the blood everywhere and panicked. "Lance! What is going on? Are you ok?" I knew she was talking to the brat as I noticed a large 'L' pin on his shirt, signifying Lambda in the Greek alphabet. Stood to reason this 'L' was also for Lance. "Mommy, mommy that mean man grabbed me and yelled at me and hurt my arm." I yelled over my shoulder not being able to turn completely around, "Ask that little brat what he did to the old lady that's in the ER get her head stitched up! If you're his mother you should teach him some manners!" She was bewildered and didn't know what had happened. As the guards shoved me in the elevator, they apologized to the woman and told her I was being ejected from the hospital and if she wanted to press charges, just let them know. "Don't you know who that woman is?" one of the guards yelled to me. "Yes, I know. She's a piss poor excuse for a mother, that's who." "That's Mrs. Winthrop. Her family paid for all of the equipment in the cardiology department you were just in." "I don't give a damn, that doesn't give her the right to let her devil child attack old ladies and get away with it." "That's your side of the story and I'm sure you have it all wrong." We got to the ground floor and two more guards were waiting. I was hustled to the door and told to leave and find another hospital to go to in the future. I was banned from this one. I managed to get the badge number and name of the guard who initially intervened. I wasn't going to make a scene right now and disrupt any more patients so I stormed over to my car and left. I went home and decided to cool off before I took any action. On background, my name is Christopher Gates. My family fortune began with my grandfather. He went west during the gold rush in California, hoping to strike it rich like everyone else. But after a few weeks of back breaking work he had only managed to find enough gold to replace a broken shovel, buy some food and have a few cents left over for his efforts. He knew his life savings wouldn't last more than a few months at this rate. But then he had an inspiration. He came up with an idea how he could get all the other prospectors to dig for the gold and come into town and give it to him. He opened a small dry goods store selling supplies, shovels, picks, gold pans, anything that the prospectors would need. They found it was so convenient to get what they needed right in town and not wait for it to be shipped in from Sacramento that they were more than willing to pay a premium for his goods. As his profits grew he reinvested into his store, adding more inventory. Then he built a shower room on the back of the building he rented. He bought the building, promising to give the owner half of his shower money as payment. A hot shower for these prospectors was worth its weight in gold. Well, not quite that much, but there was always a line waiting for the shower. Next he experimented with some different kinds of foods that he could prepare and send back into the gold fields that would be tasty, nutritional and not spoil without refrigeration. At first the meals were terrible. But they didn't spoil so they were bought up quickly. Soon he had mastered the meals and they were actually quite tasty. Between the store, the showers and the meals he had hired several people to help him. He was the most frequent customer at the assay office, turning in his gold. A few years passed and the gold was running out. The new breed of prospectors were an unruly crowd who would rather rob you of your gold than find it themselves. My grandfather saw the writing on the wall and sold out. He took his fortune, which was sizable in those days and returned East. He settled down and got married and started a family. He was very well off and didn't need to work but he had brought his recipes with him for the meals he developed. He went to work on them, improving and adding to the selection. Eventually he went back into business producing his ready to eat meals. By now it was the Roaring Twenties and quick, easy and tasty meals that were ready to eat was a big hit. Everyone was in a hurry to get out and enjoy life and didn't want to spend hours in the kitchen cooking. He had his factory kitchen working 24/7 before it was a thing trying to keep up with demand. He was so busy he didn't even realize how big his fortune had grown. Then the Depression hit and sales fell off to almost nothing. He didn't want to let his employees go because he knew they wouldn't find work. He kept them on and made a deal with the government to supply ready to eat meals to the military. Any profits he made during this time he used to provide his meals to the unemployed and the hungry people in the breadlines. He did this anonymously as he didn't want the publicity, he just wanted to make sure people could get at least one good meal a day. When the Depression came to an end, sales of his meals picked back up. But by then the military was preparing for World War Two and his military contracts forced him to build a new state of the art building, employing four times as many people as before. By the end of the war he had built two more factories. Now my father was getting involved in the business and more or less running the day to day activities. My grandfather got cards and letters from so many people who had gotten his free meals during the Depression that he devoted more and more of his time to charitable activities. He founded the Gateway Charitable Foundation and funded it with his own personal fortune. He handed over the business, Gateway Foods to my father, lock, stock and barrel. My grandfather took me under his wing and got me involved in his charity work. He was right about the good feeling you get knowing you've helped someone, even if you don't know who they are. My grandfather passed unexpectedly of a massive heart attack. My father was also having heart problems so he sold the family business to a big conglomerate to spend more time with his family. He passed at the age of 58. I inherited the family fortune as well as control of the Gateway Foundation. When the hospital started doing fundraising in 1985 for a new wing dedicated to treatment of heart ailments, I came forward and the Foundation donated the money needed to build the addition. That's how I got to where I am today. After I had cooled off, I called Nancy Keene, the head of the hospital, and asked to meet with her at her earliest convenience. She was going to make room for me later today but I told tomorrow would be fine. I also gave her the name of the guard and his badge number and asked that he be present at the meeting. When asked why, I simply told her I would explain it all tomorrow. When I arrived the next day she had already looked into the incident in the waiting room when she checked with the guard. But neither had any idea I was the guy thrown out. "Come in Chris. It's been a long time since we've talked." The guard was at the windows with his back to me looking out on the courtyard. "Yes, too long, Nancy. And I wish it was better circumstances that brought us together." The guard recognized my voice and snapped around with a snarl on his face. "Oh, Williams, I see you know Chris," Nancy asked the guard. "Ya, I know him. And I threw him out and told him never to come back again. He was disrespecting Mrs. Winthrop and her son. He didn't even care that her family paid for everything in that wing." "Well, Williams, if you had taken the time to find out what really happened and who you were dealing with you might have discovered that Chris's family paid for the entire fucking wing! That Winthrop boy is the biggest brat the good Lord ever released on this Earth!" He and I were both taken aback. In all the years I've known Nancy I don't think I've ever heard her say much as damn or hell, let alone the 'F' bomb. "He what? But the boy was screaming and I didn't know who he was . . . or is." "Mr Williams, meet Mr. Chris Gates, head of the Gateway Foundation, sponsor of the Gateway Cardiology Wing, the man who is going to have you fired." "Mr Gates, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize who you were. Please accept my apology." "Now hold on, Nancy. I don't know what his work record is at the hospital but I don't want him fired on my account. I accept his apology but have one condition for him." "Anything, Mr. Gates, you name it and I'll do it. I really need this job." "Nancy, I want you to set him up with sensitivity training and crisis management training as well. He was good at getting me out of the building had I been an actual threat to anyone. He just needs to be able to better assess situations." "Excellent suggestion, Chris. Mr Williams will be the first of the entire security force to participate in this mandatory training. You may leave now, Mr. Williams." He started to leave but I stepped in his path and extending my hand to shake his before he left. "No hard feelings, ok?" "No sir, not at all, Thank you sir." As he left the room, Nancy looked at me and shook her head. "Whether its money or people on the line, you are the most charitable person I know." "Like over paying for that horrible painting you goaded me into buying at the last fundraiser?" "Oh, yes, I did feel bad about that. At least until the check cleared." "I went right home and hung it up . . . in my hall closet!" We both had a good laugh. She also wanted me to know before I left that Mrs. Winthrop had called earlier in the morning and apologized for her son's behavior. She didn't know who you were but asked me if I ever found out to pass along her apology. Her husband was killed two years ago in a drunk driving accident and her son still hasn't gotten over it. "Yes, I remember reading about it in the papers. I would have attended the funeral but I was out of the country at the time. I knew Paul. He was a good man. I feel bad for the young man losing his father but that doesn't justify his behavior." "No it doesn't. And Mrs. Winthrop assured me she will be spending more time with him and setting him straight. She sent a bouquet and a fruit basket to the lady who was injured along with a hand written apology from her son, Lance." "Until the next time. You and your husband and I should all get together and go to a show or to dinner and enjoy a night out without fundraising getting in the way." "Sounds like a good idea. Thank you for coming in and being so benevolent with Mr. Williams." I left her office feeling better about the way it went today. Flash forward five years. I'm in the hospital getting some return on my investment, as it were. I had a mild heart attack brought on by a blockage in an artery off my heart. They went in through an artery in my groin and inserted a stent to keep the blood flowing. With diet change and exercise, I'd make a full recovery. The incision in my groin had a dissolvable plug inserted to close the wound that would dissolve as the wound healed. But I couldn't move around and had to stay in bed until it was healed, about a week I was told. If I dislodged it I could bleed to death in minutes. So you better believe I was ok with staying in bed for a week. The second day Nancy came by to check on me. "I'm doing fine thanks. And just in case something does go wrong, I made sure to spell the hospital name correctly in my will." I laughed at her. "You better get well. The inheritance is only a one time thing. I want you up and around for all of our next fundraisers for years to come." The nurse who was in the room at the time looked at us both with a horrified look. "We're just kidding each other, gallows humor as it were." She nodded her head and finished up and exited quickly. "First laugh I've had today. Thanks for stopping by." "If you need anything, just let me know." Just after she left, one of the young volunteers came in the room. They used to be all girls and some hospitals called them Candy Strippers. But that is too sexists. Now they are just called Young Volunteers and are both young men and women. "I don't know what you said to that nurse but she doesn't want to come back in here. She asked me if I'd check on your wound to make sure it's not leaking." "Oh, she just took some kidding around as serious, that's all." Something about this young man looked familiar but I couldn't place him. He pulled back the sheets to check my incision. I was wearing a pajama top but nothing else. Made it easier to use the bed urinal and for the doctors to check on me. He looked a little shocked when he saw I was naked from the waist down. I have a reasonably nice package but nothing excessive, especially when it's soft. "Surprise!" I called out to him. His face turned red and he responded. "Nothing I haven't seen before, just took me by surprise, that's all." "No problem. I can cover back up if you'd be more comfortable." "Not necessary, I'll only be a minute. Oops, I do see a little dried blood here. I don't think it's serious but I should get the nurse to come back with some alcohol and wash it off to be sure." I covered back up and he left the room. It was still bugging me where I knew this young man from. He came back into the room with some supplies and pulled back the sheet again. "The nurse told me to wash it off and if I see any fresh blood to alert the doctor. Boy, did you spook her." "I try not to, but sometimes I have that effect on people." "Sorry but I want to make sure I'm doing this right," as he used one gloved hand to push my balls and cock back away from my leg. He took an alcohol swab and gently cleaned around the incision. As he was leaning over I noticed am 'L' pin on his uniform shirt. Lambda! Could this young man be Lance, the terror of the waiting room? This polite, gentle young man looking after me? Before I could say anything I felt my cock start to chub up from his touch. "Sorry about that, but its been years since my wife died and no one has touched me down there except myself." "It happens, no big deal." "Hey, who are you saying isn't big?" I teased him. He turned red and stammered to recover. "No, that's not what I meant. I meant that lots of guys get an erection from the casual touch." "I know, I'm busting you." "Oh, ok. I thought you were serious. You must have been kidding about no one touching you there in years as well." "Nope, been 10 years now since she passed. No one but me in that playground." "You're a good looking man. I would have thought someone would have gotten together with you in all that time." All this talk was making me grow bigger and harder. "Wow, that is a prize worth going after." He chuckled at my embarrassment. "I'm almost done. It's all clean and it looks like no fresh leakage." "Thanks. For the medical care, the conversation and the excitement." Now it was his turn to get red faced again. "By the way, what's your name in case I need some more help with this dang thing, the incision I mean," smirking at him. "Lance, sir, at your service. Anything else you need, just ask for me. I'm on duty all week from 7 until 5. Before I go, have you been in this ward before? You look familiar." Lance! Son of a bitch! I knew it looked like him and the pin was a dead give away. But the kindness and the helpfulness? This must be Lance v2.0. I still hadn't let on who I was, I don't know if he even knew my name from the incident in the waiting room. "Oh yes, I'm a regular in this hospital. You probably have seen me here before, maybe a long time ago." "I've only been doing this for two years now. But maybe." I wasn't sure I wanted to let on who I was just yet so I didn't say anything. After he left I lay there thinking about how aroused I got when he was cleaning my wound and touching my balls and cock. He was doing his job in a very professional manner with no sexual overtones, at least none that I detected. He was a handsome young man but that should not have aroused me the way it did. It's true it's been a long time since anyone touched me there but I might have expected that from a lady nurse, not a male nurse. I was served some graham crackers with my meal. I didn't eat them but rather put the package in the nightstand draw. I ate my supper and watched TV for a while and then turned in to get some sleep. I was awoken early the next morning to take my morning meds before breakfast. Shortly after 7 Lance came into my room with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning. I trust you had a good night's sleep?" he asked. "Yes, I did, thank you. You brought my breakfast? What are you, my personal butler?" I joked. "No, just helping out on the floor like I always do. And still trying to figure out why you look so familiar. I'll be back in a while and then check on your wound again" "No rush, I'm not going anywhere." I had finished eating when Lance came back to collect the empty tray. I had to piss like a race horse and asked him to get me the bed urinal. I don't wish having to use one of those on my worst enemy. They're awkward, embarrassing to use and very easy to spill when you held your piss from overnight and really filled it. And of course I spilled it trying to get it from between my legs. Lance came back in the room just as I was cussing at myself for being so clumsy. "I'm sorry I made a mess, Lance." "No problem. Let's get you up and I'll help you walk to the bathroom. You can sit on the toilet while I get some fresh sheets and a hospital gown for you. Your top is wet too, let's get that off." So here I am feeling like a complete fool, sitting on the edge of the bed about to be helped across the room to the bathroom, completely naked with this young man's arm around me to steady me. Boner time again. By the time we reached the door to the bathroom I was a full mast, sticking straight out in front of me. Whether he was making fun of me or trying to lighten the situation with some humor, Lance commented, "Quite a compass you've got there. Pointed the way directly to the bathroom." "Hey, I'm supposed to be the smart ass, not you, remember?" "It's rubbing off on me I guess," he snickered. And it did rub him. He turned me around to sit on the toilet with me facing him. As I turned he kept both hands on my shoulders to steady me and my projecting cock rubbed against his thigh. "Jeez, I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Unavoidable," was his response. I sat watching his efficiency as he stripped the bed and remade it in no time at all. Then he came back to me to help me up and back into bed. "If you don't mind, you really should let me wash you to get the urine off your body. You don't want your wound to get infected." "Good idea. Is that something you do or one of the regular nurses?" "I can handle it or I can get one of the day nurses to take care of you." "It will be embarrassing to have someone wash me but better another guy than a woman, if you know what I mean." "I sure do, that's why I offered." Lance helped me back into bed, laying a large towel like sheet on the bed first. He started washing my chest and shoulders, working his way down my body. I closed my eyes so as not to look at him as I felt my face turn red at his touch. My cock had started to go limp in the bathroom but was right back to full size by now. He spread my legs so he could clean the wound and then soaped up my balls and my cock. His touch on my cock made me let out a moan. "Relax, you're in good hands." He said softly as he washed up and down my cock. I whimpered a little and spread my legs a little further apart. There was no mistaking his technique now. It was less washing and more stroking my cock. I didn't dare open my eyes for fear of making him self-conscious and stopping what he was doing. It had been a long time since I had jerked off and even longer since my wife had done it to me. As he was stroking me he used his other hand to fondle my balls. "Got to make sure these are clean too." With that it pushed me over the edge and I started shooting cum all over the place. Lance giggled and said he was going to need some clean water to finish up. He came back and cleaned up my cum mess, finishing washing and drying me off. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I've never done that to a patient before. Please don't say anything or I'll be fired," Lance began to stammer. "Lance, I don't know what to say. I've never experienced anything like that before. I certainly wouldn't want to get you fired so let's just keep this between us." "Thank you so much. I'll find another volunteer to take care of you from now on." "The hell you will," I said sincerely, "I've never had such good care in a hospital. And I'm talking about the care up until 15 minutes ago. The last 15 minutes never happened." "Deal" "But it was the best 15 minutes that never happened that I've enjoyed in a long time." Lance's face turned red, he put his head down and picked up his supplies from the washing. I felt there was a connection between us and it was time to let on who I was. "Before you go, I have something for you," as I reached over to the draw and took out the graham crackers and handed them to him. "I understand graham crackers are you favorite." "Yes, they are, How did you . . ." He stopped mid sentence. "Holy hell! That's where I know you from!" he shouted. "Why didn't you say anything?" "I wasn't sure if you were the same little boy from the waiting room five years ago. You're Lance all right, son of Alice and Paul Winthrop, but you're no where near the same boy I ran into back then. You've matured and become a caring and considerate young man. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Chris Gates at your service," as I extended my hand to him. "I've wanted to meet you ever since that day, but not like this . . .I mean . . .um . . ." as he glanced down at my crotch and turned a deep shade of red. "Oh, this is horrible," as he grabbed his supplies and headed towards the door. "Lance, please come back later after you've calmed down. I'd like to talk to you, man to man." "Ya, sure, whatever. I've got to go," and out of the room he scurried. That didn't go as well as I had hoped. I fully expected he would not come back in my room again. The next morning my breakfast was delivered by another volunteer, a pleasant young lady. When I asked her why Lance hadn't brought my food, she told me he hadn't come in this morning for his regular shift. My assumption must have been right. Mid morning Lance and his mother walked into my room. Lance came over to my bedside and introduced his mother. "Mr. Gates, this is my mother, Mrs. Winthrop." "Hi Alice, how are you this morning?" I inquired. "Very well, Chris. I hope you feeling better" "Wait, you two know each other?" "Yes, Lance, Chris and I have known each other for years working on the charity circuit. He also knew your father." "And you knew it was him in the waiting room 5 years ago? And you never told me?" "I didn't know that day but I did find out later. He never brought it up when we would run into one another so I certainly wasn't going to. It wouldn't have done any good to tell you who he was." Lance was paged to report to the nurse's station one floor down. He looked at both of us, shook his head and walked out of the room. "I sorry, Alice, I didn't mean to upset him." "It's just as well he knows the truth now." "He is not the boy from the waiting room back then. What happened to change him?" "That night at home I had a long talk with him. He was so bitter and mad at the world, and especially his father. He and his father were very close. Paul had a business meeting on the Saturday morning of the accident but had called Lance to say he would meet him at his ball game later in the day. Lance couldn't forgive his father for being at work and not coming to his game to see him pitch for the first time. No matter how much we explained it wasn't his father's fault, he just carried the anger and resentment towards his father and the whole world. After our talk about life and choices and fate, he became very quiet and sullen for several weeks. Then his grandfather took ill and moved in with us. Lance became very attached to his grandfather and for the next three months he seldom left his grandfather's side, being a nursemaid, confidant, best friend and most of all learning things about his father he never knew. His grandfather was dying slowly and everyone, including Lance was aware of his condition. Lance stayed by his side until he finally passed. The time spent with is grandfather gave him a whole new outlook on life, on his father and on himself. He saw the pleasure and comfort his grandfather enjoyed from Lance's attention. Shortly after that is when he asked if he could be a volunteer at the hospital. He's been a changed person ever since." "Yes, he has. I've enjoyed his company and his attention in caring for me. I just hope now that he knows who I am he won't stay away from me." Lance came back into the room holding a small package. "One of my patients sent this to me in care of the hospital. It's a coffee mug they had made that says 'Thank for everything'. I have no idea who sent it and there was no signature." "Maybe it's symbolic that it was unsigned. It could be from any of the hundreds of patients you've helped while they were here," Alice suggested. "I suppose. Mother, can you leave Mr. Gates and myself alone for a minute. I'd like to talk to him, man to man." "Why of course, sweetie. I'll be out at the nurse's station when you're ready. Good day, Chris. Get out of here soon so we can attend the next fundraising chicken dinner," "I'm doing my best and with Lance's help it will be sooner than later." Mrs. Winthrop gave her son a kiss of the forehead and left the room. "Mr/ Gates, I just wanted . . ." "Hold it right there. The name is Chris, remember. Mr. Gates was my father. As far as I'm concerned nothing has really changed since yesterday between us." Ok, Mr. Ga . . . Chris. I really like you and hoped we could be friends. I certainly didn't like you five years ago and you sure as hell didn't think too highly of me. But we both are different now." "Not really, I'm still the hot headed SOB I was back then when I see an innocent person being hurt. But you are not the young boy in that waiting room. You're a grown up mature and caring adult who I would be pleased to call a friend." Lance teared up a little and reached down to give me a hug. Breaking the hug, he gave a a quick peck on the cheek. "And about the other thing while I was bathing you." "Whoa!. Again let me remind you again what we agreed to. Those fifteen minutes never happened." Lance face turned red and he looked down at the floor. "Yes, you're right. But it was the best fifteen minutes ever." "Same here, Lance, I'm really glad it never happened." We both laughed and shook hands. Lance left the room to go meet his mother and then back to his duties. When he came back with my supper we sat and talked for several hours about his mother, his dad and his grandfather. He signed off duty when he brought my supper so he had some time to kill before heading home. I was discharged a few days later and said my good-byes to Lance, not figuring to run into him anytime soon. We embraced and again Lance ended it with a kiss on the cheek. He told me if I needed any post hospital attention to get in touch. I told him I certainly would. But the wink he gave me caused me to stop and question what kind of care he was offering. If you enjoyed this story you may enjoy some of my other stories posted on Nifty. Feed back is always welcome to Jonathan at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. If you can't find them, from the main menu select "Authors". In the upper right hand corner, select "Search". Under keywords, enter "Jonathan Perkins" (be sure and put the name in quotation marks). 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