Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2018 22:46:42 +0000
From: Tim Hobson <timhobson69@outlook.com>
Subject: going-gay 17

Copyright Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.

Tim's recovery from bypass surgery is rapid, and he is ready to return to
his hotel suite. The handsome young nurse's aide has made his hospital stay
pleasurable and promising, and Tim has a plan for the future.

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GOING GAY PART 17

[With a last lingering glance at me, Bruce hurried through the door.]

"Shit, Tim. I'm so fucking sorry. Please forgive me." Keith was nearly in
tears.

"Forget it, old friend. They had to know sooner or later, and I had no
fucking idea how I was going to tell them, so you kind of did me a favor."

"The fuck you say! I made a total fucking mess out of the whole goddamned
situation!"

"Well, what's done is done. Now what are we going to do about it?"

Keith thought a moment. "There's no way in hell that Will will get away
with having you declared incompetent, just because
you're... well... whatever you are."

"Good answer, because I don't really know what the fuck I am. I know I like
sex, and I like sex with Beau, and that probably means I'm at least
somewhere in the middle of the gay-straight spectrum. Do they have any
other reasonable grounds to get my money?"

Keith and I discussed possible scenarios and strategies for about an hour,
and then the nurse's aide came in and politely suggested that Keith was
tiring me. After my friend and counselor left, the aide closed the door and
pulled the privacy curtain around me.

"Kirk, isn't it?" I said with a sly grin.

"That's right Mr. Hobson, and I hope you're ready to take up where we left
off..." With that, he pulled his scrubs top off over his head and untied
the string belt. In just ten seconds, Kirk was naked in front of me, his
cock already halfway hard.

"You bet your sweet ass I am!" I struggled a bit with my hospital gown, and
Kirk said, "hold it a minute, let me disconnect this monitor." Pressing a
couple of buttons, he unwound the cord from my arm, and the lights on the
machine went off.

Kirk immediately went down on my cock, sucking expertly and filling me with
a warm glow. It had only been a 24 hours since my open-heart surgery, but,
as the doctor had said, my heart was strong and recovering nicely, so a
little extra stimulation wouldn't be a bad thing.

As Kirk worked on me, all I could do was massage his shoulders and run my
fingers through his hair. "This isn't the best position for you. Why don't
you get up here with me?"

"I don't know," Kirk said hesitantly.

"Aw, come on. This bed can hold 300 pounds easily. We don't weigh anywhere
near that." That's all the coaxing that Kirk needed. He scrambled up onto
the bed, got into the 69 position with his hard-on pointed down at me, and
went back to work on mine. I suprised myself by coming in his mouth after
only a minute or two of sucking.

"Shit! I'm sorry," I began, but Kirk interrupted me. "No problem. We didn't
really have much time anyway."

"But you didn't get off."

"Them's the breaks."

"Fuck that. Come over here." Kirk had quickly sprung out of the bed as soon
as I finished coming. I pulled his naked body closer to my face and began
to blow him. His cock was not very big, but it was surrounded by the cutest
bush of red hair I had ever seen. He had a tattoo on the inside of his
pelvis, where it could only be seen when he was naked. It said, "Fuck me
please."

I worked on his dick using all the tricks and techniques that Beau had
taught me. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" Kirk asked
admiringly.

"Oh, I have a friend..."

"Well I wish he was me." After a few more "tricks of the trade" on my part,
Kirk blew his load in my mouth. I made a mental note that the size of the
cock is not directly proportional to the quantity of semen, as I gulped
down spurt after spurt of his tasty juices.

Kirk dressed quickly and restored my gown to a modest position. My cock was
still semi-hard, so he pulled up the sheet and arranged it into some
ruffles that concealed my condition.

"So, that tattoo..." I looked at him and winked.

"Means what it says, but I don't think you're in any position to do that
just yet."

"Then I'll look forward to it as soon as I leave this goddamned place!" We
both laughed and he bent down and kissed me.

Kirk stayed and talked with me a little longer. I learned that he was
openly gay and currently living alone. He said he had lived with three
boyfriends over the past five years, but it had never worked out for him. I
said I hoped he would find "Mr. Right" soon and told him what a cute guy he
is.

After Kirk left, I found myself getting depressed. I had no idea where Beau
was, what he was doing, where he was living, and whether he had ducked out
to save my reputation or because it was a convenient time to exit my
life. I played our argument over and over again in my mind. Each time, I
called myself more insulting names as I realized how quickly and violently
I had destroyed our loving, trusting relationship. Now I was also ashamed
of myself for so easily replacing him, at least as far as the sex went.

When Keith visited me the next afternoon, my first words to him were, "Do
you know where Beau is?" He shook his head sadly.

"I'm sorry, Tim. He cleared out. When I went to clean up your bungalow,
there was no sign of his ever being there. I guess he was protecting you."

"Or glad to be shut of me."

"Hold it right there, Tim. From what little I have seen and heard, what you
two had going was great for both of you. He clearly wasn't a gold-digger,
so I believe he must be somewhere nearby, waiting for the right moment to
let you know he's all right and would love to see you again."

"Do you have any idea how we could contact him?"

"Hmmm. You said he was some kind of porno star?"

"The best kind, of course," I said hopefully.

"Well, then, he probably has a contract with a producer somewhere. Why
don't I find a porn shop and see if they have any of his DVDs. Maybe we can
track him through his employer."

"OK," I said, unconvinced.

"Well, shit, it's at least somewhere to start."

"You're right, Keith, it's a good idea. And thanks for caring about it."

"Hey, buddy, like I always said - I'm only interested in your happiness and
well-being. It's pretty clear to me that finding your boy-toy would cheer
you up a lot, so that's my mission impossible."

I let his remark pass. "What about Will and all that bullshit about
competency?"

"I doubt he'll actually try it, but I'm preparing our defense anyway, just
in case he's a total asshole."

"There's never been any doubt about that!"

The days in the step-down unit passed quickly, if monotonously. Every day
began and ended with a walk up and down the hall. In between there were
physical therapy, occupational therapy (I told them I was retired, but they
said it was just the name for being able to take care of yourself without
help), and various exercises that I did in my chair. I did my best to earn
my release, but I had a secret plan about that, and Kirk starred in it.

A week after my admission, the hospital discharge nurse was meeting with
me, going over the things I was and was not allowed to do when I got back
to my bungalow at The Charles.

"You can do steps, but no more than one flight - that's 13 to 20 steps
only. And your hotel has a gym with a treadmill, so we want you to walk a
mile the first day, and then add a half a mile each day after that until
you can go at least five. But if at any time you feel weak, dizzy, or
nauseous, stop immediately and sit down. Your doctor will see you in his
office in two weeks, but if you keep healing the way you've done here, I
don't think you'll have to see him too many times."

"I appreciate your confidence and optimism, but I'm still a little shaky. I
mean, after the constant attention here, I'm not comfortable being alone
all day and night. Does the hospital recommend any kind of follow-up care
that I can have, at least for a few days?"

"But sir, there's no indication that you need that. I'm sure your insurance
wouldn't cover it."

"The cost will not be a problem. Do you or don't you recommend anybody?"

"I really couldn't say, especially if it's not really medically
necessary. I suppose you could call a few agencies and see if they'd send
someone, but I assure you that you don't need it."

"Like I say, it's more for my peace of mind (but I thought to myself 'piece
of ass'), and I doubt I'll need anyone for very long."

"I'll let your doctor know, but I don't think he'll sign any kind of
medical order."

"As I said before, I don't really need one." I smiled as politely as I
could, and she finished the paperwork and called for a wheelchair to take
me to my taxi.

Over the past five or six days, Kirk and I had managed to steal fifteen
minutes late at night for a quickie. We blew each other, and I
finger-fucked him 'til he came one time, but we both knew we wanted
more. So, I hatched a plan. Kirk worked at the hospital part-time, letting
them know when he was available. The rest of his work came from
private-duty nursing, mostly elder-care. I asked him if I qualified as
"elder," and he laughed. "You're at least ten years too young for that!"

So when I was ensconced back in my cozy bungalow at The Charles, I called
the agency that Kirk worked for and asked them to set up regular visits to
help me bathe, get dressed, and hobble around the property. Of course, I
didn't need any of that, but the agency was so glad to have a lucrative
contract that didn't involve insurance paperwork that they didn't ask a lot
of questions.

The front desk phoned me around 9:00 the next morning to tell me that my
private-duty aide was on his way over. I met Kirk at the door with a deep,
lingering kiss, and then we headed into the bedroom. This time, he was
wearing more than scrubs, while I was still in silk pajamas. We took turns
undressing each other, teasing and laughing a lot.

When we were both naked, I took another good look at this young
care-giver. He was only about five-one, 125 pounds, but he was wiry, with
bristly bright red-orange hair. As I had seen in the hospital, his only
body art was the one little phrase, "Fuck me please" about two inches from
his cock and balls. His arms and legs were well-developed and I
complimented him on them.

"I do a lot of heavy lifting, moving patients around. You're not bad
yourself."

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My thick head of white hair
was probably the only give-away of my true age. I didn't lift weights or
exercise particularly, but I had always loved swimming. We had a heated
indoor pool in the old house (it seemed like a lifetime since I sold the
place), and I ate light and never seemed to put on weight - all of which my
doctor told me probably saved my life.

Kirk seemed a little nervous, and his pretty little dick was only about
three inches long when soft. But I already knew that he was a "grower",
having seen it fully erect several times in my private hospital room. For
me, the best thing about it was that I could take the whole thing in my
mouth easily - all six inches of it - and bury my nose in those delicately
scented red pubes of his.

I indicated the bed. "Care to join me?" He relaxed noticeably and we began
with a gentle cuddle and a few light kisses. These quickly turned
passionate. He entwined his legs in mine as we faced each other and used
our tongues to taste every inch of each other's bodies. When I gently
rolled him over and began to tongue his asshole, he said in amazement, "You
never did this in the hospital bed!"

"Surprise, surprise!" I laughed as I continued to invade his cute little
pucker.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, hopefully.

"You bet your sweet ass," was my reply. "But I want to work up to it, so
let's play around for a while."

We assumed the 69 position, side by side, then over/under. I worked on his
pretty little cock, drawing it out to its full length by sucking it
hungrily deep into my throat. His pleased moans told me I was doing it
right, and once again I thought longingly of Beau and prayed he was
somewhere safe and sound.

Finally, I got Kirk back into position face-down on the bed. I spread his
legs and crawled up between them, then I pulled his cheeks apart and wet
every inch of his crack and hole. When I pushed my tongue inside, he
exclaimed, "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I had a good teacher," was my only reply.

Carefully, I lifted him up onto his knees, his ass in the air right in
front of my face. Knowing what was about to happen, Kirk arched his back
and leaned toward me. I retrieved the Just 4 U lube from the folds of the
blanket at the foot of the bed, along with a sealed package containing a
condom. While I felt quite safe with Beau, who had those porn-movie blood
tests every 30 days, I would never take a chance with someone like Kirk,
whom I barely knew. He seemed to think it was perfectly natural to use the
rubber, which made me very glad that I had prepared one.

My first experience applying Just 4 U had been humiliatingly absurd, but I
had mastered the touch, so the delicate stream that I applied to his butt
was just right. As he waited in expectation, I slipped the condom on, lubed
it, and then inched forward and rested my cock on his crack.

"Fuck me, please!" he groaned with desire.

"My pleasure!" I said with a big smile as I slipped past his first and
second sphincter rings and felt my prick emerge into the tight but comfy
warmth of his insides. As I entered him, Kirk moaned with pleasure and
pushed backward onto me. As I had seen Beau do with Jimmy, Kirk began to
fuck me by sliding his ass back and forth, up and down my erection. I
didn't move, just enjoying the fun we were having.

I looked up his beautifully-tanned back, then to his shoulders, neck and
the back of his head. He had arched his neck and thrown his head back and
his red hair was shaking slightly with his quivering breaths. I started
pumping him, matching his back and forth with its complement. I grasped him
on both sides of his hips and pulled myself into him. There seemed to be no
amount of fucking that he didn't relish, and we increased the tempo of our
gyrations.

After a while, he rose up on his knees and turned his head to kiss
me. "Just like Beau did in my wet dream," I thought to myself. I reached up
and lightly pinched Kirk's nipples and he groaned in pleasure, forcing his
tongue further into my mouth. I reached down and began jacking him. He
quickly grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Not yet, please." Then he surprised me, "Pick me up and turn me over, but
don't take your dick out of me." I was amazed that, with his careful
guidance, I was able to execute the maneuver perfectly. I gently lay him on
his back, my hard cock remaining fully embedded deep inside his ass
throughout the maneuver.

"Now fuck me hard!" he demanded, raising his legs and wrapping both around
my back. And I complied willingly. I pounded his little ass, and with each
thrust, his whole body moved toward the headboard and then returned as I
pulled back.

Kirk began to jack himself off as I fucked him. I looked up and he had his
eyes closed and a beatific smile on his boyish face. His breathing
quickened and his body began to tremble. I knew he must be close to
ejaculating. And then Kirk made a squealing sound and began shooting ropes
of come all over his chest and belly.

To my delight each spurt of his semen was accompanied by a tight squeezing
of my dick by his asshole. I loved being inside a man when he was coming,
and the sensation was fantastic - I was actually feeling the result of my
ministrations on his insides.

I came quickly while his prostate was still contracting. Wearing the
rubber, I enjoyed leaving my dick inside him and feeling the pleasure of
emptying myself into his guts. We were both breathing rapidly and my heart
was pounding. I thought for a terrifying moment that I might have another
heart attack, but there was no pain. In fact, I felt joyful abandon as this
young man and I arrived at our climax together.

I realized that my eyes were closed. When I opened them, I saw him looking
at me with a loving expression on his face and a big smile.

"Now, that's what I call fucking!" he said teasingly. "I thought you were
an invalid, but you're sure gave me the ride of my life. Come here!" And
with that he pulled me down, my dick still up his ass, and we kissed
deeply. Then I simply rested on his chest, my head next to his as I nuzzled
his earlobes.

"There's an extra charge for physical therapy, you know," he joked. I
carefully pulled out, peeled off the rubber and looked amazed at how full
it was. Something had changed - before I came to San Diego, I was barely
able to produce a couple of tiny squirts of semen. Now I was pumping it out
like a teen-ager!

After a few more minutes of cuddling, we headed for my oversized shower and
washed each other thoroughly. Although he was a small man, Kirk was
everything I needed. As we dried off and drank a couple of ice-cold bottles
of Evian(R), I said, "I think this was good for me, and I sincerely hope
you enjoyed it, too."

"I'm glad. I don't usually hit it off so well with my patients, but there's
something about you..." We kissed again and then dressed. We sat in the
living room and finished our bottles of water, and Kirk rose to go.

"So, how often do you think you'll need therapy?" he inquired.

"How often can you come?"

"Do you mean 'come' come, or 'come see you' come?" he said as he sat back
down.

We laughed out loud, and I said, "how about every day?"

"I can do that," Kirk began, "but there'll be an up-charge..."

I froze. "What?"

Calmly and matter-of-factly, Kirk explained, "The agency pays me fifteen an
hour, but I'm only allowed to book the number of hours that they contracted
for with you. My clients usually supplement that with a generous tip."

"Clients?"

"Well, a girl's gotta make a living!" he said, tossing his burnished locks
and sounding overly gay. He grinned at me.

"So how much is the usual 'tip'?"

"A hundred or two... whatever you think it's worth."

Crestfallen, I retrieved my wallet and handed him five hundred.

"Wow! So much? You must have had a really good time."

"I did indeed, but you have made me feel so healthy that I will no longer
require your services," I said icily.

He looked shocked. "Look, I thought you knew. I mean, all that fun we had
in the hospital - I didn't get anything for that..."

Silently, I handed him another five hundred. "Never let it be said that I'm
ungrateful. Now, I believe we're done here."

He spoke no more, but simply picked up his backpack and headed for the
door. I opened it for him and took a couple of steps into the courtyard,
watching him cross the lawn to the entrance. A few steps from the main
building, Kirk turned and looked back at me pleadingly.

"Good luck!" I called, as Kirk disappeared from my view - and from my life.

"Who the fuck was that?" a familiar voice asked from behind and to my left.

I turned, my heart pounding. "Beau?"
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