Written by Jonny Mac
This is a fictional story, describing erotic relations between consenting
adult men. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if it is illegal for you
to read something like this, then go find something else to do.
The following story is entirely a work of fiction, and is not intended to imply anything about any real people. All of the characters in the story are fictional, and must not be confused with any real people. The characters in this story may have the same names as some real people, but the characters are in no way supposed to actually represent any real people.
A word from the Mac: this is a one-part story based on a dream I had sometime in July. I've tried to stay as true to the content of the dream as possible. I enjoyed that dream, I hope you enjoy the story. I'm not a nurse nor do I claim to be one, so if Scott does something that is bad procedure (which he very well might) I hope no one in the medical profession takes offense. And one more thing for my big bro: BRIAN! :o)
Hi there, how are ya? I've just got to tell you what happened to me last night!
Oh, but first, a little about me. My name is Scott Thomas Williams. I'm twenty-two and people tell me that I look like an older version of Jonathan Taylor Thomas (personally, I don't see it). I'm 5'10" tall and 145 lbs.: trim, but not skinny. I have what I consider to be a great body that I work on at the gym three nights of the week. I'm from Halifax, Nova Scotia, but I'm living in Sudbury, Ontario, working as a nurse. I finished school about six months ago and started here about three weeks later. I really like it here.
Anyway, last night was Wednesday night, one of my gym nights. I had a great workout and was on my way home. I was feeling a bit tired, but it was a good tired, the kind that comes when you have accomplished something.
I was walking along, about half a block from my apartment, when someone came walking towards me from a side road. As soon as I noticed it was a guy I slowed down so I could check him out. He was wearing a pair of Nike sneakers, a pair of Cargo pants, and a baby blue t-shirt with three white stripes going down both sides. He looked to be about the same height, weight, and build as me with blonde hair that was parted down the middle. My hormones started to get the best of me just at the sight of him. It wasn't until I saw his left hand clamped over his right forearm highlighted in red that I realized something was wrong.
"Excuse me," he started, "could you tell me where the hospital is?"
Oh my god! It's Devon Sawa! Here, talking to me! And he's hurt! Ok, pull it together Scott. Duty first.
"Sure thing, but mind if I have a look first? I'm a nurse at the hospital."
"Ok," he said. He removed his hand and straightened his arm for me to look at.
"Hmmm. You didn't strike anything major, looks like a clean cut. How'd it happen?"
"I was running from a mob of people and I tripped and fell down. I cut my arm on a piece of glass. I got up and ran down the nearest side road to get away. After I lost the mob, you were the first person I saw."
"Well Devon, I think I can clean this up for you and save you a trip to the hospital." The cut was about an inch long and almost a centimeter deep: nothing a few butterfly band-aids couldn't fix. "My apartment is only three minutes walk from here." I looked up from Devon's wound to his face. He had a few scratches on his left cheekbone, which were bleeding slightly. "Plus I can clean those scratches on your cheek too."
Devon touched the scratches and flinched. He looked at me, meeting my gaze. After five seconds that felt like five minutes he smiled at me, revealing a gorgeous smile and a perfect set of white teeth.
"Ok, I'd appreciate that."
"Ok then, this way." I turned and started walking in the direction of my apartment building. Devon quickly matched my pace and walked beside me.
For about a minute we just walked in silence. Myself, I was too nervous to know what to say. I mean, that was Devon Sawa. The guy is fucking gorgeous! He is exteremly cute. He was the only reason I watched Wild America -- twice! And I know I've had more than one dream about him. Now here he is walking right beside me, on the way to my apartment - this could be good. But then I thought to myself, he's probably not even gay. I seriously doubt he is. Besides, you're taking him to your place to fix his injuries not bed him. Sigh, why do I always have to be professional about everything?
While I was walking along, looking straight ahead, I kept having this feeling that Devon was watching me. At one point I turned my head towards him ever so slightly and looked at him from the corner of my eye. Sure enough he was looking at me. He had this little smile on his face that was, I don't know, it was just weird. I can't explain that look he was giving me but I know it made my heart beat faster. I had to look straight ahead again because seeing that he was looking at me was making me even more nervous. I could feel the heat from my face as I started to blush. Devon obviously picked up on it from the light of the street lamps.
"So you recognized me? You know who I am?"
"Well, uh, yeah. I think you're a great actor. You did a great job in Wild America." I still couldn't look at him, but I knew he was smiling.
"Thanks, uh, heh, seems you have me at a disadvantage."
"Oh, sorry. My name is Scott. Scott Wiliams."
"Well Scott, I'm happy to meet you. Very happy." I assumed he said that because I was going to bandage his wounds, but I hoped he meant something more.
"It's nice to meet you too Devon. It's not every night I get to clean the wounds of a big name."
"Ok, there was that one time I had to bandage Leo's thigh, but--" I had immediately feared that sounded too sexual, but Devon laughed, taking it as the joke it was meant to be.
"You haven't been a nurse for very long have you?"
"About five months. Got a job pretty much right out of university."
"I guess you're about what, twenty-two?"
"As of January tenth I was, yup."
"Ok, that's cool."
Why is that so cool I thought to myself. It was then that I realized where we were.
"This is it. That gray building right there."
We walked in through the doors to the lobby. I only live on the second floor so we took the stairs as I always do. When we entered my apartment I turned on the lights and dropped my jacket on a chair.
"You grab a seat at the table and I'll get my supplies."
I went to the bathroom and got some band-aids, bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and some antibiotic cream. Before returning I checked myself out in the mirror. Hey, I might be helping him, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to try and look great too. Returning, I laid everything on the table and pulled a chair next to Devon for me to sit on.
"Let's look at that arm of yours. Lay it flat on the table towards me." He complied and I placed my hands on his forearm. The muscles in his forearm were very nice, very firm. I turned his arm a bit so that the light shone on the cut more directly. It had stopped bleeding, which was the most important thing.
"Well, there's no glass or dirt in it. It is a clean cut. To be safe though I'm going to put some peroxide on it to disinfect it." I picked up the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and removed the cap. "Now hold my hand and squeeze when it starts to sting, 'cause it is going to sting."
"Ok." He took my hand in his, but instead of simply holding it, he placed his fingers between mine, lacing them together.
God, this just feels right I thought. He has such soft hands: very nice to hold. I enjoyed the feel of his hand for a few more seconds before I continued.
I poured a bit on his arm, letting it run into the cut. Devon inhaled quickly through clenched teeth and squeezed my hand.
Wow, he's pretty strong. Soft hands, strong, toned muscles, and great looks. This guy has it all.
After letting the peroxide do its job, I soaked up the excess with a cotton swab. I reclaimed my hand from Devon's - even though I would have preferred to continue holding hands - and placed a bit of antibiotic cream onto the butterfly band-aid. I placed the butterfly on one side of the cut and holding it closed with my fingers, finshed sticking the band-aid to his arm.
"There, that should do it. I'm going to wrap a bandage around your arm to make sure it stays clean."
"Whatever you say Scott, you're the expert."
"Heh." I wrapped the bandage around his arm, being careful not to wrap it too tight, and secured it with two clips.
"And that does it."
"My pleasure. Now let me look at your face. I mean ... the scratches -- on your face."
Devon gave me another of his wide, radiant smiles. "Gladly." I could feel the heat from my face as I turned red again, but I continued my work.
I placed a hand on each side of his face and tilted his head back to get more light so that I could see. The first thing I noticed was that his face was baby soft.
"Uh, looks like there's a bit of dirt in the larger of the three scratches. I'll run some more peroxide through them to clean them all out."
"Better let me hold your hand again."
"Sorry, I'll need both my hands this time."
"Oh, ok. Can I hold your leg instead?"
"Ummm, sure, if it will help," I replied. Inside my mind though I was screaming 'Yes, hold my leg! You can hold any part of me you want!' Devon placed his left hand on my right leg, just above the knee.
I held another cotton swab just below the scratches to catch the liquid as it started to run down his cheek, tilted his head back, and poured the peroxide over the scratches. He sucked in another quick breath and squeezed my leg with a fairly tight grip. I wiped away the excess peroxide and re-examined the scratches.
"Looks clean, but I'm going to pour on a little more to make sure."
"Ok. I hope I didn't squeeze too hard."
"Nah, not at all."
"You have very strong legs." He started rubbing my leg, going from my knee all the way up to almost touching my crotch. My response was to get a raging hard on, which I'm sure he could notice through my shorts.
"Thanks." I blushed again, getting another beautiful smile from Devon.
"Here I go again." Devon stopped rubbing my leg. This time his hand was much farther up my leg, resting just short of my crotch. My heart started beating faster. I repeated the procedure. Devon didn't squeeze as hard this time. He was more massaging my inner thigh with his fingers than squeezing. It took all of my self-control to keep focused and not jump him then and there. I gently rubbed some of the cream onto his cheek to finish.
"And I'm done."
"Thanks a lot Scott." He released my leg, running his fingers down to my knee before breaking contact.
"It was my pleasure, as well as my job. I'm not going to cover those scratches with anything. I think they give you a bit more character. They make you look more rugged -- more handsome." Now it was Devon's turn to blush. I smiled at him. It felt kinda nice to turn the tables a bit.
"Ummm, thanks. So what do I owe you?"
"No, you don't have to pay me for that. I don't want any money."
"Who said anything about money?" With that Devon leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. The sensation of his lips touching mine was amazing. Even though it was only a brief contact it sent my mind spinning. My body tingled, as if receiving a small electric shock. I loved it!
Devon pulled back a few inches, remaining close enough to do it again yet far enough away not to be threatening. I could still feel his warm, sweet breath on my face. His heavy, uneven breathing easily gave away his excitement.
I was overcome with a sudden passion, an animal lust that totally consumed me. I grabbed Devon around his shoulders and pulled him to me. We locked lips again. Devon pushed me back in my chair and sat on my legs, straddling the chair and me.
I felt Devon licking at my lips and although I loved it, I needed more. I opened my mouth and let him enter. His tongue met mine and they wrestled with each other. I pushed his tongue back into his own mouth and nibbled at his lower lip.
Devon was holding the back of the chair keeping us tight together. My hands were rubbing up and down his muscular back. I reached down with both hands and firmly gripped his ass. It was soft yet firm. I pulled him tighter to me, bringing our crotches together. I could feel his raging hard on through his pants, as I knew he could mine.
As if he had read my thoughts he started grinding against me. I was now oozing massive amounts of precum and moaned to show my pleasure. I broke our kiss and moved down to suckle at the left side of his neck. The flesh was so soft and sweet. I must have been doing something very right because Devon let out a long, low moan. At first I feared he had cum, ending our bit of fun, but he continued grinding against me.
We continued for another minute, grinding, squeezing, sucking, and moaning. Even though the flesh of his neck was great, I needed to taste more. I stood up, keeping him on me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and continued grinding his crotch to mine. Walking as quickly as I could, I took him back to my bedroom and set him down on the edge of the bed. As soon as his legs released me I got down on my knees and undid his pants. Devon stripped off his t-shirt and threw it to the floor.
I looked up at his naked chest. His pecs were firm with dark nipples. His stomach was flat with a trail of hair leading from his cute bellybutton to the edge of his exposed boxers that were nicely soaked with precum. I pushed him back on the bed, pinning his arms down. I licked at his right then his left nipple, getting a moan in response both times. I sucked at his right nipple, which quickly became erect. After thirty seconds I switched to his left. All the while I was sure not to make contact with his crotch. I wanted him to cum buckets, but just not yet. I knew this was driving him crazy because his breathing was shallow and eratic and he kept tying to pull me down on top of him with his legs.
I continued my way down to my target, licking and kissing as I went. When I reached his bellybutton I stopped my descent to lick at it for a bit.
"Down, please, keep ... going." I was tempted to linger at his bellybutton a while longer, but I would have been torturing myself as much as him.
Releasing his arms, I took hold of his pants and pulled them down. Devon lifted his hips to make it easier for me. I removed his pants and his socks: I hate someone wearing socks during sex.
I went up to his boxers. There was a big wet spot from all the precum I had coaxed out of him. I kissed the head of his meat through the boxers, inhaling his manly scent. Opening my lips, I sucked some of the precum from his boxers. As soon as it touched my tastebuds I lost control: I could wait no longer. I tried to pull off his boxers, but in my impatient lust I ended up ripping them. I finished tearing them off, making them completely useless. I finally got the chance to see the previously concealed monster. It was about seven inches long with a redish head, and was uncut.
I slid his foreskin down, making Devon shudder. His head was covered in precum. I leaned in and proceeded to lick it clean, revelling in the salty-sweet taste that was Devon. He tried to sit up, but I quickly pushed him back down. I took the head into my warm, eager mouth. I licked at the slit and heard Devon gasp. I took this as a signal to continue and took in a bit more. I now had three inches of Devon in my mouth, and I loved it!
I bobbed up and down on that glorious shaft, licking the head all over. Occasionally I would gently brush my teeth over it, getting more pleasured gasps from Devon. I felt something against the top of my head and realized it was his stomach. Devon had sat up and was now running his fingers through my blonde-highlited, light brown hair.
"Oh yeah! Oh god, yes. Suck that cock Scott. Ugh, yeah!" How could I stop with such encouragement? Come to think of it, even if I wanted to stop I couldn't; Devon was now holding my head down and pumping his hard tool into my face.
"I'm gonna cum, Scott!" And boy did he ever. At least four big shots went down my throat before I could pry his hands from my head and pull back enough to catch it in my mouth. I caught three quick spurts in my mouth before he stopped coming. I swallowed half of it then licked the head and slit clean, and released his now softening dick from its confines.
I stripped off my own t-shirt revealing my firm pecs and six-pack abs before straddling Devon's legs, still wearing my shorts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and, pressing my lips to his, fed Devon his own cum. He eagerly accepted, sticking his tongue in my mouth to lick up as much of it as he could. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. His forehead was covered with sweat and his hair was matted to his head. I could still see the lust in his eyes.
"Was that good?"
"Oh fuck yeah. That was the best ever." He gave me a quick pec on the lips.
"Only on one condition."
Devon looked shocked. "Huh? Condition? What condition?"
"I'll only fuck you, if you fuck me after."
He smiled again. "You had better believe it." I leaned in for another kiss. When Devon closed his eyes I altered my trajectory and kissed him on the tip of his nose. Devon giggled.
"Now that was cute."
"I know." I kissed him on the nose again and got off him. "Be right back, sexy."
I strode quickly into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I grabbed two condoms and a tube of lubricant and returned to the bedroom.
"No, but my body did."
"Eh, close enough."
I first removed my shorts and, of course, my socks. My gray boxerbriefs had a huge wet spot on them. I started to pull them down.
"Wait," said Devon, halting my actions, as my thick pubic bush became visible.
"Come here." I walked towards him.
"Only fair." Before I could question what he meant, Devon had grabbed my underwear and ripped them to pieces by starting at the front opening. With my underwear laying in pieces at my feet, I sighed with relief as my hard shaft got the release that it so desperately needed. Devon stared at my cut seven inches.
"You like?" He looked up at me, winked, and took the head in his mouth. My knees went weak and I had to lean on his shoulder to keep from falling.
"Uggghh. Yeah Devon, suck me off." I could feel his tongue licking the precum from my head. The sensation was pure bliss. As his tongue poked at the slit I completely lost my balance. My legs buckled under me and my arms even went weak. Sensing I was going to collapse, Devon grabbed me by the ass and pulled me down, laying me on the bed.
He let my hard cock slip from his mouth and gently kissed each of my full testicles. He took the tube from my hand as well as a condom. Devon took the condom from the package and rolled it down my saliva-coated shaft. He squirted some of the lubricant onto his right palm. He rubbed his hand over my condom-covered dick until it was well coated, but instead of stopping he continued jacking me off.
"Stop. I'll cum too, ugh, quick." Devon complied and straddled my waist. As I had done to him, he held my wrists, keeping my arms pinned to the bed. He leaned down and brushed his lips gently over mine, then continued across my cheek to my ear. I could feel his warm breath at the side of my neck.
"Scott," he whispered.
"Get ready for the best ass you'll ever fuck."
He released my right arm so he could hold my shaft still. He lowered himself down until my head was at his hot opening. He pushed down a bit more. There was a bit of resistance, but the head soon slipped inside his perfect ass. Even with just the head inside his love canal, the sensations were mind blowing.
I was expecting him to lower himself on me an inch or so at a time. Instead he just dropped, ramming my seven inches all the way inside himself. Devon let out a loud cry that was either one of pain, pleasure or both. I too let out a loud moan. It took all my self-control not too cum right then and there. He was so hot and so very tight. I don't know if he was a virgin or not, but I don't think he had been penetrated very often.
We stayed perfectly still for a few seconds. I was trying to keep from cuming, and I assume Devon was trying to get used to the feeling of having his tight ass filled.
Holding both my wrists again he slowly started to lift himself off me. When just the head remained inside him, he equally as slowly lowered himself again, shuddering when I made contact with his prostate.
Devon quickly got a steady rhythm going: steady but very slow. At that pace, it would take an hour for me to cum, but I didn't care. The pleasure was immense. He kept pace for about a minute or two. Then he pulled me to a sitting position, wrapping his arms around my back. I reciprocated his actions.
"Uh," was all I could manage.
"You--You want me to go ... faster?" If the pleasure was this great now, how much better could it get?
"Yes, Devon. Fas--ter. Pleeease."
Devon picked up his pace, more than doubling it. I was in heaven. The feeling of his hot, tight ass clenching my shaft as he quickly pumped up and down was driving me wild.
I picked him up and flipped him onto his back on the bed. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and entered him again. I pumped him as hard and as fast as I could. Devon moaned loudy as I repeatedly rammed him, striking his prostate. I had become an animal, full of wild lust.
I was ramming my hard cock into him, harder, faster, harder still. Devon seemed to be getting louder: I could only hope the people in the next apartment weren't home.
Amazingly I managed to go for a steady fifteen minutes at a furious pace. But as always happens - to everyone's delight - I reached climax.
"Devon, I'm cuming!"
"Oh god, yes Scott!"
I felt the quick rise up through the shaft followed by the blissfully euphoric release as I shot five or six times into the tip of the condom, quickly filling it.
When my orgasm started to subside, I went completely weak. I shrugged Devon's legs from my shoulders and collapsed on top him, slipping out. He wrapped his arms around me; one on the middle of my sweat covered back, the other running through my equally sweaty hair. I simply lay there breathing hard and shivering from what had to be my best orgasm ever. Devon kissed me on the forehead and held me till I had recovered.
"So was I right Scott?"
"Was I right? Was that the best ass you've ever fucked?"
"Most definetly. You were amazing."
Devon kissed my forehead again. "So were you babe, so were you."
Without moving me too much, Devon slid out from under me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"It isn't over yet cutie."
When I had let Devon's legs fall and pulled out of him the condom I was wearing had slipped off my slowly softening dick and fallen onto the bed. Devon picked it up and held it closed in his hand. He got behind me and kneeled between my legs. I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks apart. Then I felt something that made me gasp. Devon licked at my opening. He licked all around it, then pushed his tongue at it, seeking admission. I felt his tongue enter me and I moaned. He tongue-fucked me for a minute then replaced his tongue with two fingers from his right hand. After being finger-fucked for five minutes, I was ready to do anything Devon wanted.
"Fuck me, now." I was practically begging him.
"Oh yeah." He took the second condom from the nightstand beside the bed, opened the package, and rolled it on to his once again rock hard seven inches. "As for the lubricant," he said, "I believe in recycling." He took my used condom and poured the contents over his own.
Coated with a mixture of my cum and his saliva, Devon lined up his prick with my awaiting hole and, with a single thrust, was completely inside me. I then knew why Devon had yelled. It was excruciating pain and immense pleasure all at once. I cried out as he had done. Devon firmly gripped my shoulders.
"We're not starting off slow this time." He pushed himself out and, using my shoulders as leverage rammed his cock back inside me. I cried out again, this time in pure pleasure, as the head of his prick touched my prostate. Devon's pace was fast and hard. Getting fucked by him was just as good as fucking him, maybe better; it's hard to tell. All I know is that I hoped he never stopped.
"Slow down. Don't cum ... yet."
"Oooohh! Too late!" With one final hard thrust Devon started to cum. The tip of the condom was touching my prostate and every squirt he let out sent a wave of pleasure through me. During the action, I had again become hard and the feeling against my prostate set me off once more. I soaked my blankets with my juices.
Devon collapsed as I had done and I could feel his weight pressing down on me. But it was nice; it felt right. After he had recovered from his intense orgasm, he started to speak.
"Amazing," I finshed.
After both of us having had two amazing orgasms in the last hour, we simply stayed in that position and drifted off to sleep. Devon was lying on top of my back, his semi-hard dick still inside me. I hoped he never took it out.
When I woke up this morning I was lying on my back. Devon was not in the room. I looked at the clock on the nightstand to see that it was seven. I had to be at work at nine, so I got up and started to get ready. I took the robe from the hook on the back of the door and put it on. I walked out of my bedroom into the living room. I still didn't see Devon.
"Devon? Hello Devon, you here?" No answer. I checked by the door for his Nikes but didn't see them. Oh well, looks like he left.
Just as well. We wouldn't be able to start a relationship anyway, not with the way his movie career keeps him moving around. Besides, we were both only in it for a night of sex anyway. And what a great night it was.
I went into the bathroom and showered. I ended up jerking off to the replay of the night's events in my mind.
Before I could have breakfast I needed to clear the table. I went over and started to pick up my medical supplies when I noticed a note on the table. I dropped what I was holding and picked up the note. It was from Devon.
'Sorry I had to leave Scott, but I had to catch a plane to LA for a new movie I'm working on. You looked so cute lying there that I couldn't bring myself to wake you. Last night was the most amazing night of my life. You were amazing!
'I left my address and phone number for my home in LA and my parent's home in Vancouver. If you are ever in either, give me a call. If I'm in town we'll see if we can't hook up. Who knows, maybe we can make it work.
I'll remember you always,
Sure enough, just below the note were two addresses and two phone numbers. I've got a week of vacation coming up at the end of August. Maybe one of those places needs another nurse. You're right Devon: who knows...
Well, that's the end. I'm not planning on having Devon and Scott get together, but if you think I should, let me know. If the response is good, I'll continue the story