Date: Wed, 3 May 2006 22:13:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibitionist Roommate - Chapter 9

He laughed and told me to zip up.  I did and moved the head of my cock into
my waistband.  I felt a shudder run through my body.  This was going to be
a wild breakfast!

I was still shaking as we entered the diner.  I had never been here, just
seen it as I drove down this road.  A large man came over to greet Mike.
Mike called out, "Hey, Mary, how they hangin'?"  Then Mike lifted his
t-shirt as the big man approached.  He grabbed the front of Mike's shorts
and pulled them out and looked down.

"Looks like they are still hangin' pretty good!" the big guy said and
laughed, so did many of the patrons in the diner.  I looked at Mike and he
motioned for me to lift my t-shirt as well.  My body was still a bundle of
nerves from the stunt in the parking lot, but I hesitantly lifted my
t-shirt and the guy gripped the front of my shorts and pulled them out.
His eyes got big and said, "Well, two of the three are hanging, but one
looks like it wants to come out and play!"  And laughed even louder.  I
went red and felt heat wash over my body.  The people in the diner were
looking at me and laughing.  They were all men.  I looked around and saw
one man laughing and then look at me with recognition in his eyes.  I
panicked.  I dropped my shirt, ran out of the diner, banging the door
closed on the way out.  I tried to get the keys into the lock on my car and
my hands were shaking so badly.  I finally got it open, jumped in and
started the car.  I gunned it into reverse and tore out of the parking lot
as Mike came running from the diner.

Tears were streaming down my face.  I was shaking so badly.  I drove
several blocks and then pulled to the side of the road.  I started sobbing
and shaking all over.  I had my hands on the top of the steering wheel and
my head on them.  It took a long time for me to calm down enough to breath
normally.  Then I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and looked in the
mirror.  Nothing behind me.  Then I looked at myself in the mirror and saw
my red-rimmed eyes, but more important, I saw this, this thing.

The guy I had seen in the diner was a neighbor of my parents, a guy that
lived a couple of houses down from our house.  He lived alone and always
had a smile when I saw him.  I had overheard my Dad talking about him to my
uncle.  Evidently, they had grown up with him and went to high school with
him.  His name was Tom and they had been joking about sex or something and
said, "Yeah, but old Tom was always up to help you out if you couldn't get
one of the girls to put out for you.  Not that he was fun to hang around
with, but he had his uses."  I hadn't really thought about that before, but
I now got the meaning I thought.  Tom was gay and my Dad and brother had
"used" him.

Is that why I had the dream about my Dad using me?  And now Tom had seen me
in an obviously gay place.  Shit!  Paranoia was wrapping it's ugly arms
around me and I was fighting, trying to get out.  But all I could see was
my Dad and my uncle pointing and me, laughing and saying, "at least he has
his uses."  I could see myself being the butt of family jokes, people
talking behind my back as I attended the family functions of Thanksgiving,
4th of July BBQs, etc.  "There goes Tim, I heard he likes boys," or "Don't
let him play with your son, you've heard about him haven't you?"

I could just hear this horrible ugly things that Aunts and Uncles would say
and my parents being embarrassed and shamed to go to family functions all
because of their son.  It hurt so bad and I felt so dirty and ugly and bad
and ashamed.  I had always heard, all my life, jokes and derision about
homos, in high school and once or twice from my Dad or my uncle.

I couldn't do this to them and I couldn't undo what I had done.  Yeah, fuck
it had been fun, but it was wrong.  Mike was just leading me astray,
feeding on these strange desires that I had.  That's it.  I started the car
and drove as quickly as I could back to the dorms.  I ran upstairs and
threw some clothes into a duffle bag, packed up some books and my laptop
and whatever I could fit into the duffle or the backpack and then ran out
of the dorms.  I jumped in the car and got out of there as fast as I could.

I drove around, trying to figure out what to do now.  I couldn't live with
Mike; it would just make things worse.  He would never let me live it down
and would be constantly trying to get me to do those things again.  Why had
I deluded myself into thinking that this was all fine?  And all those
books?  Shit - I had really fucked up my life now.

Finally, I drove through a fast food and got something to eat, I was
starving.  I parked in the parking lot and ate them and tried to figure out
what my opinions were.  I couldn't go home, because Tom would surely tell
my Dad he had seen me and where. I couldn't go back to the dorms.  But man,
I liked college and my classes and it was about the only thing that I had
going for me.  If I stuck it out and made it through college then I could
move on and live my own life and forget about this and my family and just
figure out from there what to do.  Be my own person and not get all mixed
up with guys.  Right then, I didn't care if I ever had sex again.  I would
just be celibate.

I found a coffee place that had free wireless and tried to work on some
homework.  But that didn't go well.  I had a difficult time concentrating.
I guess I was there most of the day, but don't remember much of it, other
than I had lots of coffee and had to pee often.  Every time I looked at my
cock while pissing, I thought of how it had betrayed me.

I figured out how much cash I had and knew that I was going to have to get
a job because my parents would cut off the little bit of money they sent me
each month to help me get through along with my scholarship.

I left and got something to eat and sat in the car for a bit more and then
got out and walked, I was so wired on caffeine.  Then I came back to the
car and listened to music until dark banging my hands on the steering wheel
and twitching and turning.

It was 2 in the morning when I found a place to stay.  It was a cheap place
I had heard about from some of the guys visiting the school.  Basically it
was a tiny room with a bed and a bathroom down the hall.  It had a wooden
shelf that served as a desk.

I put things in the room and sat on the bed for a bit and then figured I
needed a shower to get myself relaxed enough to sleep.  I grabbed my stuff,
switched to my robe and headed down to the bathroom.  It was rather
primitives - actually worse than the dorm bathrooms and I thought they were
bad.  This reminded me of prison scenes from movies.  All gray and cement
and a bulb in a wire cage suspended from the ceiling.  There was a long
bank of showers along one wall - 5 nozzles coming out of the wall and the
opposite wall with hooks to hang your stuff.  The toilets and urinals were
at the other end with two sinks in between.

It was late and no one was around.  I slipped off my robe and got under the
last nozzle and turned on the water.  It was just barely a stream of water.
I tried the next one and it didn't even produce a steam.  I went back to
the one I started with and turned it on again and waited for it to warm up.
I was shivering by the time it was warm enough to get under.  I started
soaping up as best as I could with the little bit of water that came out.
It was like washing one small area at a time.

I was about halfway done with a guy came in.  He was just wearing a towel.
I turned my back to him.  The last thing I needed was to see a naked guy
tonight.  I wasn't going to look at another naked guy ever again!

I went back to trying to get clean when I heard, "Either hurry up or move
over."  I turned and tried to rinse the soap out of my eyes.  "Look
asshole, this is the only shower that works, so either get out of it now,
or move over and share."

I got the soap out of my eyes and moved up against the wall allowing this
guy to move up to the shower.  "Thanks," he said gruffly.  He was a big
beefy guy with plenty of hair on him.  Coarse hair covered his chest and
down his stomach to his ...  I turned away again.

"Hey, you're new here.  Haven't seen you before.  That's what I like fresh
meat!"  He said and grabbed my ass.  I jumped and he laughed.  "Yeah, just
leave your door cracked and I'll come by and take care of that ass of
yours."  He slapped my ass.

I moved over to the side with the robe and towels and pulled on my robe and
grabbed my stuff and took off.  "Don't forget, leave the door cracked and I
come by and crack yours!"  He laughed again.  And it was an evil laugh.

I got outside the bathroom and leaned against the wall trying to get myself
together.  I pulled the robe closed and tied it tightly over my still wet
body.  As I walked back to my room, I noticed several doors open a couple
of inches.  The first one didn't have any light on, so I assumed it was a
vacant room.  The next one that was open, the light was on.  I looked in as
I walked by and a guy was lying on the bed, naked and stroking his cock!
He smiled at me as he looked up and caught me looking in.  I hurried along
the hall.

At the next open door, I wasn't going to look in, but again the light was
on and I looked in.  I had said to myself that I wouldn't do this, but
then, boom, I am looking in.  The guy in this room was lying on his stomach
with his ass in the air and his hand back between his cheeks and.  Shit!  I
moved on.  What the fuck was going on?  Was I having some kind of
hallucinations?  Had my mind been totally fucked up by Mike and this was
all I could see?

I didn't look in the next room that had an open door, but heard sounds
coming from it so I turned to see what was going on.  There were two guys
on the bed and one was fucking the other one!  One guy was on his hands and
knees and the other guy was behind him kneeling on the bed pulling the
guy's butt to and fro over his cock and both were moaning and groaning.
The guy getting fucked was saying, "Fuck me!  Yeah!  Harder!"

I hurried by and wondered why it was so far to my room, when I realized I
had gone the wrong way out of the bathroom and had to retrace my steps.
Shit!  I swore to myself that I wasn't going to look at all these guys as I
went back.  But I actually stopped and looked in on the two guys fucking.
I was amazed by the site.  I had seen the pics of this and read about it
and Mike said something about it, but seeing it was different.  It one way
I was repulsed by it and in another I wanted to see everything that they
were doing.  I wanted to see how big the guy's cock was that was fucking
and was the guy getting fucked, hard?

Shit!  I really was some kind of pervert.  My cock was stirring and I was
going crazy.  I raced paced the next couple of rooms and was just about
back to the bathrooms when the guy from the showers came out.  He saw me
and stopped in the middle of the hallway blocking the hall.  He was
wrapping his towel around his belly when he saw me.  He tucked one end in
and then smiled.  "Came back for it!  Couldn't wait for me!  That's what I
like, a boy who is eager."  He squeezed his cock through his towel.

"You really want me to plow you, don't you boy?"  He leered at me.

"No!  I don't" and I tried to push by him.

"Look, no one turns me down, punk.  I make the rules and if I say you're
getting fucked then you are getting fucked.  You want it rough?  Is that
what you like?"  He had grabbed my arm.

I tried to pull away, "Fuck off!" I said.  Where I got the guts to say
that, I don't know.

He threw me up against the wall and it knocked the breath out of me.  I was
trying to catch my breath, when he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me
against the wall and then up.  I was clutching at his hand, trying to get
him off of my throat so I could breath.

I was really fighting for my life, because I thought the guy was going to
kill me, so I kicked out at him.  I guess my knee connected because I saw
the look in his eyes change.  I moved my knee harder this time and he
released me.

"You fucker!  No one kicks me in the nuts!  That's what I do to other
guy's.  Guy's beg me to kick them in the nuts.  But no one kicks my nuts!"
He gripped his groin with his left hand through the towel and I watched
this and then looked up in time to see his right fist moving in like a
freight train to my face.  Then I saw stars and then I didn't see anything
for along time.

* * *

I was in the basement of my uncle's place.  There was a mattress on the
floor and I was in the middle of it on my hands and knees.  I became aware
of two guys down there with me.  One was moving up between my legs and
reached out and caressed my ass.  He started probing my hole with his
finger.  The other guy moved up in front of my and pulled his cock out of
his jock and started towards my face with it.  It grew larger as it
approached.  I looked over my shoulder to see the guy behind me because he
was hurting my ass.  It was my uncle and he was smiling.  I looked up at
the guy in front of me and it was my Dad.  "At least he has his uses," he
was saying.

"Noooooo!"  I screamed.

"It's okay!"  I heard.  I fought them' it wasn't okay.  I didn't want to be
"used" this way.

"Shhhhh! It's alright.  You are going to be okay."  I kept hearing that and
slowly it dawned on me.  I had been dreaming again.  I opened my eyes, or
at least I tried to open my eyes, but only my right eye opened partly.  The
room was dim.  I looked around as best as I could.  Mike was there and my
parents.  Oh Shit!  My parents and Mike.  My heart started pounding and
things started beeping and my Mom reached over and put her hand on my chest
and Mike did the same on the other side.

"It's okay.  You're in the hospital.  You are going to be okay.  They
caught the guy that did this to you.  You are okay."  I couldn't tell who
was talking my Mom or Mike.  I was very groggy and things didn't seemed to
be focusing either in my eyes or in my mind.

I sank back in the bed and tried to figure out what was going on.  I got
it.  This was a dream!  The guy beat the shit out me! And now I am
dreaming.  What a nightmare!  My parents and Mike in the same room.  Fuck!
I started shaking.

Someone came in and told them to leave the room.  My Mom protested. I think
it was my Mom.  Machines were beeping and people were talking fast above me
and I heard someone say more pain medication and then it got darker and
then black.

This time when I woke, I came up slowly and not from any dream.  This time
I had time to figure out I was in the hospital and that I was strapped to
the bed.  I tried to open my eyes and again only got one open.  I tried to
focus.  It was a bit brighter in the room.  I heard a slow rhythmic beep
going.  I looked down and saw tubes going to my arm and wires leading from
me to some kind of machine.

I looked beyond that and saw my Mom asleep in a chair and then I saw my Dad
in another chair with his head back, mouth open, snoring.  Then one more
chair and there was Mike.  He was closest to the bed and he had his eyes
open a bit and looking at me.  He looked like shit and he looked great.

Emotions went wild in me and I felt this swell rise up in me and my eyes
got misty.  Damn, it was good to see him.  He was sitting here next to me,
watching me, waiting for me.  I reached out my hand as much as I could.
His eyes opened more and he had seen the movement and reached his hand out
and gripped mine and squeezed it.  I saw his eyes fill up and that just
made me get more emotional and I thought I was going to really lose it!
Man, the guy cared about me!  Shit!  What was I going to do?

He looked around at my parents and then reached over with his other hand
and wiped the tears that had rolled down my cheeks and smiled.  He leaned
in close and whispered, "Welcome back!  You scared me and I was worried and
then the police called and then in the hospital and," he stopped.  "Sorry,
a bit of running away at the mouth there.  Let's just say, I am glad to see
your smile and that you are here."  A tear rolled out of his eye then.  He
looked around again and then bent and kissed me gently on the lips.

He sat back and cleared his throat and wiped his eyes and then mine again.
"Look who's awake!" he said a bit louder.  My Dad's head jerked forward and
his eyes tried to focus.  My Mom woke up and leaned in, put one hand on my
chest and ask, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess.  What happened?"

They proceeded to tell the story, first Mike and then my parents, each
filling in different pieces.  The guy had pretty much beaten me up, but
other guy's heard the commotion, called the cops and while they on the way,
came out and wrestled the guy to the ground.  The cops had found my wallet
and my ID card and called my room and Mike answered.  They told him they
were taking me to the hospital.  He called my folks and they drove down.
He had come to the hospital first and had been allowed in to see me.  One
eye was pretty much swollen shut and I had a bruised rib, broken nose and
various other bruises and contusions.

Mike said, he had explained to my parents that the reason I was there, was
that I was trying to get some background for a paper I was writing for a
sociology class.  And he looked at me to make sure I didn't contradict him.
I let it go, glad that he had come up with some excuse, no matter how lame.

The guy had been arrested and dragged out in handcuffs and naked to the
police car.

The prognoses was good, I would be fine with a bit of rest, some physical
therapy and another day or so in the hospital.  They had put me on some
heavy pain medication and that had probably caused whatever nightmares I
had had that caused me to thrash in my bed and have to be restrained.  They
had removed those when they realized I was lucid and pretty much back to
normal.

When Mike left to go the cafeteria, my folks went on and on about what a
nice boy Mike was and how he had been so concerned about me and had stayed
by my side from the moment he had arrived at the hospital.  He hadn't left
my bedside, except once or twice a day for something to eat.  They said how
lucky I was to have such a great roommate.  It was very difficult not to
get emotional while they were saying all these things.

Another time when only my Dad was there, he came up and put his hand on my
chest and sat down in the chair.  "Tim, I, ah."  He obviously was having
trouble talking.

"What Dad?"

"Tim, about that place you were at and the guy and all," he looked at me
with such great love in his eyes that I thought I was going to lose it
again.  I had thought I was going to hear some condemnation then, but Mike
came back into the room and he just said, "I need to talk to you, son."  He
got up and wiped his eyes.

My heart was racing and I was worried about what he was going to say.  My
monitor started going wild and someone came in and checked on me and looked
at everyone in the room with a look that said, "Don't be messing with my
patient.  And don't go getting him excited."  He gave me a pill and I went
off to sleep very soon after that.

The next day, my Dad sent Mom off with Mike to get me some clothes and
school stuff.  I figured out it was just an excuse for him to be alone with
me again and I was right.

"Tim," he said and he seemed to be more in control of himself this time,
"look your mother may have bought that cock and bull story that Mike told
about you doing a research paper at that place, but I know what kind of
place that is."

"Dad, I"

"Tim, be quiet and listen."  He sat down.  "Look, this is not easy for me
to say, so let me just say it before everyone gets back or I can't get up
the balls to say it."  He cleared his throat.  "It's a place were guys go
to have sex with other guys.  I got a bit more information from the police
than what your mother did."  I tried to speak again and he held up his
hand.  I was going to lose it soon.

"Tim, if you are gay, that's okay.  Just please don't go to a place like
that.  You don't have to go to a place like that.  You don't have to hide
this or be ashamed."  He wiped his nose and continued, "Look, it might not
be what I had thought of for you, but this is about you.  I have never
talked about sex much with you, so this could be part my problem, but from
what I have read, it is probably just the way you are wired up."

I was really going to lose it now.  My dad was saying these things!  He
hardly ever talked about how he felt or showed any emotion.

"Look, what I am trying to say, in my dumb, stupid, old fashioned Dad way,
is that whoever you are and whatever you are, you are my son and I will
always love you."  He started crying then and I did as well.  He leaned in
and hugged me and I raised one arm and hugged him back.

He went on to talk to me more after that and pretty much cleared the air
for me.  He quickly said that he had tried "batting for the other team" in
high school, but when he found Mom, he knew she was the one for him.  He
left it at that and I didn't probe anymore.  He was trying in his way, I
think to say he had tried it, didn't like it, but that didn't mean it
wasn't right for some people.

When we had gotten through all that and had finally gotten back to smiling,
he did the thing was always best at and that was disarming the situation
with humor.  "So this Mike, have you and him packed the fudge?"

It took me a moment to get it; he was laughing and I was blushing and
saying, "Dad!"

He laughed some more and ruffled my hair.  I liked when he did that.  It is
something that Mike did a lot.  He changed subjects then and asked about
school and all.  I kept going back to the fact that he had told me he loved
me.  I couldn't remember him having told me that in a long time.  So I kept
focusing on that instead of what he was saying.

And what did he mean, it was a place where guys went to have sex?  Thinking
about it he had to be right from what I saw, but I guess I had
misunderstood what the guys had been talking about around the dorms when
their friends came to town.  I also kept picturing the two guys fucking and
wondering what it would be like to have Mike do that to me.

I had so focused on the images in my head that I hadn't heard what he was
talking about and just began to come back to him, when Mike and my Mom came
back into the room.  Mike looked between my Dad and I and must have liked
what he saw, because he smiled.  Then he walked over and said to me, "What,
did you old man tell you stories and get you all excited?"  He pointed down
to the tent in my thin blanket and sheet.  I blushed again and tried to say
something, but he waved it away.

"They said that Tim could eat regular food, so let's go get some of his
favorites," my Dad said to my Mom.

When they had left, Mike pulled a chair over next to bed, looked around,
then put his hand under the covers on my bed and moving my hospital gown
around, wrapped his hand around my cock.  I groaned. He chuckled as he
squeezed my cock several times.  "What were you and your Dad talking
about," he asked as he played with my cock and balls.

It was difficult to focus as he fondled me.  "He told me that if I was gay,
it didn't matter to him, he still loved me and," I moaned as he stroked my
cock.

"And?"

"And that it was okay," my head was thrashing on the bed.  I wanted to cum.

"That's all he said?" Mike asked as he continued to work on my cock.

"He asked if we had packed fudge," I managed to say.

Tim let go of my cock and started laughing, "And what did you say?"

I wanted his hand back on my cock.  "I blushed and said, Dad!"

"Time for our bath," a voice said from the doorway.  Mike pulled his hand
out of the covers as the male nurse came in.  His nametag said Todd.  He
was in his late 20 with sandy blonde hair, about 6 feet tall, thin build,
with a big smile.  He pulled the curtain around the bed and then pulled my
blanket and sheet down exposing my hard cock.

Todd looked from Mike to me and then back to Mike and then smiled.  "Time
for our bath."  He worked off my hospital gown and I lay naked on the bed.

"Don't you think he needs to be prepped first?" Mike asked.

Todd looked at Mike and then down at his chart, "But he isn't scheduled for
surgery."  Then he saw Mike smile and said, "Yes, I think he does need to
be prepped."  He looked at Mike again, "Do you want to assist?"

"Yes, I have shaved my share of crotches."  Mike smiled.

I didn't think I liked where this was going, but Timmy was excited.  "Okay,
let's see your technique," Todd said.

He produced some clippers and turned them on and handed them to Mike.
"Would you hold that thing out of the way, while I work?" Mike asked Todd.

I looked at Todd who smiled and reached down and took hold of my cock
moving it out of the way as Mike worked.  I moaned.  I could only lay back
and watch what was going on.  My cock was enjoying this and I was in that
fog of lust and just wanted sex.

Mike used the clippers to get the length of the hair off, so only stubble
was left.  He turned off the clippers and gave them back to Todd.  Todd
handed him a tube of something and Mike used it and produced some foam that
he spread around my crotch.  My cock throbbed in Todd's hand with all the
attention to my crotch.

Mike took the razor from Todd and used it expertly on my crotch and then my
balls.  I watched without moving a muscle as he shaved my balls, stretching
the skin, this way and that.

Todd handed him a warm wet cloth to wipe up the foam with and let go of my
cock then.  I humped up into the air wanting the hand back and whimpered.

"Okay, let's do the rest," Todd moved around to the head of the bed and
added, "Now raise your legs a bit, Tim."  I did and felt the stretch in my
sore body as Todd grasped my ankles and pulled back a bit.  I moaned and he
let them down just a little.

Mike went to work then with the clippers again on my exposed crack.  Then
he used the foam and the razor. Once again, my balls tightened up and my
asshole puckered as he used the razor so close to sensitive areas.  My cock
was leaking as he worked around my hole and to the area behind my balls.
Once again he wiped the foam away with the washcloth.  When he was finish,
Todd released my legs.

"I believe he could use a release.  I have heard that it will help in the
healing process," Mike said.  I wanted this.  I wanted to cum, but to do it
front of this stranger.  I looked from Mike to Todd and then looked again.
Todd was sporting a bit of a tent in the front of his scrubs.

"Do you know now long it has been since he last reached orgasm?" Todd asked
Mike.

"Yes, two days ago."  Todd looked from Mike to me and back and smiled.

"In your opinion then, do you think he needs the prostate massage
technique, or the manual stimulation?"  Todd seemed amused as he asked Mike
these questions.

Mike scratched his chin and thought for a moment, which had to be an act,
and then said, "In this situation, I would think the prostate massage
technique would work best."

"Heh, heh, heh," Todd laughed, "Yes, I think I agree!"

He handed Mike a rubber glove, which Mike slipped on.  He squeezed
something on the end of his middle finger.  Todd looked at me and said,
"Just relax and push down when you feel his finger beginning to enter."  My
hole of course clamped shut then.  Todd pulled my knees up, planted my feet
wide apart and spread my legs.

I felt coldness at my hole as Mike rubbed his finger around my hole.
"Relax," he whispered as he continued to work around my hole with his
finger.  Then I felt the tip of it try to push in and I did what Todd said
and pushed out and Mike's finger slipped in a bit.

He left it there for a bit, just working it around and around, but not any
deeper.  I tried to relax.  It was a completely new sensation for me,
nothing unpleasant, just different.  After a bit, he began to work deeper
and I moaned.

He hit a spot then that sent electricity through my cock!  I gasped and my
cock spasmed and leaked.  I got a look at him and saw him smile at me and
then at Todd.  He then wrapped his hand around my cock and I closed my eyes
and sank back into the feelings running through my body.  He kept rubbing
and pushing on that spot in my hole and stroking my cock slowly.  It didn't
take long until I exploded with a long drawn out moan.  Cum flew up and hit
me on the chin and then my chest and stomach.  I was in the throes of one
of the wildest orgasms of my life and I didn't want it to stop.  The rush
lasted a long time it seemed like and I was completely spent when it was
over.

Todd took a warm cloth and did my bath then, washing me all over, turning
me this way and that to get at every area.  It was still a bit humiliating
to be lying there naked and to be handled like this by a stranger.  But I
was still in the glow of the orgasm and wasn't too worried.

He put a new hospital gown over me and tied it in the back.  He had looked
my bruises over and put some kind of ointment on my swollen eye.  When he
was finished, he pulled up the blanket and sheet, and then he looked at
Mike and said, "Thank you for a most entertaining break from my day."

Then he looked at me and said, "You be good and listen to this guy; he
seems to know what he is doing."  He pulled back the curtain, and rolled
his cart out, whistling as he went.

I started to say something to Mike, when I heard, "Okay, so how is the
patient today?" and a doctor strolled in.

He walked over to the side of the bed and pulled down the covers and then
pulled up my hospital gown.  "Why were you prepped?  You are not having
surgery!"  He looked from Mike to me and Mike shrugged and I didn't say
anything. "It'll grow back in anyway.  Just itch like hell when it does."

He proceeded to touch all the bruised spots on my side and ribs.  Then he
looked at my eyes.  "Okay, you are doing well.  You should be able to go
home tomorrow, if everything continues the way it's going.  Just take it
easy and get plenty of rest.  Here, your meds are right here on the table,
so here you go."  He handed me the little cup of pills and then a cup of
water with a straw.  I took the pills, made some notes on his chart, and
then looked me over one last time.

He reached down and touched the head of my cock.  I guess there was some
cum there that had leaked out, but he didn't say anything.  He just looked
at Mike and then at me.  "Get some rest."  He pulled down my gown and the
covers up then and left.

Mike chuckled and sat down in the chair next to the bed.  He started
talking about what had gone on when they found me, but I drifted off to
sleep while he was talking.

I woke up to the smell of food and I was starving.  Mike was there putting
a bag of food on the rolling table next to my bed.  He pulled out a bag and
tore it open exposing a mound of fresh onion rings.  My mouth watered.
Then he brought out a burrito from my favorite place and then a milk shake
and a bottle of water.  I grabbed an onion ring and asked him how long I
had slept and where my parents were.

"You've been out about 5 hours.  Your folks have gone out for dinner and
left me here to take care of you."  He made an evil grin then.

"And what have you been doing while I was sleeping?"  I said scarping down
onion rings.

"Oh, I had a nice long talk with your doctor."  He said, taking one of my
onion rings.

"You did not!"  I exclaimed around an onion ring.

"Yes, I did.  He saw me in the hall and asked me to come into his office.
He got right to the point and asked if you and I were involved sexually."

"What?" I said choking.

"Evidently, he corned Todd about the shaving and Todd pretty much said we
were together."

"Oh, Shit!"

"Nothing to worry about, he is really cool with it.  He just gave me some
instructions on how to treat you over the next couple of weeks, so you will
heal rapidly."

"Like what?"  I said, having lost my appetite for the moment.

"Like how to have anal sex without hurting you."  My mouth went as wide as
my eyes.  "Not to do it with you on your back and your legs up.  He was not
happy with Todd for stretching you that way.  He said if you put a pillow
under your middle and I mount you from behind that we should be fine.'

"You're shitting me!  He said that!"

"Yes, he said that you were doing pretty good for a skinny, uptight,
neurotic, horny, inexperienced, mostly virgin, shy guy."

"What do you mean, skinny?"  I said smiling and liking the emotions that
were washing over me.

He laughed, "So when do you want to try out the doctor's instructions?"

I grinned, "Mike, I have to tell you that I have been thinking of you
fucking me for days now.  And after having you finger up there, I am eager
to have more of you inside me."  This was me saying these things?  My cock
was stirring.  "And what did he saying about torturing, I mean having me
edge but not cum?"

He said, unfortunately, that you shouldn't be denied orgasm over the next
couple of days as it could cause damage if you got backed up too much."  He
smiled.

"Way to go, doc."  I was smiling too and Timmy was nodding his head as
well.  "What else did he have to say about my sex life?"

"That you should definitely have one!"  He started cracking up at that.
When he had himself back together, he said, "He said I should be careful
with you over the next week or so and not do anything too strenuous,
restrictive, or emotional."

"What did he mean by that?"

"I asked that myself.  He said, that in certain relationships discipline,
bondage and degradation played a role in sexual activities.  These should
be avoided for the next week or so, in order to allow you to have time to
heal physically as well as mentally."

"So does that mean no more stripping me in parking lots?" I asked
hopefully.

"No, that is very specifically humiliation and he said that was okay."  He
smiled and then said, "Okay, that part I made up, but he did say we should
work on building up your confidence and anything that would help that would
be fine.  And I think that a good dose of humiliation should help thicken
your skin a bit and give your confidence a boost."

As always - thanks for the on going comments, thoughts, and ideas; they are
always welcome.  harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry