Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2021 12:30:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Passionate Sex in the Hot Zone

Please help nifty all you can. Also if you can, while HIV/AIDS is a issue
near and dear to the LGBT community, if possible coronavirus and the
mentioned in this fictional story Ebola, that's very real and scary. All
the best, thank you nifty, and to all who've read my stories and been so
supportive.
Terry



While the United States and world are going through the coronavirus
pandemic, this is the proverbial walk in the park, compared to what Ebola
is. Most people are familiar with it now, as there are several strains,
and a few years ago it visited the United States to a lot of media
coverage. Also this raised concerns, and as usual with Ebola, people did
die. Yet western medicine and science helped decrease the normally 90%
mortality rate, although Ebola Reston is only lethal to animals. Ebola
Zaire, named after that country is not, and the origins of this fast
moving virus aren't known. It could come from bats, or there's a
hunter/cut theory from bushmeat of monkeys. Whatever the way this was
created, it has lethal consequences, and it is beyond more frightening
than anything Stephen King could make up. Even he was quoted as
"agreeing to that."

A person who catches Ebola, at first might have a headache or sinus pain.
They will probably think they have a minor illness, or as it progresses
the common flu. It's far worse than that, as it not only destroys a
human being from the inside out, it quickly moves to other victims whom
are known as hosts. Ebola replicates fast and without feeling. It simply
doesn't care, other than finding new hosts, and in the African continent
where outbreaks are fairly common, it can be as other family and friends
mourn along with preparing the body for burial. This adds more grief to
grief, and we should all be grateful to the researchers and volunteers,
who try with full resolve to control this nemesis of civilization.

With a 90% efficacy rate, imagine that passenger on the plane sneezing or
coughing. Here you are in a perfect incubation laboratory. 200 to 500
people, who are not only in a metallic tube for hours, but who get on
other airplanes, airports, destinations. This can spread to continents
near and far. It won't take long either. Soon a major outbreak could
happen. It's more common than even I want to admit while writing this,
because the hemorrhaging, blood out of eyes and orifices, is beyond
alarming. A terrible way to die, as what starts out as a headache or
cough, goes from that benevolent inconvenience to a total body shutdown.
Sweating, in pain, and dying in pain with hallucinations is nothing a
pleasant way to go. We all have a day, but to be afflicted with Ebola is
something no one should have to endure.

Want to not sleep at night? Read Richard Prestons best seller called
"The Hot Zone." It shows what at the DNA and molecular level, what this
virus does to those it captures. You'll turn pages riveted, and may
finish it in one reading despite its 330 page length. This is real, and
there are folks at Fort Derrick in Frederick, MD who study this in a lab.
If this is ever weaponized, it would make nuclear bombs child play. At
least from a psychological standpoint. As your goose bumps are probably
raised right now, there are doctors, nurses, and researchers in the
Africa savanna, waiting for inevitable outbreak. In their downtime, these
men and women are just like us, and this is a story about the passion of
two doctors who were pent up until becoming lovers. It's a work of
fiction, so names and circumstances are coincidental, but I'm sure that
in addition to a potential hot zone for viruses, a lot of hot sexual
activity in the cradle of civilization.

Dr. Mark Kellogg was the American physician on site, and was used to
hardship duty. He had gotten his medical degree in the US Army, had
helped with UN and along with WHO efforts in disasters. Mark thought
he'd seen hell in Haiti, but the outlying countryside of Mutare, Zaire
was truly worse. It shook him to the core. Countless hours working in a
biohazard 4 suit in vicious heat, and with patients who at best, might
have a primary school education. It wasn't the residents fault, more or
less it was so many socioeconomic stressors on Zaire from multiple
fronts. On many evenings after 12 to 16 hour days, you could find him in
his medical tent, drinking a glass of wine and smoking cigarettes. This
had taken a toll on him, and family and friends on Skype were worried
about his haggard appearance. Even his mom brought up his "thousand yard
stare."

At 39 he other than needing a shave, shower, and rest was a handsome man.
Standing in at 6'3 and a lean yet slightly muscular 200, he looked a bit
like the new James Bond guy with the blond hair. "Hi Daniel Craig!,"
the other medical staff always joked with him. He had a good sense of
humor, so he liked these moments of levity, plus the thought of such a
good looking man always made him feel frisky. Now working on this project
with Doctors Without Borders, he looked forward to continuing his
passion, which was helping his fellow human beings. Yet the young
idealist's fuse had been slightly diminished, by the bureaucratic
nonsense he dealt with, but the bodies piling up dissuaded him further.
Maybe his older brother was correct, to start a family practice back in
California. His brother had already started a wildly successful one in
San Francisco, and he told Mark to, consider it if he ever returned to
the Yorba Linda area.

The hemorrhaging bodies were atrocious. Bloated and showing, all that was
left of a person who died in misery. He puffed on his cigarette, and
laughed at the pack warning which said "smoking kills." While it was a
true statement, that was a much slower death, and not normally as
grotesque as what Ebola had brought. As usual when the first outbreak
began, witch doctors and shamans did blessings. Others revered said it
was punishment from God. Mark was always amazed, how no matter where an
outbreak or disaster happened, this was the canary in a coalmine
response. What bothered him about Ebola, despite the anti virals saving
some, was that he had to separate family members from their departed
loved ones to decrease the chances of the wildfire of viruses spreading.
On a personal level, it broke his heart to do this, despite it being part
of the Hippocratic oath.

One mile away in his tent, Dr Kevin James of the British Health Service,
sipped on his beer. He had had a harrowing day, as he did successfully
with an interpreter, get through preventative methods to several
families. This is what he was born to do, to generate awareness and work
the front lines of the danger zone. He was before this assignment a
family physician in London, although his specialty was infectious
diseases. Mad Cow Disease or BSE was boring compared to this. He thought
of the slides of BSE brains, both cows and humans. While the cause and
problem had been remedied, this along with hoof and mouth disease, had
ruined the image and reputation of the British agricultural machine. Yes
it was correct that blood donors, were asked abroad about being in
Britain, because Mad cow disease was spreadable via blood. If infected
the prions of a persons brains were ripped apart, leaving images that
looked like Swiss cheese. Yet this was a brain disease, where Ebola was a
whole body killer.

He like Dr Kellogg, found aside from this virus, the heat of Africa to be
sadistically cruel. Thankfully these moments in the evening, cooled
things down a bit, and allowed him to Skype his anxious relatives in
London and places all over the UK. He was warm and affable. Before he
went to medical school, he had acted in a theatre, and was perhaps one of
the biggest Shakespeare fans around. Considering they shared the same
nation of birth, this was quite the accomplishment, but he was always
honored to be in his luminary's plays in any role. Everyone enjoyed how
jovial he was. Most had no idea he was a doctor, as his short frame and
handsome mid 30's features, most would think he maybe worked in military
history or something like that. Quite often he was known for cooking
theater troupes meals during production, now he was putting his epidemic
studies to work. He had published several noteworthy epidemiology papers,
and some companies had offered him book deals. Dr Kevin James was
brilliant yet so humble, and he spoke and wrote in the same easy to
decipher manner. Quite often when giving a speech at a university, he'd
be the first t quip about his 5'5 frame. Small in stature but such an
electric personality, he was known for pranks and shenanigans.

The medical community tents were strange. They had their own commissary,
kitchens, bathrooms, and even shower houses. It was here where these two
thirty something's met the first time. Dr James walked in, to see this
magnificent looking yank, with pectoral muscles that be almost drooled
over. The hairy chest, the shaggy blond hair, and those blue eyes had him
licking his lips. Yet aside from his hairy chest, this other man had
quite possibly, one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen. If he was this
huge flaccid, what was he like hard. Kevin tried not to be too obvious.
Discreet was best. Yet Mark Kellogg and him kept running into each other
there frequently. Kevin always gave him a view of his smooth rear end,
and used to masturbate later, thinking of what it would be liked to be
fucked by this Yankee. Big amounts of cum would shoot out, and he'd
crash out of sheer exhaustion, along with the excitement of being with
his crush.

UN peacekeepers and other sentries kept the food supplies going. A
familiar site was an old C130, dropping pallets of provisions in nearby
fields. The never forgiving wilderness was brought awake, by the loud
thud of these shipments landing on the ground. Human suffering was
another theme that constantly was going on, as numerous doctors, nurses,
and volunteers would tend to the sick or in most cases dying. Hospice
staff who had worked elsewhere, did all they could, but even they were
overwhelmed by the scale and also the fear. There were rumors of medical
folks catching Ebola, a word that could cause ones heart to race at
alarming speeds. Yet none was verified. They were safe right? A lot of
unease, tension, and feelings of isolation permeated the masses. Yet all
of these men and women knew, and it was confirmed. The spread of this
vile and vicious infection, had been stopped in this hot zone. Cases were
dropping exponentially.

Doctors, nurses, and burned out volunteers had hope. You never know how
powerful that word and feeling are, until you're in an abyss of pain
that is surrounding you 24 hours and doesn't leave you as you sleep.
These men and women performed like a symphonic orchestra, and while the
music sometimes was less crying and screams of agony, it was a semblance
of peace coming back to the main channel. Finally hours were cut to 8 to
12 hours. Days off were given. Even leave was granted. Less coffee and
cigarettes were consumed. People were not stress eating anymore, and some
makeshift yoga and workout classes were launched. This is how Dr Kellogg
and Dr James became more acquainted. Now it wasn't just quick looks in
the shower, as they were assigned to be spotting partners in the gym.
They immediately hit it off, not only as two men dedicated to medication
along with helping others, but soon each other.

Sure they began sneaking away to each other's tents to kiss. Every once
in awhile when no one was looking, Mark grabbed Kevin's ass in a playful
grope. Once they had the showers for a few, and Kevin massaged Marks
Herculean cock and balls with soap. It felt so good for both of them, and
soon both of their organizations, allowed them a week of leave. It was
here that they decided, to visit the capital of Zaire. Kinshasa was
certainly an interesting city, with 15 million inhabitants, and a huge
disparity of extremely rich and those barely surviving. French and other
languages including English are spoken here, and upon their arrival, Mark
and Kevin got the swankiest hotel for next to nothing in dollars and
euros. Both the American and Briton had come prepared, and while they
intended on seeing some of the sights, there no doubt was a lot of
passion to be unloaded.

As Kevin took a hot bath and groomed to be smooth all over for later,
Mark was looking at the tourist guide, that Hyatt had for all of its
guests. They both couldn't believe the sounds and sights, as they came
into this bustling metropolis. It was a bit surreal, as they rode in a
Range Rover. They enjoyed the country views to whatever this was, as
there were developed highways and high rises, but also there was
livestock and mayhem. Organized chaos perhaps is the only way to describe
this city, which is thriving in many ways, yet you can't help but see
shanties where Mercedes cars drive by them. There are signs of previous
conflicts on the people, buildings, and landscapes. Who knew what would
become of this, but the sights, sounds, and smells were distinctively
Africa. For those who've been to the original continent, the birthplace
of humans, it's an experience that'll bring you home even as you
visit.

Mark found a Uber like service, and after coming out of the shower, Kevin
got ready to roll. Mark looked so hot to him in the plaid shirt with
tight blue jeans. He certainly knew what was under them, and Kevin wore
tight khaki shorts with a t shirt. Like most African nations, they knew
in public to act as tourist friends, as many gay people were beaten or
worse in this part of the world. Kinshasa had extreme Christian and
Muslim sects that disapproved of same sex couples, and warnings from
their state department's were clear. Mark and Kevin kissed briefly,
holding hands, and there two hearts beat strongly. Yet first Mark would
take Kevin to a Ethiopian place a couple miles away. They'd have a nice
dinner, drink some booze, and meander back to no doubt a night of
passionate romance interlaced with lust.

Their driver had grown up and lived in the city his whole life. He was
very polite, and even told them as he handed Mark his card, that he could
be their tour guide for only a $50 fee per day in US dollars. This was
quite a bargain, as his car was a Mercedes S class that wasn't too old.
Comfortable, leather seats, and most importantly air conditioning. He
brought them to the restaurant, and somehow was able to get through, a
tremendous amount of traffic with "no set rules." There seemed no
concern by other drivers, and pedestrians knew better than to just
"cross the street." Mark and Kevin couldn't believe the amount of
activity, as well as so many vibrant colors everywhere. It seemed
elections were coming up soon, and their driver explained that it was for
"city representatives." Upon inquiring about this, they learned about
the fifteen seats up, and how some of the officials and parties worked.
Apparently corruption and "paying to play" were quite common, although
there were some upcoming reforms. The music was a reminder of where they
were, and Mark tipped the driver a $20 bill. He was so very thankful, as
this was a month of rent.

The restaurant was cozy, and they had a small table in the back. Mark and
Kevin like Damika their waitress right away, and she brought them African
cocktails that were high in alcohol content. Sweet tasting with notes of
mango, Mark and Kevin held hands under the table for a few. At first they
encountered some static electricity, but now their two warm hands felt
good. Kevin was so turned on by the buff Mark, and Marks hard cock was
full and ready to show Kevin a excellent ride. The sexual tension was
palatable. Yet they tried not to give away who they were, and it was
obvious Damika caught on. She was playful which they enjoyed, and the
food was delicious. Chicken with vegetables, and several styles of
dumplings. Both men agreed it was the best meal they had dined on in
awhile, and reminisced about things at home. They had a lot in common,
and they discussed everything from art to movies. It was a good time as
they drank more, and hailed a taxi back to the hotel after settling the
bill.

As soon as the door closed, Kevin felt Mark behind him. The scent of his
woodsy masculine cologne gave him goose bumps, and they both started
kissing. Holding hands, their blue eyes each looking into each other,
with a fiery intensity that is rare but incredible when it happens.
Almost like a flower blooming in record speed, Mark guided Kevin to the
bed, as their tongues touched and felt so rewarding. Kevin felt Marks
hands on his nipples. Oh they were so hard, and they always were his
sensitive spot. Kevin kissed Marks neck, and he could feel him breathing
heavier. The temperature in the room was rising, and the king sized bed,
was going to get the Royal treatment.

Touches of lips. True connection and passion. French kissing. Shirts off
and Mark was enjoying Kevin's hairless chest, as he was hairy as a
grizzly bear. How did Kevin know he enjoyed the hands rifling through his
chest hair? His balls were suddenly heavy anvils, as the kissing was
intense as a Fourth of July or Guy Fawkes fireworks celebration. The
slurping sounds of their mouths together. The eye contact was insane.
Everything including time stopped, as soon both men were wearing nothing
but their underwear. Mark had the traditional tighty whities with that
gigantic bulge, while Kevin wore low riding pink briefs that were see
through mesh.

These made Mark damn near rabid. He could see that shaved cock, and also
when Kevin turned around, those well defined hips and buns of steel. They
were divine and he grabbed them, and Kevin moaned with pleasure and
anticipation. He hadn't been fucked for months, and Mark hadn't had any
action for a long time. These two men needed to get it on, and as they
kissed and held each other, Kevin made a bee line for Marks crotch. He
intended and with all full speed, took those underwear off to be greeted
with a diamond cutter hard penis that was so beautiful it should be on
those Roman statues.

Mark liked being nude and even more so with another guy. As he laid
there, he felt Kevin going up his legs with his hands and tongue. A
sensation of bliss became reality, as Marks soft palms went up and down
his shaft. He moaned and grabbed the blanket with his fingers, as Kevin
took him in his saliva drenched warm mouth. Up and down in those silky
lips, soon it just became sensory overload, as he had lost all control.
He was able to watch Kevin, sucking his shaft, and got more turned on
seeing his precum in his lovers lips. That feeling of warmth and wetness,
and the seal of Kevin's mouth was magic. Kevin did his best to throat
him completely. He had experienced some big cocks, but nothing like this
picture perfect monster. Although he ravenously sucked, and licked Marks
giant balls with that irresistible musky flavor, he knew he was going to
be challenged very shortly.

The sensation all over Mark was intense. Looking at Kevin's eyes as his
cock was devoured and gobbled up, was so intense and truly brought his
sexuality to new heights. He grabbed Kevin's dark hair, and pushed him
down on his penis. Kevin enjoyed this, but Marks monster made his jaw
hurt and flex in ways not thought possible. The precum was sugary sweet,
and he loved using his curled up tongue, to see Mark's breathing become
labored. It was the ultimate turn on, and he had always been known for
his fellatio skills. Now he had to step up his game, and soon these two
were kissing, with Kevin feeling his cock being touched.

It felt so damn good. The underwear being pulled off of him. His rear end
grabbed by Marks Vice grip hands. Oh they were so warm, and the heat
between these two was as awarding as a mirage of water in the desert
would be. Yet this didn't vanish, and soon Kevin cried out in joy, as he
felt Marks mouth and tongue working on his organ. Oh yes this baptismal
blowjob was so welcomed, and his back arched as he watched his clean
shaven package disappear in Marks mouth. His lips slurped him up like a
vacuum, and oh when Mark started to edge him, he squealed in delight. Hot
lights seemed to be on the room, as now Mark was giving him head, rimming
him, and the finger started to move in. It felt incredible, as it
methodically moved further inside him followed by another digit.

Two became one as they engaged in 69. Oh the mutual satisfaction, slobber
on cocks, and pulsating body heat was so much. If the bed could rate the
performance, a 10 on all parts of this sexual awakening. Both men had
been pent up so long, as the feeling of it being new, was almost
occurring as the voltage was through readable levels. They were so hard,
primed, and desiring each other. So much stress, and traveling Zaire, had
made them both yearn for each other primal. Each hormone, nerve, and
setting was a go for the lust and ravenous activity going on here. As
they kissed, and their cocks rubbed together, Kevin looked at Mark with
sparkling eyes and said "I want you to fuck me now!" It was an intense
desire, and Mark was happy to comply, as it wasn't as if he was going to
wait for a permission slip.

Lube on his ass, Kevin felt Mark fingering him to waves of warm pleasure.
He also sensed that big thick stump close by, and while ready and so
desiring to be stretched, there was some trepidation. After more
fingering and lubing, he grabbed the headboard to be taken from behind.
Ass up in the air, Mark inserted his screamingly hard penis inside one
inch at a time. There was that popping sound, and Kevin couldn't breathe
for a few seconds, as the size alone seemed to cut him up. The amount of
sheer pressure went throughout his spine, and despite Mark being gentle,
he was in a world of hurt that started to finally ebb into pleasure.

It felt amazing to have that big rock hard penis in him, to hear Mark
grunt, to feel those hands on his waist. He felt his g spot being touched
by his partner, and that pulsating penis just slid by with authority and
assertiveness. Clicking noises, and sweat were all over Kevin, and Mark
groaned in pleasure as the ass he was fucking might as well have been the
hope Diamond. So tight, wet, hot, and he gently tugged on his lovers
balls to hear him moaning as he plugged away like a largemouth bass on a
lure. Sliding back and forth the warmth from his cock was all over him.
Kevin was smiling as he just felt an adrenaline rush words can't
describe, as Marks penis slid into him like a stick of hot butter filling
him up and stretching his nerve laden rear.

They continued to make love from the side position, Mark was such a damn
good spoon, as they kissed passionately. Kevin looked down to see his ass
full of that big cock, and this visual experience made his eyes reel back
in ecstasy. He touched them and was rewarded with a beaming smile, and
Mark kissing him with even more desire. Like perfect notes on a piano
they made love, and the bed creaked with their motions in unison. Soon
Kevin was on top of Mark, running his fingers through his chest. It was a
view to be loved and desired, and as they kissed, Kevin came all over the
place. The orgasm was so strong, as he bucked like a bronco, and the
kissing continued along with the probing.

That orgasm was on every conceivable level, and now he still enjoyed
hopping up and down Marks penis. They were connected. Two were one. Sweat
and the smell of their pheromones, and the feeling of Marks sex inside
him felt incredible. It was hard to open his eyes, as Mark felt as if, he
had access to narcotics with the sensation of him pushing further into
Kevin. Their lips touching, hands holding, the ocean of pressure from
down below was moving upwards. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum,
I'm cumming!" Screaming. Bliss. Pleasure. Every happy emotion across
the spectrum, as his penis exploded what could only be gallons of sperm
into Kevin. He smiled as the liquid was shot inside him with ferocity and
speed he had never felt the likes of before.

Lying in the bed, both breathing heavily, with hearts racing. Mark and
Kevin kissed each other, and cuddled up together with their radiant heat.
Clothes everywhere and the bedspread ruffled, this was needed for the
both of them. What an amazing feeling. Far away from the hell they had
been experiencing for months, they smiled holding on to each other,
knowing that even in chaos something beautiful had blossomed on the
African continent. Good conversation, romance, and pure sexual pleasure
was on the menu for the week and well deserved for these two guys.