Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2005 15:01:37 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hospital Operation

Hospital Operation - Before, During and After
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)
All emails responded to.

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This is a true story that happened in the Summer and Autumn of 1978.
I hope you enjoy my memories.  If you enjoy my writing, I am now listed in
the Authors or Prolific Authors section. 
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I had just turned 25 when all this started.  I had purchased a small
business, a "kitchen" in one of the busiest gay bars in the city.
Basically it was just a "short order" menu, but I added some Daily Specials
and was able to increase sales to the neighborhood businesses on a Take-Out
basis.  It was long hours, because I was my only employee .. but I loved
it.  I got to meet and flirt with a multitude of interesting guys.  I was
still young ... and had the body and looks a lot of guys appreciated.

I was still lifting weights regularly.  I was the same 6' tall that I had
been since I was 13.  Hazel eyes, brown hair and moustache, and covered
head to toe and back to front with dark hair.  And I still had what I have
always considered my small dick ... cut, about 2 inches soft and a little
under 6" when hard.  Most people said I was "cute".  I wished they called
me a "hunk" ... but I was terminally "cute".  In those years I weighed in
at a solid 200 lbs (until after the surgery when I jumped up to 215 lbs)
... and I had a 56" chest with a 36"waist.  Bulging biceps and thighs
... and well sculpted chest and abdomen.

I had always been sort of a "medical anomaly" to my family doctor growing
up.  I never felt pain when I should have been feeling it, which caused my
doctor to caution me when I moved away that if I ever did feel pain ... get
myself to an emergency room.  Most times in the past, instead of
experiencing pain I would just get a kind of little voice sounding off in
my head telling me "something isn't right".  At those times in the past, I
had been able to at least give the family doctor at least a hint of where
the problem might be.

In June of '78, I went to my doctor I had in the city but only had that
"something isn't right" voice ... and no idea why.  My family doctor back
home had written a letter to my city doctor explaining the way I had always
been ... since birth.  But without being able to give my city doctor a clue
as to where to start looking ... he was stumped.

"Well, without you being able to give me a hint as to where to start
looking ... my hands are kind of tied." my city doctor had said "But to be
on the safe side, I am going to give you a complete physical and we will
take some vials of blood ... and take things from there."

So I stripped down to my white briefs and hopped up on the examination
table.

My city doctor was fairly young, I guess.  Maybe about early 30's, rather
short at about 5'5" ... and what I would call kind of "short and stubby".
He seemed to be athletic but was built very thick ... top to bottom.  Like
a shoe box is the best comparison I can make.  I would lay odds his
shoulders were as wide as his waist and hips.  You get the picture.  And he
definitely wasn't what I would call good looking.  But, I trusted him as my
doctor and he treated me well ... and that was the main thing.

Anyway, my doctor checked out the usual things ... reflexes, blood
pressure, temperature, looked into my eyes and ears.  Then had me lay down
on the table so he could check my lymph nodes and glands.  He got down to
my waist, grabbed the top of my briefs and asked me to lift up .. then he
slipped my briefs down and off.  He had seen me naked before so I wasn't
really embarrassed with him about my abundant hair or my small dick.  He
checked my cock and balls .. and checked for a hernia.  Then he asked me to
roll away from him.  When I heard him snap a latex glove on his hand ... I
knew what was coming.  He lubed his finger and put a dollop on my asshole
... and then slowly ran his finger around it and slowly worked his finger
in.  He slipped his finger in and out a few times before he centered on my
prostate and rubbed it a few times.  My dick shot up to full hard in
seconds.  I wasn't worried about that either ... it happened every time he
gave me a prostate exam.  Then he did something he had never done before.
With his finger still up my butt, he reached over my hip and grabbed my
hard cock and gave it a few solid strokes ... and immediately clear precum
started oozing from my cockhead.  I moaned as his dick stroking hand
smeared the precum around my dick head and down my shaft.

"Well, everything seems to be working just fine" he quipped as he released
my cock and removed his finger from my butt.  Dang it, he could be a tease
at times ... but I was sure he was totally straight.  He got some tissues
and cleaned up my butt real good and then told me I could dress.  Yeah
right, I might have a small dick but it still made a tent in my trousers
when provoked.  Thanks doctor.

When I was dressed, he restated that I "seemed" to be fine but maybe the
bloodwork would show something.  As I left his office, he reminded me that
if I could narrow things down to a specific area ... or if I started
feeling pain ... either come see him immediately or get myself to an
emergency room.

Things went on pretty much as normal for the next couple months.  There
were customers to my kitchen that flirted with me, or made blatant passes
... and I admit I dallied with a few of them.  I was still very much into
"one night stands" back then, but that was OK because most of the other
guys were too.  Then one night this guy came into the bar.

He was taller than me by a couple inches, and a slighter build.  He was
timid at first, but as the night wore on and we chatted between customers,
he grew more bold and opened up to me.  He had just gotten out of prison,
for petty theft or something.  During an especially long period where I had
no customers, I invited him back into the kitchen to sit down with me.  He
was coming across as a really nice guy who just got a few rotten breaks in
his life.  When he came back into the kitchen I got my first look at him
top to toes, and my mouth had started watering.  After a time, I pulled him
to me and we kissed ... my hands wandering under his loose t-shirt to
discover a very nicely build totally smooth body ... which sent me into
total lust.  I was going to take this man home with me that night, whether
he knew it yet or not.  I let my hands wander down to his jeans and found
just the kind of nicely shaped butt I liked to dive my mouth into ... and
he pressed a nicely sized crotch into mine as we swapped spit during out
kisses.

I took him back to my modest apartment after the bar closed.  Talk about an
exaggeration.  Modest apartment.  I had one room with an attached bath.
The one room, although large, had a living area, a kitchen area ... and an
area where my bed was.  And it was on the third floor of a house.  I chose
to live frugally for the time being, banking as much cash as I could
because I was working towards buying a house north of the city.  It was
enough for me, and didn't seem to bother anyone I chose to share it with
for a night or two.

We were no sooner in the door than my companion stripped off completely and
laid down on the bed ... face down.  I stripped off and immediately dove
into that wonderful butt of his ... kissing his ass cheeks and licking from
the top of his crack down to the back of his balls.  Soon, he had his butt
in the air, pushing back and forth on my probing tongue and I ate his ass
as deep as I could while he moaned, groaned and whimpered into the pillow
he was holding under his head.

"I am getting close" he said, and I flipped him over and dove down on his
hard cut 6.5 inches of perfectly proportioned man meat.

I went wild on his hard cock as one hand fondled his full balls and the
fingers from my other hand found their way up his butt.  Not have a dozen
strokes of my hot wet mouth and he was shooting his load down my throat.  I
sucked down all he would give me, and then as his climax started to slow, I
rammed his prostate with my fingers forcing him to give up a few more good
blasts that I took my time savoring in my mouth before swallowing.  As his
cock softened, he pushed me onto my back across the end of the bed and took
my hard oozing cock into his mouth.  He played with my tits with one hand
and my balls with the other as he bobbed up and down on my hardness.  I
grabbed his head and held it to my crotch when I started to cum and my back
and butt arced off the bed.  Shot after shot went right down his throat
... and he was sucking me like a starving man.  Finally, despite what his
tongue and lips continued to do to my cock, it softened and I released his
head from my grasp.  Then we laid together, him spooning himself up behind
me and we drifted off to a welcome sleep.

I don't know how many hours later it was, not too many because it was still
dark, I woke up feeling pain in my chest.  I had never had indigestion, but
I thought that is what the pain was.  I got out of bed without disturbing
him and tried to walk it off.  It wasn't helping, so I walked nude out to
my makeshift balcony and sat in the chair out there thinking the cool night
air might help.  It didn't.  I then dressed and walked the half block to
the 24 hour convenience store and stocked up on Tums, Rolaids, Alka Selzer
and Bromo Selzer ... went home and tried them all.  Nothing helped.
Finally it was 6 AM and the time my guest wanted to get up.

He got cleaned up and dressed.  He hadn't found a job yet, so I gave him
the name and address of a place I knew was looking for manual laborers and
that paid well.  I also gave him a note to give to the guy that did the
hiring there that I knew.  A hug and a kiss ... and he was off.  As it
turned out, unfortunately, I never saw him again.

I was, by that time, in more pain that I had been when I woke up and
decided I better get myself to an emergency room, the closest being a
couple blocks away, luckily.  By the time I got there, each step was
absolute torture.  It felt like my insides were being ripped out with every
step I took.  I explained what had been happening for the previous few
hours, what I had tried in the hopes it would help.  A gurney was brought
right out and I was told to lay down on it before I fell down.  I guess I
looked as bad as I felt.  They immediately wheeled me into an area and
pulled the curtain all the way around us.  Another nurse came rushing in
with a trolley with a little machine on it and without any help from me, my
shirt, pants, socks and shoes were suddenly gone.  I just had my briefs on
and they covered me to my waist with a sheet.  Then they proceeded to stick
all these things to my chest and turned on the machine.  A bunch of
commotion later and a couple doctors came rushing behind the curtain
... and then one told me to open my mouth and he put a capsule of some sort
under my tongue and asked me to hold it there with my tongue until it
dissolved.  A few short minutes later, the pain and congestion in my chest
started easing.

No one was explaining anything to me ... despite me asking questions.  The
only pill I knew of that had to dissolve under the tongue was Nitroglycerin
and that was for angina attacks ... I had a couple uncles with angina and
that's the only reason I knew about that pill.  Next thing I know I am
being whisked down some hallways and into a room where they took some
x-rays.  Then a few minutes later I was being wheeled into another room and
the did an ultrasound on my abdomen.  Then I was taken back to the
emergency room, back behind the curtains I started out from.

A few minutes later, no less than 6 doctors came behind the curtain and
they each took their turn examining me ... each seeming to have a specific
area of me they needed to examine.  The one female doctor in the group, of
course, had to be the one to check my prostate.  Damn, women doctors have
no idea how to examine a guys prostate.  She just jammed her finger up
there ... and although I had had hard cocks shoved up my butt for years
... her finger damned well hurt.  Big time.

Finally, the doctor who seemed to be coordinating things started talking to
me ... explaining what had been and was going on.  Just as he started
talking, one of the other doctors surprised me with an injection in the
opposite arm from where the talking doctor was standing.  As I started
"floating", the doctor explained the injection was Demerol, to help with
the pain.  The wouldn't listen when I told them since the Nitro capsule, I
was feeling no pain.  Anyway, apparently, my gall bladder was so full of
stones it just read as a solid mass on the x-rays and the ultrasound.  It
was so distended that it was pressing against the stomach and the stomach
was pressing against the heart thereby not permitting the heart to work
right ... which was the pain in the chest I was feeling.

They told me I could not leave the hospital until after they removed my
gall bladder ... and before they could do that they had to pump me full of
antibiotics in the hopes of reducing the swelling of the gall bladder.  The
doctor said if they tried to operate right then, that the gall bladder
would likely explode when they open me up and then we would be battling
peritonitis too.  So I bowed to their experience and agreed to their
treatment plan.

My mother and step-father were to visit me that day from my hometown so I
asked to use a phone to tell them not to come.  I was given a phone and got
my mother on the phone.  By that time the Demerol was working on me full
strength and I was higher than the proverbial kite.  I explained that I was
in the hospital and what was happening, told them which hospital I was in,
and that they may as well stay home because I didn't know what was going to
be happening for the rest of the day.

I don't remember even hanging up the phone ... I guess the Demerol put me
to sleep.  Next thing I know I am waking up in a hospital room.  I looked
down at my arms and I had two tubes running into each arm and when I looked
up at each side of the bed ... sure enough they had two bags of stuff
running through these tubes.  Then I slowly focused on the room and I saw
there were two other beds in the room and each had a guy in it with a leg
wrapped up and suspended in mid-air by ropes and pulleys.

"Welcome to the land of the living" the guy across from he said.

"How long have I been here" I asked

"Near as I can figure, 2 hours more or less.  By the way, my name is Jim,
and that guy in the bed beside you is Tony. Guess we are going to be
roommates for a while"

"Hi Jim" and then turning my head to look at the guy in the bed beside me,
I said "Hi Tony ... nice meeting you both.  My name is Peter"

Jim looked to be in his mid-twenties ... about my age.  Light brown hair
and eyes and "movie star" smile framed with nicely shaped full lips.  Tony
looked to be a couple years younger with dark brown hair and bright blue
eyes.  Both men sported better than average medium builds and obviously
well muscled legs with a dusting of hair.  Their chests, from what I could
see, were mostly hairless, with Tony displaying part of a treasure trail
starting at his navel and quickly disappearing under his bed sheet.

"So ... tell us ... what's all the fuss surrounding you about?" asked Jim
"The nurses and doctors have been running in and out, checking this,
adjusting that. Oh ... and just so you know ... they've left you naked
under that sheet, so if you are shy just don't go bolting out of bed
suddenly." he said with a grin

"Yeah" said Tony, speaking for the first time. "I guess they thought Jim
and I were sleeping because they didn't pull the curtain around when they
were examining you and took off your underwear.  You certainly are a hairy
fucker aren't you."

I could feel myself blushing.  "Yeah well, I've been this hairy since I was
12.  Not much I can do about it." I said a bit self consciously.

"You still haven't told us ... What are you in for?" Jim said, making it
sound we all were serving prison sentences.

"Something to do with my gall bladder.  They said they have to get the
swelling down before they can operate otherwise the thing is going to
explode as soon as they open me up."

"Geez ... Really?" asked Tony, and then continued "that's a real bummer.
Jim and I are in here for the same thing.  We both had our knees operated
on.  Jim is a pro soccer player, I am in the minor leagues baseball
... hoping to advance to the majors." he said with a wistful smile.  After
a short pause, Tony continued "we both should be out of here in about 3
weeks apparently.  And then Rehab ... so each of us are basically done for
the rest of this season."  That certainly explained their conditioned
bodies.

"That's too bad" I said "I am sorry to hear that.  But you both should be
good as new for next season."

"Here's hoping" Jim said as he lifted a glass of water to his lips.  I
looked over and Tony had raised his glass of water in a toast and drank
from his as well.

I had a growing need to piss and as I looked around me I saw a robe laid
across the end of my bed.  Nature's need was becoming urgent as I grabbed
the robe, threw back the sheet and started to maneuver the intravenous pole
on one side of the bed, down the side and across the bottom of the bed so
both poles were on the same side.  Then throwing what little modesty I had
left aside, I stood up and folding the robe in half over the waist belt, I
then knotted the belt around my waist.  I was a bit shaky on my feet, but
using the IV poles I got myself to the bathroom just barely in time.

I returned to my bed and put things back the way they were.  It was only
then that I realised how hot it was in the room.

"Geez ... is it always this hot in here?  I thought there was air
conditioning here."

"Oh, there is air conditioning" Jim said with a bit smile "it just doesn't
work too well in this wing.  Why do you think we are dressed the way we are
dressed?"

It was only then that I fully realised both of my roommates were bare
chested with their sheets only pulled across their midsections.  Looking
across at Jim, I further noticed most of his legs up to his thighs were
bare as well.  As I settled back onto my pillow, I realised I had a perfect
view under his sheet and I could see his balls in a relaxed sack hanging
between his legs with a flaccid uncut dick laying down over top of them
framed by a subtle bit of hair..

I glanced up and saw that Jim had caught me checking him out, and he laid
there with one arm behind his head, still with that big grin.

"Since we saw you in your all together for quite a while earlier, I figured
there was little point in covering up.  Actually, Tony and I both have been
free balling it since this heat wave started a few days ago.  It wasn't a
problem until you moved in.  I couldn't scope out Tony's equipment and he
couldn't see mine ... but with you directly across from me I guess you get
an unobstructed view.  Hope you don't mind, but its too hot to be proper."

"It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you.  I might even join you in
your 'stay cool technique' ... so you will get equal time with a view of
me."

"Yeah ... but even with you spreadeagled for a while on your bed, neither
of us could see much.  You have a way of hiding everything in all that hair
you have?"  Jim jokingly asked

"Well ... I am not very well endowed.  So when there is no action around,
everything does kind of hide I guess.  But it gets almost big enough when
it wants to come out to play" I said, equally as jokingly, but I could feel
myself blushing all the same.

Just then a nurse came into the room in a rush.  "Oh ... so you are awake
Peter.  How do you feel?"

"I am still a bit groggy and still have a bit of pain in my chest ... but
not too bad considering"

"Well, I have another shot of Demerol for you ... so that pain should go
away again in a few minutes."

"I would rather pass on the shot if I can ... I don't like how it knocks
the heck out of me.  The pain isn't that bad and the way it feels it might
ease on its own in a few more hours."

"Your gall bladder pain is not going to go away until you have it taken
out" she said

"It doesn't feel like it is gall bladder pain, at least it isn't where the
doctors showed me where my gall bladder is.  I wouldn't be surprised if its
a left over from what my heart was doing when I came in."

"Well, I will hold off on the Demerol but I will make a note on your chart
... and anytime you feel you want the shot just ring for a nurse."

"Okay, thanks.  Ummmm ... sorry to bother you, but could I maybe get a
water jug and a glass?"

"Sorry ... it looks like we forgot to set you up fully here.  We didn't
even set out the urinal and bedpan for you.  I will take care of all that
right now."

"He won't need the urinal or bedpan" Tony piped in "he can keep doing what
he just did.  Got himself to the washroom.  He is the envy of the room"

The nurse whipped around and absolutely glared at me.

"You are not to be out of bed, especially not alone.  You are not to unduly
strain yourself in anyway."

"If I am not to strain myself then I better keep on using the bathroom
because trying to balance on a bedpan is going to strain me more than
walking to the can." I retorted.

"Well" she huffed "we will see what your doctor has to say about that."
Then promptly left the room, only to return a few minutes later with my
water jug and glass.  As well, she had somewhere found a poncho type of
gown that when I needed to get up to use the washroom, I could slip it over
my head and it had a cord like belt that I could just cinch around my
waist.  My sides would be completely bare ... but at least I would be
presentable when getting myself to and from the bathroom.  I wasn't
concerned about Jim and Tony too much, but the room door stood open, so I
didn't want to be running around naked with strangers walking by all the
time.

Jim, Tony and I started chatting, learning more about each other and
getting to know each others personalities a bit.  After all, it sounded
like we were going to be roommates for a couple weeks yet.  Jim was married
with a couple kids.  He was not from the area but travelled here for his
knee operation because the surgeon here was classed as the best.  Tony was
single, but had been living with the same girl for a number of years, no
kids.  Like Jim, Tony was not from around the city and came here to have
his knee done at that hospital because of the surgeon.  Neither guy knew
anyone around there, so they never had visitors and so found the days
getting rather long as they were running out of things to talk about.  I
was the new face, so we talked constantly and the day passed quickly.

By the next day, friends of mine had started hearing about me being in
hospital, mostly via the friend I was paying to run the kitchen while I was
in there.  So friends started coming in to visit.  Some straight, some gay
but you would never know it, and some that were the obvious "stereotypical"
gays everyone associated with being gay back in those days.  I hadn't
volunteered the fact that I was gay before, so the inevitable question came
during dinner on that second evening.

Tony asked "Are you gay, Peter?"

Both Tony and Jim stopped eating for the moment as I said between mouthfuls
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am.  Does that bother either of you two?  You
want me to see if they can put me in another room?"

Tony said quickly "No, it doesn't bother me.  I was just wondering."

Then Jim spoke up "Hell no ... no problem for me either.  Like Tony, I was
just curious too."

Then Tony continued "You sure don't look like any gay guy that I have
known.  You have a fantastic build ... and all that hair.  I had thought
you were the straightest guy on the planet.  I've been waiting for the
girls to start arriving, but there just seemed to be that unending line of
guys" he said with a smile.

"What can I say?  I am a popular guy" I said with a chuckle.

"Popular because of what you do in bed?  Or popular because of what you do
out of it?"  Jim asked with an evil grin and a chuckle.  Tony just about
choked on a fork full of food ... and then looked at me with his own
curiousity piqued no doubt wondering how I would respond.

"Both ... I guess.  But since you guys are both straight ... I guess you
will never know for sure" I laughed.

The subject was dropped and we continued with our meals and easy chatter.
The trays were taken away and we each settled back in our beds, still
trying to keep a little cool in the heat.  Our sheets covering only our
midsections.  As we continued talking, I glanced at the view of Jim's
jewels under the towel.  I still kept up my end of the conversation, but
with Jim's one leg held up and out by the ropes & pulleys and his other leg
splayed out to the other side of the bed ... the view presented was too
much for a gay guy not to notice.  Suddenly, Jim's lazing cock twitched a
couple times very noticeably and I looked up to his face.  He was still
chatting, but he had this huge grin on his face and he was looking right
into my eyes.  He had caught me looking and did the cock twitch on purpose.
As I quickly blushed, he once again moved his one arm to behind his head
and continued to look at me.  I guess he didn't mind showing himself to me,
he just wanted me to know that he knew I was looking.

I hadn't yet been able to check out what Tony had hidden.  The only way I
could have would be to bend over low as I passed his bed on my way to the
washroom ... and I was too shy to be that blatant.  Not too awful long
after dinner, Tony dropped off to sleep and started a light snoring.  I
found it strange that it only seemed to be during his after dinner nap that
he snored.  Thankfully never at night.  But because of his nap, he
sometimes found it difficult to go to sleep early for the night and would
end up reading for a few hours after Jim and I went to sleep.

I had to use the washroom again, so I got the two IV poles on the same side
of the bed again ... put on my poncho type gown and tied it ... and went to
take care of business.  When I came out of the bathroom, I did not want to
immediately get back into bed so I decided to satisfy my curiousity and
walk down to look out the one window in the room.  It was just the other
side of Jim's bed and was about chest high on me.  The only thing any of us
could see from our beds through it was the sky .. so all of us were a
little curious what exactly it looked out over.  Jim watched me walk over
and peer out the window.

"What do you see?" Jim queried

I stood up on my toes as best I could using the IV poles to steady me "It
looks like we just look out into an inner courtyard or something.  It looks
like the hospital is on all 4 sides.  It looks like there is a tree down
there in the middle and I think the rest is grass.  I don't see any chairs
or tables ... it doesn't look like anyone actually uses it"

"So Tony and I aren't missing anything by not being able to see out it
ourselves then."

"I'd say no."

I suddenly froze there, quiet, when I felt a hand start at my knee and move
its way up to my thigh.  I glanced over at Tony, but he was still snoring
softly.  I looked down at Jim ... and he still had this grin on his face
looking right back at me.

"Move a bit closer.  You have me curious about what exactly you are keeping
hidden in all that hair."

Without a word, I moved closer and his hand immediately moved over to
caress my balls which were always snuggled up tight to my body ... and then
Jim's palm grazed over my 2" soft cock.  When he found it ... he used his
fingers to bring my dick quickly to a full erection ... and then he slowly
started jacking it.

"Not bad" Jim said "this is what has all those guys hurrying in to see
you?"  He asked while giving my hard dick a gentle shake.

"Well" I whispered "that, and a hot mouth and tight butt" I said with a
silent chuckle.

Jim didn't seem in too much of a hurry to let my cock go, so when I saw a
movement under his bed sheet, I reached down, rubbed against his hard
abdominals as my hand reached under the sheet to inspect his own baby
making equipment.  The sheet caught on my wrist and was dragged down
exposing his crotch to my curious eyes and wandering fingers.  Jim groaned
softly as I grabbed his hardening cock and skinned down his cock sock.  He
cockhead was wet and I ran my fingers around it and down his shaft.  He
hunched up his hips, fucking his hot 7" hard cock into my hand ... but then
grimaced in pain as pressure was suddenly put on his freshly repaired knee.
His cock started softening due to the pain but as he settled back flat
... my strokes brought him to full hard again.  While he continued to
stroke me, I got into a determine rhythm.  From the feel of his throbbing
cock and the way his balls were pulling up tight to the base of his dick, I
knew he would be shooting with but a few more good strokes.  The next thing
I know, his hand clamps down hard on my own hard cock shaft, as he shoots
one large thick glob of cum that lands in his navel and then he just oozed
masses of cum that thickly ran down my jerking hand to settle in his pubic
hair.  As his climax eased, so did his grip on my still hard cock and he
started again with his slow jacking of me.  I told him he better stop
because I had no place I could shoot off that I could clean after.
Shooting off on the floor would be an option but I couldn't squat down or
bend down to wipe it up after.

Suddenly Jim pulls me by my dick so I am facing the bed.

"Shoot off on me.  I am all gunked up anyway and I can clean up your spunk
and mine at the same time, no problem."

So as I play with Jim's balls and about 5" soft cock with one hand, and
caress his strong chest and abs with my other ... he sets in to jerk me off
in record time.  With not having had cum in almost two days when I was used
to at least 2 or 3 times a day ... I knew it wouldn't take me long either.
Especially with Jim's talented hand.  He may have been straight, but he was
no stranger to jacking off another guys dick.  While he jacked me with one
hand, he spit on the fingers of his other and moved them quickly between my
legs to my butt hole.  I spread my legs to give him better access as he
lubed my tight pucker with his spit .. and then he unceremoniously jammed
his slender index finger right in and started torturing my prostate.  I
tensed immediately and in a strangled voice told him I was cumming.  He
pointed my dick at his abdomen, but he wasn't prepared for the force of my
climax or its volume.  The first shot landed past him, soaking into the
bottom sheet.  He repositioned my cock and the next 6 or 7 volleys landed
on him ... some on his abs, some landing and mingling with his in his pubic
hair .. and everywhere in between.  Jim looked at my cock shooting off and
then would look up at my face with a kind of look of wonder and then back
down at my cock again as I continued to spew.  His finger in my butt kind
of jerked against my prostate again and another few blasts of cum shot out
of my dick.  My dick softened quickly and immediately started wanting to
hide in my pubic hair again.  Jim chuckled at it as I continued my
exploration of his soft cock and relaxed balls.  His foreskin was again
hugging his cock head like a turtle neck sweater.  I found it fascinating
because I had encountered so few uncut cocks.  But we had to put our toys
away and get Jim cleaned up before Tony woke up or worse ... the nurse
walked in.  I took his facecloth into the bathroom and soaped it up with
warm water.  It took me 3 trips before Jim had himself cleaned up.  Two for
soap ... one for a rinse ... and then I rinsed out the cloth one final time
as Jim dried himself with his towel.

"I think you should make a nightly trip over here to look out the window
from now on" Jim said, again with his huge grin and a wink.

"I think maybe I should too" I said with my own grin.  "I think it just
might improve our moods"

"Too bad I won't be able to check out your other attributes that all those
guys find so fascinating"

"Don't go writing off the chances of that yet.  You never know when
opportunity might knock" I said as I made my way back to my own bed.

I had only been settled back into my bed a few minutes when Tony gave a
loud snore and a coughing snort and woke up.  We continued talking until 11
PM when Jim and I decided to call it a night.  Tony turned on his reading
lamp and began reading his book again ... as Jim and I drifted off ... each
having run our hands under our sheets so the other could see and groped
ourselves for the others benefit and then we smiled our good nights.

Stay tuned for Part 2