I turned on my computer and started reading emails...
James Ford, PhD <james.a.ford@mercyhospital.> >Eric Nice <e.nice@comtech.> >Monday, May 28, 2012 3:24 AM >Live-in caregiver position
Eric,
I have a patient who I believe would greatly benefit from your services. You will have access to his file, of course, but the basics follow:
21 y/o male in excellent physical condition. 4-wheeler accident (hit a tree). Both legs broken/casted; both arms in casts, also. No internal injuries, no concussive or head trauma. Fully responsive and is dealing well with pain.
He is going to need at least 12-15 weeks to heal and some therapy afterward. We're probably looking at a 6-8 month plan.
I have been in touch with his parents who are in Europe for the summer, but live in Manhattan otherwise. Caregiving cost is not a problem. Patient lives alone. I think your therapy would be great for his recovery. He needs to be discharged tomorrow, so please call me asap. I do hope you're available.
Thanks.
Dr. James Ford Chief Resident Mercy Community Hospital
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I noticed the time stamp. I've known Dr. Ford for years, so to see the time he sent the email wasn't unusual. I read the email over my morning coffee before going to the gym at 5:15 am. With my job and schedule, I couldn't afford to miss the gym very often. Plus, I've spent a lot of time keeping my 6' frame at a trim, muscular 190 pounds. I was looking forward to the deadlifts today.
I called Dr. Ford at 8:30 and made arrangements to meet him and his young patient in a few hours.
When I got to Mercy, Dr. Ford was busy with his rounds. Sarah, the nurse at the desk who has been trying to score a date with me for at least 2 years, gave me the chart - "Addington, Jacob C." I reviewed the paperwork, but figured if anything remarkable or exciting was in there the Doc would have given me a heads-up.
"Eric, you made it," James said as he walked down the hall. He gave me a one-armed hug and took me by the arm. "I've arranged your usual fee with the family," he said. "I hope that hasn't changed?"
"It hasn't, Doctor - thank you."
"Well, I think it's a good start. As I said, discharge tomorrow, but I figured you might need a day to get things together anyway." He stopped at the door to 318C - "So - let's meet Jake," he said as he opened the door.
The room was bright, as most hospital rooms are at 10:45 in the morning. The TV was off and Jake was sitting up in bed reading a magazine. I was first stunned by how good-looking he is... tan, broad shoulders, neat brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. I glanced down at the chart - 21 years old, 6'1", 187# - this guy was lean and muscular, too.
I smiled and entered.
"Jake," Dr. Ford started, "this is Eric Nice, the Doctor I told you about."
Jake smiled, "Nice to meet you." He extended his arm, but realized that his hand was in a cast and smiled. His voice was deep and husky... masculine, but gentle.
"You too," I said. "So, I've looked at your chart a bit. Let me tell you a little about me and what I think we can do for you."
I moved closer to the bed and left Dr. Ford behind me.
"Obviously, you're going to need some help with things. Yes - I'm a doctor - but I found that helping people heal after situations like yours is really where I want to spend my time, so that's why I do what I do. I'm not a live-in maid - my job is to help you get better through physical therapy, massage, exercise, etc. You're kinda' in a bad spot with both legs and arms all tangled-up, so I'll help you with other things, too. Dr. Ford believes this will be a lengthy term - probably 6 months, but I'm up for it if you are. Do you have any questions for me?"
Jake shook his head. "Not really," he said. "I talked to my dad yesterday. He sent a package for you to the Westchester Bank on 33rd Street. Do you know where that is?"
I nodded. "What's in the package?"
"I think they were sending a key and were setting up a couple of accounts for you - well, one to pay you from and one for any expenses I have while you're there."
"Oh - ok... well, I'll call your folks to introduce myself and..." - looking back at Dr. Ford - "...is there any reason why he can't be discharged today?" I asked.
"No reason at all. I figured you might need a day to get things together if you were even available."
"Jake," I said turning back to my new client, "give me a couple of hours to get things together. I'll get groceries so I won't be running around the first day we get you home. Is there anything you like or don't like to eat?" I asked. "Oh - and I'm a great cook."
"Nah," he answered. "I eat anything. I can have beer right?"
"You can have some as long as you're not taking pain killers."
"Good - then I'll be drinking beer!" he laughed.
"What beer do you like?" I figured I should get him his favorites.
"None of the 'piss' stuff," he answered. "Yuingling, Guinness, Sam Adams seasonals are good, Modelo, any other stouts or darks you know of. Just no Budweisers or IPA's."
"Ok - same stuff I drink," I said, "so that's easy."
I gave him a fist-bump and left to run the errands I had. I looked at my watch... 10:10. Dr. Ford said it would be 1:00 before he would be ready for discharge, so I had a few hours of running around to do.
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I got to the hospital at 12:30 to find Jake finishing his lunch.
"I got you some clothes," I said as I entered. "Nothing fancy... just shorts and a t-shirt, but we've got a lot of stuff to work around," I said as I motioned to his casts.
"Yeah, I'm pretty messed-up," he replied.
I kinda' felt sorry for the kid. "You play any sports?" I asked as I helped him with the t-shirt.
"Yeah... football and IM soccer."
I nodded... "keeps you in good shape, huh? Ok - let's get your legs over the side of the bed and get your shorts on." I looked back and remembered the door was slightly open and moved to the other side of the bed. "Actually, let's do it this way so you're not fully exposed."
He laughed.
I knelt down on the other side of the bed as he pulled the hospital gown away and was face to... well, staring right at a plump 21 year-old, gorgeous cut cock. I didn't look up, but grabbed his right foot and put his boxers on one foot, then the other and did the same with his soccer shorts.
"Ok," I said, "you're going to need to lean into me so we can get your shorts up." As he did, his dangling cock brushed against my ear. I moved my head to the side because I didn't want to be unprofessional, but - holy shit - I felt a very familiar tingling in my own cock right about then.
"Sorry," he said and laughed. I laughed too and hiked his shorts up to his waist.
"No problem," I said. Afterall, it wasn't a problem.
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I got him in the car, got the seat belt situated around all his casts and headed for his house.
He started talking first. "So, I've been texting my friends. They want to come over later... that ok?"
"Yeah - no problem," I said. "So, what the hell happened to you? You're beat-up pretty bad."
He chuckled. "This tree just came out of nowhere. I don't even know what I hit, but I felt it all over... and I've played football all my life - never felt a hit like that."
"Damn, how's the bike?"
"That's just it... the ATV is fine - barely a scratch. I was wearing a helmet, though. Doc said it saved my life."
"You're a walking poster for helmet safety," I said, laughing.
He laughed.
"So, what time are your friends coming over?" I looked at the dashboard clock... 1:18 - we'd be to his house by 1:40.
"No big plans, but they talked about bringing pizzas, so I'm guessing around 5 or 6. There's a game on we want to watch, but it doesn't start until 8."
"Ok - well, I'm just here to help you heal. You know how it is... your body's been through a lot and it's going to need rest to heal." He looked at me like I was lecturing, so I continued, "I'm not giving you a lecture... just trying to do my job. So, if you're feeling worn out or something feel free to blame it on me and I'll get everyone out of the house, ok?"
"Ok," he said... then, he cleared his throat - "ummm, I haven't had a shower in two days. I guess you're going to help me with that, right?"
"Yeah - the waterproof casts are awesome, so we won't need plastic bags all over you." We both laughed. "Here's my rough outline for the next few days," I said. "We've got some therapy to do - nothing crazy, but I want to make sure we're stretching to keep your joints and muscles loose. I'll give you massages at least once a day - different areas - but that will help your muscles relax as your bones heal. You'll probably sleep more than normal, but if you don't, no big deal... it's not like you'll be running around or anything."
He nodded the whole time I was talking, but was looking out the window as we passed a horse pasture. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and saw the distinct outline of his cock hanging down the leg of his shorts... damn, it was a good 5 inches soft.
He didn't say anything, so I kept talking... "when we get to your house I'll get your stuff in and - are you hungry at all?" I knew he just ate, but...
"Actually, I am," he said turning to look at me. "Athletes..." he shrugged.
"Ok - I'll make you a sandwich. Then, we'll get you a shower - cuz you stink!" He looked at me and I winked. He smiled.
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I had a wheelchair waiting in the garage... with both legs and both arms in casts he really couldn't use crutches yet. I'd brought a makeshift ramp for the garage door into the house, so it was actually easy to get him inside. He said he liked "Dagwood" sandwiches - lots of different meats piled high with veggies and stuff.
"Oh my god, this is good," he said with a mouthful of food. One wrist was in a cast and the other had a cast at the elbow, but - luckily - he could feed himself.
"Glad you like it. I'm going to get stuff ready for your shower."
"Hey," he called after me and I looked back. "How old are you?" he asked.
"I'm 28," I said. "Why?"
"Just wondering." And he went back to his sandwich.
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"Ok - so before we get a shower, do you need to take a shit?"
"Y'know, I do," he said. "This is about to get real personal, isn't it?" He shook his head from side-to-side.
"Yeah, it is... and I'm sorry about that. As soon as you can do stuff on your own I'll let you. If you're really uncomfortable I can see if someone else can work with you."
"NO!" His voice got elevated. "I mean, it's ok... you've got a job to do and it's not like you haven't done this before, right?"
"Right," I said. "So, rely on me as much as possible... that's right - grab my shoulders," I said as I lifted him from the wheelchair.
"Damn, you're a strong mother-fucker," he said. "A lot stronger than you look."
I laughed. "Ok - so, the shorts and boxers are coming down, ok?" I looked up and he nodded, so I hooked my thumbs into the front of the waistband and pulled them both down together, pulling them forward so I wouldn't scratch his dick. "And, let's get you to the toilet."
We edged toward the toilet together... him hobbling like he was in a full body cast. "Hang onto me and I'll lower you down... and... there ya go!"
I started to walk out of the bathroom. "Let me know when you're done and I'll come wipe your ass." He nodded. "Need anything?" I asked. "Your phone? Magazine?"
"Yeah, my phone would be good," he said. "At least I can play games while I shit."
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"Eric, I'm done," he yelled.
I came into the bathroom and started grabbing a wad of toilet paper. "Remember, I can't feel anything back there, so you'll need to tell me if I'm being too rough or anything like that, ok?" I told him.
"Yeah," he paused... "this is just so fuckin' weird."
"Unfortunately, you'll have to get used to it," I said.
Three or four wipes later, we were done. "Not so bad, eh?"
"Nah, it wasn't," he said.
I washed my hands, turned on the shower and started taking off my clothes stripping down to the Speedo I put on earlier.
He laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I just didn't think about it, but it makes sense... you are getting in with me, so you'll get wet."
I laughed. "Yeah - I'll shower after I get you clean. So, let's get the t-shirt off and get you into the shower."
I had already positioned a seat in the shower, so I led him to it and got the shower head off the wall, wetting his hair and rinsing him off.
"You mind hanging onto this?" I asked, handing him the shower head.
"Sure." I tucked it under his arm letting the warm water stream down his thighs.
I got the soap to wash his hair and remembered the first time I'd done this with Craig in college. As I lathered Jake's hair he let out a soft moan and my cock started springing to life. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.
"My god... yes, it does." His shoulders relaxed and his head became heavy in my hands.
"You have nice hair," I said, without thinking. 'Should I take it back?' I thought. 'Will he think I'm coming on to him?' I didn't say anything else and he didn't either.
"Ok - time to rinse." I reached over him to get the shower head and brushed my hand against his abs. My cock was getting fatter... and I think his was, too... but that's just normal.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back and I rinsed the soap from his hair... then, I gently pushed his head forward to wash the soap off his face. He had a bar of Neutrogena soap for his face, so I lathered my hands and went to work on his face, ears and neck. Holy fuck this was sexy... fuck, HE was sexy.
"Remember... breathe through your mouth when I rinse your face, ok?" He nodded. I grabbed the dry washcloth and wiped his eyes.
He opened them and smiled his perfect smile. "Hey, you're still here," he said.
"Yup," I replied. "I'll be here all week. Try the roast beef," I added in my impression of a Vegas comic. He laughed again.
"Now - we get intimate," I said. "We don't need to snuggle afterward, but if you need a cigarette just let me know." I winked and he smiled nervously.
I grabbed the bodywash and put a generous amount on the wet body scrubber. I started with his back, admiring the muscular V he'd obviously worked so hard to achieve. Next, I worked my way to his arms, gently lifting his right arm to scrub his armpit. Beautiful, hairy, masculine, muscular. Across his collar bone to the other arm, moving around so I was in front of him. I stepped in between his legs and looked down noticing that he was more than half-mast.
"Damn, this feels good," he said.
I just kept washing, navigating to his stomach, by-passing his almost engorged crotch, washing along his hip kneeling down to wash his left leg. I lifted his leg to wash his foot, never taking my eyes from his face.
His eyes were closed, but he was smiling and I knew he was enjoying it. I then washed his right foot and as much of his leg as possible before washing his hip.
"Ok," I started, "so as my grandmother used to say, 'We've washed as high as possible, We've washed as low as possible, Now we need to wash possible'."
I rinsed the body scrubber and squirted more bodywash onto it. I wet it then moved right into his crotch, without hesitation. His ab muscles jumped, but I didn't flinch... I've done this before. Rubbing his trimmed pubic mound, the soap was now covering his cock which I took in my hand and gently fondled... pulling back the hint of foreskin I rubbed my fingers over every inch, moving to his large, egg-shaped balls which were now starting to recede and hug his body. His cock, now released, was swelling quickly and I was surprised at the 9-inches of manhood that was right in front of me.
I looked up and met his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.
"I need you to lean forward and hold onto me so I can get your ass crack," I said, and he immediately lifted his arms and wrapped them around my waist. Damn, I could feel my cock bulging in my Speedo... I should have worn boardshorts or just stayed in my regular shorts... but...
Now I'm rubbing soap over his hairy ass. My god, this boy has a muscular ass. I gently worked my fingers around the hairs, making sure to get any shit that might be stuck back there. With my left hand around his backside, I stuck my right hand under his balls to wash his perineum and his hamstrings. His cock, now fully engorged, was throbbing against my right arm.
I leaned forward and lowered him back onto the seat. I grabbed the showerhead back from the wall and began to rinse him and as the water hit his back he shivered.
"Jake, do you have a girlfriend I can call to help you with that?"
He looked me in the eyes and said, "We broke-up about 2 months ago."
"You don't think she'd come help you since you've been in an accident?"
"She might have," he said with a smirk, "if she hadn't caught me fucking her best friend, Janice."
"Oh, well..." I said, but he cut me off - "and then I caught Janice fucking one of my friends... so, no... no chicks I can call."
"Ok, look... I wiped your ass, so I can do it if you're ok with it."
His dick was throbbing, and he looked so defeated. "I'm not into guys," he said.
"Me either," I paused, "generally."
"You don't have to do that," he started, but as soon as I saw the look on his face, I knew he wanted me to.
"Just close your eyes and relax," I said.
I hung the showerhead back on the wall and knelt behind him, taking his cock in my right hand and stroking his balls with my left. Damn, it was so much fatter than mine and it had been years since I'd been with a guy, so I felt out of practice. He leaned his head back onto my shoulder and rested his weight on me and I had a much better grip - and view - now. The soap that remained gave plenty of lubrication and it was less than a minute before I felt Jake's dick swelling in my hand.
He turned his head and nuzzled my neck. "I'm close," he whispered and I gripped tighter to bring him to orgasm. I felt his body tense and the first wattery shot hit me right in the face. The second shot hit him in the face, the third hit his chest, then his stomach, then it was running through his pubes... all of it coagulating and mixing with the water from the shower to form a mess that would mean I'd have to wash him again. His cock was still going through the spasms of orgasm and bits of cum continued to ooze every time his dick jumped. I realized that I could feel his heartbeat in my hand and through his back as he rested on my shoulder. I reached down to pull all the cum through his dick and let it settle into my hand. Pushing him forward, I grabbed the bodywash to begin cleaning him up.
"Thanks," he muttered.
"Dude, you don't need to feel bad about it," I said. "I'm just helping with your bodily functions."
"No, no..." he insisted," I don't feel bad about it,," he said, smiling. "That was fucking awesome. Seriously - thank you."
"No problem."
"I guess I will need that cigarette." He smiled and winked and I knew we were fine.
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End of Chapter 1.
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