Hospital Operation - Before, During and After - Part 3 by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com) All emails responded to.
***************************************************** This is a true story that happened in the Summer and Autumn of 1978 ... continued from Part 2 I hope you enjoy my memories. If you enjoy my writing, I am now listed in the Authors or Prolific Authors section. *****************************************************
I thought I would need to get a taxi back to my apartment but my landlord surprised me by being right there ready to drive me the few blocks home. He helped me up the stairs and my next door neighbor was right there greeting me as soon as we got to my floor. Although neither had visited me in hospital, they were being kept apprised of my situation by mutual friends. My neighbor had been keeping my apartment cleaned for me ... the landlord letting him in once a week. I got to my bed and I literally collapsed into it. I was far from being up to full strength. There was a handful of bills that had collected over the past 3 months and I noticed most had been opened. The landlord, who I had paid with 12 postdated cheques for my rent when I moved in, had opened my mail as it arrived and paid what had to paid for me. He figured I had enough on my plate without needing to worry about "the little stuff". There was a running accounting of what was paid and when and a total .. so I got my cheque book and wrote him out a cheque on the spot for the total and thanked him profusely. That was so generous and thoughtful of him ... especially since I hadn't thought of any of that while I was in hospital.
My neighbor explained that he'd had to throw out a lot of stuff from my small fridge and cupboard (which I knew there would be) and offered to go to the grocery store for me to pick up whatever I felt I needed. All the money I'd had in my wallet when I went into the hospital, plus all the profits from the kitchen as well as the cash from the sale of the kitchen, I had in my pants pocket. So I started dictating a list of foodstuffs I felt I needed and gave him more than enough money to pay for it ... and off my neighbor went. My landlord, who had exited a few minutes before saying he'd be right back, came back into the apartment just as my neighbor was leaving. In his hand he carried a walkie talkie type thing. Turns out that's exactly what it was. He set it beside my bed on the table there and plugged an adapter into a handy wall plug.
"If you need anything, day or night, just click this button and talk. I have the other one down in my apartment and it will be on all the time and I will carry it with me when I leave the apartment. If I am going to going out of range, I will come up and tell you and tell you again when I get back. Just don't hesitate to call me on it. I used to be a nurse before I retired and bought this building, so I know what I am doing" he said with a smile.
I always really liked Ed, the landlord. He had always been real friendly with me but we just never seemed to have the time to visit and get to know each other before this. I guessed Ed to be in his mid to late 50's. Greying hair but still thick and full. Bright sparkling grey blue eyes and he was always quick to smile. His smile was so white and so perfect, I sometimes wondered if they were his own teeth or dentures. He had a not bad slight to medium sized build, with a little thickening showing through his middle ... but still not too bad at all. >From the way his eyes raked over me whenever we met in the hallways or outside, I knew he fancied me in a lust filled kind of way. But as I said, time just didn't seem to help our relationship develop into a physical encounter.
"Thank you Ed ... its really appreciated. The thought of being here by myself had me a little concerned. This ..." I said, holding up the walkie talkie " is easing that concern a lot."
"Think nothing of it. I am around here most of the time anyway ... I do my writing from my apartment" he said. I had forgotten Ed was a published writer. Poetry I believe. That was confirmed when he continued "And I will be concentrating on writing my prose for the next while if my publisher has anything to say about it. He wants my next book wound up and on the shelves for Christmas."
"Well, I wish you all the luck on meeting the schedule" I smiled. It was then I noticed how warm it was, and realised it had been unnaturally warm outside for the beginning of November. After all, I only was wearing the same clothes I wore into the hospital during that heat wave at the beginning of August ... and I did not find it cool when I stepped outside.
"I just realised how hot it is in here ... and outside too. Are we having a real hot Indian Summer?"
"You bet we are mate. Would you like me to open some windows for you?"
"Yes please, if you don't mind ... I am starting to sweat buckets here" I said with a grin.
"How did you make out in hospital keeping cool and such?"
"Well, most of the time I just laid naked in bed with a sheet covering my privates" I said, blushing a bit.
"How about showers, have they permitted you to have them since the operation?"
"Yeah, about a week or so ago an orderly helped me take my first shower since the surgery. But its just been sponge baths since. I guess in a day or two I should consider hopping in mine and washing off a bit better. Sponge baths are okay but I never feel real clean with them."
"If you want to have a shower, I don't mind helping you. It wouldn't be a problem" Ed offered, with what I felt might be a nervous tremor in his voice.
"You sure you wouldn't mind?" I asked, pleased he had offered. Then I joked "Or do you just want to see what I look like naked?" and then laughed.
Ed laughed too as he confessed "Damned right I would like to see you naked, and get a chance to rub my hands all over you. But you can breath easy ... I won't ravage you." Then he added with a twinkle in his eyes and an evil grin "Unless you want me to, that is"
At that we both broke out laughing. But the thought invoked a slight stirring in my pants that had become far too unfamiliar since the operation.
"Lets see what the hospital sent home with you in this little bag of goodies." Ed said as he picked up the shopping bag of stuff the nurses had handed me on my way out. I had forgotten all about it. "Waterproof bandages, some surgical tape and a big roll of real this padding stuff ... some ointment ... a whole pile of cards. You want me to set them up?" he asked.
When I shook my head in the negative, he handed the cards to me and I set them in the table drawer next to my bed. Ed laid everything else on the little dining table.
Picking up the big roll of padding, he turned to me and asked "What are you supposed to use this for?"
I pulled up my shirt bottom and pulled down my waist band so Ed could see they had taped a strip of it over my incision where the waist band from my pants rested.
"Jesus Christ man, how far did they cut you? In all my years of nursing I never saw any gall bladder incision go that far down."
I undid my pants and opened my zipper and then I asked him if he could help me get my pants and underwear off, not only so I could show him, but more so because I was extremely uncomfortable wearing them. So Ed pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and then after removing my shoes and socks, slipped them off over my feet. Then when I tried pulling my shirt up over my head, he came up and helped me remove it as well. I guess 3 months in hospital makes one lose some of their modesty because I was now laying flat out naked for Ed to look at and I was only mildly embarrassed about it.
"Holy Crap ... they really cut you open didn't they? What the hell really happened to you? I was getting bits and pieces from a few of the guys ... but nothing that prepared me to see this. And SHIT ... where's all your hair?"
So as Ed got the sheet and bedspread out from under me so I could lay on the bottom sheet, I started telling Ed all the medical stuff that had happened and all. Ed got the bedspread off the bed, folded and set on the truck I had at the end of my bed and then got the top sheet situated so I could lay it across me like I had at the hospital. Then after I was comfortable, he brought a chair over and sat down listening, asking questions from time to time, and shaking his head.
When he finished, he looked right into my eyes "I am sorry" he said "I had no idea you went through all that. Had I known, I would have made time to go visit you in the hospital"
"Don't be sorry, Ed" I said, patting his hand "You did the things I needed you to do for me that I completely forgot about. I will forever be grateful to your for doing that. If you hadn't done that for me, my phone would have been disconnected, my life insurance cancelled, the insurance on my business, my health insurance premiums. Plus, you kept my apartment ready and waiting for me. And all those bills you paid out of your own pocket, not even knowing for sure if I could repay you right away when I got out. That was so incredibly generous and thoughtful of you. I had enough visitors at the hospital. What you did for me was way more than a visit to the hospital would have accomplished. Thank you ... from the bottom of my heart" And with that I pulled his hand to me and I kissed it and held it to my cheek for a moment.
I could not get over this man feeling guilty for not visiting after all he had done for me. He did things I wonder if even someone I would call a best friend would have done. I looked right into Ed's eyes trying to convey to him the sincerity of my words and the gratitude I genuinely felt. Just as it was about to become an emotional moment ... someone knocked at the door.
Ed went to answer it, and without hesitation Roy, the next door neighbor who had gone shopping for me, came sweeping into the room with his arms full of bags. He must have knocked on the door with his foot. Roy immediately started unpacking and putting things away while explaining some of the additional things he picked up and why he didn't pick up others. Like, romaine lettuce was far better for me than iceberg or Boston. And then started into relating the neighborhood gossip he had heard while on his errand. Ed and I just smiled at each other and started to softly chuckle. Quickly, Roy had everything put away and stored the empty bags and turned around to take a breath.
The breath turned in a high pitched shriek as he saw me laying on my bed with the sheet down below my waist with most of my scar clearly on display.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What the hell did those butchers do to you, honey? And your HAIR ... where did all that LOVELY body hair go? There's just no justice in this world " Roy tisked "to do all that to a body like yours."
"FIRING SQUAD ... FIRING SQUAD" Roy yelled towards the open windows "Somebody find the fucking firing squad ... I am going to shoot me some doctors !!"
By this time I was laughing so hard I had to grab a pillow from behind my head and grasp it across my abdomen to try to stem the increasing pain caused by my laughter. I laughed so hard, the pain became too much and I literally started to cry from it. Then as the pain eased, I slowly opened my eyes and through my tears I saw Roy and Ed leaning towards me with deep concern in their faces ... and I broke out laughing again. Next thing you know, the three of us were laughing like hienas until once again my pain led to tears. This time though, when the pain eased ... I implored "No more laughing please ... no more" but I couldn't stifle my snickers.
After the moment passed, Roy held up his hand and waved his fingers and asked "May I?" indicating he would like to rub my chest.
"Sure ... go ahead." I said. Roy and I had become quite friendly since I moved into the apartment. He was a really nice sweet guy ... but we admitted to each other right at the beginning that we weren't each others type. He wasn't masculine enough for me, I wasn't a drag queen which is who he prefers. But he still was fascinated with my muscles and with my body hair, so every once in a while he would ask if he could rub his hands on me. Or, if I happened to be out on our shared balcony sunny myself, he would offer to put suntan oil on me which I usually accepted. It was almost like being worshipped in a way .. and it was harmless ... something we both enjoyed. Roy had never seen me completely naked, I always had at least my briefs or a speedo on. But when he rubbed me, he rubbed me all over even under whatever I was wearing. This time was no different, even with Ed watching. Ed's eyes just about popped out of his head when Roy's hand ventured down under the sheet and was very obviously fondling and stroking me, bringing me quickly to a full erection.
"You feel so different" Roy said and then he grasped my hard cock firmly giving it a good stroke while he continued "well some of you feels the same" And then grinned at me widely. I just laid there with a smirk on my face as I first looked at Roy and then looked up to see Ed's reaction to all this. Ed seemed a little flustered and flushed ... but that didn't stop him from watching Roy's exploration of my hairless body. When Roy was done, he promptly stood up and announced he had to leave and get ready, he had a dinner date. So off he bounded out the door again.
Just before the door closed behind him, Roy called back "See you darlings. Peter, if you need anything, just throw something against the wall. And Ed, you should feel him ... does he ever feel strange without the hair. Looks better ... but feels strange." And then he was gone.
Ed just stood there for a moment looking at the floor. Finally I asked him "Did you want to feel what I feel like without hair?"
"Yeah, I would if you don't mind. But I never felt you with hair so I have no real comparison to make."
"It doesn't matter Ed. If you want to touch me, its okay. Just about everyone who visited me at the hospital after I was shaved wanted to run their hands over me. You wanting to do it too doesn't bother me." I said with a smile.
So Ed kneeled down beside my bed and reached out his hands and touched my chest. It became almost immediately apparent that Ed's idea of rubbing his hands on my body and everyone else's idea were quite a bit different. Everyone else, they just literally moved their hands across my skin. Ed's was more of a slow gentle massage ... and it was feeling great. With each kneading stroke of his hands on my pectorals, my already hard cock bounced against the sheet which now barely covered any of me. Ed quickly discovered my weak spot was my nipples and he started tweaking, pulling and twisting them a bit. I could not hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
"Peter, I know you just came out of hospital but I would like to continue what I am doing for a while yet. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure ... I guess. What all do you plan on doing?" I asked, a wee bit concerned but not in any real fear.
"Just ... stuff" he said hesitantly. "How would it be if I just do the stuff I want and if you don't like something or you get uncomfortable then just tell me to stop. And I promise I will stop".
"Okay I guess. But if I say stop and you don't ... duck" I said with a grin.
Ed started back massaging my chest again and then up over my shoulders. He pulled the arm furthest away from him across my body and he worked all the muscles in it right down to my fingers and then gave my palm and fingers a most excellent massage. I had never experienced that before. When he was done with that arm ... he raised it above my head and squeezed my fingers about one of the iron rungs in the headboard. Obviously he wanted me to keep my arm out of the way. Then he did my arm closest to him the same way and when finished, brought it too above my head to clasp onto the headboard. He surprised me when next I felt his hands on my feet, massaging them and each of my toes and then laying my leg down so my heel caught off the side of the bed. Then he did the same with the other foot. Ed then got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running for a minute, and then Ed was returning folding a washcloth and when he got back to the bed, he laid the warm cloth across my eyes. I was intrigued and found the situation becoming even more arousing.
"Are you okay Peter? Just nod your head yes or no"
I nodded yes of course. I felt the sheet being moved back off of me, leaving me totally and widely open to his eyes. My still hard cock standing straight up. Ed set right in to a routine of massaging an area and then kissing and licking it and then massaging once more before moving on to the next area. He seemed especially intent in my armpits which tend to be very ticklish ... but not this day. The more he rubbed and explored, the more I was being turned on. It was obvious he did not want me to reciprocate ... not now anyway. He just seemed solely intent on bringing me pleasure. He very carefully worked his way around my incision while he massaged, kissed and licked my abdomen. Then he worked his way down the hip closest to him, down my thigh and calf. He then carefully moved onto the bed between my spread legs to work on the other hip, thigh and calf. All this time my cock remained hard, oozing precum which I could now feel pooling around the base of my dick and slowly starting to run down one either side of my balls. I felt the bed shift a bit, heard a noise I could not quite identify and then I felt Ed's hands start to explorer and massage their way around my groin. Without warning, my entire cock was buried in a hot wetness and Ed's tongue was exploring every inch of my cock's head and shaft as he sucked it in and out of his mouth. While keeping my cock in his mouth down to its root ... I could feel him suctioning at the pool of precum pooled there, as his other hand rubbed the precum that had been spreading on either side of my balls up over my tightened sack and down under it right to my ass pucker.
My head was moving back and forth, my hands gripped the iron rods tighter and my gasps and groans filled the otherwise quiet room. I was again feeling things I hadn't felt in about 2 months, I hadn't had a climax in that long either ... and I found my body skyrocketing towards a big one. Ed brought his hands up to keep my hips on the bed, he wanted to do all the work. I could just lay there and moan and enjoy. Then Ed brought his jaws together and I knew then that he had dentures and had taken them out. The feeling of his gums pistoning up and down my hard throbbing cock was incredible. No blowjob I had before was anything like this. Almost immediately I started shooting my load into Ed's waiting mouth. Again and again, load after load came rocketing out of my cock and I could feel it gathering in his mouth, washing all around my still spewing cock. And then when he swallowed, this throat muscles danced over my cock head as I felt my cum rush past my cock on its way down his gullet. It seemed like I came forever, and Ed took it all, steadily nursing my softening cock until it was completely dead. Then he suctioned his mouth back off it and then kissed it as it lay spent.
As I was gulping in air, trying to regain my breath after that fantastic orgasm, I still did not move. I felt Ed get off the bed, then he moved my legs closer together and came up to move my arms down by my sides. With one last kiss on my soft pecker, he pulled the sheet back across so I was draped as before. Only then did he remove the almost dry facecloth from over my eyes. I kept my eyes closed for the moment, then Ed leaned down and placed a gently kiss on each. He then kissed my slightly parted lips, running his tongue around them. My tongue sought his and we shared our saliva. I could still taste some of my cum in his spittle. As he sat up beside me on the bed, I opened my eyes and smiled that smile of satisfaction at him.
"Wow" was all I could say. But it seemed enough for him as he smiled widely, gave me another quick kiss on the mouth then got up to take the washcloth back into the washroom.
Seconds later he come out and asked "So, what are we going to order in for dinner. My treat. I figure you need something sinful after all that healthy crap they feed you in the hospital".
"Sounds good to me" I said "but I should be treating you. Really, let me pay, my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for me"
Ed grinned, ran his tongue around his lips and smacked them loudly and chided "You just gave me your thank you"
I then remembered, I didn't even consider Ed might want me to help him get his nut. When I mentioned that I could help him, he said I already had ... twice. At my puzzled look, Ed confessed he had already cum twice in his pants, without even touching himself. Once when he was going nuts on my armpits, and the second time was just before I shot off. He then informed me he had planned to go down to his apartment and shower and change ... by the time he was done our dinner would be delivered. Now to just decide what to eat. I asked him if he liked fish and chips ... we looked at each other and smiled and both said "O'Grady's" at the same time. In both of our books, there is absolutely no other place to order fish and chips from. That settled, Ed went out the door and I heard him heading down the stairs.
I heard a quick knock and Roy came sweeping into the apartment again, dressed for the kill.
"I thought you were going out for a dinner date" I said
"Oh, I am, but he was running late so I am just heading out now" he said. "So, my dear, I hear or rather just heard you negotiating for a lower rent" he said with a conspiratorial smile.
"You bitch. I wish you would stop listening at the walls" I smiled back
"I didn't have to listen at the walls, your moans could be heard clear down to the front door. And that was inside. Out side there were people turning their heads half a block away." he laughed "Anyway honey, I am just on my way out ... and you weren't quite that loud ... but close. Did you need anything before I go? Or need anything on my way back?"
"No ... I am fine thanks" I chuckled "Thanks for asking." Then as he turned to go I called him back "Actually, I have to go to the washroom and I haven't tried to get up out of this bed by myself before. Would you mind waiting to see if I can do it okay?"
"Sure hon, no problem"
So I moved slowly to my side and used one hand pressing against the bed after the other ... using my hands to kind of walk myself up so I was sitting erect. Roy offered a hand, but I needed to see if I could manage this on my own. I tried pushing up with both arms on the bed and using my legs ... but that wasn't working. Then I grabbed the chair Ed had brought near, turned it around and used the back to help pull myself up. Luckily Roy was there. I was part way up when the chair started tipping back and Roy promptly parked his butt on the seat.
"Thanks" I said "that could have been a little disastrous."
"You go to the can ... I will be right back" and Roy was out the door again.
I wasn't moving too fast and the piss took longer than expected, so when I came out of the bathroom, Roy was already back after having lugged in a tall box and putting it on the seat of the chair.
"That weighs about 70 pounds ... its old books. That should be enough weight on the seat, as long as you are careful." then he came over to me, gave me a peck on the cheek as his hands went around to cup my naked butt. Then swatting one cheek lightly he turned and was out the door. I think the "Thanks" I called out was cut off by the closing door.
Since dinner was going to be here shortly, I decided not to try to lay down again yet. Instead, I set the small dining table with 2 place settings. Luckily, I still had 2 chairs we could sit on since the one was now appointed my official getting out of bed helper. Enjoying being up and mobile, I went into the bathroom and pulled a hand towel from the shelf and wrapped it around my waist and wrapped the ends around themselves to secure it. I winced with sudden pain as the towel tightened across my incision. I thought I could bear it for the short term but I would definitely have to find something other than things with a waistband to wear for a while. Towel secured, I opened the apartment door and made my way the short distance to the doorway to the small balcony Roy and I shared. I left the door open so I could hear Ed coming back up, and it would also help the air flow though the open windows in my apartment.
The hot day was cooling off nicely, the breeze and fresh air felt great on my near naked body. The breeze was causing the towel to flap back off my buns and up off my crotch but that was okay because the floor and railings of the balcony were solid. We could sunbathe out here nude if we wanted and no one could see. The breeze felt so good after being hospital so long, and the towel was really hurting my incision now so I reached down and just pulled off the towel and laid on the railing beside me. I heard someone coming up the stairs so I just held the towel around me as I made my way back to my apartment.
"Enjoying the freedom?" Ed asked as he stepped up the last step and followed me into the apartment.
"Yes ... definitely" I smiled "but I am going to have to figure out something to wear that is not going to bother my incision. That padding is okay when I have to put on pants to go out but for just around the building here. I gotta figure out something else"
We sat down and both savoured the dinner. I had provided a bottle of wine for after the meal and somewhere Roy had come up with a fruit salad which we had for desert. My abdomen was getting pretty sore and uncomfortable sitting upright for the first time for so long ... so I told Ed I should lay down again.
"Before you do that ... did you want that shower we talked about?" Ed asked
"God, I would love it if you wouldn't mind helping me."
"No problem at all. I will just clear this stuff off the table and get undressed and we will be set"
"Why don't I clear off the table while you get undressed. Quicker and I can't be getting used to being waited on." I said.
So I cleared the table, gave the dishes a quick wash and put them in the rack to dry. When I turned around Ed was standing there stark naked. For a man of his age he looked surprising better without his clothes than with them on.
I smiled and said "You should go naked more often. And who would've guess you were hiding this in your trousers" As I said that I reached out and stroked his lengthening 7" cock. It was a really nicely shaped attractive piece of man meat.
Ed swiveled me around and said "None of that now, we have to get your shower over with.. But first, the waterproof bandage for your incision I almost forgot about."
After he got the bandage in place, he stepped in behind me in the tub and turned on the water, adjusting the water before switching the flow to the showerhead. The shower was very "professional" in that there was no eroticism or anything, just a wonderful relaxing massage type soaping down and then rinsing off. Then he gave himself a quick soap and rinse, wouldn't let me do it, just had me lean up against the wall hanging onto the grab bar. Then he got us out and toweled us both off. Escorted me to my bed and pretty much ordered me to get in and go to sleep. I had to admit I was exhausted. I fell asleep before he had finished dressing and I did not even hear him leave.
I roused from my sleep during a most erotic dream. As my eyes opened and realised it was full daylight outside, I also realised my dream was continuing. I closed my eyes again as I realised I was speeding towards an orgasm due to the ministrations of the hot wet mouth ravaging my hard cock. Within a minute of gaining consciousness I was blasting my cum down the throat of a very skilled dick sucker. Again and again I coated his throat and he swallowed it all. As my orgasm eased, that's when I realised my unknown morning pleasurer was Ed. He had once again taken out his dentures and I could feel his gums coaxing every last drop of my cum from my now softening cock.
"Now THAT is how someone should be woken up in the morning" I said as I opened my eyes and ruffled Ed's hair as he continued to nurse on my dick. "Thank you. But you shouldn't have felt you had to do that for me" I continued with a satisfied smile.
"That was for me" Ed said with a smile as he released my now soft cock and pulled the sheet to my waist again.
Not really feeling "in the mood" to, I still offered "Can I help you get off too?"
"No need, I am just going to have to change my pants again when I get home" Ed chuckled. "I brought you some coffee and bagels with creme cheese ... and its time for your medications."
"Well before I delve into that, I need to go pee ... real bad" I said as I attempted to raise myself out of bed.
Everything, my whole body, must have stiffened up through the night because I could barely move on my own. Ed helped me to my feet, and when I lost my balance and almost fell, Ed came into the bathroom with me. He held me steady as I let loose the contents of my bladder into the toilet bowl, then he helped me back to one of the dining table chairs. Ed went into the washroom and came back with face and hand towels. I washed my face and he returned them to the bathroom. This time he came back with a hairbrush.
"Your hair looks like it was styled by the electric company. Its sticking up straight all over." he smiled
I usually kept my hair in those days in a buzz cut, but it hadn't been cut for the past 3 months. Since before I went into the hospital.
While I tried to tame my hair into something a little more agreeable, Ed said "We have a new guy in the building, Paul. He's in 2B, almost right below you. He is a hairdresser and I know he is off today. Do you want me to see if he can give you a haircut today? He is a really nice guy, and since most of the guys in building have been talking about you and the hospital since he moved in, I am sure he would like to finally meet you."
"Yeah, sure ... that would be great. Thanks Ed." I said as I downed the medications he handed me with a sip of the coffee he had brought with him. "But I really feel I have become a burden to you. I don't want you to feel you have to nurse maid me."
"Listen, you are not being a burden. You didn't ask me to help. I am doing it because I want to. Besides, I am getting the payment I want. I have been able to live a fantasy I have had. I've sucked your cock twice now. That's the payment for my help, if you feel you need to give me something for helping you" he said with a smile.
"In that case, feel free to help me anytime you want." I grinned "there are just some things that you can't just pick up the phone and order in. Although I think I know of a few guys who would gladly make a visit if they thought they might be rewarded" I laughed.
"From what I have heard around here the past few months, you don't need a phone, just open your door and holler down the stairs that you are horny. There's enough guys here to keep you satisfied" Ed chuckled.
"Really? I never knew that. Didn't even pick up any signals. Even with you, Ed. I knew you appreciated my look, but didn't know you lusted for me a bit. All you ever had to do was say something, and we could have hooked up months ago."
"Well, I was waiting for you to say something."
"I don't usually, in fact I only ever rarely, make a first move. And, to let you know how much of a slut I really am, the word NO is not in my vocabulary when a guy comes on to me. As long as its regular run of the mill sex. I don't much get into the fetish stuff."
"I wish I had known that. Why don't you put it on a t-shirt or something? You just come across as being the one who likes to be the one to initiate things."
"Well, now you know" I said with a grin.
The coffee and bagels finished, Ed stood up and placed everything on the tray he had brought it upstairs on. "Listen, guy. I have a meeting with my agent and then we are invited to lunch with my publisher. So I am going to be gone until early afternoon. Are you going to be okay?"
"Sure, I will be fine. Go ahead and don't worry about me. Thanks for the "wake up call" and breakfast. You can feel free to wake me up that way any time you want to" I said with a chuckle and a flip of my soft cock.
"Okay, I'll just do that" Ed said with a wide smile. "But now, I have to get moving or I am going to be late. I will stop by Paul's apartment to see if he can cut your hair for you today." Ed leaned over, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and he was out the door, leaving it unlocked at my request. If I had visitors today, I certainly didn't want to have to keep getting up and down to open the door for them.
I moved to an arm chair and lazed back into it comfortably, making sure the weighted down dining room chair was handy in case I needed it to get up. I was still naked, and looked down once again at the long ugly looking scar that bisected my abdomen. Gosh, I wondered, will this thing ever heal right and fade to almost non-existence? I started to run my fingers down the scar, noting the tenderness still there, when there was a quick knock at the door and Roy came flying into the room like a fresh breeze.
"Good morning, stud" he said as he came over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled over a chair so he was sitting in front of me. "I don't know if you heard, but Ed called up and said Paul would cut your hair in about an hour or two. You lucky man, you. Have you seen Paul yet? Dreamy ... absolutely dreamy. He can park his shoes under my bed any time he wants to" he grinned.
I grinned along with him, knowing from experience that Roy's idea of "dreamy" and mine were sometimes vastly different.
"How was your date? You get lucky?" I asked
"Oh, darling, the dinner was great. And yes I got lucky. Lucky that he had to call it an early night because he had an appointment this morning. I met him as a drag queen ... absolutely gorgeous. He showed up for dinner as a man. What a God awful transformation. He should wear makeup all the time ... and definitely stay dressed as a woman. As it was, we parted and I went down to the park and sucked off a few guys and another guy fucked me before I came home."
"Gawd ... and I thought I was a slut. Even I don't do parks or beat the bushes trying to pick up guys" I said with a chuckle.
Roy laughed it off, it was the usual conversational banter between us.
"They really cut you from stem to stern didn't they? Those insensitive butchers." Once again getting upset with the doctors.
"They just did what they had to do, I guess. When the gall bladder exploded, they apparently had to work fast to contain the infection as best they could and get all the gall stones out."
"Jesus, you really did go through the ringer, didn't you? Well, you are safe and sound at home now. And we will take good care of you." he said as he leaned over and ran his hand across my once hairy chest. "Are you going to let that wonderful hair grow back now?"
"I think I should keep it shaved until after the incision heals. They said its easier to ward off infection from the outside if I am kept shaved."
"I will be glad when you are back to your old hairy self again. Anyway hon, I have to head into work. Is there anything I can pick up for you on my way home? Anything I can do before I leave?"
"Actually yes, if you don't mind. Could you give me a hand back to bed again? Feel like I have to lay down again for a while."
"Sure thing. Just a minute and I will make your bed for you and you can lay on top of it then. Its supposed to be another hot one today."
As he went about making the bed, I commented "I am going to feel a little exposed just laying on top of the bed naked. Especially when this Paul guy is coming to cut my hair. I wish I owned something I could wear that didn't have a waist band on it."
"Never fear, Roy is here. I think I have exactly what you need." So after making the bed he was out the door and came back a few minutes later with a few folded items in his arms.
Taking the top one off the pile and shaking it out, Roy continued "This I picked up when I went to Egypt last year. All the men wear them, and the other two I picked up in Morocco and Turkey. They are all finely woven "caftan" type things. Lets get you up and try one on. They are supposed to be almost a "one size fits all" type of thing."
So he got me up and slipped the garment over my head, I got my arms in the arm holes and he let the rest of the garment fall to a little about my ankles.
"This one was a bit too big on me, but it seems to fit you perfect. What do you think?" Roy asked as he moved me in front of the full length mirror that hung on one wall.
It was almost a sheer fine woven cotton in a slightly off white color, and it felt cool to wear, the slight breeze coming through the window seeming to pass through the fabric. With the light behind me, I could see the outline of my body in the fabric. But Roy was right, it was perfect for what I needed.
I hugged him gently and thanked him, then Roy helped me lay down on the bed. Then once again, with a final good-bye he swept out the door again and was gone to work.
I must have dozed off without realising it, because I was suddenly being brought to consciousness by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I asked in a voice loud enough to be heard through the door
"It's Paul from downstairs. Ed said you needed me to cut your hair when I was able. Is now a good time?"
"Sure, yes, come on in. The door is unlocked."
The door opened and in walked an absolutely, drop dead gorgeous guy. He must have stood 6'4", very early 20's ... deeply tanned with massive shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist. The white t-shirt he wore was stretched to the point of ripping. His pecs and abdominals clearly displayed through the material and his nipples punching out their clearly displayed position. Big biceps, a thick neck. He wore blue jean cut-offs that looked painted on. A huge basket on display and when he turned to close the door ... and I felt myself catch a breath as his tight bubble butt was put on display. He turned back around and I was immediately struck by his deep blue eyes, his straight aquiline nose, broad smile with full lips and white teeth ... and his hair ... a light blonde that fell straight ... down past his shoulders a bit.
He came to the bed and offered his hand and I immediately took it in the standard greeting gesture. His grip was firm, but not too firm, just firm enough I didn't really want to let it go.
"Hi Paul" I said when I finally found my voice "glad to meet you ... and thanks for coming up here to cut my hair. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. Besides, I have been hearing about you for a couple months, now I get to finally meet you." Paul said with a grin.
Paul gave me an assist getting up from the bed, and we chatted a bit about the apartment building, how he like living here so far ... the usually pleasantries.
"Well, we better get this show on the road. Ed said you normally get a buzz cut. That what you want this time?" Paul asked
"Yes, sort of, but since winter is on its way, I think I would like it left a wee bit longer than the quarter inch I usually buzz it down to."
"Okay, how does three quarters of an inch sound?"
"I think that sounds about right. At that length, can you still use the clippers?"
"Oh yeah, no problem, I have the attachment for that length. So, where do you want to do this?" Paul asked, looking around the small apartment.
"Right in the middle of the floor I guess would be easiest." I said, pulling a chair to the spot I thought would be best.
"That should work okay. Now, I think it would be best if you lost that thing you are wearing, unless you want it covered in hair" Paul said with a smile "I have a cape to put on you, but that material will almost draw the hair to it where the cape doesn't cover."
I kind of blushed a bit. It's one thing to be nude in front of people I knew, quite another to be nude in front of someone I just met.
Paul, sensing my hesitation, said "Don't worry about it. Actually Ed told me you would likely be nude already because wearing anything with a waist band bothered your incision too much."
"Well, that is true, but a couple hours ago, Roy ... next door, brought in this thing. Just so I could feel a little more presentable" I smiled.
"Good deal. But it would still be better to lose it for the hair cut. If hair did get on it, it wouldn't come off until it was washed next time, if then." Then he bent to pull up the hem and I raised my arms so he could pull it up over my head. "There now, that wasn't so bad ... was it?" Paul smiled as he obviously let his eyes take in the site of my naked self, from head to toe.
Then he grabbed the cape and walked behind me to fasten it around my neck. That done he let the fingers of one hand trail down my back to my buns and then back up to my waist as he guided me to sit down on the chair.
"Do you mind if I make myself a little more comfortable? These shorts are a whole lot tighter through the waist than I thought they were."
"No, not at all."
I heard the rustle of clothes. I had thought Paul was just going to loosen his waistband, but when he came into view a few second later to plug in his razor into the wall socket, I saw he was stark naked. He looked, as most young guys do, better with his clothes off than on. I did not see a hair on him, not even in his butt crack as he bent over to plug in the razor. Then he turned to walk back to me, and he had no visible hair anywhere on him, except on his head and his eyebrows. His cock was long, fat and heavy looking as it laid virtually motionless over his full round balls. God Almighty, I thought, now I know why his basket looked so packed.
Not giving my perusal of his body a second thought, he immediately started to use the razor on my head. It went quickly, and then he touched up a few places with his scissors and before I knew it, the hair cut was done. He took off the cape, catching as much hair as he could in its folds and funnelled it into the trash basket that was by the kitchen cupboards. He then grabbed the soft bristled broom I had beside the basket and swept up the hair that had hit the floor. I was still sitting in the chair watching all this, when he unexpectedly started using the broom to sweep off the stray hairs that had landed on my legs that were not covered by the cape. That all done and cleaned up, he then helped me over to the mirror to show me the finished product. The hair cut was perfect ... just what I wanted.
"How much do I owe you?" I said "I couldn't ask for a better hair cut"
"Thanks ... but there is no charge. Just one neighbor helping another." he said, as he moved up closer to my back and I felt his still soft thick cock laying in my ass crack.
"Well, as much as I am tempted to try to help you out by accommodating this thing" I said as I wiggled and flexed my butt cheeks, smiling with a responsive lengthening and thickening of his youthful cock "I am afraid that is going to have to wait until I heal up a bit more"
"I wasn't looking for you to do anything today. Just want you to remember me when you feel you are ready. I have heard you are a great lay ... and I just want to get my number in the queue."
"Ha ha ha ... you make me sound like I am the resident deli counter." I laughed as I flexed my butt again
"Sorry, didn't mean it like that" he said with a self conscious smile. Changing the subject a bit, as he ran his fingers down my abdomen near my incision "Actually, for some reason I have always been turned on by surgical scars, and yours is going to be a beauty"
Suddenly, he steps back and gives my butt a slap and says "Let me help you back on with this dress type thing, and then I can help you back to bed if you want."
"I appreciate the help getting the caftan back on, but I think I will sit up for a while." I said appreciatively. "Will you join me for a coffee? I was just about to put on a pot"
"Sure ... if you think you can stand my company"
"Of course I can stand your company. We are neighbors and we haven't even gotten to know each other yet."
As I put the coffee on, Paul, still naked, moved the chair back to where it was at the dining table, and we continued talking comfortably together.
"That would never fit me" Paul exclaimed out of the blue.
"What wouldn't fit you" I asked
"That !!" pointing to an oversized "french tickler" that was displayed on a table against the wall on an oversized wooden cock ... a gag gift from some friends months before.
"Oh come on. You have a nice looking and big cock from the looks and feel of it" I said, stroking my butt in explanation "but that thing must be a foot or more long."
"Want me to prove it?" he asked eagerly
"Okay, go ahead and prove it" I said, now intrigued.
Without touching himself, his cock started to immediately harden and thicken as he retrieved the "french tickler" from the fake cock and he started to roll it up so, when fully hard, he could roll it down his own cock. I poured our coffee's and carried them to the table, hardly able to keep my eyes from Paul's display. Soon he was full hard and his cock was bouncing with each pulse of his heart, a drop precum oozing out his slit. With a smile, he wiped the precum off his dickhead and sucked it off his finger while staring right in my eyes. Then he looked down as he started to eased the "french tickler" down over his hard cock shaft.
"Okay, I judged it a bit wrong" he smiled "it's a little bit bigger than I am ... but not much"
And I had to admit he was right. His cock must have been 11" or 11 1/2" when fully erect. And fat, I would term it beer can thick.
"Well, you've answered one question for us both" I said as he rolled the tickler off his cock and replaced onto the fake cock. "There is no way you are getting into my butt with that thing" I laughed.
Paul laughed "There are other ways to satisfy without penetration"
He sat down across from me, taking a sip of his coffee, while still smiling into my eyes. He was right. I guess I could throw the thing over my shoulder and burp it, I thought to myself chuckling.
"Say, I have heard you and Roy have a balcony up here. You mind if I see it?"
"Yeah, we do. Come on and follow me" I said as I got up. Paul stood up and he had lost none of his hardness. As we walked out the apartment door to go down the short hallway to the balcony, I indicated his bobbing cock and asked "Doesn't that thing go down?"
"It will go soft again. Its just it gets hard a whole lot faster than it goes back soft again." he smirked
I opened the door and we were immediately in the fresh air, enjoying the privacy of the balcony. We still carried our coffee's. Paul set his on the wide railing as he came up behind me, his cock poking me through the material right into my butt crack. When I did nothing to stop him, he slowly started to raise the caftan to my waist, pointed his cock down a bit and slid it between my legs. His cock was so long, when he let go I could feel his shaft snap up against my balls and perineum and I could look down and see his cock head as I looked straight down. I moved my thighs tightly together, trapping his hard cock between my flexing muscles. While holding he caftan up with one hand, Paul reached around and grabbed my hardening cock in the other. When I was fully hard, he started fucking his throbbing cock between my gripping thighs, matching his long strokes to shorter ones with his hand on my cock.
As his precum oozed, it made his movements between my thighs easier. With each stroke his cock made, it rubbed against and excited my balls and perineum ... causing my cum to churn and start moving me towards climax. I set my coffee cup down, gripped the hand rail and laid my head back on Paul's shoulder ... and then his hot lips and tongue were kissing up and down my neck, teasing my ears. As my cum boiled and brought me closer and closer to orgasm, I turned my head towards Paul and his lips locked with mine, out tongues doing battle. I moaned into his mouth as my cum quickly shot into his waiting hand, catching most of what I spewed. As my cock stopped cumming, Paul suddenly tensed and moaned loudly into my mouth as his tongue found new life. He held still, spewing his load in his cupped hand as well, our sperm mixing together. I could feel each pulse of his hard thick cock as he oozed forth his load. Then he brought his sperm filled hand up to my mouth and he let me suck back about half and then he downed the rest and licked his big hand clean.
Paul stepped back a bit and let my caftan fall back into place ... and then moved up once again behind me "Now it is soft" he said as he kissed down my neck once more and then turned my head to plant a quick kiss on my lips.
We picked up our now nearly cold coffee's and headed back to my apartment.
"Well, that was a little unexpected. Real nice ... but unexpected" I grinned
"Yes, it was. I hope I didn't hurt you or your incision"
"I am fine ... thanks for your concern ... but no need to be. I am going to have this smile on my face for the rest of the day, I think"
"If it starts fading, you just have to holler down stairs and I can come right back up and give you a new smile" Paul chuckled
"I just might take you up on that." I smiled
After some more small talk, Paul packed up his hair cutting stuff and was on his way. I grabbed a quick lunch and laid down for the afternoon. Drifting off to sleep shortly after my head hit the pillow. I woke up again as I felt the caftan being moved. I must have been having an erotic dream because, when I looked down I first saw a tent in the caftan and then Ed's face smiling back at me.
"Shhhhhh" Ed said "just lay back and let me have my fun"
So I laid back, felt the air caress my groin as the caftan was lifted in front up to my waist ... and then I once again felt Ed's hot wet mouth sink over my hard cock. Again his lips, tongue and gums worked madly on my hard cock bringing me to a faster than expected orgasm. One that was more intense than I expected as well, considering I had already cum twice earlier that day. But Ed's sucking was rewarded with yet another full load of my creamy white jism ... and once more Ed did not want me to reciprocate.
Once again, Ed arranged dinner and we ate together and he filled me in on his meetings. Just as I started clearing the table, my phone rang. It was my brother. They, my family, felt it would be better for me if I moved back to my hometown for a while. To my old rooms in the family house actually. In the family home, I had my own entrance to a living room and bedroom with my own bath. Meals were always eaten in the main part of the house. They felt since I was going to be off work for at least 2 more months, maybe more, I should move back there where I could live at no charge and save the money I still had in the bank. I told my brother to give an hour or two to think about it and I would call him back.
No sooner had I hung up the phone than Roy came sweeping into the apartment again, having just arrived home from work. I explained the phone call from my brother to them, and they agreed that financially it might be the best choice for me to make. Although, they were going to miss me as much as I was going to miss them and my life in the big city. I would be moving far enough north that visiting would not be easy. So, I called my brother back and told him I thought moving back home was the best option for me right now and he said he would be down early the next morning with a truck to bring me home. Ed, Roy and Paul all helped me find boxes and pack everything up that night ... so all I would have in the morning would be my bedding and towels etc. We all said our good-byes with hugs and kisses and a few glassy eyes.
The next morning, Ed decided to give me one of his special wake up calls and again brought breakfast with him. I was beginning to realize why people called it "being gummed to death". But I loved it. I would probably miss his wake up calls the most. A couple hours later my brother showed up with a buddy of his and they packed everything into the truck he had driven down. I sat by the passenger door in the truck, with my brothers buddy in the middle. My brother had gone inside to use the washroom before we left, and while he was gone, his supposedly straight buddy put his hand on my knee and gave my leg a long stroke right up to my crotch.
At this point, he turned his head to me and grinned "Glad you are coming home Peter. I think now that we are older, we are going to have more things in common that we can discover together."
Just then, my brother hopped into the drivers seat and we were off. I was surprisingly feeling that moving back home again might not be as boring as I first thought. It surely wasn't. But that story might be told in another series.