Hey Nurse

Hey Nurse

I never thought I would turn out to be roommates and close friends with a gay guy.  But that’s how it all landed, with Jake and me.  I didn’t actually know he was gay until last semester, when we moved in together.  There were clues before, but I’m kind of clueless sometimes.   

We are college juniors, age 20, and we became close friends freshman year on the football team.  Jake quit the team halfway through last year.  The thing with Jake is that he actually has a brain, he’s smart. And he decided he wanted to quit football and focus a lot more on academics.  His goal is to get into medical school. He’s really into health and how the human body works, and stuff like that.

Me, I’m more an average student, simple minded. I’m a big easy-going lunk and my #1 thing is playing football. I just want to have fun and pass my classes and graduate. I’ll figure out later what comes next.

So yeah, Jake and me, we live off campus, not too far from the stadium, in a first-floor apartment on a side street.  It’s been going pretty well.  He’s one of my best friends and he’s a great roommate. I’m kind of a slob and he does a lot of the stuff I can’t seem to do, like most of the dishes, and taking out trash, and stuff like that.  I should do more but I just can’t get organized the way he can.  It’s why I like football: they give you a schedule and your job is simple: you just show up and do it.  And it ends up being great experience. You don’t have to come up with the plans on your own.  Coaches and staff, that’s their job.

Anyway, me and Jake.  When I first learned he is secretly gay, I had weird thoughts inside, like, what if my friend gets attracted to me? I’m one of the best looking guys on the team, and everywhere I go girls have always been after me even though I have a girlfriend.  I’m 6 foot 3, blond hair and blue eyes, very handsome with a big thick solid build all over. I weigh 235 pounds and a lot of it is muscle.  On the team my position is Tight End. I like it a lot because I don’t just do the same one thing all the time.  It’s a mix of blocking, rushing, and catching.  Each game is different.

Jake was pretty good on the football team as a freshman, but he wasn’t really on my level. He liked football in high school and he figured, why not keep going with it.  Me, on the other hand, football was and is my favorite thing. I love the game and I also just like being part of the team, the tribe.  Also I’m a few inches taller and bigger and stronger than Jake, and that probably helped to make me a better player.  

Jake is 6 foot 1 and probably weighs 190 to 200.  He’s still in great shape but he gets to work out just for fun or health now, at the campus gym.  He goes there a lot, almost every day.  He’s free from the brutal team practices and the intense workouts given by the football team’s strength-conditioning coaches.  I hate it sometimes, the intensity and the soreness after, but I’ll tell you, man, that shit works. The coaches know what they are doing with us. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can’t believe how strong and powerful I’m getting.  I’m starting to look like a real life He-Man, the big blond superhero from the comics.

Oh yeah, I didn’t even tell you my name. I’m Connor. I’m straight and I have a girlfriend, although that’s been kind of tense lately.  Her roommate is uptight and doesn’t feel comfortable with me staying over, but my girlfriend hates staying with me ‘cause my room is a mess and I am a total slob, like I said.  She nags and nags, whenever she’s at my place.  I just try to shrug it all off.  The sex is pretty good, at least when I’m getting some.  Not as much lately.  Maybe she’s getting tired of being with a dumb jock who’s also a slob, even if he is good looking.  I probably would be tired of me too, LOL.

I learned Jake is gay when I came rushing back to the apartment one morning to get something I forgot.  He didn’t expect me to come back, and he was watching porn with headphones, in his room but with the door wide open.  And the way he flipped out so intensely when he saw me, plus I thought I saw two guys on the screen for that half-second… it made me wonder, because we’re close friends who laugh and joke about everything, and what’s so bad about watching some porn, right?  And I had been wondering why he seemed less and less interested in girls, since two years ago when we were new friends and he was girl-crazy, or at least he acted like it.

Jake is good looking too, in his own way, with his smart-guy glasses and his fit muscles and his dark brown beard and chest hair.  He looks more like 22 to 24 than 20, with the beard.  Me, I can’t grow a real beard at all, I’m a big blond smoothie, face and body. It runs in the family I guess. 

Anyway, the porn. I saw a quick flash of it and I kind of knew, it was guy on guy stuff that he was watching.  So I asked Jake. “Dude! Was that gay porn? Is that what the big deal is, here? I mean, it’s okay if it was…  I’m just asking ‘cause you got so freaked out.” 

Jake said “NO!” and he tried to change the subject.

But then two nights later, he told me.  Not just the porn, but he explained to me he’s been dealing with this issue on his own lately.  He’s been trying to figure out if he’s attracted to guys more than to girls, and he thinks the answer is yes.  He said he doesn’t want to go to the gay student group, because then everybody sees you and everybody talks and everybody knows, and he’s just not ready for that.

I decided to act cool about it and I said it’s no problem, and we’re still solid as friends, it doesn’t change anything between us, all that supportive type of stuff.  Jake was really glad to hear that. But inside, I was not sure how I felt.  He also wanted me to help him keep this a secret until he’s ready to tell more people. I said of course. It was the least I could do, I mean, Jake is one of my best friends, one of my favorite people in the world.  And living with me, he washes our dishes every day and cleans out the fridge, and all that kind of house stuff. 

A month later I had an incident with our next door neighbor.  This guy approached me on the sidewalk outside our house, and he said in a hostile way, “Yo. Big guy.  You and your buddy in there, you two are fags, right?”

My ice blue eyes stared down into his dark ones.  I spoke before thinking but at least it was honest.  “I’m straight. My buddy is my friend, and I’m cool with everything about him.  Why are you getting into our business. We don’t get into yours.  What’s the problem?” 

He looked up at me, still angry, and he went on. “Yeah well, it’s my fuckin’ business when I have to hear it.  See that window right over there, next door to you, that’s MY window. I don’t wanna hear whatever fuckin’ private sexual shit you guys do in there. Don’t go throwing it in my fuckin’ face, makin’ me have to listen to it.”

I blushed in surprise. I didn’t know Jake was inviting other guys over for sex in his room when I wasn’t there.  But then in the next instant I realized, well, why not. I have my girlfriend over sometimes, and we’ve fucked in my room. I said to the angry neighbor dude, “Oh Jesus, I had no idea. Okay, I’ll take care of it, I’ll talk to him.” 

I could have gone aggressive on this guy for calling us fags.  At 6 foot 3 and 235 pounds of muscle I’m huge compared to him.  And, I’m athletically trained to take anybody down hard, if I need to. But I was thrown off my game by the awkwardness of what he was actually angry about. I just wanted to end the confrontation fast.  So I let it go. 

I downplayed it for Jake that night, but I did tell him.  “So yeah you really need to keep the noise down, if you have somebody over, OK? ‘Cause otherwise…  this guy, he’s going to be a problem.” 

Jake was embarrassed and said he would be more careful from now on.  But he couldn’t resist adding a bit more, with a mischievous smile on his face.  “For the record, though – it hasn’t been me making the noise, if you know what I mean.  I might have done things to somebody, things that made *him* make noise… “

I waved my arms in the air.  “Too much information, bro! Too much!”  And I retreated to my room, laughing.  But what Jake said must have stayed in my mind, because of what happened next.

Like I said earlier, things between me and my girlfriend were sometimes good and sometimes tense.  And late one night after we had fought on the phone, I poked around online and I watched some porn to take my mind off the girlfriend and our fight.  Then I lay in my bed and slid my sweatpants and underwear down, and I started to stroke my dick and jack off. 

To my surprise, while jacking off, my brain suddenly pulled up an imaginary scene of Jake fucking a boy in the next room.  Jake’s body is on top of the boy, Jake is fucking him, and the boy is going “Ohh! Uhh! OHHH!” as Jake fucks him hard.  I see this crystal clear image of Jake’s strong fit body fucking some other guy, Jake’s arms pinning him down.  Jake’s butt muscles are flexing hard, pumping, as he fucks the boy right up the ass. I had never ever thought of this stuff in my head before, it definitely was not the category of porn I was watching earlier.  And within seconds, it made me cum.  Not just cum like usual; this was immediate, huge, and intense.  A thick jet of white spunk flew right out my dick, clear over my head and onto the bedroom wall behind me.

It happened a few more times after that.  I never said anything to Jake.  And I tried to focus more of my thoughts back onto my girlfriend, or fantasize about other hot girls who flirt with me around campus.

Fall Semester ended, winter break and the holidays happened, and we all came back for Spring semester a few weeks ago. I had to come back earlier, for football practice and the first game of January.  Everything was good though… until the day I started to feel just a little bit lousy. And then worse, and worse.

I ignored the symptoms at first.  Weird, floaty feelings of muscle weakness, which is the opposite of how I usually feel physically.  I’m a strong machine, I’m like a bull, I never get sick.  And on the team I am known for doing anything the coaches want me to do, and doing a good job with it. 

But this was different. I started to feel a few shivers and I thought of calling in sick to the game, but it didn’t seem that bad.  So I played.  It was a fucking cold day though, out there on the field. By the end of the game I felt really dizzy and weak and it was like a big sledgehammer of fatigue came crashing down on me.  I went home sick and stayed sick. It got worse, with rising fever and chills.  I hadn’t been sick like that in a long time, maybe four or five years ago when I was in high school. 

Jake said it was a classic case of the flu. He pointed out flu is short for influenza, which used to kill people.  Thanks buddy, good to know.  It sure felt like it.

My girlfriend stayed the hell away from me, she didn’t want to catch it.  But Jake for some reason didn’t care about that, and he was concerned about getting me through the worst of it. Getting me better became his project… and he became my personal nurse.

I was so out of it and weak with fever that I didn’t think much about it.  My body might have looked the same big strong shape, but it felt like all the actual strength in it was gone.  If you ever had a really bad case of the flu, then you know.

Every few hours a knocking sound would happen at my door.  I’d say, “Hey Nurse.”  Then Jake would come bounding into my room with his smiling bearded face and a tall mug of hot tea, and he’d say “Hydration time, buddy.”  Or he’d bring me some takeout Chinese food or a plate of roast chicken and mashed potatoes.  I didn’t have much of an appetite, but Jake said to eat and drink plenty.  He also made me take vitamins.  Sometimes the tea was strongly brewed ginger tea; he said it would help me.  I drank it. I felt half-dead and was in no position to disagree. 

I just laid there in my bed, sweating and exhausted and sick, and this is how several days and nights went by.  Knock-knock.  Hey Nurse.  Thanks, Nurse.  I ate half of it, is that enough?  OK, OK, I’ll drink some more Gatorade.  Whatever you say, Jake. 

And thanks, my friend. Don’t know what I would do here, without you, if I was alone.

My head was a blur and my body just felt heavy like lead, and it all ached from head to toe.  My temperature stayed mostly around 102 to 103 fahrenheit, four degrees above normal.  And we tried to get it down with cold/flu medicine but my body is so big the dose didn’t work that much, and Jake was cautious about double-dosing.  Mostly all I could do was sleep and sleep and sleep some more.  For days and nights and days and nights. 

One of my coaches came by to be sure I didn’t need to go to the hospital.  He said “Shit, that’s some bad flu you got.  Connor, we’re thinking of you, man, but… stay away from the team!”  I nodded and smiled faintly and said “Yup.”  Didn’t have the strength to laugh.

On day 4, in the morning, Jake knocked and brought me some breakfast: a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of orange juice, a small plate of scrambled eggs, and a banana. “I want to see you eat more today, 41.” He sometimes calls me Connor and sometimes calls me Blondie or Big Boy, and sometimes he calls me #41, my jersey number.

It’s almost as much food as I eat normally, when I’m healthy.  But it looks like too much now, when I’m sick.  But I say I’ll try.

Jake says “I’m going to class now, and some other stuff, but when I’m back, there’s more to do. You and this room smell fuckin’ awful, and it’s time for a refresh.  But just eat this, and then rest a lot. OK?” I say OK.  He reaches down and puts a hand on my shoulder.  The t-shirt is wet with sweat.  But he keeps his hand there on me for a moment and he says “I think you’re a little better today. I can see it.  You’re starting to get better.” He pauses and says, “You got this, Connor.” 

Then he brings me water and a dose of cold medicine, and he goes off to class.  I pick at the eggs and oatmeal but then I think of how my teammates are waiting for me to get better and strong again, and how if Jake made this whole breakfast just for me, the least I can do is eat it.  So I do, appetite or no appetite. I get it all down, obediently, the food and then the cold medicine. It’s all stuff I have to take.  And I lay back and fall deep asleep.

Jake comes back around mid-day.  Plates and bowls and cups cover the surface of my nightstand next to the bed.  I say “Hey Nurse. Look. I ate everything.”

He smiles broadly. I notice that when he was out, he also got a haircut, and his dark brown beard is trimmed a little, it looks good. He looks down at the sight of me, so big yet helpless, sprawled across in my bed, and he says with a grin, “Good job, Blondie.” 

Then Jake orders me up out of bed, tells me to go take a shower and change my clothes.  He’s assembled for me a set of clean clothes to wear, including one of his oversize T-shirts.  I stagger slowly into the bathroom and take the shower.  I wash my body all over. I think my last shower was maybe two days ago, it’s hard to remember.  I was very sick for that one and I felt like a wreck, even in the shower.  But today this feels really good, the very warm water all over me, and the soap and shampoo.  I stand in there for a long time, like I’m in a daze or a trance.  Finally I get out and towel off naked and slowly put on all these new clean clothes, piece by piece. I still feel weak and shaky, but definitely better than before. I chuckle out loud, happy. It’s true, I’m getting better!

I get back to my room and I’m surprised.  Jake has stripped my bedsheets off the bed, it’s a bare mattress. He’s also gathered up all my dirty clothes.  “Cleanup time” he says with a smile.  I’m confused because it’s my bed and I want to lie down, I need to.  But he says “I put a new set of spare sheets on my bed.  You’ll stay there for the next few hours.” 

My mind slowly adjusts to this information.  “OK, Nurse.”

Seconds later I’m in Jake’s room and I’m falling slowly into Jake’s bed.  God, I am fucking tired but I feel clean, I do feel a lot better. Jake’s bed smells good and it feels really nice.  He has a better mattress. I need a better mattress, I’m a big guy and mine is falling apart.  I’m exhausted. Fever is going away, but it’s not down to normal yet. I slowly roll onto my side and hug Jake’s extra pillow and I fall deep, deep asleep.  The dreams are kind of nice this time, not all feverish and fucked-up.

When Jake comes back hours later, he peeks in to check on me.  I pretend to be asleep because sleep is what he told me to do. I hear a rustling and activity in my room down the hall, and then he comes back and says “OK, transfer time, your new bed is ready.”

Jake gets me some more cold medicine and I take it, and he guides me back into my own bed. It’s clean and feels really good.  He also had kept the windows open, blowing cold fresh air through the room. Now he has a space heater warming my room back up again.  And the air in the room is clean, fresh, healthy.  Suddenly this big surge of gratitude comes up inside me. It’s almost emotional-like.  I look at him and said, “Jake. Thank you.”

Jake waves his hand and smiles, scratching his beard. “No problem.  I just want to help you get back to health and in the game.”  He says he’ll put away my clothes and make some lunch for me while I rest. I say “Jake I’m starting to feel better, I can do this stuff...” but the tiredness and cold medicine are kicking in.  My voice drifts off and I snuggle into the pillow and sink into another round of sleep. 

When I wake up an hour later, I get another surprise, and it’s even bigger.

My arms are wrapped around something large, cozy and very warm.  It’s Jake. My body is wrapped spoon-like around his, and he is right here in my two-person (queen size) bed with me. Cuddling. I’m holding Jake tight and close, and he feels warm and solid in my arms.  Waking to discover us like this, I startle in surprise. Jake feels it and he says “Hey there. So uh… you can hold me some more, or I can go…” and I murmur, “how, what —why am I holding you?”

Still facing away from me as I hold him in my arms, Jake says, “You asked me to. In your sleep.”

I’m even more surprised.  “I did?” 

“You did.” Jake’s head full of dark brown hair nods in front of my own as I keep on holding his body. My mind is slowly processing this.  He says I asked to hold him.

Both my hands are resting on Jake’s chest as we lay there, me holding him.  My hands notice the chest, I feel the texture of its light fur beneath his t-shirt, and feel his thick strong pectoral muscles at rest, feel his breathing rise and fall softly.  Holding Jake feels very awkward, very intimate, very warm…  and really really REALLY good.  Confusing.  I have an urge to stop it, and yet I want it to continue, not end. 

I hold him a moment longer, both of us breathing slow and resting perfectly still.  Finally I say “ok I’m good” and he slides gently out of my arms and goes down the hall. I hear sounds from the kitchen.

Laying there in bed and hearing Jake in the kitchen, I become aware that my dick is hard, the first erection since I got sick almost a week ago.  And I realize, oh fuck, my hard dick was probably pressed against Jake, I didn’t even know that was going on, and what if he felt it when I held him.  He probably did feel it.

And now here Jake comes again, back with lunch, more food for me.  I grin a big smile like normal, my happy healthy self.  “Hey Nurse.”  He’s brought me a tuna-cheese-melt sandwich, and another bottle of Gatorade.  And another day’s vitamins.

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That day was my turnaround. Clean bed, clean body, clean clothes, clean air in my room. Each day after this, I got back more strength and energy, and a few days later I came back to football practice and was able to keep up with most of it.  They kept me out of the next game, but it was so damn good to be back, and feeling ready to jump back in the game as soon as I could.

And privately, at home, I missed Jake’s care sometimes.  I didn’t want to be sick again, that’s for damn sure.  But it was nice the way he fed me nourishing meals and brought me whatever I needed, and did everything for me like laundry and stuff, and he just cared about me so much. 

When I finally reconnected with my girlfriend – two days after I started to get better, which was the day I held Jake in my bed – I realized she hadn’t been there for me at all.  She texted me each day. But she could have come over and visited me a few times, even just once, if she cared.  We sat over lunch on the main campus and we talked about maybe breaking up. She got defensive and said "you know I’m phobic about germs” and said I was blaming her when I was the one who got sick. Then she said, oh by the way, why did you stupidly play a football game in extreme cold weather when you were starting to get the flu? 

To me, that was the 100% wrong thing to say.  The opposite of what I was looking to hear. 

In anger, late that afternoon, I pushed my body harder than I should have at the strength/conditioning workout. It was my first time back since being sick with the flu, and it was a legs and lower body workout. God, those are the hardest.  I don’t know what I was thinking, trying so hard, I wasn’t anywhere near back to 100% health and strength yet.  But I was so frustrated by the girlfriend thing and the stuff she said to me.  

So I strained and pressed and squeezed and lifted and squatted with all I had to give.  I staggered out of there and teammates said “Whoa Connor, we heard you were in bad shape. Coach was almost going to take you to the hospital. But look at you, back on the attack!” I laughed and said “Damn straight. #41 is back!” I acted like it was true, but I could feel my big thick legs and butt were not so powerful today at all, in fact, they had been pushed to total exhaustion. I was staggering and almost shaking when I walked out of there.

The next day, the muscle soreness in my legs and butt was much more intense than anything I had experienced before.  I had definitely pushed too hard, and should have gone easier after just getting over the flu. The soreness and muscle ache were so bad, that evening I actually fell down and had to grab onto the kitchen table, when I got up after eating.  Jake came out of his room and asked “You okay?”  I said yeah, it’s just that my muscles are so fucking sore.

Jake grinned.  “You can ask the nurse for some physical therapy, anytime.”

I grinned back, aware that Jake was flirting with me, overtly, for the first time.  And I remembered how I had held him in bed, and apparently that happened because I asked for it. In my sleep. Maybe I was under the influence of cold medicine, but still, I asked him to get in bed with me like that.  And now here I was, in need, my muscles were sobbing with soreness and desperate for relief.  He was offering it.

I said to Jake, “Thanks, I’ll consider it.” 

He said, “Seriously. You just drink some more Gatorade now, and I’ll ask you again in an hour.  I’m telling you, I can get the soreness down by half, just moving your muscles around some.  You’d be in better shape tomorrow.”

I said “Jesus, tomorrow. That’s the next workout. I can barely fuckin’ stand up!”

Jake went to the refrigerator, pulled out a large bottle of Gatorade, handed it to me and said “Drink.”

“Yes, Nurse.” 

I lifted the bottle to my mouth and chugged, chugged, chugged, chugged.  He was right, I did need to hydrate more.

Jake smiled “Good job.  Okay, 41, here’s the deal.  We have a massage appointment an hour from now.  My room.  You can cancel, but for now it’s on the schedule.”  And he grinned, nodded, and walked slowly back down the hall. 

My eyes lingered on the way Jake’s muscular body moved, at ease and confident, as he walked down the hallway to his room.  And I felt my dick stir to life just a little, down between my big sore legs.

And I thought, fuck, this is getting confusing.  If I start to get turned on by my friend who’s also my roommate, will it fuck everything up?  Am I still straight?  What’s going on here?  Is he going to, like, turn me gay or something?

Then I snapped to attention and told myself:  Dude, relax.  You’re thinking too much.

But I knew I did want that massage.  Needed it.  My legs and butt were still sore, and aching so damn bad. 

An hour later I’m knocking on Jake’s door. “Hey Nurse.”  Then I’m in Jake’s room and I’m laying on my belly, stretched out on his bed, wearing just a T shirt and some boxer shorts.  He’s put some towels beneath me.  He’s cranked up his portable space-heater along with the radiator, and the bedroom is nice and warm. 

Jake’s hands begin to work on my legs.  Kneading and working the muscles, gently, tapping into all that soreness.  The mix of pain and release in my thighs and hamstrings and calves feels like agony and good medicine at the same time.  His hands feel very warm and big and good on me, moving, pressing, stroking. He turns me over onto my back and hoists a leg up onto his shoulder.  My leg is relaxed resting on him, and he kneads it more deeply as it hangs on him.  At precise points, he presses his fingers deep into the soreness.  Wow.  The sensation is so fucking good. I can’t believe how much he’s getting in there, deep in my muscle tissues, penetrating them.  Then the other leg, same thing.  Fingers pressing deep into my quadricep, my hamstring, finding pockets of soreness and fatigue and just pressing down on them real good.

I’ve had my eyes closed but now I open them and look up at him, now, in the low light of his bedroom.  Jake’s strong hands and arms, his whole body and his handsome brown-eyed bearded face are in soft concentration, as he works on me.

Then he says “I want to use some oil.  Gonna take your shirt off now, so it doesn’t get stained.”  I instinctively raise my arms to comply, and Jake pulls my T-shirt up over my head.  He takes out a bottle of extra-light olive oil borrowed from the kitchen, and he turns me back over onto my belly again.  His warm fingers spread oil all over my back and shoulders and triceps, and he leans down on me.  His hands are pressing and massaging as the oil allows his hands to slide and glide effortlessly on my bare skin.  It feels great. 

He says “Damn, Connor, so much muscle all over you. Big.  And it’s all so smooth.”

I chuckle as his hands press and caress and massage my big thick broad back and shoulders.  I say nothing. Neither does Jake. His warm big hands just keep moving all over me, and what he’s doing to me has me feeling so fucking good.

Then he oils up each of my thick beefy legs and massages them again.  The soreness is still deep in my leg muscles but he already got a lot of it released and moved around, and they feel much better.  His hands are doing some really good things to me.  Then he reaches up and tugs gently on the waistband of my underwear.  “Let’s get this off… I want to work on your butt.”  I’m a big relaxed and blissed-out puddle of muscle at this point.  I simply do what he said, reaching down to help slide the underwear down.  Jake pulls them down further and I lift my legs a little and he slides them down and off. 

Jake’s hands on my big round naked butt, wow.  I was not expecting it to feel like it did.  His warm hands working on my butt, it just felt so fucking incredible and a brand new experience.  Nobody had ever man-handled my ass muscles like that before.  Jake went full bore on me, squeezing and kneading and really digging in there. I reflexively started moaning, my eyes closed. “Ohhhhh…. Fuck that’s nice….”

Then he bent one of my legs a little at the knee, and he leaned in and moved his hands around and under my hip and ass, and this felt even more intimate.  Like, the outside of his hand was touching my balls, and his hands were working that ass muscle and the hip structure around it, working it all so deep, opening it up, touching and working on stuff I did not even know was in there.  Ever had somebody’s hands really dig deep into your butt muscles and your groin, real deep like that? Sweet Jesus, it is amazing. I had no idea.

This all went on and on, more of it, then finally his two hands came to rest on my lower back and he just held them there on my skin.  I let out a long low moaning sound. My whole body felt relaxed and so warm. I was buzzing all over with sensation, good sensation, especially deep in my glutes.

Jake just kept his two warm hands still on my lower back….. then he said “Okay.”  And then he bent down and I felt his lips kiss me once, quick and gentle, on the shoulder.  His beard tickled my bare skin as he kissed it. 

Then he said “I’ll let you get up and take a shower, rinse the oil off.”  And he left his room, leaving me laying there naked on his bed.  I realized I hadn’t wanted it to end.  So much good feeling inside me.   When I slowly got up, alone in his room, I saw there was a huge wet spot on the towel. My dick had been dribbling out precum and more precum all this time, and I did not know it. I guess I really was feeling good during all of that experience.

I took the towels off the bed and took them with me into the bathroom.  And as I stood in the warm wet shower, I realized Jake’s hands really did get a lot of soreness out of me, maybe half of it, just like he’d promised.

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That night, in my bed, I had the most intense sexual dream about me and Jake.  Then I “woke up” inside the dream and I was here in our apartment with Jake, and I told him about the dream, and he smiled and said “Yeah, that was real actually.” And he kissed me and I kissed him back and I grabbed the back of his head and I really kissed him with intensity, and then-  SNAP! I woke up completely.  I was alone, in the dark, in my bed.  And something liquid was warm and wet and cooling down, along the entire side of my torso.  It was my own fresh load of cum.

Oh fuck, I realized, I just had a sex dream about me and Jake… and it was so good that I came during it!

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Two nights later I was sore again from the football workout, and I’d been thinking a lot about how good that first massage from Jake was.  So this time, I didn’t wait.  “Hey Nurse. Can I get another massage tonight?”

His deep brown eyes twinkled, and he smiled broadly.  “You sure can.”

This time we just got right to it.  We had me laying there bare-ass naked from the start, eagerly saying “Let’s do this -- bring on the oil.”  And Jake worked on me just as good as he had done the last time.  It was so fucking good all over again, I was in heaven.  And this time, I could feel my cock getting really hard. Jake’s warm hands were working deep on my oiled-up butt and thighs, and I was getting really turned on, even more than the time before. I wanted more but I didn’t know what that would be.

Then Jake’s hand reached under my hips a little, enough that it brushed slow against my hard dick.  Then he said “Ok, close your eyes and let me do something. You can stop me anytime you want to, but I hope you don’t. Just let me do this.”

I lay there naked in the warm room and I heard Jake sliding off his clothes.  My dick pulsed again, excited, as I wondered what he was about to do with me. 

Then he got on the bed behind me and guided my ass muscles apart. The next thing I knew, his bearded face was nuzzling up in the cleft of my butt.  Oh my god.  Jake is going to….

... and, oh fuck, he sure did!  The next 15 minutes was me moaning softly in ecstasy, as Jake licked and nuzzled and made love to my butthole with his warm wet tongue and with his whole face.  His tongue went as far in my hole as it could.  Licking, exploring.  His soft beard tickled and teased my bare skin. He was licking and kissing private parts of me that had never been touched by anybody until now.  He was growling softly, his warm breath sending soft waves of fire into my hole.  His voice was purring deep and low into my butt as he licked it, “rrrmm mmm….. rrrmm mmm!... mmmmm….”  And the way he was making those sounds, I knew: Jake had wanted to do this to me for a long time.  He was having a fantasy come true right now, his face and tongue getting up there in my big beefy smooth muscle butt.  And the sensations from his tongue and breath and beard were driving me crazy with lust too.

Then he moved us around on the bed, head to toe kind-of. Our faces were in each other’s crotches and his dick was right in my face.  Wow.  It was huge, up close.  I thought, damn, Jake must be a “grower” because I saw it soft and it wasn’t all big and thick like this!  His warm wet mouth began to suck on my dick and it felt amazing.  I tentatively licked his dick, on the head, then started to suck on it, opening my mouth wide.  It tasted so good and felt so big and alive in my mouth. 

Jake was able to let my dick slide right on down his throat, and I went crazy with joy from that.  I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dick into his mouth. He licked and savored every drop of it.  But when I tried to do the same for him, his big dick knocked against the back of my throat and I gagged a little.  First-timer problems, maybe.  I wanted to do what he was doing to me but I couldn’t. So I just held his dick with my hand, stroking it, and swirling my mouth and tongue around and around the big thick head of it.  Jake liked this a lot. His hips were bucking into my mouth and he moved his mouth off my dick and back onto my butthole.  His dick was in my mouth and his tongue in my butt.  So warm and wet and sensual, it made me feel fucking great. 

Then Jake moved us again, putting me face down again on the bed, moving his body on top of mine, spreading his body out over mine.  He held me down and put his dick between the cheeks of my ass.  First in my mouth and now in the crack of my butt, I felt that dick again, wow, so big and warm and thick.  Bigger than I expected.  It felt almost hot, pressing along my butt.  I started to breathe deeper with excitement. 

Jake wrapped his arms around me and I felt his whole body weight pressing down on me, his hard dick humping up and down along the cleft of my butt.  His face came down to my ear and he said softly, “Fuck, Connor, you big beautiful blond beefy fuckin’ stud…   Fuck, I wanna give it to you, man.” 

I got so turned on the way he said it, and his beard brushing on my neck.  Instinctively my butt arched back to hump back along his dick. He whispered again deep into my ear, his voice low and rough “Yeah… time to fuckin’ open up… show me you want it… fuck, yeah…”

And then he wrapped both arms around me and humped me even more vigorously, and his hands on my chest tugged on my nipples. Oh FUCK!  My nipples?! Shit, this was a fucking totally new thing too.  And it instantly drove me crazy.  I had no idea the little tits on my big pec muscles were this fucking sensitive!  What Jake was doing to me, with his fingers, my nipples seemed like they were growing and getting hard.  And it was like they were electric-wired to my dick and my butthole. This was blowing my fucking mind.  Making me want every kind of sex possible and want it RIGHT NOW.  Jake’s strong body resting heavy on mine, his big warm dick humping my butt, his breath in my ear, his arms holding me tight and now his fingertips pulling, tugging, gently twisting my nipples – it was driving me fucking crazy with sensation and raw lust.  I moaned his name out loud… “oh my god… Jake…  yeah oh yeah keep doing that, oh my god….”

He growled soft in my ear “You want me to fuck you, Connor?.... yeah?....  you want it?....“  

I gasped out loud “Yes…. I want it, please Jake…. Please….. put it in me….”

Jake chuckled in my ear as his dick hump-fucked my butt some more. God, that whole part of me was getting so hot and sweaty, and turned on. 

He said “I’m gonna pretend-fuck you this time. ‘Cause when I really fuck you next time – and I will fuck you -- I’m gonna go deep.  And I want you all prepared and stuff….”  And his fingertips twisted and tugged one of my hard nipples again.  Fuck!!! 

I was overwhelmed with lust and I just nodded, panting like a dog, humping my ass back against his dick. And I fucking lost control and my rock hard dick erupted, shooting jet after jet of cum underneath me, onto the bed.  My hips bucked wild, as I came.  Jake held me tighter and kissed my neck and kept fucking and fucking the sweaty cleft of my big thick butt, and finally he said “oh fuck, now I’m close” and then before I knew it, he pushed the head of his dick into my ass!! 

I said “AAH!” in shock, but to my surprise there was no huge pain like I’d sometimes heard jokes about. Nope, Jake just pushed on in me, warm and thick, and I opened up for it.  He had gotten my butthole so fucking soft and wet and wide open, wanting that dick.  Jake gently fucked me, rocking in and out, just a few inches of his dick in me, and it felt so full and incredible.  Penetration.  He was in me for real, halfway, but in me.  A moment later he hugged me so fucking tight and he gasped for breath and bucked his hips and pushed his dick a little deeper in me and I felt it.  Splash.. splash.. splash… warm thick liquid was gushing into me from his dick. Fuck, it felt so amazing.  Jake’s breath was quick and ragged in my ear, his arms holding me so tight in a big bear-hug as he came in me.  He slowly pulled out and said, breathing heavy, “Fuck… I swore I wasn’t gonna do that with you… but I had to.”

Then he scampered off to the bathroom and I lay there in shock and ecstasy, feeling like I had come too, like I had an orgasm all over my body.  I heard Jake washing in the bathroom and I wondered if I was clean.  I ran my hands over my body. Yep, I’m still here and I’m the same, I’m me, Connor.  Still big, still strong, still thick and muscular all over.  But I just got held down and fucked, it really happened, and the truth is, I loved it.  My butthole was still feeling so fucking GOOD.  And still feeling the imprint of his dick in me. 

Jake came back and I said, kind of embarrassed, “Hope I was clean…”

He grinned and said “Clean enough.  I’ll teach you stuff for next time.  And I don’t give a fuck really, ‘cause that was so fucking hot. YOU are so fucking hot.”

And he dove back into the bed and hugged me.  But now it was my turn to bolt up and get on down the hall and take care of some private stuff on the toilet.  They say good sex is sometimes messy, LOL.  

I came back a couple minutes later and got into bed with Jake, and we rolled around and kissed.  It felt all tender and romantic now, me kissing Jake and him kissing me.  

This time I was the one who took Jake in my arms and held him down. I looked deep into his dark brown sexy eyes.  “Jake, my god.  What you just did with me, man.  Fuck.  I don’t – I never thought – I can’t even say words for it….”

He just looked up into my eyes, and his handsome bearded face widened out into that big smile again.  “I know.”

I reached around and grabbed onto his butt.  It felt round like mine, but not as huge.  More compact, and lightly furry all over.  I liked it, a lot.  I squeezed that nice furry rump of Jake’s and I kissed his lips again, soft.  “Maybe I get to fuck you, too….”

He laughed. “That doesn’t usually happen. But you, you fuckin’ turn me on so much.  You’re gonna make me want to try everything.”  I smiled.  He was talking about the future now.  Us, doing more of this.  Hopefully a lot more.

And we came to rest wrapped around each other, naked. My whole body was tingling from the amazing stuff we just did. And my heart got all full of feelings, wanting more, wanting it all so fucking bad.  Wanting this closeness and sex and everything with Jake.  Like, my body wanting it, and my heart or soul or whatever wanting it too.  So fucking hungry.

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