Jacob's voice

It's a commuter’s worst nightmare.  Five lanes of northbound afternoon traffic were going well over 60 mph as we made our way away from the city and into the suburbs along interstate Highway I-85.  I'm on my way to meet with a prospective client about listing their property with my Real Estate Company.  

We were almost 10 miles out of the city when out of nowhere, a Landscaping Truck with one of those wire cage trailers, cut in front of me clipping my left front fender and it sent me careening into the other lanes of traffic, one solid hit on the right rear and my SUV started to roll.  I remember the sensation of seeing my driver side window pressed against the tarmac, then thankfully, I lost consciousness.  

I was told later by the investigating officer that witnesses said my SUV I rolled over eight times before coming to a stop atop the guardrail above a steep ravine. I guess it could have been worse. I'm in bad enough condition as it is, rolling down that ravine likely would have been the end of me.

I survived with head trauma, a broken leg, a broken left wrist and three broken ribs in addition to internal bruising and bleeding.  Broken glass had severely damaged my eyes and both had to stay bandaged from light for a minimum of two weeks, possibly even more.  Every inch of me either hurt, ached, or itched.  After leaving the hospital I had eight days left before I could take off the eye bandages.  I needed help to do even life' simplest tasks.  I need help to eat, change clothes, bathe and even to get to the bathroom.  

I’m David Alan Surritt, thirtyish and I’ve been in the Real Estate business since graduating from college.  My family consists of my Mother and Sister who both live more than two thousand miles away in Arizona.  My Mother is in poor health, living with a lung disease and my Sister is the mother of three boys, all under age ten.  There is no one to come and care for me so I’m to be dependent on a Nurse/Therapist to get me back to taking care of myself again.

I soon learned that I'm not at all comfortable having to be fed and bathed by someone I've never seen nor will see until this temporarily blindness is over.  My condition did nothing to help me accept the fact that I was completely dependent upon someone I've never even seen for my comfort and survival, someone I had never seen nor would I be able to see for at least another week. Having another person with me constantly is another thing I must get accustomed to.  I live alone and I like it.

Once dismissed from the Hospital, I was delivered to my home in an ambulance and my Nurse/Therapist was there to greet me.  The Hospital staff had contacted his agency and arranged the pick up of my house keys and address.  His name is Jacob and he took charge of the unloading and getting me resettled into my home.  I felt a chill run down my spine the first time I heard Jacob speak.  He has a full, rich, baritone speaking voice that seems to command rather than ask, yet his voice is soothing and very pleasant to listen to. I pictured him as strong and virile, a perpetual shadow beard, tall, muscled and well built.  All this from just hearing his voice.

I must admit that I was impressed.  Prior to my arrival Jacob had arranged for a hospital bed and some light exercise equipment to help me get back to caring for myself.  He had also stocked the refrigerator and pantry with healthy foods that I grudgingly came to like.  With broken bones and no eyesight, there is very little that one can do to amuse themselves.  Jacob arranged a cassette player beside my bed with several Books on Tape that I could listen to.

Jacob got into the habit of reading the morning paper to me as we had our breakfast.  He insisted that we eat at the table in the kitchen, he told me lying in bed makes me lazy.

“David, you’re injured, you are not sick.  We have a long road to ahead to rehabilitate your bruised and broken body to get you back to self-sufficiency.  When you wake each morning you will get out of that bed, dress, eat breakfast, clean up the kitchen then we'll start your rehab work.  After lunch, you may nap for no longer than an hour if you feel the need, then it’s back to our rehab work.”

True to his word, Jacob put me through his workout regimen every morning and afternoon.  I had friends that called frequently to check on my progress, Jacob politely told them that I was busy and to call or visit after Five pm.   The ladies at work came by to see the man behind that marvelous voice.  I told Jacob that my friends were only coming to see him and that he should know that they were all Cougars who would be after his hot young body.

He laughed and said...

“Ha!  Let them try, my time is devoted to you 24-7 David.  Rich, older women do not interest at all.”

I often wondered just what his interests were.

I did know that Jacob and I were very near the same height and build.  We fit together well as he helped me to maneuver around the apartment with my eyes bandaged.  I also like the way that he smells.  There is always a fresh and clean aroma about him when he is close by.

As time passed I came to be obsessed with his mannerisms and his voice.  All the cougar ladies from work were trying every trick they knew to entice him into some sort of acknowledgment of their overt attentions toward him.  He quickly reached a point where he just ignored them and their banter.  He was always relieved to see them out the door.  I also warned him about some of my gay friends whom I'm sure would love to take him home with them for a few hours.

“By the way Jacob, I expect that some of my gay friends may drop by unexpectedly, once the office Cougars spread the word about my Therapist with the sexy voice.”

“Gay men I can handle with no trouble.  Hmm, do you know one who would want to cook for us.  I barely get by in the kitchen, we could use a good chef”

“What a curious statement Jacob, you can handle gay men but don't know of their innate culinary skills?”  Whether it be actually cooking or catering in, knowing when and whom to call is definitely classified as food skills.”

“What a bummer;  now I know,  I've wondered since we first met if you are gay or straight.  You've just confirmed that you're a straight man Jacob.  All self-respecting gay men anywhere near my age are excellent cooks.  I had such high hopes for you Jacob, now my plans to elope with you are all dashed, just broken dreams now.”

“Ahh, my poor David.  Here, do you need a tissue?”

“Such compassion and concern; are you sure you aren't just a little bit gay Jacob.”

“David, it is you alone who has determined my sexual proclivity by the definitive reasoning that I wondered if you knew a gay cook?  Who could argue against such logic.”
The playful banter between us helped to keep me sane.  The drudgery of exercising six hours a day plus having to be helped to the restroom could have proved too much for me with someone lacking Jacob's temperament and that reprehensible, sadistic, streak he employs just as I begin to be comfortable with one of his exercises.  Some days he drives me so hard that I want to strike out and hit him, but just try to hit someone from a wheelchair and wearing a blindfold!

Without my eyes, I've learned to listen more carefully and I began to pick up different tones and inflections in Jacob’s voice that give me more insight into his personality.  I really do like his voice, there are times, especially when he's directing my exercise that his voice becomes different.  I don’t think that he even realizes that his voice changes when we were doing the therapy exercises.  

His voice becomes softer, quieter, more intimate, he encourages and urges me to do more, to work harder.  Even though we are alone, he speaks softly and close to my ears like he didn’t want anyone to hear it but me. I thought it strange at first but I found myself working harder, trying my best to please him.

Getting myself healed wasn’t the goal when he spoke to me like that. Pleasing Jacob is all I wanted to do.  I'm thrilled when he touches me, moving me about to align my body correctly with the exercise machines, or as an encouragement to spur me on or keep at the task at hand.  Plus his hands on my body get me hard.  I have to wear a jock strap to keep my erections as well hidden as possible.

I suppose it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that I developed a huge man crush on Jacob, true I can’t see him but I really don’t need too, I have a mental picture of him in my head and his voice can send shivers up my spine.

After the first week, the news about my eyes wasn’t encouraging.  I had to keep the bandages on for another two weeks since the healing was slow.  I was keenly disappointed, getting my eyesight back means a greater degree of independence for me.  While I do like Jacob’s company I do not like having to call him to get me to the toilet or to bathe and feed me. It's just so against my nature,  it truly irritates me.

Back at my home, Jacob was extra nice and even somewhat more gentle with me.  He sensed my disappointment and spoke to me in those tones usually reserved for those extra hard workout sessions he has frequently talked me through.  I'm fairly sure that he knows exactly how his words affect me and how they achieve whatever goal he coaxes me to reach.  Jacob pulled a chair up to my bed and leaned in close so that he could talk to me in that voice that makes my cock throb in the tight jock strap.

It is so very strange to feel desire for someone I have never seen.  He tried his best to lighten my mood after the disappointment of today's tests.  When he speaks gently in my ear I can feel his breath and feel his words as he speaks them.  Yeah, even after this disappointment with my eyes today, his encouraging voice in my ear still gets my cock hard.  Sometimes I get so caught up feeling him talk to me I forget about hiding my hard cock.  He never seems to notice it though.

“Don't be discouraged, David.  Your physical therapy is coming along fine, you're even ahead of schedule in repairing your body.  It's just that your eyes need more time to heal.  Remember that we were told at the beginning of your therapy that the eyes would be the last to heal.  I'm here for you David, I'm your therapist, we will see you through this together.  In our time together I've come to feel that you are my friend as well as my therapist.”

We rested the rest of that day after hearing the bandages had to stay on for two more weeks at least.  David was restless and was easily agitated all afternoon.  Sometime around 3:30 I was tired of hearing him complain about every little thing.

“Okay David, get your butt up off that bed, we're going over to the park where we can walk safely and be outdoors for a change”

I was up and counting the steps to the closet to get my sneakers and a Ga Tech wife beater tee.  Once out the door, Jacob kept a gentle grasp of my elbow as we slowly made our way along the walking path.  I was glad that David couldn't see the stares when others saw his bandaged eyes.

Even with his eyes bandaged, he turned his head to me gave m a big smile and said...” let's jog for a bit Jacob, I haven't run in a long while now.”

As we started to jog I felt David's hand on my hip, keeping contact so we would stay at the same pace.  Finally, he slowed down to an easy walking pace and let our breathing return to normal.

Back at the apartment, David said he needed to shower after the run and I led him to the bath in his bedroom.  I got the water running and a face cloth and towel at the ready.

“Shout when you ready to come out,” Jacob said as he left the bath.

As my time with David crept on, despite my efforts to remain strictly his therapist I was caught up in and under David's spell.   David is an unusual person.  In my experience, the very handsome men such as David, are generally conceited egomaniacs that care very little for others outside of what can be done for them.  Not so with David Surritt.  This 'Golden boy' is the most humble, self-effacing person, I've met in a very long time.

With his friends and co-workers coming to visit frequently, I quickly learned that David was always the center of attention among his friends.  David is the 'Golden boy' of the group, The top producer at his real estate firm, the one with devastating good looks to both sexes.  Plus. the 'knock out punch” is that David is a genuinely nice guy.  

Jacob had seen all the warning signs but had not heeded them.  He knew that the day would come, and soon, that the bandages would be off and David would return to his former life.  A month to the day from the last eye exam the Doctor's took the bandages from David 's eyes.  He was like a kid in a toy shop.  Suddenly he looked around the room...

“Where's Jacob?” he asked.

“Jacob is gone David, he left when you went into the examining room.  He mentioned getting his things from your apartment.

“WHAT!  Why I couldn't have done this without him.  I have to find him.”

There was no sign of Jacob at the apartment, all his things were gone all that was left was the hospital bed and the stationary bicycle.  David sat on the arm of the sofa and felt like he was going to cry.  He couldn't imagine why Jacob would leave without so much as a goodbye, after all, they had accomplished together. Calls to the service where Jacob worked were just as bad as at the Doctor's office.  No one could tell him how to find his friend,.

For the entire time of David's confinement his eyes were kept bandaged, he had to rely on Jacob as his 'eyes'  On the other hand, Jacob spent every hour of every day looking at this wounded 'Golden Boy,'   Jacob became conflicted as he watched this affable, handsome man go about his rehabilitation without so much as a word of dissent.  David Surritt is a truly good human and Jacob was certain that there was no way that someone like David could ever desire someone like him. him.

Finding Jacob became an obsession with David.  He just wanted to find his friend.  Well, there was more than friendship at stake here.  David knew that with his 'Golden Boy” good looks would put someone like Jacob off.  David was not physically the type of person that Jacob would have ever been attracted to. David was just too perfect for someone like Jacob.  

Jacob isn't ugly, his facial features are ordinary, nothing special or spectacular about him at all.  With his eyes bandaged David often wondered about his friend.  Now with his bandages off the one thing, he wanted most was to finally see his friend Jacob.  

Once he was cleared to drive,, his first trip was to Jacob's office.  He was told that Jacob was on leave after his time with David had ended.  He learned that most therapist would take time off from an extended assignment just to get a fresh start for the next client.

Everywhere that David went he would imagine that he heard Jacob's voice.  As a last desperate effort, David took out a classified ad in the local newspaper.

“JACOB...CALL DAVID ASAP, VERY IMPORTANT!”

On the third day, the newspaper ad ran Jacob called David.  After saying hello to David, Jacob didn't get a chance to speak again for quite some time.  David tried to keep the anger from his voice.  He couldn't imagine why Jacob would just disappear like he did.  

“Jacob, you guided me through the most difficult time I have ever had to face.  Without you there, I shudder to think what would have become of me if you had not been there.  I've come to rely on you as my friend.  I want you back in my life.  I hope that at the very least you will agree to meet me one last time.  If you still want me out of your life then, so be it, but I must see you, please.”

They agreed to meet at the lake in the park near David's home.  David was a complete bundle of nerves, unable to even pick out what he wanted to wear.  Finally, he left the house in Jeans and a light pullover shirt.  As he neared the lake he saw a man standing facing the water, with his back toward David.

David stopped and with a shaky voice asked...

“Jacob?”

“Yes David, it's me.  I'm sorry that I've caused you the trouble of tracking me down.  It's just that I know you've built up an image of me during our time together. I'm sure that I look nothing like you've imagined me.  I know that someone like me could never have someone like you interested in me.  

It's my own fault, David. During our time together I broke the rules of my profession and I became emotionally involved.  I don't look like you think I do.  I didn't want you to be disappointed.”

David stepped closer and put a hand on Jacob's shoulder.  “Turn around Jacob. Let me see my friend.'

Slowly Jacob turned and faced David.

A big smile broke out on David's face as he said...

Hello, my friend, I've missed you.”  David whispered.

with two steps David wrapped Jacob in his arms and held him close.  He felt Jacobs arms hugging him just like he had done.  They stood there, each embracing the other long enough that both of them became aroused.  They both felt their hard cocks each pressing against the other.

“I want you in my life Jacob, I need you.  You know me better than anyone.”

Jacob raised his head and spoke in that voice that David loves.

“And I need you, David.  More than I ever knew until now.”

“Come home with me Jacob, please.”

Back at the apartment, they lay together on David's bed, both fully clothed and each embracing the other.  After what seemed a very long time they both sat on the side of the bed, David's arm across Joseph's shoulders keeping him close.

Finally, Jacob spoke.

“If you want sex David, I'll be happy to service you. I'm sure that I will never be with someone as beautiful and kind as you again.”

“NO!  Jacob, This is more than sex. I could find that anywhere before dark if that is what I was after.  Please understand Jacob, it's you!  The person that you are that I want in my life.  If our relationship is to becomes sexual along with our shared friendship,  I think that we could have a perfect situation..

There wasn't a day during my confinement that you didn't make my cock hard as you worked with me.  Even now, I'm not altogether sure that wasn't intentional on your part.  Every day you managed in some way to make me desire you.  I suppose that a sexual relationship would be the next logical step for you and me.”

Quickly standing from sitting on the bed, Jacob walked us to the mirror on the dresser.

“Look at us David.  You're the handsome, successful 'Golden Boy' that gets everything he wants,  I'm just an average guy, nothing much to look at.  How could we ever make it together?”

“Because I want you, I need the person you are with me and yes...I love you, Jacob.  Can you love me?

“I always have David, I always have.

I turned to face Jacob as he looked at me.  I held his face in both hands and I leaned in and gently kissed his soft lips.  I heard a little whimper as we kissed and I wasn't quite sure if it was me or him.  

As the kiss continued it evolved from sweet and tender to extreme passion in a couple of heartbeats.  When we broke apart to breathe Jacob laid his head on David's chest.

Raising his head a bit, Jacob tugged at my shirt and pulled it over my head.  We were kissing again as Jacob whispered in my ear.

“Let me love you, David.”

His voice in my ear was like an electric charge, suddenly we were both frantic, to undress the other.  

“Naked together, at last, they fell on the bed.  Jacob had started kissing and licking at David's face and chest when David overpowered him and now David was on top of Jacob astride his hips.  As he leaned down to kiss Jacob again David felt Jacob's cock bouncing around on his butt cheeks.  Reaching behind him, he took Joseph's cock in hand,  Surprised at what he felt, David looked back to verify that Jacob's cock was a very nice size.  As they kissed again, David raised his hips and guided Jacob's cock to his opening.

Jacob gasped aloud as David slowly eased Jacob's cock inside him.  Things began to happen quickly then.  Jacob's cock was like a jackhammer as he drilled into David's butt.  When David's eyes closed Jacob managed to flip him over and David was on his back.  Jacob raised David's thighs and drove his cock home again and again.  Each time that David began to make noises like he was about to cum, Jacob would ease off and gently stroke him so that the urge to ejaculate would ebb.

David opened his eyes and saw his Jacob smiling down at him.  With arms around his neck, David pulled Jacob down for a soul-scorching tongue kiss that brought them both to orgasm.  David cried out...it's coming... I'm coming..oh god, fuck me Jacob, do it hard.  

Jacob's body went rigid, his back and legs arched as he pushed every centimeter of his cock deep inside David.  

Their simultaneous release was both ecstasy and regret. The thrill of their mutual orgasm was tempered only by the realization that it was over....for now.

No words were said, it was all they could do to get air into their lungs.  They woke sometime later, with Jacob spooned to David's backside and his very limp cock still inside David.

When they began to stir, Jacob pulled David even closer as they stretched their bodies and pressed against each other in every place imaginable.

David murmured 'mmm'...as Jacob held him close.

Jacob whispered in David's ear.”Good morning lover.  You were a wild man last night.”

“I was just trying my best to impress you and make you realize that right here in this bed is where you belong Jacob.”

“After last night, I can't argue that point with you.  Yes indeed, I do belong right here with you.  We belong together, I love you, David.

The End