A New Patient
John studied Kent Moore, his new patient.
Fuck he’s handsome.
Kent exhibited classically handsome features, but he also had a few quirks that pushed John’s buttons. The most noticeable was Kent’s nose, which had been broken and not properly set, flattening the bridge. The combination of his good looks and imperfections made him even more attractive. Kent’s body was that of a battle-hardened warrior. Even in the hospital gown, his thick neck, powerful shoulders, and big arms were visible.
Regardless of his appearance, Kent’s expression still looked commanding even at rest, giving him a battle-worn air that implied a maturity beyond his twenty-eight years. He hadn’t shaved in at least a week, if not longer, and his scruffy beard made him seem older. Kent’s hair looked oily, which annoyed John.
Kent was still sedated after his most recent surgery—his third. Picking up the clipboard at the foot of Kent’s bed, John reviewed his records. Kent served in Afghanistan for six years. While driving a Humvee, he ran over an IED hidden in the dirt. His left leg shredded below the knee and had to be amputated. Complications from infection led to two more surgeries, and he nearly died. Kent’s primary doctor, Dr. Hiner, had him on suicide watch due to severe depression.
What remained of Kent’s leg was bandaged, and John, even though he was not a nurse, unwrapped it, cleaned the seepage, applied a topical antibiotic and moisturizer, then rewrapped his stump.
His stump. God, what he’s been through. And to think that’s the easiest part in what he’s about to face.
John had served a four-year tour as a Navy Corpsman. Because his father’s health was declining at the time, John chose not to extend his enlistment and returned to the United States. His father’s condition improved, and John used the GI Bill to go to school. He initially aimed for a career in nursing but switched to Occupational Therapy, feeling it was more in line with his interests. After his own deployment and witnessing how war affects the body, John wanted to help soldiers recover from physical impairments caused by combat.
As a gay man, it didn’t hurt that John could intimately touch the men under his care, such as bathing them, helping them shower, shave, and holding or guiding them as they relearned how to perform basic daily activities like walking, opening doors, or even taking a shit.
Kent had been in and out of surgery over the past six months. His hair and beard grew longer than they should have, which told John that his care had been inadequate. He also smelled faintly of body odor and urine.
Lazy ass nurses.
Kent’s hair was a rich auburn, appearing a deep reddish-brown. Very muscular, his strong arms were currently restrained. He had a thick neck, and John was sure he probably did neck bridges from wrestling or football training. His good leg was thick, and what was left of his other leg remained strong. Knowing Kent put so much effort into his body, John planned to use that in his rehabilitation.
First, though, Kent had to wake up and confront his new reality. His initial amputation was below the knee, but due to complications, more of his leg was removed, and it now ended a few inches above the knee. John had helped rehabilitate many amputees and was well-trained in managing the physical and emotional challenges they faced. Even though each man was unique and handled their loss differently, the base reactions were similar.
He’s going to feel less of a man. They all always do, and I have to convince him that’s not true. He’s going to see himself as unlovable and rage at the world. He’s going to take it out on Dr. Hiner, me, and the staff.
John read further down to read Kent’s surgical and military record. Smiling to himself, he didn’t see any indication based on Dr. Hiner’s notes that Kent would suffer performance issues.
Yay me!
John was still recovering from his last patient, Roger, whom he had worked with for over a year, only recently sending him back into the world feeling whole and well-adjusted. Roger also took a large part of John’s heart with him. John made the mistake of becoming too attached and paid the price. His heart still ached over Roger, and might forever.
I can’t do that again. I don’t think I have it in me.
Kent was going to be difficult, though, because something about him already pulled at John, beyond his looks and his physique. He didn’t quite know what it was, but it was there, and he hadn’t even woken up yet.
Maybe it’s just a rebound thing from Roger. Or, maybe I’m hopeless.
John pulled up a chair to wait, wanting to be present when Kent woke up. He had no family and was away from his unit, and would feel isolated. The only faces he’d seen recently wore masks, so he couldn’t even recognize them. John knew Kent would be scared and wouldn’t want to show it. Along with his anger, he was bound to be terrified of the unknown that faced him.
John looked up when Barbara came into the room. She was John’s best friend at the hospital, and a damn good nurse.
She whispered, “I just came on shift. How’s he doing?”
“Still asleep, but he should wake up anytime. Barb, I don’t want to make waves, but he’s in terrible shape. No one’s cleaned him, and I had to change his dressing.”
Sniffing, Barbara wrinkled her nose and frowned, but said, “He resisted basic hygiene care. He got combative. Another reason he’s in restraints. This all happened while you were out of town, and I haven’t gotten to tell you yet.”
John only felt a little remorse at thinking ill of the nurses.
“Well, he’s been sedated for hours. Someone should have come in, wiped him down, and emptied his urinal.”
“I think the nurses are hoping you’d do that. You probably have the best chance of keeping him calm.”
John sighed and said, “Ok. Thanks. It’s good to see you, by the way.”
“How was Tybee?”
“Awesome. The beach was empty this time of year, so it was nice.”
Barbara knew about Roger, but didn’t bring him up, knowing he was the reason John took a week’s vacation to try and regain some semblance of balance.
The restraint rattled against the bed rail, and John quickly stood to move to Kent’s bedside.
“I’ll leave him in your capable hands. Holler if you need me. I’m here ‘til eleven.”
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Kent’s eyes slowly opened. He was groggy, felt sick to his stomach, and his missing leg itched. As his vision cleared, he saw a man in scrubs standing over him, without a mask for once, looking at him.
“Kent. My name is John. How are you feeling?”
Kent mumbled, “Like shit. I think I’m going to be sick.”
John quickly grabbed a stainless steel pan and pressed the pedal to lift Kent’s back into a sitting position. He put one arm around Kent’s shoulders, pulled him forward, and held the pan in front of him. Kent breathed heavily, and John knew he was fighting his impending need to vomit.
“Let it out. You’ll feel better. I know it sucks.”
Kent stayed still long enough that John thought the urge had left him, when Kent started heaving. His stomach was empty, and all that came up was thick, foamy bile. He heaved for nearly a minute as his stomach attempted to expel what wasn’t there.
John felt the strength in Kent’s body as he heaved. His shoulders felt like concrete under his supporting arm. Once Kent finished dry-heaving, John set the pan down and adjusted his pillows before letting him lie back. He noticed sweat on Kent’s forehead from his exertions.
“It’s an aftereffect of the anesthesia. You’ve been asleep for a while, so hopefully that was the last of it.”
Kent closed his eyes and lay still, breathing deeply.
“Do you like apple juice?”
Kent glared suspiciously at John, the stranger helping him—some type of nurse, judging by the scrubs. Kent disliked nurses and doctors, but gave John a barely perceptible nod of affirmation, and John said, “I’ll be right back.”
John returned with a Capri Sun Apple Juice packet in just a few minutes. Holding the straw to Kent’s mouth, he said, “Just a small sip to start, so we don’t shock your stomach. Apple juice is great for taking the nasty taste out of your mouth after throwing up.”
Kent took a sip, and his jaw clenched at the tartness, but it was cold and sweet. John was right about it washing the taste out of his mouth.
He mumbled, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I need to let Dr. Hiner know you’re awake. He’ll want to come talk to you.”
Kent observed every detail about John. He appeared to be about 5’10” with a strong build. His biceps strained the sleeves of his scrubs. He was clean-shaven, with sandy-brown hair and blue eyes, and carried himself with a military bearing.
Kent’s leg, the one that was no longer there, itched, and tears of anger and frustration welled in his eyes from his inability to scratch it, even if his arms were free.
John came back and noticed Kent’s tears.
Concerned, John asked, “Kent? What’s wrong, buddy?”
Glancing at his leg, Kent spat out, “Can’t you fucking tell?”
John responded in a way that caught Kent completely off guard.
“If you’re going to give me some vague bullshit anger or pity rant, I can’t help you. Tell me specifically, what set you off?”
Kent looked like a puppy that just got smacked on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.
With clenched teeth, in an even tone, he said, “My leg that isn’t there anymore itches, and I can’t scratch it. I can still feel it.”
That’s called phantom pain. It will occur periodically and may never go away, but I can try to help. There are some techniques that work for most people. Do you trust me?
Kent sighed, and the resignation in his voice was worrisome. Jerking the restraints to emphasize his inability to move, he asked, “Do I have a choice?”
Not rising to the bait, John said, “I’m going to touch your good leg in the same spot. You need to guide me.”
John pulled the sheets back, exposing Kent’s good leg and his bandaged stump.
“Mid shin, a bit to the outside.”
God, here we go.
John moved his hand down Kent’s thickly muscled and moderately hairy leg, maintaining a firm touch so it didn’t tickle. When he found the spot, he used his fingernails to lightly scratch the area.
“Close your eyes and try to picture my hand scratching your other leg. It may take a minute.”
It did take a minute, but Kent’s eyes widened when it stopped.
“Fuck. How did that work?”
“One day, when you’re bored, I’ll try to explain. The easy explanation is, ‘nerve shit.’
Some of the guarded look in Kent’s expression lessened and he sincerely said, “Thanks.”
“My, pleasure.”
“This isn’t fucking Chic-Fil-A. You’re welcome is fine.”
Kent’s deadpan delivery and dry-witted response caught John off guard, and he smiled and said, “You’re welcome, then.”
Dr. Hiner came in holding a chart, which he set on the end of Kent’s bed.
“Mr. Moore, how are you feeling?”
Kent glared at him and, after a few seconds' pause, replied, “You tell me.”
The sheet was still pulled back and he asked, “Any phantom sensation?”
“Yeah, but John here scratched my itch.”
The corner of Dr. Hiner’s mouth rose in a half smile, and he said, “Well done, John.”
Running his hands softly over the dressing, he pressed in a few spots and asked, “Do you feel this?”
“I feel your hand, but no discomfort.”
“Very good. I have you on a high dose of a strong antibiotic and something to deal with the pain. When your leg starts to ache, press that button and it will administer a dose. Both medications are strong enough that they might upset your stomach.”
John said, “I changed his dressing before he woke up. There was a lot of seepage.”
“Excellent. For now, it needs to be changed every three hours. More often, if you see the need. If you see any blood, alert me immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be back to check on you later, Mr. Moore.”
As he left the room, Dr. Hiner said, “John, a word.”
Curious, John went out into the hallway.
Dr. Hiner said, “I’m glad you’re his OT. Mr. Moore has had a tough time so far, and has acted out with many of the female nurses. I think your background makes you well-suited to work with him. I’ll give you some leeway in helping him. He’s going to be a difficult case.”
“Is he really on suicide watch?”
“He was at the time of his first surgery. He’s restrained now because, while under sedation, he became combative. You can remove them now that he’s awake.”
“Thanks, Doctor. I think they’re hurting more than helping at this stage.”
“I trust your judgement. I’ll be back in a few hours, but as I said, call me immediately if you see any blood on his dressing. Seeping is expected, but no blood. The surgery was complicated. If his leg doesn’t respond well, we might have to remove what’s left.”
Dr. Hiner patted John’s arm as he left.
John liked Dr. Hiner. He was his favorite surgeon, and John knew Kent’s chances were better in his care.
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John went back into Kent’s room, where he lay still. His eyes were closed, but John knew he was awake. His thumb rested on the button to administer a dose of his pain meds.
I’ve got to figure out how to get him out of his headspace.
John moved to his bedside and said, “Let’s get these off,” as he unbuckled the restraints. Kent rubbed at his wrists, and John saw some redness where he had pulled at the leather cuffs. He also noted how thick and muscular his forearms were, covered with the same auburn hair as his head. Veins on the inside of his forearms looked like a roadmap.
“So, are you a nurse?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are you?”
“While you’re here, I’m your boss. Think of me as your CO.”
“Fuck that.”
For the first time, John appeared angry and said firmly, “Kent, you need to understand a few things. I’m not your enemy. My job is to help you, and I can’t do that if you’re going to be a surly dick to me and everyone else here. I know what happened to you is horrific, and it’s forever. Checking out is not an option, so you need to work with me. The sooner you accept what’s happened, the sooner you can move forward. Do you understand?”
Kent’s initial reaction was to push back and John saw it in his face, but he stopped and exhaled. His expression vacillated with his churning thoughts, and John saw his eyes brighten. Kent’s breathing quickened and he started to cry.
“Fuck, man. My leg is gone, and they keep taking more off. I don’t know what to do. I want to go back, but the Marines won’t take me, not like this. There’s no way.”
John moved to his side and sat close. He took a chance and put his arm around Kent’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug. He was surprised when Kent’s powerful arms grabbed him, squeezing him so hard it hurt, and John let him cry.
Talking in low tones, John said, “You might not be in the Corps like you want, but you will have a life. It’s my job to make sure you’re able to live that life. I’m here for you, Kent, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. I will be whatever I need to be to help you. I promise. But I need your promise that you won’t fight me at every turn. I’ve done this before and helped lots of soldiers recover. Some of them way worse off than you. I’m good at my job and know what I’m doing.”
Kent cried himself out and eventually let go. He seemed embarrassed and mumbled, “Sorry, man. I’ll get my shit together.”
“I said I’m here for you, Kent, whether it’s a shoulder to cry on or to kick your ass. You have nothing to apologize for. What happened to you is tragic, but it’s not the end of your life. It’s just a fork in the road and a small detour, until you get back on track.”
John felt the tension lessen in Kent’s powerful frame, and then he felt his shoulders shake a little. He started to laugh and said, “Fork in the road? What kind of cliché bullshit is that? No one says shit like that in the real world.”
Grinning, John retorted, “Fuck off, Lance Corporal. I’ll have you know the government paid good money for my degree.”
“I’d say they got ripped off.”
John was elated at the banter but kept his face impassive. He knew it would be short-lived. He had seen it too many times in the past. Kent would be on an emotional rollercoaster for a long time, but if he could keep the highs up as much as possible, it would help.
Abruptly changing the subject, Kent asked, “I’m hungry. Can I eat?”
“You just threw up. Letting your stomach settle some more might be a good idea.”
“I’d settle for anything.”
“Ok, but something light, and only a little. If it goes down alright, I’ll get you something more substantial.”
“Make it snappy.”
John went to the patient kitchen and asked for some mixed fruit. He managed to scrounge up a banana, an apple, and some grapes. The fruit stayed down, and Kent fell asleep again. For the time being, Kent was John’s only patient. He suspected Dr. Hiner arranged that, but had no proof. He got paid by the hour, and it would let him focus exclusively on Kent, who needed him, even though he didn’t realize how much.
John was scheduled to go home at 11:00 PM and return in the morning. He quickly went home to shower, change, and prepare a few meals for the next day, but he planned to return and sleep in Kent’s room in case he woke up and needed anything. Before leaving, he checked with the duty nurse to reinforce Dr. Hiner’s concern about blood.
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John got back and put his food in the communal fridge, then stowed everything else in his locker. Karen, the duty nurse, mentioned, “He keeps maxing his pain meds and his dressing is due to be changed again. Can you take care of it?”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Thanks.”
As soon as John laid eyes on Kent, he knew something was wrong. Kent was tense, sweaty, pale, and his temperature was 101.
“Kent, how long have you felt like this?”
“Fuck, it hurts, John. Only the last couple of minutes.”
“This might hurt some.”
Placing his hands gently on Kent’s bandaged stump, he felt around.
Oh shit, not good!
Underneath, against the bed, he felt a lump. Applying even minimal pressure caused a full-body reaction in Kent. Rushing to the nurses' station he said, “Call Dr. Hiner, but I need whoever’s on duty now! He’s developed Oedema. I can feel a bulge under his dressing in the distal posterior parietal area. The pressure’s building fast and his fever is spiking.”
Kent’s teeth were clenched and he sweated profusely. Every visible muscle in his body was tense from fighting off the pain. The fact that Kent groaned told John how painful it must be.
In only a few minutes, Dr. Kummari rushed in and quickly assessed the situation. Karen was with him.
“Lay him flat and roll him over.”
Dr. Kummari said, “Get me a large syringe. John, help me remove the dressing.”
They worked fast. John lifted Kent’s gown up to get it out of the way, exposing his pasty white but very sculpted ass.
You’re a professional, John. Put the impure thoughts on hold.
Kent squirmed some from the pain, and his incredible, flaccid dick and heavy balls became visible too.
Oh, God.
“Mr. Moore, this is going to hurt, but I have to relieve the pressure. Try to stay as still as possible. John, help hold him down.”
One of the reasons John was so good at his job is that he performed well under pressure. When his adrenaline hit, he went perfectly calm and saw and heard everything with extreme clarity. He watched Dr. Kummari stick the needle at the proper angle and draw the plunger back. A mix of pus and blood filled the syringe, and the pressure relieved almost immediately.
“How does that feel, Mr. Moore?”
“Better. Just tender now. The pressure’s gone.”
“Excellent. John, can you reapply his dressing?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And John… excellent work. Catching that so quickly most likely prevented another surgery. You owe John a big favor, Mr. Moore.”
Kent appeared exhausted from the ordeal, and his eyes still held fear.
Dr. Hiner arrived, and he and Dr. Kummari consulted in the hallway. Karen left John and Kent alone.
“I owe you, man.”
“No sweat. Let’s get you rolled back over and settled.”
Once Kent was on his back again, he remained quiet.
John gently asked him, “Do you want me to get you something to help you sleep?”
“Not yet. I’m still a bit jacked up.”
Looking at Kent’s hair and beard, and smelling him, John said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you need a bath. Would you like me to get you cleaned up? I think you’ll feel better.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“You got anyplace else to be?”
“Well… no. If you don’t mind.”
Mind getting my hands on you? Thank you, Jesus!
“Let me get a few things together.”
John left to get a basin, sponge, shampoo, soap, and a razor.
When he rolled in a cart, Kent looked at everything questioningly.
“You’re getting the full service tonight.”
“Full service? Does it include a happy ending?”
Without batting an eye, John said, “That depends on you, buddy.”
John started the hot water running in the tiny bathroom.
“You need more than a sponge bath. I’ll change your sheets and gown, so don’t stress about water on the bed. The mattresses have liners.”
John moved over, shut the door, and drew the privacy curtain around the bed.
“Let’s get this gown off.”
Marines in general don’t know the meaning of the word modesty. From their first day in boot camp, they are often naked around others. Kent didn’t hesitate, but John said, “If it makes you feel any better, I served six years in the Navy as a Corpsman, so your dealing with a fellow service member.”
“I knew it from the first time you walked in.”
John crumpled the gown up and tossed it into a chair in the corner, leaving Kent fully naked.
My God, I knew he was gorgeous, but Jesus take the wheel.
Kent’s definition was much greater than John realized. His upper body development was incredible. His powerful chest was covered in the same auburn hair as his head, but not overly thick. His nipples were perfect. The hair on his chest came together into a treasure trail that ran down over the bumps of his sculpted abs and then expanded again when it connected to his pubic hair. Kent had kept himself trimmed, but like his beard, his pubic hair was growing back in.
His cut cock lay thick and heavy to one side, and John imagined it filling out and growing to its full potential. John was a cock connoisseur, and cocks like Kent’s turned him on. Whatever doctor circumcised him as a baby did an excellent job. The ratio of the head and the shaft was perfect.
I can’t wait to see him hard.
John felt pressure in his scrubs and had to will himself not to get hard.
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“In a month or so you’ll be able to shower with help, but for now we’ll have to make do. I can’t do it today, but if you want, I can bring in some clippers and cut your hair. Do you want to keep the beard?”
John kept their conversation light as he started rubbing the soapy sponge all over Kent. He was mesmerized by Kent’s definition and the way his muscles danced under his skin. When he rubbed the sponge across Kent’s chest, it made his nipples harden, and he tightened his abs.
I’ll come back to that detail later!
Kent moaned, “Man, this feels good. Thanks, John. I didn’t realize how grungy I was. Or uptight.”
“All part of the friendly service.”
John spent more time than he should have washing Kent, running his hands over his strong arms and shoulders. When he got to his groin he had Kent lean back and spread his thighs so he could get under his balls and around his cock. He rolled Kent over and washed his ass thoroughly as well.
When Kent rolled back over, John immediately saw that he was more than a little chubbed.
Damn, he’s bigger than I thought. He’s got to be at least seven and a half inches, and I bet my fingers won’t reach around his shaft.
Kent’s face reddened in embarrassment, and he mumbled, “Sorry.”
John made light of it and said, “It happens to the best of us, man. Nothing to worry about. Nothing neither of us hasn’t seen before.”
Kent sniffed and John saw his eyes were bright, and he stopped immediately. He moved in front of Kent and gripped the big balls of his shoulders and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Kent looked down and quietly said, “God, this is all so fucked. I’m sorry, John. It just hit me that I can still get hard. I was so fucking worried that when they took off my leg, it was going to take that from me too.”
“I was going to talk to you about that at some point. I read through the surgical records, and Kent Jr. and the twins are fully intact.”
Kent chuckled and said, “Kent Jr. and the twins? What the fuck?”
“That’s not the proper medical term, but it works.”
“You’re weird.”
John picked the sponge back up and started washing Kent’s good leg.
“Man, you have incredible muscle tone. I mean, all the guys I work with have good muscle tone, but you are way beyond average. Your body is in another ballpark.”
“Yeah, I got into lifting in Afghanistan. It was so boring in my downtime, at first it passed the time, but I really liked it once I started seeing results. I was athletic in high school, and I kept up my PT and fitness after boot. I enjoy it.”
Not as much as I do!
As John washed and squeezed Kent’s leg, his dick grew until he was fully hard.
“How long has it been?”
Kent blushed a deeper shade of red and said, “Since before the first surgery, so a few months.”
“Then I’m lucky you didn’t poke my eye out.”
Kent laughed for the first time and said, “Fucker.”
“The door is locked and the privacy curtain is drawn. You want me to step out and let you relieve yourself?”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all, man. Believe me, I understand. Hang on a sec.”
John retrieved a bottle of moisturizing lotion and handed it to Kent.
“This will help. Knock yourself out. I’ll be outside the curtain to keep watch in case anyone tries to come in. Don’t worry, I got your back.”
John stepped out to wait. His own dick was iron hard in his scrubs, and he reached down to stroke himself. The vision of Kent’s muscular body shining from the soapy water, feeling the strength in him, drove John to a fast and powerful orgasm of his own.
He shot on the floor and wiped up his cum with some tissues, and waited. He heard Kent moaning, and occasionally grunting, but the longer he waited it seemed like Kent sounded frustrated.
“Everything okay, Kent?”
Kent stopped and pounded a fist on the bed.
“Goddamn it!”
John pulled the curtain aside and saw Kent, his cock covered with lotion and pulsing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t get off. Fuck, what’s wrong?”
The look on Kent’s face touched John deeply. It was a mix of frustration and fear.
Moving forward, John put his hands on Kent’s shoulders and pushed him back, forcing him to lie down. Naked and fully exposed, with a raging hard-on, Kent was the most beautiful man John had ever seen.
“Relax, Kent. You’re too wound up. Give it a minute.”
John thought long and hard about what he was about to do. It was incredibly risky, and the temptation almost too strong to resist, but he had Kent’s best interest at heart. Kent was his patient, and John had a unique understanding of masculinity and military men. He was sure that was why Dr. Hiner wanted him to take Kent under his care.
“Kent, I’m taking a huge risk here. If this goes south, I could lose not just my job, but my career.”
Kent stayed quiet, his cock throbbing. I large drop of precum oozed out of his head and dripped down his shaft.
“What are you saying?”
“Kent, I’m gay. I would have told you eventually, but I don’t want it to cause any kind of rift between us. You’re in my care, and we have to work together. What I’m saying is that I can help take care of this if you’ll let me, but I want you to promise it won’t fuck you in the head. You don’t need any more pressure with everything going on. I just want what’s best for you, and right now you need to blow off some steam.”
“Jesus. You’re gay? You don’t act gay.”
John chuckled and said, “Thanks, I guess. I'm out, but keep it on the down low. It’s private, and I only tell people I get close to who have opinions that matter to me.”
“Does my opinion matter that much?”
“Yes, it does. I know we’ve only known each other a very short time, but I see into you. I’ve read your medical and service records. I have a huge amount of respect for what you do. I was a Corpsman, but I still saw combat. In Recon, you were in more danger on a regular basis. There were a few guys I helped out in Afghanistan.”
“Helped out like this?”
“Yeah, and more, if you’re open to it. I’ll prove that your dick is working perfectly fine. You’re trying too hard, and have a lot of pent-up emotion preventing you from getting off. You put up a roadblock in your head. Let me help you break that down.”
Kent’s eyes seemed uncertain but his cock was twitching with a mind of its own at the thought of getting off.
John grinned and nodded to Kent’s erection, “I learned over the years that the cock doesn’t lie. You want this, and you need it. Just promise me it won’t make things weird, because we need to work together.”
John noted Kent’s decision when his face relaxed, and he nodded and said, “Okay.”
It was late, and with John on duty, the night nurse wasn’t checking on Kent, trusting John would go to her if he had any issues, so he had all the time he wanted.
Now that he had Kent’s permission, a cold ball of nervousness hit John in his stomach. He was about to touch the magnificent stud of a man with a perfect cock. A dream of John’s come to life.
Reaching out he gripped Kent’s shaft firmly, feeling its heat. It flexed involuntarily in his hand. With his thumb, he smeared the precum over and around the head and Kent gasped out, “Oh, fuck.”
John grinned and stroked him a few times; nice, slow, full strokes, making sure he stimulated the head. John never liked the term ‘jerking off.’ To him, it should be ‘stroking-off.’ Friction brought pleasure, and he twisted his grip at the head and base of Kent’s shaft. The squishing sound from the lotion sounded exquisite. It equated to pleasure.
Kent gripped the sheets, balling them up in his fists. His big arms tightened and his abs became visible when he pushed his cock up, giving it to John. John used his years of experience in giving hand jobs to full effect to prolong Kent’s pleasure.
“I’m going to let you cum, but I want to get you off twice. You’ve been without for too long, buddy. You deserve this.”
Quickening his pace, he felt Kent’s cock thicken and bolt in his hand before the first spurts flew out. He aimed at Kent’s muscled, hairy chest, and the white ropes looked beautiful splayed across his dark chest hair. Unsure if Kent would become sensitive after he came, John rested Kent’s cock against his stomach and cupped his hand, running it up and down the shaft, still stimulating his frenulum. Every few strokes, he cupped Kent’s balls, tugging them gently to tighten the skin along his shaft and to pull the angle of his cockhead down. A few tiny drops of cum still oozed out as Kent’s cock pulsed.
Kent lay with wide eyes, coming to grips with the powerful orgasm that just hit him, and the fact that another man made him cum. Kent was straight, but he had received blowjobs from guys during his deployment. Lots of guys did, and no one thought anything about it. Straight guys justified gay guys getting them off by saying things like “A mouth was a mouth, and a hand was a hand,” but what John did was so far above any of that it was almost life-altering.
Continuing to softly stroke his cock, John quietly asked him, “Are you alright?”
Kent grinned, “Fuck. Yeah.”
“Okay, then, time for number two.”
The second round was as much for John as it was for Kent. He already proved to Kent that his dick worked fine, so the self-imposed mental block was taken care of. He placed his hand on Kent’s chest, massaging his body. Making it soothing and sensual, he expanded his touch to Kent’s neck and shoulders. His other hand stroked Kent’s thighs and balls. Kent reacted slightly when John touched the thigh of his amputated leg, but John said, “It’s okay, man.”
Jesus, he feels amazing. I’ve wanted to touch a man with a body like this my entire life. His skin is so hot and soft at the same time. Touching someone like him is a dream, and I need to be worthy of his body and cock.
While John’s hands worked their magic, he leaned over and took the head of Kent’s cock in his mouth, immediately tasting Kent’s cum, and it was a huge dopamine hit. Kent tasted every bit as good as John imagined he would. He took the first few inches into his mouth, sucking and stroking him with his lips and tongue. John was an expert cocksucker, too, and used every trick he learned to give Kent a mind-blowing experience. He wanted it to be the best blowjob Kent had ever received.
Touching Kent’s body, feeling the heat and strength of him under his hands while he sucked his cock was more than John could take and his own cock unloaded into his scrubs.
The heat and sexual tension running through Kent made him sweat, and by the time John sucked another load out of him, he was drenched. Glancing at the clock, John realized he had been sucking Kent for nearly thirty minutes.
No wonder my jaw hurts!
Kent’s hands moved to the back of John’s head and he literally skull fucked him when his orgasm started, forcing his full length down John’s throat. Breathing heavily, Kent collapsed back on the bed, exhausted.
John took Kent’s full length one more time, cleaning off the cum, and then he used a damp towel. With the additional stimulation, Kent’s cock didn’t go fully soft, as if it wanted more.
To break the silence, John asked, “So how’d I do?”
“Fucking A, John. No one’s ever made me cum like that.”
“Yay me! I take pride in my work.”
After a short pause, he continued, “Speaking of work, are you really okay with what just happened?”
Kent reached over and gripped John’s hand firmly.
“This is between us. Thanks, man. Not just for two incredible orgasms, but for caring enough to take the chance.”
John felt a warmth he hadn’t felt since… Roger.
Fuck, it’s happening again, but worse.
Looking down at Kent’s sweat-covered body, he chuckled, “Looks like you need another bath. And I want to wash your hair too.”
Kent sniffed and made a face, saying, “This place smells like cum.”
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“John! Hey buddy! Mind on the job!”
Kent’s words brought John back to himself. Shaking his head, John looked at Kent’s naked body, waiting for his sponge bath.
“Sorry, I zoned out. Let’s get started.”
The entire episode was a fantasy that had played out in John’s mind.
John smiled, but felt empty inside, knowing his fantasy could never come to pass.
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