No pain with the paramedic

Chapter 1

THE TASTE OF SWEATY HAIR

-Edward, I need your help.

-Killian, is that you?

-It’s me brother, I’ve just had an accident.

-My God! What’s happened? Are you ok?

-You know that place on the beach where there’s a dune taller than the rest? I’ve fallen from it and I cannot move. It might be a sprain or well, I hope it’s not a fracture. I’m bleeding in some spots.

-Does it hurt?

-A little.

-If it were a fracture, it’d hurt you a lot.

-But the fact, Edward, is that I cannot walk, it’s even impossible for me to stand up. I’ve had several attempts and have fallen again. Fortunately I could phone you. Would you pick me up? You’re a paramedic.

-Of course, Killian. I’ll fetch the stretcher and some sticking plasters. I’ll be there in five minutes.

-I have something else to tell you.

-Well, tell me.

-Well, I like practicing nudism when I come to the beach. When I arrived to the top of this dune, after half an hour running, I took everything off. I would of course have gone down to the beach along that sand lane on your left, but just then I heard a Whatsapp. I rummaged in my trousers pockets and took it out, and I was reading it when I suppose I wasn’t looking at the edge and suddenly I started flying down the dune, let me explain it like this. Fortunately the mobile phone was in my hand and I was able to phone you or else I don’t know what I could do.

-I don’t mind at all the fact that you’re naked. I also practice nudism sometimes. Ok, I’ll get everything and be with you in a short while.

I fetched everything in the hope that I had forgotten nothing. But I forgot the merbromin. It was because I had just got a big start. Oh the risks of a mobile phone today: people are not looking at what they should. I hope you have nothing serious and I can help you.

My brother Killian Emmot lived alone with me in a little house on a beach town. He had started studying Law but he had dropped his studies and now works as a waiter.  He’s 25.

I’m just two years older than him. I didn’t want to do higher studies and was trained to become a paramedic and I started this job two years ago. Of course my name is Edward Emmot and I have learnt many basic things that doctors know, of course only basic things.

So carrying the stretcher and the sticking plaster I left home and started walking the scarce half kilometer to the place he’d told me he was, the tall dune, fortunately not so tall that he could have killed himself in that fall.

It was easy for me to locate him and there he was, lying naked on the sand, his face showing me pain.

-Oh hi, Edward.

-Hi, Killian.

I noticed I had gone a bit hard, shit! Cause I had seen Killian’s nudity and because strangely he was hard too, but I didn’t bother about it. I saw he had some small wounds on his chest and he was bleeding but also a little wound on his left ankle. But first I examined meticulously both his feet.

-The good news, Killian, is that it’s a sprain, nothing more serious. The bad news is that you’ll have some difficulties to walk for a couple of days. I’ve got the right medicine for it at home, not here. Now let me care for your wounds. But I’ve forgotten the merbromin. Well, since I cannot take you home bleeding, I’ll have to cure your wounds with saliva, but believe me: saliva is good to heal wounds.

And then I started licking the wound in his ankle. I was licking blood and I didn’t like that but I had got strangely hard and soon I saw why when I started licking a wound he had on his left nipple. He had some hair there and obviously he’d been running a couple of kilometers for his hair was sweaty and it was just that, the taste of sweaty hair, which made me aware that I was so hard that I could even cum.

Every wound of his that I was licking, later I put a sticking plaster on. I turned him in order to see whether he had any more wounds on his back. Fortunately there was no wound that I could see but the memory of the shape of his glorious ass was stuck to my mind for days. I turned him again and told him, now I should try and take him to the stretcher. My brother’s as heavy as I am, but I finally managed.

It was not gonna be easy to take him home. On the road he asked me about his clothes.

-I’ll first lay you on the bed and later I’ll come and pick your clothes, Killian.

Fortunately our house was in a one-way alley very close to the shore and I think neighbours couldn’t watch me carrying my naked brother on a stretcher. Once home I took him to his bed, asked him how he was feeling and when he told me he was ok, I told him I’d go and fetch his clothes now.

On my way to the dune I was a little astonished at myself for I knew I had got a little hard licking his sweaty hair, and I saw I had also gotten hard watching Killian’s nude body and even his boner. I was astonished but not shocked for I wouldn’t hurt him if he didn’t know.

Once I had returned home and I had kept his clothes on his bedroom wardrobe, I looked at Killian then and saw he was hard as a rock, but I told him.

-I think the time you have to be in bed, you’d better continue naked, or it will be a real problem to put your clothes back on, then undress you to take you into the shower –I saw his face started protesting-, yes, Killian, in the state you are now, it will be impossible for you to take a shower. Now you’re a bit sweaty but I think no shower today. You’d better rest all day. I’ll bring you a coffee now.

And ten minutes later I was back in Killian’s room with a coffee. He was still rock hard but his face showed me pain.

-Oh, you’ll need anti-inflammatory or pain-killers. Wait a minute.

And I took care of all that. But I understood soon that what Killian needed was getting rid of the stress of what was happening to him, so I still don’t understand myself for having done what I did next but I don’t regret it: I simply grasped his dick and started jacking him off.

-Oh, thanks for this, Edward. Now I hope you don’t stop.

-I have just realized you needed to take your mind off the fall and cumming is a good way to make you forget bitter memories and make you forget the pain.

-Even so, I still can’t believe you’re jacking me off, Edward, but I’m oh, so obliged. What a wonderful brother I have; this good paramedic knows the right medicine I need and there’s no pain with this paramedic.

-Well, since I’m doing it, Killian, I must confess that the taste of your sweaty hair had made me so horny that I don’t know well what I’m doing.

-Don’t apologize, Edward; and masturbations are good to forget a time in bed as your wounds are healing. I’ll also wank you later if you want and return the favour. Or we could sleep together these days, what do you think?

-I think we should sleep together. If you felt the desire to take a dump, you could wake me up and I’d take you to the bathroom. If you feel like pissing, I’ll put a cuspidor under your body so that you can piss.

-Wonderful, Edward, I’m cumming!

It was great to watch my brother cumming so naturally before me and having no shock after it had been my hand that had made him cum.

He wanted to jack me off next but I told him that if we were gonna sleep together, he could do it to me tonight. I spent the afternoon in his bedroom reading a book for him and later I brought his dinner. Finally I told him it was about time we slept but he told me.

-Edward, since I’m gonna sleep naked next to you, you’d better remove all your clothes too.

I agreed, took everything off and I jumped into bed. Instantly he grabbed my hard cock but I also grabbed his again.

-You’re the one in pain, Killian, so you’d better be masturbated more than once.

I liked the fact to know that he found it so natural that two brothers gave this fun to each other. We were so stoked that we came soon, my brother’s dick cumming on the cuspidor that I’d already placed him. Now we said we should sleep and we managed, but my mind was dreaming all night of a hard dick, my brother’s dick and of the taste of man’s sweaty hair.