An Extraordinary Heart Attac

Sometimes, someone takes your breath away, but that has never happened to me. Then, a smile walks into my hospital room that goes straight to my soul. Maybe it was all the drugs or the fact I just had a double bypass at age 35, but I can't look away from this handsome nurse. I wonder how many times he's been in my room. I didn't remember much from the first three days after my surgery.

Then, it started coming back to me. Beginning with the shower after my home workout, I could not regain my wind, and my breathing became heavier. I had some tension in my shoulders. When I tried to lie down, my breathing became worse. After googling my symptoms, I asked my roommate to drive me to the local hospital, about 20 minutes away.

When we got to this hospital, I was able to walk in on my own, only to have the receptionist look at me and say, "Oh shit," I was admitted immediately. The ER nurse insisted I sit, and this was the only time I lost my temper at anyone. Gasping for air, I told her I could only breathe by pacing and swinging my arms. The doctor arrived and ordered blood work and an EKG. Later, this doctor said the labs suggested a heart attack. I was given Nitro, which the doctor said would keep my heart alive. At some point, the ER doctor decided to send me to a larger hospital about two hours away.

I arrived around 2 am by ambulance, and a tech or nurse explained that the doctor would put a stent into my blocked artery or blood vessel. I went right to the operating room onto a cold table. I never received a stent, and it was explained to me that my heart was too damaged. Now, I'm in a second ambulance going to a hospital nearby. I needed a double bypass emergency surgery.

At the third hospital, over five hours since this all started, I was prepped for surgery. Much time had lapsed after the double bypass, and the Surgeon came to speak with me and explained what happened. The rare type of heart attack was known as SCAD, and I am 1 out of 10,000 of all the heart attacks that occur. I thought that was what my percentages were for finding love.

"Good morning, Brian," Nurse Adam's smile beams at me. He's pushing the bedside cart with various gadgets toward me. He goes on to say, "You're looking good today. I think it may be time to get cleaned up."

I utter, "What?" This guy is my hospital crush, and I do not think I should have any sexual triggers at this moment or maybe for a long time.

This cardiac care nurse, Adam, is about six feet tall, with muscles on muscles under pale skin. He has sandy blonde hair, cut short, hazel eyes, and a dazzling smile. That smile; it was all about that smile. I was thankful nothing was stirring between my legs. The care he gave me during the ten days I was hospitalized was paramount to my recovery. It was time for a sponge bath. I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.

Adam set up the buckets, water, and sponge. Then he helped remove my gown and handed me a towel to hold. Having someone take care of me this way and feeling the warm water running down my back was exquisite. "Nice and clean," Adam chuckled.

In all ways, while I was in the hospital, Adam was always professional. On the other hand, I almost drooled each time he entered the room. It was not until my last full day that he approached me personally; he seemed nervous. "Brian, since you are leaving tomorrow, and I'm not scheduled, I was wondering if I could drive you home. I would happily do that for you."

My brain was puzzled by the words coming out of his mouth. Somehow, I said, "My parents will take me home. My mom is a midwife and will be there to help me."

Adam looked sad. "That's great. May I have your number so I can text or call you?"

"Of course, here's my number. It would be great to hear from you," I said, hiding my excitement. I gave him what was supposed to be a quick hug.

Adam did not let me go and breathed into my ear, "We'll talk soon." He looked right into my eyes and smiled. My heart beat so hard that it scared me.

My days were like torture, waiting for a call or text from Adam. I walked around like when I was in the hospital. Walking in my room, the house, and even the yard. I was uncomfortable all the time. Five days after I arrived at my parents' home, he called. "How's my favorite patient?" He continued, "Brian, can I see you next week?"

Just hearing his voice made me feel comfortable. I sighed and chirped, "I'm good, and would like to see you also, Adam." We set a date and time, which was the only thing I could think about for the next six days.

The moment arrived, and he was standing in front of me. "Hi, so good to see you, Adam. I'm ready to leave here for a while."

He giggled and smiled, "Let's go. I saw a park a short distance away from here. I brought you a healthy picnic lunch." We were at the park within minutes, where he took my hand, pulled me close, and gave me a huge kiss. I could not resist him.

"Brian, I like you. You're kind, thoughtful, and smart. You're hot! I get turned on by your mountain man looks and those blue eyes." He professed. "I'm willing to take it slow, real slow. You are in recovery, and the fact that you live almost two hours away. Could we try to make this work?"

I just looked at him for a few minutes and stumbled on my words, "I...I...would like that. Not...not sure how, but yes...yes, let's try." This picnic was the best one I had ever been to.

Over a month later, the day finally came. I drove to his home and stayed for the weekend. On the way, I thought about what he had told me in many calls and texts: that I was exceptional and sexy to him. All of our conversations made me feel cared for and safe. I was more than ready to touch him and have him touch me. Although I was nervous, the doctor had cleared me.

When he opened the door, his face was illuminated with that smile. Our kisses were fierce. He took me through his small home, and when we got to his bedroom, he asked, "I don't want to assume, Brian, did you want to stay in my room and bed with me?"

My eyes locked on his, and I took his hand. "Come here." I held his hand as we went to sit on his bed. Then I could not stop my hands. They were all over Adam's clothed body. I started to undress him.

Pulling off his t-shirt, my hands took a tour of his chest, shoulders, and arms. I pushed him down onto the bed. My lips and my mouth were quickly on his neck. Back to his chest, nipping and sucking his nipples. Up to his lips, our kisses were so full of passion. When I put my hand on his crotch, he moaned, and so did I.

We were face to face, kissing momentarily before his hands started unbuttoning my shirt. His fingertips begin to go down my chest. I still had my pants on when he placed his hand on my groin. I maneuvered my hand over his jeans until I could feel his erection. We rubbed our stiff cocks together.

The next thing I knew, he pushed me away. Adam sat up and cried out, "Get your pants off." Our naked bodies resumed grinding our shafts together. I slowly brought my hand down his body. The moment my fingers surrounded his dick, he groaned my name and orgasmed in my hand. Within seconds I erupted and my cum was all over us. We looked at each other and laughed.

After cleaning up, we went to the kitchen, where Adam had a plan for dinner. Once again, he made sure it was heart-healthy and delicious. I offered to help before and after dinner. He said he had everything under control and that I should just relax. We ate, talked, smiled, and laughed; it could not have been more perfect.

Back in the bedroom, we rid ourselves of the clothes we had on. Adam looked at me as we stood next to his bed. His eyes went up and down my body. I could feel myself harden as he met my eyes and licked his lips. His cock was growing also.

I went to my knees and took him in my mouth. "Ohhh...Brian...Ohhh," he murmured. I brought my arms around him, placing my hands on his ass and pulling him in deep, bringing my tongue and lips up and down his shaft. One of my hands holds him at the base of his erection. I take the tip in my mouth and suck it. Going down his hard dick again while his body quivered and his breath hitched.

"Mmmm...mmmm...I'm going to cum," Adam uttered breathlessly. I did not stop, I tightened my mouth around the head of his cock and moved my tongue to his slit, he shouted, "I'm cumming!" Tasting him excited me.

Adam whined, "I want you inside me, Brian." I grabbed the lube and a condom. My lubed fingers went into his hole making him ready for my thick cock. Finally, I lay on top of him, his legs already in the air, and we kiss as his pelvis moves to meet me. When I push inside, it feels like a warm tight glove, and we both instantly moan. Adam pressed himself against me as I went back and forth inside him. I feel my balls rise and tighten, it is difficult to not to cum right away. He brings his hand to his hardness, and I hear him say, "Ohhh...gooood...Brian, don't stop." He climaxes again as I fuck his warm hole.

I get my stiff shaft to his opening and push hard, in and out, again and again. The pressure on my cock is incredible. I cry out as I cum, "Adam...ahhh...Adam." After removing the condom, we lay together, just listening to each other's breath.

A few months passed, and I moved back to the small town and house in the middle of nowhere with my two roommates. I had been back at my job for a while. Adam did not have every weekend off, so he would visit me when he could during the week. There were hour-long phone calls and numerous texts when we were not together. I always missed him and knew he was much more than a hook-up. When he did have a weekend, I'd go to his home.

This weekend, I brought my dog, Lucy, to Adam's home. He really liked her, and Lucy had a dog crush on him. He wasn't home when I arrived, but I had a key. I let myself in, feeling slightly uncomfortable. After setting up Lucy's food and water, I took her to the backyard. Adam showed up with a pizza. His smile said it all; he was so pleased to see both of us.

We ate and then took Lucy for a walk. It was all so ordinary and exactly what I wanted with him. When we returned, I thought I should tell him how I felt but was scared. Adam speaks first, "I've been missing you. Let's go to the bedroom and talk."

My answer was, "Definitely." We both undressed and got under the covers. Our kisses were full of promise.

He stops, stares at me momentarily, and stammers, "Brian, I wish you would move in with me." I was shocked. We had not even said I love you to each other.

"There is a lot to think and talk about. I would have to get a job here. I sure don't want to commute almost two hours," I replied, and we both chuckled.

He kept holding me and quietly said, "Brian, I know we haven't known each other long, but I have feelings for you."

I choked up, "I have feelings for you too. Adam." I took his face in my hands and looked him in the eyes, saying, "I'd love to live with you!"

Our kisses continued, holding each other with wide grins. I lay back on the bed. Adam eventually settled between my legs, then put a pillow under my ass. He brought my hips toward his mouth, then kissed and sucked my tender skin on my inner thighs. Light kisses on my taint as his tongue danced toward my balls. Soon, I could feel his warm breath on my crinkled hole. I was beyond aroused. Then I felt him licking in a circular motion around my anus. I begged him to fuck me.

Adam started with lubed fingers going in and out of my hole, while my hand started to stroke my excited cock. The next thing I know is the feel of the head of his erect penis entering my hole. He stopped when I made a noise. There was pain. I whimpered, "I'm okay." It had been a long time.

He slowly pushed himself inside. The fullness of him inside me gave me chills. Then he groaned, "So tight." I wrapped my legs around him, while he took his cock back and forth slowly. Adam stopped and exhaled, "So good!"

"Ahhh...yes...mmmm," I moaned. He brought his cock almost out and in faster. Every nerve ending in my hole was ablaze. I muttered, "Harder, fuck me harder." His powerful thrusts over and over were sending sensations throughout my body. We both climaxed within seconds of each other.

We both were on our backs, our hands touching. Adam leaned over and kissed me just below my ear. In a hushed tone, he declared, "Brian, I love you."

I snuggled into his side and followed suit. "You are everything to me, Adam. I love you too." We fell asleep holding one another.

With the wheels in motion, I arrived in my small town on a mission to return to Adam. Finding a job was easy in the city where he lived. Telling my family, roommates, and friends proved difficult. They all thought I was moving too fast and worried that I would get hurt. I trusted Adam and knew that he loved me as I loved him. I also knew we would take care of each other, as well as my sweet dog, Lucy, and my cat, Slinky. It took a few months, but soon, we would be a ready-made family.

Adam made me feel like his home was mine. I settled in fine, and I liked my new job. Of course, there were a few rough patches, but we always worked them out. When he came home late, I made sure Adam had dinner, but it took a while before I made something other than hamburger or spaghetti. He was more traditional than I was, not as adventurous in the bedroom. When he did a few sexual acts with me that he wouldn't normally do, we found that close to half of the time he liked it. Then there were times I enjoyed his more traditional ways.

On the first anniversary of my heart attack, I wanted to propose to Adam. It took surgeons, doctors, and nurses to fix my heart. But only one Cardiac Care nurse made my heart beat. I planned a long weekend away to a quiet beachfront hotel. The nerves set in while I planned. Did I propose with a ring? Adam never wore rings, but he did like to wear bracelets. I found one online. Hopefully, he would see it as perfectly as I did.

It was late when we arrived at the hotel. Luckily, we had picked up some sandwiches, and once we unpacked, we filled our empty stomachs. "Brian, I'm going to take a quick shower. Do you want to join?" Adam was already stripping off his clothes. I was right behind him. He started the shower and then he finished undressing me.

Once under the stream of hot water, we both seemed to relax. I wanted to propose right there. "Do you know how happy you make me, Adam?"

He took my hand and said, "I'm happy too, Brian. Let's go to bed." We dried off in a hurry. Adam's eyes were dark with lust. He told me, "On the bed, ass in the air." At the same time, he stroked his already hard prick. I did as he said, my penis growing in anticipation. I felt his body behind mine. His hands on my hips as Adam asked, "Ready?"

"Uh-huh, fell out of my mouth. Then I could feel his hot breath and kisses on the back of my neck. He felt incredibly stiff when he entered me slowly. His dick slid in and out gently before he went hard and fast. I felt him so deep within me, and Adam kept moving with hard thrusts. The head of his cock, hit my prostate over and over again. Then I experienced an orgasm, which was different than any I ever felt before.

"Oh, Adam, don't stop," I groaned. My whole pelvis was quaking; I needed to squeeze the inside muscles I didn't know I had, and my legs were shaking. I wanted to reach out and touch myself, but I was held captive by this orgasm. Adam grabbed my cock, hot liquid spilled out onto his hand. Immediately I felt his cum inside me.

"What did you just do to me?" I breathed out.

"Oh, Brian," Adam snickered. My body could not move when he pulled out of me. I didn't even want him to touch me. Finally, he lay by my side, holding and kissing me.

"That was unlike anything I ever felt before. Unbelievable." I murmured. Then I moved to look at him and put my hands on his face, "Adam, marry me."

His eyes almost popped out of his head, and his smile beamed as he purred, "Yes, Brian, my love, yes." We grinned like fools in love until we fell asleep.

The next day, we looked around at jewelry stores. It turned out that Adam wanted a ring, although he loved the bracelet I picked out and wore it proudly. Luckily, we found matching rings of platinum with a single baguette diamond that we couldn't say no to. We were not going to wear them until we got married. That night, after dinner, we rushed back to the hotel and made love for hours.

Adam turned out to be a groomzilla and wanted a traditional wedding, which was okay with me. Our wedding was in a church. The reception was at a local restaurant that had a small banquet room. We danced the night away. Our family and friends were there, and it was beautiful. It was all we wanted it to be. We were both so full of joy and happiness.

When I look at our wedding photos, all I can see are huge smiles that are radiant with love. I never thought being a husband was in the cards for me. Just as I never thought a thirty-something would have a heart attack and double bypass surgery. Not to mention, a heart attack would lead me to a life filled with an extraordinary love.