Strange Days 2: Hospital hot bed
Editor's note: I find that my characters are victims, unable to control their circumstances, surprised at what they do. They feel ashamed that they didn't avoid these situations and worse, let themselves give in to pleasures they couldn't understand. John is one of them and after the experience with Lars, the trucker, finds himself spiraling down the rabbit hole. This is another step towards weird, giving 'fetish' a new level of definition. Outrageous.
Put yourselves in John's character, if you dare.
We arrived in Erie, PA about five thirty, it was a warm Monday evening. Lars dropped me off a half mile from my friend's house. He looked at me with a smile and said, "I'm glad I picked you up, you're a nice guy and you sure know how to handle a cock."
What could I say to that. I had given him a blow job just outside of Erie. Lars came so strong, I was glad he had pulled off the road. I swallowed every drop, licked him clean and sat up in my seat. Lars had said, "John, that's some goodbye. You've learned how to give head, it was great."
I didn't know if I should be proud or terrified.
I grabbed my suitcase and gig bag, (did I mention I was a musician,) and stepped down from the cab. I watched him pull away before walking to my friend's house. While walking, I tried to rationalize the events of the last day. I kept telling myself, it wasn't my fault, it just happened. I was completely confused. I hoped it was only a onetime thing and I could forget about it and move on.
I arrived and rang the bell. Kevin answered the door immediately.
"Hi John, been waiting for you, how was the trip?"
"It was easy," I replied, "picked up in Jersey and dropped off just down the road."
"Nice going," Kevin said, "come on in; Lizzy's not home, still working, but we planned on a nice dinner tonight, it's a new place in town."
Kevin has been my friend for many years. He is married to a beautiful girl, Elizabeth, but we all call her Lizzy. I met Lizzy some years back, when Kevin arranged a double date. Although both girls were hot, Lizzy had it all and I was so taken by her. We all spent the night at Kevin's place and although I had a great time fucking, I kept thinking of Lizzy in the next room, naked. It drove me crazy.
My dreams of Lizzy were not to be, She and Kevin connected and were married two years later. I was in the wedding party, happy for them both, but still enamored with Lizzy.
Kevin spoke up and broke my trance, "I'm impressed you were not afraid to hitchhike, I've heard all kind of horror stories."
"Horror stories?" I asked surprised, "never heard of any problems."
"Those truckers get horny on the road, they pick up a hitchhiker and before you know it, their fucking your ass or forcing you to give head, I wouldn't take the chance."
I hoped that Kevin didn't see the flush on my cheeks. I couldn't help but remember the hard fucking I got from Lars, the feeling of his cock inserted deep in my ass or the cum I swallowed giving him head. Trying to get my feelings under control, I said, "it doesn't matter, I didn't see any of that going on."
"Well you were lucking, I'm glad."
We talked for about one hour when we heard Lizzy come in from the garage. She came around the corner and said, "Hi John, you made it, nice to see you again."
She looked as hot as ever, standing five feet seven inches, around one hundred and thirty-five pounds with a great figure. We embraced, "Lizzy it's great to see you too."
The evening was fun, we laughed and joked, talking about old times. At one-point Lizzy turned to me and ask, "so John, how is your love life, anyone special?"
"No, not really, I've been waiting to settle down before getting involved, you know the drill."
"Sure," she said, "Just don't wait too long,"
Kevin chimed in, "talking about settling down, you know my business is internet sales and I happened to meet someone that wants to promote his music business. It just so happens he is a record producer. His business is finding new talent, working with them, hopefully to break into the record business."
"That sounds interesting," I said, "would be great to meet with someone whose connected."
"I thought so too, so I mentioned I had a friend. I told him you were busting with talent and he wouldn't be disappointed. I took the liberty to set something up for next week."
"I knew I could count on you Kevin, that sounds wonderful. What time is the appointment?"
"I've got all the details at home, we'll put it together later."
The dinner was great, but I was tired and looked forward to a good night's sleep. When we arrive back at the house, Lizzy showed me to my room and where the main bathroom was, gave me a towel and wash cloth, then said, "good night, John, sweet dreams."
I took my pants off and sat on the bed in my shorts and undershirt. I couldn't get the ride here out of my mind. I was afraid it changed something in me, I just didn't know what. About then I heard Lizzy talking in the hallway, then I heard the bathroom door shut. Shortly after, the water was running, my thought immediately went to Lizzy standing in the shower. The image got me hot. The feeling gave me hope that I was still normal, I'm still lusting after women, I'm safe.
I heard the shower stop, the bathroom door open and knew Lizzy was back in her room. I grabbed my towel and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I locked the door, put my towel down and pulled off my undershirt. When I reached for my shorts, a feeling came over me. I didn't simply pull them down, I did it slowly enjoying it. As they slipped over my ass, I felt so horny, I could feel my cock getting hard. What the hell was this.
I stood there naked, aching for someone to play with my ass. I had to restrain a desire to leave the bathroom and walk around naked. Maybe Lizzy would come out of her room and see me.
My asshole twitched at the thought. It was a weird, tingling sensation I'd never felt before.
I reach down for my cock and began to jerk myself off. While jerking, my free hand went to my ass. I felt it, as if for the first time, smooth and firm. I turned to see my ass in the mirror imagining how it must have looked to Lars when I first stripped for him. My fingers teased my ass crack slowly traveling up and down.
My cock was rock hard as my fingers continued their way to my asshole. When I touched my hole, my whole body shook. A chill went from head to toe. I felt my cock come close to exploding. I inserted my finger, it felt so good.
Out of control, I heard myself say, "please fuck me." I imagined Lars finger fucking me, and it brought on such a rush. Then I came.
I showered and went to bed, hoping that this was nothing more than a weak moment.
Over the next few days, I was very self-conscious, worried about these strange thoughts and desires, wondering if they showed on my face. Once while showering, I purposely left the door ajar. It excited me to think Lizzy or maybe Kevin might peek in when I stepped out of the shower. The thought made me so horny. Holding on to the feeling, I would go back to my room and jerk off. Sometimes I would fantasize that Lizzy might walk in while I was jerking, take hold of my cock and say, "I'll take care of that for you." I've never had thoughts like that before.
Since my hitchhiking experience, I have noticed these changes. I loved being naked anytime I was alone, no matter where, I would feel the need to strip and jerk off. Sometimes I would press my ass up against a window, hoping no one was watching, and hoping everyone was watching. I noticed that my asshole kept reminding me it was there. I felt it flexing, wanting attention. I would squeeze it, but that would only increase my need to insert something and stop the longing. Sometimes I looked around for anything that might make a suitable dildo.
I used to jerk off with pictures of naked, beautiful woman, but now can't get myself going. When I imagined surrendering my ass, my cock would get rock hard and soon explode. What will become of me?
One evening, we decided to go out to eat. We went to this local bar and enjoyed some pizza and beer. We met several friends of Kevin and Lizzy, nice people and successful professionals. Billy was one of them and we hit it off. He was a doctor, still single and employed at a local hospital. I told him I was fascinated by all that doctor and hospital stuff.
"Why don't you come by tomorrow, towards the end of my shift. I'll show you around," Billy said.
"Really, that would be great. What time would you want me there?"
"About five, five thirty would work,"
The next day I arrived as scheduled. I found Billy on the second floor, at the nurse's station.
"Hi Billy."
"Hi John, glad you could make it. Just a second and I'll be finished here."