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Natural Therapy
My head hurt. And I mean it really hurt. It wasn't the kind of hurt that comes with an average headache, either. It was the kind of hurt where I felt like I'd been bodyslammed by the planet Mars. Remembering that the average planet moved at thousands of kilometers per hour only made my head hurt more. I squinted my eyes shut, hoping this was only a very nasty hangover.
I heard someone call my name. I was surprised by the sound of my name. I tried to turn my head.
"Just relax. I'll get you something for the pain."
Surprised by the voice, I tried to sit up. My head exploded in pain again. I sank back into the pillow, suddenly realizing that I was in bed. Whose bed? My bed was a waterbed. This one wasn't. I didn't care that I was confused; I just let myself be confused. I tried to open my eyes and managed, slowly. Some blurry guy I didn't know was sitting beside the bed, holding a small blurry mug of something. He held it out to me and said, "Drink this. It'll ease the pain." I slowly managed to drink it all, whatever it was. It was warm and had a very indistinguishable taste to it, but not at all an unpleasant taste. I sank back to let the drink do its work.
The haze spoke in a soft, soothing voice. "Man, if you didn't wake up pretty quick there I was going to get you to a hospital."
I tried to focus, unsuccessfully. "What do you mean? Where am I? How do you know my name?"
His voice said, "I checked your wallet for your name. You rolled your car just outside my house here. You're lucky you came through with no broken bones or serious injuries, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to move you. You've probably just got a concussion."
Things were starting to come back to me. I'd been visiting a couple of friends out in the countryside. I seemed to remember something running across the road, faster than I could react. I had looked away for perhaps half a second, and when I looked back it was there, moving fast. I reacted in the only way I could -- involuntarily. I only swerved... then I remembered nothing more, except for a distant sound of crunching gravel and a vague sensation of sitting on a ceiling. It was probably the seat while the car was going upside-down into the ditch. For the first time in my life I literally could have kissed whoever had invented seatbelts.
"I probably owe you my life," I mumbled.
It must have been more mumble than coherent words, as I heard him get up and say, "Get some rest." And I did manage to sleep.
I woke up later, feeling much better. I had a few bruises, but that was to be expected from going through a nightmarish and potentially deadly version of something you might find at your average everyday amusement park. Only I was far from amused. At least my head wasn't hurting any longer.
The door began to glide open and my rescuer came into the room. He looked over at me in surprise through his dark, stringed bangs and said, "Oh, you're awake again." He smiled. "How are you?"
"Better. But I should let my friends know what's happened. They'll be worrying about me."
He nodded. "I have a cordless I can bring in here if you want, but I would recommend rest first."
Suddenly a Stephen King movie I'd seen a few weeks before seemed very familiar. I said, "I hope you don't think me ungrateful, but do you have any medical training?"
He smiled again, a broad friendly smile, his brilliant green eyes focused unwaveringly on me. "I do have some. Enough to know that you don't need very much except rest and attention. If you'd been seriously injured, I wouldn't have brought you back here. I would have gotten an ambulance here."
"Isn't it too far?" The question sounded stupid as soon as I'd asked it.
He just shook his head slightly.
"But you weren't sure as to whether or not I was going to wake up. How long was I here before I woke up?"
"About five or ten minutes, if that. I didn't find any serious injuries that would have required immediate attention, which is why I removed you from the car. But I was beginning to get worried that you weren't regaining consciousness right away. Like I said, you're lucky to have come out of it like you did, judging from the way your car looked."
"Totalled?" I asked.
He nodded ruefully. "Quite."
"Great," I moaned. "Just what I need. - So why do you have medical training?"
"I live out on this acreage alone. I have for about three years. I moved out here just after I turned twenty-four, and I had the foresight to see it might be handy to know a few things before I did move out here. Survival techniques, mostly. Some things about herbs and natural remedies, too. It comes in handy, and occasionally even with the few animals I have out here."
I nodded, pondering this. It made sense; such knowledge could certainly come in handy in some situations.
He said, "Excuse me a moment." He left the room.
As he left, I realized that my body was most likely in better condition than I'd previously have thought, considering the pain I'd been in earlier. My rescuer (I still didn't know his name) was quite pleasant to look at. He was tall and had short dark hair and shining green eyes, almost emerald in their fire. Country living had obviously been kind to him, as he seemed in very good physical shape. A slight rush of hormones caused a vague stirring, but little more. I stopped the impulse to daydream, as I didn't think it would have been appropriate.
He came back into the room within a few minutes with a steaming mug and a cordless phone. Sitting on the bed beside me and placing the phone on the table beside the bed, he offered the mug to me and said, "Drink this. It'll help."
I sat up a bit and looked at what was in the mug. Sort of a deep, dark, earthy-greenish tinge to it. I smelled it. Bitter, sweet, sharp -- several smells blended together. I tasted it. It appeared to be what he'd given me to drink before. It was oddly sweet, but there was a slight peppery-bitter taste as well. It tasted all right, but a faint, bitter aftertaste lingered slightly.
"What is it?"
"Just another of my creations. Tansy to relax you, white willow to reduce pain, raspberry leaves and barley to give you vitamins and minerals, and sweet clover and new growths of blue spruce to make it taste all right."
I shook my head, staring at the concoction. "That's amazing."
"You have to know what you're doing. Tansy is lethal in large amounts, and lethal dosage changes randomly from plant to plant. It's something I make sure I'm overly careful with."
"I should think so. What about willow? Aspirin makes your stomach bleed in large amounts, doesn't it? It's because it's an acid, I think."
"It's technically an acid -- ASA from the leaves being an acid -- but I think it becomes more alkaline when it's made into aspirin. Willow leaves are natural. Pretty much harmless, but you can never get rid of the bitter taste no matter what you do. And in large amounts, raspberry will keep you sitting on the can for quite some time." He smiled another one of his broad, friendly smiles, seeming to linger a little bit longer than I'd expect from a simple reassuring smile. "Phone's here if you want to call your friends."
I picked up the phone and began dialing. "All right. But stay here so you can explain where I am if need be."
Three rings later the phone picked up on the other end. I notified my friends, Craig and Eric, that I'd rolled my car. Of course, they freaked out immediately and demanded to know where I was. I told them to hold on a moment, then handed the phone to my host. He introduced himself as "Dan, down on the corner of the main highway, right by the big dairy farm". (Apparently it was true that country communities were closer than city communities. Such directions given to anyone in the city might well have sent them hunting through Loch Ness.) That seemed to calm everyone down, because the excited squawking from the receiver diminished a few orders of magnitude. I finished off my tea while Dan continued explaining that I was fine, just a bit bruised. Finally Dan handed the phone back to me.
"You lucky dog, you," Eric's voice came through the phone. "I know who rescued you. Man, he's a cute one. I've seen him around from time to time. Nice bod."
"I know," I said lamely, hoping Dan hadn't heard that. "I'm fine. I'll let you know what happens."
"I should hope so. Did he at least give you mouth-to-crotch resuscitation?"
I sputtered, suddenly laughing. "I don't know," I said, noticing that Dan was trying to be polite by looking away out the window.
"You need a ride home?" Eric teased. "I could come and get you, if you want me to."
"No thank you," I said. He was trying to be a goofball, and he was succeeding. I giggled savagely, suddenly noticing that I felt a little more energetic, a little less beaten up. It was probably something in the tea, which didn't really surprise me. I hadn't eaten anything since that morning, so the tea's ingredients would have gone to work quickly on an empty stomach. "Fortunately I have an old beater I can rattle around in until I get this car taken care of, whether repaired or replaced or towed away, or whatever. And I will talk to you later."
"All right. Goodbye, and don't do anyone, er, anything I wouldn't do."
"Goodbye, Eric." I hung up.
"You have strange friends," Dan commented.
"Fiends is more like it," I said. "They're certifiable nutcases."
He put a hand on my thigh through the covers. "And they think I'm cute too, do they?"
I gasped, suddenly wide-eyed. At first I was embarrassed that he'd overheard the conversation.
"If there's one thing about that phone, it's that it has a loud receiver." He smiled again. "Relax. Herbs isn't my only area of specialty in natural healing. I can even... resuscitate you, if you want." He grinned a sexy, knowing grin and winked his left eye at me.
I slowly moved my right hand up to his thigh, ignoring a slight twinge of pain in my shoulder that came from what would probably swell up into a bruise the size of a watermelon. The tea was probably damping the pain quite a bit. Through his jeans was the feeling of a very firmly-built thigh. I squeezed slightly.
He slipped his shirt over his head in a single smooth motion, revealing a torso that was just as smoothly built. Everything about it indicated fluid dynamics in its purest form. Rural living had obviously done him well.
Still sitting to one side of me, he leaned over me and braced himself with his thick, strong arms on each side of me. He lowered himself down to his elbows as he brought his face closer to mine. The heat from his body seemed to penetrate deeply into mine and massage my aches and pains away, even though I was still fully clothed. His arms slipped behind my shoulders as his soft lips pressed against mine. A moment later, one of his hands slipped down under the covers and began pulling my button-fly apart. His fingers obviously had a great deal of dexterity to them, as he quickly had my fly open. He slipped his hand underneath and began to massage my hardening prick.
He pulled back a bit and said, "You see? There's more to natural healing than just herbs and teas. Sometimes you need a bit of, say, physiotherapy." He winked at me with that. "The faster your heart beats, the more blood gets to the damaged areas, and the faster those damaged areas will heal."
I just grinned back, noting that I was now fully aroused.
"Just let me know if I hit a bruised spot or something, all right?"
I nodded. "I will."
He once more pressed his lips against mine, our mouths and tongues tentatively touching, tasting, testing. He very carefully began to remove my shirt, and managed to do so without hitting any of my sore spots. With one fluid motion of his well-developed arms, he tore the covers from the bed and sent them to the floor on the other side of the room. He slowly and carefully slipped my jeans off next, leaving only my socks and underwear, both of which did virtually nothing to hide my arousal.
He stood up and began slipping off his own jeans, slowly and seductively, watching my expression as he did so. They slid slowly to the floor, revealing firmly built legs which weren't too overly built but very nice to look at. His torso widened from beautifully broad shoulders to a slim waist that disappeared into bikini-style briefs barely able to contain his own throbbing manhood. His tight, firm-looking buns smoothed what little of his briefs covered them. He got back onto the bed and straddled me, taking care not to rest his weight on me. He began kissing me and grinding his crotch against mine.
He began kissing my chest, then my stomach, and before I knew it he was at my briefs, pulling them down my legs. He quickly had them off and turned his tongue's attention on my prick. He began licking, teasing, kissing me further into arousal. He took the head between his lips and slid his mouth down around the shaft. His tongue whirled around my prick as he did so, which made me groan out loud. His attention moved all over my balls and shaft and the surrounding area. He seemed intent on licking every square millimeter around my crotch.
He raised himself up to his knees. His briefs were about halfway down his thighs now, and his own cock reached right up to the downy hair around his navel. He said, "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"
I shook my head slightly. "Not so far. You keep missing all the nasty bruises."
"Good." He bent over and returned to his task. His lips slid up and down the length of my shaft, as though attempting to lift the entire weight of my body with his mouth. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job, because every time his mouth slid up to my cockhead, my hips seemed to raise slightly as though attempting to follow him, never wanting to let my cock leave his hot, wet, soothing mouth. My breathing seemed deafening in the room, as though amplified a thousand times by the entire house. I didn't know how much experience he'd had sucking cock, but it seemed like he had been practicing for years!
Time seemed to slow with increasing intensity as I found myself inexorably climbing the mountain of arousal towards the inevitable peak. The occasional moan from my chest and throat grew into numerous grunts and groans of approval as his soft lips and playful tongue worked slowly and gently yet tirelessly to bring me off, to coax my load out into his hot, waiting mouth. He wouldn't have long to wait and his patience would be well-rewarded, as I had a huge load just waiting to be let loose. My cockhead pushed against the back of his throat time and time again, each time getting a caressing squeeze from his throat muscles. The sensations from that alone were unbelievable. He let out a few soft grunts of desire, his lips vibrating slightly against my sensitive prick as he sighed and moaned. It all collaborated to push my arousal level higher and higher.
Suddenly, I knew it was going to happen. I hit the point of no return. Time slowed even further. One long, drawn-out moan escaped my throat as a few more strokes with his sensuous mouth made my balls tighten up against my body. They began to release their pent-up load of hot juice with furious intensity. Just as I started to blow my load, he took his cue from my moans and buried me in his throat, right to the root. He kept his mouth there, his tongue rubbing up and down my rock-hard length and his lips forming a delightful vacuum around the base. My moan turned to a hoarse cry of ecstasy as my cream erupted out of my cock-slit in a thick flood and raced down his throat. I could feel his throat muscles and tongue working around my cockhead to milk me for all I was worth. My prick pumped five good thick spurts into his throat, and he drank every drop with inexhaustible zest.
He kept me in his mouth for a few moments, his tongue and throat muscles still caressing me, milking the last few drops of cum from my cock. It was then I noticed, or thought I noticed, that the bed was shaking. Suddenly he released me from his mouth's grip and braced himself over me, moaning suddenly. The bed shook more intensely as he finished jacking himself off with four or five more powerful, rapid strokes. He cried out as he blew a great thick load of his hot cum onto me. He shot with surprising force, spraying his hot, creamy juice in thick streams all over my cock, balls, pubic area, and lower stomach. Although its heat faded quickly, he lowered his hot tongue and mouth to my body once more and licked his sticky cum off of me, taking exquisite care to make sure he got every last molecule. The body massage was more than I could take, and I just about passed out. Not even the intense pain I'd felt earlier had taken control of my body the way he had!
He moved up towards me when he was convinced he'd cleaned me off enough and stretched his streamlined body out beside me, kicking off his briefs and tossing them unceremoniously to the other side of the room with his foot. I managed to roll over onto my left side, which was my relatively intact side, so I was facing him without evoking much of a pain response from the bruised and damaged parts of my body. He moved in quickly, his lips meeting mine and taking control once more. He slipped a tongue between my lips and I returned the favor, exploring and tasting him as well as an aftertaste of my own juice. He put a roaming hand on my chest and side, and I caressed the length of his arm, his side, his chest, his stomach, before coming to rest on the side of his face. He pulled back, staring me in the eyes.
I felt a little awkward with a sudden impulse, but I felt I couldn't lose out on anything at this point. "Could I see you again?" I asked.
He grinned impishly. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Get yourself checked out for a concussion." His grin widened. "Although if you have one, you seemed to function quite well nevertheless."
I giggled. "It's because you're so... well, persuasive."
He chuckled back. "I know. So do we have a deal?"
I nodded slightly, suddenly noticing how drained of energy I felt. "Absolutely," I stated emphatically.
He kissed me again, with a soft, delicate kiss. "We should get some rest. The tansy will see to that, if exhaustion doesn't."
I caressed his firm chest. "Either or both, same effect." We kissed again, then drifted off into a deep regenerative sleep.
We did see each other again, and again, and again. I can hardly wait until he gives me the full-body massage.
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