Please help nifty all you can. Also if you can, while HIV/AIDS is a issue near and dear to the LGBT community, if possible coronavirus and the mentioned in this fictional story Ebola, that's very real and scary. All the best, thank you nifty, and to all who've read my stories and been so supportive. Terry
While the United States and world are going through the coronavirus pandemic, this is the proverbial walk in the park, compared to what Ebola is. Most people are familiar with it now, as there are several strains, and a few years ago it visited the United States to a lot of media coverage. Also this raised concerns, and as usual with Ebola, people did die. Yet western medicine and science helped decrease the normally 90% mortality rate, although Ebola Reston is only lethal to animals. Ebola Zaire, named after that country is not, and the origins of this fast moving virus aren't known. It could come from bats, or there's a hunter/cut theory from bushmeat of monkeys. Whatever the way this was created, it has lethal consequences, and it is beyond more frightening than anything Stephen King could make up. Even he was quoted as "agreeing to that."
A person who catches Ebola, at first might have a headache or sinus pain. They will probably think they have a minor illness, or as it progresses the common flu. It's far worse than that, as it not only destroys a human being from the inside out, it quickly moves to other victims whom are known as hosts. Ebola replicates fast and without feeling. It simply doesn't care, other than finding new hosts, and in the African continent where outbreaks are fairly common, it can be as other family and friends mourn along with preparing the body for burial. This adds more grief to grief, and we should all be grateful to the researchers and volunteers, who try with full resolve to control this nemesis of civilization.
With a 90% efficacy rate, imagine that passenger on the plane sneezing or coughing. Here you are in a perfect incubation laboratory. 200 to 500 people, who are not only in a metallic tube for hours, but who get on other airplanes, airports, destinations. This can spread to continents near and far. It won't take long either. Soon a major outbreak could happen. It's more common than even I want to admit while writing this, because the hemorrhaging, blood out of eyes and orifices, is beyond alarming. A terrible way to die, as what starts out as a headache or cough, goes from that benevolent inconvenience to a total body shutdown. Sweating, in pain, and dying in pain with hallucinations is nothing a pleasant way to go. We all have a day, but to be afflicted with Ebola is something no one should have to endure.
Want to not sleep at night? Read Richard Prestons best seller called "The Hot Zone." It shows what at the DNA and molecular level, what this virus does to those it captures. You'll turn pages riveted, and may finish it in one reading despite its 330 page length. This is real, and there are folks at Fort Derrick in Frederick, MD who study this in a lab. If this is ever weaponized, it would make nuclear bombs child play. At least from a psychological standpoint. As your goose bumps are probably raised right now, there are doctors, nurses, and researchers in the Africa savanna, waiting for inevitable outbreak. In their downtime, these men and women are just like us, and this is a story about the passion of two doctors who were pent up until becoming lovers. It's a work of fiction, so names and circumstances are coincidental, but I'm sure that in addition to a potential hot zone for viruses, a lot of hot sexual activity in the cradle of civilization.
Dr. Mark Kellogg was the American physician on site, and was used to hardship duty. He had gotten his medical degree in the US Army, had helped with UN and along with WHO efforts in disasters. Mark thought he'd seen hell in Haiti, but the outlying countryside of Mutare, Zaire was truly worse. It shook him to the core. Countless hours working in a biohazard 4 suit in vicious heat, and with patients who at best, might have a primary school education. It wasn't the residents fault, more or less it was so many socioeconomic stressors on Zaire from multiple fronts. On many evenings after 12 to 16 hour days, you could find him in his medical tent, drinking a glass of wine and smoking cigarettes. This had taken a toll on him, and family and friends on Skype were worried about his haggard appearance. Even his mom brought up his "thousand yard stare."
At 39 he other than needing a shave, shower, and rest was a handsome man. Standing in at 6'3 and a lean yet slightly muscular 200, he looked a bit like the new James Bond guy with the blond hair. "Hi Daniel Craig!," the other medical staff always joked with him. He had a good sense of humor, so he liked these moments of levity, plus the thought of such a good looking man always made him feel frisky. Now working on this project with Doctors Without Borders, he looked forward to continuing his passion, which was helping his fellow human beings. Yet the young idealist's fuse had been slightly diminished, by the bureaucratic nonsense he dealt with, but the bodies piling up dissuaded him further. Maybe his older brother was correct, to start a family practice back in California. His brother had already started a wildly successful one in San Francisco, and he told Mark to, consider it if he ever returned to the Yorba Linda area.
The hemorrhaging bodies were atrocious. Bloated and showing, all that was left of a person who died in misery. He puffed on his cigarette, and laughed at the pack warning which said "smoking kills." While it was a true statement, that was a much slower death, and not normally as grotesque as what Ebola had brought. As usual when the first outbreak began, witch doctors and shamans did blessings. Others revered said it was punishment from God. Mark was always amazed, how no matter where an outbreak or disaster happened, this was the canary in a coalmine response. What bothered him about Ebola, despite the anti virals saving some, was that he had to separate family members from their departed loved ones to decrease the chances of the wildfire of viruses spreading. On a personal level, it broke his heart to do this, despite it being part of the Hippocratic oath.
One mile away in his tent, Dr Kevin James of the British Health Service, sipped on his beer. He had had a harrowing day, as he did successfully with an interpreter, get through preventative methods to several families. This is what he was born to do, to generate awareness and work the front lines of the danger zone. He was before this assignment a family physician in London, although his specialty was infectious diseases. Mad Cow Disease or BSE was boring compared to this. He thought of the slides of BSE brains, both cows and humans. While the cause and problem had been remedied, this along with hoof and mouth disease, had ruined the image and reputation of the British agricultural machine. Yes it was correct that blood donors, were asked abroad about being in Britain, because Mad cow disease was spreadable via blood. If infected the prions of a persons brains were ripped apart, leaving images that looked like Swiss cheese. Yet this was a brain disease, where Ebola was a whole body killer.
He like Dr Kellogg, found aside from this virus, the heat of Africa to be sadistically cruel. Thankfully these moments in the evening, cooled things down a bit, and allowed him to Skype his anxious relatives in London and places all over the UK. He was warm and affable. Before he went to medical school, he had acted in a theatre, and was perhaps one of the biggest Shakespeare fans around. Considering they shared the same nation of birth, this was quite the accomplishment, but he was always honored to be in his luminary's plays in any role. Everyone enjoyed how jovial he was. Most had no idea he was a doctor, as his short frame and handsome mid 30's features, most would think he maybe worked in military history or something like that. Quite often he was known for cooking theater troupes meals during production, now he was putting his epidemic studies to work. He had published several noteworthy epidemiology papers, and some companies had offered him book deals. Dr Kevin James was brilliant yet so humble, and he spoke and wrote in the same easy to decipher manner. Quite often when giving a speech at a university, he'd be the first t quip about his 5'5 frame. Small in stature but such an electric personality, he was known for pranks and shenanigans.
The medical community tents were strange. They had their own commissary, kitchens, bathrooms, and even shower houses. It was here where these two thirty something's met the first time. Dr James walked in, to see this magnificent looking yank, with pectoral muscles that be almost drooled over. The hairy chest, the shaggy blond hair, and those blue eyes had him licking his lips. Yet aside from his hairy chest, this other man had quite possibly, one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen. If he was this huge flaccid, what was he like hard. Kevin tried not to be too obvious. Discreet was best. Yet Mark Kellogg and him kept running into each other there frequently. Kevin always gave him a view of his smooth rear end, and used to masturbate later, thinking of what it would be liked to be fucked by this Yankee. Big amounts of cum would shoot out, and he'd crash out of sheer exhaustion, along with the excitement of being with his crush.
UN peacekeepers and other sentries kept the food supplies going. A familiar site was an old C130, dropping pallets of provisions in nearby fields. The never forgiving wilderness was brought awake, by the loud thud of these shipments landing on the ground. Human suffering was another theme that constantly was going on, as numerous doctors, nurses, and volunteers would tend to the sick or in most cases dying. Hospice staff who had worked elsewhere, did all they could, but even they were overwhelmed by the scale and also the fear. There were rumors of medical folks catching Ebola, a word that could cause ones heart to race at alarming speeds. Yet none was verified. They were safe right? A lot of unease, tension, and feelings of isolation permeated the masses. Yet all of these men and women knew, and it was confirmed. The spread of this vile and vicious infection, had been stopped in this hot zone. Cases were dropping exponentially.
Doctors, nurses, and burned out volunteers had hope. You never know how powerful that word and feeling are, until you're in an abyss of pain that is surrounding you 24 hours and doesn't leave you as you sleep. These men and women performed like a symphonic orchestra, and while the music sometimes was less crying and screams of agony, it was a semblance of peace coming back to the main channel. Finally hours were cut to 8 to 12 hours. Days off were given. Even leave was granted. Less coffee and cigarettes were consumed. People were not stress eating anymore, and some makeshift yoga and workout classes were launched. This is how Dr Kellogg and Dr James became more acquainted. Now it wasn't just quick looks in the shower, as they were assigned to be spotting partners in the gym. They immediately hit it off, not only as two men dedicated to medication along with helping others, but soon each other.
Sure they began sneaking away to each other's tents to kiss. Every once in awhile when no one was looking, Mark grabbed Kevin's ass in a playful grope. Once they had the showers for a few, and Kevin massaged Marks Herculean cock and balls with soap. It felt so good for both of them, and soon both of their organizations, allowed them a week of leave. It was here that they decided, to visit the capital of Zaire. Kinshasa was certainly an interesting city, with 15 million inhabitants, and a huge disparity of extremely rich and those barely surviving. French and other languages including English are spoken here, and upon their arrival, Mark and Kevin got the swankiest hotel for next to nothing in dollars and euros. Both the American and Briton had come prepared, and while they intended on seeing some of the sights, there no doubt was a lot of passion to be unloaded.
As Kevin took a hot bath and groomed to be smooth all over for later, Mark was looking at the tourist guide, that Hyatt had for all of its guests. They both couldn't believe the sounds and sights, as they came into this bustling metropolis. It was a bit surreal, as they rode in a Range Rover. They enjoyed the country views to whatever this was, as there were developed highways and high rises, but also there was livestock and mayhem. Organized chaos perhaps is the only way to describe this city, which is thriving in many ways, yet you can't help but see shanties where Mercedes cars drive by them. There are signs of previous conflicts on the people, buildings, and landscapes. Who knew what would become of this, but the sights, sounds, and smells were distinctively Africa. For those who've been to the original continent, the birthplace of humans, it's an experience that'll bring you home even as you visit.
Mark found a Uber like service, and after coming out of the shower, Kevin got ready to roll. Mark looked so hot to him in the plaid shirt with tight blue jeans. He certainly knew what was under them, and Kevin wore tight khaki shorts with a t shirt. Like most African nations, they knew in public to act as tourist friends, as many gay people were beaten or worse in this part of the world. Kinshasa had extreme Christian and Muslim sects that disapproved of same sex couples, and warnings from their state department's were clear. Mark and Kevin kissed briefly, holding hands, and there two hearts beat strongly. Yet first Mark would take Kevin to a Ethiopian place a couple miles away. They'd have a nice dinner, drink some booze, and meander back to no doubt a night of passionate romance interlaced with lust.
Their driver had grown up and lived in the city his whole life. He was very polite, and even told them as he handed Mark his card, that he could be their tour guide for only a $50 fee per day in US dollars. This was quite a bargain, as his car was a Mercedes S class that wasn't too old. Comfortable, leather seats, and most importantly air conditioning. He brought them to the restaurant, and somehow was able to get through, a tremendous amount of traffic with "no set rules." There seemed no concern by other drivers, and pedestrians knew better than to just "cross the street." Mark and Kevin couldn't believe the amount of activity, as well as so many vibrant colors everywhere. It seemed elections were coming up soon, and their driver explained that it was for "city representatives." Upon inquiring about this, they learned about the fifteen seats up, and how some of the officials and parties worked. Apparently corruption and "paying to play" were quite common, although there were some upcoming reforms. The music was a reminder of where they were, and Mark tipped the driver a $20 bill. He was so very thankful, as this was a month of rent.
The restaurant was cozy, and they had a small table in the back. Mark and Kevin like Damika their waitress right away, and she brought them African cocktails that were high in alcohol content. Sweet tasting with notes of mango, Mark and Kevin held hands under the table for a few. At first they encountered some static electricity, but now their two warm hands felt good. Kevin was so turned on by the buff Mark, and Marks hard cock was full and ready to show Kevin a excellent ride. The sexual tension was palatable. Yet they tried not to give away who they were, and it was obvious Damika caught on. She was playful which they enjoyed, and the food was delicious. Chicken with vegetables, and several styles of dumplings. Both men agreed it was the best meal they had dined on in awhile, and reminisced about things at home. They had a lot in common, and they discussed everything from art to movies. It was a good time as they drank more, and hailed a taxi back to the hotel after settling the bill.
As soon as the door closed, Kevin felt Mark behind him. The scent of his woodsy masculine cologne gave him goose bumps, and they both started kissing. Holding hands, their blue eyes each looking into each other, with a fiery intensity that is rare but incredible when it happens. Almost like a flower blooming in record speed, Mark guided Kevin to the bed, as their tongues touched and felt so rewarding. Kevin felt Marks hands on his nipples. Oh they were so hard, and they always were his sensitive spot. Kevin kissed Marks neck, and he could feel him breathing heavier. The temperature in the room was rising, and the king sized bed, was going to get the Royal treatment.
Touches of lips. True connection and passion. French kissing. Shirts off and Mark was enjoying Kevin's hairless chest, as he was hairy as a grizzly bear. How did Kevin know he enjoyed the hands rifling through his chest hair? His balls were suddenly heavy anvils, as the kissing was intense as a Fourth of July or Guy Fawkes fireworks celebration. The slurping sounds of their mouths together. The eye contact was insane. Everything including time stopped, as soon both men were wearing nothing but their underwear. Mark had the traditional tighty whities with that gigantic bulge, while Kevin wore low riding pink briefs that were see through mesh.
These made Mark damn near rabid. He could see that shaved cock, and also when Kevin turned around, those well defined hips and buns of steel. They were divine and he grabbed them, and Kevin moaned with pleasure and anticipation. He hadn't been fucked for months, and Mark hadn't had any action for a long time. These two men needed to get it on, and as they kissed and held each other, Kevin made a bee line for Marks crotch. He intended and with all full speed, took those underwear off to be greeted with a diamond cutter hard penis that was so beautiful it should be on those Roman statues.
Mark liked being nude and even more so with another guy. As he laid there, he felt Kevin going up his legs with his hands and tongue. A sensation of bliss became reality, as Marks soft palms went up and down his shaft. He moaned and grabbed the blanket with his fingers, as Kevin took him in his saliva drenched warm mouth. Up and down in those silky lips, soon it just became sensory overload, as he had lost all control. He was able to watch Kevin, sucking his shaft, and got more turned on seeing his precum in his lovers lips. That feeling of warmth and wetness, and the seal of Kevin's mouth was magic. Kevin did his best to throat him completely. He had experienced some big cocks, but nothing like this picture perfect monster. Although he ravenously sucked, and licked Marks giant balls with that irresistible musky flavor, he knew he was going to be challenged very shortly.
The sensation all over Mark was intense. Looking at Kevin's eyes as his cock was devoured and gobbled up, was so intense and truly brought his sexuality to new heights. He grabbed Kevin's dark hair, and pushed him down on his penis. Kevin enjoyed this, but Marks monster made his jaw hurt and flex in ways not thought possible. The precum was sugary sweet, and he loved using his curled up tongue, to see Mark's breathing become labored. It was the ultimate turn on, and he had always been known for his fellatio skills. Now he had to step up his game, and soon these two were kissing, with Kevin feeling his cock being touched.
It felt so damn good. The underwear being pulled off of him. His rear end grabbed by Marks Vice grip hands. Oh they were so warm, and the heat between these two was as awarding as a mirage of water in the desert would be. Yet this didn't vanish, and soon Kevin cried out in joy, as he felt Marks mouth and tongue working on his organ. Oh yes this baptismal blowjob was so welcomed, and his back arched as he watched his clean shaven package disappear in Marks mouth. His lips slurped him up like a vacuum, and oh when Mark started to edge him, he squealed in delight. Hot lights seemed to be on the room, as now Mark was giving him head, rimming him, and the finger started to move in. It felt incredible, as it methodically moved further inside him followed by another digit.
Two became one as they engaged in 69. Oh the mutual satisfaction, slobber on cocks, and pulsating body heat was so much. If the bed could rate the performance, a 10 on all parts of this sexual awakening. Both men had been pent up so long, as the feeling of it being new, was almost occurring as the voltage was through readable levels. They were so hard, primed, and desiring each other. So much stress, and traveling Zaire, had made them both yearn for each other primal. Each hormone, nerve, and setting was a go for the lust and ravenous activity going on here. As they kissed, and their cocks rubbed together, Kevin looked at Mark with sparkling eyes and said "I want you to fuck me now!" It was an intense desire, and Mark was happy to comply, as it wasn't as if he was going to wait for a permission slip.
Lube on his ass, Kevin felt Mark fingering him to waves of warm pleasure. He also sensed that big thick stump close by, and while ready and so desiring to be stretched, there was some trepidation. After more fingering and lubing, he grabbed the headboard to be taken from behind. Ass up in the air, Mark inserted his screamingly hard penis inside one inch at a time. There was that popping sound, and Kevin couldn't breathe for a few seconds, as the size alone seemed to cut him up. The amount of sheer pressure went throughout his spine, and despite Mark being gentle, he was in a world of hurt that started to finally ebb into pleasure.
It felt amazing to have that big rock hard penis in him, to hear Mark grunt, to feel those hands on his waist. He felt his g spot being touched by his partner, and that pulsating penis just slid by with authority and assertiveness. Clicking noises, and sweat were all over Kevin, and Mark groaned in pleasure as the ass he was fucking might as well have been the hope Diamond. So tight, wet, hot, and he gently tugged on his lovers balls to hear him moaning as he plugged away like a largemouth bass on a lure. Sliding back and forth the warmth from his cock was all over him. Kevin was smiling as he just felt an adrenaline rush words can't describe, as Marks penis slid into him like a stick of hot butter filling him up and stretching his nerve laden rear.
They continued to make love from the side position, Mark was such a damn good spoon, as they kissed passionately. Kevin looked down to see his ass full of that big cock, and this visual experience made his eyes reel back in ecstasy. He touched them and was rewarded with a beaming smile, and Mark kissing him with even more desire. Like perfect notes on a piano they made love, and the bed creaked with their motions in unison. Soon Kevin was on top of Mark, running his fingers through his chest. It was a view to be loved and desired, and as they kissed, Kevin came all over the place. The orgasm was so strong, as he bucked like a bronco, and the kissing continued along with the probing.
That orgasm was on every conceivable level, and now he still enjoyed hopping up and down Marks penis. They were connected. Two were one. Sweat and the smell of their pheromones, and the feeling of Marks sex inside him felt incredible. It was hard to open his eyes, as Mark felt as if, he had access to narcotics with the sensation of him pushing further into Kevin. Their lips touching, hands holding, the ocean of pressure from down below was moving upwards. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm cumming!" Screaming. Bliss. Pleasure. Every happy emotion across the spectrum, as his penis exploded what could only be gallons of sperm into Kevin. He smiled as the liquid was shot inside him with ferocity and speed he had never felt the likes of before.
Lying in the bed, both breathing heavily, with hearts racing. Mark and Kevin kissed each other, and cuddled up together with their radiant heat. Clothes everywhere and the bedspread ruffled, this was needed for the both of them. What an amazing feeling. Far away from the hell they had been experiencing for months, they smiled holding on to each other, knowing that even in chaos something beautiful had blossomed on the African continent. Good conversation, romance, and pure sexual pleasure was on the menu for the week and well deserved for these two guys.