The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fictional setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB
Someone for Doug
Chapter 3
It turned into such a major event. I had no idea what was going to happen, I figured they'd put me in the back seat of the car and drive me home. Oh, no. First Josh shows up and gives me another shot, this time in my butt. Then the ambulance attendants arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher, bundled me up with blankets and strapped me tight to the gurney. I think they must have rolled me through every corridor in the hospital as we took two different elevators to reach the Emergency entrance. Outside we went and they loaded me into the ambulance.
During the ride home at least the siren wasn't screeching and they didn't run any red lights. When we arrived there was a small crowd gathered. Dad was home waiting, Mrs. Frye was fussing, Teddy was there, Josh drove up right after the ambulance, two or three of my friends were there including Jim Reynolds and several of the neighbours came out when they saw the ambulance and walked down to our yard. It seemed forever until they hauled the gurney into the house.
I thought they would take me upstairs to my bedroom, but instead we made a sharp right from the vestibule, through the living room and into the dining room. I couldn't twist around to see what was happening when they started to unstrap the belts which were holding me and before I knew it they rolled me up beside another hospital bed and transferred me into it. A hospital bed in the middle of the dining room. The table and chairs were gone and this big, metal hospital bed with the bars, ropes and slings, just like the one I left in the hospital was in our dining room.
"Welcome to the James Hospital for Recovering Leg Injuries." my Dad announced to me.
"Where's the dining room furniture." I asked, still in a state of confusion over the change in our house.
"In the basement for awhile." Dad replied. "Teddy's been busy all morning hauling chairs down there so they'd be out of the way. He did a terrific job." Teddy seemed to blush at the recognition.
"Okay, people." Josh announced. "Say your hellos and good byes. Our patient needs his rest and he has therapy to do yet this morning before he can settle down. We'll have some visiting this afternoon and this evening." As always, people listened when Josh spoke. Especially on the occasions he had that certain tone to his voice which announced he wasn't going to tell them again, like when my friends were fooling around in the pool and he told us to `Cool It'. This was one of those times. Even Dad gave me a hug and kiss and took off for his office. The house was cleared in under five minutes and Josh and I were left to ourselves.
"Josh, why did the Doctor let you look after the therapy on my leg ?" I asked. "This isn't exactly psychiatry."
"A long time ago, before I trained at the University for my degree in Nursing," he explained, "I was trained as a Registered Massage Therapist. I thought once I had completed that training I would have something to help me earn money while I was in school and it worked out well for me. The Orthopedic Doctors like to have a Nurse doing therapy, but most aren't trained in the specialties of the area. My training is different than a Physiotherapist would have."
"He said he would give almost anything if you would transfer to his department." I told Josh. As we were talking he was again massaging my hip. His touch was much firmer than Dave's had been when he had practiced and I could really feel the muscle soreness and the tenderness in the surrounding areas.
"I've been invited several times to move to orthopedics, but I like the challenge where I am now." he said. The rhythm of his stroking movement was again having its effect on my libido. As we talked my cock straightened out to its full 6.5" length and pointed out from my abdomen at about a 40 degree angle. Josh didn't comment, he just continued massaging around my hip and moving the hip joint by shifting my leg.
"Josh, I'm having a sort of problem." I mentioned.
"I noticed, but wasn't going to comment." he replied. "I told you before it was going to happen."
"No, not that. Well yes, that in a way too." I responded. "It's about what happened the past two days after this happened and you guys left me alone. I can't get off. I wanted to ask you or Dad about it yesterday, but there was always someone else around."
"Tell me what happens." he said. "Is there some kind of pain or discomfort ?"
"I can only get so far and when I reach a point where I usually tighten the muscles in my ass and under my balls, it hurts and I can't go any farther." I explained. He told me to relax and put his hand between my legs and pushed up on the area between my ball sac and the bottom of my ass crack. The perineum he called it. I would have jumped if I could, but instead I just said "Ouch".
"The floor of your pelvis has been strained." he commented. "I can see where it would present difficulty."
"What are we going to do ?" I muttered. "You are my best friend." I had not been looking at him when I said it, but when he didn't say anything I looked up and found myself staring straight into his bright, blue eyes.
"I am not going to get you off. Now or ever." he told me in a even, regular voice. "I feel privileged you look on me as your best friend, but I am also your substitute parent and the activity you are indirectly hinting at is inappropriate. I love you very much, but I will never be having sex with you."
"I didn't mean......" I started to say, but looking into Josh's eyes I knew I was being foolish. "I did mean it, and I apologize. I love you like my Dad and you deserve much more respect from me."
"No biggie, Sport." he smiled at me. "You do get points for trying, but no touch down this time. Let me think on this a bit and we'll see what we can come up with." Finishing the massage, Josh and Mrs. Frye helped me get settled with the essentials which I required for an afternoon of rest and relaxation. Lunch, water, pop, snacks, TV controller, stereo headphones, portable disc player, yep, I seemed to have everything necessary.
The afternoon passed by much faster than sitting in that hospital room. I had a bit of a nap after I ate and then a couple guys came by to see me on their lunch periods. Jim wasn't with them, but he had told them he would be over tonight. Teddy stopped by when he came home from school. I found out he had been there this morning with his Mom's permission, but he had to go to school this afternoon.
About 5 o'clock the front doorbell rang and when Josh opened the door, Dave had arrived. They went into the office for a few minutes. I should explain that on the ground floor of this house we have several rooms. This is an old Victorian style house and is really quite large. A big verandah porch is the first thing you see when coming in. You enter into a vestibule entry area. Then a hall way from which you can go to the right into the living room and dining room, or straight either up the stairway to the second floor or through to the kitchen, or left into what use to be the library/sitting room and music room, but now were a waiting room, office and examination room. This was so Dad could see patients at the house when it was more convenient, like evenings, nights and weekends. Josh also uses the office. He is working on a thesis.
When just Dad and I lived here, he would come home about 5 o'clock from the office or hospital, we would have dinner and then he would see patients in the evening. He could be home with me and still see to his patients. I would sometimes play in the living room with the kids who came while they waited to see him or waited for their parent(s) to come out from seeing him. It worked out well and some of his patients and a lot of the kids complained when we stopped doing it. There's one other fixture in our house I haven't mentioned. That's Mrs. Frye, our housekeeper. She came after Mom died. She looks after the housekeeping through the week from 10: in the morning until 5: in the afternoon. When I was little, she use to stay with me too when Dad would be late coming home.
When Josh and Dave exited the office they came into my `new' bedroom.
"Hey, Doug. How's it feel to be home ?" Dave asked.
"Great." I told him. "A lot better than sitting around that hospital room."
"Well, let's get right at it." he said. "Josh has told me to lead today, okay with you ?" I nodded. "Then the first thing is to get you up standing and have you take a few steps."
We went through the routine of lowering my leg, standing me by the side of the bed and with them on each side of me, I tried to take a few steps. I hadn't expected how much it would hurt to try to make my leg move. Just standing up straight had been a big deal. Dave helped me move my leg and I finally managed to take four steps. That was all they wanted. They picked me up and put me back in bed laying on my side. Josh went off to do other things and Dave was left to do the rest. Dave put a cold pack on my hip and then we sat and talked for 10 or 15 minutes. Then the massage began. His touch was more like Josh's now he had done this several times.
"Did Josh tell you he was expanding the massage area ?" Dave asked me. I looked a little surprised and shook my head. "He says the floor of your pelvis is strained and he wants perineal massage done. Is that going to be a problem for you ?"
"Likely," I said, "but not because of you." He was watching me very carefully. "You know the problem I'm having ?" He nodded. Dave continued the massage of my hip extending to my butt and groin. As usual I was hard in no time. At one point he moved and held my leg sideways and Dave's lotioned hand moved to my perineum and rubbed the sore area between the inside joints of my legs. As sore as it was it still felt terrific and I was sure my cock would be rigid and leaking when he was done.
When he finished Dave carefully turned me over onto my back. The gown I was wearing was tenting at my groin and a couple wet spots showed on it. Instead of pulling my blanket up over me Dave reached down and grasping the hem of my night shirt, pulled it up to my chest, exposing my raging hard on. Before I could say anything Dave grasped the base of my cock and leaning over me took the top half into his mouth. I just about fainted the sensation was so extraordinary. He started swirling his tongue around the corneal ridge of my bell shaped cap and the sensation was something I had never before experienced. I moaned and groaned so much I was not able to speak. He started to slide his mouth up and down my rigid pole and I lay back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations..
The feelings as his tongue stroked the shaft and head were beyond my wildest dreams. When he reached the base of my shaft and took the crown into his throat he would swallow and squeeze the swollen head with his throat muscles. It was a very short time before I felt myself soaring as I panted for breath and the product of my enlarged balls raced up the shaft. I spurt time after time into his suctioning throat until I was dry. There was just no more to give. I felt totally wiped out. Dave came off my stick and gave the red head a big kiss.
"That was for you because you're a good kid and don't deserve what's happened to you." Dave told me. "I would never do that for a patient but you're a friend." He ruffled my hair and left.
I didn't know what to do or say. I hadn't even thanked him for what was the greatest sex I had ever experienced. Other than my own hand it was the only male sex I'd ever had. Should I tell Josh ? If I did would Dave be in trouble ? Would Josh know by just looking at me I'd experienced my first male oral sex ? Would my Dad know ?
When I arrived at my office, I put my thoughts and concerns about Doug out of my mind and focused on the job of seeing patients. The fact I could do so was not an indication of any lack of care about my son, it was a testimony to my confidence in my partner, Josh and his ability to handle anything which was needed. The day Josh moved into the house I stayed away. I could have arranged to be there, but I wanted him to feel free to put his things where he wanted, to make himself at home. I also wanted him to share Doug's excitement about his arrival without me to distract either of them. Sometimes I might seem not to be involved enough with either of the loves in my life, but usually it's because I want them to make their own choices without my influence. It's true I like Josh to make the decisions. I've always been more of a facilitator than a leader. My idea of a perfect life is to be with and love, Josh, my son, Doug and to care for my patients. I could be quite happy doing only those things.
Finding Josh was the most surprising and unexpected event to happen in my life. I expected to never have another long term relationship after my wife died. After being with Josh, I knew we had something special and he would be no brief or occasional affair. Beyond our physical attraction and compatibility, we complimented one another. He was open and demonstrative. I was passive and restrained.
When I came into my office waiting room there were a half dozen patients waiting. I apologized to them for my delay and assured them we would get started as soon as possible. Apparently Nancy, my receptionist , had explained the reason for my morning delay, as everyone wanted to know how Doug was recovering. I thanked them for asking and said he was healing nicely and was right on schedule with his progress. Everyone expressed how pleased they were and asked to be mentioned to him.
I had seen him when I came in. As I crossed the waiting room I approached him and extended my hand to shake his as he rose. Dr. Wilbur Simpkins did not normally grace the waiting room of other physicians. A skilled surgeon and highly respected professional, his time was very scarce and I was very shocked to find him waiting for my arrival.
"I need to speak to you for a few minutes if I may, please ?" he spoke softly while gripping my hand firmly and pumping it in a professional, but warm manner. "It's about Josh Langton." If there had been the slightest chance I would not have provided the time he requested and there wasn't, he had used the magic words that guaranteed his reception.
I invited him into the inner corridor with me. As we passed through I asked Nancy to bring in my first two patients to the examination rooms and ask them to be tolerent while I spoke with Dr. Simpkins. We went into my private office and I invited him to be seated in one of the lounge chairs in the conference corner of my office. My office is very casual. Yes, I have the big desk with the high back swivel chair, but it is for me to work at. When people come in to talk, I have a set of four overstuffed lounge chairs in a grouping which we sit in. I prefer the personal atmosphere.
"Rich. May I call you Rich ?" he requested. I nodded. "Rich, I have come to ask you about two things. Can you tell me how near Mr. Langton is to finishing his Master's thesis ? When might he receive his Master's Degree ?"
"I believe he will finish his thesis by the end of this summer if all goes as expected." I responded. "The University will confer degrees next Fall, but the review may not be completed by then. It could be Spring before his degree is confered. May I know why you ask ?"
"If I told you, could you keep from telling Mr. Langton ?" he wanted to know. I had to think hard about who I was dealing with and how I could justify holding something back from Josh.
"If I feel he had a need to know, then I can't promise you that." I replied.
"I will trust your judgment on his need, but we would prefer he didn't know for now." he answered. "Next September Broughton General Hospital will be seeking a new Director of Nursing. A group of us, a large group of us, would like him to assume the post. His support will include the outgoing Director. How do you feel about it ?" This was terrific. A really big opportunity for Josh. A job where he could be part of the Senior Management of a major County Hospital facility and really put his skills to use.
"I would strongly support such a move, providing he was willing." I certified confidently.
"Excellent." Dr. Simpkins responded. "I will advise the group of your concurrence. Now the second matter is personal. You have an outstanding reputation as a diagnostician among your peers. Will you allow me to make an appointment for a complete physical examination ?" I was first honoured and then concerned. Wilbur Simpkins would not seek out a Doctor unless he wanted something confirmed, not diagnosed.
"You want me to confirm your diagnosis ?" I queried.
"No, Sir." he replied. "I wish you to make the proper diagnosis if there is one and then to provide treatment as you see fit. I have a reputation as being arrogant, stubborn and sometimes full of myself, but I give you my word if you will take me on, I will follow your instructions."
"Let's talk to Nancy and see how quickly you can come in." I told him as I rose from my chair. We both went to the reception area and I asked Nancy to rearrange appointments to accommodate Dr. Simpkins' schedule. In a matter of minutes, we were done and he was gone.
The afternoon went quickly. Nancy had to move a number of morning appointments to this afternoon to allow me to be home this morning. Still, we managed to keep things flowing pretty smoothly. I don't like to crowd or rush my patients when they are with me. I learn more about the causes of their problems and their ailments by talking with them for 5 minutes than if I ordered a bevy of medical tests. We were getting to 5:30 and I had reached the last of the scheduled patients.
"Excuse me Dr. Rich." Nancy said, tapping lightly on my office door as I was making a note in the chart of the patient I had just seen. "Little Billy Edwards is here. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says he has to see you. I think you should see him, he doesn't look very good. He has a cut over his eye and he won't let me look at it."
"Call Josh and tell him I'll be late getting home, please Nancy." I said as I went out with her to the waiting room. Billy was slumped over in one of the chairs holding a rag to his head with his hand. Now "Little Billy Edwards" was an euphemism. Bill Edwards was 6'4" of 19 year old muscle. A handsome, clean cut, All American boy. I had known this big chested, rugged looking kid since he was two years old. As I approached him he looked up at me and started to cry.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Rich," his soft bass voice sobbed, "I didn't know where else to go."
"You came to the right place, Billy." I assured him. "Come on into my exam room." I noticed as he tried to get up he winced in pain and clutched his chest. "Nancy, see if the X-ray down the hall is still here." I helped him stand and watched carefully as he moved through the doors to my exam room. He was limping on his right side, but it looked more like his hip area was the problem than his other joints. We arrived in the room and I helped him ease up and sit on the examining table.
"Let me see your head, Bill." I instructed and he complied. A short, deep gash over the outside edge of his right eyebrow. It could wait. "I'm going to take your top off. I want you to relax and let me do the work." I peeled his golf shirt up and eased it over his head. "How long ago did this happen ?"
"A couple hours." he responded still releasing a quiet sob now and then. I checked him over thoroughly. Undoing his jeans and sliding them down, I could see even with his briefs still on either he was a hell of a lot better hung than I recalled or there was a problem between his legs. I pulled up the waist band and looked in his shorts. His scrotum was swollen on the right side about four times its normal size.
"X-ray is open late tonight." Nancy reported coming back to the door. I sent her to get an ice pack and called X-ray myself to get them to bring over a portable unit and an ultra sound. I then set about cleaning his forehead and laying out some suturing materials. As I sat sewing his head I started to probe.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened ?" I asked quietly.
"I don't want to cause any trouble." Billy almost whispered. "I'll just go somewhere so this doesn't cause a problem."
"This has already caused a problem. You've been assaulted. Viscously assaulted." I told him. "If you can't convince me why I shouldn't, I'm going to report it to the police."
"No, no please, don't do that. It will just make more trouble." he begged.
"Tell me, then." I said softly, but firmly. "Billy, I've known you almost all your life. You trusted me to look after you when you were hurt, now trust me with this."
Josh met me at the car as I drove into the driveway. We both helped Billy into the living room and over to the couch which Josh had made up with sheets and blankets following my phone call. I held Billy while Josh stripped him and then we placed him in the bed. We renewed the ice pack to his groin which had started to reduce the swelling of his scrotum. He was exhausted and went to sleep almost immediately. I thought maybe he would wake up hungry a little later, so we just let him be for now.
I went in and kissed Doug and then Josh and we sat next to Doug's bed and talked. I knew Billy would be staying with us for awhile, so it was only fair they knew what was going on.
"His Dad beat him up this afternoon because Billy told him he thought he was gay." I said. "The asshole told the kid he never wanted to see him again and not to come back home. Billy wouldn't let me call the police. He didn't want everyone to find out."
"Maybe I should go and have a talk with the prick who sired him." Josh commented. "He doesn't deserve the title `Dad'. Billy can stay as long as he wants as far as I'm concerned."
"Me too, Dad." Doug pitched in. "He can share my room, if he doesn't want to be alone." I knew I could always count on the good hearts of my two guys when someone was in need."
"Thanks guys." I said. "I've X-rayed his chest and he has two cracked ribs, ultra sound showed his testicle isn't ruptured, so the swelling should go down in a couple days and tomorrow a good bit of his body will be black and blue and very sore. He's going to need help, friendship and understanding from you Doug and support therapy from you, Josh." Both nodded their understanding.
The next morning when I arrived at the office there was an urgent message from Beth Edwards to call her. Nancy said she had called twice already and was very distraught. I went to my office and returned her call.
"Dr. Rich. Oh, thank you for calling." Beth said. She was very upset and sounded like she had been crying. "Billy has run away from home. He and his Dad had a fight and he took off. I called the Police, but he's 19 and they won't even consider him missing until he's gone 48 hours or more. I don't know what to do. He's always loved you so much, I thought he might contact you."
"It's all right, Beth." I told her calmly. "I have Billy. He came to me and I took him home last night."
"Why didn't you call me ?" she asked. "I've been so worried."
"As you said, Beth," I responded, "he's 19 and he didn't want anyone called. As my patient I have to respect his instructions. Is Ken home ?"
"Yes, he's sleeping." Beth replied. "He was out looking for Billy most of the night. Why ?"
"I think the two of you should come in and talk to me as soon as possible." I said. "It's very important we talk. If Ken doesn't want to come, tell him I wanted to talk to him before I called the police."
"The police." she repeated. "Is Billy in trouble ?"
"No. Billy is okay." I replied. "We really need to talk. Nancy will let me know as soon you get here."
Beth and Ken Edwards were in my office within an hour. She was still distraught, he was sullen. I sat looking at them. Ken was a moderate size man about 5"10". Although solid, he was no comparison for Billy in either size or strength. I mulled over why Billy was beaten and his father showed no sign of injury. It didn't take much to figure it out.
"Obviously you haven't told her yet, Ken" I said. He shifted in his seat and looked away from me.
"Hasn't told me." she repeated. "Ken, what haven't you told me ?"
"I was protecting you from being all upset." he tried to pacify her. "He's a fag. He admitted to me he's a fag. I told him to leave."
"After you beat him black and blue." I interjected. Ken glared at me and I could see his hands make fists. "I wouldn't try those fists on me. I don't love you enough like Billy, not to hit you back."
"You beat him ?" Beth asked. "You hit our son because he's gay ?"
"I was just straightening him out." Ken offered. "I knew you would be upset and I didn't want him to be telling you he was a fag."
"Well, if he shared with you did you share with him about the way you like to dress up in my underclothes to see if he could help you straighten out ?" she yelled at Ken. There was dead silence in the room. Ken looked at me, his face red as a beet with embarrassment.
"You two are going to need some counseling if you have any hope or wish to hold your marriage together." I told them. I'll refer you if you want, but for now my main concern is with Billy. For some reason I will never agree with he does not want to send his father to prison as he so well deserves. Billy will be staying at my house for awhile, in fact as long as he wishes.
Our meeting ended with an arrangement for Josh and me to pick up Billy's clothes and possessions this evening.
I hurt. It hurt to breathe. I couldn't even imagine what a cough would do to me. I wasn't sure where I was either. I could tell I was laying on a couch and it was daylight. I remember being with Dr. Rich. He had helped me. I moved my leg and my balls felt like someone was pounding on them. I tried to turn over so I wouldn't be staring at the back of the couch. Every inch of movement was a piece of hurt I hadn't felt before.
"Josh, he's awake." I heard a voice call out. I turned more to see the owner of the voice. Looking through to the next room I found a bed with someone in it. One leg in a cast was up in a sling and its owner was sitting up looking over at me. He was gorgeous. Handsome face, dark hair, broad shoulders and muscled arms. He must have been about my age, maybe a little younger. I wondered if this was the guy injured at the football game last weekend. If so what was he doing here at what I figured was Dr. Rich's house. Oh, God. That was Doug, Dr. Rich's son. I hadn't seen him for years. He had been the guy targeted at that game.
As I was thinking about that, a god walked into the room and over to me. My mouth had to drop open when I looked at him. He was blonde and so good looking. About 6' tall he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and hips.
"Good to see you awake." he said to me. "It's 10:a.m. already. We thought you would wake up for some supper later last night, but you were out for good. I have some pillows to put behind your back to make breathing more comfortable, we'll change your ice pack and I'll give you some medication to help with the aches and pains. Mrs. Frye has some breakfast for you underway. Any questions ?
"Who are you," I asked. "and what's happening ?" He pulled a chair over beside where I lay and quietly told me what was going on. I remembered going to Dr. Rich for help, but little of what had happened after I got there. Josh told me about my injuries and then he showed me. He was kind and gentle and I felt safe knowing he was looking after me. He introduced me to Doug and we waved to each other. Then my day started.
Other stories by (LJB):
"To Fulfill a Prophesy" NIFTY/gay/beginnings 56 part novel
(contemporary fantasy) "Loving Tyler's Dad" NIFTY/gay/college single short story
(romance) "When Danny Decided" NIFTY/gay/high school 4 part series
(psychological) "Joe's Dilemma" NIFTY/gay/beginnings 4 part series
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A sequal to "Loving Tyler's Dad" is in the works and should be posted within the next two weeks.