The Medic

THE MEDIC by Ben Ezra Jacobson

Chapter 4

Tim removed his canvas from the easel and collapsed the easel into a compact form before attaching the canvas to the carrier on the side. Rinsing his brushes and cleaning can in the sea and flipping the water out of his brushes, he placed them back into the can and said he was calling it a day.

"Your painting is beautiful," I said, admiring the obvious skill he possessed. "I wish I possessed such talent."

"Thank you," he responded. "It is an acquirable skill. You just have to study and work at it."

"So I have been told," I responded with a chuckle.

"What is on your agenda for this evening, gents," Tim asked?

"Dinner at the hotel," Tom answered for us, "Then perhaps a walk along the beach before bed time."

"Are you staying at the hotel," I asked Tim?

"No," he replied, "See that brown van in the parking lot? That is where I am sleeping. The hotel owners have graciously allowed me to park in their lot and to camp in my van."

"What about bathing," I asked?

"Before the sun comes up, I go for a swim in the sea," he answered back. "The beach has public restrooms...privies really...but sufficient for the need. It is a modest way to travel and yet do everything that the well traveled folks can do."

"But you eat at the hotel," I said.

"Yes," Tim replied. "I am a terrible cook."

We three all laughed.

Tom looked at Tim and said, "Why don't you have supper with us tonight in the hotel. Our treat."

"That would be great," he responded. "I would like that very much."

Tim went to his van and pulled out a bag and removed some clothing in which to change. His clothing was all wrinkled from having been packed. It didn't seem to bother him much. He stuffed his clean clothing into a knap sack and headed back to where we were standing.

"I'll change in the bathroom off the dinning room so I don't look like a bum," he said.

"Better yet Tim," I said...come up to the room with us and you can grab a quick shower and we can press your clothes with the iron and board in our closet."

"You wouldn't mind," he asked?

"Not at all," said Tom.

We climbed the stairs to the second level and lead the way to our room. I laid out towels and wash clothes for Tim and left the room so he could grab a shower. While he did so, I took the ironing board from the closet and pressed his slacks and shirt. However, I noticed that he had no underwear nor socks in the bag. Laying out his things on the bed while I put the board and iron away...I could hear the water shut off in the shower. Tim came walking into the room, buck ass naked drying his hair. He reminded me of a young lion with fly away hair and mane. He was a hairy beast... dark skin and prolific hair all over his chest, arms legs and butt. He had a nest of dark brown pubic hair from which hung, a huge penis.

Tom whistled, "Man, and I thought I was hung."

Tim laughed. "I get it from my Irish father."

Tim walked to the window and looked out at the sea as he toweled his beard dry. Tom was sitting in a chair by the window and was just inches from where Tim was standing.

Tim turned to face Tom. His penis was almost mouth level. Tom began to perspire. Tim just stood there talking about how beautiful the view was from where he was standing.

"Yes, the view is excellent from here," Tom replied with a hard swallow.

Tim laughed, "Go ahead Tom...you know you want to."

Tom looked at me with a pleading look. I nodded my head back towards Tim. Reaching out, Tom took Tim's cock into his hands and felt the flexible fore skin. Tim started to harden immediately. It was like a turtle coming out of it's shell. It extended further and further and curved upward. Tom leaned forward and put his mouth over it and slid down toward the base. Tim moaned with delight. He pulled back from Tom and then thrust forward again. Both moaned with delight.

I walked over to them and stood behind Tim and reached around him squeezing his nipples. He leaned his head back against me as Tom vigorously sucked his cock. Both he and Tom were having a jolly go at it.

"Take your clothing off Jason," Tim said. "I want to feel your body next to mine."

I hurriedly stripped bare and stood next to them. Tim pulled out of Tom's mouth and turned to me. I dropped to my knees and took over while Tom peeled out of his clothing.

"Lay down on the floor, Jason," Tim said as he straddled over my head. I lay on my back looking up at his balls hanging in my face. His cock was almost too big to get into my mouth from this position and I scooted down to give more room. Tim went down on my dick which was going from soft to very hard in a matter of seconds. The view from where I was lying was incredible. Tom moved in behind, took some lube and anointed his sphincter and his own penis and pushed in. Tim moaned as Tom penetrated deeper with every thrust. Tim's penis got harder each time Tom thrust into his canal. I ran my tongue over his low hangers and he moaned again. Tim put his finger into his mouth to sufficiently wet it and then pushed it into my rectum. He, having long fingers...immediately found my prostate and began to massage it. As Tom humped away, and I was there watching every entry...I got hot quickly and in just a few short

minutes...ejaculated into Tim's mouth. Tim swallowed my load...something I could never do. I grabbed the tube of lube laying on the floor next to Tom and squeezed a generous helping into my hand and spread it around Tim's pulsating penis. It only took a few strokes while squeezing his rod to provoke an orgasm and ejaculation out of him. He soaked me underneath.

Tim continued to shoot after the first deluge. I continued to stroke his prong and he continued to gyrate.

"Oh damn," he moaned, "it still feels so good. Keep going Jason...I think I am going to do it again."

Sure enough as I continued to stroke him...he had another orgasm...just as intense as the first but with less ejaculate. All this energy from below...brought Tom to a peek and he too ejaculated deep into Tim's canal. He rammed him hard and moaned so loud that I was afraid the people in adjacent rooms might have figured out what was going on in our room.

Tom pulled out and headed for the shower. Tim went to the commode to drain and I washed my pecker in the sink with hot water and soap. We quickly used up all the towels that were left in the bathroom.

After Tom stepped out of the shower, Tim hopped back in for a quick rinse. We dried each other and laughed about how good it had felt. Tim hugged us both tightly and thanked us for our kindness towards him. When he put on his slacks and shirt...he didn't look as scruffy as he had that morning.

"Tim," I said. "You didn't bring underwear or socks with you to the hotel."

"Rarely wear them anymore," he said. "Maybe in winter, but I like to be as little encumbered as possible. The boys like a lot of room in my slacks."

"Yes, but that also lends to `boner' lines when you are standing," I said.

"Yes," said Tim, "It does." He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Ah, I see," I replied.

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At dinner, we ordered the items that appealed to each of us. The food was wonderful. We leisurely chatted during our meal and Tim talked about his position at the University of Exeter and how he tried to teach his students to express the creativity within. It was obvious from the enthusiasm he had when speaking of his job as Professor of fine art...that he deeply loved his work.

With the completion of the main courses, the desserts arrived. The chef this evening had prepared a Raspberry Charlotte. It was indescribably delicious... kind of like a great wine with pastry and fruit. On top was a whipping cream that was made from scratch.

Tom turned to me and said, "I could get almost drunk eating this. Damn it's good!"

The clock on the wall chimed 10 PM. We had been dinning for three hours. I got up and said that I thought I would waddle back to the room.

"Wait," Tom said. "I'll waddle with you. You coming Tim?"

Tim stood up..."Yeah for a little bit and then I had better head out to the camper."

We entered the room. The quite was so very nice compared to the chatter of patrons in the hotel dinning room.

"Jason...shouldn't we close the windows," Tom asked? "It almost seems cold in here to me."

"I can if you think it is too cool," I replied.

"I don't want to freeze my balls off tonight," he said with a wink to me.

"Is it suppose to get real cold tonight," Tim asked?

"Well, the news on the telley this morning said that it might hit 40 tonight," I said.

"Tim," Tom countered, "It is suppose to be really cold. Why don't you stay here with us tonight. You can sleep in the middle an keep us both warm all night."

"That is really tempting guys, but you didn't check into the hotel to pick up an artist beach bum for over night," he answered back.

"A little help here... Jason," Tom said.

"I' m sorry," I said. "I was focusing on the newspaper that I brought up and wasn't paying attention.

"I told Tim that he should stay here with us tonight since it is going to be cold outside tonight. He can help keep us warm."

I laughed, "Yes, but only if you sleep in the middle."

"There, what did I tell you," Tom said.

"You are sure," Tim said? "I don't want to come between the two of you."

"Jason and I are stronger in our relationship than that, right Jase," Tom said.

I looked at them both and said, "The buddies who play together stay together."

Inside, I wondered if Tim could be a stumbling block in our friendship...but I dismissed the thought as being too protective. Why not have a little fun with him while he was here. Next week we would be back on the sub and our paths with Tim would not likely cross again.

We watched a bit of the ten O'clock news on the telley and then turned it off when the late movies came on. Tom turned out the lights after I closed the windows and we all stripped naked and climbed into bed. We played with each other a little bit and then realized that fatigue had over taken our bodies. Tom crawled over Tim and lay on top of me resting his body on his knees and elbows so not to crush me. I could feel his penis laying on by midsection. He kissed me full force on the lips... and then moving his head to my left ear where Tim could not hear what he said to me... whispered that he loved me...and it was me that he wanted. I kissed him back and he smiled down at me and winked. Then leaning forward and kissing my fore head and patting the side of my cheek, he crawled back over Tim and turned on his side towards the window and was soon asleep.

I was surprised at this sudden burst of affection towards me. It erased any worry from my mind. The man I loved...loved me, and no one else. To prove it, he had turned to the windows and had allowed himself to drift off to sleep very quickly. I would do the same...I thought. I turned on my left side away from Tim and had every intention of going to sleep...but Tim scooted close to me. I could feel his hand running over my buttocks.

I reached behind me...and felt his hard endowment stabbing me in the crack of my ass. Although my penis had been flaccid when I lay down...it was now jutting out perpendicular from my groin. Tim reached over me and fondled it. It got harder. He moved his hand back to my buttocks and slipped a finger into the crack to feel for my sphincter. There is something that happens to me when that magic button is reached. I took the tube of lube from the night stand where I had laid it earlier and handed it to him. He rubbed a little on my pucker and then some on the head of his penis and pushed in. It hurt. He was too big and too thick for a speedy entrance. I flinched with pain.

"Sorry," he whispered. He stuck his finger into the opening and tried to stretch it. First one finger than two. When he tried again, it did not hurt. He slowly pushed in as far as it would go. It was deep. I could feel it pulsating even though he was not moving around as yet. He reached over me again and grabbed my cock. It was very sensitive. He rubbed a little of the lube on my dick's head. I became super sensitive. Although the play seemed like it lasted only seconds, from the time he penetrated until he ejaculated was an hour and a half. Where had the time gone. He slow stroked me until I could not hold back any farther...and I shot my load into a red bandanna handkerchief that I had placed earlier under my pillow. Shortly after my orgasm...his easy movements in and out produced an orgasm of his own. After he shot...he laid next to me another half hour with his dick still in my canal. It had shot every

drop of ejaculate with in and still stayed hard. Even the process of removing it was erotic. I easily slipped out of the bed and went to the restroom to drain and to wash my endowment of the lube I had on it.

Checking the bed on my side for semen samples...found none which is unusual. My handkerchief had been a life saver. While I had been in the bath room, Tim had rolled over onto his other side and had covered himself up with the sheet and blanket. I patted him on the butt and then turned back on my left side and was soon asleep. Sometime in the night...I noticed some agitation on the other side of the bed and knew that Tim was giving Tom the same kind of ride he had given me a short time before. I hoped Tom enjoyed it as much as I had.

At day break, Tim was ready for another three way...which we obliged. This time however...Tom and I both laid him on his stomach and rode him...giving him our deposits before rolling him over and while Tom had his dick in Tim's mouth, I slow stroked him with Vaseline. It did not take too long to bring about an orgasm and ejaculation. After shaving and showers, then breakfast...we bid our friend good bye for the day as we got into the car for a trip to Truro.

We drove along some country road that was enlivened by a small purple flower everywhere which we learned later was Heather. Punctuated periodically was another yellow flower with in the fields of purple, a yellow flowering weed of some kind interspersed with queen Ann's lace...a weed we have in America of which we were very familiar. The visual affect was that of acres of crazy quilt color.

As we entered Truro, we stopped to take a picture of a historical market that stated that Truro was a civil parish in Cornwall, a center for administrative matters. Further more, we learned that it is the only city in the county and the most southern city in mainland Great Britain. It seems that it started out as a trading center from it's ports and later became a mining center. I never gave it any thought that mining tin was at one time a big business in this part of the world.

Tom noticed that some of the streets in Truro were still cobble stones particularly in the areas where Georgian architecture was prominent.

"Can you imagine walking on all those uneven stones," Tom said. "It was a wonder there were not more back and leg problems."

I laughed, "If the people back then could have seen us walking through a submarine under the water...they might have thought the same thing."

"You are probably right," he answered back. "There is one thing I enjoy in a submarine that you can not do laying on cobble stones."

He reached over and felt my groin. I responded with an immediate hard on.

"After last night and this morning, you are still thinking about sex," I laughed.

"Yes," he replied, "As good as a little strange is, on occasion. He was not you."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "That is nice to hear," I responded.

"Jase," he replied, "I'm not bull shitting you. It was fun playing with a large hard cock...but if the right man is not attached to it...it is just a passing whim."

I smiled back at him and patted his knee. We drove on to down town.

We toured the Royal Cornwall Museum and the Hall for Cornwall where concerts and theatricals had been performed before driving to Cathedral. We learned that it had been built centuries before on the ruins of St. Mary's church. It's Gothic Revival architecture caught our eye...but it was the one green spire that was very distinguishing.

"Wonder what caused that," I asked.

Tom looking up at, said, "I would guess that perhaps it was shingled in copper. Copper out in the elements eventually tarnishes to a green patina. I may be totally wrong...but that is my guess."

I thought it very logical.

"Considering the town goes back about 800 years, the Cathedral is probably a good example of Medieval architecture," I responded. "Can you imagine what life must have been like 800 years ago."

"Well, I can tell you this...I would hate to give up air conditioning in summer and hot water showers. The thought of bathing in the sea has little appeal to me," Tom handed back to me. "And having sex with your best buddy in the shower where there is plenty of soap as a lubricant."

I laughed and gave him my elbow to his ribs.

"What...you don't like our escapades? You could have fooled me with all the moaning and begging for more." he said as he jabbed me back.

"You have an insatiable appetite, commander," I said back to him.

"I do when I am in your company," he answered back. "Jase, let's find a public bathroom and lock the door."

"Hey, sexy man...control yourself. There will be plenty of time for that tonight."

"I don't like sharing you Jason," Tom said to me...looking me in the eyes.

"Well," perhaps we won't have to, tonight."

We grabbed some lunch at small restaurant near the city center and afterwards, walked through a few of the local stores. The citizenry were all very nice to us and pointed out that they enjoyed serving Americans. Our accents gave us away every time. The afternoon passed fast...and before we knew it...we were headed back to Lands End.

I didn't see Tim's van in the parking lot. Perhaps he had driven to a farther area to paint today. As we passed the front desk, the desk clerk called us to him.

"There is a package here for you Doctor. It was left by a gentleman in the dinning room," he said.

It was a rectangular package, light weight and wrapped in newspaper and tied with fishing cord. On the top was an envelope from the Lands End Hotel. When I opened it, it read:

Dear Jason and Tom...Thanks for your kindness and camaraderie.

It was a pleasure to meet you both and share a bit of time with you.

I am returning to the university early. Please accept the painting

from me of the beach scene I was painting the night you admired

it so much. Hope our paths cross again someday. Tim

When I opened the package...it was indeed the scene that I had admired. It was a nice gesture on his part.

"Damn," Tom whispered over my shoulder. "That was awful nice of him to do that. You can hang it in the dispensary."

"Yes," I commented... "That would be a good place for it."

The desk clerk, listening to our discussion, added his two cents worth.

"If you do not want it, gents... the hotel would take it."

"Thanks," I said, "but we definitely want to keep it."

He nodded back to me and returned to his duties and Tom and I climbed the stairs to our room.

I stripped off my clothing and went to the bathroom to shave...then climbed into the shower. The very warm water cascaded over my body and the tension I felt at the new surprise awaiting us, released itself. When I climbed out of the shower, taking a fresh towel, began to dry my hair. I walked naked to the window in the bedroom and looked out. The beach was beautiful and the sky cloudless. Tom was sitting in the chair next to me staring at the painting. I turned so that my penis was mouth level to him.

"Go ahead Tom," I said, "You know you want to." We both laughed.