THE MEDIC by Ben Ezra Jacobson
Chapter 5
As I look back on the week that Tom and I had had at Lands End, it was perhaps the highlight of the year. How quickly the week passed. We met so many colorful people and had many adventures...some of the sexual mode and some not. When we parted company with our painter professor friend Tim Obrien, he left us a beautiful painting as a memory token. I had stepped out of the shower and was drying my hair with a fluffy towel as I walked to the window in the bedroom to look out at the sea. Tom was focused on the painting which we had propped up in a chair. I turned to him with my naked body and my penis pointed at his face and copied Tim's words to him, "Go ahead Tom, you know you want to." Then as before, Tom took my appendage into his mouth and a few quick sucks had me erupting.
During the night, I reflected back on the event and realized that I was just a bit jealous of sharing him with Tim. The latter had departed for home, and although he had hoped we would cross paths again someday, I had secretly hoped that we would not. That green eyed monster called Jealousy had raised it's ugly face and I had succumbed to it. I scooted closer to Tom who was soundly asleep and felt his naked body next to mine. He had reached over me with his arm and put it across my abdomen and pulled me close to him. He smelled like fresh manly soap and after shave. Again I felt the jealousy come over me and shuddered. As small as that tremor was, it was enough to alert him that I was not asleep.
"What's the matter Jason," he asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No," I lied...and then with an unusual display of emotion, I pulled away from him and rolled over where I could speak to his face. "I was just letting a bit of silly emotion upset me."
"Jealousy thing, again," he had asked?
"Yes," I had replied back to him.
"Jase...I would rather have never met Tim, if having done so, would bring out that emotion in you," he again confided.
"I know Tom...it's bloody childish of me," I said in my best British accent.
He laughed. "Doctor, you of all people should know that we are all susceptible to that emotion from time to time. Tim is gone...and it is not likely that our paths will cross again."
"I know," I said. "I'm ashamed at feeling this way. He was a really nice guy and he gave us the painting. It shows the lack of gratitude for his thoughtfulness."
"And surely you must know," Tom said, "that it was you that he favored. He enjoyed interacting with me...but you are the charming one, the educated one, the handsome one, and the very sexy one."
"Go on," I said.
"You rascal... you know what I mean. He liked me but he was charmed by you. If anyone should be jealous, it's me," Tom whispered back to me.
"Yes, but you are the one with the really big cock, my friend... and if you tell me that another virile man wants a little dick instead of a big cock to suck, I'll denounce you as a liar," I said with a laugh.
"Jase...there are things that are more important than a big cock and a huge ejaculation. You know that," Tom whispered back to me. "You're the one with the nice shaped body, physically fit, and tight..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sexy man," I interjected.
"Prove it," I responded.
"Roll over," Tom answered back. His white teeth smiling in the moon light.
I grinned and rolled over on my stomach. Tom climbed over me and with a very wet tongue...rimmed my sphincter making every nerve fiber come alive. When he penetrated me...it was like little fingers called cilia tickling every cell of my pucker. It was so intense that I almost could not stand it. Why was this moment so much more erotic than others. In point of fact, it was not...I was just at a new heightened moment of arousal as his penis plunged deep into me and then pulling back, and engorged more...plunged in once more. Tom stopped every little bit to let me rest and to calm the urge to ejaculate. He was wanting to prolong the feelings for both of us. His breathing would increase as his speed increased and just when I was sure he would explode...he would pause to edge himself and me.
With his arms around my shoulders, he leaned to the left pulling me over onto my left side with him. He pushed my right knee a little forward. I pulled the left one up to match it and leaned forward on my side. Now I was almost perpendicular to him and he penetrated even deeper. He pulled back and plunged in deep again. The walls of my colon were having peristaltic contractions which enhanced my sensitivity to the max. A few more plunges and I heard him whisper:
"Jase, I can't hold it back any longer...I'm going to cum."
As he explode in a mega orgasm and ejaculation...he moaned with delight. His breathing became very erratic and he shook all over as my anal grip on his prong was squeezing every drop of semen out of his penis and into my canal.
"Oh damn," he panted. "I want to just lay here a minute Jase and catch my breath."
His penis stayed hard as he rallied. When he moved it a little, the sensitivity was still there. He pulled back and thrust again. He was still hard. Once more he pulled back and thrust deep within. It was easy to tell by the manner in which he moved that he was not done with the adventure yet. He began to pull back and repeatedly thrust in... picking up speed and force. It took about three minutes of concentrated effort until a second burst of semen ejaculated into me and his shaking and breathing became erratic again. It was obvious that he was enjoying the repeat of the first experience. This time however, when the sensitivity became too much...he pulled out. Hi penis was shiny from the semen that had bathed it. As he stood up, he had a long ribbon of thick semen hanging from his dick. He wiped it off with the handkerchief on his bed side table and went to the bath room to try to pee.
While he was gone...I inched closer to the edge of the bed not wanting a back fire to release the large intake of ejaculate. Easing myself off the bed, I carefully hurried to the bathroom. While Tom was washing his hands, his face his any place. I sat on the commode to drain. On standing afterwards...it was amazing how much of Tom was now floating in the lavatory water. I hit the handle and watched it disappear.
Tom came over and took me into his arms and held me tight. He kissed the side of my face and whispered into my ear, "Your next...what can I do..?"
"We can wait until morning when we are both revived a bit," I suggested.
"No, I don't think so," he responded. "Come back to bed."
I lay down on the bed with the resolution to let him `surprise me'.
He lay between my legs and treated me to some fantastic oral administrations but instead of sucking me off as he had many times before, when I was sufficiently hard, he had me raise my buttocks and slid a towel under me. He took the jar of Vaseline from the bedside table drawer and started to slow stroke my hard cock. After a few good strokes to spread the lube, he took another dollop and placing it on my anal sphincter...pushed in until his finger trip was on my prostate gland. Tom has very large hands and his finger was like having a nice long penis in my canal. As he slow stroked my cock and massaged my prostate, it was just a matter of a minute or so until I erupted. The ejaculation and orgasm were earth shattering. The intensity was every bit as erotic as if I had had his dick in there while someone else jacked me off. I wiggled all over the bed and shot healthy spurts of beautiful white semen all over my chest. The feeling was like
being electrocuted. It was intense...and I did not think it would end. As soon as he pulled his finger out...the circuit was broken and the sensation stopped...but what a sensation it had been. As good as a hand job can feel...when a hard projectile enters the sphincter and hits the prostate gland...the sensation doubles or triples.
I ran very warm water in the shower and cleaned myself up. Drying off very well, I returned to the bed where Tom once more wrapped his long arms around me and whispered in my ear.
"Well, Jase... do you now trust me when I tell you that I love you?"
"Yes," I whispered back. "I do."
He kissed the back of my neck and both of us drifted off to sleep very quickly. I slept very sound and when morning came... the green eyed monster had passed from me. Perhaps it was buried at sea when I flushed the commode last night or perhaps it went down the shower drain when I bathed in the night... but this morning it was gone. I was glad to be parted from it.
The next few days we wondered over the beaches and visited with a lot of interesting locals and vacationers. Saturday morning arrived with clear blue skies and a crisp southern breeze. It was time to head back to Portsmouth. We wondered where the time had gone. Our photographs would later be inserted into a memory book along with pamphlets we had collected and pages of journaling. I turned and looked back through the rear window as we drove away. I wondered if we would ever get the chance to return to Lands End. I certainly hoped so. The hotel staff had been extremely kind to us, as had the restaurant staff. We would remember them for a long time.
When we came to Exeter, Tom asked if I would like to look up the professor. He could wait in the car while I went in for a quick blow job.
"Shut up," I had said as I elbowed his ribs.
"Don't like the idea," he had said.
"What do I need him for when I have much better in you," I had answered him back. He leaned over and kissed me. We got back to Portsmouth in the early afternoon...having almost driven straight through.
Tom and I both returned to the Submarine early. The rest of the crew meandered in through out the afternoon. All were safely back aboard ship by eighteen hundred hours. We departed at twenty-one hundred hours.
I hung our painting in the dispensary. It's beautiful colors were a contrast to the pale gray walls of sick bay. One sailor came to the dispensary complaining of an upset stomach and a sinus headache. I gave him medication for each and found out that the cause of both was because he had found no action while on land. I gloved my left hand and checked his prostate. It was full. A good massage of that organ and a slow jerk with some lubricant and he ejaculated all over himself...but after cleaning up...was amazed how quick I had cured his situation.
By twenty three hundred hours, I was lying in my bunk when there was a light tap at the door. The commander came in, locked the door behind him and took me into his arms. "Take off your skivvies, doctor. I am staying the night."