It was Saturday morning. Hugo had gotten off work from the late shift last night around midnight, come to my room, and we spent the night together. The nurse must have discovered us both in bed when she came on shift around 6am. I heard someone open then close the door. But she never said a word to either of us...
Hugo had a full growth of beard when we finally woke around 9 o'clock, and I did too. He was still in his green scrubs. He stretched and yawned and felt around to find that my hospital gown was around my neck and covered really nothing else at all... I was sporting morning wood and feeling refreshed myself.
Hugo leaned down and took my hard phallus in his mouth and moved up and down on it very slowly. "Oh, my God," I thought. I hadn't had any sexual stimulation for what, weeks, and every neuron signaled its ecstasy with over-powering intensity.
My mind suddenly wanted lewd and uninhibited exhibition sex. I was aware that my anal ring was being rubbed with a circular motion while my penis was bathed in warm saliva. And somewhere up from my anus, inside my body, deep inside, I craved to have a finger, a hand, a huge penis rub my 'fuck place' very hard and very deep.
The hunger was extraordinary and shocking to me but entirely too strong and commanding to be dismissed, even with a reasonable need to be discreet in this place-- after all, we were in an unlocked hospital room. But I couldn't believe I didn't care, and apparently Hugo didn't either. We were both too overwhelmed by our feelings.
Hugo shucked off his scrubbs and treated me to a grand view of the most virile and sexually provocative male body I'd ever seen. He was large, muscular, but corpulent, not spare or thin. His dark skin was adorned with fields of jet black hair that curled into his crotch, around his testicles, and between his buttocks, then out onto the cheeks of his buttocks and up onto the small of his back. His belly was trim and hairy, and the hair grew all the way up over his pectoral muscles and surrounded large, dark brown nipples.
His penis was hard and pointed up at an angle of maybe twenty-degrees with his belly. It was not so especially long, but it held a commanding circumference that dominated the large tight sack of testicles and literally quivered with sexual energy.
God I wanted to be fucked, an awareness that only intensified when I looked at all of the hairy crevices and surfaces of his body.
There was no tentativeness about what unfolded. The craving drew me onto my back and brought my legs up to display my own hairy crotch and hole that I was surrendering.
Hugo understood intuitively and moved quickly onto his knees putting his lower body-- hips, ass, thighs, and massive penis and testicles, between my open, widely-stretched legs.
He looked into my eyes, and I silently mouthed the words, "fuck me" very slowly and deliberately as to be impossible to misunderstand.
The expression on his face was one of highly focused commitment; he acknowledged my communication by touching the head of his phallus to my anus. He looked into my eyes once again, measuring my reaction to his movements by watching my every change of facial expression.
He pushed in with intention, over-powering the minimum resistance my anal opening posed. He pushed hard until all at once the entire length of his penis surged into my body and shocked my rectal cavity with unbelievable sharpness and pain.
Illogically, it seemed to me, the pain resolved almost instantly into a colossal feeling of love and exquisite sexual pleasure....
I began to speak without thoughts, just verbal utterances that had no logic or intended any message or reply. I said softly, even though I realized Hugo would never hear me, "fuckme, fuckme, oh, fuckme, Hugo, fuckme..."
He must have realized that I was speaking encouragements because he thrust more forcefully making his hairy thighs slap my buttocks and his hairy balls flutter about below my hole. "Oh, My, God...." I said..."Oh, My, God...fuckme, Hugo..."
And the pounding went on. Hugo bent over and kissed me with urgency and great passion while he fucked me vigorously and relentlessly, each of us hurtling toward a crescendo of fucking that would explode into our minds, our bodies, our entire beings like no other experience we had ever had!
There was no world. There was no hospital. There was no time. There was only the two of us as one grand, cosmic, sexual manifestation of love having no equal.
I began to holler and shout "Oh, God, Oh, God!..." And Hugo stuck his belly out, arched his back, and began making a guttural sound that was intensely primal.
At that instant, violent contractions began in his large penis and transmitted his orgasmic trembling directly into my fuck place. His probing, quivering penis vibrated my prostate and the surrounding tissues, triggering my own ejaculation of fluid. I could feel it blast out of my prostate with a wave of heat, move sharply from deep in my crotch through the tubing of my penile shaft, and out of my body in a hot sticky flood onto our hairy bellies.
Hugo's sperm flooded my ass and leaked out around his penis dribbling from my anus.
We both collapsed quivering and jerking in each other's arms. Our bodies were displaying a grand experience that neither of us could have expected. Love is deeply energizing and profoundly satisfying.
There was no way that our performance could have escaped the notice of the staff of a quiet hospital ward. I looked at Hugo and smiled. He was still disoriented from his orgasm, but he managed a weak smile and kissed me.
I wasn't worried about what anyone heard or thought. This was life in celebration.
Some time passed in complete peace.
"Do you think we ought to get cleaned up," I said, knowing that Hugo couldn't hear a word I'd said. I poked him and when I had his visual attention I pointed to the bathroom where there was both shower and toilet.
Hugo nodded affirmatively and with some effort rolled off of me with an audible pop to signal our separation. He reached down and held his penis, as if it would fall off had he not done so.
Men have a genetically programmed reflex, I think, that has them making vigilant defensive moves on behalf of their sexual parts, quite aside from experience of any real danger, like a ballplayer scratching his balls for no apparent reason... "Good grief, we're a skuzzy breed," I thought.
I was a little shakey and somewhat dizzy standing up, but I joined Hugo in the tub & shower which was easily big enough for both of us, it being designed for the disabled, I supposed.
It felt marvelous to have the warm water flowing over my head and down my back. I marveled and luxuriated in the wonder of my male body; it was such a marvelous manifestation of love.
Again I felt great gratitude for Hugo's and papa's interventions-- uh? and HIM too, no doubt, but I don't rightly know The Voice in The Light; so it's hard for me to understand the greater reality of Love, but I'll keep trying.
You can be sure that this little love tryst made a big installment in "Doing Things Different" for me... "Goodness!" I thought as I reached over and kissed Hugo on the shoulder. He embraced me and held me close, belly to belly, flaccid penis to penis, while the warm water cascaded over us.
At that moment there was a knock on the bathroom door. A male voice asked, "Everybody in there alright?" I called back quickly, "Yes. Everything is just fine. I'm getting a shower, and I'll be out in a minute. The orderly is helping me..." ("Sure he was,"...I thought)
We finished up and spent a leisurely few minutes drying off with fluffy white towels. Neither of us had any clothing in the bathroom! I opened the bathroom door into my hospital room and saw that someone had lain out neatly on the bed both my hospital gown and Hugo's orderly uniform.
The bed had been straightened a bit, and two steaming cups of coffee were sitting on the bedside table.
Finding the course to be clear, I beckoned for Hugo to follow me into the room. He was cautious at first, being stark naked, but when he realized we were alone, he hastened his exit from the bathroom and quickly put his clothing back on. Neither of us had shaved, but that could wait.
The door out into the hallway opened, and a young man came in. I'd never seen him before, but he was dressed in the uniform that the male nurses wore. He said, "I see you've become acquainted with Hugo our daytime orderly."
Clearing my throat I replied, "Uh... yes... He was a great help when I got my shower. I haven't been able to stand steadily and balance very well yet."
The nurse looked up smiling and said, "I'm sure Hugo was able to provide substantial personal attention..."
Hugo, of course, didn't know what we were saying, but when he saw the nurse he smiled and walked over to him, grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over closer to me making grunting noises that were intended to introduce the nurse and me-- I suppose a sort of greeting.
The nurse turned to me and said, "Hi, I'm Jake. Your regular nurse called and asked me to cover for her on this morning's shift... And, as for Hugo: I KNOW HUGO already..." he said with a big knowing smile & series of gentle pounding motions to Hugo's back, like he was beating a tom-tom...
Hugo beamed a happy smile and walked over right next to me, putting his arm around me as if to show me off to his colleague here at work.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," I said. "I'm Kevin-- but then you probably know my name already from the charts," I added, feeling a little silly to be introducing myself.
"Seems you and Hugo have hit it off," Jake observed as he extended his hand to shake mine.
"Oh, yes," I said, looking at Hugo. "We sure have."
"Well, don't be uncomfortable with my interrupting your visit with Hugo. I had to look in on you to be sure that you were okay. And I need to get your vitals for the record; so if you could take a seat on the bed now and... uh... let me take your blood pressure reading, I'll have that out of the way..."
"Oh, sure," I responded.
The squish, squish, squish sound of the rubber bulb being squeezed at the end of Jake's blood pressure measuring device even sounded pleasant to the ear. Hugo grabbed the pad and scribbled a message that he showed to Jake. "Can I help you bring breakfast?" Hugo asked Jake.
"Sure," Jake said, as he nodded his head up & down in the affirmative. With that, Hugo scurried out of the room.
Since Jake seemed to be friends with Hugo, I ventured a little inquiry about Hugo that I hadn't found any opportunity to do before. Sitting quietly on the bed with the blood pressure cuff around my right arm I said, "Have you known Hugo long?"
"Uh, humm, a while," Jake replied keeping his attention on his work.
"How long?" I continued.
"Oh, maybe 3 years... or nearly that long. Hugo came to work for the hospital almost 3 year ago, and he was assigned to my shift periodically. You know, everyone here at the hospital rotates shifts off and on."
I continued, "Has he always been deaf and unable to speak?"
"Well, yeah, for as long as I've known him. I don't think he was born deaf though. Somehow I seem to remember that some of the staff physicians here at the hospital took an interest in Hugo's case, and did a workup on him."
"What did they discover?"
"Of course Hugo hasn't been able to tell me, and all I've gotten is word-of-mouth through the grapevine, but I gather that at an early age Hugo contracted a severe infection that reached the auditory nerves from the throat. When the illness had run its course, Hugo couldn't hear at all. I think he was about 4 or 5 when he lost his hearing..." Jake explained.
"Well," I asked, idly really, but with some curiosity too, "Is there anything medically that can be done?"
"That's the odd thing... Well, at least I always thought it odd... the doctors held out some chance that a new microscopic surgical technique combined with a stem-cell implant could reconnect the nerves around the section that was destroyed by the illness, but Hugo would never pursue it... "
"At first he seemed ecstatic at the possibility that he might be able to regain his hearing, but then--mysteriously-- he seemed to give up his good fortune," Jake said.
"Any idea why," I asked?
"Not for sure, but I've got my theory," Jake said. Then he looked me in the eye and said, "You're 118 over 78 with pulse of 70... That's healthy as a horse and peaceful as all get out..."
"I think you'll live..." he added with a smile.
"Now I'd like to know just why Hugo didn't pursue any correction to his hearing," I answered. "Oh, yeah, and Thanks for the good blood numbers. I want lots of good years now..."
At that moment someone was making a noisy entrance to the room, banging loudly against the door, bring in clanging metal covers, clacking dishes, and tinkling glassware on a rolling cart. Hugo was back with a vengeance bringing what appeared to be a full course meal, and he was hardly subtle about it... but then, in his defense, he couldn't hear how noisy he was being. It was total caring, and the noise was irrelevant to me.
Jake said with a smile, "Looks like breakfast is served. You guys won't mind if I don't join you, I've got more patients to check on before the doctors arrive for their late morning rounds."
With that, Jake walked toward the door where Hugo was in total concentration on the circus he was negotiating around the chairs and over to the bed. Jake took Hugo by the shoulders and shook him fondly then nodded with his head gesturing toward the door and waving a mock good-by. Hugo smiled in reply and Jake left.
Hugo maneuvered the cart right next to the bed, sat himself down in the low arm chair, and took the metal covers off of plates of a double serving of eggs with gobs of guacamole, two huge bowls of hot oatmeal, and a small serving of fresh blueberries and strawberries. There were small metal pitchers of hot water for tea, and two covered dishes of a back-up supply of everything, in case we were hungry beyond Hugo's estimate...
I noticed that there wasn't any bacon nor was there sausage or any red meat dish. If ever I had a doubt-- which I didn't-- it was clear that Hugo was a devoted health nut... or at least he wanted me to be healthy, that is.
At this juncture, Hugo, uttered, "I hu-gry.." (approximately) and he started shoveling food into his mouth with as much enthusiasm as I'd witnessed him do those many, many days ago back in the restaurant where we'd met. I sat on the side of the bed watching and enjoying Hugo eat.
He didn't look up even once until he'd devoured the huge bowl of oatmeal and began moving the dishes so he could start on his eggs. I had barely made a dent in my oatmeal...
One thing was sure, losing his hearing had certainly not dampened Hugo's sense of taste or understanding of good food in abundance. He realized that I was looking at him as he moved the eggs into his range for attack, and he smiled sheepishly... but kept advancing on the plate of eggs.
I gestured with my hand and a certain squinting of my face to indicate that he should go on with his eating... I needed nothing... Well, nothing, I thought, except an answer to the question that now nagged me and kept popping back into my mind: 'Why hadn't Hugo gotten his operation?' He just might have been able to hear if it were successful.
Learning the 'why' of that question was now at the top of my list of things to do-- differently.
NOTE: Kevin and Hugo built a full and rewarding life together: sons, major medical undertakings, international travel, and good friends in their life together. If there were any interest, I'd be happy to share my knowledge of their lives. For those who might have wondered: Hugo is based on a real person, (That isn't his real name, of course.) who met Kevin (also a real person) in that lunch shop under exactly the circumstances you've learned about. The two are remarkable and really decent people, and their life together shows that there certainly are good, kind and caring people in the world. I have taken a great measure of fictional literary license when telling their story, but their love is not fictional.