Pass Received (cont.)

Lacey had a fit when I told him what the patient wanted. Professionally he didn't give a damn, found out it was acceptable and told me. But on the personal level he was livid, slamming around at the nurses' station cussing under his breath as I got the extra towels out of the linen closet.

Back in the room I proceeded gently. First I helped him struggle out of that back tied hospital gown. Then I started at the top, lowering the sheet only to his waist. Finished with his arms, I was busy lathering and rinsing his beefy chest. thant's when I noticed a twitch in the upper region of that sheeted valley between his legs.

"Damn, Rob, you've got the most sensual hands I've had on my body in a long, long time. W-o-o-o, that feels good." He was enjoying it, with a big grin on his face.

I toweled him dry and tugged the sheet back up to his chin. Pulling it loose at the bottom, I folded it up to the top of his thighs. Lifting one leg I proceeded to work my way north from his foot. He was hanging there, full, just not hard, but close. I dried that leg and gave my attention to the other. They were beefy, too, not typical for a quarterback. No wonder he could scramble like he did.

Now it was getting touchy. I had him roll on one side and then the other as I washed down his hips and buttocks. When he was back flat on his ass there it was pointing at the ceiling. He owned a slightly bent, corded shaft with just the tip of a dark pink knb peeked out from the foreskin that sill hooded it. Running up and then wrapping around it near the junction of that pole with its head was a firmly pulsing blood vessel. Each time his heart beat the whole organ bobbed. My hand with the towel froze on his hip. He groaned, just a whispered sound, and shifted a leg. Its movement slid my hand forward.

"Do it, damn it. It's what you've been waiting for, so, go ahead," he had a catch in his voice as he let out another low, soft groan.

I didn't need him to twist my arm. I left the towel right where it was, sqirted more jel into my hands and started lathering up that pleasure pole. I have it a gentle twist of my own.

"Damn! A-g-g-g! Yes!" He was into it with a vengeance, clinching his fists at his sides. His hips pumped as I slid my hand along his now very slick shaft. As I rinsed it, I got a firm enough grip to pull that foreskin down uncovering the full glory of that dick head. That was when he realy let out a series of yelps.

There was a light tap on my shoulder. Lacey was right there, leering at the action. He moved to the other side of the bed. My patient's eyes were closed, his head rolling from side to side as he moaned. Without a by your leave, Lacey bent over, tugged my hand away and took that hot tool between his lips.

"Oh. No!" The qarterback's eyes were wide open, blazing. He raised an arm, ready to drive a fist into the side of Lacey's head. "Don't do . . . A-h-h-h!" As quickly as he had started his objection, he changed. "Don't stop, you fuckin' cock sucker. God . . . Oh, God!"

Looked like he had accepted the fact that he was the recipient of a primo blow job. His arm relaxed. He started going with the flow, humping, panting and moaning. Lacey and I started trading off, like a team performing artificial respiration. Mouth, two, three, four. Mouth, two, three . . . The Arm of the North was holding onto the sides of his matress, both hands clinched tight. He was straining, hips twisting, begging us to finish him off.

Lacey changed to stroking that massive shaft with his lips. I didn't know he had that unique talent, closing his mouth around that cock from the side. With just three quick tugs he had our famous patient spewing cum all over that bed. Standing up to watch the show. Lacey gave me an evil smirk and stuck out his hand to catch a falling string of sticky cream.

Reaching across the bed he wiped it on my cheek. "Better get this mess cleaned up, orderly. Wouldn't do for the night nurse to find this kind of extr, non-authorized service being performed. He might have to file a report. Yes. He just might."

The quarterback lay their, breathing heavy, pretending nothing had happened. I rewashed him where necessary and then changed the bedding with him in the bed. He was amazed a that feat, and, by the time I was finished, was limp dicked and back to normal breathing.

"You done?" he asked.

I nodded.

"C'mere, Rob."

When I moved, he grabbed my hand. It was a death grip, hurt like hell. There was fire in his eyes. I was in trouble.

He was in here. You let him touch me. You're suppose to take care of me, protect me from that -- that nurse." The way hea said 'nurse' no respectable member of the profession would want to hear.

I mumbled, "Sorry." With a little pleading in my voice I continued, "Things got sorta out of hand there for a while." I could move my hand in his, but it was still held tight.

His eyes softened, a bit. He chortled, low in that broad chest. "Guess they did, sort of. Out of hand and into . . ." He squeezed my hand hard again and then disengaged. "Don't let that prick back in here on that basis again, pal."

Relieved I plopped down in the chair beside him. He reached out and tousled my hair. I heard that happy rumbling from his chest again and listened as slowly his breathing became deep, regular, relaxed. I sat, still.

When I knew he was sound asleep I got up and went looking for Lacey.

We almost came to blows. I knew that whatever satisfaction that would give me tonight would be gone in the morning when I didn't hava a job any more. I kept my cool. But, I did put it on the line. No more, or to hell with the job, I would knock the living crap out of him. I think he believed me. When I got back, my patient was wide awake.