11 comments/ 35991 views/ 82 favorites Home Health Care By: lill_street_writer The blue screen of death was never quite so welcome as when Zach stared at his computer that Friday afternoon. It meant that his laptop proved itself, yet again, to be the biggest and most cursed piece of crap in the entire hospital. Since his arrival nearly two years before, his computer, and by extension, his computer skills had been a laughable subject in the Physical Therapy department. One of his colleagues swore that Zach could just wish for his computer to explode and the vile thing would start to smoke and grunt in compliance. It wasn't, Zach insisted, that he hated computers; he just had little use for them. If he'd had his way, the whole world would go back to paper calendars and actually talking to one another. And the prospect of talking to one person in particular is what had Zach grinning while gleefully staring at the screen of his demented laptop. Zach pulled out his phone, leaned back in his chair and pushed the speed-dial number he'd had precious little reason to use lately. His malevolent computer had been behaving itself in recent weeks, giving him little opportunity to check in with his favorite IT nerd. It had been so long since he had called IT that he had wondered if somehow Daniel had really fixed his joke of a laptop. The fact that Zach had Daniel's office extension on speed-dial should have clued Zach into the fact that he was a little too eager to have a bum piece of equipment as an excuse to perv on the object of his desire. When Daniel Travers's voicemail picked up, Zach was annoyed, but left a message and hit the prompt that would alert Daniel's cell-phone that he had a new message. At least, he thought, he had something to look forward to on an otherwise cold and incredibly depressing almost-Spring day. Later, Zach was unable to say exactly when Daniel had slipped into the PT area and started to work on reviving Zach's computer. He could have been there five minutes or as much as forty-five. All Zach knew was that when he was finally done with Mrs. Cement's session, Daniel was seated at Zach's desk, with his back turned and his own laptop opened nearby. He was furiously typing into the healthy laptop, talking on his cell phone and shaking his head. Zach distractedly wished his client a good weekend and began walking over to his desk. "I swear to God, Marion, I am not making it up." Zach overheard this and chuckled to himself a little. "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can. Unless you want this kind of fun instead of me? . . . Yeah, lucky me. See you soon." Daniel flipped his phone closed and looked up to meet Zach's eyes. "Hey Daniel, I'm not getting you in trouble am I?" Zach decided to admit to eavesdropping. "No, but I am pretty sure this is the last time you can sabotage your computer just to get me down here to hang out with you." Daniel turned and looked at Zach more fully. His eyes were tired and his hair was a little long, but he looked far better than he had the last time Zach had seen him weeks before. In truth, Zach was a little disturbed by how good the young man did look to him. Daniel was just under six feet tall, lean with dark, dark brown hair and naturally pale skin. His looks would be natural for either a young goth or a computer nerd. Since Daniel didn't even feign an interest in the undead, he looked every bit the computer nerd he was. "I'm pretty transparent, aren't I?" Zach breathed a sigh of relief as he and Daniel fell back into their familiar quasi-flirtatious banter. While neither man had come out to the other, Zach was nearly certain that Daniel was gay. Zach had never made any secret of his preferences and was sure that Daniel had figured out that, while Zach liked women fine, that he didn't actually attend that church. Sometimes during their occasional lunches, the joking and flirting started to get a little too suggestive. As if they sensed a boundary they were not willing to tackle, both men would back away verbally and change to a more neutral subject. Though he had never stated it outright, Daniel had given Zach the idea the he was in a relationship and wasn't available. Since Zach wasn't interested in relationships, this seemed a good arrangement. At least for a while. A few weeks earlier, in the midst of his computer's last attack, Daniel was so depressed and sullen, Zach had seriously worried for his acquaintance. After that, Zach had called on Daniel's supervisor, Marion to make sure things were all right with the young man. It had taken a little engineering on his part, but Zach had managed to 'bump into' Marion at lunch and had taken the opportunity to check-up on Daniel. After swift preliminaries, Zach charged ahead, not caring what Marion thought of him. "Daniel was up at PT a few days ago to work on the computer-from-hell, and he looked pretty rough around the edges." Zach left it there, and took a big bite of his sandwich. He hoped she would open up to him otherwise he might have to confront Daniel directly. "Is everything working now? He said he was able to get that lemon up and running again." Did she choose to answer the wrong non-question, Zach wondered. "No, it's fine. Actually, I couldn't care less if the thing exploded into shards, as long as I wasn't around when it happened." This got a laugh from Marion and she met his gaze finally. Maybe she could see the concern in his own eyes for a young man she realized they both cared about, though in increasingly different ways. "He's going to be fine, Zach." Marion reached across the table and patted Zach's hand, just like his mother might do, if she had ever done such a thing. "We all have to go through it; he's just taking it hard since it's never happened to him before. He'll get over it and be all right." "But what's wrong?" Zach was surprised at his own sense of concern. What had started as nearly casual concern had started to feel like an emergency: had someone died, was he ill? What had turned the sparkling man Zach knew into this sad, slope-shouldered being? Marion eyed Zach carefully and weighed her next words. "He had been seeing someone for some time." Zach nodded. He had his own theories there, but kept them private. "Well, now they're not together and I'm pretty sure the breakup wasn't Daniel's idea. It's been a painful transition for him." Zach kept his gaze on the woman, waiting for more information. She continued, "I asked him if he would like to take some of the vacation time he has saved up, but he said he was better off working as long as I could stand him." Marion shook her head at this and looked down at her lunch, barley touched. "I told him that as long as he cared to drag his morose self into the office, I would be thrilled to have him." "Marion, you are a truly kind woman. Most bosses wouldn't care at all, as long as he put on a cheerful façade and didn't cause any disturbance." Zach was amazed at the kindness and honesty of this slightly hard-edged woman. Many in the hospital had few tender words for the woman, but Zach felt she was a woman who stated her mind and had little patience for those who didn't. "Is there anything I can do right now?" At this, Marion looked down with a frown of concentration and picked at her salad. Finally, she looked up and met his eyes with a glint in her eyes that would have had him taking a step back, if he could have. "Listen Zach, mostly he needs a little time to himself right now. Losing someone is painful, and I don't think he needs to be confused right now by extra attentions." "Marion, you are earning your reputation, if I you're saying what I think you are." "I'm saying exactly that, young man. Daniel is mixed-up right now and he needs some time to deal with this. It's been two weeks and I think he is already starting to come out of his funk a little bit. But he is vulnerable right now and I don't want to see him hurt again so soon." "And you think I could hurt him?" Zach was amazed that anyone thought he could have that kind of effect, that kind of power over anyone. He had spent years avoiding relationships that could lead to any sort of entanglement. Now, he was accused of being able to emotionally damage a young man he barely knew. "Let's just say that I don't want to see him hurt." Marion held Zach's eyes a beat longer than polite to make sure that he understood her meaning. When he nodded his agreement, she joked a little. "His work suffers and I'm too old to run around fixing your laptop." Zach wandered away from that meeting with Marion in a confused fog. While initially he thought he had arranged to talk with her, it seemed Marion had a few things she had needed to tell him. It was apparent that she saw Zach's feelings towards Daniel as more than those of a casual friend and Zach was left wondering who was mistaken. Was it possible that Marion understood more about Zach's feelings for Daniel than Zach perceived, himself. Probably, Zach admitted to himself, as even he knew he wasn't the most self-reflective person in the world. With that, Zach vowed to give Daniel some time to heal, and possibly give himself to figure what he wanted from a friendship with Daniel. It had been hard at first. What with thinking about the younger man, it would have been natural for the usually-impulsive Zach to call Daniel and suggest lunch in the hospital restaurant. It wouldn't be strange for the pair to have lunch or coffee a couple of times a month. But now, Zach hesitated and re-examined his motives. And what he found surprised him -- he was positive that he was interested in pursuing a deeper relationship with Daniel. He just hoped that Daniel would one day feel the same. ** That had been weeks before and now the stupid computer had finally decided to act like Fate and die on him, causing him to open his phone and call a number he was a little embarrassed to admit to himself, that he knew by heart. By heart? That he had memorized. And now Daniel was here and Zach felt irrationally elated that his 'crush' was near and it seemed that they were back to normal, mostly. Yes, Daniel was quiet and reserved, but no longer had that haunted look, like a man who might go looking for a bridge. Zach wanted to hug him, twirl him around the room, but contented himself with admitting that maybe it was time to do something about his feelings, instead of just lusting after the younger man. But was he ready? And how would Daniel react? Zach's track record hadn't been stellar lately and he was reluctant to have another emotional smackdown right now. Daniel's smooth, slightly deep voice interrupted these completely un-work-related musings, "Zach, I don't know what you've been doing to this machine, but it may be time to say any last words. I don't think the patient is going to make it." Daniel's eyes held a laugh. "Well, it was only a matter of time, and I guess it's better that the pain is over. What do you do now? Can I drop it from the top of the building?" Zach rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "I'll take it home this weekend and see if I can recover any data, initialize it, and reload an operating system. But don't worry; I'll put in a requisition for you to get a new laptop next week. I think your work here is done," Daniel said gesturing to the lump of technology on the desk. Daniel looked at the clock and began to pack up. "Do you have the case for this beast? It's time I get going." "What, it's only 4pm? What kind of easy life do you all have in IT?" "Well, I was here before 8am to man the help desk, fix problems and deal with cranky administrators. Does that count for anything?" Daniel stood and had a hand on his hip in mock attitude. "God yes. I wasn't even awake that early. Go on then, have a good weekend and enjoy resurrecting that piece of crap." Zach almost asked if Daniel had any free time, but nixed that idea just as the man left the room. Daniel waved over his shoulder as he walked away, and Zach gave himself a mental slap for doing nothing except talk computers with him. *** "Take it easy on yourself Daniel. Have some fun this weekend, all right?" Marion called to her favorite employee as he left for the day a few minutes later. "Oh, I have big plans, not to worry. Good bye." Daniel shouldered two laptops, clutched a lunch cooler and his thermal coffee mug and pushed his way out into the hallway to leave the hospital building. The past week had been normal, nothing special, and that alone was something worth cheering. No tears, no dragging sadness and feeling like his life had already passed him by. He was still alone, but not that much more alone than he had been before Brady made their split final a few weeks ago. That had hurt like a stab, even though he knew it had been looming. The two men had never been on the path to a permanent relationship and it was some sort of miracle that they had lasted two years. Now, Daniel was free, and he was inclined to think of this as a gift instead of a sentence. He might even be able to indulge in his fantasies of Zach, guilt-free. More than likely though, he would pick up a movie and some decent beer. With a smile on his face, Daniel headed down the back stairs that would take him to the 'sneaky door' which was closer to the parking garage. Once inside the stairwell, he pushed autostart so his car would be toasty warm when he got there. This late in February, the weather was still distinctly wintery and Daniel felt sufficiently wimpy to want to minimize his exposure to the elements, so he liked to use this seldom-used exit and scoot quickly to the warm sanctuary of his car. He pushed open the outside door, took two steps and the whole world spun around. His vision exploded with bright lights. ** "Listen, I don't care if I am at the hospital, I need and EMT by the North door. Now!" Marion had no time to deal with idiots right now. "No, I can't go find one. And if I don't get action here in three minutes, I will make sure you never work again. I have a man down and blood all over the place. So I better have a response team here, to the North door by the parking garage immediately and I will stay on the line until I do. Is that understood?" God almighty, what a mess. She had followed Daniel out only a minute later, to remind him that she was had the early shift Monday, and that he could sleep in. But he wasn't at his car, though it was warming up for him. So she looked back at the building toward the side and noticed that one door was open slightly. As she got nearer, she could see a bundle of dark and red spilling down the steps. She tried to run, but found the icy pathway so treacherous, she almost became the next victim. Now she cradled Daniel's head while she squabbled with a moron and wished she knew if he was going to be okay. Noises of people moving and doors opening made her aware that her intimidation tactics had succeeded. "Over here," she called, though her voice seemed so soft to her own ears that she was surprised anyone heard her at all. The response team was there, and Dr. Jameson was asking questions to which she had precious few answers. But with the doctor and EMT's there, she was relieved that she was no longer in charge. And for that she was grateful, since all she felt she could do now was pray. ** Hours later, Zach stood next to the gurney bed, in recovery, holding Daniel's hand and gazing at his face. It was too much to take in. One minute Daniel was fine and the next he's leaving the building only to take an awful fall down some icy steps and land himself in surgery. Pins and plates went into Daniel's right, lower leg. A simple cast was on his left wrist for a straight forward fracture. And twelve stitches along his hairline closed the gash that bleed so profusely, but was actually the least worrying of all the injuries. It was the leg injury that would cause the most difficulty, Zach knew from his extensive experience. When his boss, Cynthia told him what had happened, Zach had just stared at her, sure that she was pulling his leg, making up some story. He had waited for the punch line, but it never came. She had said, "I know you are friends, sort-of, so I thought you should know. Marion called me from the waiting room; I just found out. He should be getting out of surgery soon. Why don't you head down and see if you can help out?" And with that, Zach practically ran all the way. After listening to the doctors and translating the details to Marion, Zach walked back to the recovery area as if he had every right to be there. He held Daniel's slack hand in a streetwise grip and looked at the resting face and it's almost delicate features. This is not how he had ever wanted to see Daniel at rest. Just when he had decided that he might try to engage with Daniel in a real friendship (and maybe more), the young man had almost been ripped from his life. Zach's head swam with emotions; fear, anxiety, anger, sympathy, need. And then he felt the other hand clench his own. "Brady," Daniel croaked out, barely audible. "Brady, it hurts." Zach gripped Daniel's hand harder to reassure and shushed him a little. "It's okay, baby. The doctors will be back in a minute. I'll get them to give you something. Just lie still." He smoothed Daniels dark hair back from his forehead with a gentle touch, and made soft, shushing noises. Daniel nodded his head but still had his eyes closed. "Don't go, Brady. Stay with me?" "I will, I will." Zach felt a lump in his throat and had to remind himself to breathe. The next days were a blur of standard operating hospital procedures. Daniel was moved to a room up on the orthopedic ward and Zach stayed with him whenever he could. Since he and Marion were hospital employees, they were fortunately exempt, it seemed, from regular visiting rules. He and Marion set up a regular rotation, one of them always present through that first night. Neither of them wanted Daniel to wake up and find himself alone, confused and scared. Daniel came fully to his senses in the middle of the night and was a little amused to see Marion sitting straight as a stick in the side chair, her head nodding and bouncing in sleep. He pressed the call button to summon the nurse, and hushed her when she came in so as not to wake Marion. With his supervisor and protector there, he felt cared-for and comforted. Marion had accomplished her goal without even having to be fully awake. After a little bustling by the nurse, Marion woke to find Daniel smiling at her, and they share a friendly chuckle. Without drama or histrionics, Marion told Daniel everything she knew about the injury and his current state but deferred to the doctors and Zach for the details. When she had run out of facts, Marion sat holding his hand and just looked into Daniel's eyes. "Your clothes are gone, honey. I'm sorry, but there was no saving them." "Did they have to cut them off? It was that bad?" Daniel could see emotion in the older woman's eyes he couldn't quite place. Was she upset about the clothes? "Well, they didn't cut all of them off, no." Marion took a deep breath. "There was a lot of blood, so much. I thought it would be hard to get out, so I told them to get rid of the clothes." "Marion, I am so sorry. I'm okay now. Are you all right?" Daniel could see that she was shaken by having to rescue him, seeing him injured and feeling helpless to help. She sniffed and rubbed a finger near the corner of her eye. "You are not allowed to do that again. Do you hear me young man? You scared to wits out of me." Daniel looked into her blue eyes, now shining with tears held at bay, and tide of gratitude for her friendship and caring washed over him, causing him to tear up as well. "Yes ma'am. I promise." "Besides, I think if you ever get hurt again, Zach Johnson will probably finish the job." She smiled weakly at him. "Zach? Was he there?" Daniel was surprised at this. His brain was muddled from the anesthesia and pain. Someone had been with him at some point, he'd sensed it. But Zach? Home Health Care I am a heavy construction worker in Texas. I am temporarily unemployed due to an accident that happened on the job. I will spare you the gory details, but I suffered both legs smashed and broken below the knee. I have had several surgeries, and I expect to fully recover, but it will take a while. If there is any good news, all of my huge medical expenses were covered by insurance, and I am now on 100% disability. I live in an apartment complex, on the ground floor, with a small patio outside of my sliding glass door. I spend almost all of my time in a wheelchair, not because I am paralyzed, but my Doctors want me to stay off of my feet. I can hobble around on crutches, but they say to give my legs the opportunity to heal, it is best if I stay in the chair. My neighbors next door are a young married couple, and she has been very helpful. When I first came home from the hospital, she came over and offered to help me in any way I needed. Her name is Sarah, and she is very pretty. I guess she is about ten years younger than I am, in her mid-twenties. She is petite, about five foot two, with a very nice figure. Sarah shops for groceries for me, and she makes sure I have decent meals. She is at home full time; she does not have a job. She comes over from time to time, just to visit and keep me company. She is a sweetheart. The days are long, and daytime TV is boring. I have a computer, and I surf the web a lot. My injuries are all below the knee, if you get my meaning, so I do enjoy porn on the Internet. My social life is non-existent for the time being, and I do not have a significant other. I have been divorced for a couple of years, and I am between relationships right now. One early afternoon I was watching a very hot porn video on the web, and I was masturbating. On a nice day like this, I just put on a pair of shorts, with no underwear, and a tee shirt. I can get the shorts over the two casts on my legs a lot easier than a pair of jeans. My computer is on a desk near the patio door, and I had the glass door open with the screen closed. The fresh breeze was nice, and I do not get outdoors to enjoy it much. The video had every kind of sex act in it, but at the moment it was showing a guy with a freak-of-nature size cock fucking a beautiful girl up the ass. It had my undivided attention, and I was stroking my cock as I watched. I heard a noise just outside my screen door and I looked up to see Sarah standing there, with a pot of coffee in one hand, and cups in the other. I was startled, and I tried to hide my stiff cock with no success. Sarah was red-faced and obviously embarrassed. She said, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I wanted to have coffee with you, and make sure you were OK." "I would have knocked, but my hands are full." I finally got my shrinking cock back in my shorts, and I asked her to come in. I don't know who was the most embarrassed, but I tried to make the best of it. We tried to talk about anything else, ignoring what had just happened. But it was impossible. I finally said "How long were you standing there?" Sarah answered, "Just for a minute or two. I was mesmerized. I have never seen a man doing that before." Her face turned bright red again. She went on, "Don't be embarrassed. Everyone does that sometimes. And in your situation, it is perfectly understandable." Since she said everyone does it, I pictured her playing with herself while she watched porn. It was a very hot visual. Sarah said, "I do not have a computer. What were you watching?" I explained about the millions of web-sites with sexual material that are out there on the web. "I have never seen anything like that. Could you turn it on again?" Wow, I thought. She is going to think I am a real pervert. "OK", I said, "But you will have to be very open-minded. This is triple-x rated stuff." I re-started the video I had been watching, from the beginning. Sarah pulled up a chair right next to me, and was very interested. The performers started out with oral sex, giving and receiving, and then started to fuck. Sarah's eyes were glued to the screen. We reached the point in the video where she had interrupted me, and the guy slowly pushed his big cock up the woman's asshole. Sarah said "Oh, my!" and she was visibly shocked. The video continued, with the guy fucking the woman in the ass, and the woman looking as if she was enjoying it. Sarah said, "I didn't know that was possible. How can she take all that up her ass?" "Sarah, lots of people do it that way. Many women prefer it." I could see that she was imagining what it would be like, and it was turning her on. She didn't take her eyes off the screen, and when they showed a close-up of the big cock disappearing up the asshole, Sarah was definitely aroused. She gave me a pleasant smile, and said "Can I help you finish what you were doing, while we watch this?" Before I had a chance to say yes, she reached over and unzipped my shorts, and said "How convenient, no underwear!" She took my cock in her hand, and started to jack me off. She expertly stroked my cock as we watched the video go to the end. Her delicate, small hand gripped my cock, and it was a lot more exciting than my hand was. She was a quick learner, since she had not seen how to do it until today. When the guy in the video started to come, I did too. It squirted all over the computer screen, and ran down over her hand. Sarah said, "I'm sorry I made such a mess. That is a lot of cum!" The video now showed the guy pulling his cock out and cum gushed out of the woman's asshole and ran down her leg. Sarah watched closely, and I think she was wishing the load that just came out of me had gone into her, instead of all over the place. I wheeled back from the desk, and she got some cleaning rags from my kitchen and cleaned up the monitor and the desk. When she was in the kitchen, I saw her in the corner of my eye, licking the cum off her hand. My cock was still out of my shorts, and she held it as we sat and talked for a while. She said "We were just friends until an hour ago. Once I saw this, everything changed!" She gazed at it, and gave it a little squeeze. "I have to get back to my place, before my husband comes home." She returned to her apartment, but promised to come over again the next day. Like I said, she is a sweetheart. True to her promise, at 9:30 the next morning she knocked on my patio door. She was more anxious to get started than I was. She said "Can we find another video like yesterday's? I can hardly wait!" We took the same position, me in my wheelchair and her beside me in her chair. As I brought up my favorite web-site and selected a video, she took my cock out and started to play with it. Very soon it was stiff and standing straight up. I am no expert on cocks; I do not have any gay inclinations. But I do watch a lot of porn, and every cock is different. Some curve to the left, some to the right, and some curve upward. Some are longer, some are thicker. Mine is straight as an arrow, and almost eight inches long. I know this because one of my previous girlfriends measured it. Sarah squeezed and felt the entire length of it. "I feel so free and easy with you. Like I can do anything." "Yes", I answered, "You can do anything or say anything you want to. You don't have to be shy or modest with me." Sarah said, "Your cock is very nice. It is much longer than my husbands. I guess I shouldn't talk about him that way. But he is not very imaginative about sex. Not like you!" She blushed, and asked "Have you ever had this up a woman's ass?" I said "Sure, many times." "Did you get it in all the way?" I answered "All the way to my balls." She said, "Did they scream?" Only with pleasure, I answered. She kept playing with my cock, and traced around the head with her finger. "Did you have to push hard?" Well, yes, if it was their first time, I answered. She held my cock firmly, and stared at the tip. "I think it would be difficult to get it up a woman's asshole. If it came down to more of a point, it would seem to be better. This big helmet-head would be painful." "Maybe some day you can put it in me, just a little." "I don't think I could take it all. If you put just the tip in, would that make you come? I would like to know what that feels like." Sarah, I thought, you don't understand. If a man gets the tip of his cock in you, he is going to shove it all the way in, even if he has to hold you down. I said that she should let me know in advance when she wanted to do it, so I could save up an extra large load for her. She said "My God, I don't think you need to try to save up extra! I have never seen so much cum squirt out of a guy!" She reached down and took my balls in her delicate hand. "Is this where you make all that stuff?" "Yeah, but that is not where it is stored. That is further up in my body." "You mean, like a holding tank?" "Exactly" She said "I have learned more about sex in the last day than in my whole life!" She continued to fondle my cock, and looked at it lovingly. I could tell she was fantasizing about taking it up her ass, and receiving one of my mother-loads. I told her that I was glad we had gotten to know each other like this. I reached over and put my hand on her leg, up close to her crotch. She was wearing a loose fitting pair of shorts, and she quickly pulled them down to her ankles. She did not have panties on, and I pushed my finger up her wet pussy. She said "I wanted to give you a nice surprise, so I dressed like you, shorts with no underwear!" The video was just getting started, with the woman sucking the guys cock. Sarah asked "Can't we fast forward to the good part?" I knew what she meant, so I jumped ahead to the part where I knew the guy would put his cock up her ass. Sarah watched intently as the porno stars meat-pole disappeared up the woman's asshole. She stroked my cock faster and faster, and I blurted out "I'm going to come!" Sarah surprised me again; she bent down in my lap and took my cock in her mouth. I grunted and groaned, and spurted a big load into her mouth. She gently sucked and swallowed it all. She said "I wanted to make sure we didn't make a mess this time!" Yeah, I thought, and also you wanted it in your mouth. I saw you yesterday licking my cum off your hand. I pulled my finger out of her pussy, and rubbed and stroked her clit, and she had a violent orgasm. We kind of hugged each other as best we could, sitting side-by-side. I kissed her, and her lips were slippery with my cum. Days were not boring any more! Sarah would come over as soon as her husband left for work. She became a real fan of porno videos, and she would choose which ones she wanted to watch. I noticed that they were always anal sex videos. After watching the action on the screen for a while, she would go for my cock. Instead of staying side by side in our chairs, she would kneel on the floor in front of me. I would keep watching while she sucked me off. I am not totally confined to this wheelchair, I can move around slowly. It would now be her turn, and I would get on the floor in front of her while she watched the screen. I would lick her pussy until she would squeal and grunt with an orgasm. Her pussy was always very clean and fresh, with just a little musky smell. We got to the point where we would both get completely naked before we started. We would begin with mutual masturbation, and finish each other off orally. I knew she had developed some anal desires, and I would push my middle finger up her ass while I licked her clit. She didn't complain. Her asshole was tight, though. I could tell she had never been fucked in the ass. One day while she was watching a porno actor's cock slide up an actress's ass, I asked her if she wanted to try it. She obviously wanted to, but she seemed unsure. "Your cock is so long, I don't think I can take it all up my ass. I have never done that before." I replied "I can take care of that. Go into my bedroom, and on the nightstand there is some KY lube. Bring that here." She did, and I continued "Put some on my cock, especially on the head." She followed my instructions, and waited. "All right, now take some of the lube, and put it all over your middle finger. Put that finger up your asshole, and work it way up in you." She looked like I had asked her to do something that was way too kinky. She said "I have never had my finger up someone's asshole, not even my own." Reluctantly, she did it. She had a strange look on her face as she slid her finger in and out of her ass. "OK, I will just sit here as usual, and you back up to me like you are going to sit in my lap. Reach back and spread your ass apart, and as you sit down I will put the tip of my cock up against your asshole." "When you feel it touch you, just slowly sit down, and take it as far and as fast as you want to. Just take as much as you want." Again, she followed my instructions, and as she lowered herself, the tip of my cock went up her ass. She stopped, with just a little bit in, and took some deep breaths. She lowered herself more, and more of my cock slid up her ass. She said "My God, it is so big! I don't know!" "Your finger was big enough for me. This may be all I can take!" I am a pretty good-sized guy, and she is the size of a very young girl. I was really hot by now, and clearly she was too. I asked her if she could take more, and she said, "I'll try." She sat down farther, and more of my stiff cock went up her tight asshole. She let go of her butt and held on to the armrests of my chair for support. Still, it was difficult for her to support herself, suspended in air with half of my cock up her ass. She held herself there as long as she could. She is not an athlete, or a gymnast, and her arms were getting tired. She couldn't decide if taking more of my cock up her ass would be easier than holding herself up. All of a sudden she seemed to give up, and surrender to it. She collapsed onto my lap, and my cock disappeared in her. I reached around and stroked and played with her clit, as she rocked back and forth. "I can't believe I have your entire cock in me! It feels like it's up in my stomach!" The video had long since stopped, but we were making our own porno now. She began to move up and down, taking my cock in and out of her. She kept up a steady rhythm, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "Warn me when you are going to come! I want to be ready for it!" "I can feel the head of your cock way up in me, and I want you to cum as far in me as you can!" I said "Now!" She sat down hard on me, taking every bit of my cock in her. She knew what would happen, from all of the loads she had taken in her mouth. I pumped the biggest load of my life deep inside her. When she felt it squirting into her, she exploded into her own orgasm. She went completely limp, and we just stayed joined together by my cock. I began to hope that my legs would never heal. Five days a week, six if he worked overtime on Saturday, we would have our sessions. She has become insatiable about taking it up her ass. She sits down on me now with one swift move. I don't push at all, I just line my cock up so it touches her asshole, and she slides down on it. She fucks herself on it, and her butt cheeks make a slapping sound when they hit me. Once, just for something different, I asked her to take it up her pussy instead. She refused, explaining that she was not on any birth control, and did not want to chance it. Her sex life with her husband was now over, and he didn't seem to care. So she just stopped taking the pill. Well, of course, it was OK with me. I would be happy fucking her in the ass for the rest of my life. If she divorces the sorry jerk she is married to, I might ask her to get together permanently. One day I was able to persuade her to lie on my bed, and I lurched over and flopped down beside her. I crawled down and dived headfirst into her crotch, and licked her pussy until she exploded like a hand grenade. Then I rolled her over and fucked her ass like never before. Home health care has never been this good. Home Health Care Shortly after my release from the hospital, but still needing some direct nursing care, I was scheduled for a series of "home nurse care" visits. Not sure what to expect, but eager to take full advantage of our overpriced medical insurance, I arranged for the house calls. First visit was uneventful, mostly background info and a review of what the visiting nurse would do. It all sounded good to me, as some of the intensive dressing changes on the parts still healing were a bit hard to do on my own. The work was all finished and the nurse, Shelia, and I were chatting as she finished her notes on her tablet. We were close to the same age (mid 50's) and found we'd actually grown up within 20 miles of each other in a nearby state. She had noticed the Harley's under the car port where they live and asked if they were all mine. I had to tell her that technically they were but since both my wife and I ride four bikes are not excessive. Turned out her husband had just bought his first big Harley and she wanted to learn to ride too. She told me she might not be out for my next visit as she was the department manager and she was just filling in in the field. The day and time for my next visit came and it was Shelia who knocked on the door. A quick description of her may be in order. Standing about 5'2 with blonde hair, showing a touch of grey here and there, she had an impressive chest looking to me to be about a 40D and tipped the scale at, by my estimate, of 180 of soft sexy curves. She was wearing her normal attire of a lab jacket over a set of pink scrubs that seemed to be form fitted to her boobs. We went thru the usual routine as she'd explained it before, plus the 'standard' questions...pain level, fevers/chills, yata yata and then the one that threw me. Shed asked if my meds list was up to date and when was the last time I'd taken each one...no big deal until she got to Cialis. I stuttered and said I'd taken one last night. She asked about the results (now that seemed a bit over the edge) and if there were any side effects. I chuckled and admitted everything had worked as needed and no side effects. Her smile gave her away and I knew she'd asked more than she should!She got done with the official part of her visit and again we chatted as she wrapped up her notes. She fairly bluntly asked me if I liked the results of the Cialis and did I take the daily type or the 36 hour version. I'm sure I blushed and told her the 36 hour kind, telling her it was more convenient when planning a busy weekend! We both laughed at that and she asked if I would mind if we had an 'off the record' conversation. Not sure where she was headed I agreed, thinking to myself I could always stop if I wanted. She told me she had always been curious about the ED meds but never had a chance to have an open conversation about them with any one who had used them. Hearing that I felt comfortable about where this was heading. "So, Wayne, how long have you been using the Cialis?" Shelia asked. "I've had a 'scrip for them for several years, usually have a back stock in the cabinet, just in case, you know." "Why...I mean...did you get them because you needed them or just to see what they were about?" "A little of both I guess. I've got a couple conditions that cab effect the way things work and it seemed to be a good idea to have some handy." "Do they make a difference? I mean...well I guess I mean can you tell me how they work for you?" "Sure, the one I've got now makes me able to be ready to go quicker, and makes me able to go more often I think. I know it doesn't 'say that in the info in the pack but it works like that on me. For a while a few years agon I thought the equipment was not going to work again but I think it may have been semi-psychological as much as physical." It really did seem that way to me. After losing my wife of 20 years it seemed like the only time I had an erection was my morning wood. And at 48 years old I didn't like the prospect of years of not getting any. My first couple of encounters were, at best, semi-successful but not successful enough for penetration! Eventually, and with the aid of a pill, a lovely soft, round and fluffy latino nurse got me back in th saddle. And since meeting Marie (aka mrsbiker) things are much more reliable.She continued by asking "Do you take one every time you expect to have sex, or just take one every couple days and hope?""Sort of both, I almost always take one on Friday night or Saturday morning, but if we've got the time Marie can get what we need without chemical aid."This conversation was getting a little weird and even though I'd gotten some the night before, there was a growing bulge in my boxers. I shifted in my seat attempting to rearrange it and Shelia must have noticed and guessed why. She had slipped off her lab coat and I could clearly see two peaks pressed into the fabric of her top, either it was cold or she was getting a little warmed up, too. "Wayne...errr...Mr. Mathis...is this chat giving you ideas or maybe even a little stimulation?" "Well, Shelia...I mean... nurse Bryant, it certainly is, and from the look of you scrub top I'd say it's giving you some, too?" She blushed, well I guess we both did, and she nodded her head agreeing with me. At this point I was more than half hard and knew I'd be working it out as soon as possible after our visit. What I didn't quite expect was for her to run he hand under and across her mounds and slowly massage her nipples thru the fabric. That took me from half mast to full in .9 milliseconds and I openly rearranged the bulge to allow the head to stretch down my leg nearly peeking out. I didn't care if she saw the movement, or for that matter the head of my dick, since we sensed we were headed down the same path. With a swift, smooth motion she pulled her top off and at once un clasped her bra letting a pair of round full womanly boobs be exposed to me. Not to leave her feeling alone I pulled my shirt off and then my shorts followed. Leaving us both with a good view of the other. She wriggled out of her bottoms and panties and stood before me with her hands on hips and her very furry blonde muff inches from my face. "So, here we are. Looks like you like what you see or is that just the pills doing the talking?" "Nope, Shelia, I definitely like what I'm seeing! I don't think I'd be leaking like this if I didn't!" She looked down at the drop of precum sliding off the head of my dick and swiped it up with a finger and licked it clean "Nice flavor, tasted like you must eat a lot of fruit? Would you care for a taste of me?" And she slid the same finger between her puffy outer lips and came up with a wet slick finger for me to lick clean as well. It had it's own sweet flavor, as I've noticed most women had a unique taste, and I hoped I'd get to taste more of it soon. "Let's make some rules or guidelines before we get too far along here" Shelia stated as she kneeled next to me holding my cock in one hand and her other hand idly swirling between her lower lips. "No penetration, I save that for my husband, and only oral if we both get some. I like to watch a man jerk his cock and play with my pussy while he does it and watches me. Will that be OK?" "Sure, sounds like the best way to spend some time here. I have to ask, can I have another taste now? As you can tell I've got another one for you if you want it." She gave me a couple quick strokes, adding to the bubble, before using two fingers to bring it to her tongue. Removing her other had from her wet pussy she wiped those fingers across my lips and tongue as me both moaned. I relaxed back onto my recliner and Shelia slipped past me to recline on the couch that faced it and allowed both of us an excellent view. I wrapped my left hand around the shaft of my dick and eagerly watched her cup her tits with both hands and massaged them together to create an amazing view of her cleavedge. I was slowly sliding a hand up and down with the intent of taking a long time to cum, my wife Marie and I had had a nice long session the night before so I was sure this would last a while. One of her hands lowered to her pussy again and I saw her slip a finger between her lips bringing back a taste for her own tongue, the other hand was squeezing one boob at a time and pulling on her strawberry colored nipples. "I love my own taste, yummmm, do you ever taste yourself Wayne?" Not the question I was expecting, but I answered honestly. "Well, usually I only taste mine after its been mixed with some pussy cream after I cum in it, but yes I have tasted it before that, too." She pulled a finger out of her lips that were now shining with juice and used those fingers to wipe the drop from the head of my cock before licking them clean. And then she repeated the process and offered me the fingers. Not my favorite way to taste pussy but she looked so hot doing it i lapped it up and sucked her fingers dry as she dropped her free hand to her lips to spread them wide and expose a clit that was already standing out and in need of attention. "I'm sorry we'll only be able to mix ourselves together that way, I made a promise to myself that I'd never let anyone but my husband inside me to cum." She said this with a sad sort of grin on her face that gave me renewed hope. "No worries, this is so hot and I wouldn't want to bypass your comfort zone anyway." We lay back watching each other, she used one hand on her boobs and usually had her clit trapped between two fingers unless she was dipping inside to offer one of us a taste. My cock was leaking in a pretty steady stream of precum and I began to feed her tastes as well when not using it to keep my hand slick as I stroked at a varying pace. "I'm almost ready for my first one, are you close too?" "Ready when you are, do you want more than one or will we stop after the first time?" "I can go several times, but I want to watch you cum when I do. Or did you mean you can cum more than once, too?" Shelia asked with a smile. "I'm usually good for two or sometimes more if I'm careful and have the right motivation to keep going." "Oh! I've heard of some men being able to do that but wasn't sure it was real. Try to show me, please." We'd both slowed a bit during that discussion but now she attacked her pussy using both hands. Using one to strum her clit and the fingers of the other to reach inside in search of her g-spot I was sure. I was stroking and then squeezing the base of my dick, knowing that was the best way to maintain my hard-on after the first controlled eruption Her moans became louder and I was amazed at the amount of wetness flowing around her hand. "Are you ready, really ready, Wayne...I'm there! squirt some cum on me NOW!" Eager to keep this going I stood between her legs and let go on her hands working her pussy and was rewarded with a soaking stream coming from between them. Her eyes darted from my cock to look into my eyes as we both came at once. We both convulsed with our joint orgasms and then lay back again watching each other. She pulled one hand free from inside her tunnel and wiped it across my face giving me a taste of both our fluids. Her other hand was now only idly stroking her lips as they closed around her clit. I had kept one hand squeezing the base of my shaft and the other cupping my balls and massaging them as well. I'd lost a little of my erection but experience told me I had mare left if she wanted it. Her eyes fell to my cock and she gave a surprised gasp as she saw I was still hard and oozing cum from the slit. "WOW, you're still hard and it's still leaking out." "Yep, but if you'll notice it's thicker stuff now, too. I'll probably take longer next time." And then she said "It looks like you're still cumming, do you do that every time?" It sounded as if her medical mind was kicking in like she was doing research. If I was going to be a test subject I couldn't have found a more pleasant way to contribute to the cause of science. I pumped a couple slow strokes and then held my cock firmly at the base as my cum ceased flowing. I knew I was going to cum again and wanted to see what else Shelia had in mind. "Not exactly like that, sometimes it doesn't keep flowing like this, it feels amazing sort of like it just will never stop. If I can keep working it, or if someone else does I stay pretty hard and can get started again." She now had one hand cupping her very round breasts and with the other she was slipping a finger into the mess we'd made in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She gasped again and her hips thrust forward as she came again this time I was less preoccupied and saw that while she didn't quite 'squirt' she did release a large amount of clear fluid when her orgasm started. That made my dick jump in my grasp and made we sure we'd be spending a while longer playing. "Oh crap, I don't usually cum again that quick; but seeing what your cock does got me really ready again. I need little time to let my clit recover could i get a direct taste of you now?" Since I could think of no reason to object I nodded and watched Shelia lower herself to her knees in front of me and enclose the head of my dick with her eager lips. I moaned my appreciation as she swirled her tongue around causing me to thrust my hips toward her face. She took it all and held me deep in her mouth as I wrapped my hands in her short blonde hair to keep her in place. Wanting to keep amazing feelings she was giving me going, I released my grip after a short time and she pulled cock free. "You're ridiculously good at that" I managed to say "Hope I can stand it long enough for your pussy to recover so I can get my tasting, too." "Oh yes, I'll make sure you get your taste and make sure you cum some more, too!" With that she raised herself up and placed my dick in the valley between her soft round boobs and squeezed them around it giving me both an awesome view and a different feeling. Placing my hands atop hers she encouraged my thrusts and leaned her head forward to lick the head of my dick as it peeked from her cleavedge. We kept at this for a bit before i felt her hands release their guiding pressure on mine and return to her lower lips that had dripped a puddle beneath her. "Hey, no fair, I'm still waiting to get my face down in that fountain!" She winked at me and said "Don't worry you'll be able to have some as soon as you cum for me again. I like a good titty fuck and I want to feel you in nmy mouth when you cum next time." Who could argue with that. She had squeezed her thighs together now and was using a middle finger to stroke her lips and clit as I continued to use her tits on my cock. Her focus seemed to shift to her own actions as we both used her body to satisfy ourselves. I love watching a woman please herself as Shelia was doing and slowed my own pace a little to enjoy the show. Her breathe was coming in short almost gasps and she alternately squeezed her eyes shut or opened them to look at my cock sliding across and between her globes. With a final last gasp she leaned away from me and furiously worked her clit as another orgasm rocked her entire body. More juice flowed from her pussy around her fingers and soaked the floor. With a deep sigh she opened her eyes and looked at my hand slowly stroking my dick that had begun to seep again "Damn, that was as good as the other ones. But I guess I'd better finish this before I get one from your tongue?" She leaned forward again and licked the head of my cock clean before swiftly dropping her lips all the way to the base where her hand was squeezing firmly. Repeating this action she pumped me as she went up and squeezed as she went down the shaft. After the display she'd given me it took little time before I was gasping and moaning much as she had been moments before. I could feel my orgasm building but the combination of her pumping and squeezing had me climbing that slope at a stop and go pace. Soon enough I could tell it was time. "Right there, just like that, pump my cum Shelia, I'm cumming!" She knew exactly what to do. Pumping with one hand her other held my balls firmly as she kept her lips sealed around my head. AS my cock convulsed and twitched, releasing my load into her mouth, she squeezed my balls matching the rythem of my orgasm. I felt as though she was milking every drop of cum I had out of my dick! It was my turn to fall back in post-orgasmic haze and catch my breath. She kept her grip on my shaft as I recovered, offering a gentle lick from time to time. "Holy crap, you really know how to get it all out, don't you?" "I like a dick cumming in my mouth,Wayne. And soon as you're ready I want to ride your face so I can cum again." "Ok, ok, just a little more for my head and I want to have you soak my face!" She made a few more slurping licks on my cock, the action a lot like eating a melting ice cream cone, before she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs to expose my goal. The abundance of blonde curls before me and her puffy wet lips were a treat I had no intention of resisting! I knelt next to her first and used one hand to stroke the fur, and surrounding bits, with one hand and teased the hard pink nipples I found on her round tits. But it was time to get my taste. I cupped her ass with both hands and inhaled deeeply taking in the scent of her over aroused pussy. Slowly drawing my tongue up one side of her engorged lips and down the other I avoided her clit for a short time. Her hips rocked as she helped direct me to the spots that needed my attentions. Her juices flowed freely, soaking my face with a sweet slightly musky flavor. I continued to tease her with only slight contact with her clit while dipping my tongue inside her pussy to savor as much taste as possible. She rocked her hip and rolled gently from side to side to chasing my lips and tongue. As she moaned and gasped more frequently she eventually found a grip on my hair and ground her pussy onto my tongue. "Damn, damn, damndamndamn...right there here I cum!" Her hips stopped rocking as Shelia forced my face to stay in contact with her clit as she shook convulsively as her orgasm hit. I was rewarded with a gush that soaked my face with enough juice to lap up like a kitten with a bowl of milk. As she calmed from her peak I raised up a bit and lapped at the entire area and entertained myself by keeping my hands full of her boobs. She lay still and I raised up to my knees between her wet thighs. Taking what was left of my semi-stiff cock in hand I gave it a couple pulls and realized that going down on Shelia had made me want to cum again. I responded with more stiffness and she watched me with interest as I looked at her sweaty body before me. Stoking a little faster I knew I did have one more to go (or cum)! "Shelia, sweaty, spread your liops for me I'm gonna shoot this load all over them!" That was all I needed to reach the peak and what little amount of cum I had left flowed more that spurted across her blonde curls. I fell atop her and we looked at each other with silly, satisfied grins. We rolled over and I felt her moist lips contact my now softening shaft for the first time. "Wow, it's a good thing I don't have any more calls to make this afternoon, I don't think I could concentrate to get thru them now. You're just incredible I would have never believed that if I hadn't been part of it." "Yep, me too. And you're just as amazing, maybe this is the kind of visit I need." We both laughed at our little jokes and we began to find our clothes and get dressed again. She found her laptop and finally finished her report, ending by having me put a digital signature to acknowledge the visit. "Next visit is set for day after tomorrow, do you think you can handle things until then?" She asked with an impish grin. Home Health Care "Yes I think so, nurse Bryant, this is the best home health visit I've ever had!" She gave me a brief hug & kiss and left with this comment hanging in the air. "I may have some new employee training with another staff member to do next time, we'll be here around 2:30, see you then!" Home Health Care "For tonight," Zach said. "I will take you up on it." Daniel tried to reach behind himself with his casted arm to reach the bedside lamp, but couldn't. Zach moved to do it, and leaned far over Daniel's body to the switch and turned it off, plunging the room into near darkness. The only light came from a dim shaft of light coming from the bathroom. As he pulled back, he realized he was dragging half the length of his body against Daniel and sensation made his mind reel. Moving over Daniel, Zach took his right hand and touched Daniel's jaw, tracing the line of it, orienting himself. He lowered his head, knowing exactly where to place his lips and covered Daniel's with his own. With restrained pressure, Zach moved his lips upon Daniel's in a kiss that was soft but asked to be more. His hand moved around Daniel's head to cradle the back of it and pull him closer. All the while, Zach seemed to know exactly what he was doing, knew that he shouldn't do it and didn't really care. As if Zach's body was through with his mind's indecisiveness, it had taken over and made that kiss a reality, not just a wish. Zach wasn't even sure if this was something Daniel wanted or would punch him for later. When Daniel opened his mouth a bit to lick Zach's bottom lip, Zach nearly lost his restraint and struggled not to press Daniel further. He was rewarded though, when Daniel ventured further and sucked Zach's lip into his mouth to chew and nip on it. With a moan neither of them could ignore, Zach deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to invade Daniel's mouth and explore the sweet cavern, tangling his tongue with Daniel's, using the pressure of his lips to make love to his mouth. In every fiber of his being, he knew that he was not alone in his feelings, he wasn't the only one who was enjoying this intimacy. This, Zach thought with barely a shred of remaining thought, is the best kissing of my life. It was the feeling of Daniel's hand slipping under his t-shirt and running up his side that brought Zach back to the little remaining sense he had. He moved his right hand to stop Daniel's progress and broke the kiss, taking in a huge, steadying breath. When he opened his eyes, he looked into orbs of light-absorbing confusion. "What?" Daniel's voice was soft and breathy. "I'm sorry, Daniel." Zach moved off of him and moved himself to the far edge of the bed. "I swear I'm not usually this much of an ass. I'm sorry. You need your sleep to heal. I'll go, you get some rest." Zach was forestalled by Daniel's hand reaching out to stop him. Daniel just looked at him with an expression that changed from confusion to sadness, and then another jaw-cracking yawn took over. "Okay, you win for now. I'll go to sleep, but you stay here. I wouldn't wish that couch on my worst enemy." And with that Daniel arranged himself in the bed and soon seemed to fall asleep. Zach went to the far side of the big bed and tried to stay as small and still as possible. Leaving Daniel would look callous, like he was rejecting Daniel. He should reject the young man, but Zach didn't have the heart to hurt his feelings. Not long ago, Daniel had been hurt badly in a way few could see, now he was hurt all over again. Zach was awake long into the night, staring at the invisible ceiling and could only think of that kiss and what a total idiot he was. The absolute last thing Daniel Travers needed in his life was the lusting attention of someone who was supposed to help him get up on his feet again. He hadn't really needed the talk from Marion to remind him that he was a walking love-life disaster. Oh, he was a nice enough guy, but somehow, whenever he got involved with someone, after a while he would start feeling nervous or bored and he felt the urge to leave. Flee was more like it. Lately, he noticed that his explanations: that he didn't want to be tied down to anyone or any place, were starting to sound like lame excuses even to his own ears. ** The next morning, with early spring light coming through the windows, Zach came into the bedroom and approached the bed, carrying two steaming mugs of delicious-smelling coffee. Daniel was still delightfully rumpled and fresh from sleep, and Zach wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, lay close to Daniel's blanket-warm body and kiss those lips for the rest of the morning. Trying to do the right thing, Zach felt that calm discussion, rather than rampant lust, was the honorable path. Until he knew where they stood and how Daniel felt about him, Zach needed to restrain his urges. And Zach was positive that he would have little restraint if he tried to talk about last night's kiss with Daniel still in bed. With quiet thanks, Daniel took the mug Zach offered him, but was annoyed when Zach then went to the end of the bed to sit down, instead of closer to Daniel. It had been late and Daniel had been in that strange, near-dream state that sometimes happens, but he was sure that they had kissed. He was certain that Zach had initiated the contact and that he, Daniel had enjoyed the erotic tangle of their tongues. Now, in the light of morning, came the awkwardness. Zach kept his distance from Daniel, and Daniel felt that this must mean that Zach had wished that their kiss had never happened. Daniel blew into his coffee mug, trying to gauge the temperature and buy himself a little time. The problem with drinking his coffee black is that it was often too hot and burnt his tongue when he went to take his first gulp of the day. Asking for ice, like his grandmother made him feel like he was being an old woman, so he had developed the habit of blowing onto the top of the cup trying to tell from the heat rising off the surface just how hot the liquid was. It had become a little ritual for him and right now, he was using it to delay, delay, delay. Look up, don't look up? How long could he possibly blow into his coffee before he looked like a complete moron? Zach was fighting with himself, like he had an entire debate team inside of his head. One voice screamed: "He wants nothing to do with you. Let it go and pretend it never happened." The very aggressive one shouted: "kiss him again and see if responds like last night, then don't stop." A quiet observer, sitting on the sidelines said, "You know, he's probably at least as nervous as you are. Give him a minute to catch up with you." Sitting on the side of the bed, Zach watched Daniel blow over the surface of his coffee and could practically hear the gears in his head whirring and clicking. Yeah, he was nervous, but damned cute at the same time: his cheeks were a little flushed and since his eyes were looking down, Zach noticed the younger man's long, thick eyelashes nearly resting on his cheek. Zach had the urge to move up to the head of the bed and brush his knuckle along Daniel's cheekbone to feel the heat in his face. A kernel of calm somehow sprouted within Zach and he used this young feeling when he opened his mouth next to speak to Daniel. His own breathing had slowed and decided to take things very slowly and only as they came. Here and now, he realized, was not right for talking about kisses; that would have to wait. "I want to thank you for getting me out of the hospital for a few days." Zach said this with a smile on his face. A look of complete confusion clouded Daniel's face, so Zach went on. "Cynthia assigned me to you for the rest of the week to help with rehab and recovery. So if you don't mind, I'll be your temporary roommate?" "How did you manage that, if you don't mind me asking?" Nothing about this morning was going in a direction Daniel's mind could follow. "While you were in the hospital, Preston Chambers came by every so often to check on you. Did you know about that?" Zach dropped this little bombshell, that the hospital's head administrator had been interested in Daniel. "He poked his head in once to see me, but that was it. Is something going on that I don't know about?" Daniel asked. "Maybe, but I doubt it. Cynthia thinks he's terrified that you'll sue the hospital for the accident." Zach smiled at Daniel's wide-eyed reaction. "Personally, I think Cynthia's a little bit cynical, but Chambers is a busy man but he found time to come by for a progress report at least twice a day. Anyway, the day before they were going to release you, he joined a group of us in the hallway to talk. I was in the hallway with Cynthia, your doctor and the surgeon." Zach flipped a hand and said, "You know how decisions get made around there." Daniel snorted, because he knew exactly what Zach meant: invariably more business was done standing around in loose groups of people than ever got accomplished in endless hours of meetings. "So what was decided, without my knowledge, I might add?" "I am telling you now!" Zach looked sarcastically affronted. "The ortho wanted to keep you a few more days, but you had already vetoed that, I guess." Daniel nodded in agreement. "So they agreed that if you had some Home Help and some rehab, it would be fine That's when Cynthia piped up, wanting to be helpful, and she volunteered me for the job. Chambers had already thought of it, so they agreed that I could be assigned to you until you full-time could come back to work. Then, when you start full-time rehab, I'll be your therapist, if that's okay with you?" Daniel's mind swam with all the information he had just received. Lawsuits and nervous administrators, Zach getting assigned to him. People had been talking about him without his knowledge and making decisions about his future and his health without his consent. Being in the hospital didn't make him helpless or incompetent. It took a lot to make Daniel angry, but he could feel his blood pressure rising in response to this news. He knew that Zach wasn't trying to irritate him, but at the moment, it didn't matter too much. God help Preston Chambers if he walked into the room, thought Daniel. All this caused his mouth to work before his brain could stop it. "So you're here as part of your job?" Daniel's tone clearly expressed the annoyance he was feeling. Zach could have kicked himself when he heard Daniel's question and his sharp tone of voice. Of course, it was possible to see the situation that way, but Zach had only perceived the serendipity of the way events had fallen out. But from Daniel's perspective, Zach now realized that maybe this wasn't the best news he could have delivered. "No, not quite. I had already asked Cynthia for a few days off, to be available to help you. Marion and I had sort of worked out a schedule. Then, just as she was trying to figure out the staffing, she gets the command from on-high." Zach tried to make it sound casual. Daniel shook his head, trying to clear the conflicting messages floating through his brain. Was Zach here because he wanted to be here? He figured they were at least friends, and though it was a lot to ask of a friend, Daniel hadn't asked. Zach had offered and then Chambers had made it an order. Fine, he thought, but then what was up with the kissing. Daniel was positive he hadn't dreamed that up and just as sure that Chambers hadn't meant that to be part of the assignment. He was just about ready to ask about that when Zach bounded up from the bed with a very energetic action. "And our first order of the day is a bath for you, Mr. Travers." Daniel's mouth hung open. Nope, no way was Mr. Hot PT going to see him naked, with an erection that Daniel wouldn't be able to control. "Is that really necessary?" Daniel croaked a little and couldn't meet Zach's eyes. He only hoped that the blush he felt was confining itself to his ears. "Umm, yeah, sorry but it is. You smell like the hospital and it will really help you feel better, I promise." Zach started moving around the room, picking up a few things. "I need to get a couple of things ready in the bathroom. You think you can get undressed? Good. I'll be back in a few minutes." The bath was a torture of apprehension and stress, but Zach had been right: Daniel really did feel much better afterward. Zach had proven himself to be the ultimate professional. He had set up the tub with a step stool inside to keep Daniel's leg elevated and then had wrapped the cast in some sort of plastic wrap to help keep it dry. Daniel had crutched his way to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips, hoping to heaven that it wouldn't slip, since he would be unable to catch it if it did. Zach quickly went through the procedure: Zach would help Daniel into the tub, and then leave him alone to bathe until he was ready to have his hair washed. Then, Zach would return and use a special hand-held shower to wash Daniel's hair. After that, Zach would help him out of the tub and get him dried off. Daniel had some doubts about all of this, mostly because he didn't want to embarrass himself with a raging hard-on in Zach's presence, but he had little option but to comply. As the two men started the bath, Daniel realized that he had many more reasons to be embarrassed than the possibility of his attraction to Zach. Between his own complete lack of coordination on crutches and the cramped bathroom, Daniel nearly injured Zach twice before he even got into the tub. Once Daniel was in the water, he figured there wasn't too much danger and he left Daniel alone to soak for a bit. Luckily, the water was blissfully warm, and Daniel began to feel the tension and strain of days slowly slip away. For the first time in four days, Daniel was truly alone. No nurse would come in when he least expected it. No P.A. system was chattering away somewhere, and the phone wouldn't ring. Daniel suspected that Zach was nearby, in case Daniel got into trouble. But for a few moments, Daniel tried to forget that his right leg was propped just above water level and his wrist was encased in fiberglass and plaster. The hot water (Daniel had always enjoyed the water just a little on the too-hot side) cradled his worn-out muscled and frazzled nerves. Reaching for the gel and washcloth, Daniel realized that Zach had been right. He needed to take a bath and smell like himself and start to pull the frayed strings of his life into some semblance of order. The citrusy smell and foam of the gel further soothed away the fatigue and helped Daniel feel put-back-together-again. Ready for his hair to be clean, Daniel snagged one of the towels and draped it over the tub in the fashion of a canopy or tent. It wouldn't keep Zach from looking, if he really wanted to, but was a symbol to Daniel that he was trying to keep this professional, as Zach seemed to want. Daniel decided he would think about what he wanted himself later. "Zach," Daniel shouted. "Stop loafing around and get in here." The door opened almost immediately, confirming Daniel's assumption that Zach would have stayed close in case of an accident. "O Prince, your will is my command." Zach templed his fingers and bowed slightly. "Really though, I was starting to worry that you had fallen asleep in here. You must be a total prune by now." Daniel just smiled at that and sat up a little straighter to let Zach have access to his hair. "I don't think anyone has washed my hair since I was a kid and my Mom did it for me. This should be a treat." Zach chuckled, "I don't know about that. This isn't some salon, you know. I only promise to get your hair clean. And if you keep your mouth shut, I should be able to keep the soap out of your mouth." Zach began to hook up the shower head and test the water, looking very competent. Daniel glared unbelievingly at him and Zach laughed out loud at this. "I'm kidding, you know. Post-op recovery is my specialty. I can be extra careful about those stitches. I used to work for private clients and I know what I'm doing, so just relax." And finally Zach flashed his impossibly bright smile at Daniel and moved to the end of the tub. Daniel did relax, so much he practically melted as Zach rinsed and massaged Daniel's scalp, lathering it with aromatic shampoo that Daniel didn't recognize. "That smells really good, what is it?" Daniel could hear his words in the air, but they sounded nearly slurred with the somnolent state he was in. He reveled in the firm-gentle touch and rhythmic motion of Zach strong fingers on his head. It was very sensual, Daniel thought vaguely. Zach chuckled, "It's just some stuff I like. All natural and won't sting if you get it in your eyes, just in case. Now, close 'em, I'm going to rinse." As the warm water showered lightly over Daniel's dark, dark hair and Zach found he now had to carefully monitor his own breathing. It had been obvious that Daniel was enjoying this process; he was so totally relaxed, Zach would have been surprised that Daniel knew he had been making the little sounds of approval Zach heard. Nor did Daniel probably notice that he had begun to get aroused the longer Zach massaged and shampooed his hair. The modesty-cover that Daniel had erected had amused Zach at first, but he hadn't said anything for fear of making him even more uncomfortable. Zach had always recognized that his clients needed to be able to maintain their own sense of dignity especially while needing help with some of life's most basic needs. If Daniel wanted to be modest about his nudity, then Zach would respect that. But when Daniel's eyes were closed, Zach hardly had to crane his neck to see the body below the towel. With a struggle, Zach kept from groaning audibly as he drank in the sight of Daniel's thin, athletic form with his bare, angular shoulders, narrow waist, lightly-defined chest and dusting of hair that narrowed to a trail that led to his. . . . Zach swallowed and concentrated on his work and decided that the only reason Daniel needed a second shampoo would be to satisfy Zach's lust to gaze at his naked body. Zach shook his head at the thought and turned off the water. Once the water was off, Daniel seemed to rouse himself slowly and he turned his slightly muzzy eyes on Zach. Daniel's voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Thanks, that was really amazing." Zach only nodded. With lots of help from Zach, Daniel got himself out of the tub and dried off. Zach had been concerned that he might be inappropriate, so kept himself limited to holding Daniel's body lightly, just enough to steady the young man as he did most of his own work. Once back in the bedroom, Daniel asked Zach to get him a pair of boxers and an undershirt. "You know," Daniel said with a thoughtful look on his face. "I don't really know what to wear. I mean, what can I fit over this damned cast. How does this work?" "Well, since it's still too cold for shorts, track pants usually work. Do you have any that have snaps down the sides? You know, like warm-up pants?" "I usually workout at the gym, and my shorts are in the wash. It's too cold out for those, anyway." Daniel shrugged in a defeated sort of way. "No big deal," Zach countered cheerily, wanting to lift the mood of hopelessness that had gripped Daniel so quickly. "That only gives us a reason to go out and practice crutching around the city. I noticed some loose pants in with your underwear; those will work until we get you something else." Daniel looked abashed, "I wear those to bed!" "Yeah, and teenagers wear them to the prom. You'll be fine." Zach strode over to the dresser again, pulled out the pants and flung them at Daniel's head. "Now get dressed, lazybones. I want to get some breakfast. I hear there's an excellent bakery around here." "My friend," Daniel beamed. "That is the best idea I've heard in days. For a cappuccino and a blueberry scone, I don't care what I look like." Half an hour later, Daniel made his awkward way into the delicious smelling Sel de Terre bakery. The shop had opened shortly after Daniel had moved to the University neighborhood, and he'd been worried that college kids would be able to appreciate the artisan breads and unusual feel of the place. It wasn't Starbucks, by any stretch of the imagination. But the couple who had opened the shop by pooling their savings and slaving away had built a devoted following and a glowing reputation. Daniel had aided their success by going in at least daily for his morning cup and a scone, so his recent absence had been a big event among the women.