Blood Work
 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the author

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The handsome thirty-one year old doctor was a pulmonologist in Los Angeles, CA.  His father liked to brag jokingly that he raised a smart kid, because he was a lung doctor in a city where nobody could breathe.  Cal would snap back, “I’m also a hung doctor.”  That gave them both a good laugh.

The nurses at the hospital fairly swooned when he entered one of their wards.  He was an even six feet tall.  He had soft wavy hair, which was the golden-brown color of a crust of bread.  His eyes were a deep brown.  His nose was straight, and his square chin had a small cleft in it.  When he smiled, he developed a small dimple on the right side of his full, rosy lips.  He was single and spent many leisure hours working out in a gym near his apartment. The results were obvious.  His muscles bulged underneath his lab coat.  The aforementioned nurses, of the female persuasion, were swooning in vain.  Dr. Calvin Baxter was a dedicated homosexual.

“Dedicated” may not have been a good choice of adjective.  Cal was gayer in theory than in practice.  He was, to be more accurate, a dedicated workaholic.  His profession, and his hours in the gym, left little time for making friends and having sex.  He did have one fuck buddy, whom he called upon once or twice a month.   Alfie was a nice enough guy, but he had little in common with Cal.  When they coupled, they satisfied their lustful needs, barely spoke, did not have a meal together, and went their separate ways.  They never socialized.  In between meetings, Cal would whack off in the shower, if he felt the necessity, but that was only once a week at most.

Dr. Cal had one more distinguishing attribute.  He had an uncommon, but not totally rare, blood type.  He was B Positive.  He was associated with Cedars-Sinai Hospital, and most of the doctors on staff there preferred to use B Positive blood transfusions for B Positive patients, rather than using O Positive, the universal donor blood.  As a result, he was often called upon to donate blood to a needy patient.  He rarely knew who got his blood and he never made inquiry.

There was one nurse on the pulmonary ward with whom Cal was particularly friendly.  He had lost his own mother when he was sixteen, and Madeleine Allen reminded him a lot of her.  They would have been the same age, but the resemblance ended there.  Physically they were totally different.  Cal’s mother had been short, blond and slightly plump.  Maddie was tall, at least 5’7”.  She was thin and had dark blond hair.  What made the two women so alike was their kind and sensitive natures.

Cal was making rounds one Thursday on a beautiful spring morning.  Maddie was accompanying him, when suddenly she completely broke down in the middle of rounds.  She was sobbing so badly that he stopped his rounds and took her aside.  Lovingly, he wrapped her in his strong arms and asked her what was wrong.

“I’m sorry to be acting this way,” she said.  “I know how unprofessional it is.  I was going to wait until after rounds to talk to you.”

“Well, talk to me now,” Cal said.  “It seems like the appropriate time.”

“It’s my son Cody,” she started to say, and then she could speak no more.

Cal had never met Cody, but Maddie spoke of him often.  His father had died when he was in middle school, and Maddie had raised him by herself.  He was very bright, and had graduated from UCLA summa cum laude a year earlier.  He had applied for medical school, and although Cal had never met him, he gave Maddie a glowing letter of reference for him.

Cal grew concerned.  “What about him?” he asked.  

“Cody needs a kidney transplant.  Both of his kidneys are diseased.”

“Good heavens,” Cal said.  “He’s only twenty-three.”

“He’s suffered most of his life,” Maddie sobbed.  “I’m giving him a kidney, and Dr. Feldon and his associate have agreed to do the operations right here at Cedars.”

“When will it be?” Cal was really concerned.

“That’s the problem,” Maddie said.  “There’s so much red tape, it could take another couple of months.  Cody had to take a year off from med school.  He’s home with me now.  He’s on dialysis.”

“How can I help?” Cal asked sincerely.

“Cody and I are both B Positive,” Maddie said, “and I know that you are also.  I was hoping you could donate a pint of blood at legal intervals, so we might have several pints by the time of the operations.  I’m donating my own blood for myself as well.”

“Of course I will, Maddie.  I’ll go right to the blood bank after my shift, and designate the blood for Cody.”

Maddie nearly crushed Cal with her hug.  She kissed him on the cheek and said, “Let’s get back to work.”

Every Friday evening after work, Cal went home, showered, and changed into casual clothing.  Then he picked up his father at his apartment, and the two bachelors went out to dinner.  The day after he learned about Cody, he took time to call his father to tell him that he wanted to pick him up a half hour earlier than usual.

When George Baxter was seated and belted in Cal’s car, he asked, “How come so early this week?”

“I have to make a house call,” Cal said without further explanation, and he proceeded to set his GPS.

He pulled into Maddie Allen’s driveway, and asked his father to join him because it would take a little time.  George looked a little baffled and Cal added, “I want you to meet my favorite nurse.”

“He must be quite a hunk,” George jibed facetiously.  Cal ignored his father, who was constantly making fun of his gayness.  Cal knew that he was only pulling his leg.

Maddie answered the door.  She let them in and Cal introduced her to his father, who smiled broadly at her.

“I was really surprised when you said you wanted to drop in this evening, Dr. Baxter,” Maddie remarked.

“Please call me Cal outside of the ward.  I wanted to meet Cody.”

“Yes Cal.  He’s dying to meet you too.  He’s not on the dialysis machine right now, and he said he wanted to meet you in the living room.  He dressed for company, I’m afraid.”

“He shouldn’t have bothered.”

“I’ll call him,” Maddie said.

Cody came out, and introductions were made.  Cal thought that he was gazing at an angel.  Cody was about the same height as he was.  He had brown hair, blue eyes, a strong chin and a very thin, frail body.  Cal thought that if the operation was a success, and Cody had the strength to build up his body, he would be a stunner.  Cal was surprised at himself for being so attracted to this sick young man.

“Let’s go into the kitchen,” Maddie said to George, “and leave these two alone for a bit.”

As soon as they were alone, Cal asked Cody “When do you go back on the dialysis machine?”

“In about four hours.  Why?”

“Well, you are looking pretty fit.”

“I feel pretty fit,” Cody interrupted.

“I’d be honored then if you and your mother would have dinner with us tonight.”

“Gee doctor that would be wonderful.”

George and Maddie, Cal and Cody, might just as well have been seated at separate tables.  Maddie was getting all of George’s attention, and he was being charmed by her warm and inviting personality.  Cal and Cody were busy talking about medical school, and Cody’s aspirations for the future.

“I’d like to be a nephrologist one day,” Cody announced.

“Of course,” Cal said.  “It’s funny, but most every specialist I know chose his specialty because someone in his family, or he himself, had a history of the disease.  When I was a kid I suffered constantly from bronchitis.  I had to be hospitalized a couple of times, and now I’m a lung specialist.”

Cody laughed.  “Does that mean that all orthopedic surgeons were devilishly wild kids, who were constantly breaking their bones?”

That got them both laughing.  Cal took Cody’s hand and held it in his own.  Cal wasn’t even aware of what he had done, but Cody’s frail heart skipped a beat.  After a few seconds of complete silence, Cal realized how intimate he was being with a straight man, and he ascribed Cody’s silence to his shock at his audacity.  He quickly withdrew his hand, and he said with relief, “The food’s coming.”

Cal wanted desperately to be with Cody, so he made it a habit, over the next few Fridays, of taking Maddie and Cody to dinner with him and his father.  George was delighted.  In fact, he asked Maddie out for a Saturday night date.  She declined because she didn’t want to leave Cody alone, but she asked George to please come over for dinner, and to spend the evening with them.

All during George’s visit, Cody kept asking him to tell him everything about Cal, and George let slip that Cal was gay.  A lump grew in Cody’s throat.  The poor boy was a virgin.  Because of his illness, he had little strength left for school, much less for sexual activity, but he knew for a certainty that he was gay.  He felt no pressure to come out…yet.  He began to ponder how he could let Cal know that he was gay, and that he had strong feelings for him.  In the end, he decided that he would say nothing until after his transplant, and make certain that he was going to recover.

While waiting for the operation to be scheduled, Cal cajoled the pretty nurses in the blood bank to look the other way.  He gave more blood than was allowed by law, and there were eight pints stored for Cody and Maddie’s use by the time surgery was scheduled.  He took the morning of the operations off, and he and his father paced the waiting room.  The two operations took a long time, and George told Cal that he needed to leave for a while, but he would be back soon.

Cal was not much for religion, so George didn’t want to tell him that he was going to the hospital chapel.  The chapel was deserted when he got there.  He sat down in the last row, bowed his head and began to pray silently.  After a few minutes, somebody sat down beside him.  It was Cal.  He also bowed his head and prayed along with his father.  Neither said a word to the other.  After a short time they returned to the waiting room to wait for results.

Once reseated, Cal put his arm around his father’s shoulder.  “You really like Maddie, don’t you Dad?”

“I think I love her Son.  I haven’t felt like this since I first laid eyes on your mother.”  He winked at Cal, and added.  “You’re feeling something more than a friendly interest in Cody also, aren’t you?”

“I wish I didn’t.  I’m sure he’s straight.”

“I guess,” George mumbled. 

Just then Dr. Feldon came into the waiting room.  He smiled at Cal and shook his hand.  Everything went smoothly.  It was text book surgery, and they are both doing fine,” he said.

George mumbled, “Thank God,” and Cal just grinned.

“They’re both awake and in recovery right now, but I’m sure you can see both of them by this evening.”

“Thanks Dave,” Cal said, grabbing Dr. Feldon’s hand and pumping it hard.  Father and son allowed themselves to breathe, and went out for a late lunch.

George and Cal were constant visitors to the Allens in the hospital, and then at home when they were discharged.  Going into the operation, Maddie had a strong and healthy body.  Her recovery was much faster than Cody’s.  She was back to work in five weeks.  Her co-workers greeted her with several bunches of flowers.  She particularly cherished the dozen red roses from George Baxter.

Cal got into the habit of stopping off at the Allens’ house on his way home from work.  At first Maddie and Cody had a private nurse, but after two weeks, they discharged her.  It was about the same time as Cal stopped calling Alfie.  Alfie was also discharged, so to speak.  By the time Maddie went back to work, Cody was managing very well on his own.  He was gaining weight, and his ashen complexion was beginning to get some color.

On the first Saturday evening after Maddie returned to work, George made a dinner date with her.  He arrived at the same time as Cal in separate cars.  Cal was carrying a bag of Chinese food. 

“This is dinner for Cody and me,” he announced.  Cody’s face lit up, and he actually blushed, giving him a healthy and beautiful look.  As soon as their parents left on their date, Cody started to set the table for dinner, and of course Cal helped. 

They sat down at right angles to each other and their knees touched.  Neither one tried to remedy the situation, and they purposely kept bumping into each other.  As Cody reached for a soup spoon to start attacking his won-ton soup, he accidently dropped it on the floor between him and Cal.  Both men bent down to retrieve it at the same time and bumped heads.

“Ouch,” they said in unison.

“I’m so sorry,” Cal said.  He fell to his knees and wrapped Cody in his arms.

“I’m fine,” Cody said.  “Really!  Hey, man, I’ve got your blood in me.  That practically makes me a superman.”

Cal laughed.  “Do you mind if I hold you anyway.  It makes me feel good, and I’ve wanted to hold you like this since I first laid eyes on you.  If I’ve made you totally uncomfortable, I’m sorry.  I’ll never do it again, but please remain my friend.”

“Cal,” Cody said, “you’re dad told me that you are gay.  I am also.”  He looked into Cal’s face and their lips came closer and closer.  Soon they were locked in a passionate dueling match.  Weapons: Tongues.

Cal broke it up.  “Let’s eat first,” he said.  “You need to regain your strength.  We’ll talk about this later.”

After dinner, they sat together on the sofa and began to “make out,” as the old expression goes.  “Not tonight,” Cal said seriously.  “I’m going to call Dr. Feldon and ask him how soon it would be safe for you to have sex.”

During the next few months Cody regained his strength.  He put on weight, exercised in rehab, and his ashen complexion became ruddy and healthy.  His new kidney showed no signs of rejection.  The proof that all was going well, was how pleased Dr. Feldon was.  Cody even arranged to return to medical school to begin his second year.

Cody and Cal made real love to each other just before Cody returned to school.  They had begun to fondle and caress before this, but Cal had refrained from allowing Cody to orgasm.  Now four months after surgery, they went all out.  Cal brought Cody to his bachelor pad for the first time.  They both undressed slowly and just stared at each other, without touching, for a long time.  They admired what they saw.  They were both cut and had firm, fat erections, about seven inches long.  Finally Cal took Cody’s hand and led him into the shower.  They cleansed each other’s bodies for what seemed like forever.

Cal took hold of Cody’s cock and began to caress and stroke it gently.  When it was slick and scummy with soap, Cal directed Cody to fuck him.  Cody slipped in rather easily.  Cal was leaning against a wall with his hands, and his ass was jutting out invitingly.  Cody wrapped himself around Cal’s body and began to pump slowly as he stroked Cal’s cock. It didn’t take the love starved young medical student long to cum.  He wailed loudly and clutched Cal harder.

“Stay in as long as possible,” Cal instructed.  “I want you in me forever.  I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Cody sobbed in Cal’s ear.

On the Sunday after Cody completed his second year of medical school, he walked his mother down the aisle.  Cal acted as his father’s best man.  Standing beside their parents as the minister united them in holy matrimony, Cal and Cody beamed at each other.  They couldn’t be happier.

At the small reception after the ceremony, Cal whispered in Cody’s ear, “We’re brothers now.  How would you like to engage in a little incest later?”

“Now that’s what I call a plan,” Cody answered, and he kissed Cal in front of God and all the wedding guests.

Posted: 09/14/12