The Bee Stings by Hankster

The Bee Stings

by: Hankster

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The whole thing happened on my twenty first birthday. I remember it very well, because the incident forced me to miss a surprise party my friends had planned for me. I lived in a western suburb of New York City, Suffern, NY in Rockland County to be exact. It’s forty-five minutes (more or less) from Broadway, as the song goes.

My name is Jason Stern. I came out when I was in high school. My life style was no secret to the locals. My folks (God love them) were disappointed, but they loved me, and accepted me for who I was. Secretly they hoped I would outgrow the whole idea, meet a nice girl and get married. Fat chance!

When I was as young as sixteen, I was having sex with men and boys. Of course, I’ll never forget the first time. One Saturday night I took the bus into New York, and went to a bookstore on Eighth Avenue. I browsed the books in the gay section, and knew instinctively that someone would approach me. A hairy guy in his early fifties started to chat with me. He was singularly unattractive, but he was wearing tight jeans and his package was quite evident and quite ample. I was a very horny teen ager. I guess it’s a trait of all teen agers. He looked and smelled clean and I allowed him to take me to his apartment.

He was fairly drooling as he helped me undress. He laid me on his bed and proceeded to give me a trip around the world. It was my first time and I was grateful at how gentle this hairy ape was. When he took my cock into his mouth and started bathing it with his tongue, his lips, and his saliva, I came almost immediately. He swallowed every drop of my cum. He expected nothing from me, but I was aching to taste his cock, which turned out to be short and stubby.

“Do you think you could cum again?” he asked. “I’d like it if you fucked me.”

“I’m ready now,” I declared triumphantly, “but I want to taste your cock first.”

He smiled at me. His teeth were pearly white and he actually looked attractive to me for the first time. His gentleness and his obvious concern for my well being were also making him appear more desirable to me every minute. I knew that one should never judge a book by its cover, and that lesson was being driven home to me as I became more and more sexually attracted to this man.

He held me tightly in his arms. I can’t tell you what a warm and fuzzy feeling coursed through my veins as he caressed me. Then he kissed me and I grew even more comforted. I kissed him back and soon we were tonguing each other.

“Now,” I said, and I buried my face in his crotch. He didn’t cum quickly at his age, but he came soon enough. Like he had done to me, I swallowed every drop. I had tasted my own cum, but this was a whole delicious milk shake. I loved the taste of his cock and hated to give it up when it softened in my mouth.

Then he poured me a glass of milk and he served it with chocolate chip cookies. Afterwards we got into his bed again, and he began to suck my cock once more. When it was hard, he put a condom on me and lubricated my sheathed dick. Then he greased his ass and lay down on his back. He raised his legs to grant me easy entry. He didn’t have to tell me what to do. My masturbation fantasy was about to become a reality. Much to my delight it took me longer to cum this time and I enjoyed every moment. He never asked if he could fuck me. I didn’t offer, but I wouldn’t have minded if he did.

We showered together, and sucked each other some more under the water. When we were dressed he said, “I’ll walk you to the bus terminal. I want to make sure you get on your bus safely.”

We didn’t exchange addresses or telephone numbers or anything, and I never saw him again. I didn’t even get his name, but I have always been grateful that this gentle man was the one who took my virginity. It was a great night for me.

Most of my friends lived in Manhattan, but my dad owned a big furniture store in Suffern, and I worked for him. The store went to me, when my dad retired. Living in the country, after I came out, kind of cramped my social life a lot. My dream was to meet a guy who wouldn’t mind living the suburban life, as long as we could get into the Big Apple easily and quickly, which we could.

My twenty-first birthday fell on a Saturday, and my friends had asked me to meet them at a small gay bar in midtown Manhattan after the store closed at 9 PM. I would be legal to drink, and I could stay over at a friend’s apartment, and not have to worry about driving home. It sounded good to me. I had no idea at the time that they were planning a huge surprise party for me. I never did make the party, but that day brought me more surprises than I bargained for.

The previous afternoon we had received a shipment of five living room mirrors, so the first thing Saturday morning, I removed the mirrors from their cardboard crates, and hung them strategically around the store. As you can imagine, they were well wrapped and there was an abundance of cardboard and bubble wrap to dispose of. It was a hot summer day, and I was wearing shorts and a tank top shirt. I had a change of clothes in the back room, which I intended to wear when I went on to the sales floor after my chores were done. As I took several trips to the dumpster with the wrappings from the mirrors, most of my skin was exposed to the out of doors. I began to sweat profusely and I removed my tee shirt also.

On my very last trip, I was just about to close the heavy lid on the dumpster, when it happened. To this day, I don’t know where they came from and where they disappeared to afterwards. All I know is that I was attacked by more swarming bees than I had ever seen in my life. I was unable to think straight. I didn’t know what to do. Each sting felt like hot oil being injected into me, and the monsters were stinging me all over my body.

The dumpster was still open. Somehow I was able to grab some bubble wrap and I started to swat the beasts as best I could. Just as suddenly as they had appeared they disappeared. I ran to the back door of the store. The heavy iron door weighed a ton and I always needed two hands to open it. I was so wounded, that I had little strength left. With my last bit of will power, I opened the door, went into the store, headed for the show room, and passed out before I got there.

Good Samaritan Hospital was less than a half mile from the store. When I awoke, I was in the ER. I was lying naked on a bed. My groin was covered with a light towel. The underside of my body felt squishy, and there was an IV in my arm. I learned later that it was not only the standard saline solution, but it contained some sort of anti venom and an anti-biotic as well. The squishiness was caused by an ointment that they had rubbed all over my body. As soon as I become aware of my surroundings, I fell asleep again. When I awoke, I was in the same messy bed, but I was in a semi private room. The other bed was empty.

“So you are awake,” I heard a female voice say. I looked over to see a petite young nurse adjusting my IV drip. She was quite attractive, a very pleasant sight to wake up to. Good Sam is a catholic hospital and I was glad not to see an old nun in my present state of undress.

“Are you cold?” she asked. “We would prefer not to cover you.”

“I’m not cold,” I answered. “In fact my whole body is on fire.”

“Is it very painful? I can give you something if you need it.”

I burned, but I felt I could bear it. I didn’t want any more drugs in my body if I could help it. “I’m OK for now,” I said.

“A lot of the wounds still had the bees’ stingers in them,” the pretty young thing said. “The doctor removed all that he could see, but there may be some left. If there are any left, they may fall out by themselves. If you are particularly uncomfortable, call me and I’ll check for more stingers.” She adjusted the IV drip once again and left the room. As soon as she did, my mother came in.

She kissed me very gingerly for fear that she would hurt me. She was crying.

“How do you feel?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer she added, “Your father will be over as soon as he closes the store?”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Mom, please call my friend Jacob in New York and tell him what happened and that I can’t meet him tonight. His number is 212-237-5566. There’s a phone on my bed table that I’m sure you can use. If he asks to speak to me, tell him that they have me knocked out. I just can’t talk to anyone right now.”

While my mother was on the phone with Jacob, a young man came into the room. The thin towel covering my groin must have raised a couple of inches. This guy was drop dead gorgeous. He was about 6 feet tall, maybe one inch taller than I. He looked very, very young. His black hair was close cropped, and somewhat curly. His eyes were a beautiful sky blue, accentuated by extra long black eyelashes. His nose was bobbed and for that reason he looked boyish, and younger than his actual years. His skin was pale and every here and there you could see a freckle, especially across the bridge of his nose.

Underneath his lab coat, I detected a very muscular, no frill body. My mind created the cock I could not see. It was circumcised and a good five inches flaccid. I almost forgot my pain in my lust for this guy. He had a badge with hospital identification pinned to the breast pocket of his lab coat, but my eyes weren’t focusing well enough to read it. A stethoscope hung loosely around his neck. I was pretty certain that despite his youthful appearance he was a doctor.

Wisely, he did not expect me to shake his hand, but he put his hand on mine, the one with the IV.

“I’m Dr. Bregman,” Mr. America said. I tended to you in the ER. I’m sure the nurse told you that I removed all the stingers that I could find, but there may be more. Yell for me if you should feel any.”

I couldn’t resist. “I didn’t know that they were handing out MD’s in high school these days. You look awfully young to be a doctor,” I joked.

Dr. Bregman laughed and my mother interrupted. “I’m leaving now sweetheart. I’ll be back with your father this evening. Telephone if you need us.” Without waiting for an answer (she rarely did) she was out of there, and I was alone with Dr. Gorgeous.

I was very exposed to him and feeling very self conscious. My loin cloth was actually moving as my rising cock involuntarily twitched. I caught Dr. Bregman looking at it. When he realized that I had turned to face him, he moved his eyes from my crotch to my face.

“I need to get some medical history,” he said very clinically. His eyes glanced back to my crotch. I purposely moved my body so that the towel slipped slightly more and my pubic hair showed slightly. Dr. Bregman sat down on a chair next to my bed.

He then proceeded to ask a million questions which I answered as best I could. Unfortunately I didn’t know how old my grandparents were when they died, or what they died from, but I promised him I would ask my parents when they came in that evening.

“So Jason today is your birthday,” he said. “Not much to celebrate about, is there?”

“I wanted to say, “You are wrong, doc. I want to celebrate meeting you.” But of course I didn’t. Instead I wanted to ask him point blank if we played for the same team.

“Can I ask you something,” I asked.

“I suppose so,” he said and smiled at me.

“How the hell old are you and when did you graduate from med school?” I asked boldly.

“Everyone asks me that. Here goes,” he said. “My name is Paul Bregman. I am 26 and single. I graduated from Medical College of Virginia a year and a half ago. I’m doing my residency here. I chose it because I grew up one mile from the hospital. Any other questions?”

“No shit,” I said. “I have lived a few minutes from here all my life also. You were at least five years ahead of me in school so I guess we never met. Are you living with your folks now or do you have a place of your own?”

“I’m a big boy, sonny, and a wage earner. I have my own apartment. Also I was probably seven years ahead of you in school. I was accelerated.”

Ignoring the slight to my academic achievements, I asked slyly, “Do you share your apartment with anyone?”

Paul gave me a Mona Lisa like smile and said, “Not at the moment.”

He adjusted my loin cloth so that I was fully covered again. “I saw that schlong of yours in the ER, and you don’t want to expose it to the nurses,” he said. “I’ll look in on you before I leave the hospital tonight.” With that he was gone.

By the time my folks came around that evening, I wasn’t hurting too much. They had stopped the anti venom IV, and were giving me anti histamine tablets instead. The pills were doing the trick, but they were making me very drowsy. I kept looking at the door hoping Paul would show up. Finally I said to my parents, “I’m so sleepy. I really need to close my eyes.” They wished me a happy birthday (LOL) and left me. I didn’t have to wait long and Paul came in. He had shed his lab coat and stethoscope, and was wearing a tight tee shirt and denim shorts. He personified the term, sexy.

He sat down on the chair beside my bed and proceeded to take my pulse. I didn’t think it was for real. He certainly wasn’t counting or looking at his watch, and he kept smiling at me. My loin cloth started twitching again. Paul stopped taking my pulse and took my hand instead.

“You should be good to go home tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll check you tomorrow morning when I get in, and if all goes well, as I expect it will, I’ll sign you out.” He let go of my hand and started to stand up.

“Do you have to leave?” I asked. “Could you stay a little bit as my visitor?”

He smiled broadly at me. His white teeth were dazzling.

“You look like hell,” he said. “Your whole body, including your face, is puffy and swollen. Both your eyes are black, but the reason I am going to stay is that when I finished with you in the ER, your mother showed me your picture. I’d suggest you get back to normal quickly.”

Did that mean what I thought it meant? I dared not ask. I was certain that Paul could read my mind. He readjusted my ever moving loin cloth, but this time his hand brushed lightly across my cock. I sighed and Paul smiled yet again.

He took my hand once more. “I can only stay a little while,” he said. I’ve got another big day tomorrow.”

“I understand,” I said. “You know about the only place I don’t hurt is from my waist to my crotch.”

“Is that right?” he asked. “Let me see.” He removed my loin cloth. “Yes, your skin is very clear of bee stings in that area. Let me make sure.” He lifted my cock and examined it and then he examined my balls. He replaced the loin cloth and said, “Yes, you are quite all right there. However, I’ll want you to come to my office here in the hospital after you are discharged, so that I can keep an eye on your wounds.”

I grew truly bold. “Maybe I could make a house call,” I said.

“That would be very nice,” he said. He replaced the loin cloth and patted it down.

The next morning was Sunday. There was a different nurse on duty. She said that I was good to go for a shower. I lingered too long in the shower. The warm water soothed the bee stings and it felt really good. I patted myself dry and looked in the mirror. I had two big black eyes, but the swelling in my face and body had gone down considerably. I was beginning to look like my old self. I wanted to look good for Paul and decided to get dressed. The only thing in the closet was what I came in with; sandals, very brief briefs, and denim shorts. Miraculously, my discarded tank top was there too. My mother or father must have brought it in for my expected discharge.

After I dressed I looked in the mirror, and decided that I looked even more my old self than before I showered. I needed sunglasses for my eyes, and I was good to go. I called my folks and told them not to come in. I said I’d call as soon as the doctor discharged me, and when they came to get me to please bring a pair of sunglasses.

The nurse demanded to know why I had dressed.

“Dr. Bregman said that he would discharge me when he came in this morning,” I said.

“Humph!” she said, and walked out.

I fidgeted for what seemed like hours and finally Paul came in. God he was so handsome. I wanted to throw him down on the bed and ravish him. He held out his hand which I would ordinarily have shaken, squeezing hard in a manly fashion. Instead I caressed it gently. He seemed to like it.

He asked me to remove my shirt and then he examined my entire body.

“You can dress now,” he said. “I’ll give your discharge papers to the nurse. She’ll come to get you when they are processed. You’ll find a prescription for a very strong ant-histamine with your papers. Take them as directed for at least another week.” Paul winked at me. “I’ll drop over to your house tonight,” he said, “just to see how you are doing. I expect to get off duty at about 5 PM.”

“Would you like to have dinner with us?” I asked.

“You bet. That would be great. I had planned on going into the city, but this is a much better offer.”

“Come as soon as you are off duty. I’ll be waiting.”

Paul arrived at 5:30 PM. I let him in and he handed me a bottle of red wine, which I gave to my mother for the dinner table. My folks were glad to see him, but what I missed was a hug hello. I guess the good doctor was afraid to hurt me.

Now my folks are not dumb. They could see what was going on so my dad said, “You two go into the living room. I’ll help mom get dinner ready in the kitchen. Paul followed me into the living room. We sat down together on the sofa. Our thighs were touching, and I was getting very aroused. I prayed the same thing was happening to Paul. He put his hand on my knee so I guessed it was happening to him also. His hand moved slightly upward toward my groin. I put my hand near his crotch and then moved slightly upward also. In a second we were fondling each other, but let go quickly as my father entered the room. He gave us each a glass of wine, but Paul warned me not to drink it because of the meds I was on. Jokingly he said, “I’ll make your drink my second glass of wine.”

I don’t know how we got through dinner. Paul and I kept looking at each other with a longing that could not be denied. After dinner we all chatted for a while, and Paul excused himself after a decent amount of time had elapsed. He thanked my parents profusely for their hospitality. Then he told my dad that I really should not go into the store for a day or two because the meds would make me drowsy. I walked him to the door. I wanted to kiss him so badly before he left. I sensed he felt the same way, but we didn’t dare. He handed me a card.

“Tomorrow is my day off,” he said. “Can you come over?”

“As soon as my folks go to the store,” I said.

“I’m glad you didn’t get stung anywhere around your love machine,” Paul said laughing, as he walked toward his car.

I arrived at Paul’s apartment at exactly 10 AM. I rang the bell, and after a moment had passed, the door opened and Paul pulled me into the apartment. He stood there naked. His rod was exactly as I had pictured it. We fell into each other’s arms and began a tongue duel to end all tongue duels.

“Thank you for coming,” he mumbled. “I want so much to make love to you.”

“It’s all my pleasure,” I mumbled back between kisses. I undressed as quickly as I could and we went into Paul’s bedroom.

“Let me look at you,” he said clinically. “You look pretty good. Do you hurt anywhere?”

“Yeah,” I said, “my cock is throbbing.”

“Jerk,” he said, and threw me on the bed. “I’m too hot for prelims,” Paul said, and he went right down on me. I almost came in seconds, so I stopped him and we changed positions. Seconds later he stopped me.

“It appears that we are both going to cum quickly so let’s let it happen. We have all day to recover and do more.” With that said, he went down on me again, but this time, he concentrated on more than just my cock. He rimmed me and sucked my balls. He teased my cock with long tongue strokes along the shaft. When I told him that I couldn’t take anymore, he took my cock fully into his mouth, and brought me to a screaming orgasm. He swallowed every drop of evidence.

I gasped for air, and when I recovered, I did as much for him. Afterward, we lay in his bed, kissing, cuddling and fondling. This was new to me. In the past, when my love making was done, I was done. I’d dress and go home, but this time, I never wanted it to end. I was enjoying holding Paul close to me, and I didn’t want to let go.

But eventually he said, “What do you say I make us lunch, and after lunch, we can fuck each other.”

“I say that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

Paul made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which I enjoyed tremendously. He could have served me pebbles and I would have enjoyed it. We were cleaning up the kitchen before returning to bed, when Paul surprised me.

The AIDs epidemic had just been identified, and raging, for a very short while at the time of my 21^st birthday. “When we did your blood work, we determined that you are HIV negative,” Paul said. “If I tell you that I am negative, and haven’t been with anyone since my last test, would you let us go commando?”

“Of course,” I said.

Wow, did I get a lecture from Paul.

“That’s just the kind of lying that spreads the virus,” he said. “Guys will tell you that all the time. Why should you believe them?”

“I don’t believe THEM,” I stammered. “I believed you because I love you. You’re not positive, are you?”

“No, of course not,” he answered. “I just wanted to make a point. Did you say you love me?”

“The point you are trying to make is rather moot,” I answered. “I do love you, and I can’t see myself making love to anyone but you for the rest of my life.”

Paul was stony silent. “Please say something before I burst,” I screamed, “even if it’s only to tell me to skedaddle out of here.”

Paul responded by ignoring my disability and hugging me tightly. Our lips met in what can only be described as a kiss of commitment. When we came up for air, Paul said, “Thank God, I met you.”

“Unless you can prove that God sent those bees to sting me, let’s thank the bees instead,” I said.

That night we waited in my house for my folks to get home. When they did, we informed them of our commitment. My mother hugged and kissed Paul, and my father shook his hand.

“We’ve got a doctor in the family, at last,” he said.

The next night we repeated the scene at Paul’s parents’ home.

“I need a new living room set,” his mom said. “Do you think you can get me a discount?”

Within a week, I had moved in with Paul. As far as we were concerned, our little love nest was the Garden of Eden. We lived minutes from our work, and needn’t endure the torturous commute to New York City that most of our neighbors put up with daily.

Each night after making love, we would lie in bed planning our future. Paul said that he wanted to open an office in The County, and practice Family Medicine. My future of course, was in the furniture store. Then for many days we mulled over whether we should buy a house or a condo. Whenever Paul had a day off, I took the day off, and we looked at newly constructed houses and condos. We made a list of assets and liabilities for both ways of life, and the results were pretty even.

One night in bed, Paul was talking endlessly about the pros and cons of condos versus houses. He was mouthing on endlessly when I leaned over him and shut his mouth with a kiss.

“We’ll flip a coin if we have to,” I said, “but for now, let’s make love.” Paul rolled me over on my stomach, and lay on top of my back. He began to kiss my neck and moved down to my shoulders. He kept going and paid particular attention to the small of my back. When he began to tongue my southern cheeks, I began to sigh and inadvertently I began to mewl. He knew how much pleasure he was giving me. He then began to rim my asshole.

“Fuck me, doctor,” I yelled. “I can’t stand it any longer. There was always lube on the side table and Paul reamed my ass with the greasy stuff, and then enveloped his erect cock with the gooey lubricant. He was able to enter me easily.

“Examine my prostate,” I begged. He began stroking in and out and I felt him rubbing against my gland. Immediately I felt myself cumming. I let loose into the bed sheets, and as I did so my ass involuntarily constricted, and Paul gushed inside of me.

Eventually, he rolled off me and got a damp wash cloth for us to clean up. I pulled the bed sheet off the mattress and we replaced it. “I’m too tired now,” Paul said. “We’ll flip the fateful coin in the morning.”

Well, we bought a house eventually, in the neighboring affluent town of New City (not to be confused with New York City.) That was almost twenty-five years ago. The store is long gone. We couldn’t compete with the likes of the mammoth furniture chain stores which were spreading across the country. I sold out to one of them, and I work there now as a salesman. Paul has built a successful practice. Who wouldn’t want Dr. Gorgeous to be his doctor?

Often, when I think back on our lives since we met, I think about the swarming bees, not with loathing, but with love. If they hadn’t stung me, I might never have met Paul. The thought of it sends shivers through me. I can’t imagine the empty life I would have led without him. Now I know why I always prefer to sweeten my tea with honey, and not with sugar.

Posted: 05/14/10