Love Is Where You Find It by Hankster

Love Is Where You Find It
by: Hankster

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“You can rinse off now,” he said. He helped me out of the shower and he helped me dry myself. He brought me fresh slippers and a new gown and got me back into bed. He put on a new dressing and I was ready for the night.

As he left the room, Carl asked, “Hey Jorge, how about me?”

“Later,” he said and was gone.

True to his word Jorge returned right after lights out. He woke us both and first gave Carl a blow job and then me.

I was beginning to think that a stay in the hospital was not such a bad thing.

Chapter 3

Early in the morning on the day before our release from the hospital, the suits came to our room. We were each given a complete accounting. The amount of the check we would each receive would be just shy of $753,000. We both arranged for the checks to be electronically deposited into our checking accounts and we signed all the documents. The lawyers gave us each a copy of everything. We all shook hands and they left.

Shortly after that, two orderlies came in the room with a gurney and took Carl away. When he returned, his new arm cast covered only about three inches below his elbow and about four inches above it. His foot cast stopped about mid calf and had a rubber bar at the bottom. He was also given a pair of crutches. One of the orderlies said that one of the nurses would easily be able to cover the casts with plastic and help Carl take a real shower in a few hours. They wanted to make sure the cast was good and hard before he stood on it. Fortunately it was Jorge who did the honors late that afternoon. He played a little with Carl in the shower but whispered in Carl’s ear that he was saving the best for after the lights went out on the ward.

Jorge came to our room after lights out. I told him that I was the only one of the three of us who had never tasted cock, and I sort of complained to him about it.

“I’ll remedy that,” he said. It was easy now for Carl to sit up in bed and drop his legs down over the side. Jorge got Carl into that position and then he sat right next to Carl on the bed so that their thighs were touching. He lifted Carl’s gown exposing him and then he pushed down his pants and shorts, and he too was exposed.

“Go to it tiger,” he commanded me. I had now reached a point where I slid easily off the bed. The chair was still between the two beds. I sat down on it. Carl was closest and I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. Carl sensed my inexperience and started telling me what to do. I could not believe how good cock tasted. I was sailing on clouds. I followed his instructions faithfully and soon he was moaning loudly. He pushed me away and said, “I don’t want to cum yet. Work on Jorge.” I happily obliged.

Jorge was not about to stop me like Carl did. He had to get back to work. He came rather quickly amidst stifled screams, and he shot several spasms into my waiting mouth. I swallowed every last drop. Jorge got himself together and told me to work on my buddy. Who was I to argue? Now Carl abandoned himself to his passion and came quickly in my mouth. This time I didn’t swallow all of it and passed some on to Carl, who avidly devoured his own cum.

Carl never moved from his position at the edge of the bed, but he told me to stand up and face him. By now I knew what to do. I took my cock in hand and maneuvered it into his mouth and he brought me to the Garden of Eden. He did a really good job of swallowing it all, so we were both relatively clean. But just the same I went into the bathroom and wet a wash cloth and wiped us both up. Carl let me wipe his cock and balls and we both giggled as I did it.

“I have to pee,” he announced. I buzzed for Jorge, who helped him stand up with the crutches. Jorge instructed him how to hop on his good leg and swing his bad one. After peeing, Carl decided to “walk” up and down the hall to practice, and I accompanied him. I was pleased to note that we were both getting our strength back.

When we were ready to turn in for the night, I got Carl into bed, and I leaned down and kissed him. Our kisses lasted a long time. They were sloppy and sensuous.

“Tomorrow we’ll be alone in the hotel,” he whispered in my ear. “How great is that? This cruise is turning out to be better than I ever dreamed.”

I think that sometimes the gay community can be one big support group. Carl was approved for the hotel room by the cruise line, but I was expected to return home upon my discharge from the hospital. Therefore, Carl was to be transmitted to the hotel by ambulance, but I needed a cab, presumably to take me to the airport. I was very pleasantly surprised when Jorge told me that he would come over before his shift and drive me to the hotel. Carl and I looked forward to three days of bliss.

Before going off duty that night, Jorge came to say goodbye to Carl in case he was discharged before he came to get me. They kissed each other and Carl whispered something in Jorge’s ear. He was inviting him to come to his hotel room whenever he could, during and after my stay. I don’t know why, but that raised a spark of jealousy in me.

My suitcase and my meager belongings had been destroyed in the crash, but miraculously Carl’s had been salvaged. We were about the same height and build and he lent me some clothes to wear, but his shoes didn’t fit. On the way to the hotel, Jorge stopped at a shoe store and I had no hesitation using my credit card to buy a pair of sneakers and some crew socks.

Not surprisingly, Jorge valet parked his car and helped me up to Carl’s room. He had time for a three way session with us before he went on duty. Carl opened the door, and told us to come in quickly. He was naked and was hopping around on one crutch. It wasn’t long before the three of us were getting comfortable in the big king size bed.

Carl was the least mobile of the three of us. We put him on his back and told him to just lie back and enjoy himself as Jorge and I sucked his cock together. Then Jorge introduced me to a new sensation. He told me to squat between Carl’s legs and suck Carl’s cock. As soon as I was doing that, Jorge came up behind me, spread my ass cheeks and started sucking my ass. I could feel his tongue pry open my ass hole and I swear it felt better than a blow job. I could hear Jorge tear something open and I knew what was going to happen. He was putting on a rubber and he was going to fuck me. Jorge was only about six inches hard, but still nothing had ever been up there before and I was scared. To get my mind off it I sucked Carl harder and harder. His body was contorting with pleasure as best it could with his casts and all.

I felt Jorge’s tongue leave my ass and his cockhead press against the entrance to my tunnel of love. Jorge was not delicate. He pushed right in to the hilt and I screamed in pain. He did not withdraw, but held perfectly still instead. Little by little the pain subsided and was replaced by pangs of pure pleasure. I began to make little whimpering sounds and Jorge began to stroke in and out very slowly. After awhile I could hear his breathing become labored and he began to pump harder. I yelled at him, “Faster, harder, faster, harder!” His cock was stroking my prostate and I could not stop my orgasm which was building quickly.

Then it happened. Jorge came screaming. Spasm after spasm filled his condom with cum. Immediately after that, I came all over the bed sheet. As if he were miles away I heard Carl say, “Please fuck me like that later.” And then his juices gushed into my mouth.

After we recovered, we put plastics on Carl’s casts and we all showered together. The hotel shower was large enough for four big guys. When Jorge left, Carl said, “Please come by any time.” Again a strange, unexplained jealousy came over me.

Carl and I spent the next three days mostly lying naked together in bed. Jorge only came over one more time on his day off and he didn’t stay very long. I sensed that he was saving it all for Carl when I left. The only time I left Carl’s naked side was the first day after Jorge left. I went downstairs and went shopping. I bought a small suitcase and some shirts, slacks, a belt, socks, shoes and toiletries. I shopped as quickly as possible so that I could return to my love nest.

We ordered all our meals from room service. When it was delivered, I always hid in the bathroom and when the maid came, I left the room before her arrival and waited in the lobby until she was finished. Carl and I made love constantly. Neither of us knew we had it in us. We explored our bodies and every one of their openings in every way we could think of. We were not afraid to try anything that occurred to us. If I had ever been reticent about anything, I lost it in the tropical Florida air.

I had to be at the airport by 4 PM on the day of my departure. Before I left, Carl and I clung together. It was all we could do to let go of each other, and yet I was disturbed knowing that Jorge would be sharing this bed for at least the next three weeks. Finally, I gave him one final kiss and ran out of the room.

My flight arrived only ten minutes late. I didn’t have to go to baggage claim because the small suitcase I bought was designed to fit in the overhead compartment. As I exited the security area, I heard my name called and there was Brad. Why had I never seen how handsome he was? My heart skipped a beat and another unexplained feeling came over me. I was suddenly consumed with guilt. But why did I feel that way? Carl and I had not made any commitments to each other, and weren’t he and Jorge going to be fucking each other crazy for the next three or four weeks?

Brad grabbed my suitcase, threw it on the ground and proceeded to kiss me gently. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He didn’t wait for an answer but resumed kissing me on the lips in this very public place. Well, we were in San Francisco. This kind of kissing was common place.

On the way to his car, I said to him, “I had no idea you felt this way about me. How did you know I was gay, and why have you waited this long to let me know how you felt?”

“I really don’t know. I just know I fell in love with you the day I hired you. How did I know you were gay? When you told me the name of your cruise line and the ship you were on, I knew it was a gay cruise.”

“Of course,” I said, “how stupid of me.”

“Look,” he said, “I don’t want you to be alone for awhile. Would you stay with me for a few days at least?”

My mind began to race. Carl would be calling me in an hour or two. I didn’t want to be at Brad’s place when he called. On the other hand, if I stayed with Brad, I knew we would have sex, and I wanted to make love to Brad very badly.

I’d really like to go home tonight and get settled back in, and I’d like to go to work tomorrow,” I said. Brad looked so unhappy that I said something I never intended to say. “Why don’t you stay with me tonight and maybe I’ll stay with you for awhile after that?” Brad grinned from ear to ear.

“It’s a deal,” he said.

They hadn’t fed us anything on the plane and I suddenly realized that I was hungry. When I told Brad that I was starving, he stopped at our Wendy’s and we had free hamburgers, fries and a drink and then he took me home.

My room smelled musty and I opened the window. Brad was very silent, but he kept smiling at me. He haltingly asked me if I still hurt or could I have sex. He looked so shy when he asked me that question, that my heart melted and I took him in my arms and kissed him.

“I’m fine,” I said, “I’m good to go. But I feel grungy from the trip. How about showering with me and I’ll show you my scars?” We both laughed and were undressed in a second. We stood and looked at each other. We were both as hard as a rock, and both about seven inches long. We were about the same size around, but Brad was cut and I wasn’t. Brad took me in his arms and crushed our cocks together.

“My dreams are coming true,” he whispered to me.

I had never dreamed of Brad in a sexual way, until he kissed me at the airport when I was leaving for the cruise. I wished desperately that I could say the same thing to him, but I couldn’t lie. Just then the phone rang. I knew it was Carl, and I rushed to pick up the phone.

“Hi handsome,” Carl said, “I just called to make sure you got home OK. Jorge took two sick days off, and he’s taken your place in bed so don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for a few days. Take care.” Bingo! Just like that he hung up. I was very disappointed, but at the same time I was somehow relieved.

“Who was that?” Brad asked.

“His name is Carl Gilmore. We shared a room at the hospital. He and I were going on the same cruise and he won’t be coming home for another three or four weeks. You’ll be delighted at the coincidence, but he manages a Burger King here in San Francisco.”

“Great,” Brad said. “I’d like to meet him when he gets home. I’m jealous that he shared a room with you for so long.”

“Not to worry. Most of his body was in a cast, and he was pretty incapacitated,” I lied. “Now how about that shower?”

We went into my tiny shower together. It was a really tight fit, but we didn’t mind. The soap in the shower had gotten pretty dried up and I had to really wet it good to get suds out of it again. We took turns washing each other. I had lost all my shyness with Carl and got it all back with Brad. I kept missing all his erogenous areas. Finally he took the soap from me and started working on my balls. Then his hand engulfed my cock and he started stroking it. He teased my cock awhile and then he began to soap my ass. He wasn’t shy about letting a finger or two slip in. All the while he was kissing me gently. His tongue found mine and slipped across it as light as a feather. It was intoxicating, and I gladly returned the pleasure. Carl’s kisses had been rough and penetrating. Brad’s tongue gave me new sensations. The shower was too small for further exploration of our bodies, so we dried ourselves and went into my twin size bed. Now that was a pretty tight fit also.

Brad seemed determined to take the helm. He was four years older than I, and he was my boss, so I guess he thought he had the right. He put me on my back and lay prone on top of me, but he didn’t feel heavy at all. Our cocks were rubbing together and Brad was treating my tongue to his feathery tongue caresses. Then he began to slip down my body as his tongue explored my entire torso from neck to abdomen. When he reached each nipple, he suckled it and I began to moan. He kissed my belly button and darted his tongue into it. I had never trimmed my pubic hair and it was pretty bushy, but he began to kiss my pubic area just the same. Then he told me to roll over.

He started at my neck and kissed his way down my entire back until he reached my southern cheeks. He licked and kissed them both and then his tongue found my single crack. He ran his tongue up and down the crack until my ass hole began to open involuntarily, seeking his tongue. Eventually he let his tongue wander in and again his touch was light and feathery. Jorge’s tongue had been rough as it forced its way in. My mind kept recording all the differences between Brad and Jorge and Carl.

Brad seemed to sense when I could bear it no longer and told me to turn over again. He squatted between my legs and cupped my balls in his hand, kneading them gently. I wanted to cum and he stopped so that I could recover. After waiting a bit, he leaned over and began to run his tongue up and down my shaft. I pulled back my foreskin and he began to swish his tongue around my sensitive head. I had to beg him to stop and concentrate on the shaft. Again he let my impending orgasm subside. Finally he took my entire prick into his mouth. He did this slowly and it was awhile before I felt his chin on my balls. He pursed his lips around the base of my cock and let his tongue bathe my shaft in an up and down stroking motion. His pursed lips moved slightly up and down, but his tongue was doing most of the work. When my balls began to shrink, he stopped and let me recover again.

“I need to cum,” I whimpered.

“I know,” he said, “just be patient.”

He got out of bed and got something out of his trouser pocket. It was a lubricated condom which he removed and rolled down my aching, throbbing cock. Then he straddled me, reached behind his back and grabbed my cock. He placed the head at the opening to his love canal, and slowly and gently sat down on me. It seemed like several minutes before he was all the way in and I could feel his hairless ass on my body. He started a stroking motion. Instinctively, I started a counter motion, moving in the opposite direction from his thrusts. The effect was blowing my mind. I was totally in outer space, but I wasn’t far enough out there, not to be aware that sex with Carl had never been this good. Yet, I had to remember that Carl’s casts had to be very inhibiting. But then lightening struck me. Brad’s main concern was to give me ultimate pleasure. Carl wanted only to be pleasured. What pleasure I derived with Carl, came only from his own needs, not mine.

“I’m cumming,” I yelled at Brad and he thrust all the harder. I could feel my spunk filling the condom and rolling out the sides onto my pubic hair, but Brad did not stop thrusting until I had to beg him. He sat still on me, not moving, until my limp dick started to fall out. It finally did, leaving most of the wet condom inside of him. I reached around and pulled it out of his ass.

Brad was still sitting on top of me. He leaned over and placed his lips on mine. Once again his gentle tongue flicked over mine. Whenever he did that I became heady. I tried to tongue him harder, but he retained that sensuous way of kissing me.

He stopped kissing me for a moment and whispered in my ear. “I love you Aaron. I want you. I need you. Please love me back.”

To be continued...

Posted: 11/14/08