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Visitation

Recently I was asked by a friend of mine if I would mind filling in for one of his employees while she took a holiday. My friend has home visitation service for people who have just had surgery. Most of his patients have had this surgery because of an occupational or sports injury. He asked me because I am trained as massage therapist and have had classes on care for the elderly and infirmed.

Of course I asked about my work load as it would not be able to interfere with my current job as a law clerk. He told me at present she only had one patient. His name is Steven he is 23 and has just had knee surgery that required metal pins to be put in his leg. He said that Steven was being okay with the surgery, but was having trouble getting motivated to get up and around. In short he was feeling sorry for himself.

I was assured that I was only required to spend an hour or so a night with him for 5 days a week as a VON was with him most of the day. I thought about it and only really did it because the money was good and he offered to pay me cash. Of course we struck and deal and I made arrangements to go see “Steven” the next evening.

As luck would have it Steven’s condo was very close to my work. In fact it was any easy 5 minute walk. I rang his buzzer and reminded him that I was Sharon’s fill in while she was on holiday and he graciously invited me in. When I reached his front door it was unlocked which seemed strange and I made a note that I would need to get a key made so the VON could lock up when she left.

The condo was well suited to that of a single guy. Trophy’s lined the walls in glass cases. On closer inspection my charge was a sprinter and had a trophy from almost every race he had likely run. Pictures of himself where interspersed in the cases. He was very attractive in his little running shorts and just looking at him was giving me a woody. The rest of the apartment was sparsely furnished but he had every piece of upgrade electronics you could think of. He must have been very good at what he did; whatever that was as there were no way sports was paying for this stuff.

I made my way to the back of the apartment to where I figured the bedroom would be. The door was slightly closed as I entered by pushing the door aside I announced myself and stepped in the room. What I was greeted with was more than I expected, in a bad way.

The VON had not likely changed his sheets since he had come home from the hospital and the room had a hanging stench of filthy clothes dirty male scent and raunchy socks. I almost choked as I walked in the room.

The poor bugger on the bed was completely disheveled. This was not the guy in pictures this was some dirty filthy wino that had infiltrated this apartment and assumed his identity. I was appalled at the disarray and immediately apologized to him for the way he had been treated by the day nurse. He looked up at me with a look of confusion and asked me, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your apartment is a mess your room smells like a barn and you look like shit, how could the day nurse possibly be doing her job?” I replied.

“I threw the bitch out a week ago and no one looks after me but me!” he growled.

“Well, that makes sense why the place looks like hell and as to why you smell like a fat old wino,” I quipped.

He looked at me as if I had just insulted his whole being (which I had) but just crossed his arms as if to say, “so what”.

I made myself busy cleaning up the apartment and his bedroom. He spat disgusting explanatives at me all the while I cleaned. He had a filthy mouth and I accepted it until he called me a “Nellie fag, cause no guy in his right mind would clean up after another guy”.

Well that was about all I was willing to take and I turned on him, “You pathetic little shit. You think you have it bad, you will walk again and there a lot of people in the world that never will EVER! You feel so sorry for yourself that you have to lie around and get better. Well fuck you! I hope the infection that I can see in that bandage takes hold and you lose your leg. I hope that no one comes to your aid and that you die alone! Yes, I am a faggot that was doing a friend a favor; but fuck you dude, I’m out of here and good riddance! I hope your leg falls off and that the infection makes your cock fall off as well!”

I was livid, I put the rest of his clothes in the washer in the pantry by the kitchen, went back to his room and saluted him with these words, “Good-bye your majesty, may you die proud and in peace!”

I slammed the door and as I did I heard him call out, “Please, Please don’t leave, please come back please don’t leave!” he said with tears in his voice and continued, “I’m sorry please come back it is so fucking lonely in here all day, please don’t leave.”

I opened the door again and there was my pathetic patient still smelling, un-kept and looking like he had not bathed in a week or so. So I asked him, “When was the last time you showered?”

“The morning I went in for surgery,” he answered.

“How long ago was that?” I asked.

“Two weeks ago,” he answered and hung his head in shame.

I will admit that I enjoy hot sweaty men right after a run or a workout, but this would be like sleeping with the guy who used the same dirty hockey equipment all year and on the last game you were the lucky guy to suck on his jock. Yuck!

I felt sorry for him and suggested that we get him into the shower. By looks of it we would need take his soft cast off because the stain on the outside of his cast indicated infection. And to be quite honest, I felt it better to make sure the incision was okay, instead of waiting for an opinion from a doctor after a far too long wait in and emergency room. Besides, he stunk too bad to put him in my car, so a shower was the only way out for now.

I walked over to his bed and drew back the blankets. What I saw almost made me gag. His underwear was stained and filthy. His sheets had obviously not been changed since he got home. I was so disgusted I almost cried. I looked at him and said, “Steven I promise you that in a couple of hours you and your house will be so clean no one will ever know you were not feeling well.” He nodded his approval and smiled. He reached his hand to mine and mouthed “thank you”. I nodded to him and headed to the bathroom off the master bedroom.

Steven had upgraded to a corner whirlpool tub for two. I started to fill the tub and my cock started to rise again. I thought to myself that there was no way that he could be in the tub by himself, so I would have to help him in and out; so I might as well get in with him, right? My mind also recognized that if he had been here two weeks by himself and in pain, he had likely not cum in that long either. Now I was really getting hard.

I went back to the bedroom and asked Steven to move his body around so that he was facing me. He found it difficult to move, which was no surprise for someone who had not moved I two weeks. He managed to get his legs over the side of the bed, but that was about all. I knew this would be more of a task than I had first anticipated. So I stepped back and began to remove my clothes. He never said a word until I dropped my underwear to the floor and my semi-hard 9 inches sprang up toward him.

“Ah dude, just what are you doing?” he asked inquisitively, but with no alarm in his voice

“Steven, I am a professional, but you have laid there for two solid weeks without too much movement. I am guessing the only time you moved was for a B.M and by the looks of it you did not even move for that. Which at this point in time is not the issue--the issue is to get you cleaned up and in that tub. I can do that two ways. One is to try and drop you in with out hurting you, which is the riskier way, or I can get in with you and while giving you a bath, I can do for you what I am trained at and that is massage.” I replied, thinking all the while that my 20 years of training as a cocksucker would hopefully pay off as well.

All he could answer was, “Oh…okay.” I noticed as he answered there was also a distinct stirring in the front of his underwear.

I went to the bath made sure the water was warm but not hot and made sure the level would suit so the jets would work. I turned on the jets and returned to my victim, umm patient. I put my arms under his and stood him up. My god he stunk, but I ignored it reached down and slid his underwear over his firm, but filthy ass. I steadied him as I lowered his underwear to his feet and he stepped out of them.

He stood there in front of me awkwardly at first, but his strength was all that it could be and he just leaned into me and rested his chest against mine and of course his ample eight and a half inches against my even harder member. I had to get him to the tub before my cock got embarrassingly hard. I needed to keep this professional or I could get sued unless he asked me to fuck him; then it was consensual adult activities not me taking advantage of a poor weak sicko, but how ever you looked at it, I had decided my cock was going up his ass today before I went home.

I guess I should describe Steven for you just so you have the whole picture. Steven was about 6’ and maybe 175lbs of solid muscle. He had obviously trained most of his life and had it not been for his illness probably ran or worked out for several hours a day. He had a fine ass. Solid cheeks and firm back and thigh muscles but the treasure was what would likely be 8.5 inches of solid cock when fully blown. It was thick too and had a very ample mushroom head. Even in a semi flaccid state I knew that if I were the one on the bottom I would have been in for quite a ride but for today his was the hole that needed a thermometer, not mine.

As he stood there in my arms he kind of just slouched into me and said, “Please get me into the tub; I have to get clean and this cannot be comfortable for you holding my filthy body.” I smiled down at him and reached down puttting my hands behind his ass and lifted him up into my arms. I held him there for a moment until I got my balance and he put his other hand around the other side of my neck to complete his balance.

I carried him gently to the tub and luckily it was a step-up step-in tub. He was not heavy but his stench was so pungent that having him this close to me made me kind of rush to get him wet. In doing so I kind of faltered a bit and I lost my grip ever so slightly and his ass lowered on to my fully-masted cock. My cock slipped right between his cheeks and I could feel the slimy ring of his ass on my cock. I regained my stature and lifted him up a bit and stepped into the tub and lowered his body into the jets and the warm water. He just sighed and snuggled into my neck as I took soap and a large washcloth and began to bath him.

The dirt on his body began to peel away and he seemed to begin to cheer up. The color returned to his face. As I stroked his back I felt is cock had begun to rise. The color in his face now turned red and I moved my head down to his and whispered to him as I held his now fully engorged cock in my hand, “Don’t worry I am here to help relieve your tensions and give you a massage and make sure that your needs are met and if you like what and how I do it, I will be back tomorrow to do it all over again.”

He smiled and sighed as I stroked his huge cock. I was very careful to be very gentle as I knew that he had not cum in a while and I did not want to waste his cum on this filthy water. As I stroked his cock with one hand, I fingered his now clean hole with the other just testing the waters to see how hard it would be to fuck this stud. Much to my surprise he moved his back on to my finger and whispered to me, “I am kind of sorry about the faggot comment earlier, but I am also relieved to have a visitor that knows what a man really needs, so stop playing around and get your hot cock up my ass.”

Now I am not one to give up on being begged to fuck a hot man, but there were two things that needed to happen; first, I needed to know that his ass was clean by inspection and second, I needed to make sure we did not damage his leg in the process of fucking his tight hole.

I asked him if he had the energy to stand up in the water. Without answering, he stood up and turned around to face me. I took the soap-on-a-rope, which was a perfect size, and began to wash his cock and balls. When I was finished I took a long sniff and when I was satisfied with his hygiene, I buried my throat on to his cock. I sucked in hard and moved back and forth with heavy motions. I wanted his cum and I was not in the mood to fuck around. I wanted it now.

While giving the best blow job I had ever given, I stuck the soap-on-a-rope right up into his ass. He winced a bit but accepted the punishment. As I sucked on his cock I would gently tug on the rope and he would give out long sighs of pleasure. I sucked alternatively on his cock and balls and would linger ever so slightly on his taint as well.

I buried my throat on his throbbing member and by words and a huge burst in size of his cock; I could feel that he was going to blow off in my mouth. I backed off his cock looked up into his face and told him that he was not allowed to cum until I said he could.

He managed out two words, “Too late!” and blew the largest load of cum I have ever seen from a 23 year old. Just as the second shot was leaving the end of his cock I pulled the soap out of his ass in one swift movement. He must have shot off 17 streams of hot and I mean steaming hot cum onto my face, chest, nose and waiting mouth. He came all over my face and in my hair.

When his orgasm subsided he apologized to no end. I assured him that I knew there was no way he could contain two weeks of cum and that I was not upset with him. I mentioned to him that we were not finished yet as I had not gotten off and that he would not need to worry about cumming so soon, because it was not the last time he would be cumming today.

He smiled as I moved my mouth in to clean up the cum that remained on his cock. I then stood up and with cum all over my face, I gave him a long hard kiss and shared his cum with him. The kiss lasted for several minutes until he broke away to tell me he had to sit down, which is what I wanted him to do.

He turned around and lowered himself on to my lap. As he sat down I shifted my body weight lower into the water. I positioned him using the buoyancy in the water to place his hole directly above my hard aching cock. I knew I was ready for this and truthfully didn’t give a crap if he was or not. I was fucking horny for this little fucker’s ass and I was taking it right now.

I grasped the sides of his hips and sat him back on my cock I asked him if he was ready for this and did not wait for an answer. I forced his limp and wasted body down on to my fully hard cock and made his ass cheeks plant on the hairs of my groin. He screamed out in ecstasy that could have been pain but this is my fantasy so it was ecstasy. I began to lift his body up and down using the water as a tool of my anal assault. I could hear his breaths as he rode my cock. He was loving it all of it and I gave it as deep as I could. If fucked his tight hole hard. I was so into myself and the feeling of hot ass on my cock I never heard him talk to me the first words he said but I did hear his next sentence, “Turn me around; I want to see your face.”

I never hesitated for even a moment. I used the water and a little bit of gymnastic movement to turn him to face me. The feeling of the turning movement felt good so I moved him side-to-side on my cock a few times. His face grimaced and then became very euphoric. His face began to tremble and he said to me, “I am cumming.” As he came I thrust my hard fuck post deep into his ass and let go of a huge load of my own deep into his guts. As I came I held his body down hard onto the end of my cock. I was so deep into his body there was no way a piece of paper could have been slipped between our bodies.

When we had finished our mutual orgasms he collapsed into my arms. We stayed there a moment when I snapped back to reality and realized we had been in the tub for much longer than we should have. I stepped out of the tub and lifted him out afterwards. As he sat on the edge of the tub I dried his body and was careful to inspect his incision. It looked that the bath water had done it some good. As I wiped the remnants of water off the back of his legs, I removed the remnants of water from his cock and balls with my mouth. When he was dry and hard I sat him down on a bench in the corner of the room and told him to stay there while I changed the bed.

When I had flipped the mattress changed the bed and arranged the pillows I went back to the bathroom picked him up into my arms and laid him down in the bed. I fluffed up his pillows got him some food and sat down beside him and said to him, “I need to go now but I will be back tomorrow to take you to a doctor’s appointment and after that some dinner out okay?”

He spoke for the first time in over an hour, “And after that, back here for dessert right?” We both laughed I kissed him hard on the lips, took his keys and left. I could not wait until tomorrow. I had some massage plans for this boy!