Bi and Bi
Everybody has memories of their "first time".
Well these are my memories of my first experience with another
guy. This happened over 40 years ago when I was a naive and
inexperienced teen. I will leave the age to your imagination.
Friday nights are my favorite times. Get to hang out with
my friends, suck back a few beers and ogle the chicks on Charles
St. This is the main street of our town and Friday nights
is like parade time. Everyone - and I mean everyone - struts
their stuff on Charles St.
Of course, the idea is to "get lucky". Score
yourself some cheerleader pussy and brag about it for the
rest of your life. Well, I wouldn't know the first thing
about scoring. I am too shy to go near a hot looking chick
- or even an ugly one for that matter. So I just hang out and
live vicariously through Danny and Bill, my two main buds.
Danny and Bill are just about two of the coolest guys in town.
It is a rare event that I don't end up alone by the end
of the night. Danny is usually the first to go. He is captain
of the basketball team and has a rep as a stud. Bill is a little
less in the looks department, but has a silver tongue when
it comes to "chattin' up the ladies" as
he calls it.
This was your typical Friday. We usually started out behind
Miller's Bar. There is an old dude that hangs out in
the bar and will slip you out a six-pack - for a price. We were
already on our third and pretty "happy". I had
always held the belief that beer would give me the courage
to talk to a girl - any girl. But the drunker I got, the more
shy I got.
Danny was the one who suggested that we head out onto "the
street" and cruise. As usual, I followed and watched.
It wasn't too long before Danny was draped over Mary
Beth Jackson's cute frame and whispering in her ear.
And then there were just two of us. Danny was off to the woods
with MB and Bill and I were left to fend for ourselves. Bill
suggested another trip behind Miller's. There, we
killed anothe six-pack and the last of our cash. By this
time, I was pretty well smashed.
We headed back for the street. For once, Bill was having
no luck. Face it, he was an obnoxious drunk. What girl would
want to have that slobbering all over her. Eventually,
Bill lowered his standards and hit on Kathy Oates. She was
what can only be referred to as a "skank". But
hey, Bill ended up getting laid and I ended up alone. See
what high standards can do for you.
After eyeing the scenery for a while, I headed up Charles
St. and towards home. I reached the higway in about ten minutes.
I stood, wobbling on unsteady legs, eying the seemingly
endless stream of traffic. Summoning up my courage, I darted
into what appeared to be a space. All I remember are the squeeling
tires, the blinding lights, sudden pain, and then the darkness
and nothing.
The next thing I remember is floating in a sea of black. I
couldn't see anything. As I struggled back to conciousness,
the pain started to hit me. I hurt everywhere. It was hard
to identify which part of me hurt the worst. I struggled
up through the veil of darkness. Several times, I blacked
out as the pain overtook my will to awaken.
Finally, I managed to struggle back life. It was hard to
open my eyes. The light was blinding. I could hear voices.
One of them was my mom's. She sounded like she was half
crying. Then another voice.
"It's O.K., " Mrs. Tate "Doug will
be all right. He has some broken bones but nothing life threatening.
It is a good thing that he is you and strong. He will survive
this and probably not be the worse for wear."
There was no answer from my mom. By this time, I could see
faces and realized I was in a hospital. The emergency room
to be more precise. My mom spoke to me and assured me I would
be alright. I tried to reach out to hug her and realized that
my arms were taped to my sides. In spite of the pain, I struggled
for a moment.
"It's alright, " the doctor said. "You
have some broken ribs and it is better that you do not move
much at this time. Once you have stabilized a bit, we will
do a more thorough job of fixing what ails you."
At that point, two nurses - I assumed that's what they
were - came in and proceeded to wheel me to a hospital room.
It was your standard room with four beds and those curtain
things that go around the bed for privacy.
The nurses gently moved me from the gurney to the bed. The
pain this caused almost caused me to black out. The oldest
of the nurses placed a push button thing in my hand and told
me to push the button if I needed anything. I only needed
one thing. To turn back the clock about six hours and change
history. Damn, I hurt like hell.
After the nurses left, I lay still, contemplating my sins.
Obviously, drinking was dangerous to your health. I was
sure-as-hell not going to do that again. And I was never
going to play in traffic again. Haw haw!
At some point I realized I had to take a piss. How was I going
to accomplish that? Having one of those nurses help me was
- well - just too god damn embarrassing to even think about.
But hey, I had to go. Wetting the bed would be even more embarrassing.
So, I pushed the button.
Several minutes later, a yound dude dressed in green arrived.
"I'm Eddy, " he said with a smile. "You
must be Doug, our newest victim."
Eddy was a black dude, about 22 or 23 I would guess. He was
about my height (5'7") and built like an athlete.
But his smile was a killer - it relaxed me just as quickly
as if I'd been given a tranquilizer.
"What can I do for you, son?" Eddy said.
Embarrassed or not, I had to say it.
"I gotta go pee, " I blurted out.
Eddy looked at me and then around the bed.
"Oh, shit, " he said "they forgot to bag
you."
"Bag me?" I asked "What do you mean, bag
me?"
"Well, when someone is unable to, uh, take care of
their own needs, we have to make it so they can, " he
replied. "In your case, they should have catheterized
you in Emerg."
I guess my dumb look told him that I did not understand him.
"Well, " he said "the easiest way to explain
it is while I am doing it. I'll be back in two minutes."
Eddy left the room and left me to wonder what the hell he was
talking about. Catheter-what?
When Eddy returned, he had a tray covered with a green cloth.
He placed it on the tray next to the bed and proceeded to draw
the curtains. Then he approached the bed and drew back the
sheet.
"O.K., " he explained, as he lifted the hem
of my hospital gown.
Before I could protest, my privates were fully exposed.
And my face was, I am sure, a lovely shade of red.
"The procedure is very simple, " Eddy continued,
holding up a small coil of tubing, "I insert this tube
into the end of your penis. It goes all the way up into your
bladder. I attach the other end to this plastic bag and we
are done. Instead of the urine building up in your bladder,
it just flows out into the bag."
"Does it hurt, " I asked.
"Well, it might hurt a little, but not as much as the
pain you have alreay gone through tonight."
Again, that huge bright smile. How could I not trust this
man.
"O.K. this is the hard part for most guys, "
he said with a wink.
Without hesitation, he took my limp dink (hey, that's
what I called it back then) in his hand. His hand was soft
and warm. With a sudden rush of heat to my already reddened
face, I realized that I was starting to get hard.
Eddy must have sensed my embarrassment.
"It's O.K. if it gets hard. It happens to most
guys. And besides, it makes it easier to insert the catheter, "
he explained.
Releasing my dink, Eddy got a tube of jelly and applied a
small amount to the tip of the tube. He then took me into his
hand again. With careful precision, he aimed the tube towards
the opening in the end of my dink. And, as he did so, I became
as hard as a rock.
"Hold that damn thing still, " Eddy said, the
laughter clear in his voice.
In spite of my wanting to get this over with (I had to pee real
bad by this time), my hard dink would not co-operate. Everytime
the end of the tubing got close, my dink twitched. Exasperated,
Eddy gripped it really hard and made one quick stab for the
end. The tube entered and started to slide into me. It hurt
a little and also felt strangely pleasant.
Eddy continued to slide the tube deep into my insides, or
so it seemed. Just when I thought it was going to come out
my butt hole, Eddy muttered a quiet "got it".
He quickly applied a piece of tape to hold the tube in place.
Grabbing the bag, the removed the clamp from the hose.
With a sudden feeling of release, a stream of golden piss
snaked its way doen the tube and into the bag. It wasn't
long before Eddy had to reclamp the tube and replace the
full bag with an empty. All together, I filled two bags and
part of a third.
"How many beers DID you have tonight, kid?"
he joked.
"It's not funny!" I growled.
Eddy cleaned up the small mess he had made and opened the
curtains.
"O.K., " he said, "you should be all set
for the night. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow
night."
Sleep seemed like a hell of a good idea - I think I was on drugs
but hadn't realized it. I slept all night without hearing
a sound.
In the morning, I awoke with a nice piss hardon. But wait
a minute, I didn't need to take a piss. It was on auto
pilot. So what was causing this. But then I remembered.
The dreams. The very weird dreams. They involved Eddy.
Eddy with his hand on my dink.
It was a good thing that I had never heard of "gay"
because I would have been worried. But, like every teen,
I'd had my share of crushes on both male and female friends.
But still, it worried me and I quickly looked to see if I was
being watched. I was sure it was written all over my face
for people to see.
The next few days involved some minor surgeries, some bone
setting, and a whole bunch of tests. I had seen Eddy Saturday
night, but he had Sunday and Monday off. I kind of missed
him. And the dreams had persisted.
When he finally showed up on Tuesday night, I was happy to
see him. That didn't last long. Eddy had an unhappy
look on his face.
As he picked the chart off the end of my bed and scanned it,
he muttered some unintelligle words.
"Well Dougie, seems like we have a small problem, "
he said.
"What, " I asked?
"Have you been having problems with the catheter
tubing, " he questioned?
"Yeah, a little I guess, " I said.
"Like what, " he asked?
"Well it has been sore a little and sometimes itches
like hell, " I said.
"Seems like you have an infection, " he said
grimly. "That tube is going to have to come out."
"But how will I pee, " I yelped?
"The good old-fashioned way, " he laughed,
"somone will have to hold it for you."
My face suddenly reddened and I knew he couldn't miss
it.
"Hey, at your age, I bet you would like one of these
cute nurses to hold it for you, " he smiled.
I didn't answer. Besides, from what I could see, all
the cute nurses must be on other floors. I sure hadn't
seen any.
Eddy drew the curtains and proceeded with the task at hand.
By the time he pulled back the covers and lifted my gown,
I was hard again. He looked at my hard dink, then at my face.
"Hey, buddy, I ain't no nurse, just a nurses aide, "
he said.
My heart jumped as he gently took my dink and held it as he
slid out the tube. When it was free, he took out a small rod
from a pouch he had in his pocket. He took a tube of white stuff
and applied it to the rod. Tsking me in his hand again, he
slid the rod into my piss hole.
"This is an antibiotic, " he said. "It
will help kill the infection."
He slid the rod in and out of my dink a dozen times. The feeling
was amazing. My dink had never been so stiff before. I wanted
this to go on forever, but I knew it couldn't. Much more
of this and I would be making a mess.
Finally, Eddy withdrew the rod. He wiped it on a tissue and
returned it to the pouch.
"Alright, " he said. "That should take
care of your problem. If you have to pee, press the button.
"When are my arms going to be free, " I asked?
"Well, according to your chart, it looks like maybe
another week, " he answered. "Seems like one
of the broken bones is floating a bit and we wouldn't
want you puncturing a lung, would we?"
Four hours later, I buzzed for Eddy.
When he arrived, he asked "more water?"
"No, " I said, "I have to pee."
"I don't doubt it, " Eddy said. "You
have been asking for a drink at least once an hour."
I blushed.
"One would think, " Eddy grinned, "that
you just wanted an excuse for me to hold your penis, again."
And, of course, he had hit the nail on the head. My dreams
and fantasies were so frequent, now, that I had to do something
about them.
I think Eddy must have realized how right he was. Without
further ado, he pulled the curtains and sat on the bed beside
me.
"It's alright, " he said. "I realize
that guys your age have certain needs that can only be satisified
with a good pair of hands. And you ain't got any right
now."
I blushed some more. Eddy moved off the bed so that he could
remove the covers. He reached into the bedside stand and
took out a metal piss bottle. I spread my legs and waited.
Eddy placed the bottle between my legs. Holding my rapidly
expanding dink, he aimed it into the bottle. And try as I
might, nothing would come out. Nothing. I grunted and pushed
until my chest hurt. Not a drop.
"Well, I guess that's not what you have in mind, "
Eddy said.
He removed the bottle. Gripping my dink a little more firmly,
he started to stroke it.
"Is this what you have in mind, " he asked?
"Y.....e...e....ss...s..s..s, " I managed
to moan.
I lay there, totally contented as Eddy's warm fingers
caressed my stiffness. I closed my eyes and basked in the
warm glow that was beginning to overtake me.
It didn't take long. With a loud sigh, the juices spurted
from the end of my dink. I didn't know where they were
going. My eyes were closed. I was somewhere else. Finally,
Eddy squeezed the last drop from me.
I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to have
to admit that a guy had just jacked me off and I liked it. Eddy
must have known that this was a difficult moment. He folded
up his sticky hanky and departed.
I felt so good and yet I felt so weird. And then I slept.
The next night, Eddy was strangely silent. He tended to
my needs as usual. But, there was none of the joking and smiling
that I had come to expect.
Even I was different. I asked for no water. And when I did
have to pee, I tried to old it for the next shift. Fortunately
for me, I couldn't.
When I finally pushed the buzzer, I knew what I wanted - or
thought I did. It must have been ten minutes before Eddy
arrived.
I asked for the bottle. After pulling the curtains, Eddy
compliantly brought the bottle to my bed and proceeded
to place it between my legs. This time, there was no hardon.
I did my business in the cold bottle. Eddy removed it when
I was done. He covered it with a cloth and left the room. I
was left lying there, still uncovered.
I waited a half hour, then buzzed Eddy again. By the time
he arrived, my dink was hard. He looked at it, then at me.
"So, you have decided that this is O.K., " he
asked.
"Yes, " I whispered.
Without another word, Eddy lay beside me on the bed. He began
to stroke my legs, pushing the covers completely off. His
hands were soft and warm, yet firmly masculine. My dink
throbbed from the new sensations I was experiencing.
I waited for Eddy's hands to reach upwards. To enfold
me in their strength. And they did. First finding my balls.
He caressed them and fondled them through my tight sac.
Then, without warning, Eddy leaned down and licked the
head of my dink. I gasped as I felt his lips on the beet red
head. It was the most incredible feeling.
After toying with me for a while, Eddy's mouth slid
over the head and down the shaft. He enveloped me in the warmth
of his wet mouth. AS he glided downwards, his tongue lapped
over my hardness.
He stroked me with his mouth, licking, sucking, embracing
me. When my head finally reached his throat, I could hold
on no longer. As his throat closed on me and he swallowed,
I shot my juice in a huge burst. I had jacked off before, but
it never even came close to what I felt now.
My dink spasmed in his throat and Eddy swallowed insatiably.
My whole body vibrated with the sensation of pure pleasure.
What took only a few seconds seemed like an eternity.
Once Eddy realized I was empty, he held me in his mouth. My
dink slowly shrivelled in it's warm cave.
Once it was back to normal, Eddy released it. I looked at
Eddy with pure bliss written all over my face. Eddy, too,
looked serene and blissful. Far away in another world.
I never saw Eddy again. I left the hospital and eventually
got back to normal. As normal as any other bisexual in this
world. Eddy taught me that my feelings and desires were
O.K.
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