My favourite patient, Sam, Part 2

Ok, so there I was driving to Sam Johnson's house on my own for the first time. boy was I a nervous wreck! I had already jerked off earlier, hoping that somehow it would stop me from growing a visible hardon when I was seeing to his dressings. It was 11.30, and so far I had managed the morning list well, finishing on time. I had a while before I was due to get to the office and report on my frist day.

The door was slighty ajar, so I knocked and shouted in that I was there.
"Hey Jake come on in and sit down"

My palms were already sweaty, and I walked in to find him sat in his usual spot. "Morning Sam, you didn't forget that it was just me then?" I asked.
"Nah, how could I forget something like that, I have actually been looking forward to our first meeting." He replied.
"Really? and why is that then?"

"Well considering that I will have to put up with you until this leg heals, I think we should get to know each other better, don't you?" He jokingly laughed.
"Well yes of course, you can ask me anything you want, but it doesn't mean I will tell you what you want to know?" I smirked back.
"Ok go put the kettle on, bring my stuff in here and while you sort me out, we can have a chat and a coffee ok?" He stated.
"Well i'm not sure about the coffee, I mean, I don't think I should" I wanted to though.
"Yes you can, Margaret always did, just not when you came, she wanted to keep up her good reputation and she always added on another 15 minuites to this visit so she could have a chat." Sam said smiling at me. He was beautiful.

'Fuck, I wonder if he knows how hot he really is?' I thought. "Yeah ok then, I could do with a something wet and warm down my throat" I answered back. But while I was meaning his hot cum, I hoped that he thought I was talking about the coffee. Shit, was I flirting?
He smilied back. Whether he knew what I meant I don't know.

I brought 2 cups of coffee in and his dressings then knelt down in front of him. His legs slighty apart. 'If he just opened his legs a bit more I could see up his shorts' I thought. My cock stirred at the thought, and I brought my mind back to reality. 

He started chatting to me, and asking me all sorts about my life, work, hobbies, family, then the one I was dreading..... relationships. I had decided to be honest about myself. If he freaked out, called me a faggot or worse, beat me up and chucked me out then I would handle it there and then. Who knows how he will react?

"So Jake, are you single at the moment" he enquired
"Yeah I am, and have been for a month now, I miss the sex but I'm best off out of it" I replied.
"So what happened then"
Oh shit...here it comes.

"Well I was with Mark for 7 months and he moved in to my place, things were great, but then one day I came home early, and there he was in my bed with his boss. They were at it like rabbits and to make it worse, he was being fucked, and he never let me fuck him, said he couldn't take it. That pissed me off. Fucking wuss. I always had to be the bottom, not that I mind, I like having a cock up my ass." I waited for his reply, his but silence. Maybe I went too far saying that. I continued. "So anyway before he shot his load, I told him to get out, he did, and that was it. Not seen him or heard from him since"

More silence. But I'm sure I saw a slight grin, his eyes lit up anyway.

"Well", he finally replied "I must admit, that's a better story than my break up. You know I miss sex as well, haven't really had it properly since the crash, can't manage too much excersise and I only had my hand to keep me company most of the time. But now I am getting better, and I've had a bit of fun now and again, you know what I mean?" 

What was he getting at I thought? Did he expect me to pull his pants down and suck him, to get him off, then I would rather do without. Is that what he wanted from me? I am not after being used just for his pleasure. Not that I would mind doing it of course. God, I would have loved to take his hard cock in my mouth and suck him until he shot his load down my throat. My cock jumped. But maybe it was just guy to guy talk about sex in general.

"Yeah I know how you feel" I replied, not taking him up on his very obvious offer for a quick suck, if it was an offer. "Ok you're nearly done, just this one bandage and I'm done"
"Jake?"
I looked up. "Yes?"
"Err..well..nothing, you know if ...well no it doesn't matter."
"Hmm ok, but if there is something you wanna say, just say it. I don't mind you asking me anything. Oh and thanks for not bothering that I am gay"
"Nah, don't be daft, that doesn't bother me at all, makes no difference to me, not even thought nothing more about it. In fact I'm glad." He replied back.
I gave him a questioning look with my eyes. But decided not to take it further. "Ok......right well thats it for me. See you on Thursday and thanks for the coffee"
"No probs, see you Thursday, looking forward to it." He grinned at me, a twinkle in his eyes.

I looked back at him out of the room and smiled. Does he know now that I fancy him? Did I give any signals off? Oh well if even he did, he has no objections, so neither have I.

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It was Thursday the same week and I was back at Sam's house again, in the same routine, but something was different this time. He acted differently as I saw to his dressings. When I creamed his legs, I was sure he moaned a little. Also, he had a cushion covering his crotch.

'Shit, maybe he was covering it so I couldn't look' It ddin't put me in a good mood, he didn't trust me, and I suddenly went back to work, not looking back at him.

Then as if he knew what I thought, he moved the cushion slighty, and I also saw that he had a bulge in his shorts. Not sure if he knew I was looking, I stared at it, trying to imagine what was underneath. He smiled and I could tell he was enjoying this attention I was giving him. I smilied to myself. He was getting off on this, so I took it further and rubbed further up his sexy legs.

He gasped when I reach between his thighs.

"Oh sorry Sam, didn't mean to startle you"
"No it's ok, I was enjoying it, felt like more of a massage thats all, you are good at this."
"Well I like to please my patients, and it's not the only thing I'm good at" I remarked.
"Really, what else?"
"Well I like to make sure they are fully satisfied with the service I give, it's important to make sure that I do a good job that they want me more, so I keep coming back. I haven't recieved any complaints of my techniques so far" I smirked.
"I'm sure you haven't, you have very nice strong hands Jake"
I was flirting badly now...but he was also flirting with me. I carried on with the massage, a bit longer than was needed. He didn't seem to mind at all.
"Why thankyou Sam, your ever so kind". I said. "Do I satisfy you?"
He gave me that dazzling smile again. "Well, so far Jake, you have been great. I mean I can't complain as yet. Maybe if you carry on a little longer, we can see how things progress"

I wondered what he meant by that. Was he still flirting or hoping for something more?.

He closed his eyes and moaned while I massaged his leg. I was confused, but my cock was growing by the second, pushing against my trousers and I knew that if I stood up anytime soon, he would notice.

It didn't matter, he was sporting his own erection through his shorts, not trying to hide it in any way now, in fact he was showing it off to me.

I wanted it, and I wanted it bad! But no, I had to be professional about this. I could flirt, but no more. If anyone found out, I would be fired.

My mouth was watering and my cock was rock hard, straining to be set free. So was his by the look of it. I just realised what he wanted. He just wanted me for some relief, but I didn't want that. He opened his eyes when I stopped.

"Why have you finished? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried.
"No nothing, it's just that I have to stop before I get carried away, and things go any further. I don't know what you think of me, if you think teasing me like this can get you anything you want. I'm no slut, but I also don't know if I can work with you when you sit there looking so gorgeous and making me so fucking hot and horny, and I don't know if I can keep my hands off you much longer." I admitted.
I put the dressings on quickly, while he sat there in silence. This is so wrong. Why didn't he reply to me? I was going to get him transfered next week. I couldn't work like this in this atmosphere.

But I liked him a lot, and didn't want to let him go. I was already liking him more than a friend but things could become complicated if I didn't stop it.
"Ok, I'm outter here, it obviously isn't working, so I will send someone else for Monday"
I walked out of the lounge, waiting for his reply. Would he really let me go? If he wanted me, he would call back. "NO DON'T, please Jake I want you to keep coming back, I like you coming here."

"Ok then, see you Monday" I smiled to myself and walked out. Leaving him to rattle his brain at what I just blurted out before. That's it, he knew how I felt now. No turning back. It would either go one way or the other. We would see over the next few weeks. If I could last that long.

I went home, my erection still not deflated from seeing him, and jerked off again at the thought of Sam.

TO BE CONTINUED...