A Prescription for Love... Our relationship began with a rather painful accident. I play soccer every Saturday morning in the park with a group of my former college buddies. We get together once a week and relive our glory days when we played for the local university. To make a long story short I was not wearing my cup during one of our more spirited games and I got kicked hard in the groin. I was just going to walk it off but it hurt so much I could not stand. It was not my intention to seek medical attention but a friend intervened and called an ambulance from his cell phone and before I could protest I was laying in a cubical in the ER with my shorts down and my privates exposed.

An intern entered the room, pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and examined my balls as I grimaced in pain. "I don't see any damage to the family jewels", he joked. "I'm going to have one of our student nurses apply some ice to reduce that swelling". I will be back in an hour to check on you." "I am going to give you a prescription for the pain." "Next time wear a cup". The whole exam took less than a minute and the young doctor ran out the door to his next case. There was certainly no positive bed side manner or reassurance.

I started to feel neglected until I looked up and saw a young man in surgery scrubs applying an ice pack to my aching gonads. I was thankful it was a male student nurse and a handsome one at that. His name tag read: "Chris White, Student Nurse, University Hospital".

"Thank you Chris that feels better" I said."

"The Doctor told me to stay with you until the swelling went down." Chris sat down on a metal stool next to me and held the ice pack and placed his other hand on my thigh to comfort me. I gazed into his handsome face. He had a smile that made me forget about the pain. His blue eyes glistened in the reflected overhead light.

I had nothing to do now but try to relax and to observe Chris.. I noticed he had a small diamond stud in his left ear. Occasionally he opened his mouth and flicked out his pierced tongue. I felt a little embarrassed that someone had to hold an ice pack on my balls and the student nurse looked like this might be his first time for this procedure.

I think we were both trying to put each other at ease. He had such a sweet smile I was starting to be very attracted to him. I asked him about nursing school and he told me the classes he was taking and that part of his studies required him to work in the ER. I found out that he would have to report his experiences back to class for an assignment. I didn't mind and I liked the tender, loving care I was receiving from this good looking guy.

I mentioned his piercing and asked him how much pain he had to endure when he got them. Chris pointed out an eyebrow piercing which I had missed and then he did something that was totally unexpected. He walked a few paces away so I could see all of him, undid the drawstring of his scrub pants and dropped them to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear. He pointed his flaccid cock containing a "Prince Albert" in my direction with one hand and cupped his scrotum in the other. After he allowed me a few seconds to examine his penis he quickly pulled up his pants. Suddenly I forget about the pain in my balls and I was thinking of his shaved groin and his pierced dick. "Wow I bet that must have hurt", was the only thing I could think of to say.

"It sure did but its ok now", Chris answered.

I have to admit, I don't have the world's best gaydar but I was starting to do some mental calculations about Chris. I was wondering if he might be gay. He was studying to be a nurse and formerly that was a female profession. I realized that I was thinking of the stereotypical image of a nurse. These days plenty of heterosexual males go into nursing. Then there was the piercing. Are there many straight males who put a ring in their penis? I just did not know. Chris seemed to be the nurturing type which could or could not mean he was gay. Then there was his exhibitionism.

He was killing me with his smile. Maybe he was bisexual or maybe I was just wrong. The hour passed quickly. The swelling in my nuts went down. Chris wiped my groin with a towel and helped me slowly got off the table. The young doctor arrived, had me pull my shorts down again and seemed to be pleased that I would survive. The doctor left and Chris came over and gave me a hug. This I was not expecting. It was a long and warm hug. He told me he would call me for a follow up for his report. I left the ER feeling better and happy that I had met Chris. I really did not think our paths would cross again but as they say "Hope springs eternal."

A few days later, I was at home and received a phone call from Chris. He wanted to do a follow up for his class. I told him I was fine but he insisted that he come by the house so I could answer a questionnaire for him. I told him to come on over and I wondered what might develop if anything.

Chris arrived right on time and I showed him into the living room. I told him everything was fine but I would answer his questions. He asked me to take off my shirt so he can do a blood pressure check on me. He commented that the BP was fine but my pulse rate was a little elevated. I told him that it always happened when a good looking man touches me. Chris blushed a little and made some notes in his record book. He then asked if my testicles were feeling ok and could I get an erection. I told him I was in no pain and that he can check out the erection for himself.

I knew immediately that I had gone too far with my glib comment and apologized to Chris. I told him I was sorry for that remark and that I was out of line. Chris smiled and said "No problem". The next thing I know Chris is giving me a hug and I hugged him back. He then sat across my lap and put his head on my shoulder. Apparently we both needed some affection. The longer I held him the deeper attachment I felt for him. I asked him if he were straight, gay, or bi. "Would it make a difference how you felt toward me" he asked . I said no. He told me he had a girl friend. I told him that was ok but that was not the truth. I wanted him to be gay and I wanted to make love to him. We chatted for a while longer and then he left. I had a strong feeling that Chris had an attraction to me but he was sending out a lot of "Mixed Signals".

A week later Chris called me with an unusual request. "Chris do you have any bananas?" I told him yes but they were a little green and he told me that would be perfect. A half hour later Chris showed up at my doorstep. He told me he had to give a demonstration at nursing school the next day. "This is going to sound a little strange but I have to show the class the proper way to put on a condom". He told me his instructor told him he could use a banana in place of a penis for the purpose of the demo. Chris asked if he could practice his presentation at my kitchen table. Chris had a speech written on the importance of safe sex and at the conclusion of his talk he was going to show the proper way to use a condom. He pulled one of the green bananas loose from the bunch and rolled a condom half way down the tropical fruit. He practiced for about an hour but he did not seem to be too happy about the realism of his demonstration. Then I had an idea.

I went to my bedroom and brought back a box which I handed to Chris. He opened the box and extracted a red velvet pouch. Inside he found my Sean Storm. It is a very realistic replica of the famous porn stars penis and balls. Chris first blushed a bit and then smiled. "Wow this looks and feels like the real thing." He squeezed the balls and run his fingers back and forth over the long shaft. Chris's demonstration came alive as composed a new narration. "Foreplay is a very important part of sexual activity and one which will help achieve a hard firm erection". "This will prepare the penis for the application of the condom".

I did not say anything to Chris as he was going over his presentation but I felt a hard-on in my jeans. "If I use this monster, I am either going to get an A or kicked out of class but the hell with the bananas", Chris told me.

The next day Chris called and told me that the "Sean Storm" cock had the full attention of class during his demo and earned him an A in sex education. I was happy for him.

Two weeks went by and I accepted the fact that I would never see Chris again. Just as I was preparing to go to bed there was a knock at the door. Chris stood at my doorstep. He explained that he and his girlfriend had an argument and he was told to leave the apartment they shared. He asked if he could spend the night with me. I offered him the couch but he told me he was very down and needed to be with someone and could he share my bed. I nodded yes, stripped down to my white Calvin's and got under the covers. I watched Chris slowly undress. The last thing he took off was his jeans. He was not wearing any underwear. He got under the comforter with me and cuddled. I was a little nonplused. Should I try to have sex with him or was he too straight to think about such a thing.

"I'm confused Chris," I told my new bed mate. "Just what is your sexual orientation, and why were you and your girlfriend arguing?"

"She found a male magazine I hid under some clothes. Then she told me she suspected I liked men more then women. I called her a bitch, and she told me to pack up and leave. I have never had gay sex, but I am turned on by men." I waited for Chris to make the first move. It did not take him long. He put his arm around me and then he kissed me on the cheek. He put his tongue in my ear. I turned on to my back and I felt his hand slide under my briefs and fondle my growing erection.

"Well looks like that soccer ball didn't do any damage down here, "Chris said.. "May I suck your cock?" Before I could answer, Chris threw back the covers, pulled off my briefs, and began a blow job that would last a half an hour. He sucked and massaged my dick with love, excitement and true passion. The feel of his fingers, lips and tongue sent a tingling in my groin which extended from my anus to the toe tip of my engorged cock. I wanted to cum but I also wanted this feeling to last forever. My penis was dripping with his salvia which was like liquid velvet.

Chris slid a condom on my manhood and asked me to fuck him. He straddled my legs and lowered his willing ass over my huge erection. He stared slowly to let his virgin hole accommodate me. He moaned and several times cried out with pleasure. I rolled him over and took command.

Chris spread his legs and let me instruct him on the eroticism of gay sex. Chris grabbed his cock and stroked himself as I pushed deep inside of him. When I could hold off no more, I pulled off the condom and joined in a mutual jack off. We were both breathing heavily as we both came on his chest at the same time.

Chris is still in nursing school. He lives with me now and he is just what the doctor ordered.

THE END