I got the call early Sunday morning. Bob was in the hospital, crashed his motorcycle going home late last night resulting in a broken left arm, a fractured right leg and road rash.
Bob and I were good friends, trusted friends. He was my pot dealer and motorcycle buddy.
No insurance, of course so the emergency room folks put him in casts, gave him a bottle of liquid morphine and released him into my care. See Ya!
I hauled him up the 60 steps into his little dive apartment, with the dripping sink, dirty bathroom and great view of San Francisco.He called me a few days later to tell me how great it was to have had the dyke social worker sponge bathe his private parts.You can't shower I asked. Hell no, I can't plastic wrap both my arm and leg casts, nor step over into the tub.So what's the problem? She won't come back, something I said....offended her.I agreed to wash Bob. I was pretty curious. interested to see the cock that attracted younger girls so much they'd not only spend the night at his dumpy apartment, but would return for more. When I arrived he was naked under his robe with the casts.He stood in the kitchen robe open, while I ran warm water in the sink. Low water pressure in this hovel, lots of time to think...He took off the robe and leaned forward hands on the countertop. I soaped him up and down the back, legs, butt.Reached around and did his chest, reached around for his cock and balls. This might hurt a bit I joked.I did a pretty good job ending with a fluffy towel dry. He turned around to face me I said lift your foot..., now the other...Finished, clean, pink and damp...his penis was right there at my face level.I looked up. He was looking at that nice view of the city.I took is dick in my one hand, balls in the other. He didn't look down, just leaned back against the counter.I sucked his cock, yes I did. It felt natural, something wanted, something needed.It was nice and big in my mouth and I gaged a little getting used to it.5 minutes, 10 minutes, I settled to the floor, took my time. I was trying everything I could think of that I thought I'd love the feel of if it was me getting sucked. 20 minutes.He came in my mouth, grunting, yeah, yes...uhuh.Later my wife asked, how's Bob, you saw him today after work?
...better than I thought he'd be, under the circumstances, I answered.
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