Homebound
By Storywriter123ME.
He forced a smile at a bundled-up, passing senior couple before rolling his eyes as he turned towards his long-time girlfriend, cracking a smile back at him.
“This place sucks,” he grumbled.
He and Jessie had been together for four years now, and still that smile melted him. She’d gotten braces earlier in the year, a splurge she had insisted on. Her thin lips spread, revealing the blue and white brackets across her teeth that drove Barry wild. The braces made her look much younger than her 26 years.
When they met in nursing school, they instantly hit it off. He had fallen for her bright green eyes and long, thin blonde hair. The way her freckled face would glow when he told a joke. Her waif-like physique drove him mad.
He loved that he was just a little taller than her. Five foot six to her five foot five, he was wiry, maybe a hundred forty pounds soaking wet, and she had a body that looked like it couldn’t keep weight on; her breasts were small, not even a handful, topped with conical nipples that begged to be sucked. Her ass was pert, not fat, but it sat proudly in her nurse pants.
“Bear, we talked about this. We’re travel nurses, and we’ve been doing more traveling than nursing this year; we’ve got to buckle down.”
She was right.
Barry sighed as he frowned at the temperature on the dashboard. “Four years of this,” he thought. “No one waiting for us anywhere, no rules…just us…”
They’d traveled the world on assignments, spending money as quickly as they made it. The idea was simple at the time: hospitals would bring them on for well-paid short stints, and they got to see places they’d only dreamed of. But what started as an escape they both wanted had started to feel empty, like they were drifting.
“We can’t keep pretending we’re kids on a never-ending road trip,” Jessie said as she adjusted the winter cap, adorned with a cute fuzzy ball.
Her words made their frosty, current situation sting in Barry’s mind.
“So, who’s this guy?”
Jessie feasted on a doughnut they had grabbed on the drive over. She could eat a dozen, Barry had bet her once, and not gain an ounce of weight.
“Emm,” she said as she licked the frosting from her finger, “Jonas Strong, 65, acute hyperspermia. Should be easy, three drainings daily, for the next three weeks. Double the rate.”
“Great, another old perv,” Barry grumbled.
“Babe, it’s easy. He’s got a machine. I’ll hook him up, read my book, and we can go have fun tonight.”
“What about saving money?” Barry asked, eyeing her as she seemed lost in the file.
“I meant another kind of fun,” she purred, giving that brace-faced, girlish smile that made him feel both lucky and possessive.
“Oh…uhhh, hell yeah,” he replied with a smile.
She was the steady one. More talented than her boyfriend and driven to be successful. When they accepted assignments, it was usually Jessie doing the work and Barry supporting.
He was the one still chasing freedom from adult decisions. When she feigned insecurity with her teeth, he had insisted she get the braces. He’d convince her to take unapproved days off during assignments, only to make them both scramble to play catch-up.
“I thought you’d see it my way,” she purred, rubbing his thin thigh through his scrubs.
The couple fucked like rabbits, a few times a week. They enjoyed each other, spending nights tangled in bed sheets in foreign locations, their youthful libidos through the roof. Unfortunately, on this assignment, the Motel 6 would have to do.
“Ready,” she asked, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror.
“Of course, m’ lady, I’ll walk you to the threshold,” Barry replied as he opened his car door, feeling the rush of winter chill on his gaunt body.
The loving couple walked, hand in hand, balancing against each other as the slippery walkway proved treacherous.
They both jumped as the door swung open after three soft knocks from Jessie’s small hand.
“Bout’ damn time!”
Barry and Jessie gripped each other tighter as they looked up to meet the source of the gruff welcome.
Jonas Strong was tall, easily 6 feet 3, with a heavy, barrel-chested build, a large gut, and thick arms. His bald head gleamed beneath the dome lights in the foyer, his mouth framed by a neatly trimmed grey goatee. His white tank top was stained, coarse grey hairs forming a wild hedge at the neckline, and grey sweatpants that seemed to sag, as the waistband battled against the bulbous gut above.
Barry tried to muster a smile but felt the bile rise in his throat as the pungent smell from the apartment assaulted his nostrils.
It was thick, musky, unmistakable semen.
Jonas’s pale eyes flicked to Barry, almost like the small boyfriend’s presence annoyed him. Barry felt himself shrink. He was supposed to be the one protecting his sweet Jessie, but one look from the big, older man had him glancing at his shoes.
The mountainous man’s glare softened as his sights landed on Jessie.
“Are you the new nurse?”
Jessie smiled at the elderly man, “Yes, sir, Jessie Keller. We’re with Meridian Care Staffing.”
“Perfect timing! Come on in, sweetheart.”
Barry felt a tinge of dread as Jessie unclasped her arm and moved beneath Jonas’s meaty arm, her hair almost grazing his unkempt armpit hair.
He gathered himself and moved to follow her, stopping as the powerful limb lowered, blocking his path.
“I’m going to come with her just to…”
Barry was startled as the door slammed in his face, leaving him breathing icy blasts and unsure how to proceed. His cheeks burned from the freeze.
“Motherfucker,” he whispered in the cold air, raising his hand to knock again.
Barry’s hand hovered near the door, but he didn’t knock. Something about the way Jonas had looked at him, like he was an inconvenience, an afterthought, made Barry’s stomach twist. He’d spent years resenting older men who acted like they owned the world. Now one had just taken his girlfriend inside and shut him out like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Asshole,” he grumbled to himself, choosing flight, as he carefully navigated the slick sidewalk on his way back to the car.
***********
Jessie observed her surroundings as she followed the wide, hairy back of her new patient.
The lights were dim, giving the room a pale, yellowish, almost sickly hue that was accentuated by window blinds closed as tight as they would go. The room was in disarray; old newspapers were strewn about the furniture and floor, serving as coasters for drink cans, while others lay wet on the floor as if a dog had used them to relieve itself. Styrofoam takeout boxes stood tall and wobbly, like long-forgotten monuments.
She scanned the walls aghast.
Darkened, runny splotches of wetness, now dried, tattooed the somber blue walls, matching dark puddles adorned the cushions and throw pillows that looked to be homey once, now appeared like hardened blocks that would be uncomfortable to rest upon; a few carried the strong scent of semen and appeared almost soggy to her eyes. She felt her body cringe as she took a fateful step into the living room, not wanting to think about the source of the gelatinous liquid pressing against the sole of her sneaker as she ventured deeper into Jonas’s apartment.
The word, murky, kept flashing in her mind.
“Sorry for the mess,” Jonas said through a sheepish smile.
Jessie mustered a professional grin back, her eyes registering his change from a practiced gruffness to a tone almost polite.
“I’ve seen worse,” Jessie lied bravely, even as her eyes ran up to the popcorn ceiling, focusing on a stalactite of white liquid, languishing against gravity, above the faded sectional couch that served as the centerpiece to the musky man-cave.
“Wife passed almost four years ago now, she’d hate how I let the place go to shit,” Jonas continued as he moved, like a lumbering giant, to rest in a familiar groove on the couch.
Jessie felt an unexpected tug in her chest. Something about the way he said it, gruff but honest, made her think of her own father, who left when she was twelve and never came back. This man was nothing like that, not like the evil caricature of patriarchal figures she had constructed in her mind, built around her father’s shortcomings. Her eyebrows arched at the strange finding. Jonas was a brute, but there was something beneath, something solid and sturdy, that had her vexed.
“Grief is, well, it’s terrible; we all go through it in our own way,” Jessie said, gathering herself as she scanned the couch for a dry spot before sitting on the long area of the couch, a few feet from the bear-like man.
“Sold our place when I lost Agnes,” the bulky man opined, a sincere sadness in his voice, “Moved in here. It ain’t much, but…”
“It…it’s fine,” Jessie mustered as she watched a drip of pearly white liquid fall from the ceiling and land with a splash on the arm of the couch, “Do you…get out much?”
“Not so much, doctors say I need to get out and walk more. It’s lonely, you nurses, sometimes you’re the only people I see for weeks. No one stays long.”
Jessie nodded. Small talk with patients was part of the job, but the pungent sights and smells of the room had her senses buzzing.
“That’s what I read, you’re a real tough customer, Mr. Strong,” Jessie said as she crinkled her nose involuntarily at a whiff of man musk.
“Nah,” Jonas said with a confident laugh, “Since the machine broke, they’ve had to work for the money, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” Jessie asked, her mind already putting the pieces together.
“Didn’t they tell you? Damn, things have been on the fritz for a month. I ordered a new one. Who the hell knows when it’ll get here?”
Jessie felt the bile rise in her throat as she began to reckon with what this would mean for her.
“So, they’ve…your caregivers have been doing it…”
“Manually,” Jonas replied, finishing her sentence with a weight that matched the monstrous lump running down his stained grey sweatpants.
“I see,” Jessie replied somberly, her eyes focused on the unbelievable bulge before her.
*********
Back in the warmth of the car, Barry fiddled on his phone, figuring Jessie would text if she needed him.
After fifteen minutes, he lost his nerve and texted.
“Everything okay?”
He waited another ten minutes and opened the car door, resolving to check on his girlfriend. The ding from his phone stopped him.
“Machines broken, gotta do it manually…”
Barry stifled a giggle as he texted back, “Gross…”
“Building up the nerve,” she texted back.
The couple had worked with older patients before, changing adult diapers, emptying bed pans, dirty work for certain.
But the pay was good.
Barry, in particular, had disdain for serving older men; he and Jessie often talked about his childhood, bereft of positive male role models. His father had skipped out on their family when he was young, the pain literally killed his mother, and he drifted through life unmoored with a chip on his shoulder for patriarchal figures.
He finally found a kindred spirit in Jessie when they met in nursing school. She had a similar childhood; her parents had split up and radiated an uncaring attitude toward her and her fate, which sent her down a listless path. She had put her efforts into her studies and gravitated to nursing. She often said it was something about helping people that was cathartic to her injured inner child.
“You okay?” Barry texted back, returning to his phone, determined to distract himself from another pity party about his childhood.
He frowned as the message went unread for another thirty minutes.
*********
“Should we get started?” Jessie asked, discarding her phone; her gumption raised enough to move ahead. She and Barry needed the money, and she would do what needed to be done.
“That’s fine, sweetheart,” Jonas said with a sigh, “Where do you want me?”
Jessie paused, her body filled with alert, as she weighed the brutish man’s question.
“There’s fine,” she replied with the best smile she could muster. The dainty blonde dug in her medical bag, feeling a sense of security as she fished out two blue latex gloves and a small travel bottle of medical lubricant.
A snort from Jonas stopped her as she donned the gloves.
“I’m not sure that’s gonna be enough,” he said plainly, his eyes pointing towards the small bottle.
“It’s, ummm, it’s all I have…”
Jonas sighed knowingly, “Well, I guess we’ll make it work…”
Jessie moved to sit on the edge of the coffee table, her small body between Jonas’s tree trunk legs. “Now, Mr. Strong, if you would lower your pants…”
“Jonas,” the heavy-set man corrected.
“Okay…Jonas, would you take off your…oh my dear god…”
Jessie’s professional demeanor failed her as she watched the man’s huge hands peel away the grey sweat pants to reveal something that looked more like a log than a human penis.
It lay there, lifeless and heavy, hanging down tiredly over the edge of the couch cushion right before her face. Even soft, it was shocking. Thick and pale, easily nine inches long. The shaft looked meaty, the skin slightly loose, with prominent blue and purple veins running along its length like rivers. The head was broad and blunt, partially hidden beneath a thick, wrinkled foreskin that pooled at the tip. Below it hung two massive, apple-sized testicles that looked almost grotesquely bloated in their wrinkled home.
“I told ya you’d need more lube,” Jonas chuckled, watching the thin blonde’s head swim as her eyes surveyed the job ahead.
Jessie felt her heart pounding as she shimmied forward to get a better look at the tired-looking hunk of flesh.
“Holy fucking shit balls,” she thought quietly as she compared it to Barry’s familiar penis. Where her boyfriend’s four-inchers always looked smooth and happy, Jonas’s penis sat, like a sleeping serpent, daring to be woken up.
“You ever worked with one like this?” the huge, hairy man asked, his eyes beading, a knowing smile across his jowly mug.
Jessie ran her hand over her brace-faced smile, hiding her inner thoughts as she pictured her boyfriend’s penis. Her small hand covered most of it when they fooled around, with the upper half of his grape-sized glans visible whenever she gave him a handjob. Where Barry’s was pink, almost cute-looking, Jonas’s looked mean and intimidating. Even so, it was longer and thicker than the Foster’s beer cans they had enjoyed on a recent assignment in Sydney.
“Go on, hon, he doesn’t bite,” Jonas guffawed.
Jessie ran her gloved hands up the older man’s hairy legs. She wasn’t trying to be seductive, but she watched the fat thing jump at the sensation of her digits running up towards the thick hunk of meat.
“This is…I’ve never…your poor wife…”
Jonas barrel chest rumbled as he let out a laugh that started deep in his prodigious belly and rang through the smelly confines of the dank living room.
“God bless her, she tried her best,” he replied through deep, humored heaves.
Jessie barely registered his words as her hands met at the base of Jonas’s quickly bloating cock, feeling the heat from his meat as she grasped it at the base, filling the appendage rush with blood, rising skyward like a fleshy column.
“Is it always this swollen?” Jessie asked, finding her quickly fading professionalism for a brief moment. “It looks painful.”
Jonas sighed at the feel of the blonde’s small hands trying in vain to clasp around his beer-can thickness, “No ma’am, that’s just how it gets. You’re doing great.”
Jessie peeled her eyes from the bulbous brute beast as she gave the turgid cock a ginger pull with both hands. “What about when you…you know…go…”
“Always hurts when the old thing finally cums. Good pain, though. I power through it.”
“I see,” Jessie replied, as she refocused on the foreskin, pooling around the spear-like glans, the powerful erection unyielding as she continued stroking, spurred on by the oafish man’s satisfied moans.
For a long ten minutes, Jessie moved her hands along the veined shaft, watching it for signs of cumming. She took a moment to wipe a bead of perspiration from her forehead, a slight tinge of frustration washing over her.
Barry would have finished in half the time, and Jonas’s fat phallus seemed nowhere near cumming.
“So, that little pixie with you, that’s your boyfriend?”
Jessie snorted at Jonas’s demeaning description of her boyfriend, replying, “Yes, I mean, don’t call him that…”
“Just makin’ small talk, darlin’, how bout’ you pick up the pace a bit?”
Jessie eyed him and repositioned herself, digging her sharp elbows into his fleshy thighs as she followed the order from the gruff man.
“There we go, twist at the head each time.”
“That’s it…”
“Good girl…”
Jessie was perturbed at Jonas’s words, but found her spirit lifted as a large, brilliant white, sludge of precum beaded at the top of the monster cock and ran with an eager pace down her pumping digits.
“There we go,” the blonde nurse huffed with pride as another healthy dollop of cum ran down the slickened, shiny shaft.
“Good work, girl, twenty more minutes and you’ll get there,” Jonas called from above.
“Jesus, twenty minutes,” Jessie thought to herself as she felt the burn in her thin forearms.
“You know, some dirty talk might speed up the process,” the old brute huffed through heavy breaths.
“I am NOT doing that,” Jessie replied, as she focused on wrangling the huge cock with her gloved hands.
“Suit yourself, sweetheart, at least play with my balls a bit,” Jonas coaxed.
“Jesus, fine,” Jessie responded as she steadied the monster with her left hand and cupped one of the man’s meaty orbs with her right. She rolled the apple-sized nut in her hand, feeling the thick churn of the contents of his leathery ball sack. They churned as she moved to heft the other chubby testicle, feeling the weight of his burden.
“I swear I don’t know how you walk around with this thing,” the blonde commented, smiling up at Jonas, pleased with her attempt at humor.
“Shhh,” Jonas crowed loudly, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of the young nurse playing with his aching, apple-sized balls, “back to stroking sweet thing…”
“Sweet thing,” Jessie mused internally. The whole experience was almost otherworldly. Here she was, in some musky apartment in Nowheresville, Ohio, jerking off the biggest cock she’d ever seen. At the same time, her boyfriend waited in the car.
She was headstrong.
A confident young woman.
A competent caregiver.
And despite all that, she felt a calm rush over her as she began stroking the giant cock again with renewed vigor.
“Fuck, almost there, girl, ” Jonas growled.
“He needs me,” she thought to herself, a smile curling at her gaunt cheeks.
“Stroke faster, squeeze it. Base to tip.”
“Yes,” she answered in her head, ignoring the pain in her arms and the sour smell emanating from the brute’s sweaty groin.
“Coax it out, girl, come on!”
Jonas’s words spurred her forward. She watched her hands move, like they had a mind of their own. There was no pain, nothing, just the feel of pleasure she was delivering to the needy man.
“All…most…there!!!”
“Cum for me damnit,” Jessie cried, her voice awash with desperation and a desire to see the results of her arduous labor.
“Ohhh shitttt!!!”
Jessie recoiled, still stroking, as the first hot blast of cum fired like a shotgun, landing with a splash on her forehead.
“Ahhh! Damnit! Fuck!”
Jonas growled in pain as a second, angry salvo shot out, landing square above Jessie’s eyes, plastering her eyebrows and quickly running over her eyelids.
“Errghh..God!”
Another anguished howl from the bucking brute announced the third helping of his thick cum, this time plastering around the blonde’s nurse’s face, forming a thick white cum mustache on her upper lip that immediately ran down and touched her tongue, allowing her to taste the man’s acrid, salty offering.
“Stop,” Jessie croaked, her small voice lost beneath another manly grunt from Jonas.
The fourth and fifth jizz blasts formed an unending spray that hit Jessie’s sharp chin with force and fell wetly on the neckline of her scrubs.
“Keep stroking!” Jonas ordered with a growl, followed by another, almost distressed-sounding howl.
Jessie felt another long gout of cum strike her neck as she continued shucking with all her might. She jolted as another heavy blast joined its creamy brethren to form a river of cum that ran from her neck beneath her scrubs, wetting her bra.
“My hands,” she croaked in an exhausted wail, as she felt her strength leaving her body. Then relief as she felt Jonas’s meaty paw swipe her hand away as he took over.
“God fucking damn! Ahhh!”
“Motherfuckin’ shit!!!”
“Ohh! Grraahhh! God!”
Jessie watched, through her cum drenched visage, as each mighty roar from the stroking behemoth was followed by long blasts of cum that bathed the front of her uniform. She breathed heavily, gasping for air as the sour scent of the older man’s deluge of cum filled her snorting nostrils.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jonas moaned as three lesser, though still more than a single orgasm from Barry, cum shots fired at the hem of her smock. As he continued pulling at his meat cannon with burdensome intent.
Jessie watched as the clearly tired man released his bucking beast, letting it fall back to the couch cushion, still hard, and dripping a steady stream of thick stuff onto the carpet below like an outside faucet left on.
She came to realize why the newspapers were strewn about the apartment floor.
Then the sound of their breathing filled the musky living room.
Jonas gasped hard, both relieved and still coming down from the clearly painful ritual. When he finally caught his breath, he slapped a cummy hand on his thigh, huffing, “Good girl, bathroom’s down the hall…”
Jessie sheepishly excused herself, stepping gingerly, trying to find patches on the carpet that didn’t feel soggy against her sneaker soles as she headed towards the bathroom.
Once inside, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her face was streaked, her hair matted, thick strings of Jonas’s stuff displayed prominently on her soaked scrubs.
She should have felt humiliated.
Instead, her body stiffened as she inhaled, a rush of proud swelling inside her.
He needed her.
Really needed her.
Her hands, her effort.
The realization settled warm and heavy in her stomach as she set about trying to make herself presentable.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” Barry asked himself as he stared at the cavalcade of unread texts he had fired off. It wasn’t like Jessie not to respond; they always looked out for each other, and Barry was especially prickly about the ogre-like man’s earlier treatment of him.
Barry found himself bored; he ran his fingers over the manila envelope containing Jonas’s file.
Intrigued, he opened it, and his stomach sank as he read.
Jonas Strong, Age 65
Diagnosis: Severe idiopathic hyperspermia with chronic seminal hypertension.
Required Treatment: Minimum three full drainages daily to prevent acute pelvic pain and risk of rupture.
Patient Measurements (Last Clinical Assessment):
• Erect length: 12.8 inches
• Girth: 6.0 inches
• Testicular size: Markedly enlarged, each measuring approximately 180-200 mL in volume with notable turgidity and high seminal production capacity.
• Average ejaculate volume: 180-240 mL per session
• Required drainages: Minimum 3x daily
Previous nurse notes:
Note 1- Nurse F Patel (Visit 4):
Patient continues to produce exceptionally high semen volumes. The mechanical pump reached maximum capacity during the first extraction and began leaking noticeably. Patient remained cooperative during the second and third draining, though the machine’s lack of structural integrity caused some consternation during the process.”
Note 2- Nurse P Morales (Visit 2):
“A mechanical pump was used successfully for the first two drainages. During the third drainage, the device began to overheat and lose suction pressure approximately 35 minutes into the session. Patient displayed frustration at the machine’s progress and requested manual drainage. Seeking further guidance on adherence to program policy around expanded extraction methods.”
Note 3- Nurse J Thompson (Visit 1):
Patient insisted the medical pump was non-functional at the start of today’s visit and could not be used. All three drainages were performed manually. Patient required extended stimulation time, particularly during the final session. Staff experienced considerable forearm fatigue and physical exhaustion. The volume and sensory properties of the patient’s ejaculate, combined with his physical presence, have made it increasingly difficult to maintain appropriate professional boundaries. REQUEST: My significant other has strongly urged me to request reassignment, and I believe this would be in the best interest of both the patient and my own professional well-being.
“Jesus, Jess, what the fuck have we gotten into?” the skinny, long-haired nurse said aloud as he re-read the file a second time, staring at the request line in the final note. He’d never seen anything like it in a professional case file before. The nurse clearly was losing her professional distance from him. The thought should have disgusted him. Instead, it sent a confusing pulse of heat through his body.
His mind raced as the arrogant old man’s measurements ran in his head. Barry’s penis was exactly four inches. Jessie had never complained, but the thought of her giving a cock three times his size a handjob sent a shiver of inferiority down his spindly back.
“I’ll just go check on her, no harm in that,” he reasoned as he felt the rush of the Ohio winter bite at his thin jacket as he followed the cracked concrete back to Jonas’s door.
Barry’s balled fist paused at the door. He breathed in heavily, resigned to another interaction with the burly brute. He steadied himself, thinking assuredly, “He’s just another asshole,” as he knocked more softly than he’d hoped.
The door opened.
Jonas stood there shirtless now, wearing only tight black boxer briefs that appeared to struggle to contain his massive, soft cock. The outline was obscene. Barry had to fight to tear his eyes from the frayed waistband of the tattered underwear that revealed a garden of coarse, curled grey pubic hair and seemed to sag further as the powerful oaf shifted, the fat bulge pulling at the tenuous garment from its sheer weight.
“Whaddaya want, squirt?” Jonas growled.
“I-I was just checking…It’s, uhhh, it’s been some time…”
“I’ll send her out when I’m done,” the mountainous man shouted.
The door slammed again, harder this time, clearly with emphasis.
Barry stood slack-jawed. He’d encountered many older men during their assignments over the years. To him, they were all jerks, and he treated them as such. He figured it was his little way of chipping away at the toil of his fatherless childhood, and once he met Jessie, doing it for her, too.
But something about Jonas gave him pause.
He shook his head, muttering obscenities in the safety of the cold, vacant hallway, and shuffled back to the car.
**********
“Find everything alright, darlin’?” Jonas asked, his politeness returning after the soothing relief of having relieved his burden. He sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide.
Jessie was running a wet towel, one of the last clean ones she could find, buried in the closet of the bathroom, through her hair.
She had spent the better part of fifteen minutes cleaning Jonas’s thick sperm from her face and body. There wasn’t much she could do about her uniform. As she walked into the dimly lit living room, she could feel it hardening, much like the towel, as the wetness of Jonas’s huge cum extraction hardened into a stinky semen starch that made her shirt feel hard against her soft skin.
“Yes, thank you, mister…I mean Jonas.”
She moved quietly, returning to the safety of her original spot on the sectional, composing herself as she felt the older man’s eyes watching her, covered by his creamy countenance.
“I have to apologize,” the gruff man offered with a smile, “even when I tell you, nurses, what to expect, well, shit, it always ends the same way.”
“No, no, ” Jessie responded, her professionalism returning, “No need to apologize. It’s, you know, just how you are.”
The two shared a soft laugh, realizing that the sweet reply did little to hide the awkwardness of the encounter.
“So you’re what, like a nomad?”
Jessie snorted as the shirtless brute made the shift to small talk.
“I guess so,” Jessie replied, “Barry and I, we just haven’t ever wanted to put down roots.”
Jonas nodded as he pried further, “No kids? Family? Nuthin’?”
Jessie’s guard went down at Jonas, taking an interest in her life. She really only talked to Barry, opening up to someone else felt, strangely, freeing.
“No, our families are a mess. No dads, our moms, I mean…they tried…I guess…”
Her eyes sparkled as the hairy oaf nodded, his eyes looking into hers, interested and pushing her to continue.
“But, I mean, we’re talking about it. We’ve been traveling forever. It’s nice and exciting. But I guess it’s that nagging biological need, you know, to find where we fit.”
Jonas leaned forward, taking a swig of a can that looked like it had been sitting on the coffee table for days, as he finally replied, “And the fairy out there, he’s taking care of you?”
“Be nice,” Jessie scolded with a smile, “Barry tries, he and I, we just, we’re like one person almost. We’ve never been shown how to do all this, like grown-up stuff. We’re figuring it out…I think…”
“Listless,” Jonas said, the word falling with a judgmental thud that made Jessie sink further into the worn sectional sofa.
“I guess you could call it that…”
The two sat in silence for a long minute, Jessie laboring to breath through her mouth to avoid the musky scent of the room, and Jonas’s dried cum on her scrubs.
Finally, she spoke.
“So, how long until you need to…go again?”
Jonas guffawed, his manly laugh echoing in the dank room.
“Honey, I can cum all day if I want, that’s the curse of this shit,” he groaned, hefting his tired python with his huge hands as it longed, half-hard in his stinky underwear, “But I ain’t as spry as I once was, feel like I need a nap.”
Jessie jumped at the chance to gather herself. She eyed her phone and the avalanche of texts from Barry she needed to respond to.
“That’s fine, Jonas,” Jessie offered, “I can read my book, you can just let me know when you need to, when you feel like you need…”
“I got it, sweetheart,” Jonas replied as he lurched from the sofa.
Jessie saw the pain and effort the older man endured as he rose to his feet. She felt a sudden tinge of sorrow for the bear-like man’s state. She reasoned that his gruffness was more of a defense mechanism than his actual demeanor as she diagnosed his aging body with her skilled, clinical eye.
“Think you can make some lunch, maybe clean up a bit in here,” Jonas asked.
The blonde nurse’s first inclination was to protest. That wasn’t her job. She was a caregiver, not a maid. But she watched the huge man’s lumbering steps and felt the rush of the need to help him, which she usually never felt with other patients. Her helpful nature outweighed the vileness of her surroundings and the tediousness of the task she was asked to do.
“S-sure, I could do that for you, Jonas…”
“Good then, see ya in a few, rest those arms,” he replied as he disappeared down the dark hallway.
***************
Barry fumbled with his phone as he sat, slouched down in the driver’s seat of the rental car. He’d read and re-read Jonas’s file, even now it sat on his lap, like some forbidden text.
“H-hey,” he croaked.
“Soooo, that happened,” the softness in Jessie’s voice cooling the protective fire in her boyfriend’s belly.
“Babe, who the hell is this guy? I read the file, he’s like a mutant or something…”
Jessie laughed, her tone almost quiet, as she replied, “Bear, it’s…it’s unreal. He literally covered me in his…umm…stuff…”
“Jess!” Barry yelled in the warm vehicle, idling outside the apartment building. “You gotta get out of there, we’ll figure it out!”
“Shhh,” she whispered, “He’s sleeping now.”
“I don’t give a fuck if he’s sleeping now…I…”
“Bear,” Jessie shot back quickly, quietly, “Double pay, remember? We need this one.”
The line fell silent as Barry vacillated between trying to kick down the brute’s door and rescuing his girlfriend, and his awareness of the disparity in their financial situation.
“So what now?” he asked, relinquishing the high ground.
“Well, I’m about to start cleaning. Babe, this place is foul…”
“Cleaning?” Barry’s tone was filled with a sarcastic astonishment. He and Jessie moved from place to place so often that they didn’t worry about things like tidying their living space. The enthusiasm in her voice gave him pause.
“He’s not so bad, babe,” Jessie replied, “He really needs the help. I think I can make some headway in here before he wakes up.”
“Okay,” Barry responded, relenting against his better judgment. “Just, you know, call me if things get crazy.”
“Will do sweets,” she replied.
*********
“How’s my new favorite nurse?”
Jonas’s booming voice made Jessie jump as she finished piling up a stack of soggy newspapers from years long past. She blew a stray strand of her blonde locks from her eyes, smiling her brace-filled smile, as Jonas complimented her work.
“I’ve never kept a place for anyone, not even Barry,” she realized quietly as she watched the lumbering lummox shake his head with satisfaction, finding she enjoyed gaining his approval.
Jessie had spent the better part of the last hour cleaning the kitchen with the remnants of what was probably Windex, and it had left the area smelling cleaner. She’d tried to work on the carpets, using a few errant towels that felt more like cardboard given their dried, semen-stiffened state, but her efforts felt in vain.
“I tried Jonas, I think if I had a week, a cleaning crew, and a barrel full of bleach, we might get this place livable again.”
Jessie found herself looking up the man’s prodigious beer-belly, as they both took in her attempt at humor.
“You’re makin’ me blush, sweetie,” Jonas replied through a grin.
“Maybe during our time together, I can make this house a home again…”
The words left her mouth before she could stop them. She hadn’t meant to say it like that, like she was offering something more than cleaning.
Jonas just smiled, slow and knowing, and Jessie felt her freckled cheeks burn. She never wanted to take care of a place before.
Never wanted to take care of anyone like this.
“Oh, you’re helpin’ plenty, Jess,” the huge man chuckled, “Find any lunch in there?”
Jessie jumped to move past him as she responded, excited to show what she had dug up in the kitchen. “Yes, after I threw out Chinese boxes from before I was in high school and cleaned up more than one Tupperware that looked like a science experiment, yes, I did.”
Jessie turned the corner with a plate that was the closest she could find to something nutritious in the clearly forgotten kitchen. She placed it before the huge man, her cheeks turning crimson at his look of thanks.
“You’ve got to start eating better, Jonas,” Jessie said, careful not to scold the older man as she wanted to build a positive rapport with him and not jeopardize the needed payday.
“I know, I know,” he replied between bites, “It’s just, my Agnes used to handle all this stuff. I’m tellin’ ya, Jess, I used to be a real catch.”
“I’m sure,” Jessie replied warmly, pleased that he was eating the meal she prepared without complaint. She wasn’t much of a cook, so seeing this mature man enjoying the fruits of her labor gave her a warm, buzzing feeling in her stomach.
“How’s what’s-his-name doin’?”
Jessie chanced a playful slap on the big man’s thigh, frowning at the thick bulge in his underwear, “Barry. And he’s fine. He checked in, wanted to make sure you were behaving…”
Jonas laughed as he used an errant t-shirt to wipe his mouth, “Surprised he hasn’t jumped through the window yet!”
“He’s really a good guy. He takes care of me. And at the very least, he’s grown up a ton since I first met him.”
“He should be working too, your little dream life is gonna take both of y’all…”
“He will,” Jessie. “He’s looking for assignments right now. He’s not, I don’t know…”
“Go on,” Jonas coaxed as he sprawled his huge body on the couch.
Jessie shuffled her tight body away from his huge feet, hiding her disdain at the rank aroma from his clearly worn socks. She resettled herself and continued.
“He’s not as good as me at all this. He tries. I just don’t know if nursing is his thing.”
“Man should take care of his woman,” Jonas said matter-of-factly as he licked the remnants of his meal from his thick finger, “No excuses.”
Jessie opened her mouth, then closed it. She thought of Barry, sweet, loyal, boyish Barry, as a guilty feeling twisted in her chest. She loved him, she did. But sitting here with this huge, sturdy older man, who could break down her walls with a few words, who clearly needed her, made something shift inside her.
“I guess…we take care of each other,” she said, but the words sounded thin even to her.
“Well, you’re takin’ care of me just fine,” Jonas guffawed as he folded his massive arms behind his head, “Speaking of which, after you put the dishes away, I think I’m ready for round two.”
Jessie instinctively looked at her phone, as if it were her only lifeline. She glanced back at the mountainous man looking back at her expectantly.
“Okay, I think I’m ready,” she replied as she cleared the coffee table, steeling herself for the coming business at hand.
**********
Barry was currently fiddling with a phone game as he sat quietly in the rental car. He knew he should have been looking for open nursing opportunities, but he reasoned he was too upset to imagine what was going on in Jonas’s apartment.
“Go in there, bro,” he told himself as his hand absent-mindedly massaged the manila folder containing the older man’s file.
This had happened once before: some bedridden senior had gotten too handsy with Jessie as she checked him for bed sores. Barry was helping out, changing the man’s bedpan when he came on the scene.
Barry yelled.
Jessie apologized.
The man, somewhere between dementia and the hereafter, had made a scene. The couple’s assignment ended early, and Barry had to apologize profusely to his girlfriend. She was mad for a long minute. But she had complimented her thin boyfriend on his chivalry.
He got lucky that night.
But as he considered playing the white knight again, something made him pause. He’d come to his girlfriend’s aid more than once during their relationship.
He’d never been cowed before.
Never backed down.
But something about the burly brute filled Barry with a sense of jealousy and the accompanying shame. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” he thought to himself as he replayed his last interaction with the older man.
He dropped his phone and opened the file, immediately focusing on the nurses’ passage that made his heart flutter.
“The volume and sensory properties of the patient’s ejaculate, combined with his physical presence, have made it increasingly difficult to maintain appropriate professional boundaries.”
Barry closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Jessie was going through in there with the huge-cocked patient.
He sighed as his hand moved to rub at his painfully erect penis.
He looked around the sparsely filled parking lot and freed his aching penis from his scrubs, touching himself gingerly as his eyes fixed on the door, mere feet away from the car.
**********
“How much longer?” Jessie whined as she kneeled on the carpet beside the sectional, feeling her knees drenched with a wetness she didn’t want to discover the source of. She was shucking her gloved hands along Jonas’s rampant monster cock, thankful that he had given her an industrial-sized jar of Vaseline to assist her during this round. The slippery beast bucked in her hands excitedly as she gripped it like trying to wrangle a freshly caught bass.
“You keep staring at it like that, and I might blow like your schoolboy boyfriend,” Jonas cried as he smiled down at her over his bulbous gut.
“I am not staring,” Jessie replied, even as she recognized how close she had maneuvered her face to the thick endowment, observing the maze of blue and purple veins that pumped with purpose in her gliding hands.
“You’re a natural sweetie,” Jonas groaned as the second drainage moved past the twenty-minute mark, “Taking care of Daddy so good…”
Jessie felt her face flush again at Jonas’s proclamation. Something inside her melted at his manly words.
“I’m helping him; he really needs me,” she mused internally, feeling a rush of purpose as she redoubled her efforts. Ignoring the white-hot pain in her elbows.
As she fought with the beast, she focused on the rhythmic bounce of his fat balls against the couch cushion as he spread his meaty thighs so wide Jessie thought his leg might bring her aloft.
“Almost…there,” she asked after a long five minutes of steady stroking, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, as she gripped Jonas’s steeled monster at the thick base with her other hand.
“Gettin’ there,” Jonas growled, mildly perturbed at the thin blonde’s unplanned rest, “you need a break?”
“It’s just…I’m clearly not built for something like this…”
Jonas snarfed at the cute nurse’s unfortunate choice of words as he deftly took the opening. “What do you mean? Bart’s not quite this big?”
“It’s Barry,” Jessie said, gripping the veiny cock in her thin digits and moving her head, acting like she was playing hide and seek on either side of the oafish man’s considerable girth, “And no, he doesn’t have a dick that looks like it belongs on a horse…”
Jonas chuckled at her as her brace-filled smile appeared on either side of his thick cock. “Daddy Dick, that’s what my Agnes used to call it. Really enjoyed that…”
“Daddy Dick, huh?” Jessie mused, staring at the bloated thing, and ran her gloved fingers over it again. “I see what she meant…”
“Damn thing got me in a lot of trouble,” Jonas said through a contented grunt as Jessie began stroking again.
Jessie was so focused on the slithering, powerful mass of flesh in her hands that she didn’t even look away as she replied, “How so?”
“Well,” Jonas groaned as the pain and pleasure of his impending orgasm began to boil deep in his bull nuts, “Agnes and I had two kids…they’re gone now…barely visit…”
“That’s terrible, “Jessie replied, still barely registering that the man was speaking to her, as she marveled at a thick drool of pre cum that bubbled and slid down over her shuddering hands.
“No, it’s fine. I used to be a real jerk. Cheated on Agnes more times than I can remember…”
“Used to be,” Jessie mused internally as she squeezed at Jonas’s mid-shaft, causing the powerful brute to gurgle an expletive that urged the young nurse on.
“No tellin’ how many of my brood are running around Ohio,” Jonas replied as his breath caught. Jessie’s technique was improving, even as she seemed to be succumbing from exhaustion at the long handjob. “Finish strong, sweet thing…”
Jessie breathed deeply through her nose as she felt the now familiar signs of the mature man getting close.
“Cum for me,” she huffed, jumping as she felt Jonas’s huge paw engulf her wrist and assist her in keeping up the proper speed to bring him over the edge.
“Daddy, call me Daddy,” Jonas growled.
Jessie watched the brute using her hand like a fleshlight as her other hand teased and twisted the mass of foreskin around the blunt, bulbous glans.
She felt something warm and dangerous bloom in her chest at the word.
“Daddy,” she thought to herself. The word shouldn’t have landed like that. It should have felt wrong. Instead, her body flushed. This huge, demanding, broken man needed her in a way no one ever had. Not Barry. Not her parents. Not any patient she’d ever cared for. He needed her strength, her hands, her willingness to stay even when it was filthy and exhausted.
For the first time in her life, she felt moored to something, her small hands clinging to Jonas’s veiny, angry cock like it was a bastion in a storm.
“Strokin’ Daddy so good…”
“Daddy,” her mind repeated, like the words were imprinting in her horny mind. Jonas’s manly voice searing into her soul, once adrift, now fastened to something that gave her meaning. Purpose.
Her mind was swimming, her head rushed, and she felt like she might pass out as the words flowed like a siren-call from her thin lips, “Cum for me, Daddy!”
“Shit, goddamn, fucker!” Jonas crowed as the first blast of cum flew like a rocket from his turgid cock, striking the popcorn ceiling above.
Jessie followed the blast and watched horrified as it was joined by a second shot that landed with a splay on the white ceiling and began raining down like dripping water from a burst pipe.
“Ahhhh, fuck…ARghhhh!”
Jessie felt the voluminous cum chugging up Jonas’s cock, staring cross-eyed at the angry, reddened cock head. The cum paused at the pulsing cock head, like it was gearing up for an explosion.
It did.
Three opaque white, shotgun blasts of cum fired skyward, landing on the mountainous man and the poor, defenseless couch upholstery that looked like it had been through this routine for years.
“How can I help?” Jessie cried, somewhere between sick fascination and concern for the burly man who was writhing in pain and ecstasy.
“Keep strokin’ little one,” Jonas huffed as more blasts fired forth, bathing the hairy man in his own thick semen. Each shot was followed by Jonas howling like an injured animal.
“Help him, help him,” Jessie told herself, ignoring the flame-like pain in her thin arms, determined to help the pained brute. She released her hand from his thickened base and grabbed his bloated ball sack, bulging his huge nuts.
She wasn’t just helping anymore.
She was taking care of him.
The realization hit her harder than the smell, the mess, or the searing pain.
“He needs this. He needs me.”
“That’s the stuff! Fuck!”
More sniper shots of cum fired forth, each one splashing on Jonas’s heaving chest. First at his neckline, then matting the nest of coarse chest hair between his massive pectorals, followed by a third that pooled and overflowed his belly button, running down his prodigious boiler like too much syrup over a stack of pancakes.
“Keep going, keep cumming, Daddy!” Jessie’s eyes flew wide at her words of encouragement that flowed from her brace-filled mouth before she could think. She resumed stroking up and down Jonas’s still spurting cock, brushing his thick hand aside as she took over.
“I…Jesus…Fucking, fuck, FUCKER!”
Jessie smiled as she milked the remainder of Jonas’s cum from his heavy, slightly flagging cock. Each pull of her tired fingers produced a dollop of creamy cum that ran over her fingers and pooled at the older man’s groin area.
She barely registered his pained grunts as she focused on the heavy burden that seemed without end. Only when she felt Jonas’s heavy hand on her wrist, now seemingly begging her to stop, did she slow her strokes, still watching as more cum emerged and ran, slow and lazy, down his thick length.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Jonas panted as he came down from the orgasmic high.
“Did I…was that good?” Jessie asked, looking up with sparkling eyes at the tired giant of a man.
“So good,” Jonas called, running his cum covered hand through her blonde locks, “So fucking good.”
Jessie registered the wet feel of Jonas’s rough sausage fingers as he brushed her cum-dampened bangs aside, looking at her almost reverently. She knew that a line had been crossed, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned into the touch without thinking, eyes half-lidded, feeling strangely at peace despite the filthiness of it all, as the back of his brusk hand slid wetly across her warm cheek.
For a moment, even as the heat and musk from their encounter baked up a particularly foul-smelling perfume, the two stared at one another, something unknown traveling between them. Jessie was absent-mindedly running her fingers through a particularly viscous puddle of Jonas’s scum, circling it as her nail pressed into his soft belly, her sharp, cum-dotted chin resting on his upper thigh.
“You need a maid,” she whispered playfully.
“I got you for the next few weeks,” he replied with a chuckle, squeezing her thin arm for emphasis.
“Do you need some water?” she asked, her mind buzzing at her sudden subservience, and how it didn’t make her recoil like earlier in the day.
“How about a towel first,” Jonas said, pointing at his cum-covered body, with a hearty laugh.
“Got it, boss,” Jessie said, almost lovingly, as she bounded up and went to find a towel that wasn’t dried and hard from the mighty man’s massive, meaty, matting, man-juice.
Barry’s hand moved like lightning, his quick breaths fogging the windshield as he flogged away at his penis.
He hated himself for it.
Hated how hard he was.
“I’m supposed to protect her,” he whined in his head.
He’d jerked off twice in the past hour and was overwhelmed by the feelings of humiliation and shame at leaving his girlfriend alone with Jonas for what was about to become the whole day. Everything was so foreign. He was the headstrong one, always doing what he wanted. Now, for once, he felt like he was doing what he was told. And the horniness of it all confused him.
“Shit!”
Barry gritted his teeth as he slipped his scrubs over his still hard penis. He gave a weak smile to a particularly nosy senior couple who were walking their dog and eyeing him in the idling rental car, with that elderly suspicion Barry hated.
“Keep walking,” he growled, offering a weak smile that conveyed his harmlessness to the octogenarians.
The street lights came on, indicating dusk was near, as he checked his phone.
She’d been in there for hours.
Barry emerged from the car, needing to stretch his legs and get a breath of fresh air.
He circled the car, eyes still fixed on the door, considering for the hundredth time approaching the door to check on Jessie.
But, like all the times before, he went for the safety and warmth of the car.
To his delight, a text from Jessie awaited him.
“Two down, one more to go…”
Barry exhaled, feeling his gaunt body relax as he typed back, “You’ve got to be exhausted…”
“Bear, it’s incredible. He’s really quite a guy. He’s showering now.”
Barry stared at the message, his teeth gritting.
“Quite a guy,” he mused aloud—the same man who had slammed the door in his face…twice.
“You gonna have strength for me tonight?” he asked, his fingers slow and deliberate as the knot in his stomach twisted tighter.
“LOL, I’m soooo tired, but I’ve never been so horny,” she replied.
Barry laughed as he typed, “Well, save it for me, baby…”
Jessie typed back simply, the “100” emoji, followed by, “He’s coming back, I’ll try to hurry him up…”
Barry smiled and responded, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“LOL,” Jessie typed back.
*********
“Got one more in ya’,” Jonas asked as he toweled off his barrel chest, entering the living room freshly showered for the first time today.
“Do you?” Jessie asked playfully, watching him wander back to the couch and lumber down, in his usual barbaric way, that tested the validity of the couch’s structural integrity.
“Hahaha,” Jonas guffawed, “I think we both know the answer to that!”
They smiled at each other. Jessie enjoyed the welcome smell of soap that emanated from Jonas’s showered body, though it was barely an oasis from the desert of stale cum and man sweat that assaulted her nostrils.
“I like you, Jessie,” Jonas crowed, moving his meaty hands behind his head as he lounged like a king on the sofa, “You’re funny, and you don’t scare easy. Not like the others.”
Jessie smiled, softer than before, her braces gleaming in the dull light. “Most people don’t need me as you do.”
“Not even the little puppy dog waiting for you outside?”
Jessie rolled her eyes as her face pulled into a practiced pout that made her braces gleam in the dull yellow living room. “You know I’m going to make you two the best of friends before this is all over, right?”
Jonas snorted loudly at the idea.
They both felt the strangeness in the air as they bantered easily for another thirty minutes.
They talked about Jessie’s plans, which definitely didn’t include Ohio. “Ehh, it ain’t so bad, during the few summer months,” Jonas allowed.
They discussed Jonas’s condition and the need for the new machine, because as Jessie put it, “No human could keep this up forever.”
Jonas pressed her on Barry, and she finally relented at his pestering about her boyfriend’s laziness. “Remember, we guys don’t pay for the cow if we get the milk for free.”
“That’s rich coming from a bull like you,” Jessie responded, making them both laugh warmly in the smelly living room.
Jessie was actually enjoying the conversation. The burly man had let his guard down for her. And she had followed suit. She found that she could talk to the mature man for hours. She hung on his stories, and he appreciated her humor and genuine concern for his well-being.
An errant text from Barry, however, ended their warm conversation. Jessie crooked her eyebrows as she read it.
“Jonas, it’s getting late. I’m frickin’ exhausted. Could we do your last draining?”
Jonas lifted his bushy eyebrow and replied through a wry smile, “You know I’m ready. But, you gotta promise to come back tomorrow…”
Jessie smiled at him and replied genuinely, “Of course, you know I’m in.”
“Good then,” Jonas replied, as he peeled down his fresh grey sweatpants. Jessie wondered if they were the only pants he owned.
She eyed his tired-looking beast of a cock, which lay napping against his bulging thigh, pulsing in its peaceful slumber.
“Ready for me,” Jessie asked.
“Get over here, girl,” Jonas crowed back at the kneeling, beautiful blonde.
********
Finally, after another two full hours, the apartment door opened.
Barry craned over the steering wheel, eyes peeled.
Jessie was in her scrubs, holding her winter jacket clasped around her hands, her gaze firmly on the stone steps in front of the old man’s door. Jonas must have made a joke because Jessie turned her face up and looked like she was beaming at whatever the older man had said.
Barry sank behind the steering wheel as the huge man watched her walk towards the waiting car, his hairy arms crossed over his chest, smiling contentedly.
He watched Jessie walking gingerly back towards the idling rental car.
She looked completely wrecked. Her long blonde hair was matted against her thin face. Her navy scrubs looked darker, wet from the neckline to the hem, it clung tightly to her small breasts. As she approached the car, Barry’s eyes grew wide, realizing that his beautiful girlfriend was doused in what had to be the ogre-like man’s semen.
“Ev-everything okay,” Barry said, trying to hide his gasp.
“Y-yes…exhausted…”
Jessie winced as she bent down to enter the car, the front seat filling with the powerful musk Barry had smelled earlier that day.
She didn’t look at Barry right away. She could feel his eyes on her, on the mess in her hair, on her soaked scrubs. Part of her felt guilty, a natural response she figured, returning to her boyfriend covered in another man’s seed. But another part, the part warming in her belly, felt strangely proud of her effort that day.
“Babe, you’re covered in…”
Barry tried to act normal, even as the stench from his girlfriend’s soiled scrubs assaulted his senses, and that was nothing compared to the sight of his cute girlfriend smiling out the front windshield, waving at the shirtless behemoth observing them from the cold, unforgiving Ohio weather.
She had been in there for more than six hours.
“He gave me an extra fifty bucks,” Jessie said with pride as she finally turned to face the bewildered Barry.
“L-looks like you earned it,” Barry responded without thinking, kicking himself at the accepting tone in his crackling voice.
“Let’s go home,” she croaked as a strand of the thick goo ran down her forehead.
*********
Barry followed behind his clearly pained girlfriend, catching her quickly discarded garments, as they both walked to the solo shower in the cramped hotel bathroom.
“Can you wash my stuff?” Jessie asked as she turned on the shower.
Barry nodded; he was eager to hear everything, but dutifully walked the short distance to the washing machine.
“Good fucking god,” he said aloud as he took in the Rorschach-like pattern of wetness that adorned her scrubs. He couldn’t help comparing the obscene amount of cum that had covered his girlfriend’s work clothes, not to mention her face and body, with the pitiful amount his penis had produced as he jerked off to the idea of Jessie being defiled in the arrogant older man’s dingy digs.
He got the machine running and almost ran back to the shower, opening the door to find Jessie gingerly rubbing her tight body with a soaped up lufa.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Barry offered as his eyes drank in her soapy physique.
Jessie’s jaw opened, but words seemed to fail her as she wrestled with explaining everything that she had witnessed that day, and how her slight boyfriend might take it.
“It’s okay…”
Jessie sighed, running a wet hand across Barry’s sharp chin, like she was re-introducing herself to him.
“Bear, it was…shocking at first…”
“I read the file,” Barry grumbled, studying the tiles of the shower.
“Not that, perv,” she said softly, “Jonas is just so…he puts on a big show. He’s this rugged dude, but, as the day wore on…I don’t know, he sort of opened up for me…”
“Jess, he’s gross,” Barry reminded, uncomfortable with the way her words were fluttering.
“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a total jerk…most of the time. But he’s had it tough. He lost his wife, I mean, his condition is pretty serious…”
Barry again cut in as Jessie moved to turn off the shower, “Yeah, must be tough having a giant cock and having women jerk you off three times a day!”
“Bear, stop…”
Barry eyed her outstretched hand and her obvious desire to change the subject. He handed her a fluffy towel, which she embraced like an old friend as she took a moment to collect herself.
“Bed,” she asked.
“You hungry?” Barry replied.
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out, can we just hit the hay?”
Barry watched her throw on a black thong that framed her pert little ass perfectly, before she covered it with an oversized t-shirt. He stripped to his boxers and joined her in the bed that felt like a dream after he had been stuffed in the small rental car for most of the day. Jessie was enjoying the soothing softness of the king-sized bed as well.
“Babe,” Barry asked as he kissed her neck, “You think we could…”
He smiled as she nodded her head and nudged her ass against the growing tent in his boxers.
The long-haired nurse playfully moved his girlfriend onto her back and climbed between her legs, fishing his boxers down with one hand before helping her shimmy out of her thong.
“I’m gonna starfish it,” Jessie announced as she splayed out on the warm bed, inviting her boyfriend to ravish her, but making it clear he needed to do all the work.
Barry wasn’t a particularly skilled lover, but he and Jessie had gotten to know each other’s bodies over the years. He ran his small hand above her mound and teased at her petals with his index finger, smiling at her as a dab of wetness ran along his digit.
“You’re wet for me, baby,” Barry croaked, as they smiled at one another.
Jessie sighed as Barry’s finger entered her. She looked up at him lovingly as he made a come-hither motion inside her, tickling her spot just right.
“That’s it, Bear,” she encouraged, through heavy breaths. Her body was caught between begging for sleep and the need to have the fire that had emerged during her session with Jonas quenched by her boyfriend.
Barry was moving his finger at a fevered pace, encouraged by his girlfriend’s moans of encouragement.
“You ready for my big dick?” Barry asked softly into her ear. He pulled back at the laugh that escaped her lips.
“What?”
Jessie smirked at him, like she was holding back a secret, but her bubbly demeanor won out as she replied, “I’m sorry. You said ‘big dick, ‘ and I immediately thought of Jonas…”
“Great,” Barry huffed as he positioned his grape-sized glans against her entrance.
“Babe, you’re amazing. And we have so much fun together. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”
“You didn’t,” Barry lied as he looked down at their bodies before returning to her earnest gaze.
He was uncomfortable, but he wasn’t about to ruin this chance.
“Tell me about him, about…it…” Barry said, moaning as his penis nestled inside her warm, familiar pussy.
“Really,” Jessie asked as she jumped from the pin-prick of pain she felt every time Barry entered her.
“Yeah, I mean, you’re mine. It’ll be fun.”
“Well,” Jessie said between sighs of pleasure, “It is like some weird, deformed creature…”
Barry laughed as he filled all four inches inside her, reveling in the familiarity of their bodies colliding.
“So he’s a freak, huh, and an old pervy creep?”
“S-sort of,” Jessie moaned, “But, god Barry, it’s powerful. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before…”
Barry scowled into the pillow as he lowered his gaunt body on his girlfriend’s thin frame, pumping his hips with pace, reacting to her almost reverent description of the old asshole. He seethed at the thought of her becoming obsessed with the huge-cocked, burly brute.
But his mind betrayed him as his voice cracked, “Tell me more….”
“His…his thing was scary when it was hard,” she mused as she ticked off more accounts of Jonas’s masculinity.
Barry grunted, feeling secure inside Jessie’s sweet snatch, snapping his hips hard like each thrust was reclaiming ownership of her body.
“His balls, oh my God, his balls, they’re like baseballs, so full…”
Her long-haired boyfriend gritted his teeth as he felt himself losing control.
“And the cum, Jesus Barry, the cum, it’s like a Super Soaker…”
“Cumming,” Barry groaned as he buried his face in her neck. His hips jerked spastically, the humiliation and arousal crashing together so violently he could barely breathe.
Jessie clawed his back, holding his gaunt frame through it. Her other hand stroked his stringy brown mane.
When Barry finally stilled, she kissed his temple.
“I felt something,” Jessie whispered, “It was like finding purpose. He needed me, Bear. Really needed me.”
“I need you too,” Barry croaked, his throat dry.
Jessie kissed his temple, but her mind was still half in that musky, swamp-rot-smelling apartment. She could still smell Jonas on her skin even after the shower. It was like everything, the scents, the taste, the presence of the bear-like man, had shifted her mind, moved something inside her.
“Babe,” Barry asked, trying to catch her eyes as she looked like she was looking through him.
“I know, babe,” she said softly, recomposing herself, “This is good for us. Good money. And maybe Jonas can help us find our way…”
Barry didn’t answer. He didn’t trust his voice.
*********
The two skinny lovers lay tangled in the dark; the cheap motel air conditioner rattled, loud and constant. Sleep found Jessie quickly, her body succumbing to the exhaustion of her day.
Barry lay awake, staring at the ceiling, one arm around her, his mind spinning.
He’d find a new assignment tomorrow.
Maybe somewhere out of town, and they could leave this weird experience behind them.
As he came to terms with the idea, Jessie’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He leaned across her gingerly, not wanting to wake her.
It was from Jonas.
“Same time tomorrow, sweetheart. Don’t be late.”
Barry sighed as he set the phone back down carefully.
He looked at Jessie’s sleeping face, still faintly marked by Jonas’s dry cum along her hairline, as something settled in his chest that he didn’t want to explore.
She looked so peaceful.
Content.
Like she had finally found something she’d been missing.
Barry settled in and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tight, like he could protect her from whatever was already happening.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
No matter how tightly he held her, he was barely hanging on.
To Be Continued…?
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