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With the hot water pelting us, Nick and I got lathered up using the odorless liquid soap the hospital provided for us. Nick was moving very slowly, doubtless nervous about what he'd promised to do for me. I grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and kissing him.
"Come on!" I said pointing down to my member, slick with water and pointing straight upward in excitement. Nick was hesitant.
"I have to wash my hair."
He complained. I grabbed both of his wrists.
"Just try. Please!"
Nick sighed, and I could tell he wasn't sure what to do. I put my hand on the top of his wet head and guided him down to his knees, pushing my erection into his closed lips repeatedly.
"Open your mouth!" I pleaded.
My roommate looked up at me; water streamed down his face, rivulets running off his soaked brown hair and dripping onto his full eyelashes. I pleaded again, he opened his mouth, slightly, just enough for me shove the head of my cock inside, and he began to lick it, then my shaft. I moaned.
"That feels so good man, so good. Keep going bro."
Nick opened wider, allowing me to put my dick into his mouth halfway. I grabbed the back of his head and started to slowly fuck his wet mouth. After several more attempts he let me go deeper and deeper; faster and faster. I groaned in pleasure; he choked on my dick as it entered his throat.
"Ah, thanks Nick!"
Big mistake, apparently. I noticed something was wrong when my mate shut his mouth; he was sitting on the shower floor and covering his face with both hands.
"Nick?" I asked, concerned. I knelt down, trying to discern what was going on.
"Nick?" I asked again.
"Stop it!" He snapped, "Stop saying my name!"
I could hear in his voice that he was crying. I grabbed him by both sides of his body and pulled him to his feet, dragging him out of the shower and handing him a towel which he used to cover his face. I took another and dried off his hair.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked him. But he didn't answer, and I could hear him continue to quietly sob. I enveloped his body in a hug; he laughed slightly as he cried, which was maybe a good sign.
"Did I do something wrong? I am so, so sorry." I apologized.
"No, no of course not," He responded, wiping the tears from his eyes and throwing the towel I had given him onto the floor, "it's just that I've never done... that before."
Clearly, he could see the confusion on my face, because he clarified, whispering,
"I've never had a guy's dick in my mouth before."
His lip wavered, and he broke out into sobs again. I used my thumbs to dry his eyes.
"It's okay man. It's totally okay." I reassured him.
"Yeah, for you!" He said, exasperated, only crying even harder despite my efforts. "That doesn't mean it's okay for me. I'm straight. Don't you get that?"
I sighed. I felt just horrible. I had never meant to hurt him, and told him so.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you or make you do something you didn't want to do. Honestly I thought you'd like it."
"I did like it." Nick said miserably.
"So what's the problem?" I asked, confused.
"Because I'm not supposed to like it! It's okay for you, but I'm not gay. I've never had a guy's dick in my mouth, and I've never kissed a guy."
I almost told him that he had kissed a guy, multiple times, but decided it would only make things worse. I hugged him instead.
"I love you." I whispered into his ear.
"Dude your dick is touching mine." He said, stoically. I wanted to laugh, but I put my underwear on instead.
"And don't say you love me. You don't love me."
I picked up the towel and started to dry his chest off. He let me pick up his arms and dry them off as well, limp as a rag doll.
"I do love you." I replied firmly, quickly drying his dick, balls, and then his legs, and pulling his boxers up onto him.
"How? You don't even know me."
I smiled at him, lifting his feet up so I could put his pants on him.
"I do know you. You're a great guy. And you don't deserve to feel bad about yourself. Not now, not ever. So please don't cry."
I lifted up his arms and pulled down his shirt. Nick sighed heavily.
"How can you love me," he asked, "when you don't know half the things I've done. You don't know if I'm a bad person or not. You really don't."
I smiled at him, putting my arm around his shoulder and guiding him to his bed, pushing him into a sitting position on top of his blankets.
"You're good to me," I answered him, looking through his drawer until I found a pair of black socks, "doesn't that count?" Phoenix smiled at me warmly. Tenderly, I pulled his socks on over his feet, wishing I could kiss them.
"Well that's easy," he said, "you're a great person. You're so nice to me. And you don't even care that I have a girlfriend, or a n*zi tattoo. Or that I'm here, in a psych ward. And you're so cute Eric, you have beautiful blue eyes, you're so handsome, you're so sweet, you're so..."
He trailed off; I was scared he was about to cry again, and firmly hugged him from the side. Instead, he looked over at me, quickly.
"Can I try again?" He asked.
"To suck me?" I confirmed. He nodded.
"Well I'm already ready." I replied. He looked down to see that my briefs were indeed tented.
"You're sick," he joked, "getting a boner over me crying."
"I think it's just cause I'm sitting so close to you," I laughed nervously, "you have no idea how much you turn me on. Seriously."
My roommate and I went back into the bathroom; the water was still running; we'd forgotten to turn it off. I closed the toilet seat lid and sat down. Nick got down on his knees and took my dick into his mouth, starting to lick up and down. I moaned and encouraged him to keep going. He did, and started to quicken the pace.
After several minutes I asked if he would like to lick my balls as well. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, but stuck his tongue out, gingerly licking my sack and then taking each one in his mouth and sucking.
"Dude, this is awesome." I said. Nick grinned up at me, clearly feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment; as he should.
He took my penis back into his mouth and continued to suck on it. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, groaning. Having my cock slide in and out of his warm mouth was incredible; I never wanted it to end. I told him over and over what a great job he was doing and how much I enjoyed it.
As I got closer I put my hand on his forehead to hold him back,
"I'm gonna cum, hey- hey, hold on!"
But I couldn't stop him, and he shoved my rock hard dick deep down into his throat, not letting me release inside of him, not letting up until I was well spent. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
"What, are you in shock or something?"
He asked me. My mouth was wide open. I laughed, slowly.
"No, no, that just felt... incredible! Wow! Can I kiss you man?"
"If you like the taste of your cum, I guess." My friend quipped.
I leaned down and kissed him, hard. As our kiss broke, Nick came back and kissed me on the cheek and the nose, then used his fingers to fix my hair for me. He helped me put on my pants and my shirt.
We both got into our respective beds and turned off the lights. As I began to drift off to sleep, I heard my name being whispered from across the room, "Hey, Eric," called my roommate. "Yeah?" I whispered back. "I love you too."
The next day I was leaving, and as I signed all of my paperwork, I felt a warm hand shove another piece of paper into my free hand, this one crumpled. I looked to see the back of Nick's figure walking away from me, and uncrumpling the paper he'd given me I saw a simple 10 digit number scrawled in purple marker with no name above it.