How would you change me?

by BRK   

After an accident, Zack finds himself being asked the same question by all the sexy men he meets.

I remember the first time as if it were this morning. “If you could change one thing about my body,” said the cute male nurse, bending over me a little more intimately than I would have thought was standard procedure, “what would it be?”

It was weird in so many ways. First of all, I wasn’t even sure why I was in the hospital. I had some vague memories of going swimming at the swimming hole over to Demon Lake with the rest of the soccer team. We were skinny dipping—it was fucking hot, and it was only the beginning of May—and then something—grabbed me? And I started to get pulled down, and…

And then here I was, lying in a hospital bed, a cute nurse bending over me, his cool hand resting lightly on my bare arm, and he was asking me what I would change about his body. Only…here was another strange thing: he wasn’t asking me out loud. I was pretty sure his lips hadn’t been moving somehow, like I’d heard it in my head, and his bright blue eyes were pinned on mine and yet just slightly unfocused, as if he were in a slight trace.

“How would you change me?” he asked again, and this time I was certain his lips hadn’t moved at all. He seemed like he had stilled, like his life was on hold until I answered. I glanced around. It was late—the room was in shadow except for the bed. The hallway was visible through the open door, dim and silent save for the faint, soft buzzing of fluorescent lights.

And there was the weirdest feeling like I was on hold too, maybe everything was on hold, until I answered. He was still staring at me, cute face a foot away from mine, blinking, breathing, waiting.

“What will you do for me?” I heard his voice say.

I was watching his lips, and some part of my mind was distracted by them. He’d be a good kisser, I thought. So my full attention wasn’t really on the questions I was being asked inside my mind, but I heard “do for me” and I wondered what would be good for this kid. “Make you a better nurse?” I tried to say without speaking aloud, and, to my amazement, it worked.

But the cute nurse shook his head very slightly. My brows knitted, and his voice in my head murmured, “Your gift only works on my body. What will you do for my body?”

I shrugged, staring deep into his pretty eyes. “I dunno,” I replied in my mind. All I could think of was to modify my previous answer. “Make you a sexier nurse?” I offered, adding a slight smile with my otherwise momentarily useless mouth.

His eyes closed, and he leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. I closed my eyes too, enjoying the sensation. A heartbeat passed. We opened our eyes and, he was... different.

It was hard to say exactly how. But as he pulled back from me, letting me see what he looked like, there was something potent about him. Everything about him, from the enhanced cuteness of his face to the breadth of his shoulders to the way his blue v-neck scrubs highlighted his perfect pecs and showed his hairless cleavage to his trim, grabbable waist… everything about him was sexy, intensely sexy, and by sexy I guess I really mean arousing. My cock was twitching under the sheets, and when he smiled, it was like a shot of arousal straight into my balls. I was totally hard in seconds, too turned on by how he looked and, even more, by what seemed to have happened, to be too embarrassed by the tenting.

The nurse, now sexier (than he’d been? than the other nurses?), said, out loud this time, “I’m Kevin.” And then he added in a calm, sweet, randy voice that seemed to flutter through my stomach, “Let me help you out with that.” And he was drawing back my covers to reveal that I was—naked for some reason. He seemed to drink in my soccer boy body and my average-sized but wide stiffy, and as my eyes drifted to it I wondered if it seemed a bit large somehow? But he didn’t have time to process what he’d noticed about my cock before his mouth was wrapped around it. His mouth—it wasn’t just that he knew what he was doing, somehow his mouth was sexier too—arousing. Just my achingly hard cock being inside that mouth was stimulating me to a degree I wasn’t sure I could withstand. His tongue—just a single stroke of his hot, strong tongue lapping round my fat cock made me suddenly blow a huge wad that he eagerly sucked down. I tensed up, arching my back, as a tidal wave of orgasm washed over me, and when I collapsed a few moments later, Kevin’s sweet mouth still wrapped around my still-hard cock, I felt limp, spent, and sated.

He pulled off of me and beamed at me, as if swallowing my huge load was the highlight of his day. He started to lick his full, smiling lips—there was cum all around them—but I shook my head and licked my own lips, and he smiled wider and then suddenly he was climbing up the bed on top of me and then we were making out, deep and passionate, and my hands were roaming all over his naked body—hey, when had he lost his scrubs?—and I could feel his big, perfectly proportioned 9-inch cock rubbing against my own harder-than-ever boner. I reached in between us as we kissed and grabbed our cocks, feeling a hard shudder of pleasure course through both of us which—well, the deep kissing was already so hot, just my tongue being in that mouth was as hot as a blow job, and his bulging, tight, warm body felt so electrically stimulating under my free hand, that just my other hand squeezing our fat boners together made us cum, violently, in this huge torrent, as we writhed and kissed and mashed our bods together harder and more yearningly even as we came hard in huge gouts spraying our torsos, and we kept kissing and cumming, cumming and kissing. This went on until I fell asleep or passed out, I’m not sure which, except that either way I’m pretty sure I was still cumming.

It was the next morning when I was being discharged that I discovered two strange and probably closely related facts about what I was increasingly realizing was my new life: (a) I couldn’t wear clothes anymore, and (b) my cock didn’t really get soft anymore.

I woke to Kevin’s slow, hungry kisses, an awesome way to start the day I’ll have you know and a glorious compensation for waking up in a hospital. He was lying on top of me naked, just as he had been the night before, so that I was unsure if he’d stayed there all night or had gone off to tend to his duties and come back. When I opened my eyes he pulled back and beamed at me, and his gorgeous face and the feel of his hot bod pressing down against mine would have boned me instantly had I not been rock-hard already.

“Time to get up,” he said, and it was a delight to watch his lips move for a change, because they were full and beautiful, the kind of lips where you want to feel them wrapping around your tongue, or your cock.

“But I’m already up,” I murmured cheekily, thrusting my hips up just a bit, forcing our hard and leaky boners to slide against each other. My reward was a deep kiss, his tongue feeling long and deliciously hot in my mouth.

And then I was standing at the nurses’ station, filling out discharge forms, naked as the day I was born with an 11-inch boner tapping at my navel. Being nude wasn’t weird—how normal it felt was what was weird. I’d tried getting dressed, I really had, but as I reached for the clothes someone had rescued from the lakeside something in me shied away from them, like I was trying to force myself to eat liver or roll in glass shards. I pulled my hands away with a frown, looking up to see Kevin the nurse shaking his head as though I were being very silly.

Kevin emerged from one of the rooms as I finished the forms, his wide smile when he saw me going straight to my dick. He was still naked, too, and hard, and breathtakingly arousing. It was like his bare-ass state was the universe’s way of making sure everyone got the full effect of his deep, sexual undertow.

Or had I done that? Was the nude-and-boned thing a side effect of whatever the fuck I had done? And did that mean I was patient zero?

I was still buzzing from the orgasms, and I knew I had a hundred more in me that morning alone.

Kevin kissed me languorously, giving my long cock a quick stroke, and I almost came just from that. “Stop by and see us sometime,” he said, and the other nurses and staffers, all staring at us rather dazedly, nodded and murmured indistinct seconds to this idea.

A little out of it myself, I nodded distractedly and wandered toward the elevator, still unnerved at how totally not freaked out I was being out in public with a big, wet boner and no clothes at all.

Just then I felt my phone vibrating. Out of habit, I reached for it, then paused in confusion. No pants, no phone—but even as I thought this my phone was in my hand.

I stared at it in shock. It was a text, from my buddy Joey. “Heard you got discharged finally. Waiting downstairs bud!”

I as I took in the words, I could almost hear my insatiably horny, curly blond gymrat best bro saying them softly in my ear, and underneath that was an even more subtle layer of speech. I shuddered as I made out the sounds. They were the same words Kevin had said to me.

I dropped the phone in surprise, but it vanished as it fell from my hand. My cock twitched and flexed as I pictured Joey, naked, hard, changed…

I got into the elevator, barely realizing I wasn’t the only occupant until the doors closed and a man just under my height with olive skin and a thick five o’clock shadow was right in front of me, his brown gaze warm and intent.

How would you change me? I heard his mind—or maybe it was his body—ask.

I looked at him. He was taut and fit under a tight white tee shirt, loose jeans and boots, and my hands begged me to touch him. He was older than me, mid-thirties maybe, and very handsome. The shirt was thin enough to hint at a furry chest to match his hairy, defined forearms. Nice, I thought, barely noticing how my thoughts were more dominated by sex than I was used to. I realized I could see how he might be changed, like a sculptor is supposed to be able to see the finished work in a hunk of marble. It was pretty wild, and the thought of it got me excited to see it and enjoy the results.

I met his gaze steadily. Are you sure?

The handsome man smiled knowingly, and I felt a flush of new, drunken arousal as I turned the locks that freed his new, improved form.

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