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C.H.E.M.O. Therapy


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(Author's Note: So I wasn't really expecting to write this story. Originally I had something much different in mind. But this is just sort of what manifested. Hope you enjoy.)

 

Part 1

Jason and I have been together for the past five years. As couples go we're pretty average. I'm 5'9", 150#, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Jason is 5'9" and 200# with black hair and brown eyes. His build is a mix of stocky and buff as he's built kind of like a bull. His facial hair is grown in nice and thick which he keeps trimmed. That's one of my favorite parts about him. His skin is also noticeably more tan than mine, accentuating his Mediterranean genetics, whereas my fairer tone reflects my European heritage.

As far as sex goes Jason is quite versatile. Despite this, however, he's been extremely generous about the fact that I haven't been able to bottom for him at all. He always lets me top and never complains. We've made plans to get married, but the deal is that Jason won't propose until I'm ready to bottom for him. I completely understand and agree. We both want our honeymoon to be a special, and shared experience.

That's why when I got my medical test results back two weeks before Valentine's Day I was utterly crushed. I had planned on telling Jason that I was finally ready. He'd propose and it would be the most romantic Valentine's ever. Instead I had to act like absolutely nothing was wrong while I tried to figure out a way to break the news to Jason. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it until Valentine's Day came. Jason has always approached the holiday very casually; not wanting to put too much pressure on our relationship.

I was sitting on the couch, lost in my thoughts, when Jason came in and handed me a Valentine's card. He'd gotten me cards in the past. For some reason though, this was the most romantic and beautifully sentimented one ever. I'm sure he was hoping to convey how much he really feels for me. Which he did accomplish. As I finished reading the card, however, I totally lost it. I set the card down on the coffee table, stood up, and grabbed his face with my hands. I made out with him with a yearning, a passion in me, now that I had never felt before for this man. Sure, we had shared passion before. Just not like this. I suddenly felt as though I would literally die if this man ever went away. We kept kissing and I maneuvered him back into the bedroom, I told him I loved him over and over again.

As we fell onto the bed I pleaded for him to make love to me. We managed to undress and I thrust into him in a way I had only managed a few times before in the past. It was as if the cosmos had aligned in that moment to grace me with the ability to hit all the right buttons for Jason. After we climaxed together I collapsed on top of my lover and gently drifted off. I was pleased knowing I had fucked him immobile.

An hour later I woke back up. Jason was just laying there awake as well. My legs were entangling one of his while I idley traced my finger around his chest. Jason turned on his side and stared to caress my arm and side.

"I love you..."

"I love you too... This wasn't really what I was expecting, but Jesus. If I had known all it took to get that kind of sex out of you was a card I would have stocked up a long time ago!"

I should have laughed. All I could do was frown though as I realized that now was as good a time as any to give Jason the news.

"Jason, I... I'm dying."

Shock and solemnity filled Jason's face at the confession.

"What do you mean??"

"A few moths ago I discovered something on my ass. I was worried it might be serious so I went to the doctor to have it checked out. I just got the final results back a few weeks ago... I have rectal cancer."

"But, there's something you can do about it, right? I mean it sounds like you caught it soon enough. There should be options. Not all people die from cancer. You could possibly beat this."

"Maybe. But a twenty-four year old with student loans who's between jobs at the moment with no health insurance can't afford treatment."

"What about your uncle? Didn't you say he was a doctor? Maybe he can help you out."

"I don't know if he'd be able to or not. All I know is that he's a doctor of some kind. My parents never really talked about him, or allowed him to be talked about."

"Well if there's any chance he might be able to help, I think it's worth contacting him. At the very least, maybe he can give you some financing resources for treatment."

Jason looked me straight in the eyes and I could feel his deep affection for me.

"I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either."

Saying that, I kissed him again and we held each other while fading back to sleep.

Tracking down my uncle was no easy feat. My parents were reluctant to help me find him at all and I didn't really want to discuss why I was so desperate to speak with him. Miraculously I ended up finding his office after a month of frustratingly persistent blood hounding. He was practicing general medicine in a city five hours away. I made an appointment to see him as soon as possible.

It was mid April before I was able to finally meet him face to face though. As I sat in one of his examination rooms I could feel my nerves going on edge. I had never met the man before even though we are relatives. The reason for that made me anxious. I also wondered what he would think of me. Would he like me? Would he hate me? Would he even recognize me? Had he ever met me as a baby? Then, naturally, there were all the fears surrounding my current health. I was starting to chicken out when he finally entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Hello Mr. Ferran. I'm Doctor Huzjak."

He held his hand out and I took it in mine to shake it. I had wondered about his last name when booking the appointment initially. Being my father's brother, I figured he would share our family name.

"It's nice to meet you doctor. You have an interesting last name. Is it Russian?"

I noticed he was around the same age as my dad. Yet his features were much different. Surprisingly, the contrast in ethnicity reminded me of Jason and I. The man let out a chuckle.

"No. Oddly enough, it's Croatian. But my family is actually Turkish. So, what's brought you in today?"

I paused a moment and then answered because there was no sense in trying to go back at this point.

"Well doctor, the truth is that you have. I believe you recognize my last name... Seeing as how it's your brother's last name; my father."

The doctor's face instantly deadpanned at my words. He was not happy about what I had just said. Not one bit.

"Look. I don't know what you're after. But whatever it is I have absolutely no interest in associating with that family ever again--"

I held my hands up and interrupted him.

"No no no. Not at all. That's not why I'm here I assure you. The fact of the matter is that I do have medical reasons for being here. But for my own sake, if you're willing. I'd like to know more about you. Growing up I could never figure out why you were such a quiet button for the family. And I promise that nothing you say will leave this room. I'm simply here for my own reasons. My parents know I'm interested in finding you. Though they don't know that I've found you yet; in case the reason you moved so far away was to hide."

The doctor sighed heavily and then looked at me a little more softly.

"I'm not hiding per se. I just understand that it's better for me not to associate with that family anymore since they really don't want me to. To be honest you don't really want to know the reasons why I left either. It's safer if you don't. The best explanation I can offer you as to why I don't associate with the family anymore is that I was originally annexed in when my mother married your grandfather. You father and I are the same age and our parents figured it would be good for us to have brothers. But your father never liked having a step brother. So we never got very close. Then as I was growing up I discovered some things about my heritage that changed my life in a major way. As soon as we turned eighteen your father cut all ties with me and refused to acknowledge me in any way. I tried to reconcile, but he never allowed it. Years later our parents passed away and I decided to give up making amends with your father. That's when I changed my last name back to my father's and moved away from home for good."

I nodded and thanked him for what he shared with me. It wasn't the full story. But knowing what dad was like, it made sense. I decided to move the conversation along to the main reason for the visit.

"So the main reason I'm here today is that I'm hoping you might be able to help me. As a general practitioner, I know you're not in the same field as the specialists I need to be seeing right now. If there is some way you can somehow help me with financial aid though, by recommending me some assistance programs or something, I'd be really grateful."

"It sounds like you've already been diagnosed then. What exactly is the issue?"

"...I have rectal cancer..."

The doctor just nodded and took everything very professionally.

"Before I can really say anything, you do realize that I will have to give you an examination myself."

I nodded and we proceeded. It was a general check up mixed with an examination of the specific concern. Considering I had already been diagnosed, the whole process when rather quickly. After I redressed we continued our conversation.

"You're only twenty-four?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... It's a shame someone so young has to have this experience... Have you considered all of your treatment options yet?"

"The doctors want to put me through radiation. As I've said though, I can't really afford it. That's why I'm hoping you can offer me some suggestions."

"I would recommend starting you on C.H.E.M.O. therapy right away."

"Well I figured chemotherapy was the same as radiation. But I already said I can't afford it."

"Not chemotherapy. C.H.E.M.O. therapy. It's a totally different method for treating cancer. It's all natural and relatively non invasive. The only thing though is that you can't tell anyone about it. I perform the treatment myself. It's a guaranteed 100% cure for the condition. But if the FDA ever found out about it there'd be all kinds of shit stirring over it. Being all natural, treatment time is considerably longer than traditional treatment. For your current level of the condition, I would estimate six months. But you need to start treatment right away before it gets any worse."

"Circling back around to the main point though, how much does it cost?"

"If you're willing to go through with it, you just let me worry about that."

I gave a moment's pause before asking him what I'd need to do.

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This has potential, I'm wondering how this will work, but I look forward to seeing the possibilities that the "C.H.E.M.O." treatment has. It reminds me (maybe intentionally) of Deadpool, how he had cancer and took part in an experiment that cured him and gave him super powers. 

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This has potential, I'm wondering how this will work, but I look forward to seeing the possibilities that the "C.H.E.M.O." treatment has. It reminds me (maybe intentionally) of Deadpool, how he had cancer and took part in an experiment that cured him and gave him super powers.

Actually, Deadpool was never cured of his cancer. It got even worse after the treatment, but because of his regeneration ability he can not die from anything (Well, if rl ohysics were involved somehow. He would die from brain damage as his memories and personality would be totally different after certain parts of the brain would be destroyed. But comic books about heroes and anti-heroes and the such are almost never like that so yeah), just like Wolverine. So unfortunately for him: he he has awesome super powers but will forever walk around looking like a horribly disfigured asshole with a tiny heart and is totally cray-cray. xD lol

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Great setup, I'm interested to see where you'll take this.

 

But this is the damn shame in some places that when you're seriously ill, treatment is limited to how much money you have.

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Part 2

I drove back home that day and packed my bags. I filled Jason in on the details. He wasn't happy about the fact that we would be living apart, completely incommunicado, for the next six months. I didn't like the thought of it either. But we both knew it was necessary for my health. We cried. We hugged. We kissed. We said our goodbyes and I love yous. Then it was time for me to get on the road. It was a seven hour drive to the location my uncle had given me. It was two hours out of town at what was supposed to be some kind of forest retreat.

I couldn't help imagining some kind of very hippy experience awaiting me over the next six months. However, when I drove up to the treatment center my jaw hit the floor. Set before me was a massive estate occupied by a mansion that looked like it was modeled after the white house. I got out of my car and my uncle along with another man who looked like a professional bodybuilder of some sort walked up to me.

"Tommy! Glad you made it. I can't wait for you to be all healed up and back to normal."

He clapped me on the shoulder as he spoke. His demeanor was a lot more informal and amiable than it had been at our first meeting. Now out of his doctor's coat I could see he was quite muscular himself underneath his navy blue polo shirt and dark denim shorts. How the hell had I missed his physique before?

"Th-thanks doctor- err, uncle. I'm hoping to get back home as soon as possible."

"Please, call me Richard. We're family after all. Juan here will take care of your car and bags. He'll take them to your room while you go through orientation with me."

I agreed and handed Juan the keys before walking off with Richard.

"There are a few other patients here. I don't keep more than a few at a time in order to maintain a low profile. If anybody asks, they're just friends who are house guests. As for treatment, which I'm sure you're most curious about, it entails a regiment of multiple therapies which are outlined in the acronym C.H.E.M.O. The first stage of your treatment involves detoxing your body of the cancer. The C stands for cleansing."

As if on cue, which he must have had prepared ahead of time, we stopped at a table with a glass set upon it containing some kind of dark green liquid. Richard took it and held it up to me.

"While you're on this stuff, your asshole's gonna burn like hell. But I promise you that this is the worst of your treatment. People on traditional chemotherapy go through this kind of thing all the time. So don't start whining about it."

He paused and then asked me to make sure I wanted to go through with this. Once I started there was no going back. I figured the alternative was death, so I didn't have much to lose. I agreed, took the glass, and chugged the contents. It wasn't a horrible taste. Though it was definitely one I wasn't accustomed to. It tasted a lot like green tea, but a little powdery for my liking. I told Richard as much and asked what was in it. He told me that it was a mix of green tea, young barley grass, and kale. He said I'd have to drink the stuff three times a day and that until I was off of it I would be sequestered to my room for obvious bathroom needs. Meals would be brought to me three times a day along with my drink. Since I wouldn't be allowed to leave my room during this period entertainment materials had been provided for me as well.

By the time Richard had finished explaining everything, we had made it to my room. I expected him to walk in behind me and explain anything else. Instead, he closed and locked the door behind me after I entered. I tried the handle and started to panic before taking a moment to calm myself. Surely I wasn't being kidnapped or swindled. Richard had already explained that I would be secluded for this first portion of my treatment. Then again, if he had wanted to use this as a chance to get revenge on my family it would be the best opportunity.

With a deep breath I decided to relax for the moment and released the door handle. Turning around I headed over to my bed where I found my luggage. Looking over to the TV I saw a gaming console hooked up to it. I turned it on and discovered there were no channels available. I guessed it was only for game play. Turning my gave over to the table in my room, I found a laptop. For some reason I figured it wouldn't have internet access and after booting it up discovered I was correct. The device was mainly loaded with more videogames to play.

Moving around the other side of the bed I tried the handles on the double French doors. Surprisingly they opened to a small balcony with a breathtaking view of the forest. At least I would get lots of fresh air so as not to get too cabin feverish. I deeply inhaled the beautifully clean air when the first wave of the many I would come to experience hit me. I dashed back into my room and slammed the bathroom door behind me. As the liquid I had drank earlier poured through me I was grateful I had managed to make it on time. Richard had been right. The stuff was setting my asshole on fire.

I felt weak after and decided some rest was in order. Stripping down I slipped into the shower hoping it would relax me some. Cleaning the special area became quite a challenge though with it's new intensified sensitivity. I managed though and redressed before slipping under the covers for a nap. Several hours later I awoke to the sound of someone entering my room. It was Juan carrying a tray of food along with another drink. He seemed pleasantly cheerful as he greeted me and set it upon my lap.

"Dinner time. Richard said to tell you to make sure to eat and drink every last bit. The meal is specifically designed to give you the vital nutrition you'll need while detoxing. It might look like a lot. But considering much of it will be flushed out, it's important to get everything in. Even if you feel like you can't do it. Oh, and here..."

Juan slipped his hand into the pocket of his way too small shorts and pulled out my car keys which he set on the nightstand of the bed.

"Alright. Thanks. So how long have you been working here?"

"Oh. I don't work here. I'm a patient."

I was a little surprised by that. Not only did Juan look like the type to have never gotten sick in his life, I was shocked to think that my uncle would use patients as staff. Before I could continue, however, Juan was headed out the door. He really was quite handsome. 5'10", maybe 250#, black hair and eyes set against tanned Caucasian features. I guessed from his name that he was one of the white Hispanic types. my dick started to stir thinking about him and I decided I better get to eating dinner instead.

I ate everything even though it made my stomach ache. I was reminded of what Richard had told me about the detox earlier and decided there were those being treated who had it a lot worse than me. So it was best to just suck it up. After dinner I moved the food tray over to the main table and decided to go back to bed. I ended up sleeping all night. Once I got up the next morning, however, I was headed straight for the bathroom again. I felt weak again afterward and decided it would be a good idea to unpack. If the detox was only going to make me weaker and weaker, I wanted to do what I could while I still had a good amount of strength left. As soon as I started, Juan came in with breakfast.

"Good morning. Glad to see you up and about. Richard says you need to keep like that no matter how weak you get since it's good for circulation. Do you want breakfast at the table, or on the veranda?"

I decided to have it on the veranda since the fresh air and sun would probably do me good. Juan was happy with the decision and agreed. After setting the tray down on the outside table, he picked up the empty one from last night and headed off. The fresh air and sun really did feel good. Despite the discomfort from a large meal I managed to sit out and soak it up for about an hour. I remembered that I needed to finish un packing and stood up to resume when another bowel irritation hit. I dashed off to the bathroom and took care of business.

When I was done I went back out to the balcony and moved my tray inside. Then I resumed unpacking. Afterward, I grabbed some fresh clothes and headed for another shower. This was the worst part of the experience so far. I tried to wash up as quickly as possible and ended up making myself dizzy. I rinsed off and then began filling the bathtub. A nice relaxing soak was definitely in order. I laid in the tub and felt like I was on cloud nine. I wanted to just fall asleep, but knew better than to do that. I eventually got out and headed for my bed again for a nap.

The next thing I knew, Juan was bringing me lunch.

"Have you been sleeping this whole time? You really shouldn't be doing that. Of course, you don't want to over tax your body right now. But you should also make sure to move around. The circulation is good for you."

"I know. I ended up unpacking after breakfast and taking a shower. It takes a lot more out of me now just to shower than it used to."

"Well at the very least you should try to sit up as much as possible. Have your lunch and then play some games. They'll keep your brain healthy."

I agreed as Juan left and slipped out of bed to sit at the main table. Meals were so damn uncomfortable by the end of them. But I knew that once my bowels fired up I'd feel completely empty again. After lunch I turned on the TV and started up the videogame console. Choices seemed to revolve around action/platformer type games and RPGs. I had never been much of a gamer so I just picked something at random and started playing. Getting the hang of the controls didn't take too long and parts seemed to get pretty fun. Even with needing to stop for a bowel movement, I had no trouble jumping right back into the swing of things. At some point I saved my current game and decided to try one on the laptop. Before I knew it Juan was coming in with dinner.

He asked me if I was having fun as he set my food down. I told him I was and shut down the game for meal time. Like clockwork my BM hit thirty minutes later and then I ended up going to bed.

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Part 3

Over the next three months things got a lot worse. I came to hate everything. I felt so damn stir crazy and irritable all the time. There were times I could barely move I was so weak. The videogames became repetitive and boring. Every one I played featured some huge muscle bound main character too. What the hell was up with that? It was making me dislike the sight of Juan the more I played them. The only time I seemed to really enjoy myself was the once a month "free day" I was allowed.

On those days my meals consisted of nothing but junk food. Richard said it was in order to keep my calories and weight up. Richard himself would come and examine me then too.  I don't know how I managed it. But somehow I ended up keeping my weight the same as when I started. I guess the doc was just that good. At the end of my exam on the third month Richard asked me something revolutionary.

"How have your bowel movements been?"

"Hell on wheels. Damn things are still gut wrenching. Though I have noticed the past two weeks that they haven't been burning anywhere near as much as they used to."

"That's because your cancer cleared up. Congratulations."

My jaw just dropped and my eyes bugged out.

"Shut up. You are not fucking with me right now."

"I am not fucking with you right now Tommy. Though for the record, you're not totally cancer free yet. You're just in remission. You'll have to complete the rest of your treatments before you get that diagnosis."

Needless to say I was hysterically happy. I hugged Richard and started to tear up. He pulled me off of him before I started bawling though. I'm glad he did. I needed to keep in mind that as he said I was only in remission so far. Still I wanted so bad to be able to call Jason and give him the news. It really sucked that I couldn't.

"The next phase of your treatment involves hormone therapy and exercise. The H and E of C.H.E.M.O. You'll need to receive injections from me once a week and I'll show you where the gym facilities are. Not all of them will be accessible to you right away. But at least this means you can leave your room now. Meals for the time being will still be in here though."

"Why do I need hormone injections to treat cancer? And why do I still need to have my meals in here?"

"Your body is very weak right now from the detoxing. You need to build your strength back up with exercise. You also need to get your weight up and improve circulation in order to keep the cancer flushed from your body. Unless of course you'd rather stay on the detox the rest of your life?"

"No thank you!"

"Glad to hear that. Because I wouldn't have let you choose that option anyway. I wouldn't have offered you this treatment if I thought you were going to chicken out."

The two of us got up and headed out for a tour of the gym facilities as promised. The actual gym was the only area I was allowed to use. The pool, spa, and sauna would come later. I was shown the main dinning hall as we headed towards the medical lab. Once there, Richard administered my hormone injection.

"I still don't understand why I can only use the gym though."

"It's because while you are on these hormones you're going to have... natural side effects. In order to curb any possible... complications it's best to seclude you for the time being still. Don't worry. You'll be able to interact with the others eventually."

I accepted my fate and headed back towards the gym. Richard told me to start slow considering how weak I was still. I took it as good counsel seeing as how I wasn't very gym prone to begin with. Upon entering I headed over to the free weights. Picking up some light ones I began doing a few reps. After those I decided to up the weight a bit and continue. I was able to get up to 10# which I figured was pretty good since I was so damn fatigued. As the moments passed my rep number increased and eventually I started doing sets.

By the time thirty minutes had gone by I seemed to have a very unexpected energy burst. Setting down the dumbbells I went over to some kind of machine and sat down. I had no idea what it was called or how it even worked honestly. Yet I was able to figure it out some how. I placed my arms behind the bars at my sides with my elbows bent and began to squeeze. I was trying to bring my arms forward in order to clap my forearms together if that makes sense. But for some reason it was impossible.

I gave up and started looking around the equipment to see if it had been locked up somehow. hat's when I discovered that it had been locked up by the massive amount of weight it had been set for. I truly couldn't imagine who would have set it that heavy. Even Juan or my uncle couldn't have lifted that kind of weight. Setting it much lighter I attempted to use the equipment again and found it actually worked.

Aside from my slight delay I found myself getting into the reps quite easily. After a few sets it seemed like I was lost in the motions. My breathing deepened and I almost wanted to start grunting. It would have felt really odd though seeing how light the weight I was using was. I kept pumping my arms and felt my dick begin to stir. Before long it was fully hard. For some reason using these weights was making me feel very aroused. I managed a few more sets before stopping to try another machine.

I stood and adjusted my dick in my shorts so that it was pointing straight up. Then I went over to some kind of bench thing. I laid down on it and hooked my legs under this padded part. I pulled my legs up until the bar made contact with my ass. I ended up doing multiple sets before stopping. The workout felt good. However, it was probably a poor choice since it made my boner rub against the bench the whole time.

I spotted another sitting style machine and headed for it. There was a long metal bar hanging above my head which I reached up and grabbed, I immediately stopped and dropped my arms. Looking behind me my suspicions were confirmed. Someone had set the weight way to high on this one too. I set it for my preference and started in on my reps. I tried the exercise by pulling down the bar in front of me and behind me. I didn't really know how it was supposed to be done. But I could feel it in my arms and shoulders.

I figured once I finished that I should call it quits for the day. I didn't want to press myself too hard. Yet there was something about the thought of working my arms more than my legs that just didn't sit right with me. I got up and went back over to the free weights. By this time I was really just making up my own exercises as I grabbed the tens again and curled them while doing squats. Everything was on autopilot for me and my thoughts wandered off to where my dick wanted them to be. I imagined myself doing those exercises as a much bigger version of myself.

Jason laid below me with his own boner that kept slipping into my ass with every squat down. I suddenly remembered that this wasn't just a fantasy. It was now an actual possibility for me. Well not the muscle behemoth bit. But the anal sex was. I was cancerless and Jason would be able to fuck me all he wanted. Even though I didn't know what it felt like for some reason what I was imagining felt awesome. I wanted him in me so damn bad now. The next thing I knew I was locked in that squat as my dick fired uncontrollably into my shorts; waking me from my trance. The release felt so amazing. After everything I had been through why shouldn't it? Panting, I put the weights back and stood up to head back to my room.

I made it back and decided to grab a shower. God damn it felt great to be able to do that without my asshole burning. By the time I got out, Juan was coming in with lunch. The best news of my life, a good workout, an amazing orgasm, an awesome shower, and now a ton of junk food?? This had become the best fucking day ever! I sat down at the veranda table and soaked in the sun on my bare skin. I was still only in my towel and I didn't even mind that Juan was there.

"Congratulations on your diagnosis. Richard told me. Have you started exercising yet?"

"Yeah. I just got done with one. I'm pretty newbish though. Don't really know what I'm doing in the gym. What I did manage felt pretty good though."

"Great. The exercise will really help do you some good. I could probably help you out by teaching you a few things if you wanted."

"Is that allowed? It sounded like Uncle Richard didn't want me being around anybody yet due to the hormones he was giving me."

"I'm sure it'll be ok. I'll talk to him. Besides you've been around me this whole time and you've been just fine."

Juan smiled and winked at me in a way that made me felt it was suggestive. But he turned and left before I could respond at all. Putting that aside I dove into my meal. It was still enough to give me a stomach ache and I wondered how that would work out with me being off the detox juice. It really didn't matter I supposed. Uncle Richard had been right about everything up to this point. There wasn't really a need to question his methods.

After lunch I thought I would need a nap. Somehow though I had tons of energy. I wasn't sure if it was coming from the previous workout or the wonderful news I had received. Possibly against my better judgment, however, I chose to go for another workout an hour after lunch. When I finally got back to my room I was drenched. Three hours. I had managed to spend three hours in the gym without even noticing it. My wood was back with a vengeance also. I needed to hit the bathroom though as the detox stuff was still in my system. That was an immediate boner kill. When I came out Juan was delivering dinner.

"Damn. You hit the gym again? Looks like you hit it pretty hard too. Glad to see you're not the type to hit it and quit it. But make sure not to overkill. Though it's good timing at least. It's good to eat right after a workout since your metabolism is going."

"Yeah. I should probably shower first though. I'm drenched in sweat."

"I don't mind if you don't."

Juan gave me another smile and wink; then headed out. Ok that time was definitely suggestive. I know because my dick sprang right up because of it. Without a second thought I tore off my clothes and hopped into the shower. I probably should have made it a cold one. But I didn't. I didn't jerk off either. I just showered and got right to dinner in the nude. The workouts had made me ravenous. By the time I had finished a food coma was setting in hard and fast. Slipping into bed I cut the lights and fell asleep instantly.

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Part 4

The next morning I woke up under my covers with my naked ass raised. The dream I had during the night was still fresh in my mind. Jason was here with me in my room and he was fucking my ass. It felt so outstanding I was able to cum without ever touching myself. I had counted on it all just being a dream. Yet when I pulled back the covers to get out of bed I could still see my thick white spunk coating the mattress. Shit. Juan wasn't going to be happy about having to wash the sheets. Then again he might. I looked down to see my rod at half mast. There was a small glob of my goo pearled at the tip. Right then Juan happened to walk in with breakfast. I was naked, looking at my leaking dick, and the mattress was spooged. Needless to say my face went deep red.

"Well well. Looks like someone's been a busy bee this morning."

I tried to say something in my defense, but there was nothing that would have helped so I ended up just looking like a fish awkwardly gasping for air out of water.

"Don't worry about it. I've seen a lot worse. Don't let your breakfast get cold."

The last part was said with a smirk and another wink as he left. It almost kind of pissed me off. Honestly I was just glad he was gone though. I sat down to breakfast and polished it off as quick as I could without getting sick. It wasn't that I was especially hungry. I just wanted it to digest quicker so I could get back to the gym as soon as possible. Like last time it was about an hour before that happened. I walked in and headed straight for the flat bench. I knew that one because we had to learn about it in gym at high school. I put weights on the bar and sat down. As I was about to lay back, however, Juan walked in.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have patients to attend to?"

"It's ok. Richard gave me an hour off to help you out. He doesn't want you hurting yourself after all the progress you've made getting healthy."

He gave me another of his sexy smiles.

"You can thank me for talking him into the idea."

"Uuummm. Ok. Thanks?"

Juan then proceeded to walk me through all the names and routines of the equipment. I was grateful that he hadn't meant anything more serious about thanking him. I was even more grateful that I now knew what the hell I was doing in the gym. The biggest difference was learning proper form though. I could get so much more out of my workouts with that info. Once Juan's hour was up he left me to my own devices. I had decided to spend only another hour going back over everything on my own and developing a solid workout routine. When I was done I found that I had ended up spending another two in there though. Three in total. With a sigh I got up and headed back to my room. It would be an hour before lunch and so I figured I'd spend some time with the video games. It really was a little strange the way all the main characters were men built like Olympians.

Juan walked in right as I was hitting the bathroom for another BM. I figured he would have left by the time I was done. Yet when I walked back out he was still there.

"You ready to thank me yet?"

There was that fucking smile and my boner again.

"Juan. I can't."

"Why not? I know you think I'm hot, and clearly you're in the mood."

"I have a partner. I don't want to cheat on them."

Juan frowned at my confession like he was pissed more than sad.

"Just like your uncle, huh?"

I didn't know what he meant. He just made his way for the door. After passing by my he stopped and turned back around though.

"What if we don't do anything together?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you just jerked off using me as wanking material?"

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean. But I don't think I'd be comfortable with that.

Juan seemed to ignore me and stripped out of his clothes.

"What are you doing?!"

"Your turn. Strip."

"No way! I already told you I don't want to do anything with you!"

"Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me so far??? Now strip!"

I should have made him leave. Not that I could forcibly make a guy his size do anything. For some reason though I ended up getting naked. My boner pointed upward freely from the sight of his sexy body. Then he took a couple steps forward and I back. If I had taken another I would have fallen backwards onto the bed. Still he kept some distance between us. Juan brought up one of his arms and flexed his bulging bicep along with is pecs.

"You like what you see? My body makes you hot, doesn't it? Yeah. You're pretty fuckin' horny from looking at me aren't you? Can't decide if my muscles or my cock gets you off more, can you? It's ok dude, I like the fact that you get off on lookin' at me. It makes me hot. As hot as you are right now."

My hand betrayed me as it went for my dick and started stroking it against my will. He was right. I didn't know what got me going more; his bulging muscles or the three inches hanging between his legs. As I stared at it I watched it balloon out, rise up, and harden to a full eight inch fuck pole. That's when I lost it. My hand fisted my dick so hard and fast I couldn't believe sparks were flying out. Sounds I had only ever made with Jason in our most hardcore fuckings poured out of me. Then I was cumming; shooting rope after rope of myself with abandon. As soon as my balls emptied my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I panted as I tried to recompose myself from to most intense masturbation session I had ever had in my life.

"Look at this."

Juan wanted me to look up and see his dick. I couldn't bring myself to do it though because I was afraid of what I might do if I did. Lust was still coursing through my body.

"Look at this. I don't want you to do anything to, or with, me. I just want you to see what you do to me. That way if you ever change your mind you'll know what's waiting for you."

Against my better judgment I looked up. More than that I got up onto my knees. Fuck. It was right in my face now. I know Juan could feel my hot breath on it. I was so close I could smell it. I could almost taste it. I wanted to taste it so fucking bad. Somehow I managed to pull away. I went back over to my clothes and redressed. Juan did too without saying a word. I sat down to lunch and he let me be.

The whole experience left me feeling very odd. Had I just cheated on Jason? I didn't think by normal standards that I had. But to me it felt like I had. It didn't leave me with a good feeling at all. One good thing did come of it, however, and that was the fact that when I worked out after lunch my libido didn't flare the entire time. By the end of the three hour session it did manage to start back up again.

Juan came in with dinner. He didn't say a word and just left. I sat there drenched in sweat and ate. It was strange feeling so damn hungry and not at the same time. Feeling horny and not at the same time. After dinner I showered and jerked off beneath the warm spray. I didn't think about Jason or Juan as I did it. I just thought about big bulging muscles and what it would be like to feel them, have them, feel then being felt up. Once I got out I went right to sleep.

As I slept I had that dream about Jason again. I was surprised since I didn't think I would be horny enough to have a sex dream considering I had jerked off right before bed. This dream was different though. This time Juan showed up and slid into me too. Oh my god. I had never wanted a dick inside me before coming here and now I had two of them inside me! It felt incredible. But then Jason and Juan began to fight over me. Their cocks moved faster and harder inside me as they vied for dominance. I'm pretty sure that if I had been awake I would have heard the same scream I made in the dream come out of me in my sleep. Once more I awoke the next morning with my ass raised and jizz on my sheets.

Juan came in with breakfast. I didn't even bother to get out of bed.

"Someone's in need of a good ass pounding."

"In your dreams."

I couldn't help smirking as I said it. The look on my face probably gave away my sexual afterglow. I didn't care. Juan just frowned, kind of pissy, and left. Served the fucker right.

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I just want to say how awesome the universe can be in terms of synchronicity. I happened to find these pics which make great reference photos for Tommy in the gym. I also crafted a very amateur growth sequence that hopefully will be enjoyed.

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