I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned and then my cock started uploading upwards, filling her tight hole with my warm goo. She moaned and squirmed and the biggest smile crossed her face, making my heart feel warm and fuzzy. At least for a few minutes, I’d made her forget about the fact that she was dying. I’d taken away her one biggest regret. I’m sure she had many more, seeing as she was hardly twenty years old, but at least I’d done something—and I learned something about myself in the process: that I actually liked fucking a chick with a cock.
And as soon as she was standing up next to my bed, with her erect cock dripping on the floor, I realized how bad my new revelation was. I didn’t want to be attracted to cocks. I liked pussies. I was straight. Or was I?
CHAPTER VII
Taylor survived the night. The doctor came bright and early to check on her, and the nurses came even earlier to take blood samples. The doctor said, “You’re very lucky to be alive. But you really should make plans to see your loved ones today. I don’t suspect you’ll be making it through the night again.”
Taylor didn’t cry this time. Maybe she’d gotten all of the crying out of her system. Maybe she was ready to die—and maybe I’d helped in a small way.
No one came to visit our room during visiting hours, not even Taylor’s friend. So Taylor and I just spent the day chatting. The conversation never came to death or the afterlife, but it did take me by surprise when she said, “You know, there’s something else that I’ve always wanted to try, but I never had the chance.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Don’t make fun of me. I know that it’s stupid,” she said.
“I’m sure it’s not that stupid.”
She looked around to make sure no one was listening, and her face turned red. “I’ve never sucked a cock before,” she whispered. She grinned and bit her lip and her face became an even darker shade of red. “Oh God, you probably think that I’m such a whore. I’m really not.”
I smiled, feeling my own face turn red. “I don’t think you’re a whore,” I said. “You’ll probably think that I’m a pervert when I say that you’re welcome to suck mine.”
She laughed and looked around again. “I don’t think you’re a pervert,” she said.
“Then maybe tonight, you can come by and we’ll make it happen.”
She looked into my eyes, her grin disappearing. “I might not make it until tonight,” she said. She looked around again. “The nurse was just in here ten minutes ago. We’ve probably got twenty minutes before she’s back.”
My heart stuttered. That door was wide open and anyone could have walked in—but I couldn’t deny Taylor’s dying wish, even if it was her second dying wish. So I took a deep breath and said, “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Just make it quick,” I said.
So she pulled up my hospital gown, exposing my flaccid cock, and then she gently took it and started to massage it. “Just tell me how you like it,” she said. It wasn’t long before I was hard. She bent over and opened her lips. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she got right to sucking. I kept looking from her to the door. I knew it would look bad: me getting my cock sucked by a girl who only had hours left to live. I knew they wouldn’t believe me if she kneeled over next to me right now, with my erect cock out on my stomach.
She let a little gasp slip. “Was that pre-cum?” she asked. “I didn’t expect to be able to feel it.” She giggled and then she got back to sucking. I was losing track of time. It had been a few minutes, but we only had a few minutes to be safe. We were already teetering on dangerous territory, but I still didn’t feel any closer to coming. I was too nervous to come. I was terrified someone would walk in right at that moment, as my cock unloaded. And I wouldn’t be able to stop. Oh God, it would be so humiliating. The whole hospital would know that I was fooling around with a biological male—and that’s how they saw her in that hospital: not as a woman or even a transgender—just as a male.
And it was going to be humiliating if I couldn’t bring myself to orgasm.
“Take out your cock,” I said.
She looked up at me. “What?” she said.
“Take out your cock and stand over this way.” So she followed my command, after looking to the door to make sure we were still safe. She pulled her big cock out, which was already hard, and then she bent back over to keep sucking my cock. And now her cock was within reach, so I grabbed it and started to stroke it. Now I was feeling aroused. Now my heart was pounding with horny excitement. I stared at her cock and then I looked down at her face.
It was hard to believe that she’d never sucked a cock before. She was good at it. She was able to get the whole length of my shaft down into her throat, and she was a pro with her tongue, tickling my tip and making me squirm. But then again, she had a cock of her own, so she probably knew exactly what would feel good. Maybe biological males are just better at pleasing cocks. I’m sure biological females are probably better at pleasing pussies.
“Oh shit, just like that,” I said when she started to fondle my balls while sucking my cock. I couldn’t look away from her. She was too beautiful. No woman should be so beautiful, never mind a man. It wasn’t fair. It just felt so fucking good.
I came, without warning her. I shot a blast into her mouth and then she pulled back, wincing her face away. I blasted the side of her pretty face, and then I sprayed her chest. At least she held onto my cock and continued stroking it, so I wouldn’t lose that amazing euphoric feeling.
She ran over to the counter to grab a tissue. She wiped her face and then she discarded her gown, grabbing a new one from one of the cabinets. “That was fun,” she said with a big smile.
“Yeah,” I said. And it was fun. I’d never had so much fun with a woman before, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. My heart was pounding and my gut wouldn’t stop churning. I had terrible thoughts enter into my mind—thoughts that filled me with guilt and self-hatred. A small part of me, which I couldn’t control, was hoping that Taylor would pass away sooner rather than later, so that I wouldn’t be tempted to go any further down this dark rabbit hole. But another part of me—maybe a more terrifying part—was hoping that she would make a miraculous and impossible recovery, so that we could continue having our little romps day after day and night after night.
I found myself fantasizing about having sex with her—and those fantasies were technically fantasies about having gay sex with a man (that’s certainly the way that the doctors would see it). But I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t push those thoughts away, no matter how hard I tried.
That night, I was once again awoken by the frenzy of nurses and doctors rushing into our room. They went straight to Taylor and it was like an exact repeat of the other night. They lost her and then they managed to bring her back again. This time I could hear pained moaning and groaning from my sweet tranny fling. They filled her up with painkillers and I kept overhearing one of the nurses saying, “I don’t think she’ll make it through the night. I don’t even think she’ll make it until the end of my shift.”
So I was surprised the next morning when I woke up and she was sitting in the chair next to my bed with a smile on her face. Her eyes were heavy, as if she hadn’t slept. And her body was slouched slightly, as if she didn’t quite have the energy to sit upright. “Good morning,” she said with that big grin. “You sure do like to sleep in.”
“I’m just trying to sleep away this never-ending two months,” I said. “How many days has it been now? A week yet?”
“I think you’re a day away from one week,” she said.
I squirmed. “Oh God, I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I can last another seven days, never mind seven weeks.” And then a guilt swirled in my gut as I remembered her situation. She maybe didn’t even have seven hours. She probably would have killed to be in my position.
She smiled. “It will go by quickly—don’t even worry about it.” She stood up and stretch
ed her arms into the air. “I’m going to get you some half decent breakfast,” she said. “Any allergies I should be aware of?”
“No, but should you really—”
She was on her way out before I could finish my sentence. “Just wait right there!”
And now I felt even guiltier. She was out, ignoring doctor’s orders, trying to make me a little bit happier. It was hard to understand how she could be so positive, under the circumstances. But after I thought about it for a while, it made sense. How could she not be positive? That positivity was probably the only thing keeping her alive.
CHAPTER VIII
It was around lunchtime when I heard Taylor coughing. The curtain between our rooms was closed. It sounded like she was fighting for air between each cough, and each cough sounded like it was filled with moisture from deep inside of her lungs. “Are you okay?” I asked after a minute of helplessness.
She didn’t reply. A cold sweat suddenly bathed the back of my neck. I pressed the button to call in the nurses, and they came quickly. They went straight for her and then they started trying to help her. “That’s a lot of blood,” I heard one nurse say. And then another few nurses came into the room. They injected her with something, and then a few seconds later I heard a loud gasp for air.
The frenzy quieted down, and then one of the nurses said, “The priest is in, downstairs. If you’d like to see him, we can bring you down.”
“That’s okay,” Taylor said, and then the nurses left her alone, to live out her final few hours. And surely it must have been her final few hours. They wouldn’t have offered to rush her down to see the priest if she wasn’t living her final few hours.
“You okay?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.
“I’m fine,” she said with a hoarse voice.
It was another few minutes before I asked, “Are you scared?”
And it was a good fifteen silent seconds before she answered, “Not as scared as I was before. Though I thought I only had that one regret. Now I’m realizing I have lots of regrets. But I’m sure everyone dies with regrets.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” I said, not sure what else to say. “Anything I can help with?”
“No, not really. It just is what it is.” And then the silence returned.
She would cough every fifteen minutes or so—some worse than others. Each time, my heart would stop momentarily before plunging down into the pit of my stomach. And then, around 7:00 PM, the coughing stopped. The room became completely silent, and I was too afraid to ask to see if she was okay. I had a terrible feeling that she’d passed, that death had finally come and taken her away, and put her out of her misery. And maybe it was for the best—for her and for me. Maybe now I could start the process of forgetting about her, so that I could move on and pretend like she never happened—pretend like I’d never had sex with a biological male.
I let the drug concoction in my IV put me to sleep. Unfortunately, the drug concoction didn’t stop the terrible nightmares. I couldn’t get Taylor out from my head. In one of my many terrible dreams, I watched as they cut Taylor’s lifeless body open right in front of me. In another nightmare, I was the only one at Taylor’s funeral.
And then a tapping on the middle of my forehead woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly and saw her beautiful smile beaming down on me. “Wakey, wakey,” she said.
“What time is it? Am I dreaming?”
“It’s almost midnight, and you’re not dreaming. The nurses just left. We’ve got a whole hour until they come back again.” Her smile grew bigger. There was colour in her face that hadn’t been there in days. How was she still alive? How did she have so much energy?
“You look good,” I said.
“I feel good,” she said. My heart skipped a beat. I’d heard that people usually have a period where they feel better before they get much, much worse.
I looked down and saw that she was on top of me, her knees carefully next to me and her hands planted just next to my shoulders. I had no idea how she’d climbed up without waking me up.
I stared into her eyes, trying not to squeal with happiness. She was still alive, still smiling, and her eyes were still glowing. I felt relieved and overjoyed. And even though I could feel her bare, warm cock dangling on my abdomen, I didn’t care. I was just happy she was still alive and as well as she could be under the circumstances.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth as she gently lowered herself down until her firm tits were pressed against my chest. She was teetering carefully, knowing that I was in a fragile state. And I knew that she was in a fragile state as well. I loved the feeling of her perky nipples dragging up and down my chest as she gently heaved. I put my hands on her soft sides and ran them up and down, feeling her soft skin and cupping her perky tits. And then, after my heart stuttered in my chest, I reached down and cupped her cock and balls in the palm of my hand. I clenched and began to massage, feeling her warm member throbbing.
I couldn’t pry my fingers off of her growing cock. I loved the way it felt in my hand. I didn’t want to let it go.
Her dire condition hadn’t affected her blood circulation at all—at least not between her legs. It wasn’t even a minute before her cock was rock hard. Her tip was dark red and bulbous and pulsating. I loved how smooth it was as I rubbed my fingertips over it.
Finally, she broke away from our kiss. She stared down into my eyes with dark red cheeks. “Do you want to suck it?” she asked.
My heart stuttered and skipped a beat. I was worried that I was about to make the machines I was hooked up to beep and call for the nurses. “Suck it?” I asked.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought that maybe you wanted to try it.”
I looked down and saw that massive erection throbbing and begging to be sucked. And how bad could it be? It wouldn’t hurt me—it was just another part of her body. It would be no different than sucking her finger or her nipple… Right?
So I nodded my head. I wanted to reply with words, but I couldn’t bring any words to the tip of my tongue. So she smiled and then she gently crawled up the hospital bed, until her mighty erection was dangling before my lips. I took a deep breath and then I opened my mouth. She carefully thrust her cock forward, through my lips. I pressed my lips firmly down around her girth and felt relieved when there was no taste. I don’t know why, but I’d been expecting an off-putting taste. So it was easy to wrap my tongue around her as I began to bob my head.
I heard a cute moan slip out from her lips. Her fingers nestled into my hair and she began to massage my scalp. “That feels good,” she said. I suddenly had a warm, tingling feeling buzzing in my chest. I liked pleasuring her. I liked that she was enjoying what I could give her. And I was probably striking another item off of her long bucket list.
Finally, a taste entered my mouth. It was sweet and salty: her pre-cum. But it tasted nice, and it filled me with joy knowing that it meant she was truly enjoying herself. She could fake a moan if she wanted to, but she couldn’t fake pre-ejaculate.
She giggled. “That feels good,” she said. “But if you aren’t careful, I’m going to come in your mouth.” Instead of putting me off, this warning made me suck harder and bob my head faster. I could feel her veins pulsing against my lips and tongue. I could feel her thick tip swelling. I couldn’t wait to feel her warm goo blasting the inside of my mouth. Her fingers grasped my hair firmly—it hurt a little bit, but not enough to slow my down. She pushed her cock into my throat and let a long, elated groan slip out from her lips.
And then she began to blast globs of warm jizz into my mouth. It all pooled onto my tongue and then I swallowed it in a single gulp. It left a salty flavour in my mouth, but I didn’t mind. It was a nice reminder of how happy I was able to make her.
She gave me a very sexy handjob to return the favour, using plenty of medical-grade lubricant she found in one of the cabinets. I came very fast—unloading after just a fe
w dozen pumps. She knew how to work a cock—and it was no doubt, seeing as she had one of her own to practise one.
Then, after she had me cleaned up, she surprised me by cuddling up next to me on my hospital bed. It was nice, feeling her warm body against mine. Though that moment of niceness ended when I remembered she was dying, and she could pass at any moment. I didn’t want her passing away while cuddled up next to me. I didn’t want the nurses to find a dead body squashed up against me on my hospital bed.
She needed to be hooked up to her monitoring machines. She needed every chance she could get. So I said, “You should go back to your bed.”
She looked at me with a sad look, but she knew I wasn’t rejecting her. She knew that what I was saying was really for the best. So she brought herself to her feet and went back to her side of the curtain wall.
CHAPTER IX
I woke up with the nurse looking down at me. She was smiling, which was a first. “You’ve been asleep for a long time,” she said.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s almost lunch.”
I looked over at the curtain wall, separating me from Taylor. “Can you open that curtain?” I asked.
She looked at the curtain for a moment and then she looked back at me. “I don’t see why not, though I’m not sure it will improve your view much.” She walked over and pulled back the curtain, revealing an empty hospital bed. The whole space had been cleaned up. Taylor’s things weren’t on the little side table and her bag wasn’t on the floor. Even the small stack of paper had been taken away. “Is she okay?” I asked.
And then the nurse’s smile quickly disappeared. “Just worry about getting your rest. The more you get, the better. You’re already healing much faster than we thought.” She started towards the door and then paused. “Oh, and I think the doctor wants to get you X-rayed today.”
I was too shocked to reply. My heart was stammering and there was a lump the size of a fist in my throat. Were they telling me that she was dead? Had she passed while I was sleeping, unconscious from the strong concoction of drugs in my system?
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