"So, how are you feeling?" I asked. It was late at night, but
Nance's sleep rhythms are so screwed up he's not sure when bedtime is. "Fine," he said, now with his own voice. "Better, now that they're
letting me eat solid food. I'm still on dialysis, but Rhys came by to
tell me that my GI tract is fully healed, so they let me have meat." "Bet that made you feel better." He smiled and said, "Yah. Real meat. I never want to taste
another plastic tube as long as I live." I laughed. "I'm still not used to the arm, though. Now that I'm semi-mobile
again, I keep reaching for things with it and finding nothing there.
Sometimes I wish I had a more useful psi talent." "Like teek?" "Yeah, like teek. Or ceep. No, I have to be a powerpath. Useless
unto my own self." "Oh, come on. P'nyssa could never function fully without you, or
one of your peers." "Yeah, well. You know what the worst part is?" "What?" "That was the paw I masturbated with." I raised an eyebrow, and he cackled loudly. I laughed along.
"Poor Nance. Come on, you probably have every nurse in the wing after
you." "In my condition? What could I do? Most of my fur was either
burned or shaved off, and it's grown back to this patchy stubble. I'll
be lucky to ever again be my sexy, tawny self." "Nanotech will help that." "I know. I'm just being sarcastic. They won't do anything
cosmetic until they get the rest of me in working order, and that could
be another four or five weeks. I want my kidneys back." "At least you kept your balls." "Never lost them. Thanks," he said, with earnest. "For what?" I asked, confused. "For those cremaster muscles. Between them and the jumpsuit, my...
malehood came through unscathed. Almost." "Almost?" "I'm circumsized. Looks terrible." "Awww..." He brightened. "Rhys said he could give me poly-r for it after
everything else, but not until." He sighed. "You said it looks terrible." He nodded. "Why?" "Well, it doesn't really look terrible. It looks... like it's not
mine." "Well, it certainly is yours!" I said, laughing. "Yeah, well, I won't know until I try it out." He laughed in
response. We sat in silence for a few minutes, then I looked up and said,
"Let's see it." "See what?" "Your penis." I grabbed the bedsheets and pulled them aside. He
was right; it didn't look quite like a Felinzi penis, with the foreskin
removed. "Satisfied?" he said, a little annoyed. "It looks good," I said, and casually ran my index finger from the
base along it's length to the tip. He twitched under my touch, and a
growl came from his throat. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in
an idle smile. The growl broke into a coughing fit. "Don't," he said. "Aw, why not?" I said. I was suddenly in a mischievous mood. "Because... Because I'm already frustrated enough." I ignored him
and stroked his soft cock gently along the length. "Ken, please." "I thought you were frustrated." "I am, but..." He suddenly caught on. I reached for the control to the bed and brought his headrest up to
a sitting position. I took my shoes off so I wouldn't track any dirt
and jumped onto the foot of the bed. "I haven't lost the hand I
masturbate with," I said. He laughed and said "Go ahead." I stroked his cock along the length, and it grew under my touch. I
watched it erect in fascination, slowly, and he would sometimes tense
the muscles in his groin, making it twitch back and forth. It was a
substantial cock at full length; I'd seen Nance naked before, but we've
never made love. I'd guess it was eighteen, maybe nineteen centimetres; it was proportionally thick for it's length. I admired it for a while,
then wrapped my fist around it, feeling it pulse in time with his new
heart, beating strong. I slowly stroked him, and a deep and grateful
purr came from his throat. His ears lay back along his scalp, and I
leaned over to kiss his nipple as I stroked him. Somewhere in the
background I heard a faint 'click' as the Cutter AI sensed we needed
some privacy and locked his door. Thanks, Jean. He put his paw to the back of my head to hold me there, and I
gently licked his nipple, and like his cock it grew hard under my touch. I pulled back, and he let me go. I scooted back a little further
on the bed, and leaned over to kiss the head of his cock. He moaned,
and each breath after that was that deep and profound feline purr. The
sound was very relaxing, and I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed the
pink head of his cock, running my tongue over the smooth skin. I found
the tiny hole at the tip and ran my tongue over it a few times. I was
actually disappointed; with his kidneys out of order, some of the
familiar taste of cock that I like was missing. I slid down the length of his cock, taking the head to the back of
my throat. It had been a long time since I'd gone down on a cock that I
wondered if I could still... Yes, it slid past my tongue and down my
throat; I swallowed it all, burying my nose into the stubbly pelt of his
belly, and that's when I realized my mistake. I'd never had a problem
swallowing cock; it was taking it back out that my gag reflex objected
to. I slowly pulled away, feeling the head of his penis rub against my
throat, and my body shuddered and tears erupted in my eyes from the
tremendous exertion. I stopped when I had it under control. Nance noticed. "Ken? You okay?" With his cock still in my mouth, I nodded and managed an "Mmm-hmm."
The feeling of his cock wobbling back and forth with my nod made me
giggle around his cock, the sounds escaping in a hum. I slowly stroked
back and forth, feeling his cock, and he leaned back against his
headrest. I sped up. He again put his paw against the back of my head,
and his purring grew louder. If I'd had the room to smile, I would
have. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and my jaw was beginning to ache.
It was now or never, and I sped up, his cock hitting the back of my
throat with every push. His paw held my head in place, if I allowed it,
and I worshipped his satiny cock with my mouth, teeth, lips, tongue,
taking special care to run my tongue along the underside of the head. He growled louder and whispered, "I'm rrright therrrrre." Every
muscle he had was tensed for the final moment. I began to take slow,
deliberate thrusts, tightening my tongue against his cock as my fingers
wrapped around his balls and held them. I began to count, One, Two,
Three, Four... On 'four' he growled loudly through clenched teeth and I felt the
muscles in his cock pulse, sending his semen into my throat in huge
torrents, the pent-up release of what must have been weeks or reserve.
I tried, desperately, to clamp my lips closed around his cock, to hold
it all in and swallow it, but there was just so much of the the
wonderfully salty stuff that I had to let some dribble out and down his
cock. I swallowed the rest, laughing in my head at the sensations and
memories that brought to mind. After a few seconds, I released his shrinking cock and lay my head
in his lap. He ran his paw through my hair a few times, and then I
heard him say, "Thanks." "You're welcome." I smiled, and he smiled back. "You know, you're not bad... for a male." I laughed. "Next time I'll wear a dress." "Better yet, send in N'lane." "Your sister?" I asked. "Second cousin." He smiled. "I'll see what I can arrange. Let me see if there's a towel around
here somewhere I can clean that up with." I got out of bed and got a
towel from the bathroom, wiped him clean and left the towel next to him. As I did, I heard the door unlock; he heard it too, and said, "What
was that?" "Jean unlocked the door." "Oh." There was a short pause between us, and I said "Nance, get well.
You're supposed to be on this side of bed, tending patients." He nodded. "When will you be back?" "Oh, in a day or two. Still have a universe to manage, and it's a
little harder without you around." "It is?" "You, sir, are my only real competition when it comes to the
ladies. Without you, I'd have to hang out with Maha, and that's no
fun." He laughed. "See ya, Ken." I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "Take care." He nodded. I closed the door quietly behind me.
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