The Making of an Ass Man

She moaned around the mouthful. Steve stirred at the feel of her mouth on him, and she hastily slid up and mounted him. By the time her husband was awake enough to realize what was happening, his cock was buried in his wife's insistent, soaked pussy as she rode him for all she was worth.

It was very good, of course, for both of them.

On the drive to work, that morning, however, Jeannie was thirsting for cock. The brief moment she'd had, with Steve's cock in her mouth, had only been a tease, to her. It had only served to rekindle an appetite she'd been denying for a very long time. Now, she wanted a nice mouthful of eager, bucking dick meat, and she knew it was her turn to wash a perfect specimen. In complete privacy. With someone who would never complain, or even know what had happened.

By the time she parked her truck at work, the gusset of her panties was already moist from the fetid heat of her clamoring arousal.

To her credit, Jeannie managed to control her hunger. She carefully avoided looking at Joshua, at all, while she went about cleaning and shaving the other patients. Eventually, she had completed her tasks with them, and it was now Joshua's turn to receive her attention. She controlled her breathing and didn't look at his penis when she undressed Joshua and washed his back, his face, his chest. She might have made it, might not have given in to her desire. Unfortunately, Joshua's crotch clearly needed to be shaved again.

Jeannie sighed as she maneuvered his body into position with his legs spread near the foot of the bed. She lathered him up and began to stroke the razor around the base of that glorious cock. It might have been her imagination, but his balls looked slightly swollen, so packed full of tasty cum. This time, she was completely aware of what she was doing when she guided that cock into her mouth. It was so much better than she had even imagined.

Jeannie was in full control as she slowly slid the cock into the back of her mouth. She savored every second as she finally swallowed him into her throat. She did feel stretched, more so than ever before, but that just made it more spectacular for her. She didn't even have to touch herself; she was trembling in orgasm from the sheer stimulation of having her long-denied oral fixation sated, at last. Joshua was providing her with the dream dick her mouth and throat had been craving.

It took only a few minutes before he erupted in her throat. Jeannie's eyes rolled back in her head at the familiar sensation. She swallowed the first urgent shots right down, before pulling back and savoring the rest of his surprisingly sweet load on her tongue. She had expected it to be bitter, because of the cocktail of antibiotics in his IV. It was not. Jeannie was then delighted to see that this virile young cock barely softened after she had drained that sweet treat. She was able to give her throat five good minutes of fucking before she let him go and finished cleaning and dressing him.

Somehow, over the next three months, Jeannie never got caught sucking Joshua's hard cock at every opportunity. She was so preoccupied with getting her fix, and not getting caught in the act, that she somehow missed completely the fact that all of her fellow nurses were doing the same thing – sucking him off at each and every opportunity. It was deeply satisfying to have her oral needs fulfilled.

At the same time, she was guilt-ridden and terrified of getting caught. Worse, she now had a problem that she definitely could not share with her best friend, Jennifer. She was also becoming obsessed with figuring out how to get that satisfying dick buried in her hungry asshole.

Every time Jennifer would bring up the running joke of finding a big dick to satisfy their asses, Jeannie couldn't help but picture Joshua's big dick in that role. Her new all-consuming fantasy was to slide her unconscious patient to the end of his bed, bend over and back her ass right onto him. At home, she had taken to fucking her ass with a large dildo in her husband's absence. She'd begun that indulgence, picturing her husband at the other end of the toy that pleasured and plundered her rectum, but – lately – her fantasies had shifted and, despite the 'trouble' that it should have signaled, for her marriage, she had begun imagining it was Joshua's cock, taking her, filling her hungry ass and transporting her to paradise.

She even got to the point that she always carried a small bottle of lube in her purse. She'd found a generic bottle on the Internet, ordered it, and transferred part of the contents of a bottle of Astroglide to it, so that it wouldn't arouse suspicion in her purse. She was prepared, though, for if and when the opportunity ever presented itself to her, at work. For a long stretch of months, however, that opportunity simply never came.

While Jeannie was getting into this quagmire at work, Steve was finally making some real progress in his desensitization therapy. He had been relieved that Jeannie had stopped bringing up requests for oral or anal sex, and their sex life was still fantastic. Now, however, he kept catching himself staring at her ass – and smiling.

Part of his therapy—probably the most painful part at first—had been increasing exposure to pictures of women's asses. These started off as clothed women, but eventually there were naked bottoms. Doctor Hamilton had given him a little SD data card, with a file of images on it, and had him load it onto both his computer at home, and his smart phone.

"I want you to look at the entire file – every image – at least six times each and every day," she had told him, regarding the strange 'prescription.'

"How long do I need to continue the regimen?" he had asked her, then.

"Until the images are no longer repulsive, but enticing – perhaps even arousing," she'd replied.

They were always meticulously clean bottoms, but still...it was a major milestone when he could get through all thirty pictures without throwing up.

Once he reached the point of not even being nauseous, Dr. Hamilton had him continue his therapy on his own, with only monthly hour-long follow-up sessions in her office. In between those sessions, he'd stop into the office every Tuesday, and she would swap out the SD card in his possession for another, filled with a new set of images culled from various places on the Internet.

The images were no longer innocuous photos of simple naked buttocks. Over time, they'd become more and more explicit – close-ups of pink sphincters, and then video clips of naked women, bending over and spreading their cheeks while they gazed at the camera with 'come hither' looks on their eager faces. Occasionally, she'd slip in a 'surprise' image of a sphincter that gaped open, an inch or so, with a thick gobbet of creamy white liquid oozing out of it. Over time, he managed to get through each set of pictures with no ill effects whatsoever. And then came the day when he came upon her latest 'surprise' photo – an image of an open sphincter with an erect cock poised next to it, covered in slick juices and with a rivulet of cum seeping from the open portal – and he was surprised, even more, to find himself thickening slightly in response to gazing at the picture!

It was time, he knew, to move on to the next phase of therapy – one that he'd come up with, on his own.

Late one night, with Jeannie off at work on the night shift at the coma ward, he had forced himself to watch an anal sex video that he found, online. He had to admit, it wasn't horrible at all. He wasn't aroused by it, but he wasn't repulsed, either, and that was – he thought – a very good thing.

He'd gone back to that particular website, again and again, searching out other such video clips, clips of women baring their lush asses so that their men could insert their massive cocks and stroke away until they reached the point where they achieved a mutual orgasm.

Now, he was finding his wife's ass sexy, and he didn't know what to do about it. Should he continue to look at the videos until – like his wife – he ached for such contact, or should he go ahead and try it at his earliest chance? Before his preoccupation could become an issue, though, his work intervened. His employer got a major construction contract, and he was suddenly as busy with his work as his wife was, with hers. For six fateful weeks, they barely saw each other.

It was a week into this period that Jeannie finally made her move. She went into work early one morning, and grabbed a handful of condoms from the hospital lobby. There were always baskets full of the things, given away to promote safe sex. She tucked them into her purse and made her way to the coma ward. When she got there, she thought she heard the shower running in the nurses' bathroom, and she saw Charlene walking away with a cart full of dirty linens.

She absent-mindedly picked up a clipboard and made her way into the main coma ward. It would take Charlene a little over five minutes to drop off the laundry. That wasn't enough time, was it?

Knowing how little time she had, she strode into the room holding their patients...and gasped when she saw Joshua's empty bed. Her mind immediately jumped to that worst of places. Joshua was dead. She tried not to cry as she sat on the empty bed. What about poor Jennifer? Oh, this was just terrible! Her aching, eager little bottom was forgotten in that moment. She wiped her face with her hand and walked out of the room on shaky legs.

Charlene was soon approaching with the now-empty laundry cart.

Jeannie couldn't restrain herself any longer. "Joshua's gone!" she blurted out, "Did he..." she choked a bit.

"No, no!" Charlene reassured her, "He woke up! He's in the recovery room behind you."

Jeannie slowly turned around. Joshua Thompson was indeed awake. He was looking right at her. She didn't know how to face him. He was so handsome, now that he was alert. The small vibrating butt-plug she had left in her ass reminded her that she would have slid his huge dick into her that very night if he hadn't awakened. Her mind felt lethargic as she tried to process this seismic shift in her life, and in her plans.

Jeannie followed Charlene into Joshua's private room, to stand by his bed while Charlene introduced him to the one remaining member of his 'care team' that he hadn't met, yet – at least, in a conscious condition.

He kept looking at her, she noticed. Was it because he considered her attractive, or did he know, somehow, what she had done with him? Had he recognized her soft voice as the one that had told him, time and again over the last couple months, "Now you just lay back and relax, Joshua, while Nurse Jeannie relieves all that pressure in those swollen balls of yours. I promise you, I'll make you feel so very, very good..."

She blushed a little at the thought. She was a little afraid to be alone with him. Charlene picked up his medical chart and began reading off the recent events. He had come out of his coma during the previous evening. Both Jennifer and Phil Thompson had rushed in to see him and talk with him – for the first time in nearly a year and a half – later that night. In fact, the nurses on duty had 'ignored' the usual visiting-hours protocols so that the two parents could spend some time with their newly awakened son, given that he'd regained consciousness so late into the shift.

A lot of these details got past Jeannie, in her befuddled state, but when Charlene referred to him as "Josh" that got her attention. As long as she could remember, everyone had called him Joshua.

She found that he was looking at her again, and looked down. This was going to be tough.

Sarah joined them not long after that, and the three of them gave him a sponge bath together and changed his bed linens. He was still terribly weak, of course. He was also terribly embarrassed and kept trying to cover his crotch. Jeannie got him a towel to cover his eyes so that he didn't have to watch the process.

"Honey," Charlene leaned in and told him softly, "Don't feel embarrassed. We've been bathing you, this way, for months, now. We're all used to seeing you, like this."

"But I'm not used to it, yet," Joshua had protested weakly.

"Sweetie, I know you've missed out on, like, the last year-and-a-half of your life – and locker room talk after gym class, and other things," Sarah told him, allowing a soft giggle to creep into her voice as she hoped to allay his nervousness and embarrassment, "but that little appendage you used to have, down there, isn't any too little, these days. And, one day – before too very long, if we can get you recuperated and on your feet, again – it's going to bring you and some very lucky girl some immense pleasure, let me tell you! Don't you ever be embarrassed about having a woman catch a good look at that thing! She may not say a thing, to you, but I guarantee that she'll be getting wet between her thighs and the voice inside her head will be saying, 'Be still, my heart!'"

They finished up their bathing tasks and walked away – to let Joshua relax and recover from having had three very attractive women caressing his entire body with cleanser-laden sponges – Sarah turned to Jeannie, who would have the ward on the overnight shift, that night.

"Josh will definitely need to be shaved, tonight," she commented. "I'd do it now, but his parents will be in, as soon as visiting hours start."

Jennifer was aglow when she came in to visit her son. She seemed to practically float into the ward. Her husband, Phil, was beaming and just couldn't get the smile off his face the entire time he was there. Jeannie realized with a start that Joshua—Josh, she forced herself to remember—was the spitting image of his dad. She wondered idly if Jennifer's husband was equally well-endowed. Jennifer was so lucky, she thought. That thought at least put a smile on her face. Jennifer deserved this.

After visiting hours had ended, Sarah went into Josh's room and pulled the privacy curtain. She was going to shave him. Jeannie could hear that they were talking quietly, but couldn't make out anything that was said. Jeannie was struggling to get her share of the work done, distracted as she was by her thoughts. The vibrator still in her lubricated ass was also a constant distraction, but she couldn't bring herself to remove it.

Sarah finally emerged from Josh's room and pulled the privacy curtain back open. She flashed Jeannie a smile as she approached. "Well; that was fun. Time to get back to the comatose patients." She went in and pulled the curtain around the first patient as she got started.

Jeannie was seated at the nurse's station when she saw Josh begin masturbating in his bed. He had a sheet pulled over him, but what his hand was doing, under it, was obvious. For once, he wasn't looking at her. Jeannie couldn't help but slide her hand into her panties as she watched him slowly stroke his hard cock under that sheet. She heard him groan in frustration, then. She was shocked when the buzzer sounded at her desk.

"Oh my God!" she thought. "He does know! He's buzzing me over to give him another blow job!"

She pulled the privacy curtain closed behind her, unbelievably relieved that he knew, and that he apparently didn't have any objection. Of course, what teenage boy would object to having a bevy of hot, lovely nurses eager to assist him, that way?

"Would you like a little help with that, Josh?" she asked him in a soft voice as she gave him a winsome glance.

His nod was barely perceptible, but the smile that came to his lips at her tawdry question could not be mistaken for anything but an affirmative answer.

She pulled the sheet down, and his rampant cock stood straight up, like a missile on a launching pad, ready to blast off. Oh, there was no doubt that he was ready to blast, and she was just the woman to assist him.

"Oh, my, Joshua; what a big cock you have!" she told him in a heated murmur, her lips close to his ear so that he could easily catch the 'heat' underlying her words.

She leaned in and licked the drop of pre-cum that had oozed from the slit in the end of his massive shaft. The smile on his face was amazing, as he watched her roll her eyes at the taste of his fluid.

"In case you missed it, Baby, that was your cue to say, 'All the better to fuck your throat with, my dear,'" she gigged softly as she adjusted her position and took the wondrous appendage straight down her throat. It was so different, so terribly arousing, to have him actually watch her do it! And to know that she was giving him some of the most intense pleasures he'd likely ever received – given his age and the way he'd spent the last seventeen months – was thrilling beyond belief, to her. It was almost as great a thrill as the one she, herself, was receiving as she fucked her mouth with his cock!

She pulled the drawstring of her scrub pants loose and rubbed herself to a nice orgasm while she deep-throated his magnificent cock. She saw his open eyes pop wider as he gazed at her ass.

"You like my ass, Josh?" she pulled him from her mouth and throat just long enough to ask the question. "I'll just bet that you're imagining slipping this big, thick cock of yours into my ass and fucking me six ways from Sunday, with it, aren't you? Would it surprise you to learn that your hot little Nurse Jeannie is thinking about exactly the same thing? I wish you could do it, right now, but I'm afraid we don't have the time for it, tonight. Instead, we're both going to have to be content with me – sucking your luscious cock down my hot, eager throat – and you, giving me the tasty load of cum I'm just dying to swallow..."

She winked at him and blew him a little kiss, then settled her mouth around the head of his cock again and inhaled him straight to the root. In no time at all, his cock was pulsing streams of tasty cum down her throat. Jeannie's eyes rolled up into her head as she came. She had feared she would lose out on Joshua's big cock, now that he was awake. It was such a blessed relief –

– and then the curtain was yanked open behind her and her world felt like it was crashing down. Jeannie turned her cock-filled face and saw Sarah staring at her. Sarah was specifically staring at the toy – the vibrating butt plug – that was barely protruding from Jeannie's clutching sphincter. Jeannie squawked as she released the cock and tried to speak, but nothing coming out of her mouth made sense. She knew her career was over. Her reputation was ruined. Her marriage might be over, as well.

Then, Sarah was hugging her, reassuring her. "It's okay, Jeannie. It's okay. I completely understand; I really do! Nobody's going to tell on you. You're fine."

When Jeannie had stopped shaking, Sarah held her at arm's length and looked in her eyes. Her reassuring smile was contagious. "I have to know, though," Sarah said, "How long has this been going on?"

Jeannie looked down and mumbled, "Three months. It's been eating me alive."

"Actually, I think you're the one who's been eating him alive," Sarah giggled, then. "But, just so you know, I beat you by three weeks."

Jeannie's astonished expression was absolutely priceless.

Everything fell into place that night. Sarah called Heather and Charlene, and they rushed to the hospital. The four women shared the wonderful coffee that Jennifer had provided, while they talked about the wonderful cock that her son had unknowingly been providing – and was now apparently willing to provide, of his own free will. They had all been so worried about getting caught. Now, of course, it was their secret. No one else could know, ever. But now they could all share openly with each other.

Jeannie felt as though a crushing burden had been lifted from her. She was so happy and relieved. For the next month, it only got better.