I left the head nurse's room and quickly climbed another flight of stairs. The ICU was, as the head nurse said, easily identifiable from the rest of the wards. It had two doors probably to maintain the temperature. I walked up to the roster sheet hung on the second door which gave details of patients, doctors and nurses. Vishwas Matre was listed as bed number 18. When I entered the ICU I could feel the chill. I could hear the signals from various monitoring machines as I passed the beds. I found that bed number 18 was at the end of the room. There were only a few medical professionals, and the nurses in the ICU seemed more alert as well as stressed than the ones on the ground floor. Each bed had a partition and curtains were draped around most beds. When I reached Vishwas' bed I first peered in between the curtains. Vishwas was awake though slightly drowsy. But he recognised me and smiled. A nurse followed me and placed a pyjama on the bed.
"Just help him put on this," she said with practiced politeness. She left after drawing the curtain behind her. I first went up to Vishwas and placed my palm on Vishwas forehead.
"Thank you for coming..."
I moved my hand below to Vishwas' mouth before he could complete his sentence. I kissed Vishwas' eyes and his cheek.
"I am happy to see that you are alive, darling. I have already lost a friend in a bike accident earlier. I wouldn't say this to my girlfriend but you are someone more important than girlfriends," I was genuinely pleased to see Vishwas in good shape. My earlier visit to the hospital to see a friend caught in a road accident almost three months ago was much less savoury. He had broken bones, head injuries from which he never recovered and a full body bandage. The doctor even went to the extent of saying he didn't know where to start treatment. The memory of Hardhik in the ICU was etched in my memory.
Vishwas had longing in his eyes when he looked at me for a long while and I did not suspect anything more in it. Then his eyes welled up. I smiled instinctively and for no reason.
"Take it easy, darling. Nothing much has happened to you that you have to be so emotional," I said curbing a lump in my throat. There was absolutely no reason for both of us to be acting in such sentient manner, but it was happening all the same. I then took a seat on the bed when Vishwas gestured me to sit beside him. Sitting on the patient's bed was not allowed in the ICU, but I thought I would risk the beautiful nurses' bad temper as that would add to the emotional appeal of the day.
I changed Vishwas' pants without any event, except that when I removed his underwear and looked at his junk he had a naughty smile on his face. He also had a half erect dick, and that was the second time I was witnessing such an inviting situation. And when I was pulling his pyjama up, for the second time I instinctively felt his dick and balls with both my hands. Vishwas did not react to my sexual indiscretion. Instead he slightly spread his legs to make it more inviting. I played with his tool for a long time and tidied up his pubic hair which had got entangled with the mushroom head of his dick.
"If you want me to wax your pubic hair I can do that with Veet cream. It is easy and painless," I said.
"Oh I will need to do that, Ravi. I don't know what to do with the tuft of hair all around my dick and balls. I hate pubic hair. I find the shaven pubic of models in porn films very clean and sexy."
I was not sure if he was talking about male or female models. I laughed out loud listening to the sexual fantasies of someone who is lying in an ICU. Sex is such a basic instinct that even death cannot affect its manifestation. I rubbed his dick some more time and it became absolutely erect. Vishwas' dick, balls and the entire groin were fair in colour just like his facial skin. It was soft all over and I knew he was a virgin. He had not yet fucked anyone yet, and the desperation was written all over his dick. It was only 5 inch in length but very thick, much thicker than mine. I wondered when will I get a chance to suck it. I wanted to at least kiss his dick and balls but I kept that for another day. I pulled up his pyjama and fastened the strings. I had to pull up the thick blankets over him just to hide his erection.
"Am I falling in love with you?" Vishwas asked innocently. He was actually quite innocent, but being three years older than him and not used to such straight-talking of the new generation I felt squeamish. "I don't have anyone, I am all alone in Mumbai," he added with chagrin.
I only smiled at him, but Vishwas held my hand and pulled me towards him. I looked back at the curtains to see if they were drawn well enough to hide whatever was going on here. I drew my face close to his as if to kiss his cheeks. But Vishwas held his face towards me to align my lips with his. I kissed him for a long time, please which was wet and passionate. You should always impress your date with the first kiss. A good kiss, I have always observed, is half the battle won. But as always, I was not sure if a kiss on the lips can be taken to logical conclusions. I am always careful to a fault in this matter. I have even lost a few opportunities to lay guys in the past but I have no regrets because it is better to be safe than sorry.
I left Vishwas pining for more, but it was late in the night and visitors are not allowed for more than half hour in the ICU. I left for home that night knowing well that I had built a new friendship which was going to last for a long time. The best thing about Vishwas was that he was good-natured, good to look at and had a lot of passion. We had spoken so much about sex when we had drinks together afterhours. I often wondered if his sex drive was a little over the top, or was it just his age that had a telling effect on his temperament. I remember he once kept looking at a 30-year old woman who was newly married and had come to the restaurant with her husband. We both were seated diagonally opposite them. Vishwas was lost in his own fantasy world and had spoken very little to me for over an hour at the restaurant until he finally decided to go to the washroom and jerk off. When he came back to the table looking so relieved he told me about the girl sitting opposite with her husband whom I had even failed to notice. The girl was just ordinary looking with large knockers, which for all one knows, were being well massaged by her husband as they were still in their honeymoon phase.
Well to be fair to Vishwas I often thought about how he would look when he was naked in bathroom or when he would masturbate on the bed. Today finally I got to see him naked and what a bod. The moment I reached home, I stripped naked, held my boner with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. There is nothing like the luxury of jerking off in the confines of our own house when you are living alone. I am good at stop and go, and can even keep masturbating for 40 minutes before finally cumming. I licked every part of Vishwas in my fantasy and spend a lot of time exploring his arse crack with my tongue. I well knew it would all come true very soon, it was just a matter of a few days. But how would I be able to do it in an ICU of a hospital remained an enigmatic question.
The next four days I was caught up in office and did not get a chance to meet up with Vishwas at all. Work had piled up as an entire sales team of the bank's credit card division was sacked overnight for bad performance and some scandal. I was least interested in the scandal. The only thing that would occupy my mind everyday was how to complete my work quickly and go to the hospital to see Vishwas. But in the last three days I barely got to sleep in the office for about five hours. I am a guy who needs eight hours of contended sleep everyday. But man proposes, Shailesh disposes. At the end of the fourth day, I had made up my mind that I would go and meet Vishwas under any circumstances. More than my head and heart the dick was telling me that if "you cannot meet Vishwas today, then it is better to resign and find another job."
I left office at about 8 pm and drove to the hospital. Ever since I last saw Vishwas at the hospital I could not even talk to him on the phone as mobile phones were not allowed in the ICU even for the doctors.
When I entered the hospital foyer two nurses gave me a smile as if I was a familiar face. I only reciprocated in an impersonal way, nothing more nothing less. Somehow the new found friendship with Vishwas was making me disregard any overtures by girls. There was only a single receptionist today on duty and she seemed a little harassed by the work load. She was trying to read a few papers and she was also attending to two calls. But when she saw me approaching her desk she gestured to me to go up to the first floor. I winked at her, and took to the two flights of stairs to reach the first floor. At the first floor I saw the head nurse looking expectantly at me. She had seen me in the array of CCTV monitors on her large desk.
