Starsky stood down from the exam table and adjusted
his watch; Hutch was still reeling from the tirade. He had rushed to Starsky’s
side at some god-awful hour of the night, sat with him in the ambulance and
watched over him as the doctors ran tests and stuck needles in him. And
he bawls me out for not bringing his jeans!
Starsky stormed out of the room and Hutch went after him.
“Starsk!”
“Fuck off!”
“But Starsk!”
The curly-headed whirlwind continued down the corridor. As usual when he was
angry and walking fast Starsky’s wiggle was even more apparent. Hutch
stopped and stared at the sight going down the hallway in front of him. He had
to fight to breathe and walk at the same time.
Holy shit!
Starsky had been wearing a pair of PJ bottoms when Hutch had found him slumped
on the floor by his bed still clinging onto the telephone as if it was his lifeline
to Hutch.
He was still wearing them when the ambulance arrived and Hutch had to pull a
blanket over his buddy to hide the budding erection that their kisses had initiated.
He was still wearing them in the ambulance and as far as Hutch had believed,
he was still wearing them when he was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on
his mouth looking up at Hutch with those big blue eyes that made Hutch feel
horny.
But no. Somewhere along the line, maybe when Hutch was signing the papers, who knows, someone had removed Starsky’s PJ pants and dressed him in a hospital gown, standard issue, just one tie at the neck and open the rest of the way.
Hutch watched helplessly as the erotic scene played
out in front of him. He was enjoying the spectacle – but his love for
Starsky wanted to spare his friend the embarrassment of knowing that others
might be enjoying it too.
“Starsk, wait up! Hey Starsk!”
Starsky continued his stormy passage. He was busy
fastening his watchstrap which was complicated operation involving a clever
catch that would only close if the strap sat in exactly the perfect fit to Starsky’s
strong wrist. It was custom made and in his anger Starsky was struggling to
get it right…which meant that the gown was pulled up to one side each
time that he moved his arm.
Hutch couldn’t resist watching as two firm tan buttocks seemed to peek
cheekily from behind the white fabric. As Starsky walked and took longer steps,
Hutch could just glimpse his scrotal sac hanging down and was Hutch fantasizing
or was that the tip of his cock too? Whatever, the view was fantastic.
Hutch was beginning to have to take smaller steps because the pressure of his hardening cock against his pants was getting unbearable. The more he saw of that tempting ass, the harder it was to catch up with Starsky and help him to cover his dignity.
Holy shit he’s going to go outside like
that!
He looked around and noticed that he wasn’t the only one enjoying the
show. Two nurses were leaning against the nurses’ station their gaze fixed
on the Starsky’s rear view.
“Starsky!” He tried to run but it was
too tough; his cock felt like a nightstick rammed down his pants.
“Starsky wait; it’s cold out there!”
Starsky turned and looked at him.
“Oh you care that I don’t catch cold. How sweet!”
Hutch looked at the reflection in the sliding glass
doors and then froze as the doors opened to reveal Huggy carrying a bag with
Starsky’s blue sneakers sticking out of the top.
Huggy saw what Hutch had been seeing.
Starsky saw Hutch’s stricken face – and noted the bulge in his pants.
Huggy winked at Hutch.
“Sexy isn’t he?”
Starsky spun round to face Huggy and caught a glimpse of his butt reflected
in the glass.
He grabbed the bag from Huggy and dove into the nearest doorway; fortunately
he chose the men’s’ room. Two minutes later he came out of the rest
room dressed in jeans, T-shirt and leather flying jacket.
“So which one of you girls wants to take me home?”