I quickly dialed 911. My heart pounding in my chest. It took about 3 minutes for the ambulance to get here. I just stood there, frozen, as they carried my best friend away. I tried to rush after the paramedics, but a large hand stopped me.
Man: Excuse me, sir. I need to ask you a few questions.
Me: Uh, okay, yeah, sure.
Man: Can you remember what happened to Jason?
Me: Yeah, we were, I mean he was, sort of ...
Man: Yes?
Me: He was kind of giving me a blowjob.
He looked taken aback, but continued with his questions.
Man: Oh, okay. What happened then?
Me: I tried to get him off of me.
Man: Was he trying to rape you?
Me: Fuck no! He was just, trying to pleasure me, and I didn't want it from him.
Man: How'd you get him off of you?
Me: I thrust my hips forward.
Man: Ah, so that's what he choked on. I noticed he had a puncture wound in the back of his throat. It'll probably need surgery to fix it up.
Me: Will he be okay?
Man: It's unclear the amount of damage that has been done. He's lost a lot of blood, only time will tell.
Me: Oh My God!
Man: If I may ask, for medical backup, how big are you?
Me: What do you mean?
Man: I mean, how big is your junk?
Me: Oh, uh, 11 inches.
The doctor, once again, looked taken aback, but recovered his composure.
Man: No wonder he chocked.
Me: What?!
Man: It's just, your so large. I'd love to see it sometime in the near future.
Me: Aren't you suppose to be fucking helping me, and Jason. Besides, I'm straight.
Man: I'm just grabbing some informatio, some for the case, some for a more personal reason. Anyways, if you're straight, why was he blowing you?
Me: That's none of your damn business.
I rush past him and grab my keys. I head to the car in a fast pace, the doctor right behind me. I get into my 2013 Mustang, and slam the door shut. I put the gear in reverse and drive off, as the doctor gets in his own vehicle.
After about a 50 minute drive, I finally reach the hospital. It's been about an hour an a half since Jason chocked.
As I walk in, an assistant gives me his room number. I found out that he's just got out if surgery, and is in room 201.
I walk at a fast pace to reach his room, slowly opening the door.
He's asleep. I shakingly walk to his bed, looking at him.
He's so beautiful. His face is the face of a man, smooth, yet not babyish. His hair is ruffled, and his eyebrows arched. The muscles down his neck lead straight to his chest, which is still clothed by the nightgown.
What have a done? I love Jason, in a brother type. Maybe more, I'm not sure.
Me: Jason, I know you can't here, but I'm so fucking sorry, dude! I feel like a complete ass! I never meant to hurt you like this, I was just scared, and nervous of what this will do to our amazing friendship. I love you so much, Jason! Please don't leave me! I just need you to wake up, for me.
With that said, I start bawling my eyes out. Not even giving a shit who sees me. Jason means so much to me, I can't loose him. I slide my hand into his, and grip it hard.
Jason: Dusstiinn..?
Me: Yes, yes I'm here.
Jason: What happened?
Me: You chocked.
Jason: On what?
Me: Uh, my dick.
Jason: Right, I remember now. I told you it was huge.
I couldn't help laughing.
Me: Dude, I'm so sorry.
Jason: It's okay, it was worth it. Can you do me a favor?
Me: Anything!
Jason: Lay with me?
Me: You sure, aren't you in pain?
Jason: I'll be fine.
And with that, I laid next to him. Just a gown covering him up. As I lay by my best bud, I imagine life without him, and shudder at the thought.
