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| Part 6 by Castgimp |
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| I felt my face blush, and I willed myself not to look at Ben. Just two guys jerking off together at college. And now it had turned into something queer. "Anyhow, this one time, Alex reaches over and grabs my cock through my jeans, and just starts rubbing. I don't know where he found the courage to do that, but I didn't stop him. Next thing I knew I was shooting my load into my jeans. Never even unzipped my pants. It was the first time another guy ever brought me off. Anyhow, nobody seemed to think anything about Alex spending so much time in my room. Everybody knew I had a broken leg. Pretty soon Alex and I were sleeping together. He'd come into my room and lock the door and we'd get naked and go at it. He was my first lover. He was the first guy I ever fucked." There was a silence around the table, and Ben shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Jasper's conversation implied that the three of us were all gay, that we shared a common sensibility about men, and sex. I had no idea what Ben felt at this point, but I wasn't going to rescue him. If he was uncomfortable with the conversation, he was going to have to say so. "There was also, I don't know how to say this." Jasper hesitated, and then looked right at me. "You're really going to think I'm weird. But there was something sexy about having my leg in a cast. And I think the other guys in the house were reacting to that. I never talked to anybody about that, not even Alex. But looking back on it now, it seems like while I had my leg in a cast, I was always hard. And the other guys, it was like they were responding the same way. I don't know. Maybe it was just too many guys in one house, and the winter was too goddamned long and cold. But Ben seeing you with your leg in a cast, man it brought all those memories back." There was another awkward silence. "I'm sorry Ben. I didn't mean to imply...I mean I'm not trying to..." Jasper was embarrassed. "It's OK. Really. I mean, um, I think I understand what you're saying." Ben was stammering. "At least about the cast. It kind of turns me on too." Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. I think Jasper was startled too. It was more than either one of us had bargained for. "Well thank you. Thank you for saying that. I'm...I'm glad you understand. Though even now I'm not sure I do...even myself. But I should quit talking about myself. What about you? I haven't even asked you about your ankle? What did the doctor say?" "Well I guess when I fell I turned my ankle over, toward the outside, like this." He demonstrated with his right foot, rotating his heel to the outside. "The doctor said it was an eversion injury. Somehow I broke my ankle when I did that. He called it a medial malleolar fracture, whatever that means. There was no displacement, so he didn't consider it a big deal, but he wants me to see an orthopedic surgeon sometime this week for an evaluation. It looks like I'll have to be in a cast for maybe six weeks." I was a little resentful of the level of detail he was sharing with Jasper. That was far more information than Ben had given me in the car when I'd asked him about his ankle. "And how does it feel now?" Jasper asked. "Sore. Kind of a dull ache. And it's starting to throb again. I'm pretty sore all over actually, even my back." "Coming down the mountain the way you did, on Ben's shoulder, and then between the two of us, is hard work. No wonder you're sore. We should get you to bed. How would you like a back-rub? I know a little bit about massage." Now I was really considering getting angry again. Jasper's familiarity with Ben was annoying. And frankly, I was jealous. I should be the one offering to massage his back and comfort him in the face of his injury and incapacitation. "Sure." Ben seemed eager for the rubdown. "Actually you could both probably use a backrub. Mike?" He looked at me again with those gentle Park Ranger eyes and all of my hostility toward him evaporated. "Sure," I said, trying to enter into the spirit of the evening. Jasper pulled the futon down off its wooden frame and onto the floor in front of the fireplace. Then he brought a pile of sheets and blankets and pillows from down the hallway, and made the futon up like a big king-sized bed. I helped Ben down onto the floor and into the soft bedding while Jasper stoked the fire. "The best massage is a naked massage," Jasper teased coyly, and to my surprise, Ben slipped easily and unselfconsciously out of his shirt and pulled his hospital pants down over his hips. Jasper grabbed the legs of the cotton pants and pulled them down over his feet, leaving Ben with just a cast for cover. He rolled onto his stomach in the middle of the futon and Jasper knelt beside him, kneading his back and buttocks and thighs, while Ben moaned softly with pleasure. Jasper seemed to know what he was doing as he worked methodically over Ben's backside, and things didn't seem to be getting sexual, as I'd feared. In fact Ben seemed almost asleep by the time Jasper sat back on his haunches, finished. He looked at me. "Next?" I dropped my robe, and stepped onto the futon next to Ben. I knelt down, and then lay flat, face down, waiting for Jasper's touch. His fingers were certain and strong, and he moved over my back smoothly and efficiently, teasing the tension out of my muscles. I had to confess that it was the best backrub I had had in a long time. I too found myself fighting sleep as he relaxed one muscle after another. It had been a very long day. I'd been down and up and down the mountain again, and by my calculation Jasper must have made at least four trips along that same trail. He leaned back when he was done, and I turned my head to face him and mouthed the silent words "thank you." Ben was already asleep beside me. Jasper mouthed back a silent "you're welcome," and winked. I watched as Jasper stood up and walked around to the other side of the futon, turning off the lights as he went. By the muted light of the fire I watched as he stepped out of his clothes and climbed onto the futon on the other side of Ben, pulling the covers up over himself. I closed my eyes, content, and let my leg drift slowly across the surface of the futon until it was gently resting against Ben's cast. And there the three of us slept, naked and cozy, with Ben in the middle, bathed in the glow of the fire. I slept soundly, and deeply, my body finally yielding to complete exhaustion. I don't know how long I had been asleep, but something startled me, and I opened my eyes wide, disoriented. The fire had died to a bare glow of molten embers, and it took my eyes a while to adjust to the dim light. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. It was a figure moving on crutches, and at first I assumed it was Ben going to the bathroom, but I moved my foot under the covers and it brushed up against Ben's cast. He was still asleep on the futon next to me. Carefully and quietly I pulled the covers back, trying not to wake Ben. Silently I moved across the carpet, following Jasper. He was naked, and moving down the hallway on Ben's crutches, holding his right foot up off the ground as if he were injured. He moved gracefully on the crutches, almost athletically, with a practiced technique that surely recalled his undergraduate days at Dartmouth. At one point he stopped abruptly and I froze in my tracks. He seemed to listen, but didn't turn around. I didn't know if he knew that I was behind him. I found myself growing hard. Jasper moved forward again, toward the bathroom, pulling himself along on the crutches, and I followed, fifteen feet behind him, watching his ass disappear into the bathroom. I stood outside the bathroom door and listened to the sound of his piss hitting the water. There was a short period of silence after he stopped, and then I heard him flush. Instead of fleeing I stood my ground, waiting for the door to open. I could not have turned away even if I had wanted to. As Jasper swung the door open, our eyes locked. I could see that his cock was half-hard already. I stroked my cock wantonly and he moved toward me on his crutches. I reached out for him, pulling him toward me, and he stepped closer, backing me up against the wall, all the while leaning on the crutches and holding his right foot up off of the ground. He leaned into me and our chests met first. I reached around behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him roughly against me. Our mouths locked in open combat, and I pushed my finger roughly between his cheeks and hard up against his asshole as we ground our hips against each other in the dark. He moved his ass back against my finger and I pushed it in, up past the second knuckle, kneading his warm soft insides the same way he had kneaded my back. He chewed on my lips and used his crutches for leverage as he thrust himself against me again and again. I hungrily tore at his ass with my fingers, pushing and pulling his tender hole. Suddenly he pulled away and turned, popping my finger free, and headed deeper down the dark hallway toward his bedroom. I followed him, watching his ass framed between the two metal crutches and pulling on my own cock. He leaned the crutches against the wall and fell into bed and I fell on top of him. I was voracious as I covered him from head to toe with my open mouth, tasting him and tasting him again and still needing more. His feet, in particular, stoked my hunger, and he moaned audibly as I sucked his toes and licked the high arch of his foot. Holding his right foot in my hand I was suddenly possessed by an uncontrollable urge to hurt him, and I twisted his ankle sharply toward the outside, mimicking the eversion injury that Ben had demonstrated at the dinner table. Jasper writhed on the bed, seemingly unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain, and bucked his hips up into the air as I twisted his ankle further still, thrilling at the feel of the malleable muscle and skin and bones in my hand. He never cried out, but grimaced with pain while I tortured him, and then he finally reached down and pulled me off of his ankle and up on top of him. He pulled open a drawer in the bedside table that revealed condoms and a tube of good lube, and then flung his legs up over my shoulders. I fucked Jasper like there was no tomorrow, nearly standing up on the bed, with Jasper balancing on his neck and shoulders. I thrust the full length of my hard cock into his ass with all of my strength, all the while holding his ankles in my hands and gnawing at the soft under-soles of his feet. We fucked and fucked and fucked, and then we both came, explosively and repeatedly, and collapsed in a sweaty heap on his bed. And again I was filled with remorse, having for the second time in a single day abandoned Ben to fuck Jasper. Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire to get back to the futon in the living room before Ben noticed we were gone. We hurriedly wiped ourselves off with the soiled sheets and I handed Jasper the crutches. He kissed me lightly on the lips, and then moved down the hallway ahead of me, holding his sore right ankle up off the ground. I sought the solace of the warmth of the covers and the hard edge of Ben's cast against my foot. I awoke to soft morning light filtering in from the windows. The fire had long since died, and the living room was cold. The three of us seemed to have migrated toward the center of the futon, seeking each other out for warmth, and from what I could make of the tangle of limbs, both Jasper and I seemed to have our arms flung over Ben's chest. Ben, for his part, was snug in the middle, warmed from both sides. For the first time in a long time, I woke up without a hard-on, having spent my sexual fury the night before in Jasper's back room. If Ben was hard, I couldn't tell beneath the pile of covers. I had a vague desire to initiate some sort of morning three-way, but didn't think that would be fair to Ben. He could start it if he wanted to, but if he wanted to simply enjoy the warmth of two naked men, that was fine with me too. In fact I didn't know how I felt about sharing either Ben or Jasper, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to find out. The three of us huddled in the cold living room, half awake, lazily snuggled against each other, for more than an hour before we convinced Jasper to get out of bed and make us a pot of coffee. Jasper grabbed the white bathrobe that I had been wearing and pulled it over his shoulders as he hobbled to the kitchen without the assistance of Ben's crutches. He was walking with a significant limp. "Japser, what happened to you?" Ben asked. "I don't know man. I must have twisted my ankle." "Coming down the mountain?" "Maybe." He was grinning as he looked back at us. "But it certainly feels like it's been twisted." "You should use my crutches." I couldn't tell if Ben was joking. "Ouch it really is sore. Fuck." Jasper was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, holding his right foot up in the air. "You know what? I actually have my old crutches in a closet in my room. You wouldn't want to get them for me would you Mike?" "Sure," I said, hopping out of bed. Jasper had taken my robe so I pulled on the Braves shirt and hospital pants that Ben had been wearing. This is better than porno, I thought to myself as I made my way down what was now a familiar hallway to me. I found the old wooden crutches in the back of a deep closet in his bedroom, next to a pair of cross-country skis. He seemed grateful when I brought them, and slung them expertly under his armpits while he made coffee. Ben was still in bed, watching all of this from a distance. "You should have Mike look at that ankle for you," he yelled from the living room. "Yeah," he said, "I guess I should." He winked at me knowingly. I didn't know if I had really hurt his ankle the night before, or whether this was all a big act for my benefit. He sat down on a kitchen chair while the coffee dripped through the filter and let me examine his ankle, which did appear to be a bit swollen. I poked and prodded his ankle (and played with his toes), and declared it sprained, as if I knew, and he sent me to the bathroom for an Ace bandage. He seemed thrilled to have me wrap his ankle for him, and I had to admit, even as I found myself getting hard again, things were getting a little weird, even for me. By this time Ben had gotten himself up out of bed and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom, naked, on his crutches. I would have loved to wait outside the door for him and to have pushed him up against the wall, fingering his asshole and sucking on his open mouth, the same way I'd manhandled Jasper the night before, but by the light of day that course of action seemed unreasonable to me. Ben returned from the bathroom wearing the other bathrobe, the flannel one I'd hung on the back of the bathroom door the night before. So I had a lazy, languorous breakfast of toast and juice and coffee with two handsome men in their bathrobes, with two pair of crutches leaning against the wall next to us, Ben with a cast on his left ankle, and Jasper with his right ankle wrapped in an Ace bandage. Ben hadn't shaved since we'd left to go camping, and his beard was scruffy and sexy. Jasper's hair was standing up, rumpled from his tempest-tossed night. I was feeling sort of like the morning after, even though we hadn't been drinking that much the night before. I knew we should be thinking about getting on the road and heading down to Boston, but I wasn't ready to leave just yet. There was entropy lurking at the breakfast table that suggested the three of us were likely to drift aimlessly toward noon without accomplishing a thing unless someone took control. To my surprise, it was Ben who took action. He got on the phone and started calling people on the list of orthopedic surgeons that he'd gotten from the ER doc, and within fifteen minutes he'd made an appointment for four o'clock in Boston. "Which means," I said, looking at my watch, "that we need to be on the road not later than one, and preferably by noon." "Which means," Ben said, letting his robe drop to the kitchen floor and crutching toward the living room, "that we have some time on our hands. How about another fire Jasper?" "Sounds good to me," he replied, and he too stood up, letting his robe fall toward the floor, and made his way on his crutches into the living room. "Last one back to bed is a rotten egg," Ben called from the futon. Once I'd picked my jaw back up off the floor, I high-tailed it to the futon, shedding my clothes as I went. I wasn't sure how this was going to play itself out, but I was not about to miss it. What followed was about an hour and a half of fire-bathed gentle three-way lovemaking. Ben and Jasper and I tumbled together on that futon and kissed and rubbed and sucked and gloried in the contact of our bodies. It was all soft warm skin punctuated by the firm edges of Ben's cast, and Jasper and I took turns sucking on Ben's cast-revealed toes while the other one of us played with his balls or cock or kissed his sweet mouth. The high arch of Jasper's unbandaged left foot found its way again to my mouth, and my fingers probed the cracks of both men's tight asses, teasing and toying and making them squirm. There was no urgency to our play, no rush to cum, and we prolonged our tumbling and touching as long as we could. To my surprise I found I didn't mind sharing Ben and Jasper, at least not with each other, and in some ways Jasper's presence made things easier between Ben and I. None of the three of us seemed self-conscious about our bodies or our needs or our desires. In the end each of the three of us came stroking our own cocks, watching with wonder as the other two men in bed with us shot warm gooey jism up onto their chests and bellies. Our eventual and inevitable departure was somewhat melancholy. None of the three of us really felt like parting. We kissed warmly in the front hallway, Ben and Jasper both still balancing on crutches. My last image of Jasper from that trip is of him standing in his front doorway waving to us as we pull out of his driveway. He is wearing that white bathrobe and leaning forward on his wooden crutches, his sore Ace-bandage wrapped ankle held gingerly up off of the ground. We had exchanged emails, and promised to stay in touch, and somehow I knew it was not the last time I was going to see him. |
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