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| Part 8 by Castgimp |
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| "Hey," he said. "Hey." "I'm sorry Mike," he continued softly. "I am such a fuck-up." "You sure are dude," I said smiling. "But you're an awfully good looking fuck-up." I had nothing to lose. "Even with a broken leg?" "Especially with a broken leg!" "Can I sit down?" he asked, hopping closer to the couch. "Sure." I scrunched up under the covers to make room for him, and he lowered himself onto the cushion near my feet. He raised his cast up and rested in on the coffee table, and then he reached over and rested his hand on the blanket over my feet. "I'm really sorry Mike. About last night. Lying there with you in bed I was just suddenly...I don't know." "It's OK. I was kind of out of control. I shouldn't have yelled." There was a long silence between us. Ben squeezed my foot softly through the covers. "I don't...I don't know what you want Ben." I continued. "Guys. Girls. Me. Jill. Jasper. I don't know. I don't know if you know. But whatever it is Ben, it's OK with me. I just don't...I don't ever want to lose your friendship." I could feel my throat catch on those final words and I knew I was on the verge of tears. I fought hard to maintain my composure. And then Ben was leaning down over me and kissing my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and felt Ben's lips on mine. He kissed me tentatively at first, and then with more conviction, probing my mouth with his tongue. I responded in kind, my tongue in his mouth, my passion rising. I felt Ben shift his weight and opened my eyes to find him moving himself onto the couch beside me, his cast stretched out on the cushions, his chest next to my chest. I moved my legs from their fetal position and stretched them out alongside Ben's. He kissed me more furiously and I pulled his bathrobe open, my bathrobe, and rubbed my hands on his chest. Ben thrust against me with his hips and I could feel his erection through the sheet. I clawed at the covers to free myself, pulling them away so that we could press our naked bodies together. The contact of skin on skin electrified us both, and we moved against each other, kissing, rubbing, and dry-humping. I could feel the hard rough fiber cast against my legs, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We rolled on the narrow cushions so that Ben was flat on his back, his broken leg stretched out in front of him, and I was on top, resting on my side and one elbow, wedged along the back of the couch. With my right hand I gently stroked Ben's hard cock while we continued to suck passionately at each other's mouths. Ben reached for my cock, and cupped my balls with his hands. I moved my hand from his dick to his balls, and then to the crack of his ass. Ben struggled to spread his legs against the confines of the cast and the couch, and I was able to move my fingers between the cheeks of his ass. I probed, reaching the tip of my finger toward his puckered ass-hole. Ben moved his hips, thrusting his hard cock in the air, and allowing my finger to travel further. He chewed on my lips hungrily and I pushed with my hand, my middle finger entering his tight hole up to the first knuckle. He moaned into my open mouth, pushing his ass down against my finger, forcing my finger further in. I moved so that I was kneeling over him, and took his cock in my mouth. His body seemed to jolt with the sudden sensation, electrified with desire. I could taste the sweet precum leaking from his dick as I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock. I moved my finger even further in his ass, past the second knuckle, and he began to rock his hips as I finger-fucked his ass-hole and sucked his cock. I watched his face as he threw his head back, arching his neck, his eyes screwed shut. He was moaning rhythmically as I moved my finger in and out of his ass. My naked ass was resting on his cast as I straddled his legs, and I dragged my ass gently against the hard fiber, relishing the sensation. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to fantasy and tried to imagine taking the whole length and girth of his hard cast up my ass. I probed Ben's ass more roughly, reaching for his prostate, moving my head more quickly up and down on his shaft. Ben was wholly uninhibited, moaning and calling out my name, gripping the sheets and cushions with his hands, moving his hips up off the couch to meet my face, and curling his toes down into tight balls. "Ugh! I'm gonna cum Mike...I'm gonna cum!" He was yelling and squirming and pushing my head down further on his cock, nearly choking me, and then suddenly he was shooting ropes of white hot jism against the back of my throat. His ass constricted violently on my finger, squeezing it tight like a vise as he shot. I swallowed and gagged and swallowed as he emptied his load in shot after shot into my mouth. All the while he bucked his hips he was screaming, "fuck, Mike, fuck, fuck me, oh fuck!" And then his hips slowed, and his moaning eased, and the ejaculation stopped, and finally I pulled my mouth off his cock and eased my finger out of his ass with a pop and sat back on my heels. Ben was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Sweat from my brow was running down my face and neck and dripping on his naked thigh and the casted thigh next to it. I was grinning a stupid grin, watching Ben, his eyes still shut. My cock was hard as a rock, sticking out in front of me, ready to explode. And then Ben's face seemed to crumple and his throat constricted and his heavy breathing gave way to sobbing. His chest heaved and Ben was suddenly crying, big tears pouring out of his eyes, his body wracked with convulsions. "Ben, Ben, Ben," I whispered, leaning down over him. "Hey, take it easy Ben." I lowered my face down to his, holding him, feeling him shake beneath me. "Oh God Mike," Ben sobbed, "she knows." "Who?" "Jill." "Knows what?" "She knows Mike...she knows I'm..." "Easy Ben...you're OK." He was sobbing inconsolably. "She knows I'm gay Mike. She knows." Mike choked as he spit out the words. I eased myself down on top of him, holding him, hugging him, touching his wet face. I didn't know what to say. I rubbed his temples, and touched his lips, and his sobbing began to slow. I lay there on top of him, covering his body with mine, waiting for him to say something more, or not. "Just before I left...she confronted me...she was...she was cleaning up the hard drive on our computer...and I guess...somehow...in the cache...she found some web sites...I thought...I thought I had been careful...but she found these links...and she confronted me...and I...I lied to her...but she knew...had known I guess." "Oh Ben..." "She asked me if you and I had ever slept together..." "Oh Jesus Ben." "I told her...I told her we hadn't..." And again his chest was wracked with sobs, and he cried and cried and cried, heaving and holding me, and I held him, and I cried, a terrible lump growing in my throat. And we lay like that, unmoving, while the sun through the window moved across the hardwood floor. Eventually Ben fell asleep, and his breathing became soft and regular. I needed to pee, badly, but didn't want to wake him. It seemed hard to believe that only forty-eight hours earlier we had been in a similar situation in the tent on the side of the mountain, Ben sleeping, my having to pee. So much had happened. So much seemed so unsettled. Thinking of Jill made me ashamed. She had assumed we had slept together. And now we had. I wondered how much of this would have happened if Ben had never broken his ankle. And I tried to sort out whether it was a good thing that he had, or a bad thing. I wondered if Ben would stay married to Jill, or if he would live with me, or neither. Ben's hard cast dug into my leg. I didn't even know what the next step was, or should be. I didn't know what to say to Ben, or to Jill. I didn't even know what I wanted for sure...but I was pretty sure I wanted Ben. I hoped he wanted me. I must have slept too, at least briefly, because I woke up with a start. Ben was awake. His eyes were open and he was staring at the ceiling. "Hey," I said softly. "You were sleeping." "You too," he whispered back, running his hand through my hair. "It's nice sleeping together, like this." "Yes it is." And that was really all of the discussion we had about it. That morning we eventually got up off the couch, and had some breakfast, and then I helped Ben get cleaned up and showered. Ben called Jill and told her he had broken his ankle, and that he would be staying with me for a while, at least until the doctor told him he could travel. And then he called his parents, and told them the same thing. Ben stayed with me for almost five weeks. We slept together each night, and he grew increasingly comfortable with our nakedness and our lovemaking and the fact that we were basically living together, though we didn't really talk about any of it. Our situation just sort of evolved, one day at a time. I took a few more days off work to spend with him, but then had to return to my job, and Ben spent the days alone in my house. His company shipped him a loaded laptop, and he was able to work from Boston, staying on top of things back in his office in Seattle. We went together several times each week to visit with his parents, but he returned with me each time, and they never asked him why he wasn't staying at their house, or why he wasn't going back to Seattle. At least they never asked in front of me. I don't know what kind of phone conversations he might have had with them while I was at work. Once a week I took him back to the orthopedic clinic and his doctor would examine him and x-ray his ankle, and each time the doctor told him that things seemed to be healing well. Ben spent a lot of time in bed, or on the couch, with his leg up, but he became increasingly agile on his crutches, and we often went out to eat together in the evening when I came home from work. He called Jill two or three times in the course of that month that I know of and they seemed to have cordial conversations. Ben would call her while I was lying in bed next to him. They seemed to talk about her job, and his, and mutual friends of theirs in Seattle. I don't know if they had other conversations while I was away. I assume they must have. I never spoke to Jill, and she never called when I was home. The time passed quickly. Living with Ben was effortless, despite his lack of mobility and independence because of the cast. We became experts at bathing together while keeping his cast dry. We learned to play each other's bodies like finely tuned instruments, sometimes making love gently and slowly, sometimes fucking each other's brains out. Ben loved to kiss, and have his cock sucked. And it turns out he loved to get fucked as well. And of course I was happy to be inside Ben. His cast presented some obstacles, but we learned to work around them, and discovered new sexual positions that we probably never would have tried if we weren't forced to be creative. While I was usually the top, sometimes we would switch roles and I would sit astride Ben's hips while he lay on his back and I would ride his cock and he would lift his hips to meet mine and we both liked this position as well. At our fourth visit to the clinic, Ben came out on his crutches wearing a new cast. This cast was shorter, and ended just below his knee. The long cast that I had come to love was gone. "Ben!" I said as he crutched up to me in the waiting room with the new cast. "Pretty sexy, huh?" "So, no surgery?" "No. The doctor says things are healing well. No gap at the fracture site. Looks like I am on the mend." "Cool. Congratulations." "Thanks. Feels great to be able to bend my knee...but it is so stiff." "Stiff?" I laughed. "You're always stiff!" "My knee, ass-hole," he teased. "My knee is stiff. And you should see my leg. My thigh looks terrible. The muscle has really atrophied." "We'll get you fixed up in no time. A little physical therapy will build that right up." "That's what the doctor said too." It wasn't until we were in the car and on the way back home that he dropped the bombshell. "The doctor says I can travel." My heart sank. "Yeah?" "He recommended a doctor in Seattle, to follow-up with." "Seattle." "I have to go back Mike...at least for a while. I have to sort out my job...and talk to Jill." "Of course...I just...we never talked about it...I just hoped...you know...that you would stay. But I knew...I mean I guess I knew..." "I'll come back Mike. Or you can come out. We won't...I mean this isn't the end...I don't...I don't know what the future holds. But I have to go to Seattle and see what is there for me. I owe it to Jill...and I have a job...a good one." "I know Ben...I know you do." Ben ended up staying another ten days. He had to buy a ticket with a ten-day advance purchase to be able to afford to get home, and truthfully, he seemed reluctant to go. We continued to sleep together and to make love and to enjoy each other's company, and for the life of me I could not imagine what my life would be like when he left. At least he had Jill to return to, whatever that meant. I would have only an empty house. With the shorter cast on his leg he was more mobile, and he felt better, so we went out for dinner nearly every night and spent our last weekend together Christmas shopping in Boston. I hated to let go of Ben, but I knew in my heart that if I was ever going to have him to myself for the rest of my life, I had to let him go, and wait to see if he would come back. We didn't talk a lot about our relationship, or what the future might hold, but he was tender with me when we were together, and often late at night we would sit in bed watching TV or reading, and he would reach out and grab my hand and just hold it. When he did that, I'd close my eyes and try to memorize what his hand felt like in mine, and I hoped like hell that he would remember what my hand felt like in his. The first week he was gone I was despondent. Twice I called in sick because I couldn't get out of bed. He emailed me every day, but we didn't speak by phone. He was at home, with Jill, and was back at work in his office. He didn't tell me what he and Jill talked about, or what he had said about his time with me. I didn't know if they were sleeping together or not. I tried to put him out of my mind, but found that was impossible. I smelled him on the sheets and pillows and saw him in my house out of the corner of my eye every time I turned around. When I woke up in the morning I expected to see his crutches leaning against the wall next to the bed, as they had been for the last five weeks. But when I opened my eyes, they weren't there, and Ben was really gone. The snow started falling heavily the second week in December. It looked as if we would definitely be having a white Christmas. I halfway entertained the idea of buying a plane ticket and flying to Seattle and bursting in on Jill and Ben, but thought better of it, and resigned myself to spending Christmas alone in Boston. I couldn't face my parents in Connecticut, and I told them I just couldn't get away from work. December gave way to January and Ben's emails became less and less frequent. I was sinking into a serious funk. One night toward the end of January I came home from work, thoroughly depressed, cold, and hungry, poured myself a stiff drink, and turned on the computer hoping for an email from Ben. This was the email I found waiting for me instead: To: Blondtop@aol.com From: ParkRanger@hotmail.com Re: Boston Visit? Hey Mike and Ben! How are you guys? Listen, I'm writing to see if you could put me up in Boston for a few days. I've had a bit of a mishap here, and as a result I have some medical leave time on my hands. You're probably not going to believe this, but I've broken my leg. It's a long story, which I can tell you when I see you. I'm going a bit stir-crazy here in the cabin by myself, and I could use some company and some time in the city. I know you are both busy, but let me know. I'd love to visit if you'd have me. Jasper I hadn't been able to muster the enthusiasm for much of an erection since Ben left, but suddenly I was rock hard! I was confused at first that Jasper knew that Ben and I had been living together, but then I remembered that I had sort of led him to believe that we were lovers. That first night in New Hampshire he had asked me how long we had been together, and I had coyly answered that we'd known each other for eight years, implying that we had been "together" for that long. Wishful thinking on my part I guess. It seemed impossible that Jasper had actually broken his leg again! I remembered so distinctly his story of his broken leg while he was a college student at Dartmouth. But I also doubted that he would make this up. And of course I wanted to see Jasper. I'd have been happy to have him stay with me with or without a cast on his leg, but the thought of him here in my house with a broken leg, well it was almost enough to make up for the absence of Ben. I composed the following reply to his email and hit "send." To: ParkRanger@hotmail.com From: Blondtop@aol.com Re: Re: Boston Visit? Jasper! What happened man? Sorry to hear you are laid up! Would be happy to have you visit, for as long as you'd like to stay. Ben is actually in Seattle at the moment, on business, among other things, and may be gone for a while (he has a project out there), but you are welcome here all the same if you don't mind just me for company. I am happy to drive up and get you in New Hampshire, or will meet your train or plane here in Boston. Please advise. Can't wait to see you! And be sure to bring those crutches! Mike |
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