"Wanna order a pizza?"

"You bet."

So I ordered a large meat pizza and brought out a couple bottles of beers while we waited.  After the pizza arrived, I said, "Tommy, I want to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"    

"Look, I know you gotta be out of your dorm by Wednesday.  If you don't have any place else to stay, would you live here with me?"

The biggest smile broke across Tommy's face.  His eyes lit up and he seemed to glow.  "You know, I've dreamt of a moment like this."

"Excuse me," I said rather incredulously. 

"I'm serious, Chris.  I used to watch you during our football games.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of you from the first moment I saw you.  I've always thought of you as beautiful.  I looked for you on campus but I couldn't find you.  When I was in the hospital, I thought I'd lost my chance to meet you.  Then when you sat beside me this afternoon, my heart jumped into my throat."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Damn straight, I am.  Look, I know we don't really know each other but I'd love to get to know you better and I definitely want to spend my time in this cast with you.  What happened in bed was a wonderful sample of what things could be like for us.  But when you made it easy for me to suck you off, I knew there was something special about you.  I just didn't know what I could do or say that would help us stay together."

I think I was dumbstruck.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  "Pinch me," I said.  "This must be a dream."

Tommy leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek.  "Sorry, babe, but this is as real as it gets."  Then he started to laugh.

"What's so funny," I asked.

"Sorry, but I got pizza sauce on your cheek.  It looks like lipstick."

I brushed the back of my hand against my cheek, then licked the sauce off of my hand.  I reached out and grabbed him in a big hug.  We kissed for a while then I said, "So what about your stuff?  We gotta get all of it from your room."

"That won't be a problem.  The guys on my floor said that if I found someplace to stay before Wednesday, they'd bring it over.  I'll just call them on Monday and have it all carted over here.  I had started to pack most of it before I busted my leg so they shouldn't have any problems.  And maybe tomorrow we could go over and pick up some of my clothes."

Then I said, "What are you going to tell your folks?  Won't they be expecting you?"

Tommy's face fell at the mention of his family.  "Let me quote the last thing I heard from my father: 'We don't want no queer fairy staying here with us.  God don't want you and neither do we.'"

My heart sank when I heard Tommy speak those words.  I pulled him tight and said, "I'm so sorry, babe.  I didn't know.  Well, they might not want you but I definitely do.  Their loss is my gain."  I continued to hold him but I knew the pain he felt.

"It's ok, Tommy.  My old man beat the crap out of me when I came out.  So I know what it's like to be rejected by your family.  We have each other now so everything's going to be ok."

I kissed Tommy's tear stained cheeks and continued to comfort him.  After a couple more slices of pizza, a few more beers and some passionate kissing, we decided to call it a day.  I helped Tommy carry himself to the bedroom and we both stripped naked and I helped him into bed.  Naturally, I lay on his right side so my bare leg could be next to his cast.  The cool hard plaster felt good against my leg.  I drifted off to sleep with my right arm across his chest.

When I awoke the following morning the sun was streaming through the bedroom window.  I looked at the clock.  It was nearly ten.  Tommy looked so peaceful sleeping beside me I didn't really want to wake him.  First I ran my bare foot against his cast, then kissed him softly on the cheek.  He stirred slightly and moaned softly but didn't waken.  I brushed the hair from his forehead and kissed him again.  Slowly he opened his eyes and when our eyes met a smile broke across his face.

He said, "Morning, lover boy."

I smiled back and replied, "Morning, sunshine.  It's a gorgeous day out there.  Let's not waste any of it indoors.  It's a great day to have a broken leg."

"Every day is a good day to have a broken leg when I can spend it with you."

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

Before getting dressed, Tommy headed to the bathroom, took a leak and then running the taps washed his face.  He came back into the bedroom and I helped him get dressed.  When I had showered and dressed we made our way to the kitchen where I fixed us a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast and coffee.  I cleared the table when we had finished then helped Tommy put the running shoe on his foot.

Once we were outside I said to him "Now don't think you have to hurry just for me.  I want you to take your time, set a pace you're comfortable with and we'll get there when we get there."

He smiled at me and said, "You're the boss."

"Well, I may be the boss, but you're the one on crutches."

And so we started off.  Tommy walked smoothly and easily with his casted leg set in front of him.  He was graceful on his crutches and I was getting hard just walking beside him.   As we walked and talked, he constantly had a smile on his face.    Tommy was completely comfortable with his crutches and his casted leg didn't bother him in the least.

When we reached the dorm, I watched him revel in the attention he got.  A number of the guys came to greet him, ask how he was doing and Tommy just soaked it in as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  When he was asked about moving out, Tommy said he would need help from some of the guys to move his stuff because he was moving in with his friend.  He looked at me and smiled.  The guys were eager to help out and so arrangements were made for them to move his furniture and stuff the following day.  Finally we headed to his room.

The majority of Tommy's stuff was ready to be moved.  He rifled through a box that contained some of his clothes, picked out a few items and stuffed them into a small duffel bag.  Then heading into the washroom, he gathered his shaving kit and some other items and put them into the duffel bag as well.  When he had collected everything he wanted to have immediately, he handed me the duffel bag and we headed back.

Three doors down the hall we stopped and Tommy knocked on the door.  A large guy opened the door and when he saw it was Tommy a huge grin broke across his face.

"Hey, Tommy, buddy.  How's the leg?"

"Its fine, thanks, Joe.  Here's the key to my room.  Pete said the two of you would bring my stuff over to my friends place tomorrow."

"Sure, Tommy.  No problem, we'll take care of everything for you."

"Thanks, man.  I really appreciate it.  You guys are the best."   

Outside of the dorm, Tommy was met by a few other guys who stopped to chat with him.  I stood aside and watched Tommy.  He soaked in all the attention he got.  Every comment and joke and humorous remark made the smile on his face bigger.  As we began to make our way back across the campus a few people stopped to ask about his leg and he eagerly accommodated each one.  A couple of guys who stopped him, sympathised with him because they had had broken legs themselves and could relate to him.

Once we were clear of the campus and were heading back across the park, I said, "You really enjoyed every minute of that didn't you?"

"Every minute of what," he asked coyly.

"You know, all the attention you got back there."

"You bet I did.  I loved it all.  It's something I've been looking forward to.  It's one of the bonuses of having a busted leg."

When we got back home, I set a couple of chairs on the front lawn under a big shade tree.  We sat in the shade, Tommy's leg propped on my lap, and we chatted and watched the world go by.  Late in the afternoon, just as we were thinking about ordering some Chinese food, some of the guys from Tommy's dorm came by with beer and pizza.  We talked, laughed, joked and had a wonderful time together.  It was late by the time we got to bed but we were so happy and enjoyed the feel of exhaustion.  It would be late the following morning before we woke up.

After breakfast, I asked Tommy what he wanted to do.

"Why don't we head down to the beach?"

"You think you can get around in the sand with those crutches?"

"I can with you to support me."

So, while I gathered some towels and a blanket, Tommy went upstairs to get dressed.  He came down with a black sandal on his foot, light grey shorts and a sapphire blue shirt, which beautifully matched his eyes.  I couldn't believe how gorgeous he looked.  While I went upstairs to change into shorts and a t-shirt, Tommy sat on the sofa with his leg propped up on a stool.  He had his bare left leg crossed over his casted leg and was rubbing his toes on the cast.  I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at this casual and comfortable looking god.  I drank in his beauty as he smiled at me.  I told him not to move.  I dashed upstairs, grabbed my camera and came down to snap a picture.  Then I packed everything into the car, including Tommy and we drove to the beach.

We managed to find a place under a shade tree and spread our blanket there.  I helped Tommy ease himself down onto the blanket.  Then he took his shirt off and I lovingly spread sunscreen on his chest back and leg.  With a bit of difficulty but enjoying every moment, he returned the favor.  As I shifted next to him, my eyes caught the hardness in his groin.  I simply put an arm around him turned his face to mine and kissed him on the lips.  We lay in the shade, we hugged, we talked and just enjoyed the great beach weather.  Since I hadn't packed a lunch, we headed for a nearby chip wagon when we got hungry.  When the young man in the truck saw Tommy's cast, he refused to allow us to pay for our food.  It was his treat he said, because he had 'been there, done that.'  After we ate, we went for a long, leisurely walk along the boardwalk.  Again, Tommy loved it as people stared at him.  one boy, about 8 years old, told him he thought Tommy's cast was cool.  While Tommy thanked him, his mother dragged him away.   We found a spot to look out over the water as people continued to frolic in the water.

"Are you wishing you could join them," I asked.

"No, not really.  But let's go down to the water's edge and stroll back that way."

I supported Tommy as he slowly and carefully made his way through the soft sand.  It became easier for him at the shore since the sand was compacted and his crutches didn't sink.   The sun was setting as we made our way back along the beach.  The sky was a gorgeous shade of orange.  As the sun sank lower on the horizon, Tommy stopped and turned to watch it set.  I stood next to him and slipped my arm around his waist.  When the sun had completely disappeared, he turned to me, looked lovingly in my eyes and began to draw closer to me.  As he supported himself with his crutches I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me.  The love in his eyes reached my heart.  I opened my mouth and we began to kiss.  There were only two things I felt, Tommy's love and the cool water lapping over our bare feet.

In time, we headed back to our blanket.  I asked Tommy if he was ready to leave but he said no.

"I've got an idea but you might think it's silly."

"What idea is that?"

"Let's build a fire.  I think a fire on the beach is romantic."

"Sounds good to me.  Why don't you see if you can scoop out a hole in the sand and I'll hunt up some wood."

I went off in search of some wood for the fire and when I returned, he had managed to hollow a large hole in the sand and had somehow managed to find some kindling and some old newspapers.  I lay the kindling in the hole first and stacked the wood I had found into a peak.  At that point a small problem arose: no matches.  I knew there was a variety store not far from the beach, so I told Tommy I'd go and get some matches.  I ended up getting more than matches.  While I was there, I also picked up wieners, buns, pop and a bag of large marshmallows.  After all, what's a fire on the beach without marshmallows?

Tommy laughed when I spread out the wieners and stuff.  Then I took out the matches, lit the newspaper and put it among the kindling.  In no time we had a nice fire going.  I managed to find two long sticks, cleaned them off and skewered some wieners on them. As we roasted them over the fire, I sat with my arm around Tommy's shoulder.  We ate, we laughed, we kissed and we had a great time.  Finally the fire had subsided and we were ready to head for home.  I covered the burning wood with sand, packed up all of our stuff and headed back to the car.  At the edge of the parking lot was a bench.  I had Tommy sit down and I knelt in front of him.  Taking his left foot in my hand, I brushed the sand off of his foot.   When it was relatively clean, I kissed each of his toes, then helped him back up.

We were exhausted when we arrived home but not too tired to manage to give each other a quick hand job.  Then we fell asleep in each others arms.

The following morning, I gave Tommy a sponge bath, carefully washing and massaging his groin and of course, getting him hard.  Tommy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, knowing I couldn't resist doing something about that woody he had going.  So, with an evil grin on my face, I stopped washing him, took his dick in my mouth and sucked him hard.  It was a pleasure hearing him moan with joy as I brought him to a climax.  When he had fully cum, I finished bathing him, helped him sit on the end of the bed and propped his leg on a chair.  Then dropping my briefs and popping my own woody, I stood in front of him while he sucked me.

We had a magnificent summer together.  We were never apart for more than a few hours.  Tommy thoroughly enjoyed every moment in his cast.  Even though there were days that were hotter n' hell, Tommy never complained.  On those days, I made sure that if we left the house, I'd bring along plenty of bottled water.  Those were the days when he'd only wear a sandal on his foot and a pair of cut-offs.  Naturally, the sight of him dressed like that with the cast on his leg and the crutches under his arms, kept me hard.

But there was more to Tommy than his great body and that hot cast.  Tommy enjoyed life.  He was happy and content with himself and his surroundings.  I loved his laugh, his sense of humour, his sensitivity, and his caring and gentle nature.  In a word, I loved Tommy.  To me his broken leg was simply a bonus.  As the time approached for Tommy to be readmitted to the hospital for further surgery, I was growing apprehensive but Tommy was looking past the surgery to the recovery time.  Again, he would be in a long leg cast and would remain on crutches.  To him, that was more important.  It's what got him through the five days he spent in hospital.

When he was finally released, we knew we had at least five more months of recovery time.   He would have the long leg cast for only eight weeks, a walking cast for a month and then at least 2 months of intense therapy to learn how to walk again.  Although the therapy was painful and arduous, Tommy endured it without complaint.  Even though he was no longer casted, he was still getting around on crutches.  For about the first month of therapy, he would only put minimal amounts of weight on the leg.  Basically, he was 'feather stepping" with his leg.

When the therapy was finished, Tommy was left with a bit of a limp.  I was left with two things: the memories of our wonderful time together while he was casted and with the most wonderful partner a guy could want.