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| Part 1 by Castgimp |
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| Stretched out next to him on the bed, in the dark, I could hear hisbreathing close to me. It was uneven. He would stop, at the top, before heexhaled. My arm on his belly would rest in the pause, before it descendedagain with the emptying of his lungs. "Are you asleep?" I knew he wasn't. "No." "Tell me again," I whispered softly. "I'm tired." "Tell me again." He didn't answer. He shifted his weight. Thehard plaster of his cast scratched against my leg. I moved my hand from hisbelly to his chest, tracing his nipple, firming it. He held his breathlonger, unwilling to exhale. I pinched his nipple between my fingers. Hegrunted, softly, as he finally exhaled. "Which part?" "From the beginning." I moved my hand up to his face, and rested it on the pillow next tohis head. I could feel the muscles in his face grow tight beneath hisstubble. His jaw was clenched, and he knocked his teeth together, clicking. "I was hiking the long loop. It was raining. I was cold. I was ina hurry to get down, and back to my car. I wasn't being careful." "What happened?" "I slipped on a wet rock. I took a step and slipped. I went downhard in the mud. I felt my ankle twist in my boot. My pack came halfwayoff, and I rolled. I knew I was hurt pretty bad." I could feel my cock growing stiff against my leg. I reached downand cupped the head with my hand. "Tell me what you felt." "It hurt. It hurt like hell. I couldn't breathe at first. I triedto grab my ankle but I couldn't reach it. The weight of my pack pinned medown. I lurched to try to get my shoulders out of the strap and when Imoved I knew my ankle was broken. It was raw. It felt like it was on fire.I could feel the bones move inside. It was cold but I was dripping withsweat, and nauseous. I managed to get my arms free and sit up. The painwas shooting up my leg. I felt like my ankle was in a vice. I shifted myweight, and moved my butt down the hill, trying to ease the pressure, but itwas worse. Every time I moved the pain was more intense. I tried to bestill, to make it stop." I rolled over in the bed, closer to him, on my side, so we touched,my naked front against his side, my straining cock pressed up against hiship, the tops of my feet nested up against the coolness of the cast on hisleg. "What did you do?" "I had to get down. It was getting dark. No one knew where I was.I didn't think I had very far to go to the road. Less than a mile. I knewI had to make myself go. I told myself I could handle the pain. I wasafraid. I thought I might be in shock. I pulled myself up against a tree,and rested there. I tried to see through the rain to find a fallen branch Icould use to lean on, but the light was failing. I knew I was going to haveto walk on it. I rested against the tree, trying to get up my nerve to putsome weight down on my foot. I thought maybe it would just go numb, andthen I could tough it out." His breathing was jagged now, and his whispered words came out itclumps, between breaths. Up close against him I could feel his heartbeating faster. I could feel my own racing to catch-up. The cast was onhis right leg. He was lying on his back. In the dark of the bedroom I couldsee his toes sticking out from the white plaster of the cast. The heel ofthe cast was resting on a pillow. We had placed two other pillows under hiscalf, to take some of the pressure off the ankle. His leg was bent at theknee. I moved my hand along the underside of his thigh, to the underside ofhis knee, where the cast ended, and his flesh began, and then gently movedmy fingertips back up the inside of his thigh, toward his scrotum.Instinctively he moved his left leg out, his knee bending away from us,exposing his balls. I cupped them in my hand, and gently pulled on them.He had stopped talking. I tugged harder on his nuts, pulling them down. "Did it go numb?" "No." "Did you walk out of the woods, on your broken ankle?" "I had to." "What did it feel like?" "It was agony. Every step I took felt like I was breaking my ankleagain, for the first time, and I had to keep doing it, one step afterforward. As soon as the toe of my boot touched the ground the grinding painwould start. And I had to keep going. I had to move forward, and put therest of my weight on that foot. It felt like someone was sawing my ankleoff. It was like fire and ice at the same time. I remember thinking thatthis ankle can't possibly support me, that I would just crumble and fallback to the ground, but it held. I moved quickly forward with my other leg,to shift the weight off my right ankle, and even as I picked up my rightfoot and felt a momentary relief, I knew I had to put it back down againwith my next step and grind the bones together again. I could hear themgrinding. They made a noise. It was awful. I really thought it would havebeen better to break my neck. There was no end to the pain, and I knew Ihad to go on walking, lurching out of the woods." My nose was right up against his cheek, and I could feel the tears,hot and wet, that squeezed out from behind his closed eyes. I moved myfingers from his testicles back behind, and then between the warm crack ofhis buttocks. His left leg relaxed onto the bed, exposing his puckeredanus. I rested my finger against his asshole lips, gently pressing in,toward his middle. He reached down with his right hand along his side andfound my cock. It jumped in his hand, hard to almost bursting, strainingagainst his palm. He closed his hand around it, and squeezed. My fingerpushed a little harder against his rosebud of an asshole, and then itopened, yielded a bit, and my finger rested inside his warmth, his musclesgrabbing at my knuckle. "Where were you when I found you?" "Along the shoulder of the road. I had crawled the last hundredyards. I could hear the road and I knew I was close. Dragging my legbehind me didn't help the pain, but I couldn't stand on it anymore. Ididn't have the strength. I couldn't make myself stand on it anymore. I wason the ground, in the gravel, leaning up on my arms, watching for a car.You caught me in your headlights and pulled over." "I thought you were a deer that had been hit by a car." "You helped me up. You put your arm around my waist and supportedme on your shoulder and helped me into your truck. When I swung my leg upinto the cab of your pick-up I almost passed out. My ankle was pounding.You were going to take me to Burlington, to the hospital, but I made youpull over at the rest stop. I made you tell me you'd help me get my bootoff. My ankle was so swollen in my boot and was throbbing so badly I reallythought it was going to burst. I thought it would explode." "You were screaming at me. I thought you might be crazy. I knew wehad to get your boot off or we would never get you to Burlington." "I couldn't stand the pain anymore. I wanted you to make it stop.I wanted you to make the pain go away. I guess I was crazy with pain." "Tell me what happened at the rest stop." "We pulled in under a light, by the restrooms. There weren't anyother cars around. You parked, and came around to my side of the truck andopened the door. It was raining pretty hard. You were wet. I thought ifyou could just get my boot off the pain would stop. We didn't have a knife.I had left my pack in the woods. You pulled the laces out to try and loosenthe shoe. You told me it was going to hurt. You grabbed the heel of myboot and started to pull." He pulled my cock harder now, and faster. I was wet with pre-cumooze and my aching cock slid easily in the palm of his hand. My fingerpoked deeper into his asshole, pushing and pulling the muscle wall, coaxing,in and out, deeper, past the second knuckle, and then a second finger,touching his prostate, teasing it. I extended my legs their full lengthagainst him, stretching the muscles, pointing my toes and then bending myfeet, together, up under the bottom of the cast on his right foot. I couldhear his hard cock bounce off his belly, as it jumped and leaked andstrained. With my thumb and outside fingers I rolled his balls together andapart as I pushed and finger-fucked his tender anus. "Pull it off. Sweet Jesus pull it off. Goddamn it. Fuck. Oh myGod. It hurts so fucking much. Please just get it over with. Just grab myboot and pull. You have to help me. Oh fuck. Fuck." "Your boot won't come off. I can't get it off. Your ankle is tooswollen." "Please try. You can hurt me. It doesn't matter. The throbbing ismaking me crazy. If I lean back, and hold the car seat, and you pull, fromthe heel, I think we can do it. Oh fuck me. I think you have to twist it." "I could feel the ridge from the broken bone through your shoe. Iran my finger across it. It was right up against the tongue of your boot.When I pulled on the heel of your shoe I could see that ridge move. I knewthe broken end of the bone was moving. I was afraid of ripping the skin. Ididn't want to puncture the skin. Part of me was incredibly turned onwatching you scream. You were beautiful. Your face was so contorted. Iwatched your face as I pulled on your boot. I didn't want to hurt you but Icouldn't stop hurting you and I was getting so turned on hurting you that Iwas afraid I really was going to seriously hurt you. Oh fuck your ankle wasso broken. You were so beautiful and in so much pain. I wanted to hold youand make the pain go away and I wanted to make the pain go on and on. Istarted to twist your shoe back and forth as I pulled the boot, grindingyour broken ankle right and left and back." "Oh god. Oh my fucking god. Oh jesus christ that hurts. Oh fuck, I can't stand it. Stop. Please stop. You're making it worse. I don'tthink we can get it off. Oh christ. Aghhhh! Ohhhhhh fuck. Jesus you'rereally hurting me. I think we should stop and just get to a hospital. Ohchrist. What the fuck are you doing? Oh sweet jesus please stop hurting meoh my god fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me you're breaking my fucking ankleoh my god I'll never walk again oh shit who the fuck are you shit help mehelp me help christ you're sick oh christ I'm fucked please stop you'regoing to pull my fucking leg off seriously stop christ you ass-hole fuckfuck fuck me fuck you oh christ that hurts oh shit oh shit oh shit..." I came, screaming and grunting, into his hand, ramming my fingerinto his asshole over and over again as he writhed on the bed, gripping my hand with the vice of his asshole. I rolled onto him, sticky and wet,feeling his still hard penis pushing against my viscous belly. Myfinger-tip still stuck, gripped, resting in his quiver, I kissed his saltyface, licked his stubble, moved my mouth into his, his tongue grabbing mine,hungry for company. I popped my finger free, and moved to rest between hislegs, gently, trying not to knock against his healing limb. "The boot finally did break free from my foot. It felt like whitelightning, right through my core, from my foot right through my spine andscalp." "I love you." "I love you too." |
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