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| Part 6 |
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| I had taken the liberty of washing some of Red's clothes, and had broughthim some fresh socks and underwear and a clean t-shirt and sweatshirt towear home from the hospital. The nurses had laundered his jeans, and hadfixed them up to fit on and off over his cast by slitting the seam of theright leg along the inside, nearly all the way up to the crotch. Theywheeled him out in a wheelchair, with his cast supported on one of thosemetal leg supports. I had pulled the truck right up to the door. Betweenthe nurse and I, we managed to maneuver him and his crutches up into thecab. I had to roll the seat all the way back to give him room to swing hisleg in. There was a bag with some of his old clothes, and two packets ofprescription painkillers, and some hiking magazines that I had bought forhim in the hospital gift shop. He seemed embarrassed by all of the fuss ittook to get him settled. I finally climbed in the driver's seat and slammedthe door. "How does it feel?" "Moving around really hurts. It's all right if I don't move much." There were speed bumps in the hospital parking lot. I hit the first onefaster than I should have, without thinking. We bounced in our seats, and Icould see his cast come up off the floor and then back down. "Shit," he winced. "Oh man that hurts." "I'm sorry. Jesus, what were they thinking when they put those is here?" Ifumed. I was beside myself with guilt. Two minutes in the car and alreadyI was hurting him. I tried to take the rest of them as slowly as I could,but my old truck had a pretty rough ride and a fair amount of bounce. "I'mreally sorry. We're almost out of here." "I'm O.K. Listen, I really appreciate this. I'm not sure what I'd havedone if you hadn't come along. Offering me a place to stay like this isreally nice. It's more than most folks would do. I really don't know whatI would have done." "I told you it's not a problem. I live alone. I have the room. I think wecan make you comfortable." "I'm sure I'll be fine. Listen I want to pay you something for yourtrouble." "That's nonsense. You will not pay me anything." "Well, we'll settle up somehow. I'm not going to just take advantage." "You're not taking advantage, man. You've got enough to worry about justtaking care of that leg of yours. The nurse said the doctor told you you'reto stay off it completely for a week or two-- no running around on thosecrutches until you get a more permanent cast." "I know. I'm going to have to find me a hobby I can do sitting on my ass." "I'm sure we'll find things to keep you occupied. I've got cable, and aVCR, and lots of books." "I'm not much of a reader." "We'll keep you busy. Hey! Watch where you're going!" I slammed on thebreaks as some kid pulled out in front of me without looking. We bothlurched forward, and Red caught himself on the dashboard with his hands."Christ, I'm sorry Red. Let's just get you home." "I'm O.K. I didn't even bang my leg." I had decided that the best thing was just to lie absolutely still. We werelying next to each other in the same bed. An hour ago I had been tired butnow I didn't think there was any way in the world that I could go to sleep.Red had insisted that we should both share my bed, and now, lying here, Iwas acutely aware that his foot was up against mine. I didn't know when ourfeet had first touched. All of the sudden I had just become aware that theywere touching. I was on the opposite side of the bed from the one I usuallyslept on. We had decided to put his broken leg along the outside, ratherthan in the middle, so that he would be free to stick it out from underneaththe covers. His foot was still swollen and sensitive enough that thepressure from the blanket and sheet on his toes made him uncomfortable.Without my glasses I couldn't see my clock which was now on the oppositeside of the bed from me, but I knew we had been laying here for quite awhile. I didn't know if he was sleeping or not, but I didn't think he was.His breathing wasn't the even rhythm of sleep, and he had just slept theentire afternoon. Had he moved his foot over to touch mine under thecovers? I couldn't move. I didn't want to pull my foot away, for fear hereally had moved his foot over to touch mine, however unlikely that seemed.I also didn't want to shift or increase the pressure against his foot, or inany way acknowledge that we were touching. What if his foot had just endedup there? I wanted of course more than anything in the world to push backagainst his foot, increase the touch between us, caress his foot with mytoes, but I was afraid that if I moved at all or responded to his foot andhe thought I was trying to touch him that he would recoil and I would havebeen mortified. So I didn't move. I had resigned myself to laying awake all night on my back, not moving, atleast not until I was certain that he was asleep next to me. I keptthinking at least I don't have to work tomorrow. I had actually begun tofall asleep, in spite of myself, and was just drifting out of consciousnesswhen I became aware that the pressure of his foot against mine wasincreasing, ever so slightly. Suddenly I was wide awake again and my heartwas racing. Holding my breath and screwing my eyes shut, to feign sleep ifI had to, I shifted slightly, pushing back against his foot, and increasingthe contact between his skin and mine. He seemed to push back, in equalforce. I was fairly certain he was not sleeping and that this touch was nolonger accidental. We had reached a stand-off, both of us unwilling to goforward that final step that would have taken us forever past the pointwhere we could retreat to the safety of just having accidentally brushed upagainst each other in the same bed. Allowing myself to imagine for a minutethat this was real, and that Red was in fact trying to establish some sortof physical contact with me, I slid my foot up along the underside of hisleg a few inches, dragging my toes through the hair on his leg, thenstopped, and flexed my toes up into his calf. I couldn't exhale. He didn'tmove. I froze, afraid all at once that I had imagined the entire thing andnow was in a position I could not explain. I was about to withdraw my foot,and roll over, hoping to be able to ignore that anything had ever happened,when he reached over with his hand and found my arm and squeezed. I rolledinto him, running my hand over his chest, and burying my face in hisshoulder. "Red?" "Yeah?" "You all right?" "Yeah." I moved my hand down across his belly and found his hard prick straining uptoward his chin. I ran my hand lightly over it and it bounced between myhand and his stomach. He sucked in his breath and held it. I wrapped myfingers around his prick and squeezed. I felt his length jerk and jump. "Red?" "Yeah?" "How's your ankle?" "It hurts." "Tell me what happened." I was slowly stroking his cock, pushing myself upagainst his side, pushing my own hardness against his hip. "What do you mean?" "Tell me how you hurt yourself." I made a ring with my thumb and forefingerjust below the head of his cock and squeezed hard. "I fell, man. I fell down and broke my ankle." "How did it feel?" "It hurt. It hurt like hell." I moved my face up onto his chest and foundhis nipple with my tongue. I licked his tit, feeling the nipple get hardand pointed with the warm wetness. "How badly did it hurt?" "Real bad. I could barely stand the pain. I didn't think I could stand thepain. The pain was sharp and fierce." "Had you ever felt pain like that before?" His cock was leaking pre-cum andas I stroked his erection the length of his hard penis became slick. "No. It hurt worse than anything I had ever felt before. It was the worstpain I had ever felt, at least until you pulled my boot off." My cock wasso hard I thought I would explode without even touching it. I began to rubmy own leaking cock back and forth against Red's hip and thigh, slowlyfucking his leg while I pulled on his hard cock. "Did that hurt, Red, when I pulled off your boot?" We were both whispering."Yes. Oh yes." His eyes were closed and I could barely hear him. "It waslike you ripped my soul right out from my chest. It felt like you hadbroken my ankle right off. It was like my foot came off in your hand." Hisbreathing was uneven, and I could tell he was about to come. He was rollinghis head from side to side. "You made me do it Red. I didn't want to hurt you." "I know man, I know. Oh Christ the pain. The fucking pain. Please stophurting me." "We're almost there Red. Hang in there buddy. We're going to get you to ahospital. I just need to get your boot off. You foot is so swollen. Itlooks like it's going to explode." "Help me man, help me. You've got to help me. I can't walk. I can't standthe pain. Oh God that hurts. Pull it off man, pull my fucking boot off.""I can see your soul, Red, I can see right into the bottom of your soul.""Oh Christ that hurts. Oh Christ. Oh God. Oh my God." We both came, almost at once. He shot up over his belly and chest, twice,three times, and I ground myself into his thigh, fucking his leg and comingall over his side. Sticky and wet and exhausted we fell asleep, wrapped in a single torturedweb of pain and desire. |
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