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| by Larry |
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| "Are we set to go?" I asked Scott my partner and lover. "You bet. Clothes and essentials are packed in the trunk. Skis secured on the roof racks along with the poles. Boots, bindings and all of the other things are in the back seat. We're ready to roll." We climbed into the car and started our drive to the mountains of New England. I had a chalet in the mountains that was left to me when my parents died five years ago, along with enough money to let me take vacations of indefinite length. This would be a special trip with Scott. We had met the previous spring and fallen head over heel for each other. Scott was a beautiful young man. He was 25 years old. He wore his golden blond hair below his shoulders but let it flow freely rather than drawn into a ponytail. He stood over six feet tall and had a beautiful body, well defined but not overly muscular. We also discovered we had something special in common: both of us were attracted to guys who wore casts and walked with crutches. We loved to cruise in the car or walk the malls in the hopes of sighting a great-looking guy on crutches wearing a cast. When we'd see a guy with a broken leg, we both get hard. Although I'd worn a med cast once and a few recreational casts, Scott had never been casted. It was his biggest wish. I often pictured his long legs encased in plaster and a pair of crutches supporting him. I decided to help him fulfil that wish with this trip. It was late afternoon when we arrived in the small town, which would be our final stop before heading to the chalet. We would leave the car here and be driven up in a 4X4. I pulled into the parking lot of the agency where we would be met by our driver and the special person who would accompany us. When we entered the agency, my heart began to race as I saw a tall young man, with his back to us. He stood leaning on crutches. His right leg was encased fully in a plaster cast. He wore a black boot on his left foot. The tight jeans he wore had the right pant leg cut off at the top of the clean white cast. He wore a thick, ivory wool sweater. His brown hair was thick and collar length. As he heard us come in, he turned to face us. A beautiful smile lit his face as he recognised me. "Pete, you made it! How do you like my new look?" I went to him and hugged him. "Jared, you look HOT! So, what happened?" "Busted tibia and blown knee." "Kewl. By the way, Jared this is Scott." Scott and Jared shook hands. Scott said, "Man, you look hot in that cast." Jared blushed and said, "Thanks. Say, why don't you go over to the counter and let the guy know you're here? Then you can supervise the loading of the SUV we'll have to take us up to the chalet. I want to talk to Pete for a few minutes." When Scott was out of earshot, I said, "Is everything ready?" "I tested it myself last week. That's why I'm like this." I smiled and said, "Jared you're the best." "Anything for a fellow caster. Believe me this is all worth it. The knee was an added bonus for me. After 12 weeks this cast comes off and they're going to reconstruct the knee. It'll keep me on crutches for at least nine more months." "That's fantastic! I hope we'll both be that lucky." "I thought of that. I've arranged to have each of you blow a knee if you want, so you can make your stay indefinite." "You're the best, Jared. Yes, put that in motion. Now, what about the chalet? Is it well stocked?" "You bet. The freezer is packed, as are the cupboards. I've laid out two cords of wood in the basement for the fireplace and stacked two more out back just in case. There are two portable generators primed and ready to go should something happen to the power. And there's a good supply of gasoline safely stored there as well. I've also set up a small ham radio for emergencies." I stepped closer to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "What would I do without you my friend. This is going to be special." "Does Scott know what you've planned?" "No, I wanted it to be a surprise. He doesn't even know you're going to be with us." Just then, Scott stuck his head in the door. "We're ready to go, Pete." "Ok. We're coming." I held the door for Jared as he gracefully swung on his crutches. He was beautiful and smooth on the crutches as usual. As he brushed past me I could feel the tightness growing in my jeans. I smiled and whispered, "Thanks for getting me hard, my friend." When we had gotten into the SUV, Scott asked, "You coming too, Jared?" "Of course he is babe. You don't mind do you?" "Hell no. With that casted leg and crutches, I'm glad to have him along." While I sat in the front with the driver, Scott and Jared sat together in the back. Scott insisted that Jared rest his leg on Scott's lap and as we headed to the chalet, he gently stroked Jared's toes. When we got to the chalet, I told Jared to show Scott around while I brought everything inside. When I was through unloading the SUV, the driver returned to town leaving us alone. While Jared took Scott on a "tour of the bedroomÓ, I turned on the heat and brought some wood upstairs to build a fire in the large living room fireplace. Once I had the fire blazing, I called and ordered in some Chinese food for supper. Just as I hung up the phone, Scott and Jared came downstairs. "So what do you think of the place?" I asked. "I love it, especially the bedroom." We all chuckled at that. I sent Scott into the kitchen to grab plates and forks for our food and when he had left, Jared asked, "When do you want this to happen?" "How about the day after tomorrow?" "Sounds good. We'll let him get in at least one day of skiing so he doesn't suspect anything." "By the way," I said. "Did you talk to Paul?" "Last week. He's stocked up and ready for us. In fact my cast came from his supplies." After eating, we sat around the fireplace. Again Jared propped his leg on Scott's lap. Scott asked, "How did you and Jared meet?" "It was when we were 16. I had been here with my folks and one day I got bored and decided to check out the hotel in town. When I walked into the lobby, there was Jared sitting with his left leg in a short plaster cast and propped up on a stool. He looked so sad sitting there by himself. So I went over to him, we started talking and, as they say the rest is history. Ever since then, we usually get together for a week or two during the winter and one or the other of us spends that time in a cast. On a couple of occasions though, we've been together longer when one of us actually has a busted leg. Like Jared does now." Scott looked at Jared and said, "How many times have you broken a leg?" "This is the fourth time. The first was a simple broken ankle. That's when I met Pete. But the rest of the time I've been lucky enough to break my tibia so I get to wear a long leg cast like this one. So what about you, have you ever broken your leg?" Scott sighed before replying, "Nah, I've never been so lucky. Some of my friends have but you're the first guy whose been willing to sit like this with me and the first who ever let me jack them off while casted. I couldn't believe it when I met Pete and found out he likes guys in casts too." "Not just like," I replied. "I actually love guys like Jared who are casted." "Do you think we could do some casting while we're here?" I smiled and said, "I think something might be arranged." "That would be so kewl." The following morning Scott and I went skiing together. By lunchtime I was exhausted and hungry. We went back to the chalet and sat down to a hearty lunch that Jared had put together. When we were done, I suggested to Scott that he go out again but that I wanted to rest for a while. After he had left, I helped Jared clean up. We kept bumping into each other playfully and as we did, I could feel my dick getting hard. I glance at Jared and I saw that he was hard too. The sight of this gorgeous young stud wearing a long plaster cast and supported by crutches drove me wild. I led him into the living room, helped him strip, sat him on the sofa and lay on top of him. The feeling of his hard and cool cast against my bare leg was heavenly. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed passionately. I loved the smell of his thick, soft, clean hair. The feel of his well-defined body beneath mine kept me hard. Soon I removed my lips from his and began to rapidly cover his face in kisses. Then I began to work my way down his torso with my lips and tongue alternating between kissing his smooth chest and licking it. His gently rippled stomach muscles provided me with a lot of pleasure. Finally, I reached my goal: his rock-hard penis. At first I snuggled my nose in the thick curly hair around his member. Then, with his hardened penis lying against his stomach, I began to lick the underside of it. As I did, the pre-cum juices began to trickle out. Jared moaned softly and reached his hands down and ran his fingers through my hair. Taking his member into my mouth, I began to slowly lick and suck at the same time. Carefully, I built him to the point of explosion but then eased back to delay the moment. Then I released his penis from my mouth. I shifted my attention then to his casted leg. I began by exploring the part of his thigh not covered by plaster. Though it was an area of his leg of not more than a few inches, I licked it slowly and carefully. As I licked the inner thigh, his moans grew deeper. I managed to slip my tongue between the edge of his cast and his thigh. The hardness of the cast kept me hard. Next, I returned my attention back to his still hard dick and again brought him to the point of explosion then eased off at the last moment. Re-focusing on his casted leg, I moved down to the end and concentrated on the five long toes, which poked out of the end of the cast. Slowly I sucked and lick each toe. I would take them into my mouth and bring them in until my lips touched the plaster of his cast. Once again, I returned to his penis and this time brought him to a full climax. When I finally took his softening penis from my mouth, I shifted myself up his body and lay with my head on his chest. He gently stroked my hair. We fell asleep like that.We were startled awake by the ringing of the phone. Groggily, I got up and made my way to the table where the phone sat. "Hello." "Oh gawd, ya gotta help me, Mike. I think my leg's busted." I recognised Scott's voice and was instantly awake. "Where are you buddy? What's happened?" "I was skiing and I went over the edge at Devil's Elbow. I think my leg's broken. I can't move it and it hurts like hell." "Don't move, Scott. I'll have the ski patrol get to you as fast as I can. Just hang in there buddy, help's on the way." As I dialled the number of the ski patrol, Jared slid up beside me. "What's wrong, babe?" "It's Scott. He's gone over the edge at Devil's Elbow. He thinks he has a broken leg." When I had hung up, Jared placed an arm around my shoulder. "Relax, he's gonna be fine. I guess this sorta blows our plans. The end result is the same though so that's a good thing." While I waited to hear back from the ski patrol that they had found Scott and were taking him to the hospital, I paced slowly with Jared beside me. Just watching how he casually strode beside me on his crutches was getting me hard again. I had managed to get dressed but Jared remained naked except for the cast on his leg. The phone rang again after what seemed like an eternity. I picked it up before the first ring was even finished. It was Doug Peterson of the ski patrol. They had found Scott and were about to transport him to the hospital. He said that Scott's left leg was pretty badly broken.When I hung up the phone, I called the agency and had them send a car up. While I waited for it to arrive, I put on a jacket and some boots. As I saw the car pull into the driveway, I gave Jared a kiss on the lips and told him I would call when I had some news. I reached the emergency room of the hospital just after the ambulance bringing in Scott. The nurses kept me out of the treatment area and so I paced in the hallway waiting for news. I heard a throat being cleared behind me. I turned to find a doctor in blue scrubs standing behind me. "Are you Peter? I'm Dr. Greene. Your friend Scott has a very badly injured left leg but no other serious injuries. Preliminary examination reveals a shattered heel and ankle, compound fracture of the fibula, a splintered and a compound fracture of the tibia as well as a possible fracture of the femur. There are also indications of an injury to his knee but I won't know that until the swelling goes down and I can get a better look at it. He's being prepped for surgery as we speak." "Can I see him, doc?" "Briefly. I want to get him to the O.R. as quickly as possible." He led me to Scott's bed. Scott lay virtually naked on the bed. A thin white sheet covered his left leg. His hair was rumpled and his face was pale. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. His eyes caught mine and he smiled wanly. "My leg's broken." "I know. Just rest and keep quiet. They're about to take you to operate on the leg. I'll be waiting for you when you wake up. OK?"He nodded weakly. When I got to the waiting area down the hall from the operating room, I used the pay phone and called Jared. He offered to come and wait with me but I told him I would spend the night at the hospital. I asked him to come up first thing in the morning. It ended up being a long evening and night in the waiting room. It was nearly seven hours before Scott was wheeled into the recovery room. When Dr. Greene came to talk to me, I was barely able to focus on his words. He told me that there was still more work to be done on Scott's leg. He would virtually have to rebuild and reconstruct the shattered ankle and heel. He managed to take a look at the knee and discovered that it had basically been shredded. He had decided to wait until the bones had healed before turning his attention to the damaged knee. When I asked about the recovery time he said, "Best case scenario, eighteen months. More likely however, about 24 to 30 months including therapy." It was nearly 7:30 in the morning before Scott was wheeled into his room. His leg hung suspended above the bed in traction. Metal pins ran through the leg and were attached to wires, which provided the tension and stability the leg required. He drifted in and out for most of the day. By early evening he was more fully awake. At one point a nurse came into the room and gave him some pain medication and saw to it that he was comfortable. When she had left, he looked at me with a mischievous smile on his face. "Isn't this great," he said. "I've finally got the chance to wear a cast and use crutches. I think I did a pretty good job, don't you?" "What are you talking about? You mean this wasn't an accident?" "Hell, no. When you first told me we were coming up here, I saw this as my chance to break my leg so I could get a cast. Then yesterday when we were skiing and you pointed out Devil's Elbow to me, I figured that would be a great place to have an accident. So I did a couple of runs and then deliberately headed over the edge." "Scott, are you nuts? You took one hell of a big gamble. You could have done a lot more serious damage to yourself. You could have been stranded there overnight in the cold until someone found you. You could have suffered serious frostbite." "That's why I brought the cell phone. I kept it in my jacket pocket and once I was over the initial pain, I simply called you and everything was fine. I've planned this for a month now. So how bad is the break?" "Well, it's more than a simple break," I said. I then explained the breaks and injuries and surgeries he would need and the length of recovery needed. When I was finished his one word response was "kewl". Scott remained in hospital for another four weeks and underwent five surgeries to repair and rebuild his heel and ankle. Four days following his last surgery, Dr. Greene had him taken out of traction. Then he was wheeled to the fracture clinic in the hospital. Paul, the orthopaedic technician who was a friend of mine and who would cast Scott's leg, met us there. After introducing Scott to Paul, Paul began the process of applying the cast. He worked slowly and gingerly so as not to jar Scott's leg and cause him any discomfort. As he applied the cotton wrap to Scott's leg he said, "You know, I've seen the x-rays for this leg and I gotta tell you, you're one lucky guy." Scott smiled and said, "Yeah I know." Paul paused and looked Scott directly in the eye and continued, "No, you don't know what I mean. First of all, Pete here told me what you did and I have to tell you that was pretty dumb because you couldn't know what kind of injury you'd sustain. You could have had very serious life-threatening injuries. Next, you may not know this but you came pretty close to losing your leg. Thanks to Dr. Greene who managed to work his ass off to save. Finally, you happen to be lucky you're getting this cast. It was basically a flip of the coin that decided whether you'd have a cast or wear a metal and wire frame. Trust me, those contraptions aren't a piece of cake to wear. They are more awkward than a cast and can cause some other serious problems." A chastened Scott cast his eyes down. Paul then said, "Do you understand what I'm saying here? Sure I know that you wanted to wear a cast but there's a hell of a lot easier ways of doing it. Next time you wanna have a cast, talk to Pete here or even me. We'll be happy to set you up with what you want. I have access to the casting materials and have done a few recreational casts for Pete and Jared." When Paul was finished the cast on Scott's leg, which ended about four inches below his hip, was a work of art. He checked on its strength, hardness and smoothness before releasing Scott. He said he would bring Scott his crutches and check again on the cast before his shift finished in a few hours. When we returned to Scott's room, Jared was sitting there with his casted leg stretched out in front of him. Looking at Scott's cast he said, "Paul did another great job. When you getting out of here?" Scott replied, "The doctor said I could probably get outta here tomorrow if I can show him I can handle the crutches." "No problem there my friend. I'll be glad to teach you. When they bringing you the crutches?" "Paul said he'd bring them by before his shift ends. He wants to check the cast before he leaves." That afternoon, after Paul left satisfied with his work, Jared began instructing Scott on the fine art of walking with crutches. Soon Scott was walking smoothly and easily with his casted leg hanging in front of him. The next morning I came by with a pair of jeans for him. I had removed the left pant leg to make it easier to fit over the cast. I also brought his favorite hooded sweatshirt. When I got off the elevator, I saw Scott swinging smoothly down the hall. I smiled at the sight of him casted and on crutches and felt a growing hardness in my jeans. When he turned in my direction and saw me, a big smile came across his face. "You ready to leave this place?" "You bet. I've been out here walking for almost two hours. I wanted to build up my strength. Where's Jared?" "He's waiting at the cottage for us." "I thought he might be here so we could walk out together." We went into his room so he could put on his ski jacket and I could pick up his stuff. After he had slipped his jacket on, he turned and came towards me. He stopped in front of me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I can't wait for my casting adventure to get started. I hope that at some point soon you're gonna be casted too. You know, it would be great if the three of us were all casted and on crutches at the same time." I put my arms around him and said, "I wouldn't dream of letting you and Jared have all the fun." With that we headed back to the cottage. As we pulled up to the front door, Jared stood on the porch leaning on his crutches waiting for us. When Scott reached the top of the steps, Jared met him with a kiss. I slipped past them and opened the door for my casted lover and my casted best friend. Who could ask for anything more? It was only a few days until Christmas. Scott was settling nicely into a routine that saw him going for a daily walk with Jared to build his stamina and strength. As the days were progressing, so was his mobility with crutches. Finally, I decided it was my turn. Using the arrangements that Jared had put in place before our arrival, I decided to go skiing one crisp morning four days before Christmas. Without getting into details, by noon my right leg was broken and my knee was shot. I was taken to the hospital where my broken tibia and fibula were set surgically and my leg was immobilised by Paul in another of his perfect plaster casts, which he had extended close to my hip. On Christmas Eve afternoon I was ready to be released. I had made arrangements to be driven from the hospital back to the cottage. I had told Scott and Jared that it wouldn't be necessary for them to come to the hospital on that day. Paul came to help me get ready to leave the hospital. Once my release papers had been signed, he helped me get dressed. With some effort he managed to help me into a pair of grey sweatpants. Even though they were fairly loose, I had him cut the right pant leg off to expose my cast. Then he put a white tube sock on my left foot along with a black sneaker. I slipped a grey sweatshirt over my head and then put on a bright yellow and navy ski jacket. Paul helped me to stand on my leg and then handed me my crutches. Just as I was about to head out, he stopped me and said, "You look great man, but there's something I wanna add for affect." "What's that?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large red bow, which he proceeded to tie around the ankle of my cast. When he was done he stepped back and said, "There, now its perfect." We laughed together at the sight of that big red bow on my cast. After helping me into the car, Paul returned to his office and called the boys to let them know I was on my way. Nothing delighted me more than seeing Jared and Scott casted and on crutches waiting for me. I eased out of the car onto my own crutches and carefully climbed the steps. The three of us stood there with our arms around each other, hugging tightly and kissing each other. Then we went inside to rest. The following day we would begin, in earnest, our great winter casting adventure. |
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