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Hospital Helplessness
I couldn't remember the last time that I'd cum. Honestly, it had been that long. Unfortunately, this wasn't my choice. Would you believe me if I told you that I had broken both of my arms? I wouldn't. Not because I look dishonest or shady, but because it just sounds so unlikely. Or maybe I wouldn't believe it because I wouldn't want to have to think about how terrible that would be.
In retrospect, it actually makes a lot of sense. My arms didn't break at the same time, one broken arm kind of lead to a second one. I had been training for a marathon that I was planning to run in seven months. I was a runner, I always had been, and I had a nice trim and defined body to attest to that. I live in a pretty rural city and I had been running through the woods on an old hiking path. There is a lot more resistance, running in the wilderness like that; it really strengthens the body, rather than running on asphalt. And it saves your knees from grinding down, too much.
It also results in unforeseen obstacles. I'd been running this path three times a week for the last six weeks. The night before my run, there was an awful storm. Lightning, thunder, and rain pouring down so hard that noise of the drops hitting my window kept me awake. When I started my run, I started out cautious. It was a little muddy and I didn't want to slip. That isn't what did me in, though. I was running at an admirable pace, fast enough that I didn't have time to stop when I took a quick right and tripped over a thick, fallen tree branch. I put out my right arm, to brace my fall, but instead, I heard a sickening crack and an aching pain shot up my arm.
I had been lucky that I did only break one arm. I managed to get up and make it back to my car and drive myself to the Emergency Room. After a cast and a sling, and four hours of my time, I was leaving. I was pretty angry at myself. I felt like this was an amateur mistake, and I'm not an amateur. I'm 26 years old and in tip-top shape, I should have been smarter. Well, it gets more embarrassing.
Have you ever tried driving with a cast and sling? I hadn't. I didn't have a lot of other options, and honestly, I was too embarrassed to call someone to come pick me up. I started out fine, one-handed driving is pretty simple. As I turned onto a busier street, though, I found I couldn't look over my shoulder as well, or change lanes as quickly. Anyway, long story short, I got in a car accident, which miraculously wasn't deemed to be my fault. I had been taking a right turn and because I was using my intact left hand to push the wheel, I couldn't make it at the right speed. Then, some asshole in a pickup truck didn't anticipate the speed hit my car on the left side. I remember hearing another crack, oh so familiar to the one hours earlier. My little, run-down car spun out to the side of the road and I blacked out.
And that's where we're at now. Two broken arms and a fractured leg, lying in a hospital bed in a gown that was too thin and just barely covered my 6'3'' frame. The doctor had been in earlier and threw some words at me that I didn't want to hear. "Healing process", "six weeks", "sponge bath". Things like that. What it all came down to was that I was laid up in the hospital for, optimistically, six weeks. I tried to convince them to let me go home, but I was firstly humoured with the nurses saying "well, if we let you leave, you'll be back in a few hours with the rest of your broken" and then secondly with a more stern "we need to monitor how the bones are healing and we can do that best here".
I was only three weeks in when the ache in my balls started to get the better of me. I'm not gay, or at least, I don't consider myself as such. I fuck guys and girls equally; well, I've never fucked a guy, but I've let them blow me. I have a high libido so it isn't so much about who gets me off, just that I get off. So, around the third week, when a nurse came in to give me a sponge bath, I tried sweet talking her. I complimented her hair, raised my eyebrows and gave her my signature crooked smile. She seemed to be falling for the charm and when the sponge started to creep down to my cock, I whispered to her "I would really appreciate it if you paid special attention down there". Her demeanour changed in a second. Sponge splashed back into the bowl of warm water and she huffily stormed out of the room. I actually moaned in agony.
I was moved to a double room a few days later. I wonder if the nurse had said she didn't want to sponge me down alone, or something. I was a little pissed. Sure, I crossed a line, I get that. But I'm a nice looking guy. Beautiful wavy, brown hair. Pearly white teeth. Shaven clean cheek, granted, with a subpar hospital razor sloppily done by a nurse. And I hate to brag, but I had a perfectly shaped cock, above average size, nestled among a tamed, manly bush, supported by two golf ball-sized nuts. I was a catch.
Anyway, they moved me into a room with a younger guy, I would guess around 21 or 22. He seemed cool. Probably a little bit shorter than me, but in good shape, dark brown hair that was a little messy and a five o'clock shadow that I found really sexy. Or maybe that was just my blue balls talking. Around his bed, he had stacks of textbooks and magazines, with a small fortune of get-well cards on the windowsill, which made me think he'd been here a while.
"Hey, how you doing?" I offered, after the nurses had moved me to the bed and left the room.
"Well, my go to response would be good, but I guess I'm in the hospital," he shot back in a friendly manner, with a smile that rivaled my own.
"You got me there. I probably would have called you out if you had said you were doing well," I said, and we both heartily laughed.
"Do you mind me asking why you're in here?" he asked.
"Ah, it's kind of embarrassing. I like to think I'm a mysterious guy, so all that I'll give you is I tripped, fell, which then led to a car accident," I said, blushing a bit.
"Wow, you take tripping to a whole new level, man," he said, chuckling at me.
"And what're you in for?" I asked, secretly hoping it'd be a little embarrassing.
"Surgery on my ankle. I was born with irregular bones, or something, and it needs to be trimmed down of grinding will wear out my ankle," he said.
"Well, we're a pair of pussy-wetters, aren't we?" I said, smirking at my own remark. He laughed loudly, and agreed.
"But, honestly, I'm not really looking to wet pussies," he said, suddenly becoming a little more serious and staring me straight in the eye.
"Oh, are you into guys?" I asked, kicking myself for my earlier joke.
"Yeah, yeah I am. No need to say it quietly, man, I'm not ashamed or anything," he said, looking askance at me.
"Sorry, sorry. I don't have anything against gay guys, I really don't. It was just really taboo in my house growing up. Hell, I've fucked around with guys," I said.
"Really? And you're still interested in wetting pussies?" he asked, back to his friendly, joking nature.
"Whatever gets me off, at the end of the day. I actually came onto the nurse giving me a sponge bath, that's how blue my balls are," I said, both of us roaring in laughter.
He looked slyly at me and said "Well, maybe it was good luck that we were put into the same room."
He slipped out of his bed and crossed the room to close the door. He came back and brazenly groped my crotch through the baby-blue gown that I wore. My cock twitched. He smiled and shook my hand and said "I'm Chase."
I chuckled and said "I'm Tag. Uh, before we do anything...I've only had guys blow me a few times, nothing else."
"That's fine. Maybe I'll be able to turn you to my side after this, then," he said, broadly smiling.
His big paw returned to my crotch and he started to work my meat through the fabric. I let my head loll back onto my pillows. I was a little nervous about going further with a guy. I'd reasoned that just getting blown by a guy just made me horny. But going further, with whatever Chase had in store for me, made me a little anxious.
Chilled air hit my genitals as Chase flipped the gown up onto my chest. His hand wrapped around my semi-hard pricked and squeezed it. A let out a small sigh of relief. He was staring into my eyes as his thumb started massaging the head of my cock. I responded vigorously, squirming my hips as my cock filled with blood.
Then, he caught my off guard by leaning down and catching my mouth in a kiss. It wasn't just foreplay, it was...passionate. He pressed into me and I opened my mouth slightly, moaning into him. Something felt right about it. His stubble scratched me and his tongue delved into my mouth. Although I was the cripple here, didn't make my submissive and our tongues wrestled within our mouths. I don't know how long the kiss lasted. My head was spinning when we let up for air. Although he only took a few gasps before lowering his mouth to my cock.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I encouraged as he swirled his tongue around my cockhead.
I was completely hard now and Chase seemed hot for my load. He started to bounce on my cock, his mouth nice and wet. I moaned under his ministrations. His tongue deftly darted around my cock, exploring every vein and every inch. I was really getting into the blowjob when he started to go down further and my cockhead slipped into his throat.
"Ahhh, fucker," I sighed.
He pushed himself, further and further until his nose was nuzzled against my bush. I briefly thought of how bad I must smell, considering my last bath hadn't reached there. He must not have minded because he stayed in place, using the muscles in his throat to swallow around my cock. I moaned loudly. This guy was an absolute pro. When he abruptly pulled off, I hastily asked him to finish me – I was so horny.
"I haven't been fucked in a couple of months, man. I am tight and clean and I would love to show you how great fucking a guy can be," he said, passionately kissing my neck.
My cock ruled my mouth "Fucking ride that dick, dude, I just need to cum."
"The thing is, I don't have any lube...so I need you to help me out...by rimming me," he cautiously offered.
I wrinkled my nose.
"I know, it's probably not your thing. But you've eaten pussy before, right? Think of it like that. I showered this morning, I'm really clean," Chase sputtered out, fearing he would lose the opportunity to take my gay-top card.
I sucked my teeth, looked at my glistening, hard cock and said "Fuck it, get up here". Again, at this point, my cock made my choices.
Chase, maybe afraid that I would change my mind, quickly shed his gown and straddled my bed. His hands pulled his cheeks open and he lowered himself down close to my mouth. Have you seen the move Hitch? Where the advice is to go 90% of the way towards a girl and let her come the rest of the way to you? It was like that...his asshole was so close, but I had to go the rest of the way. What a considerate guy. I dove in, thinking that'd be easier then staring at it.
My tongue lapped at his hole and I heard him groaning appreciatively. After a minute, I decided that it was a lot like eating pussy, except without the irritating search for a clit. I happily lapped away for a few minutes until he told me I had to go deeper, to prepare him for my big cock. I pushed at his opening and my tongue slipped in. He moaned louder and I swirled around inside his puckered hole, pushing my tongue further into his hole. I ended up tongue fucking him, stabbing into him over and over. His moans were muffled as he took my cock back into his mouth and started to work it back to rock hard. We must have been a hot sight, the two of us moaning like bitches in heat, tonguing away madly.
I really enjoyed rimming him, and his skilled mouth was getting me really hot. After Chase decided my tongue had lubed him well enough, he gently lifted off the bed, spun around and sat on my stomach. His mouth caught mine again, and his time, I pushed forward hard, letting him know I meant business. I really wanted to hold his head in place as I kissed him – I never realized how much you need your hands for sex!
His hand pulled on my soaked cock and he pushed and pulled it along his ass crack. I felt his hole pass along my cock, the opening so tempting that I thrust my hips upward every time that it passed. He chuckled slightly and said I was ready. He held my cock firmly at the base and started to sit on my cock. His hole was warm and wet from my tongue. His face showed discomfort as the head popped in.
I groaned like a lion. His asshole was like a vice on my cock and I saw stars. All I could think of was how much tighter Chase was than...any girl I'd ever fucked. He sighed with a smile playing on his face, as if it was a relief to finally be penetrated again.
"Okay Tag. Wow, you're a hung stud, man," he said, "so give me a few minutes to try to take this beauty."
"Shit, man, if it's going to feel this good eventually, you take the whole week," I gasped.
He pushed further down and more of my shaft slipped into him. Discomfort flashed on his face again. As he pushed down, I started to drink in his body. He was slightly athletic build, with dark chocolate nipples and a smattering of hair around a cock that rivaled mine in size. He was completely hard and his cock hung straight out from his body as if looking at me. I told you I didn't consider myself gay. But at this moment, I thought that was a fine looking dick.
He squirmed and gasped and writhed for the next ten minutes until I was completely in him. Like when the head popped in him, his hole was so tight. But there was now a warmth, enveloping my entire cock. My mouth was agape, eyes closed. It felt wonderful. Then, he started moving. He quickly shot up, leaving just the tip in, then slammed back down. He cried out and my eyes snapped open in alarm.
"Don't worry, I like it a little rough," he said, catching his breath, sweat dripping down his face.
He started to bounce on my cock, these long strokes making me groan and mutter like a pornstar. His eyes were locked with mine again, his hands folded and pressed into my stomach for balance. He was grunting as much as I was, in pleasure, as far as I could tell. His insides were caressing my cock, gripping it and milking it for all it was worth.
"Oh, fuck, Chase. You're a fucking God!" I cried out, as his ass slammed into my hips.
"Takes two to tango, lover," he said, leaning in for another French kiss.
His ass swallowed my cock like they were made to be together. Like I had been meant to fill up this young stud. I wanted more, though. The pleasure on his face was so sexy, it was getting me off. But I wanted to know I was doing it for him.
"Beat off," I said authoritatively.
"I'm so close, though, I'll cum all over you," he said.
"I want you to. Cum all over me," I growled.
He didn't argue it further. His right hand curled around his cock. I muttered dirty talk at him as his hand sped along his shaft as a blur. He became more vigorous in his bouncing on my cock and I was getting close. My toes were curling and he let out a guttural shout as his impressive meat sprayed jizz up onto my face, down to my chest, before oozing onto my stomach.
I was thrown into a frenzied lust and I started thrust my hips up, as best I could with my slight leg fracture. I moaned and mewled and yelled out Chases name as my cock couldn't take it anymore and I shot three weeks' worth of pent up jism into his sweet love canal. I pushed all the way into him as I came, my ass cheeks clenched, teeth gritted. I saw stars.
A minute later, I realized I had to keep breathing and started to take deep breaths. Chase was still on top of my, my softening dick inside him. His head was on my chest, in his jizz. He was also heaving in breaths and we were both pretty sweaty. I felt entirely content.
"Wow," was all I could say.
Chase chuckled and kissed me once as he dismounted. Cum started to stream down his leg.
"Jesus, man, your load drowned my insides," he said, chuckling.
"Three weeks," I weakly replied.
He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later, the toilet flushed and he came back out, without his jizz on him and legs clean. He held some wadded up toilet paper that was wetted. He cleaned his jizz off of me and then my junk.
I laughed "Hey, if you're going to give me baths, that nurse doesn't have a job anymore."
We laughed as he finished cleaning me up. He tossed the toilet paper down the toilet, flushed, and returned to his bed, grabbing his gown and draping it back over him. I fell into a contented slumber.
I woke up a few hours later. It was dark in the room, except for a small light coming from Chase's bed. I could see him flipping through textbooks, through my groggy eyes, with a small flashlight.
"Hey," I muttered.
"Oh shit, did I wake you?" he asked, genuinely guilty.
"No, no, no. I just wanted to say...thanks. For earlier. I mean, I know it was both our pleasures. But, uh...I think I might be gay," I said weakly.
"Shit, I must have been one great lay to turn you gay," he said, laughing.
"Hell, I love to cum. This was the first time I loved watching someone else cum, because of me. It was hot. Passionate," I said, turning a little red from my honesty.
He smiled a toothy smile.
"Uh, how many more days are you in here?" I asked with a sly grin.
He smiled wider "One surgery day, twelve for recovery," he said, slipping from his bed.
"Well, then we have a lot of time to blow each other's minds, again," I said.
Hey guys,
I hope that you enjoyed it. I wrote it fairly quickly, but I really enjoyed writing it. Let me know what your thoughts are! If I continue with it, I'll continue with it in my own way, but I love compliments and criticisms to refine my writing style and thoughts.
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