I woke up in a strange bed, my head pounding, my body aching. As I tried to shift my sore muscles, I realized my left arm and my right leg were splinted. I turned my head to find my stuffed bear sitting on a nightstand, as if keeping watch on me as he had throughout my youth.
As I tried to pull my wits together, my eyes lit upon my duffel bag leaning against a chair, my bundled tent propped beside it.
What happened? I remember falling, and then....
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and a large figure stepped into the room.
He was a powerfully built man wearing a pair of loose sweat pants and a worn flannel shirt, hanging open, exposing his ginger fur covered torso. As my eyes traveled up to rest upon his face, I felt myself stiffen. He had haunted my most erotic dreams throughout my life. But it had been decades. This couldn't possibly be him.
"Afternoon Lieutenant O'Malley," he said with a smile.
"How do you know my name?" I asked in surprise, then blushed when he pointed to my neck.
"Well, that's kind of the point of dog tags, isn't it?" he chuckled as he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah," I said sheepishly. "Been wearing them for so long I don't even think about them any more."
"Actually glad to find out you still remember your name. So you're one step above me," he said cryptically, tapping his head. "I'm Jim, by the way. How do you feel?"
"Like I fell off a cliff," I said, slowly smiling as he chuckled.
"That rather was the impression I got," he said, gently lifting my chin. "Can you follow my finger?"
He moved his finger back and forth, holding my head steady. I was able to tear my gaze from those emerald eyes to track his thick digit.
"Good," he said with a smile, releasing my chin.
"Where...where am I?" I said.
"This is my nephew's place. I'm still working on my place, which is nearby. Something I'm afraid you interrupted," he said with a mock scowl.
"Sorry," I said, dropping my eyes.
"Things happen," he sighed. "So, mind telling me what you were doing here? You're not AWOL, are you?"
"No. I got discharged so I could take care of my mom. After she passed, I didn't know what to do with myself, so came up here."
"Don't know if you realize you were trespassing on private property."
"I hate to admit it, but I kind of did," I said, dropping my eyes guiltily. "I...I used to live around here. Used to play in these woods with a friend of mine. Was the happiest I had been since...."
I trailed off, realizing my good hand was touching my scarred face.
"What happened?" he asked softly, noticing my gesture.
"Was in a fire when I was little. My dad died trying to save me," I said, feeling my throat tighten.
He gripped my shoulder and I looked into his sympathetic eyes.
"A big, red headed fireman saved me," I continued, staring into that strangely familiar face and his grip tightened.
"That's why you called me Rick," he said softly.
"Do you know him?" I said in surprise.
"He...he was my papa," he said, his eyes growing sad.
"I'm sorry," I said softly and we sat in silence for a long moment.
He shook his head.
"Things happen," he said. "But let's see about you. Can you move your fingers?"
My left hand seemed a little stiff, but I was able to wiggle my fingers.
"Good. Now let's see how the rest of you is doing."
"Are you a doctor?" I asked, hoping to distract him. I was naked under the sheets and I had been fully erect since he walked into the room. Thank goodness the blankets were thick enough weigh my dick down.
"Not really. Just picked up a good bit of first aid over the years. We don't really need much, but it comes in handy once in a while," he said enigmatically.
He reached for the covers that I had pulled up to my chin.
"Wouldn't think anyone who'd been in the military would have any modesty left," he smirked. "Who do you think got your clothes off you? Afraid I had to cut them off."
He tugged the sheets down to my waist and I felt my face grow hot as I was exposed to him.
A hint of a smile touched his lips and he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pair of scissors. I looked down in surprise as he began cutting away the blood stained bandages wrapped around my torso.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, you were pretty messed up," he said, removing the gauze to reveal unmarked flesh beneath it.
He ran his hand across my blood crusted stubble, his touch was electric, making me shiver.
"That hurt?" he asked looking up at me.
"Ticklish," I replied, feeling myself blush. I hoped he couldn't tell the effect he had on me.
"Looks like your ribs are healing nicely. Any trouble breathing?"
He pressed his ear against my chest and I inhaled sharply at the feel of his beard against my flesh.
"Can you breathe deeper than that?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin.
"So why am I here?" I asked nervously as he pulled away.
"As opposed to...?" he chuckled, looking up at me.
"A hospital. Or more likely a jail cell," I replied pensively.
"Well," he sighed, sitting back. "I'm not that familiar with this area yet. Don't know if I could have told someone how to get there. Don't know if their emergency system can get a fix on cell phones or not. And truth be told," he said, staring intently into my eyes, "I'm not sure they would have been able to get here in time to help you."
His expression was solidly serious.
"But you could?" I asked sardonically.
"Well, I hoped so," he said with a sad smile. "I'll explain more later."
He reached out and rubbed my head. Just like Dad used to do.
"You hurt?" he said as memories brought tears to my eyes.
"A bit," I lied.
In fact my aches were slowly fading.
"And as for the jail cell, I don't think you meant any harm. Now if my nephew was here, might be a different situation. He's a very private person," he said, the twinkle returning to his eyes.
"Sorry," I said again.
"Don't worry about it. He understands. They should be home sometime tomorrow. Just try not to piss him off," he chuckled.
"So you did that?" I gestured to my pack, unsure how to respond to that.
"Yeah. After I got you...stabilized, I followed your track back to your camp. Don't think there are any other big predators around here, but even rodents can make a mess of things. Hope you don't mind I just brought your Jeep around."
He pointed to the nightstand where my keys lay.
"Now, let's check out that leg," he said, reaching for the blanket.
I knew I was blushing furiously as he uncovered my legs.
"Well, looks like everything's working," he said with a slight smirk as my hard member was exposed.
"Afraid I need to piss real bad," I mumbled.
"We'll take care of that in a bit," he said, glancing at my face. "Now then, can you move your toes?"
I tried and hissed in pain.
"Not yet," he shrugged. "Bone takes longer to heal. Now then, let's get you to the john."
I had expected him to...well, I'm not sure what I expected him to do. But it wasn't scooping me up and carrying me to the bathroom. I'm no light weight, but he lifted me easily. Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around his neck and he smiled at me.
He got me onto the toilet.
"I'm going to change the sheets. Be right back," he said.
As soon as he left the room, I grabbed my hard dick and started stroking it frantically. After years in the military, I was the master of the Q2. Quick and quiet.
But I wasn't used to using my right hand. So all I accomplished was skinning the head, leaving trails of pre-cum running down my shaft.
"You a lefty?" he said, making me jump guiltily.
I hadn't even heard him come back.
"Yes," I squeaked.
God. I'm a grown man with nearly twenty years of military experience and yet somehow this guy made me feel like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar.
"I know a better way to take care of that," he smirked and turned on the shower.
I swallowed heavily as he shrugged out of his shirt, revealing his fur covered back.
"What...what are you doing?" I stammered.
"Well, we need to get you cleaned up and I don't want you putting any weight on that leg, so have to support you," he said, pushing his sweats down as he turned toward me.
I'd seen a lot of cocks in the showers over the years, but never seen one that big. He was uncut, too, but even soft, he was bigger than I was hard. Add in a pair of hefty, fur covered balls.... I swallowed heavily. I was trying not to stare, but I couldn't help myself. As I watched, the head began to emerge from its thick foreskin.
"What about my arm and leg?" I asked as he helped me stand precariously.
"I want to change the dressing anyway," he said calmly as he supported me into the shower.
The warm water felt good, but not as good as the warm flesh pressed against me. This was the closest I've ever been to one of my fantasies.
"Lean on me," he said as he reached for the soap.
Hesitantly, I wrapped my good arm around his waist as he began rubbing his hand across my chest.
"You shave your body?" he asked casually.
"Yeah," I said, then inhaled sharply as he rubbed my tit. "Doesn't grow through the scar tissue, so if I don't, I look like I've got mange."
He chuckled as I smiled nervously. I shuddered as his hand wandered south and grabbed my erection.
"What's wrong?" he said slyly. "You never had a buddy help you out before?"
"N...no," I stammered. "Actually never had anybody touch me there, other than for a physical."
I didn't want to tell him how good it felt. Or how good it felt that it was him touching me.
He took my cock in his soapy fist, holding me tight against him. I was acutely aware of his growing cock, it being hard to miss. As he jacked me off, his dick bounced and throbbed. Silvery beads of precum began to drip from the end of his jutting phallus to be washed away by the shower.
It didn't take much. I bit my lip, swallowing a groan as I shuddered. I lost my balance and fell against him, my face pressing against his wet fur. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my ass, pressing our cocks together. I clenched my jaw and lost it, blasting my load across his nuts.
I heard a rumble build within his chest, then he let out a roar and I felt his own scalding cum spray across my belly. He held me tightly as we humped out the last of our cream.
"That better?" he smiled down at me.
I could only look at him dazedly, panting heavily.
"Still need to piss?" he asked.
"Don't know if I can," I muttered, dropping my gaze.
"Well, then, let's try this," he said and dropped to his knees.
My hands fell to his broad shoulders to keep my balance.
"Wha...what are you doing?" I gasped as he worked his soapy fingers between my legs.
"Just helping you out," he grinned up at me. "Again. Just relax."
He found my asshole and prodded at it. His thick finger pushed through my sphincter and I clutched at his shoulders. It burned and I tensed up.
"At ease," he barked and my training kicked in.
His finger pushed through my tight ring. The pressure on my full bladder increased.
"But...," I grated, looking down at him.
"Just let it flow," he smirked. "I clean up easy enough."
I couldn't hold back any longer and with a sigh, let loose. I looked down as he let out a low moan. My urine poured down his chest, coursing through his cum matted fur, dripping off the end of his renewed hardon.
Eventually, the stream trickled off and he pulled his finger out of my ass, leaving me feeling strangely empty.
"Guess you did have to go," he chuckled as he stood and aimed the shower head back at us both.
I was too stunned by what happened to respond, even after he got us dried off. He changed the splints on my arm and leg and carried me back to bed.
"Hungry?" he asked as if nothing unusual had happened.
I nodded mutely.
"Be right back," he said with a wink and left the room.
I wasn't sure what to think. I had fantasized all my life about sex with another man. And not just any man, but with Rick. He wasn't Rick, but he was certainly close enough. But did he really feel the same, or was he, like he said, just helping a friend out?
By the time he returned, my thoughts were still chaotic.
"Hope you like chicken and noodles," he said as he entered the room, carrying a tray.
The aroma rising from the large bowls was heavenly.
He flipped the legs on the tray down and sat it across my lap and took his own bowl.
I awkwardly dipped the spoon into the bowl, stirring the thick noodles. I let out a sigh as I tasted the rich flavor.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Been a long time since I've had a real home cooked meal," I replied with a shy smile.
But there was more to it than that. It was the ultimate comfort food. Warm and somehow familiar.
"Well, I'm afraid I can't claim credit," he chuckled as he took a bite. "My nephew made a big batch before they headed to town the other day. The boy can cook. Even the noodles are from scratch. Though it's almost more stew than soup."
"It's good," I said, suddenly ravenous.
I began shoveling it in while he chuckled.
After I'd scraped the bowl clean, he took my bowl and ruffled my hair.
"Try to get some sleep," he said and bent, kissing my forehead. "We'll talk more in the morning."
He left, turning the light off as he went. I thought I'd never get to sleep, so many thoughts were chasing around my mind, but I was soon drifting off.