Copyright: Blake Dorson 2000 WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If you are under the age of 18 or 21 as the law may specify, or are offended by material of this nature, please read no further. This is strictly a work of fiction/fantasy, and by no means, does the author encourage unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are illegal in your community. The author of this literature is a straight male. He writes out of his belief in free speech, expression, and press.
Turning 30
Twelve days before Bryan Garfein turned 30, he was driving home from a wedding that had been out of town. There was no reason that he couldn't have spent the night at the hotel. But, in his partly drunken state, he decided the four hour drive would be easier if he made it when there was little traffic, at 4AM. What happened next does not need to be described in depth. A combination of his drunkenness, speeding, and the dark turning to sunlight caused him to jump the median strip at around 95 miles per hour. This sent his car into what is believed to have been one airborne flip, and the car flipping as many as 6 times across the next 4 lanes before stopping violently when striking a tree. This left Bryan in a coma. He was about 45 minutes away from home and he had passed what should have been the most dangerous part of the drive before the sun could have distracted him.
He arrived at Creighton General Hospital with a lacerated skull and deep cuts to the left side of his body. At his bedside by the afternoon were dozens of people, his family, old friends, and even a few people he had just met at the wedding merely hours earlier. For a week his mother held his hand and spoke to him, begging for him to come back to her. His father spent much of his time away from his son, yet on the phone to everyone Bryan knew to let them know of the accident. Bryan's father updated a webpage nearly hourly on how everyone was coping, who was visiting, how Bryan was healing, and what the doctor's were saying.
His best friend left work early every day to check up on Bryan personally even after checking things with Bryan's father multiple times throughout the day. Jordan was dedicated to Bryan because Jordan had lost his older brother in a similar situation years earlier. He knew things could change drastically, and that any given moment could either spell the last moment, or open his eyes to a full recovery.
On Bryan's birthday, his mother almost fell sick from lack of sleep and both physical and emotional stress. She arrived at the hospital early to give Bryan his present, a gorgeous blue button- down shirt and a flashy yellow tie. If only he could put it on.
Jordan found himself in the hospital room long after everyone had left. He rearranged all of the flowers, the cards, the balloons, the stuffed animals, and various other gifts, some of which had been opened as if they had shown him, hoping he would wake up. Jordan sat on the edge of his bed holding Bryan's hands. Bryan, tired and drugged, was coming out of his coma, but unable to move or acknowledge Jordan, or to alert him that he was awake when Jordan began speaking.
"Hey, buddy. How are you doing today? It was a big day for you, turning 30 in style with tons of friends and family. Work was rough today for me, and I would have liked to come earlier, but as long as I didn't miss your special day. I would have gotten you a nice watch or something, but it looks like you have everything you need, toys included for at least a little while. You also don't appear to be in a condition to really appreciate some of the things that you have received. Of course, these gifts were bought out of love for you. You are surrounded by warmth in this little hospital room. I want to say you actually look good today, but it could just be all of these things and my hope that you'll wake up. So, anyways, my gift to you is me. You can't appreciate me unless you wake up, but I hope you hear what I'm about to say. I don't know if it is in my best interests or not to ever repeat this. I'm gay, Bry. I understand, and always have understood about being attracted to other men. I was afraid. I wasn't as strong as you. I couldn't tell people. If I could do things over, I would tell you and we would spend the rest of our lives together. It's hard to appreciate what you have, but now that you're in this state, I've come to really value what we've had, and with you willing, I'd like to take our relationship to the next level. A level we've never considered because I was supposedly straight. Please come back to me, your mother, and your father. We need you and love you more than we've ever, or will be able to express." Jordan finished while placing a kiss gently on his forehead as he squeezed his hands. Bryan felt as if he was squeezing back, but it was the gasp that escaped his lips that Jordan noticed.
"Bry? Was that you?" Jordan asked. --No Response-- "Bry, I'm tired after saying all that. It means a lot more than it sounded like. I'll be back tomorrow." Jordan said as he gathered his stuff. "Mmmmph." Bryan managed to conjure up from his voice and dry mouth. "Bry, that was definitely you!" Jordan turned back to him. "I just missed almost my entire birthday, can I at least have you for the remainder of it? I heard everything you said." Bryan told Jordan.
Jordan dropped his stuff and returned to the bedside. As weak as Bryan was, they embraced. Bryan tried to acquaint himself with all of the tubes and needles going in and out of him. Then, all of the gifts around the room when he felt a light breeze go up his hospital gown. He looked down to see if he was covered up to discover Jordan gently breathing and blowing on his pubic hair. In a matter of seconds, Bryan had a raging hardon. His balls were heavy and swollen from almost two weeks with no release. Jordan gently stroked the shaft in unison to the beeping equipment and dim flashing lights. Lost in the wonder of it all, both of them would have sworn they were in a hotel in Las Vegas with the casino lights shining in the windows. It was much quieter than Las Vegas though. Jordan placed his tongue on the slit, pressing as if to stop the pre-cum from leaking out. As his hand lost grip at how slippery the penis was, he removed his own slacks and pushed the elastic waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs to the floor. Being careful of the tubes and equipment, he slowly mounted the 8 inches of meat that was begging for release and attention. The sound of their balls slapping each other as Bryan's cock reached the depths of Jordan's hole and the moaning emptied out into the hall. The slow, gentle penetration as a result of the fragile situation sent waves of pleasure through both of them as they united at last. The nurses became alert to the sound and came rushing in as they turned on the light. They were greeted to the sight of Jordan, completely nude gently bouncing on the lively pole that was thrusting in and out of his ass as he furiously masturbated his own cock.
"What's going on in here?" The nurse asked with shock, as if it wasn't obvious. "Done in a second." Jordan replied. The nurses stood in awe as they held the medical records that indicated that he had indeed been in a coma. "This is not safe! I demand you get off of him now before I call security!" The nurse demanded.
With that, Jordan felt Bryan release in his ass, loads of cum, stream after stream. Jordan pulled himself off to let one last spurt of Bryan's jizz to fly up into the air as an exciting finale to the nurses. It landed half a foot away from one of them, at the bottom of the bed.
"Sorry, that was really important and neccesary." Bryan said. Jordan ejaculated as he pulled his boxer-briefs on. He walked out with his pants in his hand. "Bry, I creamed my shorts because of you. Thanks! See you tomorrow, baby!" He called back into the room to Jordan.
THE END.
This is my eleventh story to date. If you would like to read my previous stories, please visit: http://www.teenfree.com/fantasy/ I am working on a straight story as well as a lesbian story, and you can read about developments there. Also, please email me feedback. My email address is fantasy@eroticwriters.com