Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 17:02:38 -0400
From: Robert Mooney <briarwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: "Gary's Problem" Chapter 1 Male/Adult/Adult

This is a story that came to me in the night, It's about two ex-soldiers
that find themselves in a man on man relationship.  If this scenario
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Gary's Problem
Chapter 1

  The last time I'd seen Gary, he was a bleeding, broken mess. We'd been
stationed together in Kandahar when a roadside bomb wiped us out. I was
thrown from our Hummer, but Gary took the brunt of the blast.  I found him
a short time later, bleeding, in pieces, his torso was without arms or
legs, and was pretty much stripped of all the gear he'd had on. that
apparently had protected him somewhat, because--other than no longer having
legs or arms, he seemed to be in decent shape. He was unconscious, so I
held him in my lap, covering his nudity with a cloth that was lying near
by, until the medics got there.
   When they arrived, they quickly took him from me, placing him on a
stretcher, along with the shredded legs he'd once run on, and one arm, the
skin on which was shredded. I never knew what happened to his other
arm. Poor guy.
   Gary and I were friends, had done everything together since boot camp
when we found out that we grew up a few miles from each other in
Michigan. Since we worked well together, it was decided from the onset that
we would be stationed together. We fought together, ate together, even
partied together. Gary had been a looker, and was very popular with the
nurses. Not that I was any slouch, you understand, but Gary was the
superstar.
   After the bombing incident, Gary was sent home, of course, and I was
reassigned to the Afghan-Pakistani mountain region. Four months later,
though, my foot was crushed while unloading a cargo truck, so I wound up
stateside, too.
   My foot was eventually rebuilt, but the pain is always there. I
apparently wouldn't be playing anymore basketball, which Gary and I had
excelled in with the guys in camp.

  Back home, we lived about 20 minutes from each other. I'd heard that Gary
had been allowed home from the hospital, under the constant care of his
family. I was working at my father's tractor store and struggling with my
marriage.
   Stacie and I had been deeply in love when we got married, just before I
was shipped out. She had been prom queen and I, her king, the year before
we married. After Afghanistan, though, she was distant, and obsessed with
her job as a marketing analyst of some sort.  We maturely decided it wasn't
working out for either of us--though I secretly suspected she'd met someone
else while I was in Afghanistan.
   With my family's help and the money I'd now be getting from the
military, I was able to afford a small cabin-style house, on the lake,
outside town. It was a very cool little house, two bedrooms, a big porch
that surrounded most of the house, overlooking the lake, and windows all
around.
   Since I didn't have much, it didn't take me long to settle in. Needing
supplies, I drove to my new, local market, where I happened to run into
Gary's sister.
    "Hey Kitty, how are you?" I asked.
    "Not bad, Ben, I heard you were in town. How're you doing these days?"
she replied, looking me over.
    "Better," I answered. "How's Gary?"
    "He's doing OK, poor guy. It's hard on Mom and Dad, though. Gary can't
do anything for himself. He has to be waited on hand and foot, literally!"
   "I know," was all I could say.
   "You need to visit him. Do you know, just after that IED blew, he
remembers you holding him and crying. That was a very big deal for him."
   "It was a very big thing for me, too. I thought I'd lost my friend."
   "Well, all he has now is his mind...and it seems like a constant
hard-on," she grinned. "Poor guy."
   "Well, at least we know that part of him is working," I grinned, too.
   "Yea, but he needs to get off! I can't help him there, I just
can't. He's too big, and Mom and Dad can't do anything about it."
   "That could be a problem," I agreed.
   "Ben, could you maybe help us a little?"
   "Of course!" I said. "Now that I'm settled, and close, I want to help my
friend. What exactly would you like me to do?"
   "Could you help him get off, for starters? Maybe find some lady of the
night, or something to help him out."
   "I couldn't do that to your folks, and I sure can't take him to a whore
house." I said.
   "Well, I don't know! He's your friend, though. Please figure something
out for us."
   I thought about this a moment. Maybe just jacking the poor guy off would
release some steam. "OK," I said. "I'll figure something out, Kitty. Could
I come over later, today?"
   "Of course! If you wouldn't mind staying with him a while so we could
get some shopping done, that would help a lot."
  "OK, then. Here's the plan. Let me run this stuff home, and put it all
away, and I'll be over. I can give you, say 2 or 3 hours. Would that help?"
   "That would be awesome, Ben! Thanks!"
   "OK, let's do this then." I decided. "I want to see Gary."
   "He'll be glad to hear that," Kitty replied. "OK, see you in a while
then, right?"
   "Right! See ya'!" I said as I finished my shopping and prepared to take
it home.

   I pushed through doing what I had to do, and headed over to Gary's
house. When I arrived, Kitty met me on the porch.
   "Thanks for doing this Ben. Everybody's really excited, especially
Gary."
   "I'm as nervous as I was on my first date," I muttered to myself.
   "What'd you say?" She hadn't heard, apparently.
   "Just mumbling." I replied as she led me into the house.
   Her Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, and greeted me enthusiastically.
   "We're so glad you could come," his Mom said, as she hugged me.
   "I'm sorry that I couldn't get here sooner, how's he doing today?"
   Over a baby monitor-type speaker, I heard,"I'm doin' great, but I'll be
better once you get your skinny ass up here!"
   We all smiled. "I've been summoned, it seems. Feel free to do whatever
you need to do," I said. "I plan to spend a couple hours with the grouch
upstairs," I said loud enough to make sure he heard me.
   They all mouthed,'thank you!' and I turned to climb the stairs.

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