Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2012 16:04:17 +0000
From: Barry Street <hotboy__28@hotmail.com>
Subject: Accidents Will Happen! - Part 1

This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention.
Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The
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This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage
male and an older male.  It is intended for mature audiences only.  If you
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Accidents will happen

Chapter 1

I'd seen him in the neighborhood many times; he was about 15 or 16 years
old with blonde wild hair, 5'6 and around 115lbs.  I'd noticed him
delivering the papers, throwing the sleeved paper rag as far up the drives
as he could. On a couple of occasions he'd even smiled, waved and shouted
"Hi Mister!" as he'd launched my paper up the driveway.

My name is Dan, I am a 26 year old Junior Doctor at the local emergency
room.  I am brown haired and blue eyed, 5,10 and 150lbs in reasonably good
shape with a killer smile, or so I am told.

This morning was a little unusual to the last few as I'd ended up pulling
an all night shift in the ER because of a serious bus crash. I'd spent from
the moment I had arrived at 2pm patching up some minor injuries as well as
working hard to save some seriously injured people, which sadly I didn't do
every time.

I'd finally arrived hope at 6:15am.  It was damp outside from the overnight
storm that had been a factor in the bus crash; there were leaves and debris
strewn across the road as if one of my neighbors had emptied their green
garden trash bag on the road.  However the leaves had been ripped from the
trees as the storm had torn through several neighborhoods, including
mine. I stopped the car just outside the garage and turned off the engine
listening to the latest news report about the crash.  They didn't have all
the information but what they did have was sadly wrong. I pulled the key
from the ignition not wanting to listen to anymore of the tragedy, I had
already experienced too much in the ER.  I opened my car door and felt the
cool breeze that had been left behind from the storm, hit my face as I took
a deep satisfying breath of morning air.  I was usually up at this time so
I could go for my morning run so when I heard the screeching of bicycle
brakes I wasn't particularly alarmed as it was a noise I heard most
mornings.


"That kid really should get his brakes fixed" I said to myself as I closed
the car door and pressed the "plip" to lock the doors. The screeching got
closer and louder and was going right through me when it was joined by a
clearly panicked "Whoa".  I turned to see what the problem was just in time
to see the paper boy completely lose the bike from underneath him as the
wheels hit a large patch of greasy leaves and shoot directly across the
road.  It was almost slow motion as the kid hit the road with a thump and
slide and roll five to six feet along the asphalt

"OOWWWWWWW" the kid cried as he finally came to a stop.  I grabbed my bag
and carefully ran to him.  I could see in his face that he was trying
desperately not to cry but he couldn't hold back as the tears started to
run down his face, more than likely more from shock than anything else.

"Hey buddy its ok" I said to him as I crouched down beside him.  "My names
Dan and I'm a Doctor, what's your name and where does it hurt?"

The boy looked up at me with beautiful blue, but tear filled eyes.

"My knees and my back and my name's Dylan" he said trying hard to hold back
the tears.

I opened my bag and pulled out a pair of latex blue gloves and put them on.
I could see why his knees were hurting as he'd managed to scuff right
through both knees of his jeans and both knees were badly grazed and
bloody.

"Ok try not to move Dylan" I said, "and describe to me where on your back
the pain is and what sort of pain it is".

"It's half way up and it's a real stinging pain" he said as his tears
started to subside. He was obviously shocked and getting cold as his
started to shiver.

"Ok Dylan, listen to me carefully, I am going to lift the back of your
shirt up and have a look and then I am going to run my fingers slowly down
your back ok?"

"Ok" he replied.  I lifted his shirt and saw a graze half way up his back,
not as bad as the grazes on his knees but bad enough to sting some.  I got
behind him and gently ran my fingers down his spine making sure I couldn't
feel any bumps or lumps that may indicate a spinal or neck injury.  All was
clear.

"Ok Dylan, good job, now do me a favour and wiggle your fingers for me and
then wiggle your toes" I said.  Dylan did as I asked and I was pleased to
see that he did this with no trouble at all. "Do you have any numbness,
tingling or pins and needles Dylan?"  I asked.

"No mister, it's just my knees and my back and now my wet butt" he replied.

All this time I'd had Dylan stay where he'd stopped on the road so I could
do a quick exam and make sure I wasn't dealing with anything too serious.

"Dylan I am going to help you get up now and I want to get you inside to
clean up and dress those scrapes, is that ok?"  Dylan looked at me with a
big smile.

"That would be cool, thanks Doc".

"Good, Good lets get you up off this wet road and on to the side walk." I
gently supported Dylan as he lifted himself of the floor wincing as the
scrape on his back caught the inside of his shirt. "Just wait there Dylan,
let me just get your bike off the road so no cluts hits it with their car."
That comment brought an audible chuckle from Dylan as his tears stopped and
he brightened up a bit, the initial shock no wearing off. "Come on then
sport, lets get you into the house and get you cleaned up" I said as I laid
his bike just in front of my car so no one could see it and then offered my
arm to Dylan for support.  Dylan took my arm and proceeded to wrap it
around his waist as he put his arm around my shoulders. It wasn't quite
what I was expecting when I offered my arm but Dylan seemed happy and in
control as I helped him limp towards my front door.  I pulled out the keys
and unlocked the door and pushed it wide open so we could both go through
the entrance together.  I kicked the door closed and headed into the
kitchen where I pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and he sat down.

"Ok Dylan I am going to need to get to all of your wounds, let's start with
your back as it's a smaller wound, so I need you to pull your shirt up is
that ok?" At this request Dylan slowly and carefully grabbed the base of
his shirt and lifted it above his head, removing it completely.

"Oh Dylan I didn't need for you to completely remove it just lifting it up
would have been fine" I said getting a little flustered.

Dylan's body was trim, smooth and defined with just the faintest of hair
trails leading from his belly button to his crotch. I let out a little gasp
as I got a full view of his torso lapping in the hotness of his hairless
upper body and tight, pert nipples.

"It's ok Doc it will be easier this way" he said flashing an outrageously
cheeky and almost seductive grin at me.  I had to shake myself out of my
daze as I found myself lost in his body and now wondering whether this poor
grazed but incredibly hot kid was coming on to me.

I pulled everything I needed from my bag and after washing my hands and
changing into a fresh pair of gloves began to gently clean the small but
painful graze on Dylan's back.  He winced several times and I heard some
deep, quick intakes of breath as I moved around the wound with some gauze
and iodine solution.  I pulled the dressing out of its protective wrapper
and placed it over Dylan's wound.  It was one the self adhesive types which
meant I didn't need to cut and place surgical tape which truly wasn't one
of my strong points as a Doctor!

"Well that's your back done Dylan, you can put your shirt back on now" I
said as I threw away the used gauze and gloves.

"Its soaking wet Doc can I just hang it over this chair for a bit until it
dries?"  He asked looking at me with the best puppy dog eyes expression I'd
seen in a long time.

"Ok Dylan" I said placing the shirt over the back of one of the other
kitchen chairs.  "I'm going to need to have a look at those knees now I'm
afraid, so why don't you roll your jeans legs up?"  Dylan was wearing loose
fitting jeans that looked like they were 5 sizes to big and were being held
up by the belt he wore around his waist.  "How are the knees feeling
Dylan?" I asked as I turned around to get more supplies from my bag.

"They're still sore Doc but not as painful as they were earlier" he
answered. I turned back around to see Dylan stood there with no shirt and
his baggy jeans lying at his ankles on the floor.  I tried desperately to
keep focused as this gorgeous young teenager was stood in front of me in
nothing but the tightest pair of boxers I'd ever seen.  I must have blushed
bright red. "You ok Doc?" Dylan asked with a wry smile on his face.  I was
certain now this kid knew exactly what he was doing.

"Erm, er, yes" I stammered as I tried to gain some composure and banish
away the throbbing hardon that was now raging in my pants.

"I thought it would be easier if I stood Doc whilst you worked on my
knees."

I tried to concentrate on the task ahead of me and quickly washed my hands
and put on a fresh pair of gloves. I crouched down in front of him with the
gauze and iodine and gently cleaned the grazes that looked far smaller now
they were being cleaned. I quickly finished cleaning and applied the
dressings to his knees.  I looked up to speak to Dylan casting my eyes over
his almost hairless legs and up to his bulge taking in his sweet scent when
I was brought back to reality but the sight of Dylan with his hands down
the front of his boxers gently caressing himself.

"You look really great down there in that position Doc" he said to me with
his voice full of teenage testosterone.

 "Dylan, what are you doing, you shouldn't be doing that it's not right?!"
I stammered struggling to control myself as this teenage hottie almost
threw himself at me in my own kitchen.  As I went to get up and say
something else Dylan put his hands on my shoulders pulled me into him and
kissed me straight full on the lips.