Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:51:39 EDT
From: BearStateWriter@aol.com
Subject: Recuperation

Recuperation              by Wordman

I knew something was wrong the minute I woke up.  I got up and   put on my
robe.  Then I went into the living room.   It looked as  if the room was on
fire, but it was not.  Flames on the neighbor's house  shone brightly
through the window. I rushed outside and saw that the neighbor's  house was
engulfed in flames.  I could hear fire sirens in the distance. As  I stood
watching the first fire truck came to a stop in front of me.  Men  jumped out and
hoses were attached to the fireplug and water poured out. Several  firemen
went around the other side of the house.
One fireman began  chopping through he door on this side of the house.
Suddenly, there was aloud  crack and the entire wall around and over the fireman
collapsed.  I did not  know what I could do, but I rushed to help the
obviously injured man.  Piles of broken brick and flaming pieces of wood were
everywhere.  I saw  the fireman's foot sticking out of the debris and grabbed
his shoe and pulled  him from the rubble. Some of his clothes were on fire
so I smothered the flames and dragged him away from the crumbled wall. There was
blood on his head from  several cuts that I saw.  He opened is eyes and I
could see he was  regaining consciousness.
"What happened?"  he  gasped.
`The wall fell on you. You are safe now so just lie still" I  said.
There were hot sports on his clothes and I began removing his  coat and
shirt.  I noticed one hot spot on his thigh and pulled down his  pants..  The
paramedic arrived just as I had freed him from his clothes.  The paramedic
took charge with the usual medical examination.
After a  few minute he turned to me and said "He's okay other than some
deep cuts and  scratches. Other than that, he dose not seem to be hurt too
bad.  He must  have tried to hold back the wall and it was just  too much for
him.
"There should be an ambulance coming in a few minutes.  We'll  get hm to
the hospital." the paramedic said.
It was obvious the  fireman was upset.  "I can't go to the hospital," he
said.
`Why not?" I asked
"My wife died there two years ago.  I  can't go back to that place."
"Where would you go  then?".  The paramedic asked.
"I don't know. I'll find some  place."the fireman answered.
"You know.  He could stay here" I  suggested.  "I live alone and it would
be good to have some  company.
"How would you take care of him?" he paramedic  asked.
"I'll hire someone to help me take care of  him.  It should not take that
long for him to      heal."
The fireman took my hand.  "Please....."He said.
I told  him not to worry.  We carried him into the house and I called a
friend of  mine, Molly,  who was a nurse.  She lived a few houses away and came
 right over.
The other fireman put out the fire and some of them spent  the night
watching for more outbreaks. When I undressed the fireman, I found  that his name
was Matt Henderson.  I put his wallet to one side and  completely stripped
hm.  The paramedic checked his arms  and legs to  see if anything was broken.
It seemed his limbs were in working  order.   I took out my first aid kit
and used the medicines the  paramedic had and we dressed his cuts and
bruises.
His body was  covered with small cuts and wounds, most of which were
bleeding   We  had him stripped down to his underwear.  It was them that I saw
blood on  his hip I pulled down his underclothes and there was a huge cut on
his right  hip.  We dressed that and then paramedic left to see if he could
help  others.  I could tell the fireman was still stressed. Molly went home
and  said she would be back in the morning.
"Do your still hurt?"I  asked,
"Yes" he answered hesitantly.  "My head  hurts."
"You've got a big swelling on your left side near your ear "  Are you
dizzy?"
"I can tell something is wrong."
"Don't  hesitate t tell me how you feel so I can help,"I said. "You
should go to the  hospital, you know."
"I know, but I don't want to," he replied  firmly.
"I have to go to the bathroom," he said.  I went into the  bathroom and
got the urinal I had used when I was sick.  I brought it over  he the bedside.
.  He took the urinal and tried to slip  his     cock into it, but he kept
missing the hole. I reach  down and guided his cock into the urinal.  He
looked at me   with  a strange expression and then lay his head back while he
peed. When he had  finished, I wiped the tip of his cock with a kleenix.
I spent the night  in a chair next to his bed and watched over him.  In the
morning I helped  him pee again.  I noticed that his body was very dirty
from the collapsing  wall and the dust it caused.
"You need a shower," I said.
"I  can wait.  I don't feel like standing up right now."
"Then I  am going to give you a sponge bath."
I brought in some towels and hot  water and began washing him.  The hair on
his head was the hardest. I made  him hang his head over the side of the
bed so I could wash his hair. I had to  change the water three times.  Then I
moved on to his face and neck and  eventually down his chest. I lifted his
arms and washed his pits.  There  was a strong odor of a working man there.
After I cleaned his pits I moved  down his chest to his treasure trail. His
bush was filled with pieces of dust  and dirt.  I sniffed him and he smelled
of musk and sweat. I washed his  cock and balls. Then I lifted one leg  and
washed his perineum and the  hairy spot just above his ass. His legs were
hairy and it was not easy to get a  the dirt out from under the hair, but I
manage to do his legs and his  feet.
I gently rolled him over and washed his shoulders and  back. He had a tuft
of hair just above his ass and I washed that as  well.   His checks were
covered with hair and dirt. They were easy to  clean, but when I came to his
ass crack it was another story.  His crack  was filled with black hair and
dust. I ran my fingers through his hair and  pulled out as much dust as I could
before I washed him. His brown hole was  surrounded by thick hair so I
washed it with a lot of soap until I felt he was  clean.  Then I moved on down
the back of his legs to his feet.
I rolled Matt back over on his back.  He smiled at me.   "Thanks so much,"
he said.  "I know I was a mess."
"Yes, you were,  but you are clean now." I said. Wiping his body with a
clean  towel.
There was a knock at the door and I looked up to see the  paramedic and
another man standing there at the door An ambulance was in the  background.
The paramedic and his doctor friend came in and checked  Mat out.
"The insurance insist on X-rays so we are  taking Matt to the hospital.  We'
ll bring him right back.   I  rode in the ambulance and watched the x-rays
take.  Then they brought Mat  home.
The wound on his thigh was serous and needed  stitches.  The bump on his
head did not
reflect in the X-rays.   Except for many cuts and scratches and bruises, he
was in fairly good  condition.   We decided to get him up and see if he
could walk. He  stood up and we lead him to the bathroom.  I stood behind him
and balanced  him while he peed.
Two days later  Matt was sitting up in bed and eating  his meals.  Molly
and I  exercised him daily and we could tell his legs were getting stronger.
Matt wore  some short cutoffs that I gave him.  He wore no underwear  He said
he  preferred a natural feeling around his privates.
One day after Molly  left he sat up on the bed and removed his shorts.
"What a relief  to be out of those," he said rubbing his crotch.   Then
his face grew  serious.  He looked at me and said,  "Jim, how come you have
been so  good to me? I can never repay you for all this."
"I just wanted to  help"I answered.
"You really did," he said seriously.  Then he  asked me a question I knew
was coming, but did not want to answer.
"Are you gay?" he asked.
I Hesitated but answered him  truthfully.  "Yes, I am"I said.
"I thought so. How come you have  never made a pass at me, even when you
helped me go to the bathroom all those  times.
"Because you're straight"I answered.
"I was straight  when I was married, but I guess I am more bisexual now."
I have been  wanting to touch your body. But I did not want to offend you."
he said.
I walked over and sat on the couch next to him. "You are a very  handsome
guy, you know"I said putting my hand on his thigh.
"I've been  told so,"he replied.
"Have you every had sex with a man?"I  asked.
"Yes at the station.  There were several times in the  shower when two or
three of us got each other off."
"What did you guys  do?"
"Mostly jacked off.  One guy rimmed me and that was mind  boggling." Matt
said.
"You really liked that?" I Asked.
"Oh  yes.   It was fantastic, but that was the only time.
I ran  my hands through the hair on thighs and over his cuts and bruises.
There was  massage oil on the table so I continued to rub it into his body.
All of the  bandages had been removed except for his hip. He had a lot of
hair inside of his  thighs and his bush was extra thick   I leaned over and put
my mouth  on the base if his cock burying my lips in his crotch hair.  He
leaned back  and sighed.  His cock swelled and became firm.  His cock had a
clean  smell that I sniffed  It was filled with sweet precum.
I rolled  him over and climbed on the back of his hairy legs.  I ran my
hands over  his upper highs and over his hairy buns. His crevice was filled
with thick dark  hair.  I had noticed it before when I cleaned his ass, but now
it  looked  inviting. I ran my hands through the hair on his buns and then
pulled open his cheeks. I put my face in the crack.  It smelled of sweat
and male ass.
I started to suck on the hairs in his crevice and pulled  on them with my
lips.  Matt lay on his stomach moaning.  He lifted his  ass lips to give me a
better reach. He then let me  move down into that  hair sport between his
ass and his balls.
"Oh God" he said as I sucked  on the fury trench moving back and forth to
his hairy balls. I reached under hm  and pulled his cock back between his
legs.  I took his head into  my
mouth and sucked as hard as I could, my right hand slow jacking the part
of his cock in view. I flipped him over and dove deep into his bush and  cock.
"I'm gong to come," he gasped.  I felt his cock  thicken and his load hit
the back of my mouth.  I drained him until he had  given me his entire load.
Matt lay back gasping for air.  I ran  my hands over his body, over his
chest and his arms and legs I lingered a few  minutes in his heavy bush before
moving up to his chest. I lifted his arm sand  sucked on his pits. They had
a strong taste, but I loved it. After I massaged  and relaxed him for a few
minutes I sat back and relaxed myself.
A few minutes later Matt sat up.  "My turn now,"he said.   He put his hand
on my chest and pushed me over on my back. He pulled off my  clothes and
even took off my socks. I could smell the sweat on my feet and the  rest of my
body.  Then he got on his hands and knees beside me. He reached  over and
took the massage oil I kept on a nearby table.  He put some on his  hands and
worked it into my face and neck. He lifted my arms and sniffed my  pits.
"Strong, but nice,"he said.  Then he buried his  face into the pit hair
and cleaned each pit with his tongue. After that, he  applied the oil to my
chest and arms and legs. As I had done to him, he put his  face into my bush
and massaged it with this mouth and his fingers.  The  feeling of his mouth
on my  bush was extremely sexy.
He ran his  tongue over the hairs on the insides of my thighs. When he
got to  the juncture between my thighs and my balls he again used his tongue
to simulate  me before moving his mouth down to my balls.  He moved his hands
down my  legs to my feet and took each foot and massaged it separately.
Then he licked  the bottoms of my feet and sucked on my toes. No one had ever
sucked on my feet  before and needless to say, it was very erotic.
He worked his  tongue up through the insides of my hairy thighs until he
reached my ball  sack.  He sucked a moment on each hairy orb and then turned
me over on my  stomach He ran his hands over the hairy back of my legs and
over my hairy  cheeks. Then he pried open my crevice.
"You got a hairy ass," he  said.
"I know. I hope it is clean enough for you."
He  buried  his mouth in my ass hair and pulled on the strands of hair.
Then he  found my hole and worked on the opening   He licked around the hairy
opening until he finally buried his tongue in my ass lips.  I felt his
tongue work its way through my hole and touch on the insides of my ass. Felt
myself trembling.
His tongue was followed by a finger and it worked its  way to my prostate.
I felt the extra stimulation and my cock thickened.  Suddenly his finger
was gone and I felt his cock against my hole.  He  pushed gently and  passed
through the ring.  I felt my opening give  away as his cock moved in deeper
and deeper.  Suddenly I felt this bush  against my ass checks and I knew he
was all the way in.  Matt began to  slowly pull out and push in.  Gradually,
he picked up speed.  It felt  like my ass was on fire, and I pushed back
against him to get all of him that I  could..
This went on for at least thirty minutes.  I could hardly  take anymore.  I
drooled over the bed cover. Finally, I felt him thicken  and suddenly he
filled my ass with cum. He pulled out and cum was dripping  though my ass
hair. We both sat back and rested.
I told Matt that I  was happy to see him doing so well after that accident.
 He said that  he      felt good enough now to return to the station  house
and would be leaving in the morning. We spent the rest of the afternoon
and night sucking and fucking and riming.  Since that time we  have  gotten
together on numerous occasions for sex play. Matt is a great sexual  partner.



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