Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 00:24:08 -0400
From: Kyle Stirling <kyle.cumming@live.com>
Subject: Hospital Helplessness (gay -- encounters)

	Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fantasy and fiction.  If
sex, gay sex, or spontaneous encounters offend you, I suggest you read no
further, but find a different website, entirely.  I do not pretend to be a
professional writer, but I had a story that I wanted to tell.

Hospital Helplessness

       I couldn't remember the last time that I'd cum.  Honestly, it had
been that long.  Unfortunately, this wasn't my choice.  Would you believe
me if I told you that I had broken both of my arms?  I wouldn't.  Not
because I look dishonest or shady, but because it just sounds so unlikely.
Or maybe I wouldn't believe it because I wouldn't want to have to think
about how terrible that would be.

	In retrospect, it actually makes a lot of sense.  My arms didn't
break at the same time, one broken arm kind of lead to a second one.  I had
been training for a marathon that I was planning to run in seven months.  I
was a runner, I always had been, and I had a nice trim and defined body to
attest to that.  I live in a pretty rural city and I had been running
through the woods on an old hiking path.  There is a lot more resistance,
running in the wilderness like that; it really strengthens the body, rather
than running on asphalt.  And it saves your knees from grinding down, too
much.

	It also results in unforeseen obstacles.  I'd been running this
path three times a week for the last six weeks.  The night before my run,
there was an awful storm.  Lightning, thunder, and rain pouring down so
hard that noise of the drops hitting my window kept me awake.  When I
started my run, I started out cautious.  It was a little muddy and I didn't
want to slip.  That isn't what did me in, though.  I was running at an
admirable pace, fast enough that I didn't have time to stop when I took a
quick right and tripped over a thick, fallen tree branch.  I put out my
right arm, to brace my fall, but instead, I heard a sickening crack and an
aching pain shot up my arm.

	I had been lucky that I did only break one arm.  I managed to get
up and make it back to my car and drive myself to the Emergency Room.
After a cast and a sling, and four hours of my time, I was leaving.  I was
pretty angry at myself.  I felt like this was an amateur mistake, and I'm
not an amateur.  I'm 26 years old and in tip-top shape, I should have been
smarter.  Well, it gets more embarrassing.

	Have you ever tried driving with a cast and sling?  I hadn't.  I
didn't have a lot of other options, and honestly, I was too embarrassed to
call someone to come pick me up.  I started out fine, one-handed driving is
pretty simple.  As I turned onto a busier street, though, I found I
couldn't look over my shoulder as well, or change lanes as quickly.
Anyway, long story short, I got in a car accident, which miraculously
wasn't deemed to be my fault.  I had been taking a right turn and because I
was using my intact left hand to push the wheel, I couldn't make it at the
right speed.  Then, some asshole in a pickup truck didn't anticipate the
speed hit my car on the left side.  I remember hearing another crack, oh so
familiar to the one hours earlier.  My little, run-down car spun out to the
side of the road and I blacked out.

	And that's where we're at now.  Two broken arms and a fractured
leg, lying in a hospital bed in a gown that was too thin and just barely
covered my 6'3'' frame.  The doctor had been in earlier and threw some
words at me that I didn't want to hear.  "Healing process", "six weeks",
"sponge bath".  Things like that.  What it all came down to was that I was
laid up in the hospital for, optimistically, six weeks.  I tried to
convince them to let me go home, but I was firstly humoured with the nurses
saying "well, if we let you leave, you'll be back in a few hours with the
rest of your broken" and then secondly with a more stern "we need to
monitor how the bones are healing and we can do that best here".

	I was only three weeks in when the ache in my balls started to get
the better of me.  I'm not gay, or at least, I don't consider myself as
such.  I fuck guys and girls equally; well, I've never fucked a guy, but
I've let them blow me.  I have a high libido so it isn't so much about who
gets me off, just that I get off.  So, around the third week, when a nurse
came in to give me a sponge bath, I tried sweet talking her.  I
complimented her hair, raised my eyebrows and gave her my signature crooked
smile.  She seemed to be falling for the charm and when the sponge started
to creep down to my cock, I whispered to her "I would really appreciate it
if you paid special attention down there".  Her demeanour changed in a
second.  Sponge splashed back into the bowl of warm water and she huffily
stormed out of the room.  I actually moaned in agony.

	I was moved to a double room a few days later.  I wonder if the
nurse had said she didn't want to sponge me down alone, or something.  I
was a little pissed.  Sure, I crossed a line, I get that.  But I'm a nice
looking guy.  Beautiful wavy, brown hair.  Pearly white teeth.  Shaven
clean cheek, granted, with a subpar hospital razor sloppily done by a
nurse.  And I hate to brag, but I had a perfectly shaped cock, above
average size, nestled among a tamed, manly bush, supported by two golf
ball-sized nuts.  I was a catch.

	Anyway, they moved me into a room with a younger guy, I would guess
around 21 or 22.  He seemed cool.  Probably a little bit shorter than me,
but in good shape, dark brown hair that was a little messy and a five
o'clock shadow that I found really sexy.  Or maybe that was just my blue
balls talking.  Around his bed, he had stacks of textbooks and magazines,
with a small fortune of get-well cards on the windowsill, which made me
think he'd been here a while.

	"Hey, how you doing?" I offered, after the nurses had moved me to
the bed and left the room.

	"Well, my go to response would be good, but I guess I'm in the
hospital," he shot back in a friendly manner, with a smile that rivaled my
own.

	"You got me there.  I probably would have called you out if you had
said you were doing well," I said, and we both heartily laughed.

	"Do you mind me asking why you're in here?" he asked.

	"Ah, it's kind of embarrassing.  I like to think I'm a mysterious
guy, so all that I'll give you is I tripped, fell, which then led to a car
accident," I said, blushing a bit.

	"Wow, you take tripping to a whole new level, man," he said,
chuckling at me.

	"And what're you in for?" I asked, secretly hoping it'd be a little
embarrassing.

	"Surgery on my ankle.  I was born with irregular bones, or
something, and it needs to be trimmed down of grinding will wear out my
ankle," he said.

	"Well, we're a pair of pussy-wetters, aren't we?" I said, smirking
at my own remark.  He laughed loudly, and agreed.

	"But, honestly, I'm not really looking to wet pussies," he said,
suddenly becoming a little more serious and staring me straight in the eye.

	"Oh, are you into guys?" I asked, kicking myself for my earlier
joke.

	"Yeah, yeah I am.  No need to say it quietly, man, I'm not ashamed
or anything," he said, looking askance at me.

	"Sorry, sorry. I don't have anything against gay guys, I really
don't.  It was just really taboo in my house growing up.  Hell, I've fucked
around with guys," I said.

	"Really?  And you're still interested in wetting pussies?" he
asked, back to his friendly, joking nature.

	"Whatever gets me off, at the end of the day.  I actually came onto
the nurse giving me a sponge bath, that's how blue my balls are," I said,
both of us roaring in laughter.

	He looked slyly at me and said "Well, maybe it was good luck that
we were put into the same room."

	He slipped out of his bed and crossed the room to close the door.
He came back and brazenly groped my crotch through the baby-blue gown that
I wore.  My cock twitched.  He smiled and shook my hand and said "I'm
Chase."

	I chuckled and said "I'm Tag.  Uh, before we do anything...I've
only had guys blow me a few times, nothing else."

	"That's fine.  Maybe I'll be able to turn you to my side after
this, then," he said, broadly smiling.

	His big paw returned to my crotch and he started to work my meat
through the fabric.  I let my head loll back onto my pillows.  I was a
little nervous about going further with a guy.  I'd reasoned that just
getting blown by a guy just made me horny.  But going further, with
whatever Chase had in store for me, made me a little anxious.

	Chilled air hit my genitals as Chase flipped the gown up onto my
chest.  His hand wrapped around my semi-hard pricked and squeezed it.  A
let out a small sigh of relief.  He was staring into my eyes as his thumb
started massaging the head of my cock.  I responded vigorously, squirming
my hips as my cock filled with blood.

	Then, he caught my off guard by leaning down and catching my mouth
in a kiss.  It wasn't just foreplay, it was...passionate.  He pressed into
me and I opened my mouth slightly, moaning into him.  Something felt right
about it.  His stubble scratched me and his tongue delved into my mouth.
Although I was the cripple here, didn't make my submissive and our tongues
wrestled within our mouths.  I don't know how long the kiss lasted.  My
head was spinning when we let up for air.  Although he only took a few
gasps before lowering his mouth to my cock.

	"Oh, fuck yes!" I encouraged as he swirled his tongue around my
cockhead.

	I was completely hard now and Chase seemed hot for my load.  He
started to bounce on my cock, his mouth nice and wet.  I moaned under his
ministrations.  His tongue deftly darted around my cock, exploring every
vein and every inch.  I was really getting into the blowjob when he started
to go down further and my cockhead slipped into his throat.

	"Ahhh, fucker," I sighed.

	He pushed himself, further and further until his nose was nuzzled
against my bush.  I briefly thought of how bad I must smell, considering my
last bath hadn't reached there.  He must not have minded because he stayed
in place, using the muscles in his throat to swallow around my cock.  I
moaned loudly.  This guy was an absolute pro.  When he abruptly pulled off,
I hastily asked him to finish me – I was so horny.

	"I haven't been fucked in a couple of months, man.  I am tight and
clean and I would love to show you how great fucking a guy can be," he
said, passionately kissing my neck.

	My cock ruled my mouth "Fucking ride that dick, dude, I just need
to cum."

	"The thing is, I don't have any lube...so I need you to help me
out...by rimming me," he cautiously offered.

	I wrinkled my nose.

	"I know, it's probably not your thing.  But you've eaten pussy
before, right?  Think of it like that.  I showered this morning, I'm really
clean," Chase sputtered out, fearing he would lose the opportunity to take
my gay-top card.

	I sucked my teeth, looked at my glistening, hard cock and said
"Fuck it, get up here".  Again, at this point, my cock made my choices.

	Chase, maybe afraid that I would change my mind, quickly shed his
gown and straddled my bed.  His hands pulled his cheeks open and he lowered
himself down close to my mouth.  Have you seen the move Hitch?  Where the
advice is to go 90% of the way towards a girl and let her come the rest of
the way to you?  It was like that...his asshole was so close, but I had to
go the rest of the way.  What a considerate guy.  I dove in, thinking
that'd be easier then staring at it.

	My tongue lapped at his hole and I heard him groaning
appreciatively.  After a minute, I decided that it was a lot like eating
pussy, except without the irritating search for a clit.  I happily lapped
away for a few minutes until he told me I had to go deeper, to prepare him
for my big cock.  I pushed at his opening and my tongue slipped in.  He
moaned louder and I swirled around inside his puckered hole, pushing my
tongue further into his hole.  I ended up tongue fucking him, stabbing into
him over and over.  His moans were muffled as he took my cock back into his
mouth and started to work it back to rock hard.  We must have been a hot
sight, the two of us moaning like bitches in heat, tonguing away madly.

	I really enjoyed rimming him, and his skilled mouth was getting me
really hot.  After Chase decided my tongue had lubed him well enough, he
gently lifted off the bed, spun around and sat on my stomach.  His mouth
caught mine again, and his time, I pushed forward hard, letting him know I
meant business.  I really wanted to hold his head in place as I kissed him
– I never realized how much you need your hands for sex!

	His hand pulled on my soaked cock and he pushed and pulled it along
his ass crack.  I felt his hole pass along my cock, the opening so tempting
that I thrust my hips upward every time that it passed.  He chuckled
slightly and said I was ready.  He held my cock firmly at the base and
started to sit on my cock.  His hole was warm and wet from my tongue.  His
face showed discomfort as the head popped in.

	I groaned like a lion.  His asshole was like a vice on my cock and
I saw stars.  All I could think of was how much tighter Chase was
than...any girl I'd ever fucked.  He sighed with a smile playing on his
face, as if it was a relief to finally be penetrated again.

	"Okay Tag.  Wow, you're a hung stud, man," he said, "so give me a
few minutes to try to take this beauty."

	"Shit, man, if it's going to feel this good eventually, you take
the whole week," I gasped.

	He pushed further down and more of my shaft slipped into him.
Discomfort flashed on his face again.  As he pushed down, I started to
drink in his body.  He was slightly athletic build, with dark chocolate
nipples and a smattering of hair around a cock that rivaled mine in size.
He was completely hard and his cock hung straight out from his body as if
looking at me.  I told you I didn't consider myself gay.  But at this
moment, I thought that was a fine looking dick.

	He squirmed and gasped and writhed for the next ten minutes until I
was completely in him.  Like when the head popped in him, his hole was so
tight.  But there was now a warmth, enveloping my entire cock.  My mouth
was agape, eyes closed.  It felt wonderful.  Then, he started moving.  He
quickly shot up, leaving just the tip in, then slammed back down.  He cried
out and my eyes snapped open in alarm.

	"Don't worry, I like it a little rough," he said, catching his
breath, sweat dripping down his face.

	He started to bounce on my cock, these long strokes making me groan
and mutter like a pornstar.  His eyes were locked with mine again, his
hands folded and pressed into my stomach for balance.  He was grunting as
much as I was, in pleasure, as far as I could tell.  His insides were
caressing my cock, gripping it and milking it for all it was worth.

	"Oh, fuck, Chase.  You're a fucking God!" I cried out, as his ass
slammed into my hips.

	"Takes two to tango, lover," he said, leaning in for another French
kiss.

	His ass swallowed my cock like they were made to be together.  Like
I had been meant to fill up this young stud.  I wanted more, though.  The
pleasure on his face was so sexy, it was getting me off.  But I wanted to
know I was doing it for him.

	"Beat off," I said authoritatively.

	"I'm so close, though, I'll cum all over you," he said.

	"I want you to.  Cum all over me," I growled.

	He didn't argue it further.  His right hand curled around his cock.
I muttered dirty talk at him as his hand sped along his shaft as a blur.
He became more vigorous in his bouncing on my cock and I was getting close.
My toes were curling and he let out a guttural shout as his impressive meat
sprayed jizz up onto my face, down to my chest, before oozing onto my
stomach.

	I was thrown into a frenzied lust and I started thrust my hips up,
as best I could with my slight leg fracture.  I moaned and mewled and
yelled out Chases name as my cock couldn't take it anymore and I shot three
weeks' worth of pent up jism into his sweet love canal.  I pushed all the
way into him as I came, my ass cheeks clenched, teeth gritted.  I saw
stars.

	A minute later, I realized I had to keep breathing and started to
take deep breaths.  Chase was still on top of my, my softening dick inside
him.  His head was on my chest, in his jizz.  He was also heaving in
breaths and we were both pretty sweaty.  I felt entirely content.

	"Wow," was all I could say.

	Chase chuckled and kissed me once as he dismounted.  Cum started to
stream down his leg.

	"Jesus, man, your load drowned my insides," he said, chuckling.

	"Three weeks," I weakly replied.

	He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later, the toilet
flushed and he came back out, without his jizz on him and legs clean.  He
held some wadded up toilet paper that was wetted.  He cleaned his jizz off
of me and then my junk.

	I laughed "Hey, if you're going to give me baths, that nurse
doesn't have a job anymore."

	We laughed as he finished cleaning me up.  He tossed the toilet
paper down the toilet, flushed, and returned to his bed, grabbing his gown
and draping it back over him.  I fell into a contented slumber.

	I woke up a few hours later.  It was dark in the room, except for a
small light coming from Chase's bed.  I could see him flipping through
textbooks, through my groggy eyes, with a small flashlight.

	"Hey," I muttered.

	"Oh shit, did I wake you?" he asked, genuinely guilty.

	"No, no, no.  I just wanted to say...thanks.  For earlier.  I mean,
I know it was both our pleasures.  But, uh...I think I might be gay," I
said weakly.

	"Shit, I must have been one great lay to turn you gay," he said,
laughing.

	"Hell, I love to cum.  This was the first time I loved watching
someone else cum, because of me.  It was hot.  Passionate," I said, turning
a little red from my honesty.

	He smiled a toothy smile.

	"Uh, how many more days are you in here?" I asked with a sly grin.

	He smiled wider "One surgery day, twelve for recovery," he said,
slipping from his bed.

	"Well, then we have a lot of time to blow each other's minds,
again," I said.

Hey guys,

I hope that you enjoyed it.  I wrote it fairly quickly, but I really
enjoyed writing it.  Let me know what your thoughts are!  If I continue
with it, I'll continue with it in my own way, but I love compliments and
criticisms to refine my writing style and thoughts.

Email: kyle.cumming@live.com