Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2008 15:58:07 -0500
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Touching  Part Three

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
inappropriate for you to be here, please leave now. The story and
characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.


Touching  Part Three


Up early, I must have scrubbed my body until it was red.  I brushed my
teeth three times and combed my hair four different ways.  I told myself I
was being really silly, but I just wanted to be perfect.  I tried several
different outfits and then realized I was only going to take it all off
anyway.  Yeah, I was going to take it all off standing next to Sam, while
he was taking it all off too.  Oh, crap now I'm hard and the damn thing
won't go down, so I kind of skipped-limped to my car hoping things would be
settled by the time I got there.

I walked quickly down the hall towards Sam's room, but just before I got
there I ran into the nurse who had told us about the swimming lesson.  She
smiled at me and said, "Thank goodness you're here.  Sam has asked me to
help him find three different outfits already this morning and he's still
in there trying to get that hair on the back of his head to lie down."

I smiled and tapped on the door.  Once I heard his muffed response I
entered and stepped back.  Sam was not just cute today, he was gorgeous! He
wore a polo shirt of reds and yellows and stone washed jeans that fit him
like a glove.  I could smell his freshness from across the room.  I knew he
had done just what I had done and I was glad he couldn't see me blushing at
the thought of that.

"Is that you Perv?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah it's me, Jacker," I answered.

"What did you call me?" He asked.

"Well if I'm a Perv, you're a Jacker.  After all, that's how it went down.
You can't deny that," I said with conviction.

He smiled, thankfully, and said, "Ok Andrew West get over here.  I want to
know if you feel as good as you smell."

"No, sorry, no free feels today," I said in a teasing voice, "If you touch,
I get to touch."  Obviously I was felling a little cocky.

"You are such a Perv," he teased.

I retorted, "Jacker!"

At that point an athletically built man in his forties came into the room.
"Hello Boiss," he said in a German accent.

I adjusted myself while facing Sam.  Even blindness has its perks.  The man
instructed us to slip on our swim gear and meet him down the hall for Sam's
first lesson in the pool.  Neither of us was in any hurry, we had both
spent a lot of time getting to look this nice.  But the reason for today
was the swimming lesson and so we both began to strip.  About half
finished, I heard Sam say in a small voice, "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" I asked as I pulled my jeans down my legs, watching him
do the same.

"You get to see me strip down, but I don't get to see you," he said sadly.

I felt so close to him at that moment; it seemed natural to move in his
direction.  Now closer, he reached up and touched me.  My body turned in to
a mass of goose pimples.  I could not believe just a touch could do that,
but I swear it did.  He stopped undressing and began undressing me.  I let
him.  He finished the job of removing my jeans and pulled off my socks as
well.  For the second time I felt Sam's thumbs against my skin as they
guided my briefs off my body.  My dick was alive, and the fresh air hitting
it made it jump and slap against my belly.

"Damn Perv, it doesn't take much to get you happy," he teased.

"Yeah, well Jacker, you do know the road to happiness," I retorted.

I felt his warm hands pulling my briefs over my feet and I now stood naked
in front of him again.  "I guess I better put my trunks on," I said, not
moving at all.

Sam, looked up at me, his face just inches from my dick and said, "So do
you think a blind guy could get a little help?"

I gladly complied.  His shirt was already off and his skin looked fresh and
clean.  His jeans were unzipped and so I guided them down his legs,
allowing my hands to skim along the hair covering his legs.  I pulled his
socks off and looked at him in nothing but boxers.  Damn he was hot.  My
fingers did the waking this time.  I placed them under the band of his
boxers, lifting them outward and away.  I could see his pubes and the shaft
of his dick.  I slipped them off his butt as he got off the bed.  I took
them down and off his body.  Now we were both naked and standing very
close.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"Really good," I said, as I reached my hand out to take my first touch.

Just then the door creaked open enough for a voice to yell in, "Come on,
its time boys."

*****

Soon we were in the pool.  I did help him with his trunks but shied away
from my true temptation, not knowing if someone would come in and see us.
The water was cold, so that took care of any lumps in our trunks.  At first
Sam was really hesitant about getting into the pool.  The coach and his
assistant both worked with him for a while.  Soon Sam's lesson began and I
just stood back out of the way and swam around for awhile.  The swim coach
had several other students in the pool and after a few minute of getting
Sam comfortable, he moved onto the next one.  Sam seemed to be relaxing,
still holding onto the side of the pool.  I was getting bored just swimming
around; still I don't know why I did it.  I'm just a kid; we don't need
reasons to be stupid.  OK?  Anyway I swam up behind Sam quietly and jumped
him, pushing him off the side and under the water.

OH-MY-GOD, I didn't know what a bad idea that was.  Sam began squirming and
thrashing about.  He was choking and trying to scream at the same time.  I
moved in to try and help and he started swinging his arms all around in a
panic.  The coach and his assistance both moved in quickly and did their
best to settle Sam down, but he was having none of that.  Finally, one of
the nurses came running in, gave me a dirty look, and handed a needle to
the coach, who sedated Sam.  In about a minute he became calm.  It took all
three adults to pull Sam out of the water and then they put him on a
stretcher and rolled him away.

I was devastated.  What had I done?  "What an idiot!" I thought.  I just
wanted to crawl into a hole or something.  Soon the nurse came back in and
told me to get the hell out of the water and leave.  I quickly complied and
headed back to Sam's room.  I hoped he would be there so I could apologize,
but the room was empty, all but for our clothing, tangled together.

I tried to talk to someone, but everyone just gave me a look of
disappointment and brushed by me heading into the Trauma room where I
guessed they had taken Sam.

Finally I left.  It was obvious that I was in the way.  I knew I had really
screwed up big time.  Why did I think it would be funny to do that to a
blind kid?  Why was I so stupid?  I hated myself right then.  I knew they
would probably kick me out of the program and never let me back in to see
Sam.  I had lost everything in one stupid move.  I headed home and locked
myself away in my room... where I could be alone... just me and my pity.

****

The rest of the weekend was miserable.  I sulked and worried, I barely came
out of my bedroom.  I could see my mom was worried, but I wouldn't talk to
her; I just didn't want to talk about what I had done and yet that was the
only thing that filled my mind.  I continued to play the scene over and
over again in my head.  How could I have done that to Sam?  I knew I really
cared for him and wondered how I would ever get back to see him.  I felt my
life was over.  I didn't know what to do.

It was Monday and the bell had just rung ending school as a kid came into
my science class.  She told me that I needed to stop by the office and see
Ms. Riley before I left.  I thought about just leaving, I didn't need to
hear from her how much I had screwed this up.  I started for my car, but
she was waiting for me and took my arm guiding me into her office.  She
closed the door behind us.  I sat across the desk from her with my head
hanging low.

She said, "Andrew, I think you know why you're here."

"Yeah I was really stupid," then I broke into tears.  I sat there crying.
Thankfully the door was closed.  Ms. Riley did her best to comfort me, but
it took awhile for me to calm down.  Finally I composed myself and looked
up with tear filled eyes and said, "I blew it.  I didn't mean to hurt
him... I am soooo sorry."

"Yes, you did blow it, Andrew, and now you need to go back and fix it," she
advised.

"I can't go back, they hate me.  Sam hates me.  I can't go back out there."
I started crying again.

"Andrew you need to go, not just for Sam, but for yourself as well.  I want
you to go as planned tomorrow after school."

I told her I would.

Time moved slowly, I don't think I learned anything at school Tuesday.  All
my friends kept asking me what was wrong; I just turned away and said
nothing.

I drove to the clinic, parked my car and moved through the front door.  I
was stopped this time and asked to take a seat until Dr. Scott could see
me.  I asked how Sam was doing, but the receptionist just turned her head.
It took thirty minutes of just sitting there wondering what was coming at
me before I was taken into Dr. Scott's office.  Again I sat across a large
desk, this time facing a stern looking Doctor.  His eyes turned sad, his
emotions were guarded.  I was very uneasy.

Finally he spoke.  "Andrew, I know you had no idea that your actions would
cause so much pain.  I know we should have explained more about Sam's
problems to you, but unfortunately, the event has passed and now we are
here.  I don't know any other way to tell you this Andrew, but you need to
know...


To be continued...