Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 18:02:57 -0500
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Second Chances: Chapter 2 "Hospital Shenanigans"

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Second Chances

By Pony Boy 1984

Chapter Two: Hospital Shenanigans


The pediatric ward was beehive of activity during the morning hours. Most
of us were scheduled for various tests or physical therapy.  Ryan was taken
down for an MRI about seven o'clock in the morning, and I didn't get to see
him for several hours. The nurses came in every forty-five minutes, giving
us no time for some private playtime anyways. I turned on the television
that hung above my bed, and instinctively turned to the financial news. I
watched about five minutes of the program, before I began flicking
channels. I came across Scooby-Doo and immediately began giggling in
delight. Hell, I wasn't that much of a fan back in the day, but it sure had
me enthralled now. While the cartoon played, my hands disappeared under the
hospital blankets. I had shinnied out of my Superman Underoos that my mom,
well Daniel's mom, had brought him. I alternated between focusing on the
television, while absent-mindedly running my hands down my smooth chest,
and then yanking my foreskin back and forth until I was hard as a rock.


Ryan returned to the room just a few minutes before lunch.  While he chowed
down on his lunch, I began working on the Popsicle that came with the
meal. A naughty thought came into my head that caused me to giggle. Ryan
raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at me. I began sliding the bright red
Popsicle in and out of my mouth.  I would pull it nearly all the way out,
before pushing it almost all the way into my throat. I began to moan a
little as my left hand began fondling my cock under the blankets, as I
sucked on the Popsicle.


Ryan's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he watched, but he got the right
idea. He broke into a broad grin as he began licking his green Popsicle up
and down slowly, before allowing it slip between his lips. We both moaned
loud enough to hear one another, well until the nurse came in to check on
us. She gave us each a funny look then shrugged, then returned to her
rounds.


Ryan and I both blushed, but we continued our teasing. I don't know what
came over me, but I lowered the blanket enough to show Ryan my hard-on, and
he quickly returned the favor. I put on my gown and scampered over to his
bed. I had put the blanket over our legs, so that our hands could explore
between each other's legs while we watched cartoons together. The nurse
didn't seem to object, though she couldn't see Ryan's fingers massaging my
smooth balls, or my fingers gliding up and down Ryan's stiffy.


"Would you like to make out?" I asked spontaneously. I hadn't intended on
being so forward with Ryan. Nevertheless, my thoughts seemed to translate
to action before my more rationale, reserved side could restrain them. I
found this curious behavior pattern to be breathlessly exciting and I
couldn't resist yielding to them at every opportunity.


Ryan's brown eyes locked on mine. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Sure,
I'd like that." He said. We both instinctively peered around the privacy
screen, before we pressed our lips together. It took just a few seconds
before our tongues began exploring one another's mouths. Ryan began
stroking my cock harder, and I was sure to return the favor. I longed to
taste Ryan's cock, but that would have to wait a little while longer. The
subtle taste of lime in Ryan's mouth mingled with the taste of cherry in
mine. We ground our smooth bodies together, though Ryan used his superior
size and weight to dominate my slender form.

"Do you still want to put your thing in me?" Ryan asked shyly.


I nodded my head, and then asked, "Would you like to put your thing in me?"


Ryan blushed and nodded his head eagerly. "I was kind of thinking about
that last night after we went to bed." He confessed. I leaned over and we
began kissing again, just as I heard the clatter of a clipboard dropping on
the floor. I gasped, fearing that we had been caught but fortunately, this
occurred just out in the hallway. We jumped apart as a nurse knocked on the
door politely, before poking her head around the privacy screen.


"Daniel, it's time for your tests." She said.


I looked over and Ryan and gulped, since I my little two-inch cock couldn't
possibly get any harder. "Uh, OK just a moment." I said, in the sweetest
sounding voice I could muster.


The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry Daniel, but your MRI is scheduled for
one o'clock and there are a lot of other kids scheduled this afternoon."
She explained curtly. I nodded my head, as I pressed my cock between my
legs and stood up.


"Are you alright? You're walking funny." The nurse said with concern. This
prompted Ryan to stifle a laugh, as he clasped a hand over his mouth.



"Uh, no it's just my...leg fell asleep." I stuttered.


"Oh, just rub it some." She advised, prompting Ryan to go into hysterics. I
shot him a dirty look, and then pulled my Underroos back up when the nurse
had turned away for a moment. I tried to keep my hospital gown loose, so
that my hard-on wouldn't be as obvious. Fortunately, the nurse delivered me
to my destination via wheelchair, which gave my erection an opportunity to
diminish.


"Now I don't want you to be nervous. We're going to put you in this kind of
long metal tube." The technician began to explain.

"Oh I know about Magnetic Imaging. I'm not afraid!" I responded, summoning
a small amount of bravado.


The grey-haired man laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure
you're not scared. So, do you know what the MRI does?" He asked.


"It makes a magnetic field around the body, to make pictures of your
insides." I responded. It was strange, while my adult knowledge remained
relatively intact; the expression of that knowledge seems to be somewhat
limited by Daniel's youthful mind.



"That's right. We're doing what's called Neuroimagery. We're going to map
out your brain, just to check on things." He explained.


"To make sure my brains aren't going to fall out." I responded wryly.


The man in the white lab coat laughed and shook his head.  "There is no
danger of that Daniel. However, you did suffer a serious concussion and we
just want to make sure everything is healing properly. I'm going to take
you into the waiting room." He said, as he wheeled me into a room just
outside the MRI chamber.


"Danny, I'd like you meet Luke." The technician said, motioning to a
freckled red-haired boy sitting in a wheelchair in the corner of the
room. I couldn't help but notice Luke suddenly pulled his hand away from
his lap as we entered the room. Luke looked up sheepishly and waved to me,
as the man wheeled me a few feet away from him. "Alright, we're a little
backed up right now. Someone will be back in about fifteen minutes to bring
you inside.  If you need anything, just click that red button by the door."
He concluded, before proceeding inside the sealed chamber.


Luke looked to be about fourteen or fifteen based on his height. I guessed
based on his physique that he was an athlete. I could see him wince when he
adjusted himself and there was still evidence of a lump between his
legs. "What are you in for?" Luke said, his voice crackling slightly.


"I was in a car accident and bumped my head bad. How about you?" I replied.


"I hurt my back at a football game." He said a little dejectedly.


"Oh, you got hurt in the game?" I asked.


He looked away and blushed a little. "Not exactly."


"Well, what happened then?" I asked.


"I uh...fell down the stairs of the bus." He muttered.


I couldn't help myself, as laughter escaped my lips before I could cover my
mouth. Luke glared at me angrily, but eventually the facade crumbled and a
sheepish grin appeared before he likewise laughed. "Yeah, I know it was
pretty dumb. They had to put this metal pin in my back." He said.


"Will you still be able to play football?" I asked, before realizing that
might be an understandably sore subject.


Luke shrugged, "Not this season, but they said after some physical therapy
I may be able to return next year." I'm not sure Luke realized it, but his
left hand had begun massaging his hard-on. I realized from the slightly
glassy look in his eyes, that he was probably on some heavy-duty
painkillers. At least, much stronger than the ones I was being given.


I looked up into Luke's eyes and flashed him a smile, before looking back
down between his legs. It took him a moment to understand why I was
smiling. He blushed a little and jerked his hand away from his crotch, then
tried to stretch nonchalantly. I suppose I should feel ashamed, but
Daniel's mind seemed incapable of that restrictive emotion. I rubbed the
little lump between my legs and made no effort to hide it from the older
boy.


Luke's face flushed further, "I see you got the same problem." He giggled.


I saw the warning light flash near the MRI chamber door, letting me know
that nobody would be coming out for a little while. I pulled my hospital
gown back and let Luke see my stiffy. "It almost never goes back down, and
every time I try to do something about it, a nurse comes into the room." I
said.


"Yeah, no shit!" Luke complained, as he followed my lead and let me see his
four inch uncut cock. "I need to cum, but I don't have any tissues with
me." He sighed.

"I got an idea!" I declared, as I flashed Luke a churlish grin.


He raised an eyebrow, as he tilted his head and looked over at me. I got up
out of my wheelchair and kneeled down in front of Luke's wheelchair. "Uh,
what are you doing Danny?" He asked in concern.


"See, you're not going to need a tissue now!" I squeaked at him. Before he
could object, I engulfed his cock into my mouth.


"Oh, Danny!" He gasped in shock.


Naturally, as I pulled back his foreskin and licked his purple mushroom
tip, there was no way Luke could say no. I let my hospital gown fall open,
so I could use my left hand to jerk myself as I allowed Luke's shaft to
sink just to my throat. Naturally, I hadn't considered that someone could
have entered through the main door to the corridor until I had taken
action, but I couldn't stop myself now. I took delight in watching Luke's
countenance slip into that of pure bliss. I could see him wince as he tried
to arch his back, but I suspect the little shot of pain probably further
heightened his arousal as sweet drops of precum began dripping on to my
tongue.


Luke began trying to push his cock up further into my throat, as my own
hand became a blur. I began to moan as I yanked my foreskin and slurped
Luke's cock, just as I had done to my Popsicle an hour earlier.  Luke
gently stroked my hair, before pushing my head down until my pink lips were
pressed tightly against his balls. Luke had just a trace of pubic hair,
which tickled my nose as my tongue slithered down to his balls. The boy's
body was otherwise perfectly smooth and soon my small hands moved away from
my body, and instead began feeling his smooth, warm stomach and thighs.


"I'm going to... Oh Danny... I think...I'm going to..." Luke gasped, his
adolescent voice cracking with a high-pitch again. I took that as a sign to
redouble my efforts, my small tongue slathering around his shaft, bobbing
up and down until he pinned my head against his crotch. Poor Luke must have
been seriously pent up, because his swollen teen balls suddenly quivered. I
could feel the boy's body shudder as his cock began to furiously pulse. The
first blast of his cum blasted against the back of my throat, and kept
spurting and thoroughly coating my tongue. I relished the taste and
sensations as Luke thrust into my mouth several more times before falling
back in exhaustion.


"See, you didn't need a tissue at all!" I declared, standing up in front of
him and wiping my mouth.


"That was awesome Danny!" Luke replied in awe, though his face was
beginning to flush. Luke realized I was still hard, so he licked his
fingers and wrapped them around my stiffy. I suspect Luke probably wasn't
gay, but a horny and somewhat high teen wasn't going to say no to Danny's
seductive charms. However, I don't think Luke minded playing with my little
two-inch stiffy as he jerked me with his left hand, then began feeling my
chest with his right hand.


"Oh Luke, that feels wicked nice!" I encouraged, as I leaned closer to his
wheelchair so that he could feel my slender body. I began instinctively
humping his hand, becoming more excited as his strong hand began massaging
my bubble butt. I began licking my lips, putting my hands behind my head as
I moan more loudly. Luke smiled as he looked up. I think he actually
enjoyed watching my lithe body writhe in pleasure, as a dry orgasm
overwhelmed me. Luke mercilessly accelerated his stroking, causing me to
gasp desperately for breath as my heart began racing. My little body must
have looked like a marinate jerking around by invisible strings.


"Luke...I...Oh! I'm going to die!" I whined, though I never wanted the
feeling to stop and it seemed that the teen had me locked in orgasm for
well over a solid minute before he let up, and my omnipresent stiffy
finally began to soften. I staggered back and stumbled back into my
wheelchair, the hospital gown still at my feet. "That was great Luke!" I
finally whispered after a few seconds of dead silence.


Luke had turned bright red by now, but he managed a shy smile. I leaned
over and grabbed my gown, and was overcome with dizziness for a second. I
slipped it back on and leaned back to relax, and Luke looked on the verge
of falling asleep. The warning light by the MRI chamber door was
extinguished and a moment later, the technician emerged. "Well, you look
much more relaxed Luke." He said.


Luke blushed further and nodded, "Yes sir, I feel very relaxed."


"And you young man, look like the cat that swallowed the canary." The man
declared, looking down at me.


I quickly rubbed my mouth, fearing that the technician had seen
something. When I realized he was merely referring to my huge grin and
afterglow, I immediately turned bright red and stammered, "Uh, don't mind
the feathers."


Luke bit his lower lip and smiled discreetly at me, as the technician
wheeled the older boy into the chamber. "I'll be back for you in about ten
minutes." The man said, chuckling at my antics. Admittedly, I dozed as soon
as the room went silent. I didn't awaken until Luke was being handed off to
a nurse to be wheeled back to his room.


"Hey, what room are you in?" I asked Luke.


"I'm in room 31 on the third floor. It's a private room." He replied.


"Maybe I'll come visit later." I said, as the nurse began to wheel him
toward the corridor.


He began blushing again, but he turned around just before disappearing
around the corner. "That would be cool." He said.


"Well, you seem to get along quite well with others." The technician said,
as he wheeled me into the futuristic looking MRI chamber.


"Yeah, I guess so." I said, resisting the urge to giggle.  Despite the
whirring and grinding noises that the machine made, I had actually fallen
asleep in the tube. I had this vivid dream of talking to Paul out in the
front yard of Daniel's house. I looked over at the SUV and shuddered in
fear.  Daniel was scared and his brother knew it.

"Are you alright Danny?" He asked in concern.


"Yeah, fine." Danny replied curtly.


"You had that dream again didn't you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.


Daniel looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet.  Somewhere in the
distance, there was the squeal of breaks, which caused Daniel to gasp in
fear. Suddenly, the scene shifted to the intersection and once again, I was
inside the SUV, glancing over at my former red Camero. I heard the squeal
of breaks, the crunching of metal and glass.


"No!" I screamed, as I awoke with a start. Unfortunately, I was still
inside the tube, so I managed to bump my forehead. My world darkened and
spun out of control, resulting in a wave of nausea I barely contained. I
couldn't help it; I was overwhelmed by this terrible sense of mortality and
began weeping in fear. I'd never felt so frightened in my life. The
technician and his assistant quickly extracted me from the machine and
worked to calm me.


"What happened Danny? Are you alright?" He asked in concern.


It took a moment for me to compose myself. When the nurse approached with a
needle, I managed to say, "I don't need that, I'm OK. I just had a bad
nightmare about the accident."


As the nurse began prepping my arm, I pleaded with the technician. "Please
don't put me to sleep. I don't want to die again."

The man looked down at me and smiled. He turned to the nurse and shook his
head. She backed off and returned the needle to the counter.  "Don't worry
Danny. You're going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to you." He said
softly.


"I'm sorry sir." I said, feeling ashamed for acting like a baby. I don't
know what came over me. When I was Charlie Dawson, I didn't have such
fears. If anything, at times I was outright suicidal. Now, that's all
changed. I had fallen in love with being alive, and like Danny, I
desperately feared it being taken away from me. For the first time in many
years, I felt vulnerable and I longed to see my new parents and my
brothers.


"How is your head?" The man asked, as he very gently brushed my head.


"It's really sore now." I confessed.


"Alright, we did get our images so you're all done here. Let me get
something for your head, and a nurse will bring you back to your room."  He
said, as he gently massaged my shoulder. I smiled and thanked the man. When
I was returned to my room, the first thing I did was call mom and
immediately felt better just hearing their voices. My family arrived a
couple hours later to visit, and I found comfort in the arms of my new
parents. Despite the distant and disjointed memories, I never would have
imaged their proximity would bring me so much relief. I really could no
longer call them Danny's parents.  They had truly become my parents, or
perhaps in a sense "our" parents.


They left about 8PM in the evening, just a little before visiting hours
ended. Since Ryan was still with his dad, I decided to take the opportunity
to head up to the third floor to visit Luke. His door was ajar, so I poked
my head inside and spied him watching a baseball game. There was a nurse
taking his blood pressure at the time. "Alright, I'll check in on you in
about an hour. Just hit the buzzer if you need anything." She said.


I ducked back into the corridor, and waited until she left the room before
I walked back inside. "Hi Luke!" I said.


"Hey Danny! You know the nurse will have a conniption if she finds you
walked up here by yourself." He warned.


I plopped myself in a chair next to his bed, "She has to catch me first." I
replied with an impish grin. We made small talk for a few minutes, as I
steered the conversation to the ballgame playing on the television above
us. Gradually though, I could sense the gears turning in Luke's head as his
adolescent thoughts turned lustful. Naturally, my slowly sliding my
hospital gown aside to show more of my smooth left leg and thigh as we
talked probably helped those thoughts. By the time I was done, I had leaned
back in the chair with the gown just barely covering my body. I could see
the lump rising under the sheets and he began biting his lower lip again as
he looked down at me.


"Are you alright Luke?" I asked, staring into his eyes.


"Uh, yeah I'm fine. I was just...err. What were we talking about again?" He
asked.


"We were talking about Jon Lester's ERA." I reminded him, giggling
churlishly as I pointed up at the television.


"Oh right, the game." He said, sounding a little disappointed.


"I guess the nurse won't be back for a while," I said casually.


Luke immediately grinned. "Yeah, she won't back for like another forty-five
minutes." He said. Taking the hint, he pulled down his blankets and
revealed the big bulge in his underpants. I pulled the privacy screen just
in case, and then sat on the side of his bed as I finally completely
removed the hospital gown.

"I see you got a whole box of tissues." I said, pointing at the nightstand.


Luke grinned, "Yeah, but they might count to see if any are missing."


"Maybe I can help again." I suggested, as I began running my small hand up
and down his bare leg. I could see his bulge twitch as my hand moved
closer. This time Luke was a bit less shy about reaching out to fondle
me. I leaned over and placed my mouth over the fabric of his underwear,
taking the head of his cock into my mouth as I gently sucked, peering up at
him. I could tell he was desperate, so I pulled down the elastic waistband
to liberate his constrained cock. As I began licking his balls, I had slid
myself around into a sixty-nine position. Although given his back brace, I
knew Luke might not be able to reciprocate even if he felt inclined to do
so. Nevertheless, I began swirling my tongue around his foreskin and about
that time, he reached over and pulled my foreskin back and began rubbing my
little tip with his thumb.


I had teased, fondled and sucked on him for about ten minutes,
intentionally keeping him close to climaxing without letting actually do
so. I could see the look of pleasure and frustration mounting on his face,
and with each attempt to thrust up into my mouth. I knew the risk of the
nurse coming in a little was growing, so I glanced around the room and
spotted my target. Just like my room, there was a little innocuous tube
lubricant on his nightstand. I reached over and grabbed it, smearing some
in my fingers.


Luke tilted his head, unsure why I had begun slathering the slick substance
all over his cock. It wasn't until I climbed between his legs and
positioned myself over him that Luke began to realize my intention. He was
far too horny to offer any objection, as my eight-year old sphincter
encountered his purple mushroom tip. Luke looked up at me with
anticipation, as I forced myself down until his cock popped through my
tight ring and began sinking inside me. "Oh yes Danny!" Luke said in
excitement as he felt my young velvety interior gripping his adolescent
cock. Luke gently massaged my smooth chest and flat tummy as I felt his
balls press against my ass cheeks.


I used my leg muscles to lift myself up until I felt the tip of Luke's
four-inch cock nearly pop out, and then would sink back down in one fluid
motion until he was hilted inside me again. I could see Luke's smooth chest
heaving with each downward push. He had taken the tube of lube and coated
his own fingers, enabling him to make a tight fist around my cock, and
being pumping it. We both took delight in watching one another's faces as
we contorted, moaned and writhed our bodies in unison. I could feel Luke
leaking precum inside me, and my own lithe body was beginning to
shudder. Beads of sweat rolled down my chest and splashed down to Luke's
taut tummy as he began thrusting up into me, as I pressed down firmly to
meet those thrusts.


Neither of us paid heed of the springs inside the bed that were starting to
squeak in protest, as I began bouncing up and down on Luke's cock. I'm sure
I wasn't doing his back any favors, any more than I was helping my
concussion. Either way, the combination of narcotics and youthful lust
pushed aside all cares as I threw myself into pleasuring Luke. I had begun
climaxing first. Nothing ever comes out, yet somehow it always feels like I
cumming gallons. My already tight hole began quivering, and then clamped
down tightly on Luke. "Danny, here it comes!" Luke almost shouted. Sure
enough, I felt spurt after spurt of his young teen cum shoot deep inside
me.


I collapsed down on top of him, causing him to grunt in pain. However, he
lifted up my head and kissed me right on the lips without saying a word. I
was very tempted to just fall asleep against his chest as he cuddled me
gently, but I knew time was fleeting and that my own nurse would be hunting
me down soon.

I don't think Luke really wanted me to go either, but he knew there would
be serious trouble if we were caught. Before I got off the bed, I had
licked Luke's cock clean then turned back to him. "See, not a single tissue
will be missing." I said. Luke shook his head and pulled me in for one last
kiss before I put my gown back on, and he climbed back under the covers.
Without a lengthy goodbye, I slinked out of the room and made my way back
down to the second floor.


"There you are young man. Where do you think you're going without your
wheelchair? And why are you walking that way?" The nurse at the desk asked,
her arms crossed.


I just shook my head and sighed. "I was just looking for a soda machine and
needed to stretch my legs. They were cramping." I said sheepishly.


"No soda for you. Get back into your bed, and I'll bring you some juice in
a few minutes." She admonished. I thanked the nurse and returned to my
room. Ryan smiled when I entered and so we watched television together for
a while and agreed to set our cellphone alarms so that we'd be awake during
the late night shift, so we could have some playtime together later.


To Be Continued