Downhill Racer
 by: Hankster

© 2014 by the author

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Josh Bowen loved to ski.  It was his passion and his hobby.  He was very good at it, but he never once considered skiing in competition.  He had fun when he skied.  His mind, body and spirit seemed to meld with the cosmos, and he was transported to another realm of reality.  He had no desire to add the stress of competition to his exhilarating highs.

There was only one other activity he enjoyed at least as much as skiing, if not more, and that was making love to his partner Ben Delaney.  He and Ben had met in college where they both studied architecture.  Unfortunately Ben’s passions lay elsewhere.  He was a party animal, and that’s all he cared about.  He planned all their joint social events around Josh’s ski weekends, and when Josh was away, he partied without him.  They lived, worked and played in Denver, and Josh often took advantage of weekend ski packages in Vail or Aspen.   Ben led Josh to believe that he missed him terribly on these ski trips, but in reality, he had no problem having sex with just about any other party animal he hooked up with when Josh was away. 

When he wasn’t skiing, he and Ben worked for the same architectural firm.  Their boss was a handsome man named Jimmy Flynn.  Jimmy wasn’t much older than Josh and Ben.  He was married to his high school sweetheart, and they had a baby on the way.  They recently heard that it was a boy, and the Flynn’s celebrated heavily that night. 

Jimmy was very liberal when it came to sex.  He had no problem with Ben and Josh’s relationship, but he did have a reservation.  Both men were excellent at their jobs, but Jimmy never felt that they were right together.  He knew that Ben cheated constantly, and that Josh seemed oblivious to it because he was so much in love.  Jimmy worried that Ben would bring home a disease one day, and he prayed silently for Josh’s well-being.

The tragedy occurred while a near perfect stranger was fucking Ben without using protection.  Josh was racing downhill, when suddenly he didn’t feel steady.  One of his skis was wiggling.  He was going too fast to make a quick stop, so he tried to decelerate.   The clamp on his right ski, which snapped onto his boot, suddenly cracked.  It twisted Josh’s ankle, breaking it immediately.  The excruciating pain caused Josh to black out momentarily.   He never saw the tree he was heading right into.  It is doubtful, he knew what hit him.  The moment he made impact with the tree, he was already blacked out.

He was in a coma for two weeks.  During that time, Ben had him transferred back to Denver.  The doctors were pessimistic about Josh’s ultimate prognosis.  His right ankle was so shattered, that even with the best repair job in the world,  and extensive therapy, it was doubtful that he could ever walk on it again.  His tibia was also broken, but it snapped clean and would ultimately heal.  When he hit the tree head on, it was fortunate that he was wearing a helmet, but he broke several ribs.  They too would heal in time.  The best Josh could hope for was learning to walk with crutches.  The worst scenario was a life spent in a wheel chair.

While Josh was in a coma, and even after he woke up, Ben visited him every day after work, and then disappeared.  He spent his nights, partying and fucking.  When the doctors told him that Josh would most likely never walk again, and would be confined to a wheel chair, he made up his mind that Josh was too much of a burden for him to bear.

One evening during a visit, shortly after Josh came out of his coma, Ben said simply, “Josh, I can’t be tied down to a cripple.  I’m moving out tomorrow.  The fact is, I’m going to L.A.  I’ve been promised a good job there with a top notch company.  I’ll send you my address when I get settled.”  He turned around, and walked out of the room, and out of Josh’s life.  He never sent a forwarding address.  Only the post office had it.

Josh was stunned and in a state of shock.  He cried all night.  If there had been any possible way for him to get out of bed, he would have found a blade, and slit his wrists.

******

Three weeks after Josh came out of his coma, he was transferred to a rehab facility to begin physical therapy.  His bones, now five weeks past the accident, were healing nicely.  Only his ankle was in question.  It had been shattered into dozens of pieces.  The orthopedic surgeons had worked on fitting every bone and splinter together, much like a jig-saw puzzle.  When they were through they declared that Josh would be unable to have any further surgery on that ankle, short of amputation.

When Josh heard his prognosis, he vowed that he would learn to walk again without crutches.  Even if he ended up with a slight limp, he was determined to show that bastard he once loved, that he was not a cripple, and that he was perfectly capable of caring for himself.  He fantasized Ben begging him to take him back, and he saying simply, “Be gone.”  That fantasy helped him to maintain his sanity.

He was transported by ambulance to a rehab center, late in the day.  One of the nurses dug up a dinner for him, and told him that he would begin therapy the next morning after breakfast.  He couldn’t wait.  Once again he swore to himself that he would walk again, and throw it in Ben’s face.  He wanted to hate Ben, but Ben was all he thought about all day long.  He occupied all his dreams too.  They were constantly making love, and Ben repeatedly told him how much he loved him, and that he would never abandon him.  In the morning, he was forced to return to reality.

A male nurse helped him wash up after breakfast, and then wheeled him down to the therapy room.  He was greeted there by an Olympian god.  He was wearing tight fitting sweat pants, and a muscle shirt.  His endowments were clearly outlined and visible to the naked eye.  Josh could even see that he was uncut.  From the view from his wheelchair, his eyes were lined up with the therapist’s manhood.  There was no mistaking what he saw.  He even noticed that the therapist was barefooted.

“Hi,” the god said, and held out his hand to shake Josh’s.  “I’m Norm, and I see that your name is Joshua.  Let’s keep it informal, and on a first name basis.”  Josh could see that Norm’s ID badge read, Norman Jones, but that knowledge didn’t matter.  He would just address his therapist by his given name.

“Nice to meet you Norm,” he said offering his hand to shake.

“Since your leg is still in a cast up to the knee, we’ll start out really easy.  I’ll massage your thigh and the foot of the broken leg, and then bend it at the knee for a good ten minutes.  When the cast is removed we’ll really work on that leg.  Let me know if you feel any pain.”

“I’m always in pain, Norm, but I can take it.” 

“I know you can,” Norm smiled at him. 

He helped Josh up onto a table, where he removed Josh’s hospital gown with some difficulty.  Josh was fully exposed to Norm.  His four inch flaccid cut cock was a little larger than usual because he was turned on by Norm.  When he realized that the therapist’s hands would be on his body, he began to erect.  Norm was busy bathing his hands with some kind of emollient, so he didn’t see Josh’s rising manhood until he turned around and placed both his hands on Josh’s thigh.  Now he stared at seven solid inches of hefty, cut cock.

Josh saw Norm staring at his pulsating rod.  “Sorry about that,” he apologized.  “I haven’t had sex since several days before the accident.”

“If I did that for you, you must be gay.  Are you?” Norm asked.

“Yes, I am.  I hope you don’t have a problem with that.”

“Hardly,” Norm whispered in Josh’s ear.  “I’m gay myself.  Often when I’m massaging a thigh I accidentally touch a guy’s balls.  Straight men get really bent out of shape.  Gay guys just sigh.  I’d so much prefer hearing a sigh to ‘watch it, buddy’.”

Josh was at a loss for words so he just smiled and put his head back on the pillow Norm had provided.

“Just relax,” Norm advised, “but be sure to let me know if you feel any pain.”  Josh nodded, and closed his eyes.

He did fine with the massage and Norm did indeed brush against his balls occasionally.  Josh wondered if it was accidental or on purpose.  He didn’t care either way.  But when Norm began to bend his leg, he said that the cast was rubbing against the underside of his knee and it hurt.

“I’ll be right back,” Norm said.  He returned moments later with a little saw like instrument, and cut off about a half inch of cast on the backside.  Now when Josh’s leg was bent the cast did not rub abrasively against the underside of the knee.  Josh also reported that he felt no pain elsewhere.

During the next two months of extensive therapy, Josh and Norm grew very close.  They developed a deep friendship.  Norm often visited with Josh in his room after hours.  Finally Josh was discharged.  He could walk with crutches to support his damaged side.  Norm told him that there wasn’t any more he could do for him.

“I want to walk without any crutches,” Josh declared.  “I’ll even accept a slight limp.  Will you help me?”

Norm smiled.  “All I can do is try.”

So they made arrangements for Norm to come to Josh’s apartment three evenings a week and on Saturday mornings.  Norm’s therapy included warm salt baths for the ankle, and constant kneading and massaging.  He would place Josh’s foot on a soft mat after each treatment.  At first, Josh screamed with excruciating pain when he tried to put any pressure on the foot.  Little by little, the pain lessened, and Josh was able to put some pressure on his leg.

One evening, Norm held him tight, and made him take a tentative step. When Josh lifted his leg, moved it forward, and placed it gingerly on the floor, it was very painful.  Involuntarily, he screamed and lifted the damaged leg.  He fell against Norm, who held him in a vice like embrace.  It was probably an instinctive reaction from one gay man to another, but Norm kissed Josh on his cheek.  He helped his patient over to a chair as Josh hobbled on one leg.

Josh hurt so badly, there were tears in his eyes.  The doctors had given him a prescription for Percocet.  Norm went to get one, and found that the bottle had never been opened, and it was two months old.  He opened the bottle and got a glass of water.

When he offered a pill to Josh, the crippled skier turned his head and refused to take it.  “The pain will pass,” he said simply and eventually it did.

“OK,” Norm said.  “You rest up and I’ll make us some tea and toast.” 

As Norm busied himself in the kitchen, Josh remembered that Norm had kissed him on the cheek.  He put his hand on the spot, and realized that he wanted desperately to make love to Norm.  In fact, it occurred to him that he thought of Ben less and less these days, and more and more about Norm.  Whenever the therapist entered the apartment, Josh’s heart skipped a beat.  Little by little, Josh had fallen in love with him.  It had happened so gradually that Josh never noticed it until Norm kissed him on the cheek.

Norm came back in the room, helped Josh stand, and handed him his crutches.  “Come into the kitchen,” he said gently.  “Everything is ready.”

They sipped their tea slowly, and nibbled at the toast.  There was an uncomfortable, and very atypical silence between them.  Finally Josh said, “Don’t worry Norm.  Just as the pain lessened each time I put my leg down on the floor, the second step will hurt less and less.  Then the third and the fourth.  I’m going to walk again without crutches.”

“I know you will Josh, but you will never ski again, and you will always have a limp.  Your right leg is an inch shorter than your left.”

“Then I’ll build up my right shoe.”

“You’re a persistent bugger.  I like that in you.  You just won’t accept defeat.  That Ben of yours was one big asshole.”

Norm stood and began to clear the kitchen table.  “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” he asked.

“Yes.  Stay here tonight.”

“That’s a great offer, but your sofa looks very uncomfortable.  I prefer to sleep in a bed.”

“My bed has slept three big guys very comfortably.  Two people in the bed would be a luxury.”

Norm gave out a little sob.  “I have wanted to stay over so often, but I thought that it would be very unprofessional if I asked.”

“I take it that’s a yes.” 

Norm smiled and nodded.  “Of course, it’s a yes, but not tonight.  I’ll come better prepared next time,” he promised.  “I’ll bring a toothbrush and clothes for work the next day.”

“So you’re rejecting me.”

“Of course not.  Why did you say that?”

“All you ever wear are sweat pants and a muscle shirt.  I can lend you that, and a toothbrush as well.  You’re a little bigger than I am, so your patients will get more of an eyeful than I get.”

“You’re very persuasive.”

“Let’s just say I’m very hot for you.  Please sleep over Norm.” 

“It will be my pleasure.”

“Taking a shower used to be a real ordeal,” Josh said, smiling at Norm.  “I had to stand on one leg throughout.  Now I can stand on two legs, but I’ve been hesitant to turn around or take a step.  Will you help me do my back?”

“Sure, and I’d love it if you did mine.  Get me good and clean in the back, and then fuck me.  Please fuck me.  I love you Josh.  I want you inside of me so badly.” 

“I love you too,” Josh said, “but I’ve been so afraid of getting hurt again, I didn’t even realize how much I loved you, until you kissed my cheek a while ago.”

“If a peck on the cheek did that to you, try this.” 

Norm stood Josh up and embraced him.  He placed his lips on Josh’s and for the next five minutes they kissed each other so passionately, it was damned near scandalous. Their tongues dueled.  Each could feel the other’s tears rolling down their cheeks, and mixing together as sensuously as their tongues were.

Finally Josh pulled away.  He stared into Norm’s eyes, and said.  “I’m trying really hard, but there’s a real possibility that I’ll always be a cripple.  Won’t it bother you that I’m damaged goods?”

“That is pure and utter nonsense.  When I look at you, I see perfection, only perfection.  Stop putting yourself down.”

“But I keep thinking that Ben ran out on me because I was crippled.  I’m so afraid.”

 “I’ll never run out on you, Dumbo.  I love you, every last inch of you.” 

Once they were in the shower, Norm turned Josh around and started to soap his back.  He worked his way down to his ass, and teased him by running his soapy hand up and down the crack and occasionally inserting a finger, and then two.  With his other hand he stroked Josh’s very hard cock.

Josh was purring like a kitten.  “Please fuck me,” he begged.

“There’s no protection in the shower.”’

“I haven’t been with anyone since the accident, and God knows I had blood drawn and tested a million times in the hospital.  What about you?”

“I’ve been having sex a few times a week with my fuck buddies, but we always use protection.  I’ve never gone bareback since my last test.”

“Then forget about condoms, just fuck me before I go crazy.”

By now Norm was in a near frenzy himself.  He soaped up his aching rod, lined himself against Josh’s back and began his entry.  He was uncut and about seven rather fat inches.  He entered as slowly as he could, but it was a bit of a struggle.  Josh was very, very tight.  When he pierced Josh’s sphincter, Josh gave out one primordial scream.  It was a combination of pain and pleasure.  Norm did not move until a teary eyed Josh told him to start pumping.

“Can I cum inside you?” Norm asked.  He didn’t have a clue (yet) what Josh’s sexual tastes were.

“You better.  I want to feel you fill me up.  Then I’ll know we’ve made love to each other.”

Poor Norm.  He tried to hold back but he came after a very few strokes.  He had plenty of sex since he began treating Josh, but never with someone he loved.  This was a new experience for him, and a very delightful one.

“I’m sorry it was so fast.  I promise to take longer next time.”

“OK.  You can fuck me again in an hour or so,” Josh giggled.

“Will you fuck me now?” Norm asked.

“I’d love to, but I’d rather do it in bed, and will you suck me a little first?”

“Your wish is my command.”

Once they were in bed, Norm sucked Josh until he felt that he should stop just short of the point of no return.  Josh told him to remove a tube of lube from his night table.  “I’ve been whacking off with this stuff,” Josh said shyly.

He lubed his seven inch, uncut cock and lay flat on his back.  Norm mounted him and sat down gently.  There was very little resistance to Norm’s not too virginal ass.  Norm did all the work.  He pumped up and down until he heard Josh’s breath getting shorter and shorter.  He learned something new about his lover.  Josh was very silent when he made love.  He didn’t even tell his partner that he was cumming.  Norm would have preferred screaming profanities.  He decided that he wouldn’t upset Josh by telling him, but would make a lot of noise himself next time, and hope that Josh got the hint.

When Josh came, shooting hard up Norm’s ass, Norm yelled out, “I love you Josh.  That was fucking fantastic.  I can’t wait to do it again.”  He had to wonder if Josh got the hint.  Well, it was their first time.  They would get better and more compatible in time.

It was difficult for Josh to turn in bed, so Norm lay himself gently down on top of Josh.  Their lips met and their flaccid cocks embraced.  They both reached down and started to fondle each other.  When Norm felt himself getting sleepy, he rolled gently off Josh’s body.  He reached for his lover’s hand and whispered, “Goodnight sweetheart.  I love you very much.”  Josh was already asleep, and he never heard Norm professing his love.

When Josh awakened, it was past nine o’clock.  Josh hadn’t worked since his accident.  His boss, Jimmy, put him on a sabbatical, and told him to take as much time as he needed.  Jimmy was also glad for Josh when Ben resigned and went to California.  He saw it as a chance for his friend, and favorite employee, to make a new beginning.

Josh realized that he was alone in bed.  Norm’s clothes were gone, and he had not given him fresh clothing as he had promised.  He panicked.  He was certain that Norm had run out on him just as Ben had.  In spite of his anxieties, he had to pee badly.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed, picked up his crutches, and stood up easily.  He had mastered this much very easily.  It was walking without crutches that was presenting a problem.  He remained convinced that he would soon surmount that obstacle also.

After he peed, he took a morning shower.  It was more difficult this morning than it had been the night before when Norm had assisted him.  After he dried himself, he went to the sink to shave, and to brush his teeth.  Now that he could stand on two legs, those chores were so much easier.  Then he spotted it.  There was a note on the counter top.  He grabbed it and read:

Dearest One:  I didn’t tell you enough last night, how happy I am.  I love you so much, I can hardly think straight.  I’m sure that I’ll fuck up at work today.  I didn’t want to disturb you this morning, so I left quietly, wearing yesterday’s clothing.  I’ll go home after work, and pack a few necessities, and then come right over.  Don’t make dinner.  I’m taking you out to celebrate.  XOXOX, Norm.

Not only did Josh breathe a sigh of relief, he shed a tear or two.  There was no need for him to dress until late afternoon.  Even though it was frigid outdoors, his apartment was warm and cozy, so he stayed naked.

About ten o’clock in the morning, he got a call from Jim Flynn.  He hadn’t heard from Jim in a long while, and he was delighted.

“Listen,” Jim said after the usual opening inanities.  “I’m getting freaking tired of your goldbricking. When are you coming back to work?  I promise to make the office wheel chair friendly for you.”

“That won’t be necessary, Jim.  I’m walking with crutches.  I’m also working hard at walking without them, but it will be a while.”

“Your doctor told me that you would never walk again.  If anyone can beat the odds, I knew you could.  So think about coming back.  The whole staff misses you.  I miss you, my wife misses you, my unborn son misses you.  I hope you are getting the picture.”

“Jim, I’m just as anxious to get back to work, but something is going on in my life now, something wonderful, and I have to put you on hold for a very short while longer.  How about if I start back a week from this coming Monday?”

“That’s fine, Josh.  That’s more than fine.  Please don’t change your mind.  We are all anxious to have you back, but I can’t wait that long.  I haven’t seen you since you got out of rehab.  I’m coming over Saturday morning if it’s all right with you.

“Sure it is.  I’ll look forward to it.”  Josh thought it would be a good time to introduce Jim to Norm.  After he hung up, Josh was so elated that he called Norm immediately on his cell phone.  The craziest thought occurred to him.  When something wonderful or awful happened to him in the past, he never called Ben to share it with him.  He waited until the next time they were together.  Yet he couldn’t wait to tell Norm that he was going back to work.  He began to doubt that he had ever loved Ben.  If he did, it could not have been as strong a love as he had for Norm.

“What if Norm doesn’t give you the go ahead to return to work?”  He swore he heard Ben asking that question and sniggering.

“I’ll do it anyway,” he yelled at the thin air.  “Nobody ever thought I’d get this far, not even you, Norm.  You’ll see.  I’m going to ski again if I have to customize a ski to harness my gimpy leg.”

When Norm came in that evening, Josh was all dressed and waiting for him.  The lovers held on to each other so long that Norm had to push away from Josh.  “I’m as anxious as you are to make love, but we have a dinner reservation at six.  We better get a move on.”

That night they really made love.  It wasn’t haphazard and experimental like the night before.  Norm helped Josh move into positions that gave both of them more pleasure.  This night they sucked each other in a sixty-nine position, and when Josh fucked Norm, Norm was lying on his back, and Josh entered him in the missionary position. 

Norm had done his therapeutic work very well.  He fucked Josh in the same position, and Josh had no trouble bending his knees and raising his legs.

While they were making love, Norm was yelling profanities, and he was very loud.  Josh remained quiet, but when he started to cum up Norm’s ass, he began to grunt and groan, and finally he said quite loudly, “Get ready darling.  I’m cumming.”  Well, it was a start, and certainly more vocal than the night before.

When the love making was over and they were lying wrapped up in each other’s arms, Josh began to cry again.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Norm asked.

“I’m so afraid you’ll get tired of being with a cripple and leave me.”

“I think I’m going to spank you,” Norm was exasperated.  “I’m not Ben.  I could never be such a selfish jerk.  I love you.  I’m never going to leave you.  You might want me to someday, but I won’t do it.  Get this through your head.  You are flawless.  I see a perfect human being.  If you need further proof of my undying fidelity, marry me.”

“What?”

“I said marry me.  My brother lives in L.A.  We’ll go to California and get married.”

Norm moved in with Josh before the month was out.  Six months later they were married in California.  Norm’s brother was his best man, and Jim was Josh’s.  It was a beautiful ceremony, even if Jimmy’s new baby son cried through the whole thing.  The most wonderful thing of all was that Josh walked down the aisle unassisted, except for a light cane.

Ben had heard about the wedding through friends back in Denver.  He now lived in Los Angeles, so without an invitation he showed up to wish the happy couple good luck.  He brought his boyfriend with him.  The young man was a high school senior, who had turned eighteen a few weeks before the wedding.  The twink got so drunk, and so sick, at the reception, that Ben had to rush him out.

Josh turned to Norm and said, “To think, I once thought I loved that loser.  Thank you for rescuing me.”

“My pleasure,” Norm said.  “His loss was definitely my gain.  What a jerk.” 

The End
 

Posted: 08/22/14