Doug rode his brand new Harley onto the driveway of his next door neighbor and best friend, Richie.  Sitting on the now idle vehicle, he whipped out his cell phone, and speed dialed Richie’s telephone number.  He interrupted Richie, who was loading the dishwasher with this evening’s dinner dishes.

Richie’s land line phone rang shrilly.  The caller ID informed him that Doug was calling, and he picked up the phone immediately.

“I’m in your driveway,” Doug said without a polite ‘hello.’ “Come right out.  I want to show you something.”

Richie ran out of his house as quickly as he could.  He feared something bad had happened to Doug.  He couldn’t believe his eyes when he spotted Doug mounted atop the bike.

“What the hell is this?” Richie asked.  He couldn’t believe the bike belonged to Doug.  He reckoned that his best friend had borrowed or rented it.

“I’ve dreamed all my life of owning a Harley-Davidson motor bike, and I finally decided to indulge myself before it’s too late.”

“Well, I think you’re nuts.  You’re pushing forty, for God’s sake.  Give it a rest.”

Doug was shocked at Richie’s reaction.  He believed his friend and neighbor would be more supportive.

“Let’s just say that this is my gift to me to assuage middle-age depression.”

“I don’t think you’re depressed at all.  Isn’t there a seat belt?  Where’s your helmet?”

“I tried to wear one, but it’s too uncomfortable so I’m not going to wear a helmet.”

Richie turned around in disgust, and went back into his house. Doug was upset about Richie’s attitude.  Instead of turning the bike around, he started to back out of the driveway.  The two men lived on a very quiet tree-lined street in suburban Babylon, NY.  There was little or no traffic on their street.  Doug didn’t even bother to look at the road.  He just backed right out and was hit by a delivery truck from one of the massive chain furniture stores.

Richie’s new bike was totaled.  Fortunately for him, he had called his insurance agent from the dealership, and the bike was covered.  None of that was important at the moment.  When the huge truck hit Doug and his bike, Doug was catapulted a good twenty feet through the air.  Coming down, he hit the ground hard, and broke just about every bone in his body.

In the house, Richie heard the terrible screeching of brakes, and the unfamiliar thud of Doug’s body colliding with several tons of a moving monster. He rushed out and nearly fainted at the sight of the aftermath of the accident.  Even if he didn’t faint, his bile was released, filling his stomach, and making him very sick.

**********

Doug and Richie had always been next door neighbors.  They were the same age, and grew up in Brooklyn, NY.  They did everything together; same church, same schools, same college, same major.  These days they were both teachers in the Babylon school district. 

They were married a month apart, and even though they both had brothers, each was the best man at the other’s wedding.  They did allow their brothers to make them separate bachelor parties so they wouldn’t feel left out.  When their wives got pregnant they moved out of Brooklyn, and bought adjacent homes in Babylon.  They were both successful in obtaining teaching positions at different high schools in their new home town.

They both had ten year old boys and eight year old girls.  The boys were becoming as close as their dads.  Not so much, the girls.

**********

Doug was taken to Good Samaritan Hospital Medical Center.  Unfortunately for him, he never lost consciousness, and he was in great pain.  He was given heavy doses of pain killers, which made him drowsy most of the time.  Seventy-five percent (or more) of his body was in a cast.   He could barely move.  He had to be fed, and helped to pee and shit, by practical nurses.

Richie came to stay with him every weekday after work, and practically all day on Saturdays and Sundays.  During every visit, even if Doug’s wife, Susan, was there, Richie held Doug’s hand.  It was one of the places where there was no cast.  Richie’s wife Celine felt that he was ignoring his own family, and she was getting really pissed off.

One evening, Richie was Doug’s sole visitor.  Doug told Richie that he had to pee badly, and he couldn’t buzz for help because Richie was holding his hand so hard.

“I can help you,” Richie said.  “Just tell me what to do.”

“Please draw the curtain all around my bed for privacy.  The urinal is hanging from the bedrail.  Pull down my covers, place my prick into the urinal, and hold the urinal and my cock in place so that neither of them moves and spills urine all over me and the bed.”

Richie followed instructions.  He drew the curtain all around the bed, retrieved the urinal, and placed it strategically between Doug’s legs. 

The minute Richie took Doug’s cock into his hand Doug got a huge, very hard erection.  His manhood was facing straight up to the ceiling.  Richie began to laugh.

“How do you figure I can aim that shlong of yours down, when it is permanently affixed in the up position?”

“It’ll go flat if I have an orgasm.  Please Richie, don’t go ballistic on me.  Will you stroke me to a happy ending.  I haven’t gotten off since two nights before the accident.”

Richie had serious concerns.  “You’re not going to tell anyone about this if I do it, are you?”

“Yeah, like I’m going to put an ad in the New York Times, and tell Susan about it.  Of course, it’ll be between us, meathead.  I wouldn’t want anyone else to get the wrong idea about us.”

“Okay then.  But I’m only doing this because I love you and I know how badly you need this.”

“Thanks, buddy.  There are tissues on my nightstand to catch my spunk.”

“I’ve often tasted my own stuff.  Maybe I’ll take a taste of yours to see if all spunk tastes alike.  As long as we’re going to do this thing, I might as well satisfy my curiosity.”

“Geez, Richie, I’ve done that also, tasted my own cum, I mean.  If you tell me that it tastes differently, then maybe you’ll let me taste yours sometime.”

“Easy tiger, don’t take advantage of our bromance.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.  Please do it now.”

The moment had come.  Slowly, Richie reached for his buddy’s hard cock.  It was a good seven inches. Richie knew that his friend was not cut, but there was no way to tell in his erect state.  He reluctantly placed Doug’s manhood gently in the palm of his hand.  The moment he did, something terrible came over him (something wonderful came over him).  Holding someone else’s cock was acting like an aphrodisiac on him.  He got an overwhelming urge to kiss it.  He had to shake his whole body to erase the thought. 

His distress was obvious, prompting Doug to say, “I know this is difficult for you, but please just think of it as helping out an old friend.  Honest Richie, I need it so badly, and I can’t do it myself.”  Then, he quickly added, “yet.”

Richie was no stranger to hand jobs.  Lord knows, he had given himself enough of them.  Over the years he had developed tiny little tricks which enhanced his orgasms.  Subconsciously, he applied those tricks to the hand job he was giving Doug.  After a short time, Doug began to go crazy.  He was moaning loudly.  If he could have, he would have twisted and turned.  He knew for certain that he was going to experience a humdinger of an orgasm, a one of a kind.  He was not disappointed.

He had a nearly uncontrollable urge to tell Richie to do it again and again.  He wanted his best friend to do it to him for the rest of his life.  Now it was his turn to erase the thoughts that he was thinking.  He was brought back to reality when he heard Richie say, “Your spunk doesn’t taste any different than mine.  But, buddy, you’re still hard.  How can I help you pee if you can’t soften up?”

Doug said, “Do it to me again.” 

He was joking, but Richie took him seriously, and began stroking again.  He could do it all night if Doug would let him.  When he realized how he felt, he grew more frightened.    On the other hand, Doug’s wishes were coming true, and he was just as frightened.

As Richie got ready to leave, Doug said, “Thanks Richie.”

“For what?”

“For what you just did for me, and for not ever saying to me, ‘I told you so.’ ”

Notwithstanding their mutual fright, Richie was often alone with Doug in his hospital room.  Doug began to beg him to do it again.  He told Richie that his sexual urges needed his TLC badly.  The truth was that Doug had an epiphany. He realized that he loved Richie carnally.  His body hungered to envelop Richie in his arms and to make love with him.  He wanted to suck his cock and fuck him, and yes, be fucked by him.  These thoughts absolutely frightened him.  How could he know that Richie was feeling the same scary thoughts?

Subconsciously, and very subtly, their relationship was changing.  When Richie would help Doug shit and piss, he would fondle Doug’s cock as if it were part of the ritual.  Of course, Doug never stopped him, and he would get hard.  Then Richie would ask him if he wanted him to take care of the matter so he would be able to pee.  Doug would nod and smile at Richie and the routine would begin anew.

One day, Richie reached his breaking point.  Just as he started to masturbate Doug, he broke out crying.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he sobbed. 

Doug was crestfallen.  “Why not?” Doug asked.

Because I want to do more, much more.  I want to suck it.”  He leaned over his immobile friend, and kissed him.  Much to his shock Doug responded.  Their lips parted and their tongues began to tickle each other.  When they came up for air, they whispered simultaneously, “I love you.”

“Well, I’m hard now.  Sucking it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

That was all Richie had to hear.  He went down on Doug in an instant, and Doug came much too quickly.

“That was yummy,” Richie said.  “It tastes better when you shoot it directly into my mouth and it’s perfectly fresh.”

**********

Richie continued to “help out” his friend, for more than two months.  All the time Doug kept assuring Richie that he couldn’t wait to reciprocate.

One evening after work, Richie came to the hospital, and couldn’t believe what he saw.  Doug was sitting up in bed.  He had no casts, and he smiled at Richie.

“I’m making progress,” he said “Tomorrow they’re transferring me to Brunswick Rehab Center.  They figure I’ll be there for about six weeks, and then I’ll be good to go home and back to work.  Isn’t that great?”

“That is great,” Richie agreed, “but now we have to face our situation.”

“I won’t be going home for at least another six weeks.  Let’s not worry about it yet.  I’m not ready to face it.”

It was easier to make love in the rehab center when Susan wasn’t around.  Doug had a private room, and they could close the door.  Even without a cast, it was difficult for Doug to have full movement, but he was able to reciprocate at last.  He couldn’t stop telling Richie how wonderful he tasted.

Time marches relentlessly on.  Before they knew it, Susan was driving Doug home.  Shortly after that, Doug was able to return to work.  His co-workers made him a welcoming party in the teachers’ lounge.  He would have been exceptionally happy, but he and Richie had no opportunities to make love, and they were both very depressed.

One day there was a city wide teachers meeting.  The meeting was scheduled to be over by 1PM, but they told their wives that it was an all-day meeting, and they spent the afternoon in a sleazy hotel making love.

During a short rest period, Richie began to cry.  “I have come to realize that I love you more than Celine,” he sobbed.  “These stolen moments aren’t enough for me.  I want to leave her to be with you, but only if you leave Susan.”

Now it was Doug’s turn to cry.  “I feel the same way.  What should we do?”

“Nothing hasty, for sure.  Let’s give it lots of thought.”

**********

Summer vacation was upon them before they knew it, and Celine announced that she was taking the kids to Albany for two weeks to visit her parents.  “They’re getting on,” she told Richie, “and travel is becoming very difficult for them.”

The minute Celine and the kids got in the car, Richie called Doug.  “They’re gone,” he said.  “Make up some excuse and come on over.”

“I’ll be right there,” he said.  Then he went to find Susan.

“That was Richie,” he said.  “He challenged me to a game of pool in his basement den.  I won’t be long.”

“Okay, but keep your eye on the clock.  We promised to take the kids to see the new XMen movie.  It starts at three.”

The minute Doug entered Richie’s house, they turned off their cellphones, and Richie took his land line off the hook.  “That way we won’t be disturbed,” he announced.

About a half hour later, Susan got a call from someone named Ira Clemens.  She checked the caller ID, and determined that she didn’t know the name, but she answered the call anyway.  She figured that if it was a solicitor she could always hang up.

The voice on the other end of the phone did not sound like a solicitor.  “Is Mr. Dawson at home?” Clemens asked.

“No.  He’s gone next door.  Can I help you?”

“Yes.  Richard Bailey gave your husband’s name and number as an emergency contact.  I’ve been trying to reach Richard, but I keep getting a busy signal.”

“An emergency call, you say.  I hope it isn’t serious.”

“It’s not serious to most people but it’s serious to me.  We teach adult ed classes at the high school for eight weeks during the summer.  One of the teachers dropped out of the program.  Classes start Monday and I desperately need someone to fill the slot.  I want to ask Richard if he would like to make extra money and teach a couple of courses.”

“Tell you what,” Susan said.  “I know for a fact that he’s home.  I live right next door.  I’ll run over and tell him to call you.  Just give me your number,”

“He has my number, and I would be much obliged if you can find him and tell him to call me.”

Susan ran to a kitchen drawer, and took out a key on a chain.  It was a key to the house next door. The inhabitants of each house had the other’s key.  She ran right to the basement door, but the den was dark.  She thought she heard noises coming from upstairs, and she went to investigate.  She lived to regret what she discovered.  The master bedroom door was open, and Richie was fucking her husband ….. in the ass.

Like it or not, both husbands found themselves out on their asses, the very asses they were fucking.  They were fortunate enough to find a nice two-bedroom apartment about halfway between their schools.  They needed the extra bedroom for their kids when they came to visit.

Richie figured that he would need every penny he could earn to see him through this crises.  To that end, he gladly taught the summer classes that Mr. Clemens had offered him.

Richie and Doug were the two happiest campers in Babylon, and if there was one thing they were certain of, it was that they would live happily ever after.