What Disability
by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 2 

I'm Todd Miller. I go to the community college. I'm doing a student internship at the hospital as my community service requirement. I showed up at the hospital at 10:00 a.m. and reported in to Joe, my supervisor. Without a word, he handed me a clipboard and gave me the room number to go with it.

I reviewed the chart as I walked down the hallway.  I went into the room to find this incredibly good looking young guy sitting up in bed wearing a tight T-shirt and Army green athletic shorts and a sneaker on his one foot.

"Are you Corporal Price?"

"Conner.  You must be Todd," he said, putting out his hand. His grip was like a vise, his upper arm the size of a grapefruit.  I was going to like this assignment.  "Are you ready?"

"I've been waiting on you."

He scooted over and swung his leg over the edge of the bed and stood down. I pushed his wheel chair over to him.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that."

"What?"

"Push my wheel chair over to me.  Joe wouldn't do it."

"I guess I'm not supposed to push you in it, then, either," I said.

"No."

We walked/rolled together down the hall toward the gym. I'd read the notes of Conner's remarks to Joe and I took note of the people we passed in the hall, how they looked at him. The staff were all friendly and upbeat.  Not one even glanced at his leg when they spoke.

"I don't know if you've been noticing the people passing by, but nobody gives a fuck about your leg," I said rather dryly.  Joe had said I shouldn't treat him with kid gloves. He looked up at me with a scowl. "Everybody that's spoke hasn't even glanced at your leg," I said.

He didn't say anything. Maybe it was a dumb thing for me to say. I decided to try again, using a different approach.

"Listen, if there's anything you need that I can pick up for you……."

"If you don't mind, I could use a jockstrap.  They don't have them here."

"What size?"  I asked.

"Medium."

"Are you sure?"

He frowned and scowled again.  Another dumb thing to say.  "Yeah, I'm sure. I think they're sized by waist size, not what you're packing in the pouch."

The workout went well. Conner was more determined than I thought he would be, from Joe's notes.  He worked up a good sweat toward the end, and asked if he could take his shirt off; he said Joe let him work out without a shirt.

"Sure, if Joe said it's okay, it's okay," I said. I had to catch  my breath when he peeled his shirt off.  Fuck, he was built! His upper body fairly exploded out of the waist of his PE shorts.  I got all jittery inside watching him perform the last few exercises.

"There's a shower back there, doesn't look like it's being used.  Make a note to tell Joe I would like to use it, will you?" he said.

"Does it work?" I asked.

"I don't know, I never tried it."

"I'll go see."  I want into the locker area and tried the shower. The heads spit and hissed but then put out a good spray of water. The shower itself had been kept clean. I went back out and told Conner it worked.  "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Hadn't we better check with Joe first?"

"I'll take the heat for it," I said.

"I didn't bring my stuff."

"There's soap in the dispenser. I'll round us up some towels."

"Us?" he asked with that funny scowl again.

"Yes, I can't let you shower by yourself. I'll have to be in there with you."

"I shower by myself in my room."

"But you've got a call button in there. There's no call button in the shower."

"But you'll be right outside," he said.

"No, I'll be in there with you."

"Okay, then, let's do it," he said, and headed back to the shower.

"You can strip down but don't get in till I get back with the towels," I told him. I rushed to linens and got three towels, one for him to stand on. I returned to the shower and slid the latch on the outside door.  Conner was sitting on the bench, naked, hunched over, grasping the edge with both hands.  He stood up when he saw me.  I almost fainted.

"Holy shit!" I blurted before I could catch myself. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen or even imagined. I quickly recovered, a bit embarrassed, and apologized. "Sorry about that double take. I wasn't expecting....that."

"What were you expecting?"

"Well....something a little more within the normal range.  Sorry."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"I don't know how you ever get used to carrying that around," I said as I began taking off my clothes.

"Same way I'll get used to not carrying one leg around."

"How'd you lose it, if you don't mind me asking."

"IED.  But there was sweet revenge; the fucker blew himself up planting the next one. I hope his seventy virgins are all skin-and-bones ninety year old hags with syphilis. Personally I would rather have one young virgin here while I'm alive."

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding one." I was down to my briefs and I was almost shy about taking them off for the moment of comparison.  But I did and managed to stand proud when I straightened up.  I'm pretty big myself, but not the size of Conner.  I started to help him into the shower but he shrugged away from me and hobbled in on his own. I hoped I didn't have a homophobe on my hands. 

"Okay, but you can't hobble around in the shower and take the chance of slipping on the slick floor. I've got to be right with you," I said with great authority. I let him have the shower spray but I stayed close by him at the perimeter of the spray, ready to grab him if need be, but I didn't touch him.

He adjusted his shower to suit himself.  Just then he twisted around on his one leg to reach the soap dispenser and lost his balance. I caught him and held him till he was steadied on his leg.

"Tried to use the leg that's not there," he said sheepishly.

"That's the reason I can't let you shower alone."  My voice was hoarse and I felt suddenly panicky. My arm around his muscular upper body made me tingle where I didn't need to be tingling right then.  Don't get hard, don't get hard, I kept saying to myself. When he was steady I turned a little away from him and adjusted the water a little cooler.

"You mind turning that back to warm till we're ready to get out?" he said.

"Okay, sorry."  I turned the water back to warm.  When I turned back to face him the panic and the tingling got worse.  Conner had soaped up the hair around his manhood and was washing his meaty cock and his balls and between his legs, all of which had caused his cock to fluff up even more. 

"I've always had strong legs, but one leg gets tired more easily when it has to do all the work," he said.

"Do you need to lean on me for support?"

"No. I just want to finish up and get out and sit down to dry off."

"I'll bring a chair in next time," I said.

"No, this leg has to get used to doing double duty till I get my other one.  Don't worry, it'll get stronger, I'll see to that."

"It looks like it could move a tank," I said.

When he was rinsed off I followed within inches as he exited the shower. I tossed him a towel then spread another one on the floor in front of him.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with letting others help you," I said.

"I'll accept help when I need it," he said.

Watching him dry off was another beautiful moment, all those muscles rippling and dancing. He seemed completely unaware of his attributes. We got him back to his room and in bed. It bothered him that he was so tired from the shower.

"You have reason to be tired, you had a good workout," I said.

He scoffed with a snort.

"Have you always been built like that?" I asked.

"No, I used to be pretty skinny."

"I rest my case.  Give your body time."

Later Joe ask me how things went. 

"Good. He's a stubborn fucker," I said.

"Stubborn, or determined?"

"I think they are one and the same for him.  By the way, he used the shower in the gym," I added.

He raised an eyebrow.  "You can't let him do that.  Not yet."

"I was in there with him," I said.

"Oh."

I didn't know if Joe liked it or not, but he didn't reprimand me for it. 

The second or third time I worked with Conner he asked me about the jockstrap, if I had forgotten it.

"No, I ordered a couple but they haven't come yet," I said.

"You ordered them?  You can buy a jockstrap about anywhere," he said.

"You couldn't get one here," I said.

"Okay, but……"

"I'll pick you up one tomorrow, till the other ones come," I cut in. 

I bought him a Bike at a sporting goods store.  I would give him the other special ones later. The next day I tossed him the jockstrap as I walked in the door.  He snatched it out of the air with a "Thanks" and laid it aside.

"Don't thank me, put it on, we've got work to do." I would've hated seeing him wear a jockstrap except that he wore his shorts under his workout shorts and a jock would be better than that.

He picked up the package and fumbled with it before he tore it open.  It was like he was stalling.

"What, you've never put on a jockstrap in front other guys?" I chided him. "You lived in a barracks, for chrissakes."

"No privacy in a hospital is different somehow than no privacy in the barracks around other marines."

"Do you want me to go gather up a bunch of guys and bring them in here to make you feel more at home?"

He gave me the finger and scooted over to the edge of the bed to pull off his shorts. I pulled the curtain but stayed inside it with him, I didn't care how it looked.  He peeled his shorts down and took them off and put his foot through the jockstrap.  He pulled it up and put his other leg through the strap.

"That's looking good," I remarked, nodding to the stub. He gave me a sharp look and I laughed.  "Your leg, I mean."

He pulled the jockstrap up and lifted his manhood to tuck it inside then stood down and hobbled over to his locker to get his gym shorts. The sight of his butt framed in the straps made my mouth water. I wanted to tell him everything was looking good, but I didn't. 

To be continued...  

Posted: 01/30/15 rp