What Disability
by: Peter

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Chapter 5 

Conner was ready when I got to the hospital about one. He'd had his lunch, was showered and shaved and was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly, and tan cargo shorts and sneakers. I was a little surprised at the shorts.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, they struck him about mid thigh; when he stood down they struck him just above the knee. I was impressed with his courage, as well as how he looked.

"You look great," I said as I pulled the wheelchair out of the corner.  "You smell great," I added.  "We ought to be able to pick up some chicks today."

He pushed the wheelchair away. "I'm not riding in that thing," he said.

"Hospital rules," I said.

"Fuck the hospital rules.  I can handle crutches just fine."

"Look, everybody has to exit in a wheelchair.  We'll take your crutches with us in the car."

He relented to that and got in the wheelchair.  I grabbed his crutches.  At the pickup point he hobbled from the chair to the car and maneuvered himself into the seat and we were soon on our way.

"Those are sharp cargo shorts," I said.

"I got them at the PX store," he said. "Why're you doing this?" he asked me when we were turning onto the highway.

"I get credits for community service," I replied.

"That's not the reason. Do you get extra, extra credits for taking your entire day for me?"

"No."

"Then it's not the real reason," he said.

"I like you," I said flatly.

He laughed.  "Yeah, I kinda figured that out."

"No, I respect and admire you for what you've done," I added. "This is going to sound dumb, but I don't see anything diminishing about you losing your leg. I mean, I hate that it happened, but to me there's something sexy about it; like a badge of honor."

"That is dumber'n shit," he said.  "There's nothing fuckin' sexy about having one leg missing.  It sure as hell isn't a badge of honor."

"You got a medal, didn't you?  A Purple Heart?"

"Yes, but you can get one of those for a Band-Aid injury," he said.

"That must have taken a big fuckin' Band-Aid," I said, nodding to his leg.

He scowled at me then broke out laughing.  "Despite everything, I think that's the reason I'm starting to like you," he said,  "You just say whatever's on your mind."

I shrugged.  "I don't like to be misunderstood.  But why'd you say despite everything?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting a gay intern to put the move on me like you did."

I glanced over at him then turned back to the road, with a tight smile.  "You didn't fight me very hard," I said.  "With those arms, you could've landed me clear across the shower."

He didn't say anything, just stared straight ahead, like he was sinking into one of his sullen moods.

"Look, Conner, what we did….what I did….doesn't make you gay.  It doesn't work that way," I said.

Still nothing.

"Come on, you're telling me you've never had a guy put a move on you?  That's hard to believe with your looks and that body, and especially that cock."

"No, I never did, till you," he said, sounding angry.

I let it drop. We were approaching and I drove along the beach real slow. "Looks like a good day for chicks,"  I said.

"Yeah, I should've brought binoculars," he quipped dryly.

"Why don't we just go down on the beach and get an up close look," I said.

"You said we would be at the beach, not on it.  That's what you said," he reminded me.  He sounded emphatic.

"Right."

"You said WE oughta to be able to pick up chicks today.  Do chicks still interest you?"

"Sexually, no, but I still admire a beautiful woman."

"Most beautiful women want more than just to be admired," he said.

"I'll do the admiring and leave the rest up to you."  I turned off to take the narrow road up to the beach houses. At the top of the grade I pulled in under the house which was up on pilings.  I got out and went around and handed Conner his crutches.  I didn't help him get out of the car. I grabbed the package out of the back seat--the jockstraps had arrived and I'd been waiting for an ideal time to give them to him--then I went ahead to the back of the house that was facing the beach, and waited at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the deck.  I could see it was awkward, maneuvering the sand on the crutches, but I still didn't offer to help him.

"I can bring down lawn chairs if you don't want to go up the stairs," I offered. 

"I can manage. It's probably a better view from up there," he said.

"It is. And I have binoculars," I said.

"No shit!  That's great!"

I went up the stairs behind him just in case.  He didn't even go inside, he settled into a chair on the deck overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond.  I went inside and got us some beers and the binoculars.  "You can take off your shirt if like and get some sun. Take off all you want, it's private up here."

He took off his shirt and pulled the legs of his shorts to expose a lot of his thighs.

"I don't have a lot of beer, and I have to find somebody to replace it; it's my Dad's stash and I'm not supposed to be drinking."

"You should've said something. I can get beer for you.  I'll do that when we go back," he said.

"Thanks."

We talked and drank our beer and I could sense that he was relaxing. I took off my shirt and got us two more beers. I asked a lot of questions about the military and soon he was opening up, even to the point of talking about the battle where he'd lost his leg.  I was surprised, and pleased that he felt like he could tell me such details. There were notes in his file that he wouldn't talk about it. I wondered if he had told his shrink all those details. I asked him.

"No," he said flatly.

"Why not?"

"Because he asked."

"Oh." So I didn't ask any more questions about his legs or about the war.  I just let him open up as much as he wanted to.

The afternoon slipped away and was threatening dusk. I hated to see the day end.  Then I thought, why does it have to?  I asked Conner if he wanted to order pizza."

"Sure, but don't we have to get back?  Or are we going to pick it up on the way?"

"Not if I can help it," I said. 

I went inside and called Joe and asked him if I could keep Conner overnight.

"No!  You should've had him back already!"

"He's having a great time.  He's really opened up to me, talking, without me even asking him questions. He's even talked about the war. I think we're really connecting.  What's the harm if he wants to stay? I'm not kidnapping him."

"No. You're doing him, aren't you?"

I was taken aback, stunned.

"What?"  I swallowed hard.  "What do you mean?"

"What part of 'you're doing him' didn't you understand?"

"Look, I…..he didn't….he hasn't said anything, has he?"

"You think I just fell off the turnip truck?  You and I play for the same team, dude.  Or didn't you know that?"

"I….no, I sure didn't….but….so what if we are?  What's that got to do with letting Conner out into the world?"

"Everybody's gone home, it's too late for me to get permission."

"So do something heroic, you grant permission," I challenged him.

"You little fuck, you're going to get us both fired," he growled.

"I've heard it over and over again, we are results oriented in our philosophy of treatment. Has anybody complained about the results with Conner?"

"No, just the opposite."

"Then I'll take that as a yes." 

"You didn't hear me say yes," he said.

"I didn't hear you say no."

There was a short pause.  "I'm not saying yes, but you make damn sure you have him back here before staff starts arriving in the morning. I'll clear things with the night staff."

I went to the door and asked Conner what he liked on his pizza.

The pizza delivery boy got an eyeful coming up the stairs just as Conner was pulling on his T-shirt and the poor boy didn't bother to hide it; I could see the lust in his eyes for the big Marine. When I paid him and told him to keep the change he didn't even bother to look to see if I'd given him enough money.

We ate the pizza and finished off the two beers we'd been nursing.  I didn't offer him any more beer; there were only two left and I was saving those for later, for other purposes besides washing down pizza. As I was cleaning up the pizza mess I dropped the bomb.

"I got permission from Joe for you to stay the night if you want to. Only thing is, we have to be back before staff starts arriving in the morning."

He seemed surprised, and hesitant. "That….wasn't exactly in the plan," he said.

"It's okay if you don't want to. It's really nice out here at night," I said.  Suddenly I realized why he might be reluctant.  "But I'm sorry, you probably got your fill of sleeping in the sand out under the stars.  It's okay, we can go back."

"I didn't bring anything, no change of underwear, no tooth brush……"

"I can sterilize a tooth brush for you, and I'll round you up some of my Dad's underwear."  I didn't have much of my own stuff there because it wasn't where I spent most of my time.  I had a room off campus.

"I'm not wearing your dad's underwear," he said.

"Well mine would be kinda tight on you," I said.

"That's okay, I'll sleep raw and put these back on."

"Then I take that as a yes, you're staying," I said, without sounding too excited. 

"It beats that hospital room," he said.

"Well, there won't be any bombs or rockets or anybody shooting at you."

He nodded without comment.

I took the mattress off the bed and dragged it out on the deck then got the pillows and a sheet and a blanket.  Then I went down and closed and locked the gate at the bottom of the stairs.

"That keeps the beach drunks from wandering up here," I explained.  Then I went in and got us the last two beers.  "If you're going to get drunk, you'll have to do it on this one," I told him.

"I'll get you some more beer tomorrow," he said.

It was early but  the cool of dusk was settling in and the bed was there so we mutually decided to go to bed.

"I know you're not used to doubling up, I can sleep in the lounge chair," I said.

"No, it's okay, I'm not putting you out of your bed," he said. 

"Well, I just thought….you know….after what happened….."

"It's okay," he said again as he was peeling off his T-shirt. 

I wondered what he was saying was okay.

"Bathroom's straight down to the end of the hallway," I told him.  "I'll fix you up with a sanitized toothbrush."  He reached for his crutches.  I went on in and got a toothbrush out of the bathroom then went into the kitchen to boil water in the microwave to sanitize it. 

Outside I checked the skirting around the deck to make sure all the ties were tied then I stripped down to my shorts but I didn't get on the mattress yet.  He said he was sleeping raw but I thought I would make sure before I took off my shorts.

Conner came back out on the deck and laid his crutches beside the mattress then pulled his briefs down. He sat down on the mattress to take them off then stretched out, and started to pull the covers up over him. It was the perfect opportunity to give him the jockstraps.

"Here, try these and see how they feel," I said as I tossed him the opened mailing envelope containing the jockstraps.

"What's this?"

"The jockstraps I ordered. I don't know if you want to sleep in one or not, but try them on anyway."

He pulled out the two small plastic bags. He looked at them curiously then opened the one containing the red jockstrap.

"I never had a red jock before," he said as he shook it out and held it up.  "Oh, Man!  It's a Marine jockstrap!" he said excitedly.  He held it up and examined the Marine emblem and felt the soft, cotton mesh material of the pouch. "Wow!  This is nice.  Thanks, I'll sure wear it, with pride."

"I'm surprised the Marines don't issue them," I said.

He was opening the other plastic bag. He had a little scowl when he held up the tiny, plain white swimmer's jock.  "I don't know if everything's going to fit into this," he said. "Even if it does, the waistband is awfully narrow to hold up the pouch."

"That's a swimmer's jock to wear under a swim suit," I told him.

His expression suddenly changed and he laid the jock aside, not rudely, but leaving a definite message that the garment wasn't going to fit into the scheme of things.

I picked it up and stuffed it back into the bag.  "I know you don't think so now, but you will get back into a swim suit," I said.

"I don't think it'll be anytime in this lifetime," he said as he picked up the Marine jock.  "I think I will try this on.  You tell me what I owe you."

"Nothing."

"I'm gonna pay you," he said.

"No you're not."

"I'll figure out something," he said as he set about putting the jockstrap on. I noticed he was getting more adept and comfortable about performing small tasks like that in front of me. He lifted his butt up to pull the jock on and adjusted his manhood inside the pouch.  Then he rubbed his hand over the pouch, rather lovingly, I thought, with a pleased smile.

"This feels great.  Thanks again.  But I think I will sleep naked."

"It looks great," I said. He glanced up at me.  "Hey, I'm not gonna be the only guy to tell you that jockstrap looks great, so get used to it. Hell, everybody in the barracks is going to want to know where you got it."

He removed the Marine jock and laid back on the mattress and pulled the cover up.

"Tell me something, do you put everything in your reports, like taking me out and staying overnight?" he asked.

"Well….not everything. But I'll have to include some notes, Joe will be expecting that."  I took off my shorts and climbed in beside him under the covers, but with some space between us. 

It was quiet except for the distant soft voices along the beach, and the moon was subdued with a haze.

"This is nice," Conner said.

"Yes, I like sleeping out here."

"Bet you don't sleep out here much alone," he said.

"Not when my parents are not here."

"Only with guys?  Or do you have leanings toward girls, too?"

"I've had girls sleep out here with me."

"Just sleep?"

"Not always."

We were quiet then.

"I haven't seen a peaceful sky for ages," he said quietly.

There was quiet again, and when he didn't say anything else, I did.

"You can talk about it," I said. 

"You won't write up or report what I say?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

He was quiet for a moment longer then he began talking, at a slow pace at first, but his pace seemed to pick up as he went along.  Not excitement, but he sounded like he wanted to get it out. At one point, when he was telling about the fierce battle where he lost one of his buddies, he choked up. He laid his forearm across his eyes but I saw his stomach muscles tighten and heave with his silent sobs.

Instinctively, I laid my hand on his stomach.  "It's okay, Conner, this won't go in any report either," I said.  "This afternoon, this night, will be a one line entry."

He nodded and muttered thanks.  I left my hand on his stomach.  It was there, it felt good, and he hadn't pushed it away.  Hope sprung anew. 

"I wish I could get you another beer," I said.

"It's okay, I've got a little buzz going. Probably the reason I'm talking so much."

"I think you needed to get it out."

"It's out, but it's not gone.  I don't think it'll ever be gone."

"I can only imagine," I said, as I began rubbing my hand soothingly on his stomach in tiny circles. When he still didn't protest I widened the circles. I felt his stomach muscles tighten and tremor.  When I got low enough I felt the weight of his big cock as it swung around and up and rested on the back of my hand. I was surprised but extremely happy that he was so okay with the progression of things that his body was responding.

 I turned my hand over and let his cock lay in the palm of my hand. It was getting harder, and bobbing up and down.  I let it for a moment before I finally curled my fingers around it.  I moved my hand back and forth and his cock throbbed in my fist.

"I think you need this," I said as I rose up and bent over him.

"Yeah…..I sure do," he whispered.

I brought his cock straight up and leaned down and kissed the broad head.  It was slick with his precum.  I licked it off then wrapped my lips around the head, locking them snugly around the wide flange while he pumped out more precum. I saw him watching me, intently.  He tightened his butt muscles, pushing his cock up through my lips and I went down to meet his little thrust.

"Ohhhhh…..Ohhh, fucker, you are something sent from heaven," he whispered hoarsely.

I smiled a tearful smile at his warm acceptance of me, and began sucking him in earnest. He was cut but they'd left a generous collar and I worked the silken sheath up and down his thick shaft of man meat, and I could feel the veins bulging. This, I decided, would be a night he would never forget.

I rose up and moved between his legs. It wasn't therapy, or a sense of duty that prompted me to lift his legs in my arms.  It was desire for this man's perfect, muscular body.  I saw him cringe when I brought his left leg up.  It felt wonderfully muscular and strong in my arm. 

"Man, you've got legs that could move a tank," I said as I hugged his thighs to my chest. Then I leaned my head down to kiss the stub.  I wet my lips and let them trail over the rough scars.

"Godd, don't…..don't do that," he choked.

"Let me. Please. You deserve this," I said. "It's not out of pity," I said gruffly.  "Believe me, none of this is out of pity."  I pressed my cheek against the stub. "Listen to what I tell you. You are the most beautiful specimen of manhood I've ever seen, and this takes nothing away from that beauty. If anything, it only adds to it."

"Bullshit.  And don't call me beautiful," he said gruffly, swiping at his eyes.

"I have you at a disadvantage, I can call you anything I please."

"What disadvantage?"

”I've got wheels, you're on crutches. And you want your cock sucked.  And more importantly, I want to suck your cock."

"Okay, I give," he said, laughing.

I began kissing down the inside of his left leg.  Conner put his other leg over my shoulder.  I kissed down to his crotch then went back up the inside of his other leg.  When I kissed back down I avoided his cock and went under his balls heading for his ass. The beach, his mood, the buzz, all made it more likely that he would go for it.  Not a chance in hell I could fuck him but I could at least show him the joys of his ass. As I moved down, his leg lay across my back till I shoved them both toward him.

"Hold your legs up to your chest," I said.

"What're you going to do?" he asked.

"Just do it."

I nuzzled my face in his butt and heard him gasp, that turned into a moan when I started using my tongue.

"Aww, fuck, man, I never had anybody do that before."

"You never had anybody suck your cock before," I reminded him.

"Only some girls," he said.

"Women don't know how to suck cock," I said, between licks.

"Are you going to?" he asked.

"I'll get to it.  I wanta show you this first."

"Ohh….Ohhh, fuck….Awwh, man, you keep doing that you're not gonna have to suck my cock."

"Do you want to cum this way? It's okay," I said.

"If you wanta keep doing it, yeah, I sure wouldn't mind cumming this way."

"Good.  But give me a heads up, I'll take your load."

I was quickly able to gauge him, and I turned it into torture. I edged him repeatedly. I took him up, I let him back down, and I took him up again, then back down, each time just before he was ready to blast off.  I kept him on edge till he was probably ready to scream.  Till he finally grabbed my head in his big hands and pulled my face up to his cock.

"Suck it!  Get me off!  I gotta cum, you're driving me fuckin' crazy."

I didn't fight him, not even when he pushed my head down with both hands, forcing his cock into my throat.  I endured the near brutal face fucking he gave me with humility and great joy.  I was glad to be humbled so by the big Marine. I wish it'd been different but he came in my throat. It was exciting to feel his cock buck and swell in my throat, and I could feel the warm semen gushing deep in my gullet, but I would have much preferred to have him shoot in my mouth where I could taste and savor the sweet nectar before swallowing it.

He really fed me a load of cum.  It was a long, hard climax, and he kept my head in his vise-like grip till he was finished with my throat.  When he let me raise my head and pull his cock free of my throat and into my mouth, I got a wonderful taste of a warm gush of cum on my tongue.  I savored it and licked his cock clean before I released it completely. It was only then that I realized his legs were shaking.  I let them down and lay down myself with my head in his groin.  I was so pleased when he laid his hand on my head.

"I hope that met with your approval and satisfaction," I said.

His reply was, "Fuck, man!"

I smiled as I lovingly stroked his rubbery cock.

"You said I deserved this.  Why do you say that?" he asked hoarsely.

"You've done your duty, and paid a big price. You deserve everything good in life for a change, everything that makes you feel good.  And I'm honored that you allow me to give you some of that pleasure."

"Thanks, but…..I just don't get the honor part."

"You don't have to.  That's mine," I said. "Your part is the pleasure."

"Come up here," he said.

I got up and crawled up beside him where he had a muscular arm extended out for me to lie on.  It wasn't comfortable, his muscles were too hard, but I accepted his gesture with gratitude.

"This can't go in any report," he said, flexing his bicep under my head.

"No, just the blowjob," I joked.

He brought his forearm up and got me in a headlock  that nearly broke my neck.  I tapped out on his chest and he let me go.

"What you did….to my leg….that was something.  Do you really think it's….not all that bad?  The looks of it, I mean."

"Conner, if you just let yourself believe it….if you stop dwelling on what's not there and focus on what is. Honestly, I think you're the only who even notices you lost part of your leg."

"Yeah, and what do other people see when they see me going down the hall in a wheelchair or on crutches? I can tell you what. They look to see why I'm in a wheelchair or on crutches."

"No, they notice why.  They take notice, that's all.  What they see is this drop-dead, good looking hunk with incredible arms and shoulders maneuvering those crutches or powering that wheel chair."

"You're good, you know that, for a volunteer, for somebody your age."

"You're good too.  I saw your medals.  And you're not that much older than I am."

"I want you to write something about this outing in your report.  Something for the doctors and my shrink that will reflect a positive attitude on my part. It might help push up the date for getting my new leg and getting me back on duty."

"All right, we'll work on it together."

"And I want to thank you. I didn't like you at first.  That's the reason I wasn't so cooperative. But then I realized I was only punishing myself, holding myself back."

"Fuck, why can't you just admit it, you couldn't resist my charms," I chided him.

"Ha!  I was ready to punch you in the shower."

"But you didn't."

"No….no, I didn't."

"Any regrets?" I asked.

"None that I can think of off hand, but give me time to think about it," he said.

"So, now, how do you want to do it?"

"Huh?  Do what?"

"How do you want to fuck me?  On top, or do you want me to ride you?

He lifted his head to turn and look at me.  "What? Fuck you. Man, you really are……"

"Gay," I finished for him.

"Really. No kidding, you really want me to fuck you?"

"If you think you can maneuver it, with your disability and all."

"What disability," he scoffed. "Seriously, you can take my cock in your ass?

"Every inch, all the way," I assured him.  "On top or bottom?" I asked.

"You're on bottom," he said.

I was anxious and eager to feel the stud's big cock bursting into my ass and pounding me blind and see and feel those muscles, but I was just as anxious to see how well he maneuvered the deed.

I got up and got the lube and a condom.  He took them both but held the condom out. 

"Do we have to?"

"No." 

"Good." He sat up out of the way so I could lie across the mattress.

"How do you want me, on my back or stomach?"

"Back."

I lay on my back and cocked my knees up.  He got between them, standing down on his good leg beside the bed. He set his other leg into the mattress and uncapped the lube.  He drizzled some on his cock and when I lifted my legs up he squeezed some into the crack of my ass.

"You've done this before, so I don't have to treat you like a  whimpering virgin," he surmised as he moved into position.

"I'm a couple of years from being a virgin, but it would be nice if you didn't torpedo me."

"I've never done this before, fucked a guy's ass, you let me know if I get too rough."

He set the head of his cock against my hole and looked at me, as if asking for the green light.

"You're on target," I told him.

He shoved and the broad head of his cock burst through my hole with a rip of pain that took my breath away. I was expecting it, yet I wasn't.  I think I wanted him so bad I forgot how much it might hurt. But a wince was all I gave it; I didn't cry out.  Not till he was all the way in, then it was a whimpering groan of sheer pleasure.  He was hot and thick and alive in there and he was waking up all the nerve endings. He made me shiver all through. Much as I presumed he did with the women he fucked, he barely paused before he started fucking me. He had an oversized cockhead and it dragged along the delicate lining of my ass causing the nerve endings to scream out with pleasure as he drew his cock back through my guts.  I sucked in a hard breath and let it out as he shoved back into me.

"Ohh, Godd!" I moaned.

I expected him to ask if it was okay but he only smiled. He knew it was more than okay. He quickly set a steady pace of powerful thrusts and withdrawals.  I could tell he was naturally favoring his good leg but the other one wasn't a detriment in the least. The guy knew how to fuck, and he hadn't forgot how. I suddenly envied all the women he'd fucked.

"Godd, I needed this," he breathed through his lust.

"I can tell," I said.  "Your need is my want. How long has it been?"

"Too long.  Too fuckin' long. There's not much of this going on where I've been."

"You can have it any time you want it with me."

"I accept your offer.  Cause you don't know it, but this is just getting me primed."

"Can I reconsider that offer?" I joked.

He ignored me and kept fucking me.   He wasn't brutal or even rough, he was just powerful.

"I'm not close yet, but do I cum in you or do you want me to pull out?"

"Fill me up."

That seemed to fuel his lust even more.

"Fuck, yeah," he growled as he plowed into me with even more gusto.

"Ohhhh…..Ohh, yeah, fuck me, Conner.  Fuck my lights out.  Ohh….Ohhh….Ohh, man….Godd, Yess!  Ream my ass!"

Even in the cool of the night, sweat broke out on his chest and forehead and dripped onto my face, in my eyes and in my mouth.  He made a swipe at it but I told him not to.

"Let it drip.  It tastes good," I told him, and with that I leaned up and licked the sweat off his chest. He moaned softly when I dragged my tongue across his tits.

"Ohh, wow," he murmured softly. I kept licking them and sucked hard on the left one.  He pressed his chest against my face but then rose up, smiling down at me. I didn't think he wanted to admit or show he had those feelings in his tits. 

"Never thought I'd be saying this to a guy, but you are one hot fuck."

I choked on my laughter and emotions.  It was funny, the way he said it, something you would never expect to hear coming out of his mouth.  But it also got to me, that this big, tough combat Marine would express himself that way to me.

He never lost his momentum.  It was a long, hard fuck right up to the end when he grunted that he was cumming.  He didn't have to tell me.  I was braced for it.  Braced for the final onslaught of my tender ass, and filled with expectancy of his building climax.  He didn't let up even for a stroke.  His hard loins smacked loudly against my spread butt in a staccato rhythm that pushed little whimpering gasps and moans out of me.  Then with one final, hard, pile-driver thrust that jarred my teeth, he buried his cock and shot his load.

I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and locked my legs around his lean hips and clung to him for dear life.  I discovered later that I left teeth marks on his neck.  His breath heaved in my ear as he unloaded a massive load of semen deep inside me.  I felt the heat of him, and could only imagine how it was spurting out of his cock and spreading like molten lava all through my insides.

His breath was coming hard as he fucked me through the final throes. Slowing, he gasped out, "Fuck, man, you didn't cum.  I jumped the gun."

"No. No, you didn't! It was great! Fuck, unbelievable!  Don't take anything away from it."

"I'll get you off," he said.

"You don't have to," I said.

"I will."

I held him for a long time, and he held me; I hadn't realized that he'd wrapped both arms under me. His hold didn't lessen even when mine did. He kept holding me tight, and I wondered how long it'd been since he'd held another human being like this.  Finally he released his hold on me and raised up.  The cool air wafted over our sweaty bodies.

"In a word….awesome," he said.

"In two words….fuckin' awesome," I said.  "Godd, you sure know how to fuck."

"I guess it's like a riding a bicycle, once you learn you never forget how."

"I doubt you had to learn.  You were born knowing how to fuck."

We both savored the extraction of his cock. My asshole gripped frantically at the head and he had to tug harder to pull it back through my sphincter muscle.

"Fuck, man, you are wide open."

"Let's just hope it closes up," I said. 

He crawled up and lay beside me.  "Never thought I'd admit it, but you're good for me," he said with a screwy smile that I'd not seen before, and his words surprised me.

  I laughed.  "Why do you say that?"

"Getting me out of the hospital, bringing me here, then getting Joe to let me stay overnight. This; the sex. You challenge me."

"The last part's true," I said.  "I wanted to prove to you that losing part of your leg doesn't mean you can't function as a man.  Godd, can you ever function as a man!"  I laughed.

"What're you laughing about?"

"I'm just thinking how I'm going to write that up in the report."

He punched me in the chest.  "You do and the next time I punch you, I'll break some ribs."

"I know you're always testing me," he said.  "Like when you asked me if I wanted to be on top of bottom."

"You don't know how happy I was when you said I was going to be on the bottom.  You didn't hesitate, didn’t even give it a thought."

"I didn't have to," he said.

To be continued...  

Posted: 01/30/15 rp