What Disability
by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 7 

"Hello, Todd!"

I looked up toward the sing-song, sweet voice and there was Diane walking towards the deck.  What perfect luck!

"Is that some of your good times when your parents are away?" Conner asked me under his breath.

"She's more or less good-time-had-by-all, but I haven't had it yet," I said quietly.

"Haven't seen you in way too long," she said as she approached the bottom of the stairs. 

I was in a bit of a turmoil.  I knew Diane would want to come up; she'd been hinting around since we met that she would be okay having sex despite my preferences, but it just hadn't worked out for various reasons.  But I knew Conner wouldn't want her to join us.

"Would I be intruding if I came up?" Diane asked as she put her foot on the second step.

"NO! WAIT," Conner hissed as he quickly unrolled his pants legs.

"No, not at all," I told her.  This was the opportunity I needed.

At the top of the stairs her eyes glued onto Conner's bare upper body.  Her glance at me begged for an introduction.

"This is Conner, Marine friend of mine.  Conner, this is Diane, another friend of mine."

He started to show his manners and get up but she moved quickly to his chair and put her hand out.  I  watched Conner closely for his reaction to that; afraid he might take it as a sign of pity.

"Marine, huh?" she said.  "Well, I could've guessed, with the haircut, and that body."

He seemed taken aback, even embarrassed by her boldness. I was encouraged. Diane was just what Conner needed.  I tried to think of an excuse to leave them alone.  Succeed or fail, Conner didn't need me around for this. If he succeeded, he would tell me about it.  If he failed, I need never know; he could lie about it.

"Look, I'm going to see if I can find Tanner to get me some beer," I said. 

"Damn, I forgot all about that," Conner said. "But you don't have to go, I can get some on the way back."  There was a twinge of pleading in his tone and in his eyes.  He obviously didn't want to be left alone with Diane. 

I felt like a traitor but it was for his own good, good or bad. I left. I walked along the beach and up to the boardwalk where I got something to eat and wandered through some of the shops. In the surf shop I checked out the swim suits. For Conner. When the time came I wasn't going to let him use the excuse that he didn't have one. I sorted through them and picked out a boxer brief; a very brief boxer. It was about three inches wide around the waist with a little more material in back and a pouch in front.  I was gone over two hours, which I thought was long enough for something to happen if it was going to, and knowing Diane………

The gate at the bottom of the stairs was open, I had closed it when I left.  I went up the stairs to find Conner stretched out on a lounge chair wearing only the tiny swimmer's jock and sun glasses. His muscular body glistened with sweat from the hot sun. There was no reaction to my return and I thought he was asleep.  I went inside and got a cold beer.  Coming out I saw him replacing the glasses on his face and went back and got another beer. I rubbed the cold beer bottle against his shoulder.

"Glad to see you decided to wear the jock," I said.

"Just working on my tan," he said.

"She fucked your brains out, didn't she?" I said.

He chuckled and smiled and sat up with his legs on either side of the lounge, one foot on the deck. He didn't answer me but I knew she had.  He shoved himself up and hobbled the few steps to the railing. I nearly choked at the sight of his awesome butt framed in the jock straps.

I moved up beside him where he looked out at the sea.  He took a long drink of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand holding the bottle. He made a swipe down his sweaty chest with the other hand.

"I think I'm ready to tackle the beach," he said out of the blue. 

"All right." I pulled the swim suit out of my hip pocket and handed it to him.  "Put this on while I go find my suit."

He took the suit, with a surprised scowl.  "I didn't mean right now, I was thinking like next time," he said. 

"What's gonna be different between now and the next time?  I told you, your leg's not going to grow back."

He knew I wasn't taking that for an answer so he tried another ruse; the swim suit.  "I can't wear this down there; I'm not going to fit in it."

"It stretches to fit," I said and I pulled on it to demonstrate then I turned and went in to find my suit and get some towels.

He had the suit on when I came back and My Godd, did he look hot in it!  The way he filled it out in back, the twin globes of his solid butt, was almost criminal; I could hardly wait to see what he looked like in front.  When I draped his towels over his shoulder he half turned toward me.  The narrow waist band hugged his hips determinedly and the pouch did an heroic job of containing his manhood.

"Damn, dude, you look hot!"

"I feel naked," he said.

"Naw, that is much better than naked," I said, tugging up on the waist of the suit. When I let go, the weight of his manhood pulled it back down.

"That's as good as it gets, it keeps pulling down," he said with a shrug.

"If it got any better they would have to call the riot police."  I took his beer and handed him a bottle of water.  "They're not going to let you have that beer on the beach."  Then I handed him his crutches. I went down the stairs first, staying a couple of steps in front of him.

"You don't have to do that, I can handle stairs," he said.

"Okay."  I went on down and waited at the bottom of the stairs.  Maneuvering the crutches in the sand was a struggle too but he was determined.  Several yards from the water's edge I stopped and spread one of my towels out in the sand, dropped my other one on it, then took the towel from his shoulder and spread it beside mine. 

"Hey, how come you're wearing that kind and I'm wearing this?" he asked.

I looked down at my suit then at him.  "Shit, man, I gave you the wrong suit!"  I said; then broke out laughing.

"You prick."

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"I'll go give Tanner a heads up," I said.

"About what?"  he asked with a scowl.

"To keep an eye out." When his scowl didn't go away I went on.  "I'm a good swimmer, but I'm not a lifeguard.  I'm sure you're going to do fine, but if I take you out there and you drown, that puts my ass in a sling."  I went over to talk to Tanner.

"I've got this Marine with me, he lost part of his leg in Iraq and I'm helping with his rehab.  This is his first time in the water since it happened. I want you to keep an eye out in case we get in trouble."

"I can come down to the water's edge," he offered.

"No, Conner would think you're treating him like a little boy.  Just keep an eye out for us."

I motioned to Conner and we started down to the water.  It was even more difficult with the crutches in the wet sand. 

"Give me your crutches when you're ready," I said.

He went out into the surf about calf deep and handed off his crutches to me.  I saw him take in a deep breath then he dove in.  I tossed the crutches on the shore and quickly dove in after him.

He was a powerful swimmer, but it was awkward and it frustrated him.  I heard him swear then he dove under again.  I stayed close.  He came up sputtering and swore again.

"Fuck! I keep depending on my other foot that isn't there.  It's making me lopsided."

"I think you're doing great," I said.  "I don't think I could beat you in a race."  I swam with him but not so it looked like I was hovering over him. 

Suddenly he started laughing.  "I'm gonna cause a panic when I get out.  I'm going to hobble out on one leg and yell shark."

"You are one sick fucker!" I said, laughing with him.  It was sick but I was delighted to see his sense of humor.

We swam for about a half hour before he told me he was getting out.

"Okay, I'll get your crutches." I swam ahead and got his crutches and brought them out to him.  He was obviously tired and I dared to steady him a couple of times. 

"Did you move the fuckin' towels?  I didn't know we left them that far up the beach."

"I can bring them down closer," I offered.

"No, I can make it."

He did but he practically collapsed when we reached them. "I'll be glad when I can get on the tread mill.  I've lost my wind."

"Shouldn't be too long," I said.

He stretched out on his back and brushed his hand down over the pouch of his swim suit. When he did that, the waistband pulled down in front, exposing his hairline.  He tugged it back up and that lifted the pouch up high again.  He pressed it down and the waistband pulled down again.

"The only way you're going to conceal that is to dig a hole in the sand and lie on your stomach," I joked.

He turned over on his stomach. I sat looking at him discreetly as I could. I didn't care if he saw me looking at him but I didn't want others to notice.

A mother with a little boy came by and I saw the boy looking at Conner, tugging away from his mother who had hold of his hand. He was maybe five or six.

"What happened to your leg, mister?"

"Bradley!  That's not nice!  Oh, I'm so sorry," the woman said nervously as she tried to corral the boy away from us.

Conner raised up and turned over. I was secretly glad for this moment and I held my breath, waiting to see how he would react. I was happily surprised.

"No, it's okay, Ma'am. He's curious, that's all," he said as he sat up.  Then he reached out and tenderly put his hand on the little boy's shoulder to urge him closer. "I was in the war, in Iraq, and I stepped on something that exploded and it blew part of my leg off."

"Does it hurt?"

Conner chuckled. "No, not anymore."

"That's why you've got those, so you can walk," the boy said, pointing to the crutches.

"Yes.  But I'm getting a new leg soon, then I won't need the crutches and I can even run."

"It's not going to grow back?"

"No," he said, trying to keep a straight face.  "They're making me a new one that'll be even better than the old one.  I'll be able to walk and run just like you."

The boy took a moment to look Conner over.  His eyes roamed all over his body, like was studying him.

"You sure got big muscles. Can I have big muscles like that when I get big?"

Conner smiled and squeezed the boy's arm. "You've already got pretty big muscles. You keep eating what your mom tells you and play hard and exercise a lot."

The boy nodded, a very serious look on his face. "I'm playing baseball," he said.

"Good. You keep playing sports and don't sit around all day watching TV and playing video games, you'll probably have muscles way bigger than mine." 

The mother tried to usher the boy away but not before he said, "Okay."

"You're so kind," she said to Conner.

"Not at all. You've got a great little boy there."

"Well, thank you so much for your service."

"Were you in the army?" the little boy asked before he would be towed off.

"I'm a Marine.  It's kind of like the Army, only better," Conner said.

Without a word or a hint of prompting the boy came to attention and saluted Conner. Conner snapped a salute back and I saw him start to tear up.  I think the mother saw it to, and seeing that he was suddenly uncomfortable, she walked the boy away.  Several yards down the beach the boy turned around and waved and said "Bye."

Conner was all smiles.  "Cute little kid," he said, fighting the embarrassment of his emotions.  

"Yeah, you probably recruited another Marine."

I can attract my share of attention, but a guy like Conner, people go out of their way.  I don't think it was lost on him that there were an awfully lot of beach goers, male and female alike, who walked past us at close range.  He would not say it, but I think he was enjoying it.  Twice, two females came right up to us.  Once it was two college age women wearing bikini swim suits that struggled to contain their tits. One was blonde, the other had dark brown hair.  I expected something of a come-on from them.  I was wrong. Dead wrong. 

The blonde said, "You're a vet."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Was it worth it?" the other one asked, glancing at his leg.

I cringed inside and felt the anger welling up inside me but I didn't say anything yet.  Conner handled it beautifully.

His simple answer was, "Yes, Ma'am, it was.  In fact, I'm going back as soon as I get my new leg."

It was obvious the girls weren't expecting that answer.  They gave a flippant nod and walked away.  I couldn't take it.  I jumped up and ran after them.

"Hey, bitches!"

They turned around, startled.

"What the fuck was that all about?"

"It's an immoral and illegal war."

"He didn't start the fuckin' war, bitch," I said.  "That's all you could see was a leg missing? You didn't notice the rest of him?  What are you, a couple of lesbians?"

The blonde spat, "Fuck you."

I gave her my best look of contempt and replied over my shoulder,  "Somehow I doubt you would be interested in doing that."  I went back and plopped down on my towel.

"You don't have to come to my defense," Conner said calmly.

"I wasn't defending you. I was venting," I growled angrily.  I looked at my watch.  It was getting late; we would need to head back soon.  I looked over at him.  "Conner……"  Even I heard the odd tone in my voice, and Conner gave me a funny look.

"What?"

"We have to head back soon but I want you to fuck me so bad right now…….."

He chuckled. "I don't think right now would be acceptable, or legal.  We're on a public beach."

"Let's go back to the house."

He started getting to his feet, still laughing.  "Does getting mad make you horny?"

"You make me horny."

We went back to the house.  I didn't offer to help him with the stairs; I didn't even watch over him. I took him inside to my small bedroom where I took his crutches and cupped the front of his swimsuit, almost in the same movement.

"You really horny," he said, laughing.

"Yes, but I want to do this first," I said, as I felt all around the swim suit.  "You are so fuckin' hot in this swim suit," I said, squeezing front and back.  I went to my knees, pressing my face into the satiny bulge. I thought, if I let myself, I could be in love.  I didn't really suck him; I knew he was anxious to fuck me, but I wanted the privilege of unveiling his equipment. I sucked him till he was almost hard then pulled his suit off and stood up.

He fucked my brains out.  He had to cover my face with a pillow to keep me from being heard. He really creamed me. I kidded him afterwards, when I was lying there heaving for breath,  "Geezuss, stud, don't you know you have a disability?"

He laughed and said,  "The way you're breathing, I think you're the one with the disability."

Joe was still at the hospital when we got back so I was able to give him my informal report after I got Conner back to his room.

"How'd it go?"

"If this guy's disabled, I'm the pope," I said.

"Good, huh?  Did you get him laid?"

"I didn't get him laid, I only created the opportunity.  He didn't need my help.  Yes, he got laid, then fucked my brains out again afterwards.  The guy is a machine. Oh, and I got him on the beach, in a swim suit.  A very brief swim suit.  We went swimming."

"No shit!  The docs are going to love hearing this."

"He needs his new leg," I stated flatly.  "He wants to get on the treadmill."

"Man, you really stirred up the testosterone," Joe said, laughing.

"He's got more testosterone in his veins than blood," I said.

"We've got a meeting with Dr. Boering and Dr. Brown in the morning."

"He'll be glad to hear that."

"We….you and me, and Conner," he said

"Me?"

"Yes, Dr. Brown wants to hear your report directly from you. Don't quote me on this, but I think you're racking up brownie points."

"All I want is to see that Marine back to normal," I said.  I didn't realize how bad till I choked up saying it.

"See you in the morning," Joe said.

To be continued...  

Posted: 01/30/15 rp