"Elliott! Watch out! There's a deer in the road!"
"Shit! Trent, we're going to hit it!"
I frantically tried to swerve around the deer, but it had been raining all day and the road was a little slick. Suddenly, there was a horrible lurch and the sound of shattering glass and screeching metal as the car slammed into the deer. The force of the impact, combined with the slippery conditions, forced the car off the road and over the embankment, rolling the car completely over.
I couldn't believe how fast it had all happened. Almost in a dazed state, I began looking around and realized that we were both hanging upside down, held in place by our seatbelts.
"Trent, are you okay?" I asked my boyfriend.
It took him a few seconds to answer, and even then, he was barely audible.
"I… don't… think… so…" he whispered.
The entire situation had started earlier today. It was a rainy day, so I had stayed inside, watching TV, playing games on my computer and tried to read. As you might expect, I was bored as hell. I mean, I can only watch so much TV, and video games are mind numbing after a while. I enjoy a good book as well as the next person, but even that was putting me to sleep. I finally just decided to take a nap, and I ended up sleeping for over an hour.
My parents were also home and they tended to get on my nerves after a while, so I had mostly stayed in my room. I finally texted Trent, my boyfriend, and asked if he wanted to come over. Maybe we could make out for a while in my room. While my parents knew I was gay, and are mostly okay with it, one rule they had was that the door to my room had to remain open at all times whenever Trent was here, which kind of put the brakes on anything we could do. But they aren't always home…
Him and I had been boyfriends since the beginning of school last August, almost a year now. We were both juniors. Actually, I had been hot for him for the last two years, ever since I had figured out that I'm gay. He was a five feet nine inches tall and had a lean but somewhat muscular body, and brown hair. He wasn't as muscular as some of the other guys, but he was perfect for me. He had a nice, smooth, chest which filled out his t-shirts nicely, and he was starting to develop somewhat of a six pac. And most importantly, he had a five-and-a-half-inch cock. I know, because I measured it myself. And, in case you're wondering, and I know you are, mine was just over five inches, slightly shorter than his, but not by much. It was just right for his body, and a nice mouthful.
It wasn't just that he was good looking though, his personality was equally appealing. He was quiet and shy, but once you got him talking, he revealed a warm sense of humor, a genuine compassion and a quick intelligent mind. His shy smile would light up his entire face and his eyes almost seemed to sparkle. I found myself wanting to just stare for hours into his deep blue eyes.
I couldn't help but compare myself to him. I wasn't conceited, but I knew that I was fairly good looking too. But there was quite a few differenced between us. Where Trent had dark hair, I had blond. I had good muscle tone, but it was packed on a lean body and slightly more muscular than his. Even our personalities were different. I was more outgoing, talkative, and fun loving. Most of my friends considered me the life of the party, and I was always joking and laughing. Despite our differences, we shared several similar interests and got along great.
As I waited for him to arrive, I though about how we had become boyfriends last year. We've known each other since kindergarten, and while we were always friendly, we were never what you would call friends. We were in the same class and all that, but we never really hung out together.
I had wondered about him for several weeks. I just had this feeling that he might be gay. Don't ask me how I knew, but something just told me he was probably like me. Maybe it was the way he looked around in the locker room and showers during gym class, or maybe the way he seemed to follow some of the cuter boys with his eyes as they walked past. He tended to turn his head so he could check out their butts. Maybe it just takes one to know one, but I just knew he was like me. Now, I just needed to work up the courage to ask him out and tell him about myself.
As it turned out, he beat me to it. We were walking down the hallway between classes one day and he approached me.
"Elliott, would you like to go to the Hornet's Nest after school?" he asked. "I have something I need to tell you, and something I want to ask you as well."
"Sure, Trent," I said. "You want me to just meet you there, or ride with you?"
"You can ride with me, if you want," he said. "I'll bring you back to pick up your car afterwards."
"Okay," I said. "It's a date."
I deliberately used the word just to see how he would react. He had the goofiest smile on his face as he walked away. Did I mention that he has a cute butt? I admired it as he walked away."
I wondered for the next two hours what he wanted to talk about. I hope it's what I think it is. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. He could just want me to help him with his homework or something. But, like I mentioned earlier, I just have this feeling that it's more than that. I'll see in a couple of hours, I guess.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag by. Why is it when you're looking forward to something, time seems to stop, but when you're having fun, it seems to speed up. I guess that's just one of the mysteries of the universe.
We met up in the hallway at our lockers at three o'clock. His locker is right across from mine. He just grinned when he saw me approach. I quickly opened my locker, grabbed what books I needed for homework tonight, and stuffed them into my backpack, and then we started walking toward the door.
"I'll just throw this in my car," I said, indicating my backpack, "then we'll head out."
He walked with me and I opened the passenger door and tossed my backpack onto the seat. Then, I closed the door and locked it again, then we walked toward his car, which was only about twenty feet away. The parking lot was rapidly clearing out as all the kids who drove were tearing out and headed for home, football practice, or their jobs.
Just then, Jay Neeley, one of the football players, walked by. I immediately turned my head to check out his ass, and I noticed that Trent did as well. We looked at each other and grinned, but I could feel my face turning red, and he was blushing as well.
"Jay has a nice butt, don't you think?" he asked nervously.
"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, Trent. Yes, he has a very nice butt, as do several other guys, including you, I might add."
He smiled at that.
"You think I have a nice butt?" he asked. "Really?"
"Yes, really," I said. "I'd like to… well, let's just say, that given a chance, I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to check it out more thoroughly."
Jesus, I can't believe I said something like that.
"Thank you, Elliott," he said. "I think you have a nice butt as well, and the rest of your body is hot as well. I'd love to, well, I'd love to run my hands all over your smooth chest, stomach, and… lower, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean, Trent," I told him. "And you'll have that opportunity soon."
I could feel myself getting hard, and I looked down and saw that he had a noticeable bulge in his pants as well. Things are looking very promising.
"I'm tempted to say screw the Hornet's Nest and take you straight home," he admitted, "but I think we should talk and get to know each other a little better before we proceed. And, what did you mean when you said, 'I knew it?'"
I grinned before answering him.
"It's just for the last several weeks I've been picking up little hints here and there that you might possibly be gay. The way your eyes tend to rove a little in the locker room and showers, the way you look at other guys butts when you think no one will notice, other little signs here and there. I just had the feeling that you might be."
"I noticed more or less the same from you," he said. "Nothing specific, but just little things. Nothing anyone would probably notice unless they knew what to look for. I guess I was right. I took a chance by asking you out today, and it looks like it might pay off."
"I'm glad you did," I said. "I've thought about asking you a few times, but I always chicken out."
"Let's go," he said, indicating his car. "We'll get some ice cream and talk about what we want to do next. How's that sound?"
"That sounds good," I said. "I know what I want to do, but I also think we need to get to know each other better."
"What's that?" he teased.
I could feel my face turning red again, but I kept going.
"Well, actually," I said, hesitatingly, "I'd like to just drop to my knees, but we can do that some other time. Damn, I can't believe I just said that."
"I was thinking the same thing," he admitted. "And, my parents won't be home until later tonight. Just a thought."
By now my dick was so hard that I knew the slightest touch was likely to set me off. That was the last thing I needed right now.
Trent noticed as well, and grinned.
"I see you're about as horny as I am," he said, pointing to his crotch. "We can skip the ice cream if you want."
"Fuck the ice cream," I practically shouted. "Let's just go to your house!"
So, that's what you did…
I heard the doorbell ring, which woke me up from my daydream about Trent.
"Hi, Trent," I heard mom say as she opened the door.
"Hi, Ms. Sinclair," he said.
"Elliott's back in his room," she said. "Just go on back."
I rolled off my bed and opened the door just as he arrived. We kissed each other and went back inside my room, where we quickly fell onto the bed and began making out.
"I'm bored as hell," I said a few minutes later. "Let's go do something."
"We were doing something," he pointed out.
"I know," I said, "but with mom and dad here, we can't really do what I want to do. It's crappy outside and I'm feeling cooped up."
"We could go see 'Top Gun: Maverick' he said. "That'll get us out of the house and It'll be fun as well."
The movie had just come out last Friday. We had both been dying to see it for over a year, but it kept getting postponed because of COVID. Now, it was finally out and the theater shouldn't be nearly as crowded as it would have been on opening weekend.
I quickly put on my shoes and we went into the living room where mom and dad were watching TV.
"Trent and I are going to see a movie, if that's okay, dad," I said.
"Have fun, dear," mom said. "Don't stay out too late and be careful."
It was still raining as we walked out to my car, but not as hard as it had been earlier. We climbed into the car and I backed out of the driveway and started toward Joplin. We crossed the river and were on our way. They had been replacing several bridges on the highway in the last year or so and had stop lights in place to allow traffic to proceed from one direction at a time. Naturally, I always manage to get stopped at both of them. We finally got through the second light and had picked up speed again when it started raining a little harder. Everything was going along okay until we got through Melrose, and that's when it happened.
I was nearly hysterical as the paramedics quickly wheeled the gurney with Trent into the emergency room. Several doctors were already working on his even as the wheeled him into a room, and I was nearly overwhelmed by the questions being asked by the paramedics, doctors, and nurses. My mind just couldn't focus and I had no idea if my responses were even making sense. The only thought running through my mind was that my boyfriend was hurt, and hurt badly. He had been in so much pain that he had finally just passed out within minutes of the accident. And worse, I couldn't help thinking that it was my fault. I had been the one driving, and now Trent was terribly hurt.
"Elliott, what happened? Are you okay?"
I turned at the familiar voice, but for a moment all I saw was another doctor asking more questions that I couldn't possibly answer. Then, it finally registered on my dazed and confused brain that the doctor standing in front of me wasn't a doctor, but my dad, with my mom standing next to him, tears in her eyes. I started sobbing and she quickly pulled me close into a tight hug. For several minutes, I couldn't speak and my mother continued to hold me, supporting me as the sobbing spasms wracked my body.
Finally, I regained a margin of control, although tears continued to stream down my face.
"Dad, Trent and me were driving and I wrecked the car. I hit a deer and ran off the road, and we must have flipped the car, and Trent is hurt really bad and I heard the paramedics say his leg was shattered and he has deep cuts and he was bleeding so much, and he's got a cut on his head and he could barely breathe or talk, and he passed out…"
Mom began speaking to me, slowly and quietly, trying to calm me down.
"Elliott, slow down," she said. "Here, sit down. Take some deep breaths. The hospital called and told us you were here, but you wouldn't let them check you, and you were acting a little wild. You've got to let them look at you, honey. You might be hurt and not know it. Trent's parents are here, so I'll go check with them and let you know, but you have to let the nurses and doctors look at you. You were in the accident, too. They need to make sure that you are okay and they need to treat your cuts and bruises. While they are doing that, I'll go talk to Mr. and Ms. Palmer. Okay?"
"Mom, I want to go, too," I said. "I've got to see Trent! I'm okay, I just want to know what they are doing to him!"
"Son, I know you do, but we need to make sure you are really okay," dad said. "We'll find out what is happening to your boyfriend while you're getting looked at. Besides, you need to calm down before you go in to see him, and this will give you some time to pull yourself together a little bit. Okay? Just let the nurse look at you and bandage you up."
I slumped back in my chair, weakly nodding my head. The adrenaline rush that had gotten me this far was quickly beginning to fade. I watched mom speak briefly with one of the nurses. I wanted so badly to go into the room where they were treating Trent. The fear of what was happening to him was knotting my stomach, making me feel like I was about to vomit.
After a couple of minutes, one of the nurses came over to me and led me to an exam room. She very gently started to check my injuries, the entire time speaking quietly and calmly, like I was a small child. I barely paid attention to her as she continued the exam, answering her questions, but not sure what I was telling her. For all I knew, we could have been talking about the weather. The nurse finished treating my cuts and bruises, and quietly left me sitting, still not even sure what she had said to me.
I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I was just so keyed up and yet felt totally drained at the same time. Flashes of what happened kept going through my mind.
"Elliott, wake up, son."
I felt someone gently shaking me and I could hear a voice that sounded like my dad's, but it seemed so far away. Couldn't whoever it was tell that I was tired? Why couldn't they just leave me alone? I didn't need to be bothered right now. I had to wait for mom to come tell me what was happening with Trent.
That thought sent a jolt of energy though my body. Trent! Dad was trying to wake me up. He must have news about Trent.
"Dad! What's happening with Trent?" I pleaded. "Can I go see him now? Please, just let me see him."
"Elliott, that's why I'm here," he said. "You've been asleep for a couple of hours and the doctors have been working on Trent during that time. The doctor came out to talk to you a couple of times, but you were out cold. Your mother and me thought it would be better to let you sleep and then wake you once his parents were able to go in and see him."
"I've been sleeping for a couple of hours?" I asked. "Shit! How could I fucking fall asleep at a time like this?"
"Elliott, please watch your language," mom said.
"Sorry, mom," I apologized.
Just them, a doctor walked into the room.
"Hi, Elliott," he said. "I'm Doctor Edwards."
"Hi, Doctor," I said. "How is Trent?"
"Elliott, you've been running on pure adrenaline since the accident," he said. "Being able to get a little sleep was probably the best thing you could have done for yourself. There was absolutely nothing you could have done during the time you were sleeping, and you wouldn't have been able to go in and see Trent until now anyway. Don't beat yourself up over something like that."
I could feel my face turning red with anger as I started to argue.
"Elliott, calm down," dad told me. "Yelling at me or pounding the walls won't change anything. Really, it's better this way. He didn't need you in there with you all worked up the way you were. Now, you can go in there calmly and lend him some of your strength. He hasn't been hurt that badly, but he's going to need some help from you for a while."
I hung my head and looked at the floor for a couple of seconds. Dad was right, and I knew it. I was just so scared about what was happening to Trent that I wasn't able to think clearly. I desperately felt like I should be doing something to help him, and I just couldn't believe that I'd fallen asleep.
"I'm sorry, Doctor," I said. "Can I go see him now? I'll try to be calm."
"Before we go in, I want to prepare you for what you're going to be seeing," Doctor Edwards said. "Trent's injuries all looked a lot worse than what they really were. Not that he wasn't banged up pretty bad, but it's not as serious as it looks. First of all, he didn't shatter his leg. He did manage to break it in two places, but they were both fairly clean breaks. The bleeding from the cut on his head looked pretty bad, but scalp wounds almost always bleed real heavily. The cut was actually pretty shallow, although he will probably have a hell of a headache for a couple of days, and he managed to get two black eyes. There were some pretty deep cuts on his right arm, shoulder and side from where the door window shattered, but nothing too serious. We only needed to stitch a couple of the cuts. I'm really surprised there weren't any cuts on his face from all the glass that must have been flying around."
"He had his head turned away, talking to me right before we hit," I said. "He was practically facing me."
"Well, that was probably a good thing since it spared his face any lacerations," the doctor said. "He also has some friction burns across his chest, probably from where the shoulder strap pulled him back into his seat. There's also a lot of bruising. He may have also cracked a couple of ribs, but the x-rays show that he definitely didn't break any. If they are cracked, they are just hairline and should just heal themselves without any treatment from us. I really think the ribs are probably just bruised badly. They are still going to hurt, and helped to contribute to why he couldn't breathe very well after the accident."
"The most serious injury besides his broken leg was to his groin," Doctor Edwards continued. "It appears that when you hit the deer, the door mirror on his side broke off and was slammed through the window. It looks like it hit him with a lot of force in his lower abdomen and groin. The impact was pretty severe and caused a lot of trauma to his groin… including his testicles. He had some pretty deep cuts in his lower abdomen, along with a nasty gash to his scrotum. That was the main reason he passed out on you, Elliott. The pain from that probably hurt worse than the rest of it combined. It still looks pretty bad, and I'm sure it's going to hurt like hell for a while, but a couple of stitches was really all it took. He is still a little swollen in the area, and we will need to continue to check him to make sure the swelling goes away completely, but her should be fine. There shouldn't be any permanent injury in the area."
I could feel the blood rushing from my face as the doctor described my boyfriend's injuries. He had said that none of the injuries were that bad, and I knew he would have no reason to lie to me, but all those things seemed pretty horrible to me. When he had started to explain the final groin injury, I thought I was going to vomit. I couldn't imagine what kind of pain that must have felt like. Doctor Edwards noticed my reaction.
"Elliott, really, Trent is going to be okay. We've got him on a lot of pain medication so he's probably not feeling too much of anything at the moment. In fact, unless someone is talking to him and keeping his attention, he keeps falling asleep. He's asked about you a couple of dozen times though. Are you ready to go see him, or do you want to wait a few minutes? You look like you're about to be sick. Do you want a drink of water?"
I couldn't believe that I was feeling sick, and only nodded my head yes to the offer of a drink. My hands were visibly shaking as I took the offered cup and took a few sips. I gave my mom a weak little smile.
"Just give me a second or two to get my stomach back under control," I said. "I'm guessing that puking on Trent when I see him probably wouldn't be really good for him."
They couldn't help chuckling a little at my attempt at humor. Mom and dad knew how close I am to Trent, and Doctor Edwards has probably figured it out by now.
"Okay, Doctor," I finally said. "I think I'm ready."
"We'll wait out here for you, honey," mom said.
"Just take all the time you need, son," said dad. "We've got all night."
Doctor Edwards led me toward Trent's room.
"Just keep reminding yourself that it looks a lot worse than it really is. And really, now that we have him cleaned up it doesn't look that bad," the doctor said. "One last thing. I already told you he was on a lot of pain medication. Well, with the dosage we have him on he's having a lot of trouble focusing. He's pretty confused and having a lot of trouble following conversations. His attention keeps wondering and he keeps forgetting where he is or that he was even in an accident. It's just a side effect, so don't let it worry you."
I nodded, still not really trusting myself to speak, and followed the doctor into the room where Trent was laying. Both of his parents were standing next to the bed, and his mother was softly crying. She quickly ran over and hugged me.
"Are you okay, Elliott?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Ms. Palmer," I said. "How's Trent doing?"
"Doctor Edwards says he'll have to be here for a couple of days," said Mr. Palmer. "And, he'll probably be laid up at home for several days, but he should completely recover in a couple of weeks, except for the broken leg, that is."
"I'm so sorry," I said. "This was all my fault."
"How was it your fault, Elliott?" Ms. Palmer asked.
"I was the one driving when we hit the deer," I explained.
"That could have happened to any of us," Mr. Palmer said. "It's not your fault. I don't want you to feel guilty about this."
"I'll try not to," I said.
"We'll go out to the waiting room," Ms. Palmer said. "You can spend some time with Trent alone. He'll like that. He keeps asking about you."
"Thank you," I said, smiling.
They turned and walked out the door.
I looked over at Trent, who was asleep now. I had to admit the doctor was right. He didn't look nearly as bad as I had feared. I had half expected to see him in a huge full body cast, with tubes and wiring hanging off him everywhere the eye could see. Instead, he was only attached to a blood pressure monitor, and the only cast was the one on his lower leg. The blanket covering him had been pulled down to his waist, exposing his chest, and while there were a lot of bruises and cuts, it wasn't anywhere close to what I had pictured in my mind.
He tossed a little in his sleep and the blanket slipped down from his waist, exposing most of his groin. My eyes were immediately drawn to the area and I couldn't help laughing. Him and I like to keep ourselves trimmed down there, but he was completely shaved. It actually looked pretty hot, except for the bruising around the area. That looked like it was going to be painful as hell when he woke up.
"Oh man! He's going to freak when he realizes you guys shaved him there!"
Doctor Edwards smiled, and even chuckled a little as he pulled the covers back over Trent.
"We needed to do an ultrasound and we had to see how badly he was cut," he explained. "The hair was just in the way and could have led to infections. We really didn't have much of a choice, although I noticed that he kept it trimmed pretty close anyway, so there wasn't much left to shave. Try not to laugh too much at him, Elliott. Just remember, it could just as easily have been you."
I was still laughing.
"Maybe you better let me try to explain that to him," I said. Or, you can keep him drugged long enough for it to grow back. Trent has got to be one of the most self-conscious guys I know. When he sees this, he's going to be squirming."
Just then, Trent turned his head towards me and opened his eyes, blinking them a few ties to clear the sleep from his brain.
"Elliott?" he asked. "What's going on? Where are we?"
His voice was really thick, and he slurred his words so bad that I could barely understand him. The look in his eyes was one of utter confusion and he kept turning his head, trying to figure out where he was, but always his eyes came back to rest on me after only a few seconds.
"We're in the hospital, Trent," I explained. "We hit a deer and I wrecked the car. Don't you remember?"
He just stared at me for a few seconds, frowning, trying to concentrate.
"We were in an accident?" he asked. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
I smiled a little at my boyfriend.
"I'm fine, you big dummy," I said. "You're the one who got hurt. You broke your leg."
He looked down at his leg, still dazed and confused, and it was pretty obvious that he didn't understand what I was saying.
"Oh… where are we?" he asked again. "Can we go home now?"
"We're in the hospital," I repeated. "We'll go home in just a little bit. Just a while longer, okay?"
"Okay," he said. He looked at the blood pressure cuff around his arm and just stared at if for a couple of seconds. "What's that? Why's that on me, Elliott?"
I was starting to get concerned and I looked at the doctor for some guidance. Sure, he had said that Trent was going to be drugged and out of it, but I wasn't expecting this. He couldn't even seem to remember the start of a sentence by the time he got to the end of it.
Doctor Edwards nodded to me, trying to rescue me.
"That's just a blood pressure monitor, Trent," he said. "We put one on all our patients. It's nothing to be concerned about."
As soon as the doctor spoke, Trent swung his face around to see who was talking, obviously only just then realizing someone else was in the room. After a couple of seconds of blinking rapidly to try and focus on the new speaker, he finally got the new figure in focus.
"What?" he asked. "Who are you? Where am I? Where did Elliott go?"
Doctor Edwards walked around the bed so that he would be on the same side as me, so Trent would be able to see both of us at the same time.
"Elliott is right here, Trent," he said. "I'm Doctor Edwards. Everything is going to be just fine." He turned to me. "Elliott, just keep talking to him while he is awake. Remember, this is just the medication and he is really confused right now. Just keep talking. He'll focus on your voice. If he asks any questions, just answer them and then go right back to talking."
"Okay, Doctor," I said. "Man! I didn't realize he'd be this out of it. How long is he going to have to stay here? Will he have to stay overnight?"
"Yes," the doctor said. "We'll keep him overnight and I'll check on him again tomorrow morning. If everything is okay, he should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just keep talking and don't worry if he falls asleep."
Trent had been watching the two of us speak, frowning as he tried to concentrate on what was being said. It was obvious he had been trying to understand what was going on, and just as obvious that he didn't.
"Elliott? Can we go home now?"
"Tomorrow morning, Trent," I told him. "The doctor will be back to check on you and then you can get some sleep. I'll stay here with you, and you can go home tomorrow."
A few minutes later, his parents came back into the room to check on their son.
"Hey, Elliott," Mr. Palmer said. "I see he finally fell back asleep."
"Yeah," I said. "He drifted off after about fifteen minutes or so, while we were talking about Jason. I always knew stories about his brother would come in handy someday. I just didn't think it would actually bore someone to sleep."
They both smiled at me.
"I'll let him know he were useful," Ms. Palmer said. "I'm sure he will be gratified. Actually, I'm surprised he stayed awake as long as he did."
"Doctor Edwards told us he should sleep through the night," Mr. Palmer said. "I think we're going to go home, Elliott. There's nothing more we can do tonight, and we need to be back tomorrow morning to take him home."
"You should probably go as well, Elliott," Ms. Palmer said. "We've been talking to your parents and they're worried about you. You need to go out and see them. Trent will be fine overnight. You can ride back over tomorrow morning with us if you want."
I looked at both of them and tried to smile. I didn't want to leave Trent alone, but they were right. There was nothing I could do by staying here in the hospital. Trent was pretty banged up, but at least he was going to be okay. That was the most important thing.
"You're probably right," I admitted. "I don't want to leave him here alone, but like the doctor said, he'll probably sleep the rest of the night anyway. And I am a little tired and the few cuts and bruises I got are starting to hurt a little."
"Are you going to be okay?" Ms. Palmer asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said. "The doctor cleared me earlier. I just need to go home and get some sleep myself."
"We'll call you tomorrow morning when we get ready to come pick Trent up," Mr. Palmer said.
Ms. Palmer hugged me again as I turned to walk out of the room. I found mom and dad in the waiting room down the hallway. Mom immediately got up and hugged me as well.
Trent's parents walked out a few minutes later and came over and started talking, explaining to mom and dad what was going on. Finally, dad suggested we all go out somewhere to grab a bite to eat. We ended up going to Maria's , a Mexican restaurant just down the road from the hospital. We spent over an hour eating and talking, before we finally headed for home. By now it was almost dark and dad wanted to get home. I did as well, so I could go to bed and be ready for tomorrow morning when I would return with Mr. and Ms. Palmer to pick up their son and my boyfriend.
My whole body seemed like it was hurting as I crawled into bed. I tossed and turned the whole night, not getting more than a couple of hours sleep, or so it seemed anyway.
I woke up the next morning, ate a big breakfast that my mom fixed for me, and waited patiently for Ms. Palmer to call and let me know they were on their way to pick me up.
She finally called about nine o'clock and said they would be at my house in about ten minutes. I quickly put my shoes on, and went outside to wait on the front porch. Sure enough, they pulled up a few minutes later.
We arrived at the hospital about an hour later and went straight to Trent's room. He was still sleeping when we walked in, and none of us wanted to wake him up. A few minutes later, Doctor Edwards walked in.
"Well, he slept through the night," the doctor said. "I'll just do a quick check and he should be ready to leave shortly. I asked one of the nurses to get me some pain pills from the pharmacy. Trent is going to need to take them for a few days. I'll check back with you in a few minutes."
The doctor came back about twenty minutes later, handed Ms. Palmer a bottle of pain pills and said, "everything looks good. You just need to go to the nurse's station to sign a few papers and we'll send him home. He then turned to me and continued. "While they're doing that, Elliott, you can get him dressed. Do you need me to send in a nurse to give you a hand?"
"Sure, Doctor," I said. "Where are his clothes?"
"They're pretty torn up," the doctor said. "We had to cut him out of a lot of them and they were pretty blood soaked anyway. His parents should have brought him some more clothes from home."
"They're right here, Elliott," Mr. Palmer said. "We just brought him some sweat pants. They'll be easier to put on him that way."
I followed Doctor Edwards into Trent's room, where we walked over to the bed.
"Okay, Trent," he said. "It's time to wake up. Elliott's here to help get you dressed, so he can take you home."
Trent slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on me as I gently shook him. I was struck again by just how blue my boyfriend's eyes were. How could a guy have such gorgeous eyes?
He slowly came awake, but it was obvious he was still confused and had no idea what was going on around him.
"Elliott, can I go home now?" he asked. "Please."
His voice was so quiet it was nearly inaudible. And he sounded so lost, tired and confused it was heart wrenching. I was close to crying myself at the sound of my boyfriend's little boy voice.
"We're going home here in a few minutes, Trent," I told him. "We've just got to get you dressed so we can go. Just hang on a little bit longer and I'll get you home."
He seemed to take comfort from hearing my voice. He just weakly nodded his head and allowed himself to be dressed without comment or struggle. It was sure a lot easier to undress him when we made love than to get him dressed, especially with this heavy cast on his right leg, and his mind being so out of focus, but somehow, I managed. The entire time, he just stared straight into my eyes with a look of abiding and overwhelming trust.
"As you can see, he's still a little out of it," the doctor said. "He'll probably be that way off and on for the rest of the day, but he should be fine later tonight." I want to do a final check, but then he should be ready to go home. And, Elliott, I need to talk to the two of you."
By now Trent was wide awake, even if he wasn't totally aware of what was going on around him. He was at least somewhat alert so Doctor Edwards continued after Mr. and Ms. Palmer had left the room."
"How you doing this morning, Trent?" he asked. "I just want to do one final check on your injuries before you go home. Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Uh, I guess not," Trent said. "I generally feel okay, maybe a little tender in a few places, but nothing really bad."
I knew he was probably feeling a little awkward and was trying to put on a brave front. The situation was embarrassing, but I knew he'd get over it. The most important thing is that he'd live, even if he was going to be in pain for several days.
Doctor Edwards proceeded to pull out his stethoscope to check Trent's heart rate and pulse.
"His heart seems to be beating a little fast, but that's probably to be expected, all things considered," the doctor said. "It looks like you're going to keep those shiners for a week or so. These cuts seem to be doing pretty good. some of the bruises are already fading a little. That's good."
He looked at the two of us, smiled, and continued.
"Your lungs sound good, no trouble breathing?" he asked. "No pain in your chest when you take a deep breath?"
"No sir," Trent answered.
"Everything looks good so far," the doctor said. "Do you mind if I pull back the covers? I should really check to see how those cuts in your groin are doing and see if there's still swelling."
Trent started getting red and started stammering.
"Uh… could we uh… maybe uh… wait on that? I feel fine really."
I looked quickly at him and started laughing as I realized why he wanted to wait.
"Doctor, I think he might have a different swelling in that general area right now," I said.
Trent shot a quick glare at me and blushed even more.
Doctor Edwards' eyes were really twinkling now, and he had a grin on his face.
"It's okay, Trent," he said. "I've seen that particular reaction before. Actually, it's kind of advantageous. I'll be able to check to make sure everything is working okay. That was a pretty nasty trauma you had. I really should examine you."
I could see that Trent was more than a little reluctant, but he nodded his head yes, anyway. I knew he was being silly, maybe even a little juvenile, but I also knew how I would probably feel if it was me, being out on display like that. It didn't matter that Doctor Edwards had seen it all before, he hadn't seen Trent's. well, I guess he had when he had treated him yesterday, but he didn't have a boner the last time. I knew it had to be more than a little humiliating for him.
As the doctor pulled back the covers, I couldn't help but steal a little peak. I tried to make it casual, but I wasn't really fooling anyone and I knew it. Trent was still very hard. The total lack of hair was actually kind of kinky now that I got to take a nice, long, good look. As I mentioned earlier, Trent is about five and a half inches long, with a decent thickness, but the total lack of hair around the area made it appear bigger. His balls appeared to be bigger as well, nearly glistening since they too had been bereft of hair. He was obviously fairly aroused, and his dick pulsed in time with his heartbeat. I was almost mesmerized, and I seriously considered asking Doctor Edwards to leave.
The doctor reached out to examine Trent's testicles and at his touch, Trent visibly flinched.
"I'm sorry, Trent," he said. "Did that hurt?"
Trent grinned a little sheepishly.
"No," he said. "Your hands are just cold."
I couldn't help but laugh again at my boyfriend, and even Doctor Edwards chuckled a little.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," he said.
He quickly finished his examination and covered Trent back up, much to his relief, I'm sure.
"Everything looks like it's healing well," the doctor said. "It doesn't appear there was any permanent damage done, but I still want to check you out periodically just to make sure. I'll try to make sure my hands are warmer next time."
"Thank god," both Trent and I said at the same time.
Doctor Edwards looked at both of us, and continued.
"I need to talk to you seriously for a minute, guys," he said. "I know that you two are boyfriends, which is why I allowed Elliott to stay in the room. I know you both are probably eager to get back to playing with each other, but you should probably try and wait a few days. Everything appears to be working, Trent, but I wasn't kidding when I said that it was a pretty nasty trauma to your groin. As much as you both may want to, you should give the area time to heal and recover. And even after you start, you should definitely go slow and easy. No acrobatics."
"Doctor!" I said.
"Elliott, I'm serious," he said. "You guys are practically men now. You want to be treated like a man, so you should be able to handle an adult conversation. Take it nice and easy. Go slow. And, at least at the beginning, Trent should be fairly passive. And if something hurts, stop immediately and get ahold of me and let me know what happened. And Elliott, you better damn well stop if Trent tells you to. You could very easily hurt him until he completely heals. Alright?"
Both Trent and I just nodded our heads, a little cowed by the conversation. Doctor Edwards looked us both in the eye for a couple of seconds to make sure we understood, and then he smiled at us.
"Okay," he said. "I'm going to go sign the release papers and then you'll be ready to go home. And remember what I said. I didn't say anything to your parents, Trent. This is just between us."
He briefly rubbed both our heads, messing up my hair and then left the room. Trent and I looked at each other, smiling wryly.
"It's going to be a long few days," I sighed.
I helped him to get dressed and we sat and waited to leave.
After about ten minutes, a nurse came into the room, pushing a wheelchair in front of her.
"I brought a wheelchair to take Trent out to your car," she said to me. "Why don't you go have his father go pull it around to the door? Then, we'll get him into the chair and meet him down there. No need to try and get him across that wet parking lot if we don't have to."
I quickly walked out to the nurse's station where his parents were just finishing up all the paperwork.
"He's all ready to go," I said to them. "The nurse just needs one of you to bring the car to the door while she pushes him out in a wheelchair."
"I'll go get the car, dear," Mr. Palmer said to his wife.
"I'll wait out here for them to bring him out," Ms. Palmer said.
I went back into the room to help the nurse maneuver Trent into the wheelchair. She pushed him out of the room where his mother was waiting. We slowly walked down the hallway toward the elevators, taking it nice and easy to give his dad time to bring the car around. The nurse pushed him in the wheelchair while his mother and I walked alongside, me with my hand on his shoulder, letting him know I was right there with him. Trent's eyes never left my face the entire way.
"Doctor Edwards has got to be the best doctor in this hospital, Elliott," she said. "Everybody has always been kind of surprised he never moved on to a bigger hospital, but we're all glad he never has. Don't worry about your son, Ms. Palmer. He's going to be just fine, and he's got the best care in the world under Doctor Edwards."
We reached the door less than five minutes later, just as Mr. Palmer pulled around and got out.
"Here's his dad now," the nurse said. "I think we probably ought to put him in the back seat and you with him, Elliott, so he'll stay calm. He's still a little confused and it might scare him if he can't see you."
The three of us quickly transferred Trent into the car and his dad started the drive home. Within only a few seconds, Trent slumped against me and rested his head against my shoulder, drifting into a doze. Without even thinking about it, I put my arm around him and hugged him close, the only thought going through my mind was that my boyfriend was safe and going home.
It took almost an hour to drive us all home and pull into the garage. Even as I was getting out of the car, the door into the house from the garage opened, and Trent's brother Jason stepped out to help. By now, Trent was almost completely back to normal as the sedative gradually wore off.
"Jason's here," he said. "Dad, why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, sorry, son," his dad said. "I guess I completely forgot. I called him when we left Joplin to let him know we were on our way."
Jason had already managed to get his brother about half way out of the car and was slinging his arm over his shoulder to help support him on the way in.
"Hey, little brother," he said. "Nice to see your ugly face again." Then he looked over at me. "Hi, Elliott. Think you can give me a hand with your boyfriend here? I shouldn't have to do all the work around here."
He grinned cockily at both of us.
I was thrilled to see Jason again and grinned back at him even as I punched him in the arm.
"Nice to see you too, Jason," I said.
I quickly took up the position on Trent's other side to help support him. Together, the two of us manhandled, half carried the very sleepy and still somewhat confused Trent into the house.
Jason looked over at me.
"Why don't we go ahead and take him back to his room and lay him down? It looks like he could really use some rest."
His dad looked kind of thoughtful for a moment.
"Elliott, I don't think putting Trent in his room alone would be a good idea," he said. "Until this sedative completely wears off, he has no idea where he is right now, or what's going on, and if he wakes up in the middle of the night he's not going to remember where he is. As confused as he is right now, it would probably terrify him not knowing what was going on." He looked over at his wife. "I never thought I'd be saying this, but would you mind sharing a bed with him tonight? I know you do anyway when we're not around. It would probably be best if you were right there with him."
"No, I don't mind," I said quickly, probably a little too quickly. "His bed's big enough for both of us."
I looked over at his parents, and I could feel my face turning red. I guess both Trent and I always knew that our parents knew we had sex with they weren't around, but it was just something we never talked about. Still, I was a little nervous at what Mr. Palmer was suggesting. I knew that he was just looking out for his son when he made the suggestion. And really, it would be better if I was there if Trent woke up.
Trent was looking around, trying to figure out where he was. His eyes were staying closed longer and longer between blinks and it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to be able to stay awake much longer.
"Elliott, where are we?" he asked. "Can we go home now?"
"You are home, Trent," I said to him. "You're in your room. We're going to put you to bed right now."
"But, I need to go pee," he said.
Jason busted out laughing and even me and his dad were smiling. Trent was just so matter of fact with that statement that it was pretty funny, more so because he was so serious. I tried not to laugh as I led him into the bathroom.
"Okay, we'll take care of that first, then we'll put you to bed," I said.
I led him to the toilet and stood behind him to hold him steady since he was swaying so much he would probably have fallen without support. He fumbled for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out how to untie the sweatpants he was wearing, but he just couldn't manage it and was becoming more agitated by the second.
"Here, Trent, let me help with that," I said.
I had seen him naked more times than I could count, and we had even watched each other when we pissed, but somehow this was different. Under normal circumstances I would have loved to hold his dick while he pissed, but this wasn't some kinky sex fantasy. Trent really needed my help here. I quickly untied the sweats and pulled the front down, exposing his dick so he could relieve himself.
Suddenly, I felt warm fluid splashing against my hands and soaking the front of his pants. I quickly realized that I had allowed the front of his pants to come part way back up. He had closed his eyes and was also unaware of what was happening.
"Shit!" I said. "I'm sorry, Trent. I should have been paying more attention."
I was furious with myself. Couldn't I even control myself long enough for my boyfriend to take a piss?
He quickly finished up and I led him back into his bedroom, supporting him the entire way, acting as kind of a crutch so he could limp along. His eyes were closed the entire time and he was more asleep than awake now. His dad and brother were still in the bedroom, waiting to help me put him to bed.
Jason was frowning, looking at the sodden front of Trent's clothes.
"What happened to him?" he asked. "How did he get all wet?"
I turned a little red.
"We had a little trouble keeping everything in place, and his pants started slipping back up before he was done. He was half asleep and didn't realize it. I still don't think he realizes what happened. Just that he's wet."
They both laughed a little at that.
"Why didn't you call us for help?" Mr. Palmer asked. "Oh, well. Let's get him out of those wet clothes and I'll throw them in the laundry."
I had to laugh.
"Oh, man!" I said. "He's going to be more freaked out that we stripped him and put him to bed naked than he's going to be about the accident. I'm glad he doesn't know what's going on right now. Maybe I should do this by myself." I knew I was blushing again. "I've had plenty of practice stripping him and he won't mind. I don't want to embarrass him or you two any more than necessary."
"That might be a good idea, Elliott," Mr. Palmer said. "I don't imagine he would be thrilled if I saw him naked. No teenage boy wants his father to see him like that."
"Or his older brother," said Jason.
The two of them left the room and I quickly got Trent undressed and helped him into bed. I stood there admiring his naked body for several seconds before finally pulling the covers up, snuggling him under the comforter. He sleepily opened his eyes and stared right into mine.
"Can I go to sleep now, Elliott?" he asked. "You'll be right here, won't you?"
I smiled at him, trying to reassure him anyway I could.
"You can go to sleep now, Trent," I said. "I'll stay here by your side in case you need me. Don't worry, I'll be right here."
He continued to stare into my eyes for a few seconds and a sleepy smile covered his face. Then he slowly closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.
"Thanks, Elliott," he said. "I love you."
"I love you too, Trent," I answered back. "Now, you go to sleep and I'll be right here if you need me."
I couldn't stop the tears flowing from my eyes and I couldn't speak. I was so emotional. Jason must have heard because he came around behind me, folded his arms around me in a great bear hug and I started sobbing even harder. After a couple of minutes, I finally got myself back under control, although tears were still running down my cheeks.
"Thanks, Jason," I said. "I really do love him you know."
"I know you do, Elliott," he said. "He loves you as well. He's told me several times how much he loves you. Thank you for being her for him."
"I'm just so scared," I admitted. "I know he's going to be okay, but just seeing him like that is hard. I know it's even harder for you guys."
"It is hard," Mr. Palmer said, "but the doctor said he should be fully awake by tomorrow and able to understand what's going on. Me and Ms. Palmer still appreciate you staying with him."
"I'm happy to do it," I said.
He walked over, hugged both me and Jason, and left the room.
"Let's let him sleep," Jason said. "If you're not tired, I could use the company. I haven't had a chance to talk with you for a while now that I'm always at college."
"I've missed you too, Jason," I said. "Even if you do get on my nerves occasionally."
Even as we were talking, I had been staring at Trent. Without even realizing I was doing it, I reached out one hand and tenderly brushed the hair out of my boyfriend's sleeping eyes, then let my hand run down to his shoulder and started gently rubbing it comfortingly.
Jason watched me for a few minutes, smiling the entire time.
"You've got it bad, Elliott," he said.
I quickly looked up, figuring he was teasing me and quickly trying to think up an insult. But when I looked at him, I saw he wasn't teasing, me as we had done to each other in the past, but was instead looking at me with compassion and understanding. The insult dying on my lips, I could only smile back at him.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
I lay next to Trent, watching him sleep. I reached over and stroked his hair, brushing it out of his eyes once again. Then, I allowed my hand to brush across his face, feeling the stubble growing there. My hand continued across his chin and neck and came to rest on his chest. My touch, practically a caress, was so that it didn't even disturb his slumber.
I was alone with him now; Jason having gone to bed some time ago. We had talked for a couple of hours until we were called into the dining room to eat supper. Trent was still out cold when I returned an hour later, by myself. I had quickly undressed and crawled into bed next to him, watching the rise and fall of his chest steady with the deep rhythm of sleep. I fell asleep shortly afterward.
Slowly, almost unnoticed, the room started to lighten as the sun started to brighten a new day. Trent tossed a little in his sleep and then snuggled right into my chest, a little contented smile crossing his sleeping face. His intimate closeness only served to set off a whole new flood of emotions in my mind. I longed to hold him even closer, to feel his body, to explore every part of him, to make love with him, but I knew I couldn't, at least not for several more days.
I continued to hold him for several minutes, and then he started to stir as he began the slow climb to consciousness. He rolled slightly away from me, tossing a little as his mind and body began to awaken.
He continued to toss a little and then his eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as he slowly regained consciousness. His eyes, although a little sleepy, stared calmly into mine. I smiled at him, thinking once again how distracting those blue eyes really were.
"Hey, you awake yet?" I asked.
He smiled a little and tried to smile at me.
"Sort of," he said. "Where are we? What's going on?"
"You're in your room, Trent," I said. "I spent the night with you. We were in an accident. Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"Not really," he said. "I'm not really thinking too clearly. It feels like I'm all in a fog. I sort of remember being out on the road and seeing a deer in front of us. The next thing I remember is being upside down and you asking if I was okay. I remember feeling like someone had kicked me hard and repeatedly in the family jewels and feeling like I was going to throw up."
"I've got some pictures in my mind, little scenes of people talking to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying" he continued. "I was really scared because no one would tell me where you were. Did you get hurt? Are you okay, Elliott?"
"I'm fine I assured him. "I just had a few cuts and bruises. You got banged up pretty bad though. You really had me scared there."
"Don't apologize," I told him. "I should be apologizing to you. I was the one driving and you're the one that got hurt. That's pretty messed up."
"I don't feel banged up," he said. "Maybe a little sore and stiff in a few places. How bad am I?"
"You're on enough pain medication that I doubt if you'd notice someone taking a sledge hammer to you right now."
"That must be why I can't think clearly right now," he said. "So, how banged up am i?"
"Well, you hit your head and cut your forehead, you've got a couple of blackeyes by the way," I said. "You've got several cuts on your arm and shoulder where the window broke. You've got a lot of bruises across your chest from the shoulder strap on the seat belt, and you might have cracked a few ribs, but the doctor doesn't think so."
"You also got hit in the groin by the door mirror when it broke off," I continued. "That's why you felt like someone had kicked you in the nuts. You weren't kicked, but you might as well have been. You've got some cuts from that too. You also managed to break your leg in two places. You've got a cast on your right leg, so you're not going to be entering any marathons for a while."
"I wondered why my leg felt so heavy," he said. "I've never had a broken bone before. Are you going to sign my cast? Do I have the kind of cast people can sign?" He lifted the blankets to take a look at the cast and just as quickly dropped them, his face flaming. "Hey! I'm naked! And, what happened to my… uh… well… un…"
I busted out laughing at his embarrassment.
"I told your dad and Jason you'd be more upset over being naked and shaved than about the accident."
He turned even more crimson, the blush spreading into his ears and even down across his chest.
"My dad and brother saw me naked? Oh shit! Where are my clothes?"
"Chill out, Trent," I said. "It's nothing they haven't seen before. They've got the same equipment as you. But they didn't see anything. I undressed you myself. I've had plenty of practice you know, and was glad to do it."
"Okay, I'm being stupid," he admitted. "But, it's still pretty embarrassing, even if they didn't see anything. So, why am I naked?"
I was still laughing a little at my boyfriend's reaction.
"Well, your clothes were pretty much trashed from the accident," I said. "They were kind of bloody from all the cuts and they also had to cut you out of them once you got to the hospital. I'm afraid there wasn't much left of them."
"Well, you didn't just bring me home naked, did you?" he asked.
"No, we put you in some sweat pants to get you home," I said. "We didn't parade your bare butt in front of anybody or anything. As cute as I think your butt is, somehow, I don't imagine others would care to see it."
"Thanks," he said. "So, why couldn't I have slept in the sweats?"
It was not my turn to blush a little.
"Uh… well, you had a little accident when we got you home," I said. "You needed to go to the bathroom, and you kind of pissed yourself."
"Oh god!" he said. "I pissed myself? Shit!"
"Well, it wasn't exactly your fault," I said. I was really embarrassed now. "Look, when I took you into the bathroom, you were having a lot of problems getting your pants untied. I had to step in and help you. Well, after I got your pants pulled down in front so you could pee, I turned away to give you a little privacy and your pants slipped back up. You didn't know what was happening, so it wasn't your fault."
"Why didn't you just hold it for me?" he asked. "You've touched my dick so many times I can't even count."
"Honestly, it just never occurred to me," I said.
He was staring thoughtfully into my eyes as I explained what happened.
"I think I kind of remember that," he said. "A little anyway. You put me to bed after that, didn't you?"
"Yeah," I said. "You were so out of it; you didn't even struggle when I undressed you. I don't think you were even awake at that point."
He was quiet for a couple of moments with a thoughtful, almost concerned expression on his face.
"Did I say anything when you put me to bed?" he asked. "I kind of remember talking a little bit, but not really what I said."
"Oh, you just asked if you could go to sleep," I said. "You were so tired it was pretty much all you could think of right then. You also wanted to know if I was going to stay there with you. Oh, and you told me that you loved me, and I told you I loved you as well."
"I do love you, Elliott," he said. "More than ever now that all this has happened."
"I love you too, Trent," I told him.
I reached over and gently covered his lips with my own. I couldn't help myself. I continued to softly kiss him, moving from his lips, to his cheeks, to his crying eyes, and finally back to his lips again. The entire time I was stroking his hair with one hand and gently rubbing his chest and shoulders with the other.
Gently, and ever so slowly, I pressed my lips against his, my touch almost feather soft. Gently and with infinite patience, I explored his mouth with my tongue, even as my hand continued to stroke his hair and chest with a touch as light as a snowflake. I began to lightly kiss, nip and nibble my way across his face and neck, tasting every inch my lips could reach, even as my hand continued to explore the muscles in his chest, arms, and stomach, my touch gentle, caressing and inflaming him to even greater levels of desire.
His breathing was becoming ragged as I continued my loving exploration of his body. Every touch was sending electric like currents tingling through my body. My mouth, lips, and tongue were working some kind of sweet magic on him and seemed to be everywhere at once. I couldn't believe how intensely pleasurable just a simple touch could be. Involuntarily, he began to moan very lightly. I was amazed that he was rock hard and with what had to be the making of a monumental orgasm, and I hadn't even come close to touching his dick. The truth is, I was scared to touch him down there after everything the doctor had told us yesterday, but he seemed to be recovering nicely, even though it still looked all black and blue from the bruising. I wanted to please him, but I also didn't want to hurt him anymore.
And then, without warning, there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed immediately by Trent's father walking into the room.
"Good morning, guys," he said. "I thought I'd check to see… oh, shit! I'm sorry, guys. Shit! I'll come back in… uh… a little… oh, I'll just be back later!"
He beat a hasty retreat towards the door, exiting and closing the door very quickly.
Trent was mortified.
I looked at him for a couple of seconds, and then collapsed, laughing helplessly. I continued laughing for several moments and then looked back at him.
"Well, I guess there's no use trying to hide what we were doing," he said. "Dad, come back in."
After a couple of seconds, the door reopened and Mr. Palmer stuck his head back in.
"Sorry guys," he said. "I guess I wasn't thinking. I guess it should have been obvious what you might be doing this morning. I thought I heard you stirring and I thought I'd check on you." He walked the rest of the way in, smiling, his eyes twinkling. "I'm guessing you feel pretty good."
I smiled at him.
"He feels pretty good to me, Mr. Palmer," I said.
I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I could feel the blush flaming across my face and even my ears felt hot. I glanced over at Trent. He was even redder than I was, if that's possible. I wished fervently that I could sink right through the mattress and maybe right on into the ground for a couple of thousand feet. Then, to make matters worse, Jason came stumbling into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning.
"Hey," he said. "You guys up yet?"
I was starting to laugh pretty hard again as I watched Trent trying to cringe into and through the bed.
"Well, Trent is," I said, laughing so hard that tears were beginning to roll down my cheeks.
"Huh? What's so funny?" Jason was still more asleep than awake and the situation went right over his head. "Why are you so red, Trent?"
Their father was trying to suppress his own laughter without much success.
"Oh, it's nothing, Jason," he said. "Trent is just a little… excited right now. Why don't you go get some breakfast?"
"Yeah, okay," Jason said.
Still yawning, he turned and started to walk out the door, and then stopped as he finally realized what was going on. He half turned and smiled back at us.
"Oh," he giggled. "Guess you must be feeling better, Trent. Hope Elliott didn't get you up too early! You might want to think about locking your door next time, little brother."
Laughing, he continued on to the kitchen.
Trent was not practically squirming he was so embarrassed. He looked like he desperately wanted to just pull the covers over his head and hide for a couple of centuries. I wasn't sure if you could actually die from blushing, but his father and brother seemed determined to see if they could make him.
Mr. Palmer saw the wild look in his son's eyes.
"I'm sorry, son," he said. "We shouldn't tease you like that. I know that you must be feeling more than a little awkward right now, but it's okay. As a parent, I can't say that I'm thrilled to have walked in on you two, but I'd feel the same if I walked in on Jason and his girlfriend. I'm enough of a realist to know that my boys are going to have sex. I'm sure Jason gets plenty of girls at college, and I know you two do it as well every time me and his mother are gone, or whenever Elliott's parents are gone. I was a teenage boy once. I know it's probably useless to say this, but you don't have to be embarrassed."
"Um… thanks, dad," Trent said. "I still feel pretty stupid though."
"Well, that's to be expected I guess," Mr. Palmer said. "No one wants to have their parents walk in on them when they're doing something like that."
Just then, Trent's mother came into the room, carrying a load of laundry.
"What's going on?" she asked. "Jason was laughing his head off when he came into the kitchen, and I heard you three laughing as well."
"Just guy talk, Jennifer," Mr. Palmer said. "I just stopped to check on Trent and we started laughing at something."
"That's why I'm here," she said, looking at her son. "Are you feeling any better, honey?"
"I generally feel okay, mom," he said. "Just a little tender in a few places, but nothing really bad. I know I must look like crap, but I'll be okay. This will go away in a few days."
"It should," his mom agreed. "Do you need a pain pill or anything?"
"That would probably be good," Trent said.
She walked back to the living room and returned thirty seconds later with a bottle of pills and a glass of water in her hand.
"Take one of these now," she said, "and another one maybe this afternoon if you think you need it. The doctor said you'll be in pain for the next several days, but you'll get better in about a week or so."
"Now, you boys get dressed and come to the kitchen," she said. "Breakfast is almost ready."
Mr. Palmer smiled at us, then rubbed both our heads affectionately, deliberately messing up our hair, then headed for the kitchen.
Trent and I looked at each other, smiling wryly. Then he sighed.
"It's going to be a long few days," he said. "I'm going to go fucking nuts waiting. By the time we get to do anything, I'm gonna last maybe a whole two seconds."
"Yeah, I know. Me too," I said.
I pulled him back to rest against my chest and enfolded him in my arms. He was quiet for a few seconds, just happy and content to be held so closely. It was probably one of the happiest moments in my life. I nuzzled his cheek and then started smiling. I nibbled playfully at his ear for a second or two, before climbing off the bed.
"Come on, "I said. "Let's get you dressed."
"You are such a tease," he said. "Help me up and bring me those sweat pants mom just brought in."
"I may be a tease, but you love it," I said.
He relaxed back into my embrace, resting his head right up against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and resting my chin in the crook between his neck and shoulder, even as I continued to nuzzle his cheek with my nose.
The moment seemed almost perfect and I hated to spoil it, but I had to talk with him seriously about something that had been bothering me since we had been so abruptly interrupted earlier. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, but I knew I had to discuss the issue with him.
"Maybe it's a good thing dad stopped us before we could go too much further," he said. "I'm not sure that would have been a good idea."
The seriousness in his voice communicated itself to me and I was immediately concerned.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked.
I released my embrace, a little scared I was hurting my boyfriend. A hint of panic was starting to creep into my voice.
"Do I need to go get your dad?" I asked. "Where does it hurt?"
"No, Elliott," he said. "You didn't hurt me." He wrapped his arms around where I was hugging him and pulled me back into our previous tight embrace. "What we were doing felt really good. I mean, I was a little sore, but it still felt really good."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "Doctor Edwards said it would be really easy for me to hurt you. You have to tell me if I caused you any pain."
"I'm fine, Elliott," he said. "Really. Yes, it was a little painful, but not really bad. What you were doing felt really fantastic."
I relaxed a little, but not by much.
"Did I go to fast?" I asked. "I should have gone slower. I should never have rushed you."
"It's fine, Elliott," he said.
I stared into his blue eyes, reading the hesitation and uncertainty there. I found myself touched to the core by the mute little appeal in those eyes. Again, I found myself just wanting to stare for hours into those blue eyes. I reached out and gently took his fidgeting hands into my own.
"It's okay," I said. "We can go as slow as you need to. We'll make it up as we go along until you're fully recovered."
He hung his head for a few seconds, then looked up. Shyly, hesitantly he smiled a timid little half smile.
"You're not mad?" he asked. "That I… uh… you're not disappointed that… well, we need to go slow."
I looked over and kissed his cheek.
"You're worth the wait, Trent," I said. "I want you. God, I want you, but I can wait." I smiled mischievously at him. "If worse comes to worse, I can always fall back on my hand for a little relief."
I pantomimed a rapid up and down stroke with my clenched hand.
He chuckled at my antics and blushed a little at the innuendo. He leaned back into my chest and closed his eyes, sighing a little in contentment. I enfolded him again in my arms, just holding him and nuzzling his cheek.
A few minutes later, his mother knocked on the door, and then entered when he told her to.
"Your breakfast is getting cold, dear," she said.
"Sorry, mom," he said. "We'll be right there."
She left the room to return to the kitchen. Trent looked at me and giggled.
"Can you help me get dressed?" he asked. "I never thought I'd be saying something like that. Usually, you're helping me undress."
He threw back the covers and tried to stand up, but he was having problems.
"Just stay seated," I said. "It'll be easier for me to slide these sweat pants over your cast that way. Then, I'll help you stand."
I grabbed the clean sweat pants and slowly struggled to pull the right leg over his cast. The left one was easy enough. I then got a t-shirt from his dresser and he slipped it over his head. His chest was still pretty bruised up, but it was looking better than it had yesterday.
"I think I should probably take a piss before we go to the kitchen," he said. "I've been holding it all night and I need to go bad."
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
"You just want to hold my dick," he teased. "If you'll help me into the bathroom, I think I can manage."
"I want to do more than just hold it," I teased back. "Unfortunately, your doctor says we need to wait several days."
I helped him to stand up, grabbed his crutches that were leaning against the wall next to his bed, and he slowly hobbled his way to the bathroom, with me following right behind him. I waited outside while he took care of business. A few minutes later he came back out. I looked down at his crotch.
"I see you didn't piss yourself this time," I laughed.
His face turned red again.
"I can't believe I did that," he said.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "You were practically unconscious when we brought you home yesterday. I'm sure it won't happen again."
A minute later we were sitting at the kitchen table. Ms. Palmer sat a plate of food in front of each of us.
"I hope you like my cooking," she said to me. "It's nothing fancy, just some eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice."
Trent looked at the food and I heard his stomach rumble in protest.
"Mom, you shouldn't have gone to the trouble," he said. "I'm not really hungry."
"You have to eat, Trent" she said. "You can't heal properly unless you eat. When was the last time you ate something?"
I had already started on my own food, but spoke up, my mouth half full.
"It's been a couple of days," I said. "You didn't have anything Friday because of the accident, and you probably didn't have much yesterday because you were so doped up. Your mom's right. You need to eat something."
He looked at me, a little annoyance showing on his face.
"I ate a little," he protested.
His mom stepped in, stopping the argument before it could begin.
"Well, that was two days ago. Now try to eat a little, Trent," she said, even as she pushed his plate closer, then she turned and walked away.
He gave up and started picking a little at the food, taking a few bites to make everyone happy. By now, I had finished my food and was just watching him eat. He started to blush a little under the scrutiny. He finished a few more bites before shoving his plate toward me.
"Do you want to finish this?" he asked. "I really don't think I can eat anymore. Not without having it come back up anyway."
I took the plate from him.
"No, I'm full," I said, even as I took a bite, before putting my fork back down.
He laughed a little as I looked at him grinning, with my mouth full and chewing happily. He couldn't help but start yawning.
"Man, I'm tired," he said. "I feel like I could fall asleep right now."
His mom came back over and tenderly brushed his ever-present hair out of his eyes.
"You can go back to sleep if you want, dear," she said. "You must be dead tired. Take one of these pain pills before you go. They'll help you sleep better."
"I probably need to go home anyway," I said. "I need to let mom and dad know what's going on. Besides, I'm sleepy as well."
I helped him back to his room. He was still struggling with his crutches which was to be expected I suppose. After all, this is the first full day he's been using them. He had to stop at the bathroom first to take a shit. I wasn't sure how that would work, what with the cast on his leg. Let's just say he managed and leave it at that.
I helped him into bed and sat beside him, gently rubbing his chest in little circles. As much as he tried to stay awake, he couldn't help closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, smiling a happy little smile.
I felt someone watching me and looked toward the door, seeing Jason smiling at me. I smiled back and motioned for him to come in. He stepped into the room and sat at his brother's desk chair.
"So, did you and Trent have fun last night?" He laughed a little as he continued. "You must have, considering the position dad and I found you in this morning."
I grinned back at him.
"No, you perv!" I said. "It was just some heavy petting and making out." I ducked my head for a second as I started to blush, but quickly looked back up, still smiling. "Some very heavy petting. I think Trent was pretty close. I know I was!"
Jason started laughing as he drew back in mock disgust.
"Eeeww!" he said. "I didn't need to know that."
I threw a pillow at him and continued to laugh.
"Well, you asked."
He threw the pillow back at me even as he stood up.
"Yeah, and now I'm sorry," he said.
He stepped over to the bed and tousled my hair for a second, even though he knew it annoyed me. Then he turned towards the door, starting to leave.
"I'm really happy for you guys, Elliott," he said. "I'm glad my brother found someone he really cares for. I know you care for him as well."
I gave him a huge smile.
"Thanks, Jason. Thanks for everything."
As he walked out the door to continue to his room, he turned his head and gave me a parting smile. Just as I got up to leave myself, Perseus, the family bulldog came running into the room, looking around for Trent. I kept him from jumping up on the bed so he just stood there looking at me. I reached down to pet him and led him back into the living room as I closed the door. I didn't think it was probably a good idea for the dog to be jumping all over Trent just yet. He was still in a little pain and needed his sleep. Perhaps when he was awake it would be okay.
I said goodbye to Mr. and Ms. Palmer. He offered to drive me home, but I decided to just walk. It's less than half a mile to my house anyway and I needed to think.
I knew that I couldn't stay with Trent every night, as much as I wanted to. I'd just have to see him during the day when all our parents were at work. That should be more than enough time anyway.
It was late afternoon by the time I woke back up. I must have been exhausted, but then it's been a long two days. I quickly got dressed, went into the kitchen to find something to eat, then went into the living room to visit with mom and dad. I had hardly seen them for the last day, ever since coming home from the hospital. We talked for over an hour before I told them I was going to check on Trent.
A few minutes later I poked my head into his room to check on him. He looked to be sound asleep, which was no surprise. I smiled a little and turned to go. I was reluctant to disturb him after everything that had happened, knowing he needed his rest. As I was leaving, I made a very slight noise, waking him.
"I'm sorry, Trent," I said. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Go ahead and go back to sleep."
He yawned a little even as he sat up.
"It's okay, Elliott," he said. "I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. What's up?"
"Nothing," I said. "I just thought I'd check on you, see if you needed any company. How are you feeling?"
"I can't believe I fell asleep again," he said. "I'm okay, I guess. Just really tired."
I smiled at him as I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm more surprised you keep waking up," I said. "You should be resting. Part of that I'm sure is the pain medicine and part is your body trying to heal. That's what Doctor Edwards explained to me anyway. Don't worry about falling asleep. Speaking of medicine, you probably should take another pill now."
I reached over onto the night stand and picked up the bottle of pills, shook one into my hand and offered it to him.
He looked at the pill a little unhappily, not taking it yet.
"Do I have to?" he asked. "I really don't feel too bad and I don't like the way my mind was all fogged up with those."
"I don't think these are quite as strong as the ones they gave you in the hospital yesterday," I said. "I really think you should take them. Your leg will probably be in a lot more pain if you don't. Not to mention the pain from the bruising and cuts around your dick and balls. We both want that to heal as quickly as possible."
His eyes went a little wild as he blanched at that thought.
"I'll take it!" he said, even as he reached almost desperately for the offered pill.
I grinned as he hastily swallowed the pill, washing it down with the water sitting next to the bed. I reached over to comfort him, talking to him, to embrace him and never let him go. I started to rub his shoulders.
I settled down next to him, resting my hand on his chest, drawing lazy little circles across his chest. I continued to stare into his blue eyes, wondering if it was possible to drown in them. I still wasn't sure how a guy could have such gorgeous eyes.
He endured the stare for a few minutes, then started blushing, color spreading from his face to his ears and then started down his neck and chest.
"What?" he asked.
I smiled at him.
"Nothing," I answered. "I just like looking at you. I could stare for hours into your eyes." I grinned. "The rest of you ain't too bad either. Especially the covered parts."
His blush deepened to a bright crimson and he positively squirmed. I chuckled at his reaction and leaned over, kissing him on the lips, nibbling a little at his lower lip before pulling back up. He had closed his eyes again, in pleasure and contentment this time though. He snuggled up into my chest, pressing his entire body into me and sighed happily. I continued to hold him, nuzzling him, even long after he had fallen back asleep.
I woke up late the next morning, still at Trent's house. I was a little surprised to feel his arms still holding me, even as he continued to sleep.
I was struck once again by just how beautiful he was. His brown hair, cut short, really framed his handsome face. His eyes were closed now, but I could easily picture those sparkling blue eyes that revealed every emotion he was feeling. My eyes ran across his smooth, clean-cut cheeks and down his strong jaw. It had been a couple of days since he had last shaved, but his face was fairly stubble free as he had little facial hair to speak of. I snuggled even closer to his smooth, but badly bruised, chest. I ran my hand across his chest, over his shoulder and down his arm, marveling in the feel of his body. My exploring hands continued to his tight belly, pausing slightly as I ran my fingers around his belly button, before continuing on to his waist. My fingers lightly ran around the waistband of his boxers, just barely touching skin and fabric together.
My light touch was beginning to have an effect on his still slumbering body, and even in his sleep he reached to pull me even closer to him. I could feel him begin to harden under the boxers and I couldn't help grinning a little. I continued running my fingers around his waist and stomach, even as he developed a very noticeable tent in his boxers, announcing louder than words that he was enjoying the feeling of my touch.
He groaned a little, even as he started to waken. I kissed him tenderly on the lips and then nibbled across his cheeks, his jaw, and then down his neck, my fingers still lightly caressing his skin. He groaned a little louder and opened his eyes with a big dreamy smile spreading across his face. Then he realized exactly what was going on and he pulled back a little, laughing.
"Hey, you perv!" he laughed. "No fair feeling me up when I'm sleeping. Now you've got me all hot and horny!"
He grinned mischievously, even as he reached down and grabbed my dick through my boxers. Still grinning, he started to slowly jack me off right through my boxers.
My body was definitely responding to the very intimate touch. An involuntary groan escaped me, even as the beginnings of a wet spot started to appear on the front of my boxers.
"Uhh, Trent!" I moaned. "You better stop! I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer if you don't. Oh god, that feels so good. Ohhhhh…"
He didn't reply. Instead, he leaned over and covered my groaning lips with his own, kissing me deeply and passionately, even as he continued stroking me through my boxers with a little more speed and urgency. He gently probed at my mouth with his tongue, exploring and tasting at each and every place he could reach, even as I continued to lightly moan.
My chest was heaving and my breath was coming in short gasps as I continued to struggle to hold back. Finally, unable to stop the rising pressure and intense pleasure, with a deep groan, I thrust my hips forward sharply and started shooting, drenching the front of my boxers. Trent continued to lightly stroke and squeeze my throbbing cock, coaxing and milking every last drop out of me. Finally, unable to stand the almost painful pleasure of having my super sensitive dick touched, I reluctantly grabbed his hands to stop him from delivering any more sweet torture.
He continued lightly kissing and nibbling me as I slowly regained a little composure and got my tortured breathing slightly under control. I opened my eyes and looked right into his grinning eyes. Shuddering a little, I grinned back.
"I could stand to wake up that way all the time," he said. "Better than any fucking alarm clock." His grin became even bigger. "That was intense. Your boxers are pretty much trashed, however."
I started to pull them off, cringing a little when I grabbed them where they were wet. He couldn't help laughing at me, as I shook my head in mock disgust.
"You're such a perv!" I said.
I finished stripping off my boxers, wadded them up and threw them into the dirty clothes hamper, which already held a pile of Trent's clothes. I settled back into bed and pulled the covers back up around my chest. Turning slightly to face him, I pulled him closer to me, kissing him lightly, tenderly.
"I thought we were going to wait for a while," I said softly, nuzzling his cheek. "You know I can't return the favor, even as much as I want to. There's no way I'm going to risk hurting you."
"I know," he replied just as softly. "I just wanted to do that. It doesn't matter that I have to wait. I just wanted to make you feel good."
I had continued nuzzling and kissing him the entire time.
"Well, you certainly accomplished that," I said. "But I already feel good just being around you. If you have to wait, I should wait too."
He looked straight into my eyes, a look of the most profound love in his eyes.
"But, I don't want you to have to wait," he said. "I want to make you feel as wonderful as I possibly can. I want to give this to you."
I could only stare back into those deep blue eyes, speechless at the love I saw there. Wordlessly, I simply rested my forehead against his, holding him close, pressing my entire body against him, wanting to be even closer.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Jason came bouncing into the room.
"Hey, you guys are finally awake," he said. "I thought you were going to sleep till noon." He was grinning as he taunted us. Still grinning, he jumped onto the bed right between us. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
Me and Trent busted out laughing at his antics.
"I don't know about you two, but I'm getting hungry," Jason said. "Mom and dad are at work, so I thought we'd go out somewhere and eat."
"What do you have in mind?" Trent asked.
"I was thinking about pizza," Jason said. "We can drive over to Miami and eat at Luigi's . I'm assuming you like pizza, Elliott. I've never met a high school kid yet that doesn't."
I exchanged a hungry look with Jason.
"Oh, I haven't had Luigi's in several months," I said. "Now, I'm starving."
"As am I," said Trent.
"What's new with that?" Jason laughed. "You're always hungry. Now, both of you get up and get dressed." He reached over and flung the covers back. "Hey! You're naked!"
Both Trent and Jason started laughing as I turned bright red and started stammering.
"Uh… yeah, well, you know… uh…"
I quickly ran over to Trent's dresser, grabbed a pair of his boxers and practically jumped into them. Jason was laughing even harder now.
"Oh, shut up, Jason!" I said, my face flaming.
Trent and Jason were practically crying they were laughing so hard. I started to get a little pissed, then I too started laughing. Finally, everyone calmed down and Jason left the room, leaving me alone with Trent. I leaned down and kissed his lips, nibbling a little at his chin before pulling away.
"You're getting pretty shaggy," I said.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "It's getting pretty itchy too. There and down below as well."
I tried not to laugh at that.
"I don't know what we can do about that," I said. "Just let it grow back I suppose." I ran a finger across his chin. "Not to mention scratchy. I'm going to get razor burn kissing you." I grinned at him. "You look pretty sexy with stubble, but I think I like you better clean shaven. At least your face anyway. Down there looks pretty sexy clean shaven."
He turned a little deeper red at the compliment.
"Yeah, well, I'm feeling a little grimy and gross right now," he said. "I'd kill for a shower and a shave."
I became a little more serious, even though I was still smiling.
"I don't think you could stand long enough to take a shower," I said. "You were still pretty wobbly last night just going to the bathroom and that was with me holding you up."
I frowned a little as I thought.
"I know," he said, his expression a little disgusted. "I'm just bitching." He started laughing. "You may want to spray me down with deodorant though."
I laughed along with him, but I was still thinking what he could do. I hesitated for a few seconds, looking at him speculatively.
"I think I have a solution," I said. "Maybe you can take a shower."
"I'd kill to take a shower," he said, "but like you said earlier, I don't know if I could hold myself up that long without getting dizzy and falling over."
I stared into his eyes, bracing myself for the outburst I knew was coming.
"Oh, I didn't mean by yourself," I told him. "You'd have to have some help. I could probably get Jason to hold you up while I washed you."
"What!" he shouted. "I'm not taking a shower with my brother holding me up."
I stared straight into his eyes, an amused grin on my face.
"Why not?" I asked. "I'm sure he won't care. He'll help if we ask."
Almost as if on cue, Jason came walking into the room.
"And what will I help with if you ask me?" he asked.
I purposely avoided seeing the scowl developing on Trent's face.
"I told Trent you'd help me give him a shower," I said. "Do you think you can hold him upright and I'll scrub him down?"
"Sure," Jason said, totally unfazed by the request. "No problem."
Trent was starting to fidget uncomfortably as he glared at me.
"You don't have to do that, Jason," he said. "I don't need to take a shower that bad. I can wait."
Jason looked at him and noticed the nervus reaction.
"It's really no big deal, Trent," he said.
"He's just nervous, Jason," I said. "He's embarrassed by how he's probably going to react to the shower, and he doesn't want you to see him."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Jason asked, more confused than ever.
I ignored the pleading look in Trent's eyes as I continued to explain.
"You know how shy he is, Jason," I said. "He doesn't want you to see him get, well, uh, excited I guess is a good word for it."
Jason started chuckling.
"Oh hell, Trent!" he said. "Don't worry about that. Every guy gets morning wood. It's no big deal. I'll probably sprout wood myself."
Trent was blushing furiously and the pleading look he was directing at me was practically begging, but again, I pretended not to notice.
"He might, uh, do a little more than, uh, just get a hardon, Jason," I said. "It's been a while since he's had uh, any relief."
Jason's eyebrows arched curiously and he continued grinning.
"I thought I noticed a little pup tent happening in the covers there," he said, grinning. "Not that it's any of my business, but just how long has it been, Trent?"
Trent turned even brighter red and all he could make was strangled noised for a response. I glanced over at my tongue-tied boyfriend and answered for him.
"It's been three days," I grinned mischievously at both of them. "He's been a little hot and bothered ever since we came back from the hospital."
Jason's eyes had gone a little wide in shock.
"Three days!" he practically shouted. "Fuck dude! I'd be homicidal if I had gone that long. You must be about ready to explode. I know I would be. But hey, if it happens, well, no big deal. I'll go grab some towels."
Trent closed his eyes, no doubt dying from embarrassment. I smiled gently at him.
"It's going to be okay, Trent," I told him. "Jason ain't going to freak out if you lose it in there."
Jason came walking back in, carrying some bath towels and a plastic trash bag.
"I figured we could put this around his cast to help keep it dry," he said. "That's what we did when I broke my arm anyway."
He proceeded to strip back the covers over his brother, pretty much ignoring his squeak of protest, and pulled the bag over his cast, tying it off.
"Good thing you didn't break your dick, bro, since I don't think we have a trash bag that big," he said, grinning at Trent, his eyes sparkling.
Trent squirmed a little in embarrassed discomfort and I started laughing. Jason continued laughing evilly and walked into the bathroom to start the shower. I helped Trent stand, supporting his as we proceeded toward the bathroom ourselves.
"Elliott," he whispered, almost pleading. "I really don't know about this."
I smiled reassuringly.
"It'll be okay, Trent," I said. "Really."
I continued to half lead, half support him as we entered the bathroom.
As we entered, we could see that Jason had already stripped off his boxers and was adjusting the temperature of the steamy water. He looked over his shoulder at us and then walked over to hold Trent.
"Here, I'll support him so you can get your clothes off, Elliott," he said. "Otherwise, you're going to be awfully soggy."
I couldn't help but notice just how good-looking Jason was, especially since he was just standing there in all his glory. He was more muscular than Trent, and unlike his little brother, had a light dusting of hair across his chest and a definite happy trail down his tight stomach. My eyes followed that trail down to where it fanned out surrounding his ample package. My own dick gave a twitch and I couldn't help gulping a little. I quickly pulled my eyes back up, just to see him grinning at me. Jason's grin got even bigger, his eyes twinkling as he caught me looking and he gave me a slow wink, causing me to blush guiltily.
Trent had also caught me looking at his brother and he couldn't help but grin himself, quickly turning so I wouldn't see his smile. I quickly stripped, then stepped over to help Trent into the shower. Jason followed the two of us into the shower, taking up position behind the slightly wobbling Trent, holding him upright and steady.
The hot water coursing over my head and body felt great, wonderful, even soothing, but I still felt a knot of worry and tension build in my stomach. I closed my eyes, letting the steaming water rush over me, hoping it would help calm me down. Then, I began to run a soapy wash cloth gently over Trent's face.
A small, almost inaudible groan escaped from Trent's lips at my gentle touch. He began to tremble slightly and I saw Jason's grip on him tighten as he continued to hold him steady. When I began washing his chest and stomach, I could hear his breathing becoming ragged as he fought for breath, and his stomach tightened as he struggled to maintain control over his body. It was like my every touch was shooting electric currents straight to his throbbing cock and balls. He groaned, louder this time and he opened his eyes, staring straight into mine, a pleading look on his face, although I wasn't sure if he was begging for me to stop or to continue.
I stared back into his pleading, begging eyes for only a moment. Then, I slowly, deliberately took the soapy wash cloth and ran it over his aching balls, up his throbbing shaft to the very tip, and back down again in a slow, firm, sensual stroke. He whimpered and would have collapsed if Jason had not taken an even firmer grip on him, pulling him back against his chest to held him upright and steady. Trent squeezed his eyes shut and sucked his breath in sharply, his stomach tightening even more. And then, his entire body gave one huge, long spasm as he began shooting long, thick streams of cum, the first shot actually splattering him in the face. Both mine and Jason's eyes went wild at the force and intensity of Trent's orgasm.
His body continued to shake for quite a while after his climax and his breathing remained ragged for several minutes. Slowly, he started to come back to himself, his mind regaining coherence and rational thought once again. Still trembling slightly, he reopened his eyes, a sheepish expression on his face as he looked at the two of us, and slowly started to turn bright crimson with a deep blush of embarrassment.
Jason grinned back at his brother, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Wow!" he said. "You're quite a sharp shooter there, Trent! I think you might need to register that weapon or something."
I started snorting with laughter, even as Trent turned ever brighter red. I quickly finished washing him, even taking the time to wash his hair for him. He tried to avoid looking either of us in the eye for the duration. By now, I had gotten hard, and even Jason looked a little thicker and longer than when we had started.
I quickly soaped up my body and washed my own hair, then Trent and I exited the shower, leaving Jason to finish his own shower. Trent allowed himself to be dried by me and even allowed me to shave him, to the accomplishment of Jason's off-key singing.
I picked up the can of shaving cream and started shaking it. I had not been kidding when I had said I preferred Trent clean shaven and I was going to take care of it. He didn't resist in the slightest as I started spreading the foam across his face and started shaving him. In fact, he was grinning pretty broadly by the time I finished up.
"There, you look much better now." I leaned forward and kissed him for a few seconds before putting the shaving cream and razor back in the cabinet. "That's much better. No more scratching."
He busted out laughing.
"Thanks, Elliott." He started blushing again. "We might have to do this again."
I grinned back at him, and then arched my eyebrows suggestively.
"That could be fun," I said. "Only next time, we'll leave Jason out of it. Now, let's get you back into your bedroom and get dressed. Then we'll all go out for some pizza."
Finally finished, we hobbled back to his bed where he collapsed gratefully. Sighing in contentment, he lay there and dreamily watched as I pulled on some boxers and my jeans and t-shirt. I finished dressing, went over to the dresser and got a pair of boxers, a t-shirt, and a pair of socks for Trent. I helped him to pull the boxers over his cast, not an easy task, and pulled them up over his butt and cock. I was half tempted to start sucking him off, but I held back. The last thing I wanted to do was to injure him even more than he already was. He seemed okay after that huge cum shot in the shower, but I wasn't willing to take a chance. He offered to take care of me, but I resisted the urge. We would have plenty of time to make up after his next trip to the doctor where, hopefully, he would get the all clear.
He pulled on his t-shirt and I helped him get the sock on his left foot. I then pulled his sweat pants over his cast, again not an easy task. There was no way he was getting his jeans on, not for several weeks anyway. Then, I helped him put his shoe on his left foot and tied it for him. Now, we were ready to go.
Jason was waiting patiently in the living room. By now, Trent was mostly able to walk by himself, using the crutches he had gotten from the hospital, but I still walked beside him just in case. I'd hate for him to fall down and break something else.
Fortunately, if you want to call breaking your leg fortunate, he had broken it below the knee and the cast only went up that high. He also had a brace to allow him to bend his knee, at least somewhat, so he was able to sit in the front seat of Jason's car with the seat all the way back. I sat in the back behind Jason, which was a little cramped, but I'll manage. Miami's only about twenty-five miles away so I should be okay.
"Okay, we're all set," Jason said as he climbed behind the wheel.
"Just watch out for any deer," Trent giggled, causing everyone to laugh.
Two Weeks Later
I woke up in my own bed. I had decided, or rather mom and dad had decided that I needed to be home at night. I was able to visit Trent during the day, but they thought I should also be home with them, since Trent was going to be okay. His parents had probably told him the same thing, I'm sure.
I sat in the living room, playing on my phone, waiting for a text from him to let me know he was awake. Today marked two weeks since the accident and he was still in pain, although not nearly as bad as it had been. He was still taking the pain pills and they caused him to sleep more than normal. That was one of the reasons I had decided to stay home at night, so he could get plenty of rest.
Finally, about ten o'clock I got a text from him.
'I'm awake now.'
'On my way.'
I quickly put on my shoes and started walking to his house. It sucks not having a car, but mine had been totaled in the accident and I probably wasn't going to be getting another for quite some time, hopefully before school starts in two months. Fortunately, Trent only lives about half a mile from me so I was able to get there in about ten minutes.
His parents had already gone to work, and Jason had returned to college over at Pittsburg State University , so Trent was home alone. Well, he had his pet bulldog, Perseus, but other than that, he was by himself.
I arrived, rang the doorbell and walked into the living room. He was laying on the couch in just his underwear, a pair of gray boxers, Perseus at his feet, his legs laying across the dogs back. His crutches were leaning against the couch and his shoe was lying on the floor next to them. The dog didn't look too happy with all that weight on his back, but he just lay there ignoring everyone.
Trent was on his phone, probably checking his e-mail or Facebook or something. He looked up when I entered the room. There were hardly any traces of bruising on his chest and stomach, and the cut on his forehead was healing nicely. His black eyes were mostly gone as well. He was looking better than he had in over a week. I really wanted to go over and play with him, if you know what I mean, but I still resisted. He'll see the doctor later today and after that, watch out!
"I'll be glad when today is over with," I said, looking at his crotch as I said the words.
"Why's that?" he teased. He squeezed the bulge in his boxers. "As if I can't figure it out. I'm also looking forward to it. I haven't been able to touch you in almost two weeks either."
Today marked two weeks since the accident that had left him badly injured with a broken leg and several cuts and bruises to his body. I had only suffered a few minor cuts and bruises. It just didn't seem fair somehow. We were both meeting our mothers in Joplin at noon for lunch and then our follow up doctor's visits. I was feeling great, not a sign anywhere on my body of what had happened, and Trent was mostly the same. One had to look really hard to notice any bruising on his body. The only obvious sign was his broken leg and two black eyes.
"I promise you, you can do anything you want with me, once Doctor Edwards says it's okay," I told him.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Anything you want. But, I also get to do anything that I want with you as well."
"Such as?" he teased.
"I'll start with something simple," I said. "I want to suck your dick. After that, well, we'll see what happens."
"That sounds like fun," he said, grinning. "I want to do the same to you."
"And so you shall," I said. "Now, you better go get dressed so we can go. We're supposed to meet our moms at noon so we can eat lunch."
I helped him up off the couch and followed him into his bedroom, admiring the view the entire way. In the last two weeks he had gotten to where he could take care of most things by himself, even showering, although I had helped him more than once in that area. Not because he needed my help, but because we both wanted to.
He went to his dresser, got a sock for his left foot, and then found a clean t-shirt to wear, pulling it over his head. He then found a pair of sweat pants to wear.
"I'll be so glad when you can start wearing jeans again," I said. "Your ass always looked so good in a pair of tight blue jeans."
"You think I have a nice ass?" he asked.
"I've always thought that," I said. "Even before we started going together."
He grinned at that, and slapped his butt.
"It's all yours," he said. "Hopefully later today."
He finished dressing, went back into the living room to put on his shoe, and I followed him out to his car. Since my car was totaled, I had to drive his today to the hospital. He got himself situated, and off we went.
Twenty minutes later, we drove past the spot where I had hit the deer. I still feel bad every time I think about it, even though everyone insists that it wasn't my fault. I know it really wasn't, but still…
We arrived in Joplin about half an hour later and drove straight to the East Buffet , Trent's favorite Chinese restaurant, actually located in Webb City rather than Joplin. Our moms were already waiting for us when we arrived.
The East Buffet was one of dozens of restaurants in the Joplin/Webb City area that we liked to eat at. It was comfortable and familiar and it had quickly become one of our favorite places to eat.
I had to help Trent a little as he went through the buffet line. I knew without even looking what he would want, peanut butter chicken, General Tso's chicken, Crab Rangoon, sweet and sour chicken, along with fried rice and an egg roll. I liked the same, but I also got myself some chicken teriyaki. They also served fried chicken, but I figured if I wanted that I could just go to a chicken restaurant or something.
Finally, our plates full, we sat down in the booth next to our moms and started eating.
Trent tried his peanut butter chicken.
"Man, this stuff is good," he said.
"It's all good," his mother said. "You ready to see the doctor later today?"
"More than ready," he said. "I wish I could get this silly cast off today as well, but I know I'll have to have it for probably another month at least."
"Probably," I said, "but at least it should come off before school starts back up at the end of August."
"I'm just glad you're okay," my mom said.
The four of us continued to talk for the next hour, as Trent and I pigged out on the buffet, before moving on to the dessert bar. I didn't want much ice cream after everything else I'd eaten, but I had to have a little. It was so good, especially with chocolate and caramel syrup. Trent ate quite a bit more than me. I think he's making up for all the meals he missed right after the accident where he hadn't felt like eating much of anything for the first few days. His mother had practically had to force him to eat for the first three days after he came home.
We finished up and mom went to pay for all of us, while Ms. Palmer left a generous tip for the waitress.
Since it's Friday, and the hospital is all the way on the other side of Joplin, we figured we needed to leave. Depending on traffic, it could take us thirty to forty minutes to get there. This is one appointment where we didn't want to be late.
We arrived at the hospital with twenty minutes to spare and proceeded straight to the exam room. Doctor Edwards was just finishing up with another patient when we checked in. One of nurses showed us into the exam room while we waited for him to come in. He came in less than five minutes later. He talked to our moms for a couple of minutes then they left the room. I knew he was just asking them to leave so Trent could have some privacy while he examined him. Since he knew that I was Trent's boyfriend, he allowed me to stay. Plus, he was going to do a quick exam on me as well. He walked over to the exam table where Trent was waiting.
"How's our patient doing?" he asked.
"I think I'm doing okay, Doctor," Trent answered.
"No pain or anything?" the doctor asked.
"No," Trent said.
"Well, let's take a look at you, Trent," he said. "Can you get undressed for me? Elliott, you can help him if he needs it."
Trent quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the exam table, then kicked his shoe off. I had to help him with the sweat pants a little. Soon, he was sitting there in just his boxers, looking embarrassed as hell.
As soon as Trent was finished undressing, Doctor Edwards proceeded to examine him, checking his cuts and bruises on his arms and chest, seemingly pleased at their progress. He frowned a little at the cut on his head and black eyes, but still seemed generally happy with their condition.
"You're going to have those black eyes for a while I'm afraid, but they are already fading a little," was about all he said.
He listened intently to Trent's breathing and heart for a few moments through his stethoscope, but again was shaking his head positively at the end of his check. The doctor finished the upper body exam and then hesitated for a second before asking Trent to pull his boxers down to allow him to examine his groin.
The moment I knew that Trent had been dreading finally arrived. By the time the doctor had him pull down his sweat pants Trent was already almost fully erect, and had started blushing a deep crimson.
When he felt Doctor Edwards touch his balls, his eyes instantly got really big, and he turned bright red with embarrassment. He was no doubt horrified when his dick began to stiffen. A look of absolute mortification spread over his face as his dick continued the trip to full erection. At his first touch to Trent's lower abdomen, I saw Trent violently flinch away. The doctor looked into his eyes, gaging his reaction, to see if he had caused any pain with the touch, but only saw an apologetic, nervous look there. Reassured, he continued his examination, feeling along Trent's penis and testicles, checking the progress of the cut to his scrotum, checking to see if there was any lingering swelling from the trauma.
Doctor Edwards looked sympathetically at his wild-eyed patient. Seeing the misery in Trent's face, he tried to speed up his examination as much as possible.
Trent looked like he wanted to just die. I could see that he was leaking precum. He squeezed his eyes closed again.
"It's okay, Trent," he tried to sooth. "That happens to a lot of guys. It's a normal reaction. Don't worry about it."
Doctor Edwards finished his examination, absently wiping up the fluid with a tissue and Trent quickly pulled up his boxers. He squeezed Trent's shoulder in silent support.
Trent still looked like he was about to bolt or maybe crawl under the exam table. His eyes were even bigger than before and he had lost his blush, his face having gone almost totally white. I could see he was on the edge of panic, so I stood next to him, rubbing his chest and shoulders to help calm him down. At my initial touch, he visibly flinched, then slowly started to calm down as I continued my light massage.
Doctor Edwards remained quiet for a few moments, allowing Trent to regain a little composure. Finally, when it seemed Trent was almost back to normal, he cleared his throat.
"You seem to be healing pretty well, Trent," he said. "Everything seems to be fine. The cut on your head seems to be healing nicely, and the cuts and bruises on your chest and stomach are fading. Like I said earlier, the black eyes are fading, but they'll probably still be there for another week or so. And the best part is that the cut on your scrotum seems to have healed nicely and your testicles are obviously working as they should."
Trent was still embarrassed at hell as the doctor talked about him like that, but he was no doubt pleased by the good report as well.
"The best news is you both can go back to your normal activities," the doctor continued. "You'll still need to take it easy, of course, but I see no reason why the two of you can't… make love with each other."
I knew I had a big smile on my face and Trent was grinning from ear to ear as well. That's something we can hopefully do this weekend.
"I knew that would make you happy," the doctor said. Now, one final thing I need to ask you, Trent. You haven't had any pain or discomfort, have you?"
Trent looked at the doctor for a second or two before finally speaking.
"No, not really," he said. "Uh, nothing major anyway."
He ducked his head a little as he said that, blushing a little.
Doctor Edwards' expression became concerned.
"Nothing major?" he asked. "What do you mean, Trent? Are you having any pains?"
Trent tried to avoid the doctor's eyes, but looking straight into my eyes instead. I was even more concerned, even a little frightened. Trent blushed even more.
"No, it's nothing like that," he said. "It's just, uh, well, it's… uh…"
"What is it, Trent?" the doctor asked.
Trent ducked his head, trying to avoid looking at either of us.
"It's, uh… it's starting to itch, uh… where the hair is starting to grow back. It's, uh… it's driving me crazy."
His face was nearly crimson and he wouldn't look at either of us. Doctor Edwards and I both started chuckling at his shame faced confession, embarrassing him even more.
"I'm sorry, Trent," the doctor said. "There's not much I can do about that. It'll just have to grow back, but the worst should be over. Another couple of weeks and the itching should be gone. Now, I need to do a quick exam on you, Elliott, then you'll both be able to go home."
He had me pull off my t-shirt so he could examine my chest and stomach, but the bruises had almost completely disappeared. He listened to my heart and lungs and pronounced that I was all healed.
"You're looking good, Elliott," he said. "Now you guys go ahead and finish getting dressed and come on out to the office. I'll let your moms know what I found out, and I'll see you again, Trent, in another two weeks. And don't worry guys, I won't tell them what I told you. Your sexual activities are private."
With that, he got up to leave, squeezing our shoulders in silent support before leaving the room.
"I guess you know what we're doing tonight," Trent said.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I teased. I'm going straight home and watching TV, then going to bed."
We both busted out laughing at that, but the truth is, that's probably exactly what will happen. Our parents will be gone out of town this weekend so we'll most definitely make up for lost time tomorrow. I just wish it was tomorrow right now.
We went back out to the outer office where Doctor Edwards was just finishing up his report to our moms.
"The doctor says you're doing good, honey," Trent's mom said to him. "He wants you back here in another two weeks, but you should be completely recovered by then."
"Except for this cast," Trent said. "How much longer must I wear this, Doctor?"
"About that," Doctor Edwards said. "I forgot to mention it, but if everything goes well, we should be able to remove it before school starts back up. Hopefully mid to late August. We'll just have to see."
"It can't be soon enough for me," Trent said. "This thing is driving me crazy, and it itches like hell inside."
"I know it does, Trent," the doctor said. "You should be back to normal by the time you start school again." He turned to leave. "Now, I need to go check on my next patient. And remember what I said, guys. Just take it easy for the next week or so, but you should be able to do your normal stuff now."
Turning to me, mom asked, "so, what are you boys going to do now? There's no need for you to rush home since everything is okay from your exams."
I looked over at Trent who just kind of shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe we'll finally go see that movie we started to see the day of the accident," I said. "Unless you have something else in mind."
"That sounds like fun," Trent agreed.
"You boys have fun then," Ms. Palmer said. "Don't stay out too late and be careful driving home."
"Thanks, mom," we both said as the same time.
Trent pulled out his phone to check the time for the next showing of 'Top Gun.' We then left the hospital and drove to the theater behind the mall. We got there about half an hour before the next showing, just in time for him to hobble inside. While he still has some difficulty walking with the crutches, he's mostly got it down. I walked along beside him just in case he needed any help, but he managed to walk inside without any problems.
The movie was everything that I expected. It lived up to all the hype over the last two years. It had plenty of action and excitement. I really liked those fighter jets, especially when they were taking of and landing on that aircraft carrier. The navy looked like an exciting life. I'd have to keep that in the back of my mind for when I graduated in next year.
After leaving the theater, we drove about a mile down to Cici's all you can eat pizza buffet, where we pigged out for the next hour. Cici's has a wide variety of pizza on the buffet, and if they don't have what we want all we have to do is let them know and they'll fix it for us.
We finally arrived back in Chouteau about eight o'clock. I was kind of hoping I could spend the night with Trent, but I wasn't going to ask and I knew he wouldn't either. Oh well, there's always tomorrow when all our parents will be going out of town.
I couldn't sleep last night because I was so anxious to go over to Trent's house first thing. I finally just to up, took a nice long shower and got dressed. I wanted to make sure that I was clean because finally, after two weeks, Trent and I were going to be able to fuck. I know that sounds kind of vulgar when I say it like that, but that's what we're going to do. It may not be the first thing we do, we'll probably kiss and make out first, among other things, before we make love, but we'll do it, trust me.
It felt like mom and dad were never going to leave this morning, but they finally did, about eight o'clock. They and Trent's parents were planning on going over to Branson and spending the weekend.
I texted Trent and let him know that I was on my way. He informed me that his parents had just been picked up and were on their way out of town.
I practically ran the whole way over to his house and arrived less than ten minutes later. He was again in the living room in only his boxers, but the dog was nowhere to be seen. I didn't even get a chance to sit down before his hands were all over me.
I was completely naked in less than thirty seconds, as was he, and we quickly swallowed each other, me lying on top of him in a sixty-nine position. Trust me, it's not easy getting between a guy's legs when he's wearing a heavy cast, but I managed. I had been wanting to suck his dick for over two weeks and I wasn't going to waste time bullshitting around. He was the same. He had offered to do me several times, but I had always resisted. Not because I didn't want to, but because it just didn't seem fair that I couldn't return the favor.
Anyway, once we had busted our first nut, that kind of took the edge off, so we made our way back to his bedroom and crawled onto his bed. As we lay there, he was rubbing my chest in small, lazy circles, as we cuddled, kissed and made out. His fingers were feather light against my skin, sending tingling waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my dick start to stiffen again at the stimulation I was receiving and he was also getting pretty hard pressing against me.
I rolled slightly in his arms, facing him more so that I too could run my hands over his body. I could feel our dicks sliding against each other. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I started rubbing my hands over his chest and shoulders, while we continued kissing tenderly, exploring each other's mouth with our tongues.
My hands traced his body, trying to feel every inch, wandering lower towards his hard cock. He continued kissing me deeply, darting his tongue into my mouth, but when I cupped his balls, he drew back slightly and groaned in pleasure.
My body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending seemed to be transmitting waves of pleasure to my brain. My entire body seemed to resonate and tingle with his every touch. I could feel my breath becoming ragged and I noticed that he also seemed to be gulping in air into his heaving chest. I could feel my dick sliding along his, both throbbing in time with our racing hearts, both slick with precum. I could feel his hips thrusting with even greater urgency and I knew we were both close to shooting another load.
I rolled him onto his back, and slowly started kissing and nibbling across his face and down his throat, pausing in the hallow to run my tongue in circles, tickling him slightly. I continued nibbling and licking my way across his chest, teasing his nipples, sucking on them lightly. He groaned loudly, unable to control himself and I looked up briefly into his sparkling eyes. I continued nipping and kissing across his stomach, pausing again to swirl my tongue around his belly button, driving him wild.
I continued nibbling, heading further down his body. I could see his dick throbbing in anticipation, his balls pulling up tightly in preparation. I grinned at him, then wrapped my hand around it, stroked it a couple of times, then took it into my mouth.
I could hear his groans of pleasure as I continued to suck him. I could feel his climax building. Then, I felt his body stiffen and then shudder, and then I felt a powerful spasm running through his dick, shooting into my mouth and down my throat. That pushed me over the edge as well. I would have cried out if my mouth wasn't full. Even muffled, I still managed to make loud strangled noises as the ecstasy of release coursed through me.
Slowly, I regained a measure of composure and my rational mind slowly returned. We continued kissing and making out after that, nibbling playfully at each other's lips and chins, but the sweet urgency of desire had been satisfied. We both luxuriated in the afterglow of mutual release, content simply to remain in each other's arms. The exquisite pleasure followed us both into sleep, nestled together, cuddling even in slumber.
We both woke up about two hours later and basically repeated what we had done earlier, only this time I was on the receiving end.
We spent the rest of the morning in bed just talking and making out. We were both pretty worn out from earlier. Finally, around eleven o'clock, we decided we needed something to eat, so we decided to go the Hornet's Nest for a hamburger and fries. We got into Trent's car and made the short drive.
When we arrived, he hobbled out of the car, but I managed to run around to the other side to help him with his crutches and navigate into the restaurant.
"Here you go, slow poke," I teased him, deliberately forcing my voice to take on a bantering tone as I handed him his crutches.
"Sure, kick a guy when he's down," he retorted, smiling.
The two of us slowly made our way towards the door. We hadn't even made it halfway when Chad and Cody, one of the gay couples at school, came walking towards us.
"Haven't seen you guys in a couple of weeks," Chad yelled out his greeting to us. Then he noticed Trent's crutches. "What the hell happened to you? You look like shit!"
"Thanks, Chad. You always say the nicest things," Trent taunted, grinning at our friends. "We were in a car accident and I broke my leg and got some cuts and bruises, as well as these black eyes."
"That sucks," Cody said, shaking his head. "You guys will have to tell us about it."
"Join us if you want, guys," I said. "We'll explain what happened."
We entered the restaurant and Trent sank into a booth while I went to the counter to order, along with Cody and Chad. After we had completed our orders, we joined Trent.
"Okay you two," Cody insisted after we sat down. "Out with it. Let's hear the story. What happened?"
"I already told you," Trent said. "We were in a car accident."
"We know that already," Chad said. "We read that much in the paper, but what really happened?"
"Okay, I'll tell you," I said. "We wanted to go see a movie that day, so we were on our way to Joplin. The roads were wet from all the rain and a little slick."
"A deer ran out in front of us, we hit it and flipped the car," Trent said. "I got banged up pretty bad I guess, had some pretty nasty cuts in addition to this broken leg."
We spent the next few minutes talking about the accident while we waited for our food to arrive. Once we started eating, we moved on to other topics and spent another hour talking and laughing.
"We're planning on going to see 'Jurassic World' this afternoon," Cody said. "It just came out a couple of weeks ago. You guys can come with us if you want."
I looked over at Trent and he nodded his head. Since our parents are gone for the weekend, we'd have plenty of time to be alone later tonight.
"Sure," Trent said. "That sounds like fun. Elliott and I can pick up where we left off later tonight. That way, we'll both be fully recovered."
He looked over at me and grinned, then smiled at Cody and Chad.
"That sounds like more fun than a silly movie," Chad said.
"Especially after two weeks without it," I said. "But, we kind of made up for it this morning, if you know what I mean."
We then explained, without going into too much detail, about how Trent was not supposed to have any kind of sexual activity for the last two weeks.
"Oh my god, I'd go crazy if I couldn't do it for that long," Cody said. "Me and Chad do it most days after school."
"As do we," Trent said. "And believe me, we've already started making up for lost time. We'll do more tonight after we get back."
"I wish we could," Chad said, "but both our parents are home all weekend. We'll have to hold out until Monday."
"Maybe we can invite you over some weekend," said Trent. "Not this weekend, but soon. I need to get this fucking cast taken off first. It's driving me nuts. I swear I'm going to be scratching my leg for the better part of the night after it's finally removed."
"How much longer do you have to wear it?" asked Cody.
"Probably until about the middle of August," Trent said.
"Damn, that's two more months," Cody said. "I think it would drive me crazy as well."
We finished up our meal and sat there talking for probably another half hour before finally getting up to leave. Cody followed us back to Trent's house, where we left his car and then we drove to Joplin. We pointed out the approximate spot where we had hit the deer and then arrived at theater a little before two.
While the movie was really good, it was all perfectly predictable, so I won't spoil it for you. Let's just say there were lots of dinosaurs running around killing people and destroying a lot of property and leave it at that. I would recommend you go see it if you haven't already.
By the time the movie was over, everyone was hungry again. I know we just ate about four hours ago, but teenage boys tend to burn up a lot of energy. We finally decided to eat at the El Vallarta , a Mexican restaurant about a mile down the road from the movie theater.
The inside of the restaurant was decorated to almost make it feel like you were at a beach resort down in Mexico, with a kind of tiki bar I suppose you could call it, with fake palm trees everywhere. It was a really comfortable setting, the prices were reasonable, and best of all, we had a rather cute Hispanic boy as our waiter. He brought out two baskets of corn chips and four little bowls, along with salsa for dipping the chips in, then took our drink order while we looked at the menu.
"Nice butt," Cody said as the waiter walked away.
"He is kind of cute, isn't he," commented Chad.
We all agreed with that assessment of Jorge, our waiter. He arrived back with our drinks about five minutes later, then took our orders. The four of us sat there talking for the next twenty minutes before Jorge finally brought out our orders. Everything looked so good, but it always is at this place which is why Trent and I come here all the time.
We took our time eating, enjoying the good food and each other's company. Finally, over an hour later, we got up to leave, left a nice tip for Jorge, then paid our checks and headed home.
I led Trent back to his bedroom and locked the door behind us. This was it. After two weeks, him and I were going to go all the way tonight. It almost felt like it was going to be our first time all over again.
I gently pressed my lips against his and kissed him. We kicked off our shoes, pulled off our socks, then sank down onto the bed, kissing and feeling. We let our hands wander freely. We lay there like that for the longest time. It was maddening in a way, turning up my desire to a fever pitch. Even that was pleasurable, however… an exquisite torment. I loved being with him. I loved holding him, kissing him, and feeling him. Often, that was all we did, and it was still wonderful. But not tonight!
Trent climbed on top of me and lay full length upon me, gazing into my eyes. He pressed himself against me and I moaned. He was driving me crazy. I reached up, grabbed the waist band of his sweat pants, then slid them off his legs and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. I slipped my hands under his boxers and worked my down onto his cute little butt, caressing his naked skin. I kissed him again, then pushed his boxers down. I was still wearing my jeans and boxers, but he was completely naked. He was beautiful.
Wordlessly, he sat up and slowly undressed me. I watched him as he pulled my jeans down. Every movement he made was almost tortuous, arousing me to a fever pitch. In moments I was naked as well.
He lay down beside me. We turned, facing each other, and gazed into one another's eyes. A bead of sweat trickled down his chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered. "You sure you're ready?"
"I'm sure," he said quietly. "I've been wanting this for the last two weeks."
I smiled and brushed the hair out of his eyes.
"But, are you sure you're ready?" he teased.
"Oh god, yes!" I said, almost shouting.
He giggled at my obvious eagerness. So did I.
"Well, what are you waiting for then?"
I sat up, reached over into the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube he kept hidden in the drawer. He helped me apply it to both my dick and to his butt, and in a few seconds more we were ready. He put some pillows underneath himself, and lay face down on the mattress. I climbed on top of him, already breathing hard. Both of us cried out as I entered him.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, breathlessly.
"No," he said, gritting his teeth. "Just give me a few seconds to get used to it, okay."
I lay there, trying to keep completely still. The moments passed and my mind was spinning.
"Okay, Elliott," he said at last. "I'm ready… but take it slow."
I nodded and pressed in, as slowly as was humanly possible. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I'd never felt anything so wonderful before.
"How is it?" I asked, when I was all the way in.
"Oh, Elliott," he moaned, "it's incredible."
I began thrusting my hips in and out, while we both moaned with intense joy. I'd been fantasizing about this moment for the last two weeks and now it was finally happening. Trent and I loved each other with all our hearts and it multiplied the pleasure of our love making beyond belief.
I wanted it to last forever, but before I knew it, my hips were bucking out of control… and it was all over. I rolled off and fell to his side. He smiled at me and ran his finger over my heaving chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
My face felt hot and I know it was red.
"I'm embarrassed," I said in a low voice.
"Because, I didn't last very long," I said.
"You were wonderful," he said.
"Really," he said. "I wouldn't change a thing. And besides, I'm sure you'll last longer, much longer next time. It has been a couple of weeks after all."
"Mmm… next time." I said, grinning. "Now, it's your turn."
I pulled him to me and we kissed, then I lay down on the bed and anxiously waited.
An hour later, we made our way to the bathroom so we could take a nice hot shower. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, then we climbed into the tub, and kissed yet again. We washed all the cum and other stuff off our bodies, then I dropped down to my knees and made him moan once again, and he quickly returned the favor.
After that, we made our way back to his room. We closed the door and kissed yet again. My heart was so full of love for him that I thought it might burst. What had passed between us was more than just sex. I couldn't explain it. What Trent and I experienced together was almost spiritual. It made me feel closer to him than ever before.
We sank onto his bed, kissing and holding each other close. I loved the closeness, how his arms felt around me. His bare chest felt so good against my own. I wanted to take him again, but I don't know if I even can right now. Instead, I slipped my hands onto his bare butt and caressed it as he lay on top of me and explored my mouth with his tongue.
August, Two Months Later
Trent was practically bouncing with excitement as he climbed into his car.
"I can't believe the day is finally here," he said. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to get this fucking thing off my leg?"
I looked over and grinned at him, but immediately turned my attention back to driving.
"Not excited about it, are you?" I teased. "You've been bitching about it for almost three months."
The rest of the trip to the hospital was spent talking and laughing. We were both in a good mood as we pulled into the hospital parking lot and took a spot fairly close to the door. We then walked into the building in search of Doctor Edwards.
When we arrived at his office, we ran into one of the nurses who had helped the night of the accident. She immediately smiled when she saw the two of us and quickly walked up to us.
"Elliott! Doctor Edwards said you would be stopping by today with Trent," she said. "You're looking good, Trent. Much better than when I first met you."
He looked at her for a second before turning to me in confusion.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I don't think I know you," he said, turning a little pink with embarrassment.
She chuckled at his confusion.
"Well, I'd be more surprised if you did remember me, Trent," she said. "I was one of the nurses who helped take care of you the night of the accident. Doctor Edwards said you would be stopping by today to get the cast removed."
"Oh," he answered. "I don't really remember too much of anything from that night after hitting the deer." He turned a little redder as he turned towards me. "Just a few bits and pieces and small parts of conversations."
I cringed as I thought back to that day. I'm not really surprised that he doesn't remember that day. I'm a little fuzzy myself at times. We were both, but especially him, so doped up at the time, and I was half out of my mind with worry about him being so badly hurt. I had been afraid for a few hours that he might have been killed.
"So, where is the doctor?" I asked. "Trent is about ready to take a hammer to this cast to get out of it. I think we should probably try and prevent that if we can."
The nurse started laughing.
"I imagine he's in his office," she said. "Why don't you two go into that exam room there and I'll send him in."
"Thanks," I said. "Tell him to hurry. I don't know how long I can keep Trent's hands tied up."
He looked at me with a look of pure disgust, but then grinned.
"Ha, ha," he said in a flat monotone voice. "You are just so funny. Maybe I should break your leg and see how you like wearing one of these things!"
The nurse was laughing at both of us as she showed us into the exam room. Still laughing, she left to go find the doctor.
A few minutes later, Doctor Edwards came into the room, smiling broadly.
"Hey, boys!" he greeted us. "You're both looking good. Carol says you want to keep the cast on, Trent."
"Everyone's a comedian," Trent replied, grinning. "Will you please take this stupid thing off before I start banging it against Elliott's head to break it off."
"How did you know I was planning on using Elliott's head to bust off the cast?" the doctor asked, laughing. "It's the hardest, densest substance known to man."
"Hey!" I protested. "Why is everyone picking on me all of a sudden?"
The three of us laughed as Doctor Edwards quickly began cutting the cast away. Almost before the pieces were removed, Trent started scratching frantically at his leg, an expression of bliss crossing his face.
"Oh god!" he said. "I've wanted to do this for so long. It's been driving me crazy."
"Every patient does that same thing when I take off a cast," the doctor said, smiling. "Just make sure to stop before you start bleeding! And, you still need to take it easy for a few days. Give it time to get back in condition before you start running any marathons!"
"Thanks, Doctor Edwards," Trent said, sincerely. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me."
Doctor Edwards shook both our hands in parting and we headed towards the parking lot. Trent wanted to drive, but I wasn't sure if he should, especially in Joplin with all the traffic. I drove us out of the city, then pulled over and we switched out. Less than an hour later he was pulling the car into the driveway at his house.
"My parents shouldn't be home for another two hours," he announced as soon as we walked into the house. "We have time to…"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence as I quickly pulled him towards his room. We quickly pulled off each other's shirts and he reached out and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. I pulled his sweat down to his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them.
"I guess I won't have to wear those anymore," he said.
"Thank god!" I said. "You look so much better in a pair of tight blue jeans."
We dropped our boxers and were standing there completely butt ass naked. For the first time in close to three months we didn't have to worry about that stupid cast getting in the way and we intended to make up for lost time.
He held me tightly in his warm embrace and started kissing lightly along my jawline. He slowly worked his way up to my ears and nipped lightly at the earlobes, making me giggle slightly. I shifted a little and couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be a little thicker and longer than normal. God! I was so tempted to just reach down and grab him, but I used my will power to resist. I could feel my own growing erection and I shifted slightly again so I would be rubbing against him.
He continued to nuzzle at my cheeks and his hands were running lazy circles around my chest and stomach. I felt a slight shudder in my body every time his fingers ran up my ribs and he smiled slightly.
"Are we feeling a bit energetic," I teased, as I started rubbing my body along his.
"Oh, god!" he groaned. "No, we aren't feeling a little bit energetic. We're feeling fucking horny as hell! I'm about ready to explode here!"
I started kissing down his throat and running my hands over every square inch of his flesh I could reach. I started kissing and nibbling down his chest, causing his entire body to tremble. When I reached his stomach and started to proceed further down, he grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I looked up questioningly.
"Elliott," he nearly moaned. "You've got to… you…" He struggled to get the words out between gasps. "I'm going to lose it if you uh… if you suck me." He turned bright pink at those words, but he continued. "I won't last two seconds. It's been too long since I last, uh, well, you know."
I grinned at him.
"You haven't cum since the last time I gave you a blow job?" I asked directly, smiling as he turned even brighter red and shook his head no. "Good! Then this one won't take too long and I can give you another later."
His eyes went wide and a little wild and I grinned again, then swallowed him to the hilt.
Trent's entire body convulsed as he let out a loud groan as he flopped his head back into the pillows. True to his prediction, he began shooting and his hips were thrusting involuntarily. His hands had still not left my shoulders and I could feel his fingers begin to tighten almost painfully into my skin. I kept on sucking lapping up every drop, causing him to groan and shudder almost continuously.
I continued licking and sucking long after his orgasm had passed, and finally he had to grab at my shoulders again to pull me off his super sensitive dick.
"Please, Elliott," he begged. "It's too intense. My dick is so sensitive right now that your touch almost hurts."
I reluctantly released the hold my mouth had on his dick and I grinned as I slowly started kissing and nibbling my way back up his stomach and chest. His body was still trembling in the aftermath and his breath was coming in sharp gasps. But, even so, I noticed that he still had not lost his erection. If anything, it seemed even harder than before I started.
I finally made my way up to his mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately. I kept my hands continuously running over his body, lightly stroking my fingers against his sensitive skin. He reached for my throbbing dick. I groaned as he grabbed me and started slowly moving his hand up and down my shaft.
He started to lightly run his fingers up and down my sides, tickling me slightly even as we continued kissing passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I could feel myself shuddering and my breath was coming in gasps. Slowly, he began kissing his way down my quivering body, his fingers still tickling my ribs. I was moaning the entire time and my head was thrashing slowly from side to side.
He slowly licked my shaft from base to tip. I sat halfway up before flopping back down again. He seemed to be really getting into the response he was generating in me, and I was getting a charge just from watching him. Slowly, he licked around and around just the head, generating another loud moan from me. Then he began slowly sucking on the tip of my dick, slowly working his way down the shaft. Once he had taken me entirely into his mouth, he paused for a few seconds, lightly sucking. Then, he began to slowly pull his mouth up and down my shaft and I groaned once again.
My entire body was covered in sweat and I was gasping for breath. I once again began thrusting my hips forward involuntarily. I knew he didn't realize what I was doing, but I was in effect fucking his mouth and that thought turned me on more than I thought imaginable. I forcefully thrust one final time and then cried out something that sort of sounded like his name, before shooting.
He continued to lick and suck until my dick began to soften. He then began to kiss his way back up my quivering body until he was fact to face with me once again. I grinned back and kissed him tenderly, before pulling him into a tight embrace. He cuddled up to my chest, nuzzling softly at me. We continued to make out for several more minutes, until it was almost time for his parents to come home. We reluctantly pulled apart and made our way into the bathroom for a quick shower, before I left for home.
We quickly finished up in the shower and stepped out to dry off. I quickly combed my hair and we went back into the bedroom to get dressed. As I pulled on my clothes, I realized that I'd have to hurry. We intended to be waiting for his parents in the living room when they got home. They knew what we got up to when they weren't around and were mostly cool with it, but at the same time, Trent didn't want to just throw it in their faces. It's the same with my parents; they know, but it's just something everyone pretends not to know about, and we certainly don't talk about it.
Almost before we knew it, Monday arrived, signaling the first day of a new school year. Both Trent and I will be seniors this year and will be graduating before I know it. I still haven't figured out exactly what I want to do after high school, but I want to be with Trent if at all possible. I know things change after high school and we may not stay together, but at least I'll have had almost two years with him.
It's been one hell of a summer, that's for sure. A part of me hates to see it end, but at the same time, we managed to get through it okay, even considering the accident. I wish it had never happened, but I also think it brought Trent and I closer together, what with me having to help take care of him.
At least school is back to normal now, more or less anyway. No more wearing a mask or having it canceled altogether because of COVID. It sucked having to stay home and do all that computer-based school. I missed seeing all my friends and my boyfriend every day. Thankfully that's hopefully all over now.
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