As a hospital volunteer I was supposed to bring the cart around with candy, soda, and magazines for the patients. If asked to, I would write a letter for them, or read to them if they were unable to do so for themselves. That's the situation I found myself in this day. A 20-something year old guy was bedridden following a serious car accident. He was in a rather large neck brace and had both his legs and both his arms in casts. Apparently, he had tried to brace himself for the crash. His legs were in heavy casts which covered the whole of his legs up to his crotch with just the tips of his toes peeking out and were suspended in slings hanging slightly above the bed. His arms were casted from his fingertips to his shoulders and each arm cast was connected to a cast that went completely around his chest. The bodycast around his torso had two purposes, it held his arms in the best position to heal and also kept him from further injuring his ribs. His arms were outstretched like a mummy waiting for a hug. I had never seen anything like it. He was completely helpless.
He was a good looking guy and about my age so I found myself spending maybe a little more time than usual talking to him daily. I never heard him mention a girl friend, and I never asked. This particular day when I walked in to visit he asked "Could you please write a letter for me? Normally, I wouldn't ask, but as you can see my penmanship may not be at its best these days". I thought it was so sweet, the way he asked, of course I said yes, and sat down beside the bed to begin writing down his words.
He started slowly, a little embarrassed, I think, to be telling me his private thoughts "last night I had a dream about you, and I realized how much I miss being able to touch you while I'm here in the hospital. I dreamed you had come home from work tired from a very rough day. You walked in and collapsed on the couch with a big sigh, and closed your eyes. I told you a neck rub would help and came and sat next you and put my hands on your shoulders and began to rub gently, kneaded your strong shoulders and easing away your troubles. I did the same for your neck and then reached around to the front of your white cotton shirt and began to unbutton it. I could feel your chest rising and falling with each breath as I uncovered it. I let my palms rub your chest and let my fingers run up and down your back." I found myself getting a little excited while writing his words, my breathing started to get heavy and I felt myself getting hard. I looked at him there lying very still on the bed, in that plaster prison and tried to reconcile the tender thoughts that I was hearing with the stone encased creature right beside me. He continued, "My hands reached around your chest, I massaged you slowly, letting my fingers circle, until my fingers found your nipples. I took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched very gently, just enough to make you sigh, then I rubbed each fingertip over your hardening nipple. You rose from the couch to stand before me, I bury my face in your chest and began kissing soft open mouth kisses on one side, then the other while my hands rubbed the small of your back. I put my mouth over one nipple and began to softly suckle the nipple, letting my tongue flick at the hard little pebble it had become."
My own briefs were now wet and my hand was shaking, I was imagining him doing these things to me, I could feel my own nipples hardened under my volunteer uniform and wondered if he noticed they were straining against the white fabric, wanting to be touched. He continued, "While I sucked your nipples, my cock hardened in my pants wanting to feel your touch, but I wanted you to feel relaxed after your tough day so I continued covering your chest with wet kisses and little love bites. My hands moved to your trousers and unzipped them and let them fall to the floor, your boxers, already stained with excitement, slid down your legs easily, leaving you naked before me. My hands began to knead your tight ass cheeks while my mouth found the hard, damp with sweat, space between your legs and began to lick your cock and balls. You spread your legs so my tongue could find its way to your asshole, then I licked it and played with it. I held your cock gently between my teeth while you moaned and held my face closer to your crotch. " I didn't know how much more I could take, this guy had me hot and hard, I knew my briefs were sticky with pre-cum and as soon as he was finished with this letter I was planning to head for a quiet place to masturbate. A place where I could think of him, so beautiful and helpless, and all I would do for him, if he let me.
He continued, "As I write this from my hospital bed unable to move even an inch, my cock has hardened and it longs for your fingers and lips. My nine inches ache for relief but because of the way these casts confine me, I can't provide it for myself, I wish you were here to put your hand under these sheets and take my balls in your hand. They are swollen with cum, ready to fill your mouth. I wish I could feel your hand stroke my cock up and down and feel your warm mouth around the head of my dick and have you suck it between your lips."
I looked at him, and he was perfectly still, save for the tent rapidly rising from beneath the sheet between his casted legs. I couldn't help myself, I put the pad and pen down and reached under the sheet, his cock was huge, and rock hard. His balls were swollen with cum, I cupped them in one hand and felt their full weight. He continued to speak softly about what he wanted done to his dick, so I took my cues from him. I pulled the sheet back and let his cock spring free, I could just get my fingers around it's girth, it was the biggest cock I had ever seen. I stroked it for a few minutes and then leaned my face in to take the head between my lips. His voice told me exactly what to do......I let my tongue circle the head making it wet with my saliva while my hand pumped slowly up and down. His cock was slick now with my saliva and let as much as I could pass my lips, I found I was able to almost take the whole nine inches. My head bobbed up and down on this huge shaft of meat while my hands rubbed him and massaged his large hairy balls. It was amazing with each touch, I could feel both flesh and plaster. As I massaged him with one hand I ran the other across his plastered chest and shoulders. As I manipulated his cock and balls my forearm rubbed against the tops of his leg casts, giving me a slight friction burn. I could hear him telling me to take it all deep in my throat, and so I did, sucking it deep into my warm mouth, squeezing the balls gently. His balls began to tighten up and I knew he would cum soon. I could feel him straining against the weight of the casts, wanting to thrust. I told him to relax and let me do all the work and when he did, the warm gush shot to the back of my throat and I swallowed as much as I could, the rest spilled out on his cock and balls. I licked him clean and sucked on his cock until it fell against his belly empty, even soft it was a huge snake of skin, and I wondered how it would feel inside my asshole. I was a little embarrassed when I finally looked up at his face, but he smiled at me and said thank you. I asked to whom the letter should be sent and he smiled and said "it was meant for you all along, I want to make love to you when I am recovered, I want to taste your body and feel your skin against mine". He gets released in a few weeks, until then I'll have to satisfy myself with blowjobs, which is definitely my plan.
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