Spring came early this year and I revealed in the warm weather.  Living only a short distance from a large community college was also beneficial because college students came out doors to enjoy the new season and nothing was more beautiful than seeing these great looking guys in sweats or even shorts as they jogged or bladed around the neighborhood.  I quickly learned that every Tuesday evening and Saturday afternoon, I should hang around the nearby park because about a dozen handsome studs would gather for a game of pickup football.  Personally, I found the Saturday games best because if the weather was warm, one team invariably played topless.

That's when I saw Tommy for the first time.  Tommy wasn't the best looking one on the field and he wasn't built like some of the others but there was just a cute "aw shucks" country boy attitude about him that attracted me to him.  Tommy was tall, about six foot four, more lanky than built.  He had what could best be described as a thick, curly and unruly mop of blond hair.  His blue eyes sparkled and his smile was always there and always warm.  Although he seemed shy, he was anything but.  He was a very gregarious guy, always laughing and enjoying himself.

So far, Tommy only wore sweats but in two Saturday afternoon games, he went topless.  If he had any hair on his chest, it was too light to see next to his pale skin.  Because of his height, Tommy was always a receiver and his agility would amaze me.  His long loping strides would have in cover half the field in no time at all.

As mid-April approached and exam time crowded in, the games disappeared for a while.   Occasionally, there would be a handful of guys tossing the ol' pigskin around but nothing more than that.  It was nearly 3 weeks before the guys got together for one of the last games before school was out.  I arrived just as the game started but for some reason, Tommy wasn't there.  I thought perhaps that he might have had an exam that day.  Then I was stopped dead in my tracks.  I saw Tommy enter the park by a path that cut through the trees that separated it from the college.  What caught me off guard however was the fact that Tommy was walking on crutches.  He wore a pair of black sweat pants and a golden yellow hooded sweatshirt.  I looked down and saw a white cast on his right foot.  Once he had come into the park, he stopped, looked to either side of him and headed to his right.  He came around the end of the field, striding confidently on his crutches.  He carried his leg in front of him with his knee bent.  I couldn't tell if the cast he wore was only knee length or went above his knee.  Not that it mattered too much, I just wanted this cute guy for myself.  When he reached the side of the field I was on, he paused a moment then sat on the lower bench of the bleachers.  He leaned his crutches next to his leg and then lifted his leg and rested it on the crutches.   Before anyone could grab the spot next to him, I bounded down the seats and came up behind him.

"Tommy," I asked, rather incredulously.

"Hey, Chris.  How's it goin', man?"

I ignored his question.  "Tommy, what the hell happened, man?"

He looked at his leg then looked at me.  When our eyes met, he smiled and said, "I wrecked it pretty badly.  Didn't you know?"

"Hell, no.  I haven't seen you or the guys for nearly 3 weeks.  So what happened?"

"Well, you remember that great hot Saturday we had a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we decided to hold our game down at the beach rather than here.  At one point I jumped up to catch the ball and as I came down, my ankle turned in the sand.  If that was just me, I'd probably have ended up with a busted ankle, but I wasn't alone.  John Graham from the other team was hot on my heels.  As I went down he crashed into me.  With his weight on top of me, my ankle virtually shattered and to make things worse, his knee rammed into my calf and as we hit the ground his knee drove into my tibia just below my knee and busted the tibia pretty good.  I've been in hospital since then.  They operated four

times on my leg.  I gotta back in, in 3 months so they can reconstruct my ankle.  I got out on Wednesday, so here I am."

"O wow, man, that's pretty rough.  I guess it's not going to much of a summer for you like that."  I tried to be sympathetic with him while at the same time thinking of how hot he looked.

Tommy looked around and there were now a few people sitting around him.  He leaned over and whispered, "Can we get out of here?  There's something I wanna tell you."

"Sure, if you think you can make it, my place is about 3 blocks from here."

Before I knew it, he was up and balanced on his crutches.  I slipped onto his right side and we started across the park to the street where my house was located.  Since there were quite a few people in the park, Tommy kept the talk small. 

When we had reached my house, I said, "Do you wanna sit out here or do you wanna go inside and talk?"

"Let's sit out here."

"You wanna beer or a pop or something?"

"If it's cold, I'll take a beer."

When I had returned, he was sitting on the top step with his casted leg resting on the lower step, his knee still bent, prompting me to presume his cast went above his knee.  I handed him a beer and sat beside him.

As he took a drink, I said, "So what did you want to talk about?"

He turned his head to study me and then began, "You were wrong back there in the park."

"About what?"

"My condition and the kind of summer I'll have."

"What do you mean?"  I would be surprised by his answer.

"Chris, I expect to have a great summer while I'm like this.  This is a dream come true for me.  Ever since I was about 8 years old, I've wanted to be in a cast and use crutches."

I was surprised.  "Are you serious?"

"When I was 8, one of the guys in my class broke his leg.  When he came to school on crutches with a cast like I've got now, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I did what I could to spend as much time with him as I could.  When I started high school, I met a guy and we quickly became the best of friends.  During March break he broke his leg skiing.  When school started, I looked after him.  I carried his books from class to class, helped him at lunchtime and generally kept him company.  On weekends, I would go to his place and we would tentatively study.  Thing was, while we were in his bedroom, the only thing we studied was each other.   He loved it when I sucked on his toes and of course, he went nuts the first time I gave him a blow job.  But that cast really turned me on.  I loved the feel of the plaster next to my skin.  When I walked with him or watched him on his crutches I would get hard and he knew it.  Sometimes he would seemingly strut around on his crutches just to drive me wild.  Our time together while he was casted, got me to thinking I might be gay or at least bi-sexual.  The other thing was, he would tell me how great it was to wear a cast and use crutches.  After that, I definitely knew I wanted to be in a cast and use crutches.  There were times when that was all I could think about.  I just didn't have the guts to try anything foolish to break my own leg.  During our last year of high school, we knew we would be ending our relationship because he would be leaving in June to move out west to go to university.  Then during Christmas break he went skiing and again busted his leg.  He told me that was his going away present.  I tell you Chris, the next five months of his recovery were absolute heaven.  We were inseparable, both in and out of bed.  I kept the memory of that time alive when I took lots of pictures of him in his cast.  Ever since, I've secretly wished I could be casted.  So I want to make the best of this experience.  I just wish I had someone to share it with."

I threw my arm around him, pulled him tight to me kissed him in the middle of his mop of hair and then said, "Tommy, I want to be the one you share this experience with.  I've been attracted to guys in casts about as long as you have.  I've even pictured you in a cast.  When I saw you enter the park like this, I wanted to rush over and throw my arms around you.  I think you look absolutely HOT!"

"You mean you've wanted me to break my leg?"

"No way, man.  I wouldn't wish a broken leg on any one.  I wanted to tell you that I thought you'd look great in a cast and just put a recreational cast on your leg.  I mean, I'm sorry you've busted your leg but, like you, I figure since you are casted lets enjoy it."

"You really mean it?  You think I look good in a cast?"

"No, Tommy I don't think you look good in that cast.  I think you look hot and sexy."

Tommy threw his arms around me, hugged me tightly and said, "If only I knew this earlier."

"Me too," I replied.  "Now, there's something we gotta do."

"What's that?"

"Will you let me cut off that pant leg and show the world all of your cast?"

"As long as you make certain it's only the pant leg you cut off."

As I stood up, I rubbed his head as if I were petting a dog.  Gawd, that mess of hair felt good in my fingers.  I returned with a pair of scissors, knelt at his foot, kissed his toes then started cutting.  I went as high up his leg as I could.  That's when I saw that the cast not only extended above his knee but also went right up to his groin.  I finished removing the pant leg and said, "Now, that's much better.  If you're going to wear a long cast, you shouldn't hide it under a pant leg."

Tommy grabbed me and pulled me on top of him and kissed me passionately.  At that moment it didn't matter that we were in full view of the world.  I only knew and felt Tommy in my arms, nothing else mattered to either of us.  A noise in the background brought us back.  So I helped him up and led him inside.  There wasn't any question where we were headed.

Once I got him into the bedroom, I slipped the sneaker off of his foot and pulled down his pants.  He wasn't wearing briefs.  Next, carefully balancing and being supported by me, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head.  When he had dropped it to the floor, we embraced and began kissing again.  Then we paused long enough for me to strip.  His body felt good against mine; his cast felt even better.  I helped him carefully onto the bed and then lay on top of him.  He lay with his legs spread apart. I began kissing and licking his face then slid down and began to cover his chest with kissed.  I paused long enough to nibble on his cute nipples.  As I kissed his chest, he lightly held me in his arms.

Then I looked lovingly into his hungry eyes and smiled.  I moved to his hardened dick, the pre-cum beginning to trickle out.  As I moved, the dick fell against his stomach and I licked the bottom of it.  I paused because I could have sworn I heard him purring like a cat.   I smiled to myself and then took his woody into my mouth.  Slowly I slid my mouth down his shaft, stopping only when the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat.  Then I began slowly licking and sucking enjoying each stroke and feeling his passion building.  Just as he was about to cum into my mouth, I paused.  I removed his dick from my mouth and began to kiss his throbbing member.  As he moaned softly, I then put his dick back in my mouth and finally brought him to an explosive climax.  Rather than swallowing his juices, I moved up and spread them on his stomach with my tongue.   Then I moved up, licking him from navel to neck in one long stroke then began kissing him again.  I soon felt a wave of fatigue come over me.  So I paused and rolled over to his right.  Lying on my back, I lifted my left leg and rubbed his cast with my bare foot.  His cast was cool and hard and felt wonderful against my skin.

I turned my head to him and saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh, Tommy, what's wrong did I hurt you?"

He shook his head. 

"Then what's wrong, babe?"

Between the tears he said, "I want to do that to you, but I can't.  I never realised this cast won't let me get on top of you."

I kissed his wet cheeks and said, "O, my poor beautiful baby.  Don't cry my lover.  So you can't lie on top of me.  We'll just learn to be creative that's all.  You don't think I'm going to let you have all the pleasure just because you're in a cast?"

"But what can I do?"

I thought for a moment, then smiled at him.  "Sit up," I said.  So Tommy sat up and was in the middle of the bed, his legs spread eagle.  I got up, put some pillows behind him and had him shift himself back to sit with his back against the pillows.  When he was comfortable I straddled him on my knees.  My now hardened dick was in his face.  Suddenly he realised it would be possible for him to give me a blowjob.  As soon as he saw this, a big smile creased his face and he opened his mouth.  Taking my dick into his mouth he began to gently suck it.  While he sucked me, I held his head in my hands and helped him stroke my dick by moving his head toward and away from me.  It definitely wasn't conventional but it worked beautifully.  When I had exploded in his mouth, I looked down at him, smiled and said, "Any more problems, sunshine?'  He smiled back and said, "Nope."  I leaned down and kissed him on the head, then carefully moved beside him, helped him to lie down and lay beside him.  I lay on my side facing him and draped my arm across his chest.  Soon we had fallen asleep like this.  I had not felt contentment as I did that day.  We slept for about 2 hours.

When I awoke a few hours later, I looked at Tommy and saw a look of peace and innocence on his face.  I knew then, that cast or no cast, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.  I leaned toward him and kissed him softly on the cheek.  He stirred but didn't waken.  I managed to slip out of bed without waking him.  I crept silently into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.  After 5 minutes, I did the typical guy thing, soaped my dick and gave myself a hand job.  It wasn't difficult when I was thinking of the cute guy lying in my bed.  When I stepped out of the shower, I dried off and wrapped the thick terry cloth towel around my waist.  Tommy was awake when I came back to the bed.  I bent down and kissed him.  I patted his sticky tummy and offered him a sponge bath.  He giggled and nodded his acceptance of my offer.  Rubbing his long sinewy body with a wet cloth did wonders for our dicks.  Of course, I couldn't help but give him another blowjob.  Then I finished washing and drying him.  I helped him into his track pants and slipped the sweatshirt over his head.  Instead of combing or brushing his wild hair, he simply shook his head.  I then helped him out of bed and led him to the living room.