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| When I was in my early twenties I was involved in aserious motorcycle crash and spent nearly a year in the hospital, eight monthsof that year, in a coma. I 'd been thrown from the motorcycle when I wasforced to stop suddenly to avoid a horse and rider. As I was lying on theground more than a bit broken and battered, the horse bolted and I wastrampled by its hooves, sustaining what I was told was a serious head injury.It took many long months for me to recover. Fortunately, I was wearing a helmet otherwise I wouldhave been killed. As it was, I ended up on life support for several months. Iwas always expected to survive, albeit with possible brain damage. Myinjuries were numerous, both internal and external. I had numerous fractures inboth arms and both legs, all of my ribs were broken and so were my neck and myback. I was literally covered from head to toe in heavy plaster casts and ahuge plaster and plastic neck brace that connected to a metal halowhich was attached by screws to my head, leaving only enough flesh exposedto run various lifegiving lines in and out of me. I was told all this some months later while I wasstill recovering in the hospital. All I can remember on my own, is that momentof terror familiar to anybody who has ever been involved in a crash where you realise that there is nothing you can do to prevent disaster. After that,I can only remember blackness... My first waking memory is altogether different. Iheard voices whispering and at first thought I was in a dream. That kaleidoscopeof illogical events that somehow seems to make sense. Like when gradually youwake up and realise that the siren sound in your ear is not a helicopter or agiant killer mosquito but the alarm clock ordering youto get up and go to work. I must have groaned because I heard the voices stop and then oneof them spoke. "Don't worry - he often makes those groaning noisesbut he's definitely in a deep coma, poor bastard" then there was somesnickering. "Must have been one hell of a crack-up. They say he'll be in that bodycastfor at least a year. I can't believe all the plaster they've used to putthis guy back together. The only thing they didn't plaster is his cock!" "Letme hold it" said a second voice. I was conscious of something touching me but I wasunable to move. I could hear the words they were saying, but they weren'tquite registering with me. Slowly I was realizing that something really bad must have happened to me and I must be in a hospital and restrained by casts onwhat seemed like, all of my limbs. As my thoughts became clearer, I squintedout of the corner of my eye. It was blurry but, I could see two young menin hospital uniforms. Were they doctors or orderlies? I couldn't be sure.They were both very attractive and I realised that one of them was holdingmy penis. Somehow, I had the good sense to say nothing andpretended to still be unconscious. I suppose if one is going to wake from acoma, in a full bodycast, this is the way to have it happen. I felt myforeskin being rolled back and felt my dick going stiff. "God, I love theway they go stiff. It makes me go rock hard", one of them said. They both laughed some more "Did you really put it inyour mouth? Do you think he can feel it? Do you think he can feelanything?" The other said, "I heard he'd probably be a vegetable if he even wakes upand that almost every bone in his body was broken. He's been here for morethan 6 months and hasn't woken once. It's amazing because they have to turn himevery few hours and keep changing all those bags and tubes." If someoneshoved a tube up my cock to collect my piss, you can bet I'd wake up." Theother said "I have to change his catheter tube, every other day, that's whenI play with his cock. I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel it, but it probablydoesn't do him any harm, either. I'd want someone to do the same for me, if Iwas all smashed up like this guy." "The head nurse will fire you if she findsout what you've ..." "I told you. She can't do anything - I saw her in thesupply room with that janitor guy.... you know, the one who .." "Mop man?Shit, is he banging her?" "Yea - he's done everybody. She looked as guiltyas hell when she saw me watching them." "Okay let's get busy here, thatcock is calling me" "Jeez. Lock the door" "I've already locked it, ... nobody'llknow. It's really a lovely huge cock" "All right, hurry up." I couldn't believe I was hearing all this talk. Theytalked about me like I wasn't really there or was just some object to beplayed with. I wondered how long I would be like this, at anyone's mercy andunable to to move. By now, I had realized that my mouth was wired shut and Icouldn't have called out, if I had wanted to. Then, I heard a lot ofrustling and I could see both of them were half undressed and semi-erect. My guesswas that the two had spent the last hour or so engaged in mutualmasturbation and I was the dessert, so to speak. Just the thought of what theymight have planned, made my dick harden. My mind drifted for a while as I remembered: Gentleprobing kisses and soft sighs, a long slim finger tip sliding, oh so slowly,along the front of soft damp fabric. Reaching up and sliding back down underthe tight waistband. Excited flesh and matted damp hair. Hot mouths wideand hungry tongues clashing wetly. Openings explored by finger tips.Urgent fingers fumbling on hidden catches. Clothes discarded - two naked urgentbodies fondling and sliding. Pressure building, balls flopping, belliesslapping, fingers probing, pressing, pulling, mouths sucking, squeezing.Biting, pounding. Rocking, thudding. Arms gripping and holding,wrestling, desperate. Mounting fever, gasping, shrieking, twitching, neck breaking,hot slippery sweat. Fighting to hold on and then long sighing release.Arms relaxing, limbs untwining, crushed wet fingers and rabid tonguesthrust and withdrawn. Gentle hugs and kisses and whispered words. Then whispers,kisses and sleep. Stretching and waking. Washing, coffee, legs,companionable peace and morning newspapers. A smile and a friendly kiss. And then aflash, a hot twinge. A cupped ball, a sigh, fondled taut nipple sucked, asurge of wetness. Urgent holding, engorged dicks and balls pulled andpummelled. Tongues hot and probing between wanton legs ..... sweaty coupling intangled damp sheets. This had been my life before, would I ever know thosefeelings again? Now I was some crippled freak encased in armcasts andlegcasts and a bodycast with two oversexed strangers planning to have their waywith me. One of them stood back, uncertain how to proceed. Thetwo young men pulled back the covers so that my rampant cock was fullyexposed. Finally, one of them got up onto the bed and put one leg on eitherside of me while facing the head of the bed. In the process he reached back tospread the lips of his asshole. He lowered himself carefully until the purpletip of my dick was just lodged in the dark cleft of his ass. After beingwithout sensation for so long, all I wanted to do in that moment was tothrust upwards but (luckily, I suppose) the cast held me totally still.Suddenly he pulled his shirt off over his head and he was naked above me. Icould see the perspiration run down his chest. The other one steppedforward "Let me" he said. The other fellow began to fondle him, pullingand squeezing his dick. He put his other hand down between the first guy'slegs, touching my dick in the process. Suddenly the first guy dropped himselfall the way down on my dick with all of his weight, until he was right upagainst the tops of my legcasts. I could feel his balls just graze the smallarea of exposed skin near the tops of my thighs and I could feel thedelicious tight heat of his asshole as it engulfed the purple head of my hardeneddick. He was fucking himself on me - sliding up and down while the otherone massaged his dick and balls. He was a real expert and managed to withdrawjust the right amount, so that my dick would almost come out of his asshole, butnot quite. Each time, I felt the grip of his muscles around the rim of mydick as he withdrew, followed by the gorgeous slide back in as he forced meto penetrate him again and again. Whether it was his sheer guiltyexcitement in that moment or something else, I don't know, but after only a fewminutes he started gasping and then with a few really hard thrusts began totwitch and jerk, while my dick was still inside him. Suddenly, he froze and thencame on my belly and gave a long sigh. After a few seconds he slid off meand onto the floor, where he lay panting. Meanwhile the other guy was busymasturbating. Unfortunately, he still had his scrub pants on and allI could see was his hand working away between his legs. Suddenly he cameand then lay down on the floor and hugged the first guy. There was a lot ofsoft whispering and I sensed that they were kissing and fondling each other,but I couldn't see. After ten minutes or so they got up and stood lookingat my dick. "His cock's still quite hard, almost as hard as hiscasts. Do you want a go?" "I wouldn't mind", he said. "I love the way theplaster feels against my skin. Do you think he'll ever wake up or walk again?""I don't know, but at least his cock isn't broken", said the other, andthere was more laughing. He leaned over and began to tease the tip of my cock withhis tongue which rapidly responded. "Never fails!" he said and theyboth laughed some more. He straddled me and I was surprised to see that hisdick and balls were completely hairless, it looked like they had beenmeticulously shaved. I'd never seen anything like it before. He lowered himselfcarefully so that the tip of my dick was in the crack of his ass and pusheddown very hard. "Damn" he said impatiently "It won't go in ..." The other guyleaned forward to help and this time he pushed even harder and suddenly itplopped in. It was a really tight fit and as he moved up and down the skinof my cock moved with it. Whether he was dry inside or just very tight, Idon't know, but the other fellow came to the rescue and gripped my cock at thebase pulling the skin right down. This time it slid tightly in and out ofhis asshole. In a few seconds the friction was too much and I came. Withenormous self control I managed not to gasp or groan and just lay therequietly as my penis rapidly deflated. "Shit! I hate it when that happens ..." hewhispered urgently. The other one laughed "I'll finish you off" He lay downbeside me and the other went to work between the other one's legs. After aminute he took over himself and his hand was a blur as he masturbatedhimself to orgasm. Suddenly, he let out a long sigh and lay back. Therewas some laughter and they started to clean me up and there was somerearranging of my covers. "No." I heard one of them say "Leave the covers off,I want to have another go and then I have to put his catheter tube back in.""Good God man," replied the other "you're insatiable!" With that they startedthe process of making love to me all over again until I came likegangbusters, once again. This time, I couldn't help but groan. But by now,apparently emboldened by his orgasms, I heard one tell the other, that "...comapatients often make involuntary noises and eye movements and not toworry", I guess especially since it only added to his excitement. I heard him sayto the other, "The Doctor said he may not regain conciousness for months,if at all and so I think we should make this a regular stop on our roundsand give this poor unfortunate fellow what little comfort we can.Anyway, it's not like he could run away, even if he were conscious, not inthose great big casts. Believe me, we're actually doing the poor bastard agreat favor. Next time I think we should take a crack at his ass. I've had togive him an enema a couple of times and believe me his plastered ass isripe for the taking. With that, he replaced the catheter, checked andchanged all the bags and tubes that were going in and out of me. Then theyunlocked the door and went out into the corridor. I counted the minutes untiltheir next visit... |
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