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| by SoccerSocks16 |
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| I remember the first day I met him. I was 6 and in the schoolyard with the rest of my mates. Thomas had just transferred from another school and since we were a fairly large group we asked him to join us. He was your average 6-year-old, nothing special, except for his short arm plaster cast of course, I was drawn to it, but didn't know why. In fact I never really thought of that day again until I was 13. That was when I found PoP, it was amazing, suddenly everything fell into place and I realized I wasn't a freak, and I also realized why I'd been so drawn to Thomas, because of his cast. Of course all through the time I had known him until then he seemed to be ALWAYS sporting an arm cast. By the time he was 13 he had broken his arm on 6 different occasions and loved nothing more then to talk to me about it. I remember saying how I had never had a cast and he said it odd, I took it further by saying I'd like to, he didn't seem in anyway surprised at that which just made me want to grab him and kiss him. But I didn't. Everything changed after I turned 16 though. I was finally coming to terms with my sexuality and ready to come out to Thomas, really hoping he'd come out to me in return. We were living in the same house now because my parents had moved to France and I stayed behind to finish up school, Tom's parents kindly took me in and gave me my own room next to his, I was in heaven. I used to go up to their attic when he wasn't in and play around with his old arm casts, imagining I was in them, even that he was in them. I say I hoped he would come out to me because I really did think he was gay, in fact I knew it. I just wasn't sure whether he would want to be confronted with it or not. As time wore on my growing attraction to him grew stronger and I was falling in love with him. Of course what wasn't to love? He was very athletic, 5ft 8, 140 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, ironically enough, my stats exactly the same, that's probably why people always thought we were brothers. The night of his 16th birthday party was great, a bunch of us were on the town, most of us drunk, and Thomas could hardly walk straight. Of course that didn't stop him from noticing the BMW flag on a local dealership. He decided he'd climb up on the roof and get it. We all cheered him on, and when he actually got it we thought it was great. But on his way down he slipped and fell. Suddenly everyone seemed to sober up. We debated what to do but eventually one of the guys rang for an ambulance on his cell phone. Thomas was awake but in agony, and his legs looked to be severely deformed. I went in the ambulance with him, he held my hand the whole way there, I didn't even think about him in a sexual nature because I was so worried. He was quite high from the painkillers they gave him but I knew they weren't completely blocking out the pain. I waited for what seemed like days, until they told me I could go into his room to see him, and when I did I my heart skipped a beat. There he was lying on his back, in two full-length black fiberglass casts, and what did I do? Feel incredibly guilty about being so happy about the situation and went to the toilets and cried. I felt awful, but when I returned he was in such good spirits I realized it hadn't affected him mentally at all, for the time being anyway. As I sat there with him my mind began racing as I realized that I was going to tell him, no matter what while he was in these casts, I was going to tell him. =================== Two weeks had passed since the accident and I was quite used to the idea of him in casts. Every night was the same for me, I'd lie in bed and imagine Thomas in bed next door. In my head we did everything together but during those first two weeks we did hardly anything. Thomas' younger brother, Jason got the task of caregiver. He reluctantly moved into Thomas' room and helped with everything. I was so jealous but never offered to help in case it seemed weird. But Jason was growing tired of the situation very fast and not a day passed when a row didn't break out why he had to look after his brother. Anyway, the family holiday was approaching fast. They were due to spend a week in a holiday centre and were planning on leaving that Friday. By Wednesday everyone was afraid to mention it. I was hoping they would go because it meant I would have the house to myself but no one knew if Thomas could come. His mum rang the park on Wednesday evening after Jason badgered her. While Thomas was upstairs asleep she told everyone that their holiday was canceled because the centre had no wheelchair facilities. Immediately the most obvious plan popped into my head. So I went up and woke Thomas, and broke the news to him. "Hey that's a good thing, a week with them away from home is all I need!" he said. "Yeah I know but they are gonna resent you a little bit because it is the only time they can all get away this year. What if you stayed here with me and you convinced them to go... Think of the parties, and we'll have no problem getting drink! It would be so cool." I couldn't believe I had suggested it but I knew by the look in his face he was all for it. Then came the hard part. It was me who talked to his mother about it. While we were in the kitchen I asked would my mother be able to stay next week as she was coming back to see how things were going. It was a big lie but we knew alone we'd never be allowed stay there with Thomas the way he was. She said that was no problem, which worried me slightly because if they still didn't go away how was I going to explain my mother's absence? By Thursday afternoon Thomas' mother was looking for the number of the resort. I knew I had to tell her now before she canceled the whole thing. As I was walking down the stairs I got so nervous, I knew that the next week had potential to be great depending on her reaction. I was hard as a rock, I had to place my cock behind the elastic of my tracksuit bottoms in case she saw. "You know" I said, "I was telling mother about the holiday situation and she feels really bad." "Oh yeah?" she replied, I knew she only half caught what I said but I continued. "She said that it would be no problem for her to look after Thomas and me while the rest of you went away because of her nursing experience. You'd only have to leave us here on our own for one night because she's arriving on Saturday morning". I looked at her waiting for a reply. "No it's too much trouble, tell her thanks anyway but..." Suddenly she was interrupted. "Why the fuck not??? I am so sick of that prick upstairs ruining everything! We're getting the chance to go away and you say no??? I hate this family, you know that? Hate it!!" and with that Jason slammed a few doors and made his presence known. I could see his mother was clearly annoyed with him but she let him be because he was having a rough time with Thomas in his casts. "OH God, look anything for some peace, I'll call your mum and arrange it, will you be OKAY here on Friday? I mean I can stay an extra day." My heart raced, Call her! I hadn't pictured her saying that at all. "Well she's still on the cruise with Dad and won't be catching her plane until Friday night. I'd get the number but I lost it in school the other week." And with that began my week alone with Thomas. =================== Chapter Two I was left with a million and one instructions on how to look after Thomas, they tried to show me how to put him on the toilet but to save myself and Thomas some embarrassment I avoided it. As the car was pulling out of the driveway we were pouring ourselves Vodka and Coke. No parties were planned until the middle of the week, just to give us time to prepare, or at least that's what I convinced Tom. It was the first time since the accident I was alone with him, the first time I got to take a good look at him and really take him in. As we sat there drinking he watched TV, while I watched him. His toes were busy wiggling away under the two big socks. I wanted to take them off but I figured there was still time for that. The casts really were beautiful, very thick, when he didn't wear socks you could see the padding, it started off white but was beginning to turn that nice "lived in" colour the padding usually turns. The casts showed all of his toe's sticking out, once again only when he didn't wear those stupid fucking socks! His toes were long, with little tuffs of hair on each one, the big toe was the tallest and each toe got smaller and smaller. It was so cute, I just wanted to suck each one. For some reason he decided black was the best colour to choose for the casts, he wasn't a huge fan of black, and neither was I, but it really grew on me. Mainly because when he was wearing his white soccer shorts I could see the outline of where the casts stopped, just below his hip. He usually wore the white soccer shorts, sometimes black and once they actually tried sweat pants, but they proved too difficult to remove. The fiber casts were perfectly made. The bend at the knee was at exactly a 30-degree angle and his foot was exactly 130 degrees away from his foor, according to his doctor who delighted in talking about the precision the hospital applied the casts with. His legs propped up in pillows in his chair were just divine. There was no doubt about it, getting this week with him was worth all the hassle! Just as I was about to see if I could make any shapes out in his crotch area he started to speak. "I'm gonna piss like a race horse!!!". I got up and grabbed his downstairs commode. "I need to get the lifting instructions. Hang on" "You don't have time! Just get me over there before I wet myself." he commanded. I suddenly regretted topping our glasses up with vodka and only adding a little coke, he was quite obviously getting drunk and I wasn't in the best state of mind either. I lifted him under the armpits and moved him over to the commode beside his wheelchair, luckily his legs weren't hurting him anymore or he would have been in serious pain due to my roughness. I started to tug at his shorts. "hold on" he grunted, then propping himself a little bit on his armrests, I was just undoing his shorts when his arm slipped and he banged down on the commode. I nearly died of shock. He didn't seem hurt even though his casts must of dug into his thighs when he landed on them, he just propped himself up again and started laughing. "Ahh man hurry up!!" he was now pleading. I pulled down his shorts and got a surprise, but not enough time to question it so I just removed anything else in the way and he started to piss. And boy was he serious, I doubt even a race horse produces that much!! When finished he got some toilet roll and wiped his quite flaccid dick dry. I went to help him with his clothes and he motioned me to sit down. "What's the deal with the jock strap and cup?" I asked, dying to find out why he had them on. "Well because these damn things go up so high, they hit me in the bollix!" he began laughing again. "So to save my manhood, you know...". I nodded in agreement and began to stare like an idiot at his dick. It was around the same as mine, 4 and a half inches flaccid. With his shorts and jock around his casted thighs, and his stupid grin I had to laugh. He looked such a sight but my eyes were always drawn back to his dick. "I'm too warm, take off all this shit!" and he motioned down towards his "clothing". I started with his socks, and then the rest came off. He took off his t-shirt himself and exposed his sexy chest. "You look warm too, take off everything and we pour some more drink!". I was shocked, but still buzzing, I poured more drink. We took mouthfuls from the one glass and I began to take my clothes off, I was hard as a rock but it wasn't really an issue to me due to the drink. When I pulled down my boxers Thomas laughed and told me to place him on the couch. He was staring at my dick the whole time. I went over and put my right arm under his casted knees and my left around his back and lifted him over. As I slowly carried him across the room he mentioned "your dick is poken my butt" and laughed, then moved his arm from my shoulder for support to my right butt cheek, and squeezed, by this time he was hard. As I lay him across the couch he put his arms around and pulled me on top him, and there we both lay for five minutes, both dicks touching and arms around each other. Years of attraction and love was being expressed in a simple hug and as drunk as we were, we were loving it. After five minutes I propped myself over him and looked at him face to face, quickly I threw my mouth onto his and we kissed for god knows how long. After we kissed we went back to holding each other. And fell asleep on the couch completely naked. Him, casted. |
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