John Campbell

John’s Journal

My therapist said writing this might help me. I’m not sure. He said at the least, I could give any new doctors a copy of this so I didn’t have to repeat it. I’m not good at writing. In fact I hate writing. Spell check and the grammar check might help me some.

Month 1

The explosion--I remember that the day was pretty nice; at least it was for that part of Afghanistan. It was warm, but it wasn’t hot. John Parks and I were sent to clear a small stone structure. It had been partially knocked down. I had my weapon drawn. John did, too. I just remember walking toward it.

I woke up in the hospital. They told me it was a week later. I was told that John had been killed by an IED. The woman said, I don’t know if she was a doctor, anyway, she said that my legs were gone, but I would be able to wear prosthetic ones. I had to ask her what that meant and she said artificial ones like a pirate only modern. She told me my dick was also injured, but that I could still keep my girlfriend happy and have kids. I didn’t think that part mattered much since I’ve always wanted a boyfriend with a big dick. Not sure why, they just turn me on when I watch videos. I never figured anyone would want me to fuck him, but the idea of having a man stick his dick in my ass always made me get a hard on.

I was given a wheelchair and exercises to do. My legs, what was left of them, were healing up nicely. I had always kept to myself except for being teamed with John, and I did the same in the rehab facility. The other guys got on my nerves. There seemed to be a small number who had such a happy outlook on everything, that I was just waiting for them to snap. Then there were the other guys who kept bursting into tears. I didn’t really know what to say to them.

For me, it was another one of the shitty things that seemed to happen to people. Before my dad kicked me out for looking at gay porn on the home computer, his advice was always suck it up and deal with it. He certainly didn’t suck it up and deal with it when he found out I was gay.

I think my main concern was that it would be hard to find a guy who would want to deal with all this. The exercises were making me stronger, and I was surprised that once my dick healed and I could jack off again, my dick was kind of crooked, but it shot my load practically across the room. It was kind of fun to see how far I could make it go.

Month 4

I got my new legs today. My doctor wants me to keep a detailed record. What’s to record? I’ve got no fucking balance. I have to be held up by this harness and this thing that hangs from the ceiling. I’m going to give it all I’ve got because I want to get out of here. I’m going to have to figure out where since I can’t go home. Sometimes things just suck. I wonder how I’m going to have sex with these things. They aren’t as heavy as they look.

Month 5

I’m able to walk short distances with a walker. I don’t have to use the harness anymore. But I fell down several times, and just like those commercials I can’t get up without help

Month 6

I’m forcing myself to use these cane-like crutches. The other guys tell me there easier to deal with cause there small and lite. We’ll see. I’ve also started to stand without help. My balance is getting better but other guys are getting better faster than me. I don’t like it.

Month 7

A cousin contacted me after my sister talked to him. He’s willing to sponsor me. I’ll have my own place, but he’s supposed to check on me and make sure I go to rehab once a week. I’m not sure how this is getting paid for, but I’ve been told to concentrate on walking on my own. One of the other guys got special feet attachments so he can run. I’ve never been a runner, but if he can run, I can walk.

Month 11

I haven’t kept up this journal, but something happened a week ago. I was at this party, and a guy named Zachariah sat with me. He brought me a drink, and we were talking and having a good time. He was there because someone was going to fix him up with this asshole of a guy. He didn’t go because he liked me better.

I liked him a lot right off the bat. When he found out about my metal legs, he was upset because he thought I was joking about them and he said something silly. I mean, he was really upset. I wanted to hold him and tell him it was ok and I wanted to kiss him. I’d never had that happen before where I met a guy that I liked so much, and I liked him from the start.

He helped me up to go to the bathroom, and I told him about the things that are wrong with my dick and my balls--or my ball ha ha. He was so caring. I wanted to ask him to marry me right there.

We went into the bathroom so he could help me while I was peeing. He examined my dick, and when he did I got really hard. He gave me a blowjob. The one I had in high school was so awful that I never wanted another. But Zack was amazing. I came so hard that I fell down and one of my legs came off. My friend Roger came into the room because he thought I got hurt, and he caught us.

After that, Zack took me to his place. He was going to get some clothes and then we were going to my apartment. The weather got really bad, so we decided to stay at his place. We took a shower together, and I sucked him. Having sex with someone special is really great. Later, he gave me a rim job, and I came all over him. He acted mad, but he wasn’t. We were cuddling on the couch when the tornado came.

He dragged me into the bathroom and saved my life. When the rescuers were able to dig us out, Zack was unconscious. His hand was broken and he’s been in a coma for the last five days.

My friend Roger says I need to focus on my recovery, getting to be able to walk without assistance. He says Zack will need my help when he comes out of the coma, but I think Roger believes that Zack is going to stay that way.

Today, I got Roger to take me to the hospital. He hasn’t wanted to for the past two weeks, so I’ve had to Uber there. I need to get a car I can drive but anyway when I walked into Zack’s room, it seemed so dark that I couldn’t help but start crying. There was a sign near the monitor that said 27 days. I told Zack how much I loved him and needed him. I held his uninjured hand in mine as I talked to him. I knew I was rambling, and he was probably thinking just shut up and sit there. He likes quiet. At some point, I pushed his blanket off and opened his hospital gown. No one had shaved him, so he was scraggly looking. I wanted to run my lips over his chest and down to his navel.

I must have lost all sense of reasoning because I leaned over him and began to suck on his dick. It began to get hard, and I was sure I felt his hand squeeze mine. I was hoping he could feel what was doing. Crazy thoughts were running through my head. I wondered whether I could get him hard enough and sit on his dick. I really wanted it in me, and at the same time, I wanted my dick in him.

I was making a lot of noise as I sucked him. I felt his dick spasm, and he shot a load into my mouth. The door to the room opened and Roger came in.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He sounded angry.

I pulled back and a second load hit me in the cheek and spattered down to my chin. A third landed just below Zack’s belly button.

Roger closed the door. “I can’t believe you’re giving him a blowjob.”

“Are you sucking me while I’m asleep?” asked Zack.

I turned and looked at him. He was awake. I burst into tears.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

I told him how much I loved him. “I want to marry you.”

“Do you think you’re rushing things?” said Roger.

“I’m confused. The last thing I remember was finger fucking your ass and then you sprayed me in cum. And now I’m in what looks like a hospital room all covered in my own cum.”

“You two are fucking rabbits,” said Roger.

“What happened to my hand?” asked Zack.

“I think you broke it finger fucking Mister Tight-Ass,” said Roger.

“That must have been some fuck,” said Zack.

“Oh, it was,” I told him.

A bearded Zack looked at me, “So when we getting married?”