Chapter 18: First Attempt
I had a lot to think about on the drive home. First and foremost was whether or not to tell Ben about Andi's passing. I parked at the cottage and walked over to the rehab center. It was late, but not too late, and I expected that Ben might even be asleep after exerting himself to go to the dining room. Instead, I found him sitting up in bed waiting. The lighting was dim, but that was normal for this time of day, at least it was in the hospital. I still wasn't sure of the routine at the rehab center. “About time,” he chided. “That must have been some fancy meal.”
“Umm...Chicken and rice, if you must know,” I answered. “And blueberry pie. She sent along a piece for you as well.” I held up a paper plate wrapped in foil and offered it to him.
“Later,” he waved vaguely toward the table by the chairs. “Right now, I have plans.”
Setting the pie down, I asked, “What sort of plans?” getting suspicious of the wicked grin on his face. It was at this point that I noticed he wasn't wearing his johnny, but was bare chested above the covers.
“Plans for us,” he said, and beckoned me over to the side of the bed. Without warning he reached over and started rubbing my crotch. “I think it's high time I gave that dick of yours a proper workout.
I was startled by the unexpected molestation, but I always loved it when he played with my dick. “Looks like someone's libido is making a comeback,” I mused, pressing my hips into his warm palm. “But what about the night nurse?” I looked at the door, suddenly remembering that we could be interrupted at any moment.
“All taken care of,” he said with a grin. “The nurse who's here most nights is family, so he understands. Besides, we came up with a system. Here.” He handed me a crocheted red ribbon. “I made this tonight after dinner while you were partying with Phil. Wrap it around the doorknob and close the door. It's like college. When he sees that he won't bother us unless it's important, and he will knock first and wait for an answer. Simple.”
“The old necktie on the doorknob trick,” I chuckled. “With a twist, of course. Crude, but effective.” I took his latest creation and did as he instructed. Then returning to the bed, I undid the waistband of my pants and slid his hand inside. “Now, where were we?”
We were both a bit out of practice, and I wasn't sure what he would be able to do or how much stamina he would have. We started simple. After letting him rub my dick for a minute or two I began to unbutton my shirt. He followed my cue and started pulling my pants down as far as he could. While my shirt was coming off he lowered my underwear as well, but it was up to me to finish the job. It was awkward since he was still unable to move his legs, but when I bent over to take off my shoes and pull my pants past my feet, he took full advantage of my exposed ass and went straight for my hole. “God, I've missed this,” he moaned as he ran a finger around my pucker, teasing me mercilessly.
“You want more?” I asked, and without waiting for an answer I climbed on the bed and straddled him with my ass towards his face. “How's this?”
He didn't say a word, but buried his face between my cheeks, driving his tongue in as deep as he could. It was electric. I leaned forward and slurped up his dick, rolling it around in my mouth and intensely massaging it with my tongue. I thought I could feel a slight change, but he never really got hard. Still, I didn't want that to stand in the way of us enjoying each other's bodies. I sucked down his balls, giving them a bit of a tug and quite a few gentle squeezes, but he didn't seem to notice. All this time he was continuing to work my ass, and when he finally slid a finger in, I gasped at the intrusion. It had been a long time since anything had been up there, and my hole had clearly tightened up.
“Slowly,” I advised. “It's been a while. You're going to have to open me up again.”
“Sorry.” he muttered. “Just got a little excited there for a minute.”
“Not as excited as me,” I chuckled, and turning to face him, I raised my hips so my throbbing cock was right in front of his face. “So what you going to do about this?” I teased.
He just rolled his eyes and answered, “What do you think?” Then taking it in his mouth, he began to suck and slobber until I forgot about his limitations, and actually started fucking his face. After a brief, but intense few minutes, he came up for air and said, “ Slow down there cowboy, I'm a little out of practice as well.”
I slid my hips down his torso and brought my face to meet his so I could kiss him. “Still feels good to me,” I encouraged. Then slipping off of him, I found the bed controls and began to lower the top section, which had been elevated so he could sit up more easily. When the bed was flat I climbed under the covers with him and laid on top of him, belly to belly so we could kiss and I could rub my dick against his. I loved the feel of his skin against mine, and allowed myself to get lost in the sensuality of the moment.
His hands were all over me, squeezing my chest, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my ass and back. It was as if he didn't know where to begin. I, however, put all my focus on his head and face, nibbling his neck and ears, kissing his forehead, eyes, and nose before beginning a series of long slow kisses that got deeper and deeper until we both had to come up for air.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, clearly consumed with passion and lust. “I want you inside me. I want to feel the weight of you on top of me. I want you to surround me and fill me.”
“Are you sure?” He was already struggling to turn himself over underneath me, but I had to get off of him and move his legs and hips before he was in position. When he was finally on his stomach, I moved in to eat him out and lube him up before fucking him.
He jumped a couple of times when I began to force my tongue into him, but he never said anything, so I just continued the process of opening him up. After my own discomfort at being breached for the first time in almost two weeks, I knew that I would have to take it slow with him, even if he couldn't feel anything. Once he was well lubricated with spit, I began massaging his hole with one finger. He didn't respond until I started to put pressure on his sphincter. He let out a little whimper and tensed up a bit, but it was subtle.
“Are you alright?” I asked. “Am I going too fast?”
“I'm fine,” he assured me. “I think I'm feeling something, but I'm not sure what. Keep going.”
I did. Soon I had one finger inside him and was beginning to work at stretching the sphincter a bit. He had flinched a couple of times, but seemed fine, so I reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table and prepared to push two fingers in.
This time he flinched noticeably, but before I could ask he said, “I'm fine, keep going.” But he didn't seem fine. He was beginning to breathe heavily and it was clear that he could feel something.
“You ready for the real thing?” I asked, beginning to rub my shaft along his crack and moving to position the head of my dick against his back door.
“God, yes!” he moaned, but I couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure he was feeling. “Do it!”
I began pressing the head of my dick into his ass, taking it slow, but continuing to build the pressure until suddenly I popped in all at once. This time there was no mistaking his response. He inhaled sharply and tears began to seep from his eyes. “Oh my God...ow...ow...God...Don't...God!”
“Are you alright?” I began to pull out, but he reached back to hold me in place.
“No! Stay in there for just a minute more. I'm fine.” He continued to whimper and cry, but was determined to have me inside of him.
After a few more seconds he finally reached his limit, and relented. “OK, take it out, but slow.”
I began to pull out as slowly as I could, and he continued to whimper until I had finally pulled out completely. I jumped off of him and rolled him over. He was breathing hard, as if he had been exercising, and he was covered in sweat as well. “Well that seems to have been an athletic event of greater magnitude than expected,” I teased. But actually I was worried that I might have somehow hurt him and was anxious for him to return to his normal self.
He smiled as he was panting, and put up his arms for me to rejoin him in the bed. I held him as his breathing slowed, and he actually managed to doze for a moment or two before allowing his excitement to show. “I felt it!” he said finally. “At least, I felt something. It was more like pain than anything else, but it was real!”
“I don't want to cause you pain,” I protested. “We're not doing that again, at least not for a long while.”
“Why not?” he said indignantly. “I felt more in the last five minutes that I have during all the treatments and therapy they have put me through. I can't handle any more tonight, but maybe tomorrow or the next day. Who knows?”
Now was not the time to argue about it, and I wanted some time to consider what had just happened. This novel type of physical therapy seemed to have drained him, and it was clear that he needed to sleep. “We can talk about it tomorrow,” I offered quietly as I picked up my clothes and began to get dressed. By the time I had put on my shoes and returned to his side he was gone. I placed a clean johnny within reach and pulled the blanket over him to give him some privacy. Then removing the ribbon from the door handle and placing it on the table beside the pie, I kissed him on the forehead and left. The night nurse gave me a sly wink as I passed his station in the hall, but I just smiled and nodded and did my best not to blush.
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