Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 18:09:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankster1430@comcast.net
Subject: Downhill Racer  (short story, adult friends)

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Downhill Racer


Josh Bowen loved to ski. It was his passion and his hobby. He was very good
at it, but he never once considered skiing in competition. He had fun when
he skied. His mind, body and spirit seemed to meld with the cosmos, and he
was transported to another realm of reality. He had no desire to add the
stress of competition to his exhilarating highs.

There was only one other activity he enjoyed at least as much as skiing, if
not more, and that was making love to his partner Ben Delaney. He and Ben
had met in college where they both studied architecture. Unfortunately
Ben's passions lay elsewhere. He was a party animal, and that's all he
cared about. He planned all their joint social events around Josh's ski
weekends, and when Josh was away, he partied without him. They lived,
worked and played in Denver, and Josh often took advantage of weekend ski
packages in Vail or Aspen. Ben led Josh to believe that he missed him
terribly on these ski trips, but in reality, he had no problem having sex
with just about any other party animal he hooked up with when Josh was
away.

When he wasn't skiing, he and Ben worked for the same architectural
firm. Their boss was a handsome man named Jimmy Flynn. Jimmy wasn't much
older than Josh and Ben. He was married to his high school sweetheart, and
they had a baby on the way. They recently heard that it was a boy, and the
Flynn's celebrated heavily that night.

Jimmy was very liberal when it came to sex. He had no problem with Ben and
Josh's relationship, but he did have a reservation. Both men were excellent
at their jobs, but Jimmy never felt that they were right together. He knew
that Ben cheated constantly, and that Josh seemed oblivious to it because
he was so much in love. Jimmy worried that Ben would bring home a disease
one day, and he prayed silently for Josh's well-being.

The tragedy occurred while a near perfect stranger was fucking Ben without
using protection. Josh was racing downhill, when suddenly he didn't feel
steady. One of his skis was wiggling. He was going too fast to make a quick
stop, so he tried to decelerate. The clamp on his right ski, which snapped
onto his boot, suddenly cracked. It twisted Josh's ankle, breaking it
immediately. The excruciating pain caused Josh to black out momentarily. He
never saw the tree he was heading right into. It is doubtful, he knew what
hit him. The moment he made impact with the tree, he was already blacked
out.

He was in a coma for two weeks. During that time, Ben had him transferred
back to Denver. The doctors were pessimistic about Josh's ultimate
prognosis. His right ankle was so shattered, that even with the best repair
job in the world, and extensive therapy, it was doubtful that he could ever
walk on it again. His tibia was also broken, but it snapped clean and would
ultimately heal. When he hit the tree head on, it was fortunate that he was
wearing a helmet, but he broke several ribs. They too would heal in
time. The best Josh could hope for was learning to walk with crutches. The
worst scenario was a life spent in a wheel chair.

While Josh was in a coma, and even after he woke up, Ben visited him every
day after work, and then disappeared. He spent his nights, partying and
fucking. When the doctors told him that Josh would most likely never walk
again, and would be confined to a wheel chair, he made up his mind that
Josh was too much of a burden for him to bear.

One evening during a visit, shortly after Josh came out of his coma, Ben
said simply, "Josh, I can't be tied down to a cripple. I'm moving out
tomorrow. The fact is, I'm going to L.A. I've been promised a good job
there with a top notch company. I'll send you my address when I get
settled." He turned around, and walked out of the room, and out of Josh's
life. He never sent a forwarding address. Only the post office had it.

Josh was stunned and in a state of shock. He cried all night. If there had
been any possible way for him to get out of bed, he would have found a
blade, and slit his wrists.

******

Three weeks after Josh came out of his coma, he was transferred to a rehab
facility to begin physical therapy. His bones, now five weeks past the
accident, were healing nicely. Only his ankle was in question. It had been
shattered into dozens of pieces. The orthopedic surgeons had worked on
fitting every bone and splinter together, much like a jig-saw puzzle. When
they were through they declared that Josh would be unable to have any
further surgery on that ankle, short of amputation.

When Josh heard his prognosis, he vowed that he would learn to walk again
without crutches. Even if he ended up with a slight limp, he was determined
to show that bastard he once loved, that he was not a cripple, and that he
was perfectly capable of caring for himself. He fantasized Ben begging him
to take him back, and he saying simply, "Be gone." That fantasy helped him
to maintain his sanity.

He was transported by ambulance to a rehab center, late in the day. One of
the nurses dug up a dinner for him, and told him that he would begin
therapy the next morning after breakfast. He couldn't wait. Once again he
swore to himself that he would walk again, and throw it in Ben's face. He
wanted to hate Ben, but Ben was all he thought about all day long. He
occupied all his dreams too. They were constantly making love, and Ben
repeatedly told him how much he loved him, and that he would never abandon
him. In the morning, he was forced to return to reality.

A male nurse helped him wash up after breakfast, and then wheeled him down
to the therapy room. He was greeted there by an Olympian god. He was
wearing tight fitting sweat pants, and a muscle shirt. His endowments were
clearly outlined and visible to the naked eye. Josh could even see that he
was uncut. From the view from his wheelchair, his eyes were lined up with
the therapist's manhood. There was no mistaking what he saw. He even
noticed that the therapist was barefooted.

"Hi," the god said, and held out his hand to shake Josh's. "I'm Norm, and I
see that your name is Joshua. Let's keep it informal, and on a first name
basis." Josh could see that Norm's ID badge read, Norman Jones, but that
knowledge didn't matter. He would just address his therapist by his given
name.

"Nice to meet you Norm," he said offering his hand to shake.

"Since your leg is still in a cast up to the knee, we'll start out really
easy. I'll massage your thigh and the foot of the broken leg, and then bend
it at the knee for a good ten minutes. When the cast is removed we'll
really work on that leg. Let me know if you feel any pain."

"I'm always in pain, Norm, but I can take it."

"I know you can," Norm smiled at him.

He helped Josh up onto a table, where he removed Josh's hospital gown with
some difficulty. Josh was fully exposed to Norm. His four inch flaccid cut
cock was a little larger than usual because he was turned on by Norm. When
he realized that the therapist's hands would be on his body, he began to
erect. Norm was busy bathing his hands with some kind of emollient, so he
didn't see Josh's rising manhood until he turned around and placed both his
hands on Josh's thigh. Now he stared at seven solid inches of hefty, cut
cock.

Josh saw Norm staring at his pulsating rod. "Sorry about that," he
apologized. "I haven't had sex since several days before the accident."

"If I did that for you, you must be gay. Are you?" Norm asked.

"Yes, I am. I hope you don't have a problem with that."

"Hardly," Norm whispered in Josh's ear. "I'm gay myself. Often when I'm
massaging a thigh I accidentally touch a guy's balls. Straight men get
really bent out of shape. Gay guys just sigh. I'd so much prefer hearing a
sigh to `watch it, buddy'"

Josh was at a loss for words so he just smiled and put his head back on the
pillow Norm had provided.

"Just relax," Norm advised, "but be sure to let me know if you feel any
pain." Josh nodded, and closed his eyes.

He did fine with the massage and Norm did indeed brush against his balls
occasionally. Josh wondered if it was accidental or on purpose. He didn't
care either way. But when Norm began to bend his leg, he said that the cast
was rubbing against the underside of his knee and it hurt.

"I'll be right back," Norm said. He returned moments later with a little
saw like instrument, and cut off about a half inch of cast on the
backside. Now when Josh's leg was bent the cast did not rub abrasively
against the underside of the knee. Josh also reported that he felt no pain
elsewhere.

During the next two months of extensive therapy, Josh and Norm grew very
close. They developed a deep friendship. Norm often visited with Josh in
his room after hours. Finally Josh was discharged. He could walk with
crutches to support his damaged side. Norm told him that there wasn't any
more he could do for him.

"I want to walk without any crutches," Josh declared. "I'll even accept a
slight limp. Will you help me?"

Norm smiled. "All I can do is try."

So they made arrangements for Norm to come to Josh's apartment three
evenings a week and on Saturday mornings. Norm's therapy included warm salt
baths for the ankle, and constant kneading and massaging. He would place
Josh's foot on a soft mat after each treatment. At first, Josh screamed
with excruciating pain when he tried to put any pressure on the
foot. Little by little, the pain lessened, and Josh was able to put some
pressure on his leg.

One evening, Norm held him tight, and made him take a tentative step. When
Josh lifted his leg, moved it forward, and placed it gingerly on the floor,
it was very painful. Involuntarily, he screamed and lifted the damaged
leg. He fell against Norm, who held him in a vice like embrace. It was
probably an instinctive reaction from one gay man to another, but Norm
kissed Josh on his cheek. He helped his patient over to a chair as Josh
hobbled on one leg.

Josh hurt so badly, there were tears in his eyes. The doctors had given him
a prescription for Percocet. Norm went to get one, and found that the
bottle had never been opened, and it was two months old. He opened the
bottle and got a glass of water.

When he offered a pill to Josh, the crippled skier turned his head and
refused to take it. "The pain will pass," he said simply and eventually it
did.

"OK," Norm said. "You rest up and I'll make us some tea and toast."

As Norm busied himself in the kitchen, Josh remembered that Norm had kissed
him on the cheek. He put his hand on the spot, and realized that he wanted
desperately to make love to Norm. In fact, it occurred to him that he
thought of Ben less and less these days, and more and more about
Norm. Whenever the therapist entered the apartment, Josh's heart skipped a
beat. Little by little, Josh had fallen in love with him. It had happened
so gradually that Josh never noticed it until Norm kissed him on the cheek.

Norm came back in the room, helped Josh stand, and handed him his
crutches. "Come into the kitchen," he said gently. "Everything is ready."

They sipped their tea slowly, and nibbled at the toast. There was an
uncomfortable, and very atypical silence between them. Finally Josh said,
"Don't worry Norm. Just as the pain lessened each time I put my leg down on
the floor, the second step will hurt less and less. Then the third and the
fourth. I'm going to walk again without crutches."

"I know you will Josh, but you will never ski again, and you will always
have a limp. Your right leg is an inch shorter than your left."

"Then I'll build up my right shoe."

"You're a persistent bugger. I like that in you. You just won't accept
defeat. That Ben of yours was one big asshole."

Norm stood and began to clear the kitchen table. "Is there anything I can
do for you before I leave?" he asked.

"Yes. Stay here tonight."

"That's a great offer, but your sofa looks very uncomfortable. I prefer to
sleep in a bed."

"My bed has slept three big guys very comfortably. Two people in the bed
would be a luxury."

Norm gave out a little sob. "I have wanted to stay over so often, but I
thought that it would be very unprofessional if I asked."

"I take it that's a yes."

Norm smiled and nodded. "Of course, it's a yes, but not tonight. I'll come
better prepared next time," he promised. "I'll bring a toothbrush and
clothes for work the next day."

"So you're rejecting me."

"Of course not. Why did you say that?"

"All you ever wear are sweat pants and a muscle shirt. I can lend you that,
and a toothbrush as well. You're a little bigger than I am, so your
patients will get more of an eyeful than I get."

"You're very persuasive."

"Let's just say I'm very hot for you. Please sleep over Norm."

"It will be my pleasure."

"Taking a shower used to be a real ordeal," Josh said, smiling at Norm. "I
had to stand on one leg throughout. Now I can stand on two legs, but I've
been hesitant to turn around or take a step. Will you help me do my back?"

"Sure, and I'd love it if you did mine. Get me good and clean in the back,
and then fuck me. Please fuck me. I love you Josh. I want you inside of me
so badly."

"I love you too," Josh said, "but I've been so afraid of getting hurt
again, I didn't even realize how much I loved you, until you kissed my
cheek a while ago."

"If a peck on the cheek did that to you, try this."

Norm stood Josh up and embraced him. He placed his lips on Josh's and for
the next five minutes they kissed each other so passionately, it was damned
near scandalous. Their tongues dueled. Each could feel the other's tears
rolling down their cheeks, and mixing together as sensuously as their
tongues were.

Finally Josh pulled away. He stared into Norm's eyes, and said. "I'm trying
really hard, but there's a real possibility that I'll always be a
cripple. Won't it bother you that I'm damaged goods?"

"That is pure and utter nonsense. When I look at you, I see perfection,
only perfection. Stop putting yourself down."

"But I keep thinking that Ben ran out on me because I was crippled. I'm so
afraid."

"I'll never run out on you, Dumbo. I love you, every last inch of you."

Once they were in the shower, Norm turned Josh around and started to soap
his back. He worked his way down to his ass, and teased him by running his
soapy hand up and down the crack and occasionally inserting a finger, and
then two. With his other hand he stroked Josh's very hard cock.

Josh was purring like a kitten. "Please fuck me," he begged.

"There's no protection in the shower."'

"I haven't been with anyone since the accident, and God knows I had blood
drawn and tested a million times in the hospital. What about you?"

"I've been having sex a few times a week with my fuck buddies, but we
always use protection. I've never gone bareback since my last test."

"Then forget about condoms, just fuck me before I go crazy."

By now Norm was in a near frenzy himself. He soaped up his aching rod,
lined himself against Josh's back and begin his entry. He was uncut and
about seven rather fat inches. He entered as slowly as he could, but it was
a bit of a struggle. Josh was very, very tight. When he pierced Josh's
sphincter, Josh gave out one primordial scream. It was a combination of
pain and pleasure. Norm did not move until a teary eyed Josh told him to
start pumping.

"Can I cum inside you?" Norm asked. He didn't have a clue (yet) what Josh's
sexual tastes were.

"You better. I want to feel you fill me up. Then I'll know we've made love
to each other."

Poor Norm. He tried to hold back but he came after a very few strokes. He
had plenty of sex since he began treating Josh, but never with someone he
loved. This was a new experience for him, and a very delightful one.

"I'm sorry it was so fast. I promise to take longer next time."

"OK. You can fuck me again in an hour or so," Josh giggled.

"Will you fuck me now?" Norm asked.

"I'd love to, but I'd rather do it in bed, and will you suck me a little
first?"

"Your wish is my command."

Once they were in bed, Norm sucked Josh until he felt that he should stop
just short of the point of no return. Josh told him to remove a tube of
lube from his night table. "I've been whacking off with this stuff," Josh
said shyly.

He lubed his seven inch, uncut cock and lay flat on his back. Norm mounted
him and sat down gently. There was very little resistance to Norm's not too
virginal ass. Norm did all the work. He pumped up and down until he heard
Josh's breath getting shorter and shorter. He learned something new about
his lover. Josh was very silent when he made love. He didn't even tell his
partner that he was cumming. Norm would have preferred screaming
profanities. He decided that he wouldn't upset Josh by telling him, but
would make a lot of noise himself next time, and hope that Josh got the
hint.

When Josh came, shooting hard up Norm's ass, Norm yelled out, "I love you
Josh. That was fucking fantastic. I can't wait to do it again." He had to
wonder if Josh got the hint. Well, it was their first time. They would get
better and more compatible in time.

It was difficult for Josh to turn in bed, so Norm laid himself gently down
on top of Josh. Their lips met and their flaccid cocks embraced. They both
reached down and started to fondle each other. When Norm felt himself
getting sleepy, he rolled gently off Josh's body. He reached for his
lover's hand and whispered, "Goodnight sweetheart. I love you very much."
Josh was already asleep, and he never heard Norm professing his love.

When Josh awakened, it was past nine o'clock. Josh hadn't worked since his
accident. His boss, Jimmy, put him on a sabbatical, and told him to take as
much time as he needed. Jimmy was also glad for Josh when Ben resigned and
went to California. He saw it as a chance for his friend, and favorite
employee, to make a new beginning.

Josh realized that he was alone in bed. Norm's clothes were gone, and he
had not given him fresh clothing as he had promised. He panicked. He was
certain that Norm had run out on him just as Ben had. In spite of his
anxieties, he had to pee badly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed,
picked up his crutches, and stood up easily. He had mastered this much very
easily. It was walking without crutches that was presenting a problem. He
remained convinced that he would soon surmount that obstacle also.

After he peed, he took a morning shower. It was more difficult this morning
than it had been the night before when Norm had assisted him. After he
dried himself, he went to the sink to shave, and to brush his teeth. Now
that he could stand on two legs, those chores were so much easier. Then he
spotted it. There was a note on the counter top. He grabbed it and read:

Dearest One: I didn't tell you enough last night, how happy I am. I love
you so much, I can hardly think straight. I'm sure that I'll fuck up at
work today. I didn't want to disturb you this morning, so I left quietly,
wearing yesterday's clothing. I'll go home after work, and pack a few
necessities, and then come right over. Don't make dinner. I'm taking you
out to celebrate. XOXOX, Norm.

Not only did Josh breathe a sigh of relief, he shed a tear or two. There
was no need for him to dress until late afternoon. Even though it was
frigid outdoors, his apartment was warm and cozy, so he stayed naked.

About ten o'clock in the morning, he got a call from Jim Flynn. He hadn't
heard from Jim in a long while, and he was delighted.

"Listen," Jim said after the usual opening inanities. "I'm getting freaking
tired of your goldbricking. When are you coming back to work? I promise to
make the office wheel chair friendly for you."

"That won't be necessary, Jim. I'm walking with crutches. I'm also working
hard at walking without them, but it will be a while."

"Your doctor told me that you would never walk again. If anyone can beat
the odds, I knew you could. So think about coming back. The whole staff
misses you. I miss you, my wife misses you, my unborn son misses you. I
hope you are getting the picture."

"Jim, I'm just as anxious to get back to work, but something is going on in
my life now, something wonderful, and I have to put you on hold for a very
short while longer. How about if I start back a week from this coming
Monday?"

"That's fine, Josh. That's more than fine. Please don't change your
mind. We are all anxious to have you back, but I can't wait that long. I
haven't seen you since you got out of rehab. I'm coming over Saturday
morning if it's all right with you.

"Sure it is. I'll look forward to it." Josh thought it would be a good time
to introduce Jim to Norm. After he hung up, Josh was so elated that he
called Norm immediately on his cell phone. The craziest thought occurred to
him. When something wonderful or awful happened to him in the past, he
never called Ben to share it with him. He waited until the next time they
were together. Yet he couldn't wait to tell Norm that he was going back to
work. He began to doubt that he had ever loved Ben. If he did, it could not
have been as strong a love as he had for Norm.

"What if Norm doesn't give you the go ahead to return to work?" He swore he
heard Ben asking that question and sniggering.

"I'll do it anyway," he yelled at the thin air. "Nobody ever thought I'd
get this far, not even Norm. You'll see. I'm going to ski again if I have
to customize a ski to harness my gimpy leg."

When Norm came in that evening, Josh was all dressed and waiting for
him. The lovers held on to each other so long that Norm had to push away
from Josh. "I'm as anxious as you are to make love, but we have a dinner
reservation at six. We better get a move on."

That night they really made love. It wasn't haphazard and experimental like
the night before. Norm helped Josh move into positions that gave both of
them more pleasure. This night they sucked each other in a sixty-nine
position, and when Josh fucked Norm, Norm was lying on his back, and Josh
entered him in the missionary position.

Norm had done his therapeutic work very well. He fucked Josh in the same
position, and Josh had no trouble bending his knees and raising his legs.

While they were making love, Norm was yelling profanities, and he was very
loud. Josh remained quiet, but when he started to cum up Norm's ass, he
began to grunt and groan, and finally he said quite loudly, "Get ready
darling. I'm cumming." Well, it was a start, and certainly more vocal than
the night before.

When the love making was over and they were lying wrapped up in each
other's arms, Josh began to cry again.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Norm asked.

"I'm so afraid you'll get tired of being with a cripple and leave me."

"I think I'm going to spank you," Norm was exasperated. "I'm not Ben. I
could never be such a selfish jerk. I love you. I'm never going to leave
you. You might want me to someday, but I won't do it. Get this through your
head. You are flawless. I see a perfect human being. If you need further
proof of my undying fidelity, marry me."

"What?"

"I said marry me. My brother lives in L.A. We'll go to California and get
married."

Norm moved in with Josh before the month was out. Six months later they
were married in California. Norm's brother was his best man, and Jim was
Josh's. It was a beautiful ceremony, even if Jimmy's new baby son cried
through the whole thing. The most wonderful thing of all was that Josh
walked down the aisle unassisted, except for a light cane.

Ben had heard about the wedding through friends back in Denver. He now
lived in Los Angeles, so without an invitation he showed up to wish the
happy couple good luck. He brought his boyfriend with him. The young man
was a high school senior, who had turned eighteen a few weeks before the
wedding. The twink got so drunk, and so sick, at the reception, that Ben
had to rush him out.

Josh turned to Norm and said, "To think, I once thought I loved that
loser. Thank you for rescuing me."

"My pleasure," Norm said. "His loss was definitely my gain. What a jerk."



The End