Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2002 03:42:39 GMT
From: patcross@kskc.net
Subject: Pat and John  Chapter 3 (revised)

     After a hard night of homework, and a good night's sleep, Pat was looking
forward to the day's activities. John, though, wasn't as sure, and feared the
pain of therapy. He told Dr. Johnson this. "Well, John, all I can do is be
truthful here. Walking when you were well hurt, didn't it?" John just smiled,
and replied, "I guess it did, after a long day, or a tough practice." Dr.
Johnson tousled John's hair as he said, "Some pain is good. The pain that you
will endure, that you MUST endure, will be a sign of two things; One, that your
body is healing, and two, that you might be pushing too far, too fast. Don't
injure yourself further in a rush to get out of here. Please, don't." John noe
began to understand why Pat had trusted Dr. Johnson for so long. Dr. Johnson
bonded with his patients and really cared for them. "Now, let's settle another
matter. While you're here, my name is Mike. Got it?" "Yes, Dr. Mike. Hey, I'm
hungry. You got any food around here?" "Sure do, but only if you behave and do
really good in therapy. MY nurses don't allow deadbeat teenagers to feed
themselves!" They laughed, and off they went to find some breakfast.

     While those two were laughing and and enjoying their breakfast, Pat was
hard at work in his classes at school. He really couldn't wait to see John that
afternoon, but first he had class to concentrate on, and more importantly,
LUNCH! After all, Pat was a trash compactor where food was concerned. That was
another thing he and John had common. They ate a lot, but were so active, it
was gone just as fast. After Spanish class, Pat headed, for the cafeteria. Just
as he got there, he ran into an old rival, Junior Davis. Junior, for his part,
had never liked Pat because he was slightly different, and because Pat, despite
this difference was better liked by most. In short, Junior was a jerk, and a
bully, and did nothing to change that.

     As they passed one another in the hallway, Junior walked into Pat,
knocking him flat on his back. "Get outta my way, ya fuckin' crip!", he
snarled, but for some reason he didn't continue on. Pat got up, gathered his
books, and started to walk away. But Junior was determined to get Pat to make a
fool of himself, so he blocked Pat's path, and shoved him down to the ground
again. Only this time, he began to punch Pat a few times, just to see what
would happen. With tears running down his face, Pat stared at Junior with a
cold look, and said, "Stop now, before I hurt you." With a surprised look on
his face, Junior said, "You? Hurt ME? That's a good one!" He started to laugh,
but he never got to finish, because before he knew it, Pat was behind him,
twisting his arms with remarkable strength. In his defense classes, Pat had
learned some Karate. Not enough to kill, or seriously injure, but enough to
defend himself, and that is what he did. Humiliated, Junior stormed away,
plotting revenge. "NOW, I can have lunch!", thought Pat. This one time he had
certainly earned it.

     John was having his troubles, too.  He was trying to understand why most
of the commands his brain kept sending to his feet and legs during therapy went
unheeded. The therapy technician was very considerate and patient, knowing that
John was frustrated. With a kind look in her eye, she asked, "I know you're
frustrated, John, but can you feel anything at all when I move your feet and
legs?" John groaned in pain, and said, "Yeah, I sure can." The technician just
smiled, saying, "we'll keep up this slow movement for another hour or so, then
soak you in a jacuzzi. The fact that you're feeling a little pain is good. That
means the damage may not be as bad as we thought." John liked that part, but
knew better than to set himself up for false hopes. The  technician, knowing
that John would need something to take his mind off his troubles, called his
parents and explained the problem. Mrs. Stevens rushed over with a basket of
snacks for John, and his teddy bear, which he still slept with when he was
upset.

     As his mother listened, John poured his heart out to her in a torrent of
tears. Who says that boys don't cry? A life-changing injury does, that for
sure. Pat's arrival was approaching, so as Mrs. Stevens held her son in her
arms, she dried his tears. Kissing her son good night, she quietly left.
Clutching his bear, John began to cry again. He was so afraid.

     Pat showed up about a half hour later, and, noticing the bear, he knew
something was wrong. "Okay, John. Spill it. Your bear is here, and you've been
crying.....a lot. Anything you want to say?" John lay there, trembling, as he
said, "I started therapy today, and I have more feeling in my legs and feet
than they thought." "That's fantastic!", Pat said, really happy for John. "But
you're still getting those massages, Bud." John looked at Pat gratefully, but
was still afraid. "But, if what if it doesn't work? What if I get worse? I'll
be a burden to everyone, and a constant worry."

     "John, it's going to work. Don't you think these doctor's know what
they're doing? You're not likely to get worse, nor be a burden. You only worry
me when you talk like this. Now, eat your supper, and then then roll over. I'll
start your massages then."

     As John ate his supper, Pat told him about his day at school. His
encounter with Junior Davis had John roaring with laughter, as Pat told John
how surprised Junior had been, seeing Pat put up a fight and defend
himself. "Boy," John said, "I would have liked to have seen that." Pat just
smiled, and prepared John for his massage.

     After almost an hour, John was totally relaxed. "My toes, Pat. Suck my
toes," John whispered. Pat happily sucked each toe on each foot for five
minutes each, and then surprised John by slowly licking his 6" uncut cock. This
really got John's attention. "MMMMMMMMMM, yes, Pat," he moaned, as Pat's head
was now slowly bobbing up and down John's cock, tasting all of it. Then, Pat
starting bobbing faster, maintaining control the entire time. John was being
being driven wild by the all the feelings.

     "Oh, Pat," John groaned, "suck me and swallow my cum." Pat nodded his
head, as his tongue tortured poor John. Finally, John could not last any
longer. With a jerk, his cock began to shoot 6 or 7 sweet shots of his cum down
Pat's throat. Pat sucked him dry, then they kissed passionately, sharing their
love other, but Pat had one more surprise for John. Breaking the kiss, he
crawled under the bed, and peeled back John's hospital gown, revealing his
tight butt. Pat began to kiss it all over, and began licking the crack,
stopping at the pink pucker.

     His tongue played with it for a few minutes, and then he began to push it
inside John. Now, John was very turned on by this. It felt very good, and he
vowed to return the love when he could. "Boy, will that be a night Pat won't
forget," he thought.