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As soon as I slid into first, I knew I had done something wrong. I felt a shooting pain through my ankle all the way up my leg. I hit the base and kept sliding, rolling on my side as I went straight past the base. When I didn't get up, the kid who plays first base ran over to me.
"I don't think so," I croaked. "It really fucking hurts."
He called over our coach and soon there was a crowd around me. I was almost more embarrassed than in pain. Coach checked out my ankle and I winced in pain as soon as he touched it.
"We better get you to the doctor. Hey, Tom! Can you drive him down to Dr. Mitchell's?"
"Sure, coach, no problem."
Tom was the assistant coach. He was in college and we all looked up to him. He would always give us pep talks after coach chewed us out. He helped me up and I put my arm around his shoulder and hopped on my good foot on our way to the parking lot.
"Just take it easy, Cole, no rush," he said to me.
Even though my ankle was killing me. I couldn't help but notice the effect that being so close to Tom was havin' on me. I don't know what it is lately, but every once in a while, when I'm jerkin' off, I'll think of a naked dude instead of a girl. It's weird. And then sometimes when we're all in the locker room, I can't help wonderin' who's got the biggest dick or I'll notice one of guys asses and catch myself thinkin' that it's hot. I know it's not right, but there it is.
So there I was, holdin' on to Tom and rubbing against him as we walked out to his car and his muscles felt so big and he smelled good, like soap and sweat and that guy smell. I couldn't help it; I just started to bone up. I was thankful for my jockstrap keeping me in place.
Tom helped me into his Corvette and he got himself in the driver's seat.
"How bad is it?"
"I don't know. It hurts pretty bad. You think I broke something?"
"I dunno? We'll have to let Dr. Mitchell take a look at it."
I started to think about what would happen if I had broken something. I mean this is my last year of high school. I had to play. This was supposed to be the year that we won the playoffs. I don't know if it was the pain or the thought of not being able to finish out the season, but I was suddenly overcome and my eyes started to well up.
"Hey, Cole, take it easy. Don't worry, man, it's all gonna be good."
He looked me in the eye and I suddenly felt everything would be ok. He had such an easy way about him. He tousled my hair and then let his hand drop down to my thigh and gave it a squeeze. Then he just left his hand on my thigh, like it was perfectly normal. Fuck, it felt good, just to be touched like that. It made me feel all warm inside, and did nothing to ease the cramped up feeling of my hard dick in my jock.
Before too long, we pulled up to Dr. Mitchell's office. He wasn't my doctor, but I knew him from the office. Tom helped me into the office and Dr. Mitchell was waiting. He said that coach had called him to let him know we were coming.
"Hey, Cole, we've been expecting you."
"Hey, Dr. Mitchell."
"I'm gonna go call your brother an' see if he can come get you, alright Cole?"
"Yeah, thanks, Tom."
Tom passed me off to Dr. Mitchell and he helped me into the examining room. I noticed that Dr. Mitchell seemed to be pretty well built himself. He was good looking and younger than I'd imagined a doctor could be.
He helped me into his examining room and I explained what had happened. He listened carefully and said that we'd need to do some x-rays just to rule out a break.
"We're going to have to get you out of those pants. Think you can manage on your own?'
"Yeah, I think so. Maybe you could help me with my shoes?"
Dr. Mitchell sat me down in a chair and gently took of my shoes and socks.
"Here. Stand up and lean on me."
I stood up again on my good foot and struggled to undo my baseball pants. I finally got them down over my ass and my jock, shoving them down my thighs. I realized that I had never really gone soft and my thick cock was tenting out my jockstrap. Just then, Tom opened the door and walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, pants around my ankles, jockstrap bulging. He looked from my face down to my jock, letting his eyes linger there.
"Here, let me help you," he said, moving in front of me. He got down on his knees and helped me get out of my pants completely. Before he got up again, I swore he took a last look at my bulging jock. It made my dick throb seeing him kneeling like that in front of me.
"Your brother's gonna pick you up. He's just getting out of class. Said he should be here in about an hour. That gonna be ok, Cole?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, that's cool. Thanks for bringing me down here, Tom."
"No problem. Catch you next practice," he said, winking at me as he left.
"Alright, let's get these x-rays done," Dr. Mitchell said.
He led me back to a small room and up on to a table. He gently placed my ankle between two blocks. As gentle as he was, touching it at all was so painful, it made me sweat all over and grit my teeth. I was trying to be tough but it hurt like hell. He put my ankle in a couple different positions, each time he moved it, the pain shot up through my ankle.
When he was done, he helped me off the table and back to the other table in the main examining room.
He told me he was going to develop the films and that he'd be back in a moment. I sat there in just my jersey and my jockstrap thinking about the way that Tom was looking at me when he came back in the room. I thought of him on his knees before me his sandy-blond shaggy hair hanging down his brow. I imagined him reaching up with his strong, tan arms and gripping the waistband of my jock, slowly pulling it down, exposing inch after inch of my thick cock. I imagined his lips parting as the last of my big, fat cock sprang free from my jock and my big, hairy nuts swung free in their sack. I imagined him licking his thick red lips as he leaned in, parted his lips and...
"Well, it looks like there's no breaks here," Dr. Mitchell said as he walked back into the room, shaking me from my fantasy. I blushed heavily, embarrassed by my own dirty thoughts.
"You ok, here, Cole?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just, I, uh, I really want to finish the season."
"I understand. Well, let's take a look and see what's going on. Do me a favor and scoot down a bit. I want to get your leg in this stirrup so I can get a better look at your ankle."
Dr. Mitchell pulled the stirrup out of the table and extended it. I scooted down so my ass was at the edge of the table. The doctor helped me lift my right leg so it was up in the stirrup. My left leg still hung down off the table. Then he swung the stirrup out further so that my leg splayed out further. I realized that with one leg up in the air, he'd have quite a view of my ass and my hard cock through my jockstrap. My nuts were starting to ache and I could feel the pre-cum soaking my jock. The smell of my dirty jock and my sweat was kinda turning me on. I don't know why I'd always gotten kinda turned on by that smell. When he had me all set up, I swear he took a long look at my crotch. Fuck, it was kinda hot thinking he was looking at me all hard like that. Bet he sees this all the time. Bet I'm a lot better looking than a lot of his patients.
Dr. Mitchell gently probed and checked out my ankle. He used his big, strong hands to feel up and down my leg, asking if it hurt here or there. He felt all the way up my thighs, nearly touching my jock, causing my cock to throb and leak. Fuck I was horny! After a while, he stopped and made some notes. I sat up on my elbows and watched him. He was good looking, like I hoped to be when I was older.
"Well, Cole, the good news is nothing is broken. The bad news is that it seems like you've got a pretty bad sprain. You're going to have to try and stay off it for a couple of weeks. I'm going to wrap it now and you should try and use crutches, or at least a cane"
He wrapped up my ankle with a bandage and secured it tightly.
"Shit! Do you think I'll be able to finish out the season?"
"I do, if you promise not to push it. The more you say off it, the faster it'll heal. How's the pain?"
"Pretty bad. It's, like, throbbing."
"Yeah, I bet. Well, I don't have anything here that you can take orally, but I can give you some free samples of a suppository pain reliever. They tend to work faster with more local effects and there's no risk of stomach complication."
"A suppository? You mean you hafta...?"
"Yes," Dr. Mitchell said with a sigh, "But trust me, it's not so bad. I can show you how to use them if you like."
"Uh, yeah, I guess," I said. I wouldn't have known what to do with it.
Dr. Mitchell went into a cabinet and pulled out a package of what looked like ten bullets wrapped in foil.
"It's really easy. Just get some cream or Vaseline or something. Make sure your hands are really clean. Rub a little on your anus, and then gently insert the suppository."
It sounded gross. I watched as Dr. Mitchell unwrapped the suppository. Then he got some KY Jelly and spread it on his fingers. "Ready?"
"Yeah, I guess."
He moved in between my legs and moved my left leg up on to the other stirrup, so my ass was totally exposed for him. He moved his hand in and spread the KY on my hole. I jumped at the feel of his cold fingers, but as he massaged around there, it warmed up. He gently pushed against my hole, testing the resistance. After a moment of that, he took the suppository in his hand and put it to my hole, then he gently pushed and I felt it slide in. I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. I felt it slide all the way in until the tapered end was in too.
"Now you want to make sure it's in all the way, so it doesn't slide out."
He surprised me by slipping one of his thick digits up my ass. It stung a bit more, but I didn't protest.
"The further it is up there, the faster and more effectively it'll work," the doctor said, looking me in the eye. I felt like his look was for permission. I just nodded.
I felt him slide more of his thick index finger up my ass. Sliding it in and out, a little at a time, almost like he was fucking me with his finger. After the initial sting, I found that it was a pleasant, but strange feeling of pressure. He thrust further, moving his finger around inside my tight ass. I could feel every millimeter of his thick digit sliding up my ass. I felt the rest of his hand against my ass and I knew he had all of his finger up my ass. He twisted his finger around and he hit something that made me catch my breath and my cock jumped in my jock.
"An unintended consequence," he said looking at my jock. "That's your prostate. It's very sensitive in men and can provide an unexpectedly pleasant sensation."
"Oh," I said, stupidly. "Yeah, I guess, so."
He gave his finger another turn inside me, letting me feel it again. I nearly came from the feeling. It was so strong, like an electric shock.
"Oh, wow," I said.
"Well, I guess, that's it then," the doctor said, withdrawing his finger from my ass. I was strangely disappointed. I don't know what I thought would happen. All I know is that I wad a wicked hard-on and my nuts were about to bust.
The doctor got a tissue and wiped the lube off my ass and lowered the stirrups and helped me up. When I was standing again, leaning on the doctor, there was no mistaking my hard-on.
"I'll give you a moment alone to take care of that. Don't worry, it happens to lots of boys your age. Just use a tissue and toss it out when you're done. I'll leave you for a moment," the doctor said, patting my bare ass.
He left and I collapsed on the chair. I whipped out my cock and used my copious pre-cum to slick it up. I took a second to think about the doctor fingering my ass and then basically giving me permission to jerk off in his examining room. Fuck! Just a couple of strokes and I blasted off into the tissue in my hand. It was the kind of orgasm that is so hard it hurts. I blasted a huge load and tried to make sure I got it all in the tissue. I quickly wiped up and tossed it in the trash. I stuffed my still oozing cock back in my jock and struggled to get back in my pants. The doctor knocked a few minutes later and helped me get the rest of my clothes back on.
"Feel better, Cole?"
"Yeah," I said sheepishly. I didn't know if he meant my nuts or my ankle.
Just then my brother, Brian came in.
"Hey, you little shit, what kinda trouble you causing now? Oh, sorry, doc. He been causing trouble?"
"No, not at all, Brian. He's been a perfect patient."
"Well, I guess I better get you home then, Cole."
"Thanks, doc, for fixin' me up."
"No problem, Cole. Keep that bandage on and come back and see me next week. If you should need any more pain medication please don't hesitate to stop by."
My brother helped me out to his car and we took off heading to our house.
"You sure are a handful, Cole. Always tryin' to get attention."
"Shut up, Brian. It ain't my fault."
"Well, maybe if you didn't run like a girl..."
He switched on the radio, and I started thinking about Tom again. I don't know why, but I started imagining Tom putting a suppository up my ass, his long thick finger probing my hole, givin' me that great feeling. I imagined him behind me, on his knees spreading my cheeks with his hands slicking up my hole and probing me and...
"Cole!" Brian shouted.
"I been talking to you. Those meds going to your head?"
"Naw sorry, I'm just pissed about missing games."
"Well, just take it easy. Don't push yourself."
We got back to our house and he grabbed me an old pair of crutches out of the garage. I hobbled into the house and up the stairs to our room. Brian left me alone and I managed to get out of my clothes and the bandage and into the bath. I jerked off again, thoughts of the doctor and Tom floating in and out of my mind. I squeezed my cock hard while I reached my other hand down in between my legs to my hole. I got the tip of my finger in, but found I couldn't get in as deep as the doctor had. How was I gonna be able to give myself the suppository? That thought was banished from my mind as my ass clamped down hard on my finger as I shot ropes of thick cum all over my bare, wet chest.
I got out of the tub, dried off and re-wrapped the bandage. I put on my robe and lay down in my bed and tried to relax. The meds seemed to be working pretty well, and soon I drifted off to sleep.
I woke to my brother shaking me.
"Cole, Cole, get up. I got some dinner for you."
"Oh, thanks, man. I must've passed out."
"Maybe you wanna cover that up, dude," Brian said nodding towards my crotch.
I looked down and blushed hard as I noticed my hard eight inches was pokin' out of my robe.
"Oh, sorry, man," I said covering up quickly.
"Hey don't worry `bout it, little man. Well, guess you're not so little anymore. Happens to the best of us. At least it wasn't mom who brought dinner," he laughed and punched me in the shoulder.
Brian sat with me at the edge of the bed and talked to me while I ate. I had always wanted to be closer to him since our dad left, but he was always so hard on me. He never wanted to hang out and was always teasing me. But now, it seemed different. He was bein' so nice to me. Maybe he felt sorry for me. He was just wearin' a wife beater and some shorts and I noticed how strong he looked. He was darker than me, with straight black hair that hung down in his eyes. I was slimmer and fairer, more like my mother. I liked hangin' out with him like this. It made me feel safe.
When I was done with my food he took it away and then we played some video games until it was late.
"Alright, kiddo, I gotta hit the hay. Classes early in the morning."
He stripped off his shirt and I noticed how tight his body was. His strong, wide shoulders led down to his narrow waist. I watched as he dropped his shorts and was just standin' there in his boxer shorts. He walked over to my bed.
"You ok, kid?"
"Yeah, thanks, Brian," I said. I couldn't help it. My eyes darted down to his boxers and thought I could see the outline of something big. I wondered if it was bigger than mine. He turned and walked over to his bed and my eyes followed his ass. God, he was hot! I had never noticed. I hoped that one day I would look that good.
I kicked off my robe and got under the covers without any clothes on. I tried to get comfortable but the pain in my ankle was starting to come back. I kept tossing and turning but it was becoming more insistent. I kept looking at the clock as the minutes ticked by. The more I looked at the clock, the more awake I felt, the more the pain got worse. I thought of trying to give myself another suppository, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get it in all the way. The pain was getting worse and I started moaning without realizing it.
"Hey, you ok over there?"
"Shit, I'm sorry Brian. My ankle is killing me. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Don't worry about it. You want me to get your pills?" he said getting out of the bed.
"Uh, no, that's ok, don't worry about me."
"What do you mean? I'll get you some water and your pills. Where are they?"
"No, it's not...I mean, forget it. I'm ok."
"Obviously you're not. Where are they?"
"Listen, this is really embarrassing. They're not pills. They're suppositories and you gotta put `em up your ass. And with my ankle like this I can't do it myself."
"I know, so just forget it. I'll be fine till I can get to the doctor tomorrow."
Brian sat there for a moment and then sighed. "No, I can't let you suffer. You want me to do it for you?"
"No way! Too embarrassing. I can't let you play the nurse."
"Dude, we're brothers. I don't really wanna do it, but I can't really sleep with you cryin' like that. Just tell me what to do."
I told him where the suppositories were and to wash his hands and get some Vaseline. When he got back to the bed I lowered the sheets and tried to lift my leg so he could get to my ass. This was so embarrassing! I couldn't lift my leg high enough. I couldn't turn over either cause it put to much pressure on my ankle.
"Here, let me get on this chair."
I pulled my wooden desk chair away from the desk and I turned it around. I put my bad knee on the seat of the chair and put my good foot on the floor to steady myself. Then I leaned forward and rested my arms on the back of the chair so my ass was sticking out. It felt really weird bein' totally nude, ass out, in front of my brother, but I couldn't bear the pain. I wondered if he could see my big nuts hangin' down between my legs. I wondered if he'd be grossed out.
"Now you gotta unwrap that thing, put some of that Vaseline on my butt and then and just push it in."
"Ok," Brian said.
I turned around to watch him unwrap the suppository. Then he put some Vaseline on his fingers. He looked at me hesitantly and then put his fingers between my ass cheeks and smeared some on my hole. It sent shivers up my spine. I felt that feeling begin in my nuts and felt my dick start to get hard. Shit!
"Like this?" he asked.
"Yeah, rub it around a little and push in."
He rubbed his thumb around my hole and pushed on it a little until my hole started to give. He pressed a little harder and his thumb slipped in a little. I drew in a sharp breath and he pulled his hand away quickly. My dick started to rise quickly as I tried to think of something gross.
He put the suppository in his other hand and moved it to my ass. I felt the tip touch my hole and shuddered, thinking of how good the doctor made it feel. Brian used his other hand to pull one of my cheeks aside so he could see better. Brian pushed and it started to slide in. It went in easily and soon the tapered end went in too. He pulled his hand away like he was done.
"Oh, the doctor said you gotta make sure it's in all the way. You gotta slide your finger in further to push it all the way in."
"You sure about that? That gonna hurt?"
"Yeah, that's how the doctor showed me how to do it. He did it himself."
I looked back at Brian and he shrugged and put his finger back to my hole. He slid the tip of his finger in and it stung a little and I tried not to pull away. Then he shoved a little more in and I could feel my sphincter clamp down on his finger. As he slid more of his finger in, my dick throbbed and pulsed. I was more than a little hard.
"That ok, dude?"
"Yeah, go further. Make sure it's in all the way."
Brian put his finger back on my hole and slowly slid it in further. Pushing slowly further in my ass.
"It feels..." Brian started.
"It feels what? Is it in alright?"
He shoved in further, pulling back a little and then sliding to about the second knuckle.
"I don't know, it feels weird. Kinda..." he didn't finish.
He pushed in further until I felt him get all the way in. He pushed harder against my ass trying to get it in all the way and I felt him hit my prostate. My dick jerked and smacked hard against my belly.
"Just a bit further," I whispered.
He pulled his finger back and shoved again, harder.
My dick throbbed again. Fuck! I was getting off on this. How fucking twisted? I couldn't help it. It felt so good. I was thinking franticly of a way to keep him there. I felt like I had to cum so bad when he hit my prostate.
"Is that in all the way?" he asked. "I can't get any further."
I turned to look back at him. He was pushin' his index finger up my ass, pushing it in and out. It was so hot! I couldn't stop myself from moving my ass back against his finger. He was staring intently at my ass, watching his thick digit disappearing up my tight ass. He was just wearing his boxers. I could make out the huge shape of his hard-on. Fuck, he was hard! Then it came to me. And before I could think about it I said, "I think you need to use something bigger."
He looked up at me and our eyes met. Then I looked back down at his crotch letting him see where I was looking. I looked back at his face and his lips parted as if he was about to speak. I turned back around and rest my head on my arms and shoved my ass back at him.
"You, uh, you sure, dude?"
I nodded, yes.
I felt him pull his finger out. I heard him shove his boxers down, then the sound of him slicking up his cock. Damn, I wish I could see him do it. My heart was racing and my cock had never felt harder. He moved in closer and I felt the big head of his cock parting my cheeks. Fuck, it felt big! He moved in closer and I could feel his head against my slick hole.
"Yeah, do it," I whispered.
He rubbed the fat head around my hole a few times before he started pushing in. It felt so much bigger than his finger; I didn't know if it would fit. He pushed harder and slowly my ass started to open for him. I felt him slipping further in and then suddenly his whole head pushed in and my ass clamped down hard on the fat head of his cock.
"Oh," I cried.
"Is that ok?"
"Yeah, push it in further."
He pushed a little further and I felt more of his big cock slide in. God it felt huge. It stung, but the pressure felt kinda good. God, I couldn't believe my brother was sliding his big meat up my hole! He put his hands on my hips and slid more of it inside me.
I started to push back on him, trying to get more of him inside me. My cock was throbbing and drooling, I felt like it would bust.
"Is that far enough?" he asked.
"No, further, you gotta get it all the way up there."
I was desperate; I had to have all off him inside me. It felt fucking amazing! He slid more of it up me and I felt his big, hard dick-head nudge my prostate. God! It was like I was getting jacked off from the inside out. I was doin' everything I could not to grab my cock and jack it off as fast and hard as I could. I could feel every inch as my brother slid further into me. I could feel him throb, as his dick made it's way further up my ass.
"Keep goin', Bri."
"Yeah, keep goin'"
I felt like I had lost it. My whole body was vibrating as more of his thick cock slid up my ass. The pressure on my prostate was unbelievable.
"Almost there, almost got it all, dude."
"Just a little more, Cole."
I felt his hips against my ass and I felt his big nuts slap up against me and I lost it.
"Oh God, I'm..."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
My nuts drew up hard against me and my cock slapped hard against my stomach as I started to unload without even touching myself. I bucked my ass back hard against Brian trying to get more of his fat cock up my ass.
"Oh, shit, Cole, I'm gonna..."
He grabbed me hard and I could feel his cock grow bigger up my ass. My ass squeezed hard on his cock as I kept shooting ropes of thick jizz all over the chair. I could feel his cock jerk as he started spewing his hot load up my ass. He held still as he filled my ass full of cum. It was so intense neither one of us could move. We didn't move, him buried to the hilt, filling my ass with cum. Me, spewing cum like crazy as he filled me completely. He made a few short thrusts, coaxing the last few spurts of jizz outta my cock. I felt him slow and kinda collapse against my back.
"You ok, Cole?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "My foot!"
Brian had accidentally leaned up against it and the pain came searing back.
"Shit, sorry, man."
Brian pulled back, gently removing his cock. When he had pulled it all the way out, I felt empty.
"Wait here, let me get you cleaned up."
Brian got an old rag and gently cleaned me up. He helped me wipe off the chair and get up. I held on to his shoulder and he helped me to the bed and lay me down. He sat next to me and leaned in close.
"You ok with that?" Brian asked.
"Yeah, it was cool. You?"
"Yeah. I was surprised, but it was good."
"Cool. You just let me know if you ever need me to help you out again." And with that, he tousled my hair and got back into his bed. And me, I fell right to sleep.