Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2009 05:57:20 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: TEDDY: SOMETIMES IT TAKES A TRAGEDY (Part 2 of 2) Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. This is the next in the series of "Teddy" stories and the first 2-part Teddy story. Thanks so much to the many of you who have written me telling me you enjoy them. There are many others to come -- as long as my imagination and my memory last. If you enjoy Teddy's stories, I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com. TEDDY: SOMETIMES IT TAKES A TRAGEDY (Part 2 of 2) From Part 1: As Teddy closed his eyes, ready to slip off into his own dream -- or perhaps, after this morning it would be a nightmare -- his thoughts were not on the boy who's soft naked body was pressed hard up against his and who's hair tickled his nose -- his thoughts were on the boy who had captured almost every waking and sleeping thought of his for the last two weeks, the boy who's bruised and battered body was, temporarily at least, beyond his reach in Central Hospital's Intensive Care Unit. The other part of Teddy -- the sightless part of Teddy -- the boy who Teddy Livingston felt that he might really and deeply be falling in love with. BEGIN PART 2 It was 8:00 that evening when the phone rang in the Clark house: Ms. Clark: Hello! Dr. Garcia: Hello Ms. Clark this is Doctor Garcia. Clark: Oh doctor! Is there any news, is Boyd awake now? Garcia: Yes he did regain consciousness but he was in such great pain because of the damage to his genitals, the doctor on duty had to sedate him. Clark: Oh! So he's sleeping again? Garcia: Yes, but this time its a controlled sleep -- this time we know that he will wake up and approximately when he will wake up hospital has on staff one of the best doctors in this part of the country who specializes in this type of genital injury; he examined Boyd early this evening, before Boyd regained consciousness. He told me and has allowed me to tell you that there may be significant damage to Boyd's penis because of the tremendous strength of this man -- his father. A portion of the urethra and the surrounding tissue has most likely been damaged badly; there also appears to be significant damage to his testicles. We don't know yet the full extent of the damage. Clark: (Sobbing) Oh my God! He's so young to have this happen to him. When . . . (uncontrollable sobbing) Garcia: Ms. Clark none of this is certain yet but we, Dr. Crass and myself, felt that you should know what might happen -- and I stress MIGHT -- so you can prepare yourself. Boyd is scheduled for surgery at 7:00 in the morning. You can spend a few minutes with him before surgery -- in fact I would urge you to see him before surgery and I would suggest that you bring Teddy along. In the short time he was awake before we had to sedate him the only words he spoke clearly were "Mom" and "Teddy" he also said something about his eyes -- but no one could understand what he was saying, it's possible one of the punches hit him in his eye. At any rate we feel that if both of you are there and he knows you are there it will help him. Clark: Thank you doctor. I'll be there and I'm very sure Teddy will be there -- (chuckle) in fact, unless I miss my guess Teddy will want to be there two hours early. Garcia: (laughing) I know exactly what you mean, kids have no tolerance for schedules. Clark: Will you be there? Garcia: Yes, I'll make it a point to be there and I'll meet you in the lobby. Clark: Thank you so much Doctor Garcia. I feel better just knowing you're on our team -- even if you're not officially Boyd's doctor. Garcia: But I am! I figured that since you are so new in town you don't have a family physician yet so I had the hospital list me as Boyd's family doctor. Clark: And so you are as far as I'm concerned -- you are a wonderful caring man and that makes you perfect for the job. Well doctor, I won't keep you any longer. Thank you so much for taking the time to call and for letting me know what you could. Look for us at about 6:00 in the morning. Garcia: Will do. Goodnight Ms. Clark. Clark: Goodnight doctor. Mrs. C had to sit where she was for a full half hour before she felt that she could stand up. She then slipped some shoes on and headed out her front door to give the news to Mrs. L and Teddy. -------------------------- Teddy, Mrs. L and a much more relaxed Santos gathered in the Livingston kitchen where Mrs. C told them what Dr. Garcia had said. "I'll be ready by 5:00," Teddy said, you can call when you're ready to leave and I'll meet you at your car." "Do you suppose it would be alright if I came along?" Santos asked shyly. "Santos, you're more than welcome to come but its up to your father who can go in the room and see Boyd; he's officially Boyd's doctor now." "That's OK if he says no," Santos said, but maybe he'll say yes to letting me visit for just a couple minutes. At least I hope so." "Santos, you're such a dear sweet boy to care so much about someone you hardly know!" Mrs Clark told him. Santos blushed a bit from the compliment but said nothing. In his head he was reliving those very sweet moments that Boyd and him shared. He thought to himself, 'I don't think she knows just how well I know him!' That night, Santos and Teddy went to bed early but neither boy wanted to have sex -- they were too worried at that point about Boyd's surgery and Teddy was sick at the thought of the damage Boyd had suffered to his genitals -- it was certainly just his imagination but Teddy started to feel sympathy pains in his own genitals. Teddy and Santos did share an epic goodnight kiss that left them so breathless they almost changed their minds about no sex tonight but in the end they just hugged, each enjoying the feel of the others naked bodies against his own and in time they slept. ----------------- True to his word, Teddy was ready to go at 5:00 the next morning -- Santos was dressed but walking around like a zombie. At 5:30, Boyd's mom called to say she was ready to go and both boys met her in her driveway. Dr. Garcia met them in the hospital lobby and took them up one floor on the private staff elevator. The room numbers on this floor were all letters instead of numbers, Boyd was in room G along with two other boys. Dr. Garcia told them they could each visit for 5 minutes, one at a time. Boyd's mom went in first. Teddy and Santos sat on a bench in the hall, saying nothing but each one was thinking similar thoughts. Does he know that that was his father that did that? Did anyone tell him that his father is near death because of Teddy. Should we act happy and normal or just act like we feel, sad and worried. Too many unanswered questions filled their heads and then the door to room G opened and Mrs. Clark came out crying and almost hysterical -- it sounded to the boys like she may be laughing and oddly enough, Dr. Garcia was standing there smiling -- like he had expected her reaction. "Teddy," Dr. Garcia said, "you go next." After seeing Boyd's mom's reaction he wasn't so sure he wanted to go next but he knew he had to -- not only for himself but for Boyd. Teddy slowly walked in the door to room G and looked to see which bed Boyd was in. At first he didn't see him but looking around he found the two boys who definitely were NOT Boyd and that left the boy in the bed farthest from the window . . . the boy with sunglasses. 'Sunglasses?' Teddy said to himself. Teddy approached the bed and said, "Hey Boyd, its Teddy. Those are cool shades but they don't make you look anything like Stevie Wonder." Boyd turned toward Teddy and smiled (as best as he could with all the bandages on his split lips) and said in a croaky voice, "Teddy! Wow you look even better than I thought you would." At first Teddy didn't get it! He mulled over what Boyd just said in his head and something didn't make sense, Then, like a flash of lightning he got it! "Did you just say 'LOOK'?" "Yeah!" Boyd said with an even bigger smile than before -- a smile that hurt like hell -- but he didn't care. "I can see now!" The light hurts my eyes so I have to keep them closed most of the time but whatever happened fixed my eyes." Teddy was in tears, too choked up to even get a syllable out of his mouth. He wanted to lean down and give Boyd the biggest hug of his life but was afraid that he would hurt him; he wanted to give Boyd a kiss that he would remember for the rest of his life but that was out of the question considering the condition of his lips. He settled for leaning close to Boyd, kissing his forehead and whispering, "Boyd, I love you so much. When you get out of here I don't ever want to spend even one night away from you." "But what . . ." Boyd started to say but hesitated. Then he started again, with tears glistening in his eyes, ". . . but what if I don't have a dick any more." Teddy could say nothing. His eyes grew wide and he stammered. "Yeah!" Boyd said, "They told me about what happened when that man was beating me -- I guess I was unconscious when he did that -- I'M GLAD," he said with a little chuckle, "I was unconscious when he did that." "Boyd," Teddy finally said after pulling himself together, "Believe me when I tell you this, no matter what you have or what you don't have after the operation I'll love you, I'll be happy with you and I promise, I'll find ways to keep you happy." "Yeah you're right, Boyd said smiling again, as long as they don't sew my butt closed I guess there's hope." That was so unexpected Teddy broke into a hysterical laugh that was attracting the attention of the other boys. Still laughing, but as quietly as he could Teddy leaned down and said, "close your eyes for a minute." A few seconds later he asked, "are they closed?" "Yes!" Boyd answered. Teddy slipped the sunglasses off Boyd and gently kissed each eye and then planted little kisses on every bandage free spot he could find on Boy's face and neck. "I love you you crazy boy!" he whispered. "Teddy," Dr. Garcia's voice came from the door, "time to leave." Teddy grasped Boyd's hand and held it to his face for a second before saying, "Good luck! I'll try to be here when you wake up." When Teddy had left the room Dr. Garcia approached Boyd's bed. "There is one more person here to see you if you feel up to it." Boyd looked puzzled, after two weeks he didn't have any other friends who might visit him here. "Who is it?" "My son!" Dr. Garcia responded. "Oh, OK!" Boyd said. "Do I know him?" "Yes, I believe you and him shared some intimate moments before this tragedy struck." It hit Boyd like a hammer! "Santos?" "Yes!" The doctor responded. "He told you?" Boyd said, unable to believe it! "Yes Boyd," the doctor answered, "Santos tells me everything -- sometimes I wish he wouldn't but mostly I'm glad he trusts me." "And you're not mad?" Boyd said in a still disbelieving voice. "No Boyd." Dr. Garcia answered in a serious voice, "Santos is what Santos is. He's my son and I'll love him forever and I always try to respect his choices when they aren't dangerous ones . . . and I'm sure you aren't very dangerous." "Yes!" Boyd said then. "Please send him in, I'd love to see him." Doctor Garcia stepped into the hall and when he told Santos he could go in and visit for just 5 minutes, like the others, he jumped up and hugged his dad until his arms hurt. "Go on in, Santo!" Dr Garcia said then, "you're wasting your time hugging me. Just remember, Boyd is hurt almost all over his body so be very careful where you touch him. Santos blushed! "Papa, you know I wouldn't touch him there!" A loud burst of laughter came from Dr. Garcia. "I know Santo," he said through his tears, "that wasn't what I was talking about. Now GO!" Santos entered the room, and like Teddy he wasn't looking for a boy with sunglasses. Finally, after eliminating the other two, he approached Boyd's bed. "Hi Boyd!" he said just above a whisper, "It's Santos." Boys looked at him and said, "My my Santos. You look even better than you taste." "W-w-w-what!" Santos stuttered, "You can see me?" "Yes, what happened before, it somehow fixed my eyes. The light still hurts my eyes that's why the sunglasses." "Oh Dios!" Santos gasped, "I have to go tell Teddy and papa, they'll be so happy." He turned toward the door and started to run but Boyd called him back. "I already told them, Santos," Boyd said. "Remember they both were in here?" "Oh yes!" Santos said shyly, "Sometimes I get too excited too know what I'm doing." "Give me your hand Santos!" Boyd said. Santos put his hand in Boyd's and Boyd brought it too his bandaged lips. "You are so sweet Santos -- we're going to be friends forever!! Is that OK with you?" "Oh yes!" Santos exclaimed. "I would love you as a friend!" "I hope you mean that literally!" Boyd said with a smile. The joke went right over Santos' head -- "Huh?" he said. "Never mind -- just a bad joke." Boyd said. While Santos was in with Boyd, Dr. Garcia sat down on the bench next to Mrs. Clark who was still crying happy tears for the miracle that gave Boyd back his eyesight. "It's so strange how life works out," Mrs Clark said. "like the man who's brutality makes a boy loose his eyesight for 5 years can then, through another act of brutality, restore the eyesight to the same boy. I'm despirately happy that it happened but so very confused about how I feel about it. Do you understand what I'm saying doctor?" "Yes I understand exactly what your saying and I certainly couldn't begin to explain even a minute percentage of life's mysterys but being in my business I see tragedy after tragedy -- some are easily corrected and some are not correctable. I guess the simplest explanation is that life, by its very nature, will bring tragedy at least as often as it brings happiness. And sometimes, as in the case of Boyd . . . sometimes it takes a tragedy to ultimately bring happiness. It was twenty minutes later when the attendants came to wheel Boyd's bed to surgery. --------------------------- Three hours had passed. Mrs. Clark, Teddy and Santos were now joined by Teddy's mom and his dad who had just returned from a business trip. They were all in a special private waiting room reserved for families and friends of people being operated on. Shortly after Teddy's mom and dad arrived a doctor entered the special waiting room. "I'm doctor Crass," he said in a German accent. May I speak with young Mr. Clark's mother?" "I'm his mother!" Mrs. Clark said. "Is he alright? Is the operation over?" Dr. Crass smiled. "Yes and Yes Mrs. Clark. He's in a recovery room and will be awake in approximately two hours. He's young and strong -- there was never any real life-threatening danger to him from the operation." "Oh thank God!" Ms. Clark said just above a whisper. "I'll need to speak with you in private about what was done and how it will effect him." "No doctor," Ms. Clark said very firmly. "Everyone in this room is intimately involved in Boyd's life and whatever you have to say concerns us all." Dr. Crass' brows lowered and then after a full minute he said, "This is very unusual! We are talking about a young boy's sexual functioning after his operation, are you sure you want everyone to hear that? Even the children?" he asked gesturing toward Teddy and Santos who were sitting on a couch together with the same worried looks on their faces as everyone else had. "I don't expect you to understand doctor," Ms. Clark responded, "but yes, even the children -- as I said, we are all intimately (and she emphasized intimately) involved in every aspect of Boyd's life." "Very well!" Dr. Crass conceded as he found an empty chair. We had two separate but related situations here, damage to Boyd's penis and damage to his testicles. The damage to the penis turned out to be a penile fracture -- I would have to assume that Boyd was erect when the injury occurred -- that is the only way it can happen. If the penis is bent severely during an erection a membrane in the penis that is filled with blood during an erection, can tear and that's what happened to Boyd. Fortunately we can almost always repair the tear. In Boyd's case, we had to make an incision in the penis, locate the tear and put stitches in it. He has five stitches in that membrane to help it heal and must NOT (he looked directly at Teddy and Santos when he said that) engage in any sexual activity for at least four weeks while the healing takes place. We thought there might also be some damage to the urethra but that turned out to be not the case. "The other situation is, of course, the damage to Boyd's testes. Boyd had one testicle so damaged it had to be removed . . ." The doctor's explanation was interrupted by a gasp and loud sobbing coming from Boyd's mother but he continued in a bit of a louder voice. ". . . Mrs. Clark, this is NOT serious and will have NO physical effect on his sexual functioning or his ability to eventually produce semen." Boyd's mother was apparently listening, she stopped crying and was watching the doctor. "The only effect a missing testicle MAY have is a psychological effect but this can be avoided by assuring him that he is perfectly normal and telling him that there are many men and boys who, for many reasons, have only one testicle. They get married, have children and lead normal lives." Teddy couldn't help it when a small smile appeared on his face. Any one who noticed might just assume that he was happy that Boyd would be perfectly normal but Teddy's smile was related to the doctor's remarks about marrying and having children. Those things were not on Boyd's wish list." "Just two other things," Dr. Crass concluded, "First, since Boyd only has one testicle he should be made to realize that he must protect it from injury -- primarily I'm talking about wearing an athletic supporter anytime he is involved in sports or other physical activities. Secondly he must avoid getting erections for at least two weeks and we can do this through an oral medication that will inhibit the production of testosterone. "After the initial two weeks naturally occurring erections are harmless but he must not engage in masturbation or any sexual activity for two more weeks. This may be frustrating for him but the four weeks, while that may seem to be a lifetime to a boy, will go fast if he has other non-sexual things to focus on. I understand," he said looking at Teddy and Santos, "that you boys are Boyd's almost constant companions." Both boys blushed, understanding now that the doctor was probably aware of their intimate relationship -- they also nodded in response to his questions. "You will be doing him a big favor," the doctor continued, "if you can find things to keep his mind away from the things that boys your age tend to focus on -- mainly on your penis'." Everyone in the room except Teddy and Santos started chuckling about that comment which caused their blushes to become more pronounced. "This would be doing Boyd a favor because," and at this point he put on a stern face and spoke forcefully, "if Boyd did anything to cause that membrane in his penis to rupture again he would be in a lot of pain and he would have to return here to have the operation again and then start out from day one! Do you guys understand what I'm saying?" "Both boys nodded, Teddy said, "Yes sir!" which prompted Santos to say the same thing. OK then, I guess I'm finished here. Boyd, as you know, will be released tomorrow morning -- unless some complications arise, but that is not likely. ----------------------- A few hours later, when Santos and Teddy arrived at Teddy's house, they immediately went to Teddy's bedroom where a man was just had just finished installing a new door. When the man left and the door was closed, Teddy and Santos attacked each other with a flurry of kisses while each kept busy removing the other's clothes. All that talk about sexual functioning and sexual arousal had made them horny as they had ever been. Santo pushed Teddy onto the bed and climbed on like a soldier manning his post. Teddy never kept his room cold but it was not warm either -- regardless, within the next twenty minutes both boys were bathed in sweat as a result of what would appear to be a bizarre mating ritual where each was trying to devour his mate. After each boy had at least one orgasm, the activity slowed and each kiss became more sensual, each caress an act of love and caring rather than lust and each look into the others eyes deeper and more soulful. Teddy was the first to speak, "Santo, my sweet, sweet Santo. I want to ask you something -- a favor -- but if this is something you don't want to do just say so and it will be forgotten. OK?" "Ok Teddy! Stop trying to scare me and tell me what it is." "Two weeks ago, when Boyd moved next door we immediately knew we were going to be in bed together and it took less than an hour for that to happen. We did everything . . . but then he asked me to do something I had never done before, he said, "I need you inside me." Santos, who believed in the simple and straight-forward approach said, "You mean he wanted you to put your cock up his butt?" Teddy kissed the sweet face that was looking at him with wide eyes. "Yes my Santo, that's what he wanted and that's what I did." "Wow!" Santos exclaimed, "What was it like?" "For me it was wonderful! For Boyd it was incredible! We agreed that it was the most intense experience of our lives." "So that's the favor you want to ask," Santos said, "you want to do me like you did Boyd? It's OK -- no problem!" "No Santos, that would be a problem," Teddy said vehemently. "I would never ask you to let me do that to you." "Then I guess I don't understand!" Santos confessed. "I want you to do that to me! Do you think you can do that?" "Well yes! Why not?" Santos asked. Sounds like fun for me but won't it hurt you?" "No Santo, it shouldn't hurt a bit, besides we'll use some lube and you'll use your fingers first, to stretch me out a bit. OK?" "Yeah I guess." Santos said tentatively, "I don't have a problem with sticking my cock up your butthole but I don't know about my fingers. That sounds gross." The answer surprised Teddy but the more he thought about it the more sense it made -- ever since they're very little, people are told that they need to keep their hands clean but few kids receive daily reminders to keep their dicks clean. "That's OK nino!" Teddy told Santos, "you're right it does seem yucky. How about if you put a surgical glove on your hand like the doctor's do? I have a pair your dad gave me." And that's what they did. To make it easier for Santos Teddy lay on his back with his legs way up. Santos lubed himself up and then, with a glove on, opened up Teddy's anus -- if Teddy would have been able to see what was going up his butt he would have laughed; Santos stuck three of his small fingers into one finger hole of the large glove and used all three fingers to loosen up Teddy. Santos enjoyed the sensation of the warm, wet shaft of Teddy's anal canal squeezing his cock. He was surprised when instead of the smooth channel he had thought was the inside of the butthole his sensitive penis felt hundreds of ridges and bumps. Teddy couldn't believe the sensation when he felt Santos' cock start to enter his anus and stretch his canal. It was a great physical sensation but the even greater feeling came from the supreme intimacy of having a sensitive organ like a penis actually inside your body enjoying what your body is capable of making them feel. Teddy didn't really expect to climax when he was being fucked but when Santos was inside him, sliding in and out, actually sharing a part of Teddy's body that noone had ever had access to before, Teddy's climax soon became inevitable. He felt it build and as he heard the ecstasy in Santos' voice as he continually let out a stream of what Teddy assumed were Spanish expletives. it started coming faster until, like a runaway car, it was unstoppable. Santos had never experienced anything remotely like the sexual high he was feeling as his cock slipped in and out of Teddy's ass. Santos wasn't actually swearing in Spanish as his climax began to build, he was thanking every Saint he could think of for this exquisite feeling and for this wonderful boy who was sharing his body with him. When Teddy reached near the end of the rollercoaster ride and the semen was just about to begin spewing from his cock, he involuntarily tightened up his anus and unknowingly set off an explosion in Santos that Santos would never be able to describe. At that supreme moment, he couldn't think, he couldn't talk, he may have had his eyes open but he'll swear that he could not see the only sensation was an exquisite pain in his loins that was, at that moment, his entire universe. --------------------------- In the afterglow, Teddy and Santos lay wrapped up in each others arms, exhausted, expended and vaguely guilty that they could enjoy this and other trips to heaven while their friend and lover Boyd would be banned from celestial wondering for the next month. They shared a joke about how horny Boyd would be in one month from today and they exchanged ideas about how they could make that coming out party the hottest day and night of Boyd's life. --------------------------------- The first two weeks after Boyd was home were not a real problem for Boyd who's medicine seemed to have turned him into a boy without even a desire for sex. Those weeks, however, were the beginning of a month long hell for Teddy and Santos who were, either one or both, constant presences in Boyd's house. While visiting they found that they were being driven mad by Boyd's bare legs, bare feet, and bare arms -- by his occasional casual nudity in front of them after he had taken a shower or when he went to use the bathroom while one or both boys were in there. There were many video games to teach Boyd now that he could see and he began to develop in interest in model building, cars and airplanes mainly. Teddy and Santos lived through that first half of their "hands-off Boyd" policy by sneaking away occasionally to Teddy's house to have some rip-roaring sex that satisfied their urges at least for a few hours. During the last half of Boyd's mandated celibacy there were three boys being driven into the pits of Hell. These were, you understand, previously very sexually active (or you might accurately say sexually overactive) boys who had to keep their urges under control. This was, of course, particularly hard on Boyd who knew that a loss of self control could wind him back up in the hospital and who could now, when he looked longingly at Teddy and Santos, could actually SEE what he was missing. He had what seemed like "zillions" of those "naturally occurring" erections that the doctor told him were OK and, quite often, when he was with one or both of his friends, he would take his naturally occurring erection out and just admire it. Teddy was sure that Boyd was just taunting him by showing him what he couldn't have, and, who knows, he may have been right. The end of the fourth week finally passed and a fly-on-the-wall would have been treated to a show that would have been more appropriate in ancient Rome than in 21st Century mid-America. They agreed that, just to be safe, Boyd should not use his recently-healed cock to penetrate either boy because of the extra pressure involved but that was the only taboo. Boyd took it up the ass several times that wild day and night, courtesy of both Teddy and Santos. He had his ass reamed by the very oral Teddy and, only after Teddy had taken several turns at that sport would the more reluctant Santos use his tongue on Boyd's now very clean pucker. Curiously though Santos loved getting his own ass licked clean, inside and out, and both Boyd and Teddy were glad to entertain Santos in that way. Boy's newly refurbished cock was tasted by both boys several times that day but Boyd's first orgasm in a month was the centerpiece of the sex festival. It happened when Santos used his special talents to allow Boyd's cock to slip deep into his throat and Santos used his well practiced skills to masturbate Boyd with his throat muscles. While Boyd was receiving one of Santos mind blowing blow jobs he got so hot that he begged Teddy to "fuck my mouth". Teddy happily complied and was too soon, dumping a load of his special sauce down Boyd's throat. Teddy, of course, found four beautiful feet to make oral love to and by bedtime both Santos and Boyd had the cleanest feet in the state. He was also surprised and delighted when both Boyd and Santos, fascinated by this new sport, took turns 'snacking' on his toes. It would be safe to say that by the time the three boys had arranged themselves for sleep that night they were all just a little tired of sex games. That, however was a very temporary condition that just a couple hours of sleep cured.