The Dirty Bookstore Ch 9 X

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Rick didn't know what to expect. Would Joel forgive him and want to continue their relationship, or would he end things now, perhaps with both him, and with Andy?

He was on needles and pins the rest of that week and as the weekend approached he became more and more convinced he and Joel were through. That left only Andy to think about, but considering the fact that Andy had pretty much been the cause of his breakup with Joel, if there was one, he didn't feel especially kind toward the boy at the moment.

He knew that was unfair, that Andy wasn't to blame for his own weakness, but that was just how he felt, and until the issue with Joel was resolved, one way or the other, he would avoid the boy altogether.

On Friday, bored and tired after an especially busy and frustrating day at work, Rick decided to shower, grab some dinner and head to The Dirty Bookstore. He hadn't been there since he'd met Joel, and since they'd met there he had mixed feelings about going there, but he needed some relief and he was sure he could find some nonjudgmental and anonymous sex there.

After a burger and fries (not as good as those served where Joel worked) Rick popped a piece of cinnamon gum into his mouth to freshen his breath and rode his motorcycle the short distance to the bookstore. It was early, only a few cars were parked in the lot, but Rick figured his odds were good that there would be someone there worth a tumble.

The attendant uttered a cursory hello to Rick, who returned it enthusiastically before heading to the back of the store. Unlike Joel, Rick didn't bother to browse the magazines first, instead he pushed open the curtain to the video arcade and stepped into the darkened space.

No one lingered in the hallway, and all but one of the doors were open, some wide open, some barely cracked. Heading down the hallway, Rick stopped at the first open door and peeked inside.

Two guys occupied this booth, one on his knees noisily sucking the other's cock, however, neither appealed to Rick and he moved on. The next two booths were empty, however, the third revealed a guy around his own age, naked from the waste down, bent over, his ass offered for any who cared to use it.

Although the guy was attractive, well built, and sporting a smooth round ass, for some reason Rick found the situation off-putting. Was this what a gay man's life came down to? Offering yourself to anyone who'd walk in, pound you till they come, then pull out and slip away?

He wanted more than that, but that didn't change the fact that he was extremely horny and needed to get off, just not that way. At the far end of the hallway, the one completely closed door caught his attention and he tried it. Guys seldom ever locked a door, even when having sex, as most enjoyed audiences or participation by other patrons.

The knob turned easily and Rick slowly opened the door just enough to peek inside. A lone figure stood in the far corner of the booth, his jeans and underwear around his knees as he slowly masturbated his cock.

Rick stared for a moment, noting two things, the guy wasn't all that well hung (not that it mattered), and that he was smooth down below, a rarity among men those days.

"Hey," the guy said smiling.

"Hey," Rick said, "need some company?"

"Yeah, come on in," the guy said in a soft voice.

Rick slowly entered then, closing the door behind him, but leaving it unlocked as before. Then moving closer to the guy, he reached down to take the stranger's cock in his hand, marveling at how warm and hard it was. Despite being no more than 5 or 5 and a half inches long, it was of a decent thickness and as pretty a cock as Rick had ever seen.

The perfect size, Rick thought, for sucking. A good mouthful without being a choking hazard. And so with that in mind, Rick dropped to his knees and proceeded to swallow all of the hard smooth cock into his mouth.

"OHHH," the guy moaned as he threw his head back. His hands went to Rick's head then and he ran his fingers through Rick's long brown hair as he enjoyed the warm wet mouth encircling his manhood.

Rick reached up and slid his hands along the guy's thighs, finally moving them to the soft smooth pillows of his ass. So velvety smooth, so warm, so perfect, Rick thought as his hands glided along the twin globes.

Apparently Rick was either doing an exemplary job of sucking or the guy had a sensitive trigger, for suddenly the guy cried out and began to unload into Rick's eager hungry mouth. There wasn't a lot of jizz, but what there was was sweet and tasty and Rick greedily devoured all of it, then licked the guy clean.

Now what? Rick wondered as he stood once more. Now that the guy has come, will he want to reciprocate or scoot on out?"

"You like to fuck?" the guy asked as if reading Rick's mind.

"Sure, what guy doesn't? but I prefer doing that in bed."

"Me too. Do you have a place?"

Oh no, Rick thought, this is getting way too complicated. All I want is to get my rocks off and go home, not have another affair.

"Sorry, no," Rick lied, "Hey, thanks for letting me suck you. I'm gonna move around, okay."

"Oh, okay," the guy said, sounding surprised that Rick had turned down his offer to fuck, "I could jerk you off, I don't suck dick, sorry..."

"Hey, that's okay. Lots of guys do. I'm sure someone will come along who wants that ass, it's a nice one," Rick said opening the door and escaping before anything else could be said.

He was half way tempted to just head on home, beat off, and drink beer till he passed out, but his need for human interaction, even sleazy bookstore interaction, outweighed his desire to leave.

He decided on a new approach then. Rather than be the aggressor, he'd be the bait this time. Finding an empty room, Rick closed the door only part way and took a position where he could be easily seen from the hallway. Then lowering his jeans and underwear, he hauled out his impressively hard cock and began stroking it.

It didn't take long to attract some attention. Like a bee drawn to a flower, gay guys are drawn to cock, and soon Rick had not one, but two hot guys in the booth with him.

While one of the guys went down on Rick, the other engaged him in a kiss while Rick fondled his cock through his jeans. Eventually the guy lowered his pants and underwear and Rick jerked him while the other guy continued to suck him.

When Rick finally came, the guy swallowed his jizz noisily, then licked him clean and pushed Rick's hand away from the other guy's cock and began sucking him as well. Rick watched for a moment, then zipped up, thanked the two, and headed out.

In the hallway, the guy he'd sucked off gave him a friendly smile then disappeared into the room next to him. As Rick passed he heard muffled voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Most likely, he decided, the young smooth guy was offering up his ass, and probably finding a taker. He almost wished he'd accepted that offer, but the blow job had been good, and he was sated now and ready to head home.

As he exited the bookstore a few minutes later he swore as he noted that it had begun to rain. So far it was just a gentle rain, but he knew it wouldn't take long to get soaked to the bone while riding his bike. He wished now he'd driven the pickup, but of course, there was nothing he could do now but get home as fast as he could. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

It happened in a flash, as do many accidents, and Rick was no more prepared for it, nor could he have done anything to prevent it, when suddenly a car came from nowhere, running a red light, then striking the back wheel of Rick's bike.

Had he entered the intersection a second later, the car very well might have hit him dead center with a deadly result, but as it was: the car only sent the cycle spinning, once twice, three times, until it came to rest against a car waiting in the turn lane.

Silence fell over the scene then, and it took a few seconds for anyone to react. Motorists exited their cars, a shopkeeper ran across the road to offer assistance, while another called the police and an ambulance.

On the pavement, inches from the wheel of the car on which the bike had come to rest, Rick lay unconscious, but thankfully still alive. No blood pooled around him, nor did he appear to have any broken limbs, but nonetheless no one attempted to untangle him from the mess of his motorcycle, which appeared to have taken the brunt of the collision.

Someone in a nearby shop had already alerted the police and called for an ambulance and in the distance sirens could already be heard.

"OH, my god!" the woman of the car, against which both bike and man now rested, gasped "that poor young man, is he all right?"

"Damn hit and run," a man said staring up the street, "and he didn't even stop. I hope the cops nail his ass."

"I got his tag number," a young man said from behind him, "he was acting crazy back there and passing people and playing chicken so I got his tag number, just in case. I was gonna call the cops, and then he went and done this..."

"Good deal, son," the man said, "give it to the cops. They'll get his ass."

"Should we do something, a woman said clutching at her collar to pull her coat tighter around her.

The rain had let up now but the air had turned strangely cool and it felt almost menacing.

"NO! Do not touch him." A 30ish man said coming forward, "he might have a spinal cord injury and you could paralyze him or even kill him. Does anyone have a blanket we could cover him with till the ambulance gets here?"

"Here, he can have my coat, the young man who'd taken down the culprit's tag number offered.

"That's very sweet of you," the old woman said.

But as it turned out the coat wasn't necessary as the ambulance arrived about that time and the EMT's rushed over to take care of the situation.

The police arrived next, then a fire truck, and for a while the scene was chaotic at best. After taking Rick's vitals and doing a perfunctory exam on him, the medics used a backboard to transfer him to a gurney and hurried off to the nearest hospital, which as luck would have it was only a few blocks away. In fact, the ambulance had just left there when they'd gotten the call, thus they were able to get to the accident scene quickly.

In the ER, Rick came to just as a nurse was once again taking his vitals. When his vision cleared he licked his lips, which suddenly felt very dry, and spoke.

"Where am I?"

"Hillcrest, in the emergency room," the pretty young nurse said, "You crashed your motorcycle. Do you remember?"

"Something...came out of nowhere. I remember a bang, then...then I was spinning..."

"You are a very lucky young man, you don't seem to have any serious injuries, but the doctor wants to admit you for observation overnight."

"I don't have insurance," Rick said looking upset, "I can't afford this..."

"Don't you worry about that. We'll figure all that out later. You just concentrate on getting better."

"My bike?"

"I suppose they'll take it to the lot downtown. The police will be able to tell you about that. There's an officer waiting to talk to you if you feel up to it."

"Why, did I do something wrong?" Rick asked sounding upset.

"No, no, not at all. You were the victim of a hit and run and apparently the police know the identity of the man who hit you."

"Oh, okay...I guess I can talk to them, but I don't know much."

"I'll send the officer in," the nurse said smiling and patting Rick gently, "but don't wear yourself out."

The officer was not only friendly but very sympathetic, mainly because he was an avid cyclist himself. He knew the dangers of riding on city streets and how one had to be alert at all times to keep from getting run down. But in this instance, there was very little Rick could have done. The speeding motorist had completely ignored the red light and all but mowed Rick down.

"I do have some good news, Mr. Casey. We have the guy in custody that ran into you and signed witness statements from a half dozen people at the scene. Assuming he has insurance, you'll at least be able to recover any losses, plus we have a dangerous individual off the street."

"Uh, thanks. How's my bike, and what did they do with it?

"It's in police impound, I don't think it's in any shape to ride, but hopefully it can be repaired."

"Okay, thanks," Rick said, "can you get the nurse? I really need to go to the bathroom..."

Rick was moved to a room an hour later, and only then did the full impact of what had happened finally descend upon him. He could have died, been snuffed out just like that, and no one would even know. There was really no one now, not even his parents. Would they even care? Would they rush to his side if they knew he'd been injured, or would they send flowers and a nice card, or nothing at all?

He was bitter and angry and hurt, but mostly he was scared. He knew who he wanted to see more than anyone in the world, but he'd screwed that up badly already, and there was little hope he'd ever be able to fix what he and Joel had only just begun.

A doctor breezed in about them, pulling him from his thoughts, and after looking over his chart he spoke at last.

"Mr. Casey. You're a very lucky young man," he chuckled.

"So I've been told," Rick smirked, "but I don't feel so lucky."

"You're alive and in pretty good shape, all things considered. A few bruises, but no broken bones. No cuts or abrasion, thanks to you wearing gloves and proper riding gear, not to mention a helmet."

"Yeah, I won't ride without my brain bucket," Rick chuckled.

"I was a little concerned that you were found unconscious, so I'm keeping you overnight to make sure we haven't missed anything. Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Casey?"

"Nah, not really, but can you call me Rick instead of Mr. Casey?"

"Absolutely, Rick," he said smiling, "I'm Doctor Hill, it's a pleasure to meet you, even if the circumstances of our meeting aren't very pleasant," he chuckled.

"Yeah, fun," Rick laughed, "I'm really tired now, is it okay if I get some sleep?"

"Yes, of course. As much as the nurses will let you," Dr. Hill chuckled, "I'll be here till 7 a.m. tomorrow, then Dr. Landry will be taking over, I'll brief him fully on your case and he can answer any further questions you might have. Meanwhile, get some rest."

"Thanks," Rick said, his eyes already drifting closed.

The next day, other than a few aches here and there, Rick felt fine. Doctor Landry came in right after breakfast, did a quick exam, checked his chart and announced that he was fit to be discharged.

"Do you have a ride, or do you need to call someone?" the nurse asked later as she helped him prepare to leave.

"I don't know. I mean, I live alone. I guess someone from where I work might pick me up, or I could just call a cab."

"Well, you decide. You still have a little while before we kick you out," she teased.

"Okay, I'll figure something out."

He hadn't had time to call anyone, and since he was off weekends there was really no reason to call his boss. There was one person he'd like to call, but he wasn't sure what kind of response he'd get from him. Would he be sympathetic just by nature and offer to pick Rick up, or would he truly be concerned and do it not because he needed to, but because he wanted to?

Gnawing on a nail, he'd yet to decide when the nurse returned a few minutes later.

"When you're ready to go, just ring for one of us and we'll grab a wheelchair and give you a ride to the door. Before you protest, it's policy," she laughed.

"Oh, sure...I understand," Rick said smiling, "So I don't break my neck on the way out."

"Something like that," the nurse said before leaving.

He knew he'd have to decide soon, call a cab, or risk calling Joel, but suddenly it became as clear as night and day what he needed to do.

"Picking up the phone by his bed, Rick punched in the number that he had committed to memory just a few weeks ago.

"Hello, yes...hold on," the pleasant woman's voice replied when Rick asked for her son.

"Hi, this is Joel," that sweet wonderful voice said, causing tears to glisten in Rick's eyes.

"I hate to bother you, but I'm kinda in a pickle here. I wrecked my bike and I need a ride home...umm, from the hospital."

"What, when...are you okay?" Joel rattled off, the concern evident in his voice.

Rick held back a sob then, hoping to be able to compose himself as he continued, "Last night, I'm fine. They just wanted to keep me overnight. My bike is wrecked but I can call a cab if you're busy..."

"I'm not busy, I'll be right there. Which hospital? And Rick, why didn't you call me sooner?"

"Well, gee...you know..." Rick sputtered.

"Never mind, I know why," Joel sighed, "I'll be there as quick as I can. Where will you be?"

"I'll have them park me by the front door or something. I'm sure you can fine me," Rick chuckled.

Joel got there in 15 minutes, and as he pulled up in the pickup lane he saw a nurse wheeling Rick out in a wheelchair. Was Rick actually hurt worse than he'd said, maybe not even able to walk? Joel worried, then when he came around to help Rick into the car, and he stood, Joel was so overcome with emotion that he hugged the older boy fiercely.

"You should have called me sooner," Joel scolded.

"Well, looks like you're in good hands, Rick," the nurse said, noting the affectionate hug the two shared, "be good now, and don't come back," she teased.

"I'll try, Molly, thanks," Rick said as he slid into the passenger seat of Joel's car.

"What happened, exactly? I want details," Joel ordered.

"Well, where do I begin...?" Rick sighed.

End Chapter Nine

Kewl Dad

4-19-24

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