A gay sex story: Hiking Buddy Pt. 02 Part Two – Conclusion
Note to my readers: The response to Part One was very gratifying. Thank you to everyone who took the time and trouble to write. Here is Part Two, which had been complete but then what began as minor polishing became a major revision, delaying its submission. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did Part One.
Chapter 7 – First Evening TogetherAfter I got Dan settled in my apartment, he gave me his key and I collected some things from his place: a supply of clothes, his toothbrush, and a few other items he would need.
As we sat in the living room following dinner, he was uncharacteristically quiet. He seemed pensive. I asked him what was on his mind.
“Nothing special” he answered.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to tell me” I said, “but I can see that something is bothering you. Maybe I can help.”
He seemed to be considering that, and then he said softly: “I’m ashamed of how I behaved the other day.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I broke my ankle. I cried like a baby, I whined that I was scared, I hung onto you … I was a total wimp.”
“Oh I see. You’ve bought into the macho thing.Me man, me beat chest, me not cry even if arm cut off.Well it’s crap. Working in a hospital Emergency Room I saw big, powerful men cry when they were in a lot less pain than you were. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And you were facing your first hospital stay, not knowing what they would do to you. How could you not be scared? I’m glad you were open about how you were feeling, because what you were saying showed me how best to reassure you.”
I leaned toward and looked hard at him as I concluded: “Dan, you behaved like any normal person. Do you think you should have been able to coolly say: ‘This hurts rather a lot old chap, but I’m confident that all will be well’?” (That last in my best phony British accent.)
“No” he answered, chuckling, “I guess not.”
“Good. And by the way, you didn’t whine.”
That settled the matter, and gradually he became his usual loquacious self.
We chatted and watched some television, but I noticed how drained he was. As for me, I still had not made up for my lost sleep. So I suggested that we both turn in early.
“I ought to take a shower” he said.
I pointed out that the surgeon had told him not to get the cast wet.
“Oh, right. Do you have something I can put over it, maybe plastic wrap?”
“No matter how we wrap it, some water will get through, and if that happens the cast will soften and won’t provide support.”
“So what should I do?”
“You don’t need to do anything right now except get some sleep” I answered.
He looked around, noting for the first time that my only living room furniture was a cocktail table and the two upholstered chairs we had been sitting in. There was no couch. “I can sleep in one of these,” he said, “and if I decide to stretch out I’ll move to the floor. It’s carpeted, so I’ll be comfortable. Do you have an extra blanket, and maybe a sheet?”
“You’re not sleeping in a chair or on the floor” I declared. “You’re my guest, and you’re also recuperating from surgery. You get the bed.”
“Where willyousleep?”
“As you saw in the hospital, I have no trouble falling asleep in a chair. And those chairs weren’t even upholstered.”
“After all you’ve already done for me, you’re going to give me your bed? Nothing doing.”
He crossed his arms and tried to look stern.
I was reluctant to suggest what was already in my mind, but he seemed determined not to put me out of my bed. “Well,” I said, “the bed is king-size. Would you like to share?”
His answer was accompanied by a broad smile: “That’s a perfect solution!”
“Ok, let’s go. Tomorrow I’ll think about the shower problem. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure something out.”
We went into the bedroom, where I asked Dan what he wore overnight. He told me that he usually wore pajamas but that in view of the cast it seemed best just to wear briefs. “Unless I’m smelly.”
“They gave you a bed bath in the hospital” I reminded him. “You smell fine.”
Ordinarily I sleep in the raw, but I thought it likely that if I told Dan, he would feel obligated to do the same. The thought of him lying naked beside me made me nervous, so I said that I usually wore briefs.
Dan sat on the bed and took off his shirt. Then he reached down to untie the shoe on his uninjured foot, but I saw that in leaning so far forward he was putting pressure on the injured one. I stopped him and removed the shoe. “Do you sleep in your socks?” I asked. He said no, so I removed the sock too, and silently admired the well-formed foot it had covered.
Dan now stood and began undoing his belt with one hand while holding himself up with one of the crutches. I stood by at first and watched him struggle with the belt as he tried to maintain his balance.
I couldn’t watch for long. I grabbed him. “Quit that” I said. “You’ll fall over or end up slamming your bad foot firmly on the floor. How would you like another operation?”
The prospect of more surgery stopped him immediately. With a sheepish grin, he said: “Ok, will you help me undress?”
I had him stand on the good foot and maintain his balance by keeping his hands on my shoulders as I undid his belt, lowered his trousers, and then proceeded to his briefs.
When I pulled the briefs down, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I looked up and saw that Dan was blushing.
I had suppressed my own gasp at the sight, close up, of a stunning penis and a pair of large, plump testicles.
Ignoring my quickened pulse, I said: “Why Dan, I’ve just learned somethingelsenew about you: You’re modest! Well think of this as if you were in a locker room.”
He replied that this was different: “In a locker room, no one else undresses me.”
I sat him down and finished removing his pants and his briefs. Then I pulled a fresh pair of briefs over his ankles and advanced them past the cast. Now handing him the crutch, I directed him to stand again so that I could pull them up all the way.
He stood, and I got a full view of his unclothed body.
I marveled at what I beheld! I had long ago noticed that with his clothes on, Dan was attractive. Now I saw that naked, he wasgorgeous. He was surprisingly muscular, and splendidly smooth. His skin was as clear of blemish as that of a baby, and aside from the wavy brown locks that graced his head, a light, nearly blond bush above that perfect sculpted penis, and a downy dusting on his arms, his body was free of hair. Even his legs were smooth.
I pulled up the fresh briefs and helped him get into bed.
The weather had turned very mild in the prior few weeks. I told him that at these temperatures I don’t need to cover myself, but that we could use a sheet if he wanted. He said it wasn’t necessary.
I stripped to my briefs and got into bed. He wanted to continue our chat but I stopped him: “We can talk tomorrow. You need sleep. You’ve had a rough couple of days.”
He yawned before replying “Because of me, so have you.”
His voice began to grow faint as he continued: “You pampered me, fought for me … killed two days babysitting me in the hospital … and now you’ve even taken me in.”
He rolled onto his stomach and mumbled: “Don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
“Knowing that you’re safe and free of pain is my repayment” I told him. “And the only rough part of the last few days for me was seeing you in such agony. It broke my heart. As to staying with you in the hospital, it didn’t kill the days. They were well spent.”
I audaciously put a hand on his warm back and asked: “Alright?”
He gave me a lethargic smile and mumbled: “Yeah. Thanks. … For everything.”
“Now go to sleep” I ordered, and reluctantly took my hand away.
He closed his eyes but began to talk again, though as he spoke, his voice continued to fade and his words became indistinct: “Not sure I can. Still revved up. Could you … maybe … give me … someth …”
The words trailed off and his even, deep breathing told me that he was asleep.
As I looked at Dan, I was confronted by the fact that not only did I like him, I was physically attracted. Having him sleeping next to me every night was going to be both a pleasure and a temptation; one that I would have to resist.
I watched him for a while, fighting the desire to put my hands on him, before I too fell a¬sleep.
I woke up once during the night when I thought I heard him move. I whispered: “Dan?” No response; he was sleeping soundly. In the dim light I could just discern the two shapely mounds that filled out the back of his briefs. It required all my willpower not to touch.
The next morning I woke up first. I gingerly got out of bed and after using the bathroom and showering, I sat down in a chair from where I could gaze at the handsome young man sleeping in my bed.
He awoke almost two hours later. I had dozed off in the chair a few times, but when Dan opened his eyes I was awake and watching him. He smiled and said brightly: “Hi, big brother.”
I smiled back at him. “Morning little brother, who didn’t think he’d be able to get to sleep last night. I’ll grant that it did take all of two minutes. You know, don’t you, that you conked out while you were asking me a question.”
“No kidding! I really did? The last thing I remember is you saying that you felt terrible seeing me suffer. … I really fell asleep while I was talking?”
“Yes” I answered. “In the middle of a sentence.” Then I laughed. “I think you were asking me if I could give you something to help you fall asleep.”
He slowly shook his head in wonder.
“You didn’t move all night” I told him. “You were out cold.”
“Wow” he breathed. “That’s really … strange.”
“Not at all. I could see how tired you were. I thought you would go out like a light as soon as you hit the bed. Even the two minutes you lasted were more than I expected. How long do you think you slept?”
“I don’t know. Nine hours?” he ventured.
“Try nearlyelevenhours”.
“Wow!” he said again, even more amazed. “I guess I reallywaswiped out”.
“Yup, you were” I agreed, as I rose from the chair. “It was hardly surprising, after everything you’ve been through these past few days. But…”
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