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…”
Dan suddenly broke in to ask: “How do you know I didn’t move all night? Were youawakeall night?”
“No, but I’m a light sleeper. If you had moved, I would have felt it. Anyway,” I continued, “you’ve now had a good night’s rest, so if you’re ready to rejoin the world of the living we’ll get you dressed and I’ll rustle up some breakfast.”
“Thanks. What about that shower?”
“I’m still thinking about how to manage it. And before you ask: You don’t stink.”
“Well I may not stinkyet, but if I don’t take a shower soon, I’m sure I will.”
“This morning you can use a washrag. I’ll do the places you can’t get to. Come on.”
I helped Dan into the bathroom, sat him on the closed toilet, and brought him soap, a washrag, and a towel. The sink was next to the toilet, so he had access to hot water. I told him not to hesitate to call to me when he needed help in the problem areas. “You won’t be able to do your butt, because you’ll need to stand for that and you’d need both hands to keep your balance.”
He blushed at the thought of someone else washing his behind for him. (I was charmed by how easily he blushed.) “I think I can manage” he replied, “by keeping one hand against the wall.”
Apparently he did manage, because fifteen minutes later as I was preparing our breakfast, I heard him stomping around on his crutches.
When he didn’t come into the kitchen, I went to look for him. I found him in the bedroom, attempting to dress himself. “You should have called me” I said. “You know you can’t do that safely on your own.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“This is part of my job” I told him as I grabbed the fresh pair of briefs he had been struggling with. “So just get used to it, because I don’t want to be rushing you to the emergency room when you re-break the ankle.”
Chapter 8 – New RoutinesAs Dan had found out, he needed help dressing and undressing. So, twice a day, I got to see him naked! He blushed the first few times, as he had the first evening, but after that he got over his embarrassment.
He could manage his shirt himself, but he needed help getting in and out of his pants and his underpants. Thus I was able to feast my eyes on him in the nude as he stood before me to be dressed in the morning, and again after I had helped him out of his clothes at bedtime and was about to get him into a fresh pair of briefs.
I was in awe every time.
His best feature other than his face, was his behind. Before taking his briefs down I would spend a moment appreciating how the material hugged the fabulous cheeks and sank a little way into the cleft. Then, when I had lowered the briefs to his thighs, I would have the thrill of seeing the smooth, unblemished hemispheres without their covering.
Helping him with his clothes not only granted me the twice-daily sight of his naked body, it also provided ample opportunity to put my hands on him: While I was getting a close-up view of that exquisite bottom as I pulled the briefs up or down, I would often “clumsily” brush it with my hand. That was pleasurable but also dangerous, because those enticing globes just cried out to be fondled and kissed, and the cleft seemed to be yearning for my hand to slip inside and finger the little puckered entrance to Dan’s rectum.
When I reached around to pull up the front of the briefs, I would have a chance to “carelessly” brush the heel of my hand over his balls or the crown of that seductive penis.
I avoided moving to the front in order to pull up the briefs, because whenever I looked at his tantalizing member I wanted to take it in my mouth and savor it.
Dressing and undressing Dan always caused me to have an erection. That posed no problem in the morning, since almost all young men routinely have spontaneous morning erections. Dan had them too. But I always made sure to be wearing baggy pants when I undressed him at night.
Due to the nature of Dan’s fracture and the possibility of re-injury, the surgeon had insisted that he remain at home and limit his walking while the cast was on; therefore Dan was going to be spending several months essentially stranded in my apartment. I stayed with him for two days, but after that he was getting around well on the crutches and I had no doubt he would be all right without me during the day. I decided that I could return to work.