Lucky nurse, I thought.
“For how long will you have to be immobilized?”
“I should be able to come out the hospital in a few days but the surgeons told me I’d have to wear those casts for an entire month. Dude, I won’t be able to use my arms for a full month! Thirty days! I’ll become insane.”
“That’s tough… But I’m here, I mean, we’re all here for you. All your friends are gonna help.”
“Damn it, I’m gonna be such a burden.”
For the first time since I had met Samuel, I saw vulnerability in his eyes.
He was even tearing up, that broke my heart.
I sat by his side and put my hand on his chest, being mindful not to hurt him.
“Samuel, don’t feel bad about that. Accidents happen, even stupid ones. We live together and it’s not like my life is so busy, I’ll be there.”
“I’m such a moron…”
“In the next few weeks, I’ll be helping you out and everything’s going to be fine. Instead of working out, you’ll rest for a month and we’ll watch Netflix series instead.”
“You say that now, but it’s really gonna be a pain in the ass… My mother’s gonna visit me later today, maybe I should go back to my parents for the time being.”
I had not forgotten what he had told me about the nurse taking care of his dick.
Trust me, even if Samuel did not realize it, I wanted nothing more than to help him!
“Weren’t you telling me that your mother was tired lately, and she couldn’t wait for retirement?”
“Yes…”
“See, no need to bother her. Just come back to the apartment, we’ll deal with that.”
“Are you sure, Oliver?”
“I am.”
He tried to lean over to hug me but that hurt too much and he had to lie back down.
“Thanks, bro, really. You’re a real one.”
I felt a bit guilty because I could not deny my true motives, but at the same time, it really was a win-win.
Samuel needed a lot of help, and I was more than willing to give it to him if that meant spending more time with my crush… and cleaning him up thoroughly.
As bad as it sounds, when I came back home that day and tried to prepare things to welcome a way-less-flexible Sam, I was even excited by the prospect of spending the entire month with him.
Samuel was discharged from the hospital three days later.
Basically, he had a strap going behind his neck from his left to his right shoulder, and he had two casts on his upper arms.
He could barely use his hands, and more importantly, he could not move his arms at all. He was completely stuck as regards to moving his upper body. Ouch.
Quickly, I realized that this was not going to be that easy or that fun to take care of him. There would be tough moments.
Very unlike his usual-self, Samuel was frustrated by the situation.
This was something I had to talk to him about right away, as soon as we got inside the apartment.
He had been bitching during the entire ride home and this would be unbearable on the long-run.
“Look, Sam. The situation is shitty and unfair. But it’s not gonna last forever and I’m here for you. So, you have two choices, complaining all day long about this, or accepting that it happened and now, dealing with the consequences.”
“Sorry, man… I know I’m imposing this on you, I don’t want to be a whiner about this.”
“Then, don’t be! No need to apologize. I’m helping you because I want to, but don’t beat yourself up, you’ll get better.”
“You’re right…”
“Okay, so, what do you want to do now? Have you had lunch at the hospital?”
“Yeap, but it was crap. I’m not complaining though!” He added hastily.
I laughed.
“I bet it was crap, indeed. Cheat meal today, you deserve it. I’ll order something so I won’t have to cook. Burgers and fries?!”
“Sure. You do realize that you’ll have to spoon-feed me?”
“Great. My sister told me that she wanted to have kids fairly young, that will be a training for my future niece or nephew.”
“You’ll have to wipe my butt too…”
“Shit. I had not thought about that one.” I admitted, making a face.
“Shit indeed… That’s the appropriate word here.”
We laughed.
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we’ll get to it. Do you want to take a shower or change before the food gets here?”
“I don’t know.”
“You stink, Samuel. You should take a shower.”
“Let’s go then. At least, I know you’re not going to mind cleaning me up, right?”
He was not that naïve then… I thought.
“I can leave you unwashed and smelly for a full month if you prefer.”
“Nah… I don’t want to bother you with the stink and besides, you should get something out of this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My body! You still think I’m hot, right? Even with the casts and the four days without working out?”
I eluded the remark about the fact that I was getting quote on quote “his body” out this situation, but I did reassure him on his hotness.
“Dude, your body hasn’t changed one bit except for the scar on the shoulder and the casts.”
We were now standing in the bathroom and we continued talking as I was, – with much difficulty -, attempting to peel his tee-shirt off.
“Damn, I wasn’t even thinking about the scar…”
“As far as I’m concerned, I think a scar can give you an edgy look. You were a bit too much paper-doll before. And as for working-out, dude, there’s not a hint of fat on your body and you’re shredded as hell, easing off on the exercises for a month will make you look even better. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about when it comes to good-looking guys.”
“Ah….” He gasped.
I was sliding the tee-shirt on the casts and that seemed to be painful.
“Sorry about that, we’ll find more ample and appropriate clothes to wear.”
“If I’m staying inside the apartment, I don’t need to… Aaaaah…. Wear anything at all and we won’t have to go through this bullshit every day.”
As he was standing shirtless in front of me, I had to agree.
“To be fair, it won’t make much difference with what you wear usually around the apartment.” I noted.
“Not wrong. So you really think that a body that’s too perfect is not so good?”
I sighed before scolding him playfully.
“Samuel, you’re hot as fuck, and you have worked your body like a freaking art piece. I mean, you have a nice bubble butt, amazing v-lines, the eight-pack abs, and you are big wherever it counts: the biceps, the pecs and the cock. You look amazing and you damn know it so shut up!”
He smiled at me sheepishly and I rolled my eyes.
That man did love the praising.
It was a good thing that I did not mind giving it to him…
“I guess you’re right, roomie, I’m hot.”
“Congratulations. Now, lift up your legs, I’m gonna take these pants off, it should be much easier than the top.”
“Yeap.”
When I slid down his pants, his underwear went with them and his semi-hard uncut cock popped out. It hit my forehead.
“Wow.” I gasped.
“Sorry about that, I… I haven’t had a wank in days! I cannot keep it down.”
“Jesus, you must be going crazy.”
And indeed, as I was telling him that, his cock was rising like a bouncy castle, getting to full-mast in the span of only seconds.
“Men are supposed to release themselves!” He justified himself.
“Sure. Well, hop in the bathtub.” I commanded. “We’ll see what we do about that later.” I added, staring at his stiffed demanding dick.
I was getting horny myself but I kept my clothes on.