Sanctuary for a Surgeon, page 15
“Thanks,” I said as I accepted the small package. “What are these?”
“Earplugs. After Chance and I flew in a military cargo jet, I started traveling with them. Those fuckers are beyond loud. They don’t insulate them like commercial airliners, so it was hard to hear ourselves think, let alone sleep. They’re not perfect, but they cancel a lot of noise and should help you.”
“Thanks again,” I said. I walked out of the cabin, and he followed me to his front porch. I hoped he would reach out, grab me and swing me around in his arms for a deep embrace, but that shit only happens in romance novels.
“Good night,” Darrin said before he closed his cabin door.
I looked down and found I had tented again. What is up with my hormones today? Thankfully, there was no one out and about in the night air.
“Who wants to play pin their dick in my ass?” I heard Avery’s voice pierce through the night.
Unfortunately, several guys voiced their desire to help him out as I walked up the steps into my cabin. Half of me wanted to go knock on Avery’s door and ask him to keep it down again. But I was afraid if I touched the door, I’d be hauled in, stripped and wind up in a sling before I could land the second knock. Instead, I jerked off again before bed.
Things had died down a bit, but I could still hear sounds from the sex shack a few doors down. I opened the rectangle box and slid the rubbery earplugs into my ears. I was surprised at how quiet the world became. Almost eerily quiet. I was used to some noise while I slept, but these really did a fantastic job of blocking any noise from the sex shanty. I lay down on my bed wearing a pair of nylon shorts and let myself fall to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Darrin
A gap in the blinds let in enough sun for me to know it was daylight. I’d had a decent night’s rest. Sadly, I could still hear orgy town through my earplugs. And if my body hadn’t been so tired after the day, I may have gone over there and yelled at them. I hoped the earplugs I’d given Jordan had allowed him to sleep better than I had. I wanted to roll over and hit the snooze button on life, but I dragged my ass out of bed instead.
I had buried myself under the comforter during the night, so I pulled it back and lay there in my boxer briefs, willing the rest of my body to move. I heard the door next to me open and shut. Jordan must be taking off for his morning run. I wish I had that level of dedication. I didn’t mind running but preferred it on a treadmill with a television to watch. Thoughts of yesterday afternoon swarmed my head. Jordan had the stereotypical farm tan I’d grown up loving on guys. The tan arms with the pale white torso. I had traced the parts of the tan line when I’d massaged him. I could do a lot of things to his body under the pretense of massage. I’d touched almost every inch of him, from his delectable toes to the cute, slightly turned-up nose. And when he’d rolled over and was sporting an erection. Dear God, it took every ounce of self-control not to massage it and give him a happy ending.
My cock throbbed just thinking about his body the day before. I wasn’t sure which I wanted more, to shove my dick inside that tight ass of his or to ride his amazingly shaped cock that had just the right curvature to hit my prostate. And I had admittedly let my forearm brush against it. It hadn’t been on purpose, but I probably let it happen longer than it should have, once it had happened. Oh well, he hadn’t freaked out, so I guess that was good. When he started rubbing his hands on my body, it was a battle of wills with my dick to keep it down. I don’t even remember much of the massage because I was trying to control myself. It’s easy to put on an air of professionalism when performing the massage. Still, as soon as his calloused fingers had touched my shoulders, I wanted to curl into his lap for days.
I looked down at my cock. The only thing I could do was jack off. I spit in my hand and imagined Jordan fucking me, then me fucking him as I drove myself into a frenzied conclusion. My orgasm was probably a little louder than I had expected, but I collapsed back on the bed when I finished. My abs were covered in cum.
I let out a sigh. “Now that that’s taken care of, I guess I can get ready for the day.”
I cupped my balls as I stood to make sure no cum fell on the floor as I dashed into the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and wiped myself clean. Once my typical shit, shower and shave were finished, I was raring to go. I threw on a maroon polo and pair of navy cargo shorts. I had ankle socks and my tennis shoes. I picked up my wallet to throw in my pocket. I lost my grip, and it slipped out of my fingers and hit the ground. When I picked it up, a photo from my wallet slipped out. I knew it was a picture of Chance before I turned it over. Sighing, I sat on the corner of the bed.
“What am I doing?” I looked at Chance’s face. “I miss you. God, I miss you.” I talked to his picture occasionally, when I didn’t know what to do. Today was one of those days. “There’s a guy I think I may like. If given a chance, I’d hop into bed with him. But unlike my fuck buddy, Avery, I don’t think I could have emotionless sex with this guy. He’s younger. Who’d have guessed I’d be the one chasing after a younger guy? His name is Jordan, and I think you would like him. He’s a little rough around the edges, but that’s because he grew up in the Catskills and hasn’t had many experiences outside of here. I want to get close to him and watch the man he’s going to grow into.” I caressed Chance’s cheek. Part of me felt like I was cheating on his memory, even thinking about Jordan. Another part of me knew Chance would be the first one to tell me to grab life by the balls and go for it. That’s what Chance was like. He had never been the type to let an opportunity pass him by.
I decided then and there that I was going to pursue Jordan. I wasn’t sure if he was interested in me, but it could work. Images of him moving into my townhouse while he was in college in the fall flooded my mind. “Whoa there, don’t put the cart before the horse,” I warned myself. Need to find out if he even likes you first.
I grabbed my wallet and slipped the photo back inside. “I love you,” I said to Chance’s image as I closed the wallet. I stood from the bed and slipped it into my pocket. Just knowing his picture was with me gave me a certain amount of strength.
I left the cabin, stepped down the stairs and started hiking toward the café. I needed coffee. I glanced down at my wrist to see what time it was. I’d forgotten to put on my watch. I reached for my cell and realized I hadn’t unplugged it from its charger on the nightstand. I really am a mess before I get my morning caffeine injection.
I heard laughing up ahead. I looked up and found a shirtless Jordan riding in Isaac’s lap on his wheelchair. I froze. Jordan got off the man’s lap and stood next to him. Jordan leaned in, Isaac turned his head and they kissed.
Well, fuck, guess that answers that question.
Jordan
The earplugs Darrin had given me worked like a charm. I’d slept through the whole night. At one point, I got up to pee and took them out and could still hear the orgy going on three cabins down. How Darrin was sleeping through that was beyond me. Once I put the earplugs back in, the world went silent again. Sure, I missed the natural sounds of the peepers and owls, but I didn’t miss the squealing, yelling and other sounds that came from Avery’s cabin.
I woke up early feeling refreshed. The previous day’s adventures had exhausted me, so the hard sleep had been great. I got out of bed and took a piss I slipped into my running shorts and shoes, grabbed my cell phone and Bluetooth earbuds and went out to run. I planned on taking a different path today, just in case there were any more random couples fucking on the picnic table.
This path took me more through camp and was hillier than the one I’d taken the day before. People often think running up hills is harder than running down them, but I disagree. Sure, you may exert more physical energy running up a hill, but you weren’t likely to lose control. Someone could easily move too fast running downhill, which could cause them to trip and fall. I took my time running down hills, watching to make sure each hit of the pavement was safe for me. I waved at a couple of guys who were out walking or jogging. One guy, who was sitting on his porch drinking coffee, yelled something at me and shot me a rude and highly suggestive gesture. I didn’t need to hear him to know that he’d just offered to do any number of things to my body. I kept running.
I got to this one part with a steep hill on the other side of camp. About halfway up the hill, I noticed Isaac wheeling himself. As I neared, I looked down and practically gawked at the size of the guy’s triceps. I hadn’t really seen him shirtless yesterday during our massages. After catching an eyeful of his monstrous cock, I had closed my eyes like a little kid. But now, I looked at him in his tank top with his shoulder and arm muscles trying to push himself up the hill. I was impressed and slightly turned on.
I was maybe twenty-five yards from him when he lost his grip on the wheel. He started rolling backward. I watched as he grabbed the wheel brake, but he fishtailed. His wheelchair tipped sideways, and he tumbled to the ground. He was still strapped into the thing. I made it to him in seconds.
“Are you okay?” I asked, running up to him and bending down. “Can I help? Are you hurt?” I hadn’t meant to rapid-fire the questions at the poor guy, but I wanted to make sure he was responsive.
“I’m fine…just stupid,” Isaac said as he turned his head to look up at me. “I knew the second I overcorrected I’d fucked up. Can you help me get upright?”
“Sure.” I leaned down, and he threw his arm around my shoulder as I pulled him and his chair into a vertical position. I looked him over and didn’t see any blood. There was a slight scratch on his arm where he’d hit the path, but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a day.
“I hate asking, but what were you doing trying to go up this hill?”
“You mean because I’m in a wheelchair?”
“I didn’t say that.” I looked down at Isaac. He stared up at me defiantly. “Okay, maybe I implied that. But really, this hill is hard for anyone to even walk up. I can’t imagine how hard it is to push yourself up that hill. And why were you doing it alone?”
“To see if I could.”
I shook my head. I didn’t think that was a great answer, but something in his countenance told me it was the truth. “Are you all right? Is the chair usable?”
“This bad boy is indestructible,” Isaac said, patting the side with one of his gloved hands. He wore leather gloves with no fingers. He jutted his hand in my direction. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet. I’m Isaac. You’re friends with that Darrin guy. The one I rolled over on the first night we were here.” I grabbed his hand and shook it. “Is your friend actually all right? He said he was yesterday, but you know how men can be.”
“He’s fine. He saved someone on a hike yesterday and helped carry the guy out of the mountains.”
“I heard about that. I didn’t know Darrin was involved in the rescue attempt. I heard it was that guy Chad and his twink friend.”
I rolled my eyes. “Avery.”
“Huh?”
“The twink. His name is Avery. And yes, Chad helped Darrin and Mano. Avery basically carried a backpack.”
“And where were you during all this?”
“I ran back to camp to call EMS and get the ambulance here.”
“That makes sense. You clearly have a runner’s body,” Isaac said, appraising me. Wearing only my short running shorts, I was practically naked standing in front of him.
“Where are you heading?” I asked.
“Back to my cabin.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in the blue cabins.”
“That’s right down from the green cabins. That’s where I am. Mind if I walk with you?”
“Suit yourself.” We went down the hill and picked a different path that would be a bit more gradual back to the center of camp.
We walked and chit-chatted for a few minutes before I got up the courage to fan boy on him. “I have to admit something to you.”
Isaac kept rolling, but he turned his head and looked at me. I stared down and watched as his trapezius muscle in his shoulder moved under his skin. I had to admit, his arms were fucking amazing.
“What?” he asked.
“I knew who you were before we met this weekend. Hell, I had a poster of you in my bedroom growing up.”
A smile ruffled Isaac’s lips. “Oh, really? Was I your teenage fantasy? Did you jerk off staring into my picture?”
I looked at him and found myself speechless for a second. “I don’t know how to respond to that. I was a teenager. I probably got off looking at any hot guy I came across. And since you hung on my wall…” I let the words hang between us.
He burst out laughing. “I’m just busting your balls.” We started moving again before he said, “So you were a fan?”
“I was.”
“Thanks. Most of the guys around here do not know who I am… Well, was. I kind of appreciate the anonymity.”
“I grew up in Poughkeepsie and was a huge fan of football. The second I saw you, I recognized you. I followed your career from when you played in high school through everything else.”
The ‘everything else’ was the part of the story Isaac didn’t want to go into. He’d gone from Poughkeepsie to a full ride at Notre Dame and was then drafted into the NFL, playing for the Patriots. He had a decent first year in the league, but it all ended on the first day of training camp the following year. They had been practicing, and he’d gone in for a tackle, but the quarterback had moved backward at the last second and another player smacked his shoulder into the middle of Isaac’s back, crushing his seventh and eighth thoracic vertebra. It had been a complete freak accident. The Patriots had gone on to win the Super Bowl that year.
“What was it like after it happened?”
“After the accident?” He left out a quick breath and wheeled along. “Life sucked. I played the ‘woe is me’ game for months while in rehab. I’d been so scared because my career was over. Everything I’d worked for was gone in an instant.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis. “I didn’t want to see anyone. And before long I’d totally isolated myself. I found myself in a hospital bed with no friends. Well, no real friends. I had a lot of friends in the league, but they stopped dropping by as soon as the season started. I became old news very fast.”
“That had to have sucked.”
“You have no idea. I contemplated suicide a few times. My family helped me get through it. Finally, my older sister was with me one day, and she looked at me and said, ‘You have to find the joy in your life again.’ She then told me she’d known I was gay since I was a kid. She had a friend who worked for one of the trade magazines, and they wrote a delightful story about my injury and my coming out. I was contacted by Outsports almost immediately and became one of their celebrity spokespersons. It took a long time for me to find my joy, but I did.”
“That’s pretty fucking inspiring.”
“Thanks. What inspired me was porn.”
“Huh?”
“More specifically, I watched Kenneth Connin, a paraplegic guy, live his full porn fantasy for a popular website. Besides making me fucking hot, I was like, if he can be a porn star, I can be whatever I want.”
“Oh, so you want to be a porn star?” I said, joking with him.
“Nah. Don’t get me wrong. I love sex as much as the next guy, but I don’t feel the need to do it for a studio.”
“So, do you mind if I ask?” I let the word hang in the air.
“About sex? Yes, I can have sex. And as you learned yesterday, I can get a hard-on,” he smiled as he said this, and the heat raced into my cheeks as I blushed. “Just messing with you. As for erections, I have a psychogenic but not a reflexogenic erection. Basically, you can blow me all day long and not get a rise out of me. I don’t have the nerve endings down there that work right. But mental images and being with a hot guy makes me rock hard, but I need a cock ring to help maintain it. I also don’t experience orgasms the same way.”
“Do you miss them?” I said absently but then corrected myself. “I’m so sorry, that came out wrong.”
“I miss them. I won’t pretend that I don’t miss my life before all this,” he said, motioning to his chair. “But I’m glad to be alive, and so many parts of my life are better now than before the accident. I don’t even know if I would have found my sexuality without the accident. I would still be playing and still be in the closet.”
We walked in silence for about a minute before he looked over at me and said, “Want a ride?”
I bent my head to the right and shot him a questioning look. “On your chair?”
“Yep. Come sit in my lap and I’ll wheel you back to your cabin. Fulfill your childhood fantasy of sitting in my lap.”
I let out a slight groan. “Wow, that was cheesy.”
He smiled nonchalantly. “I know. But really, hop on. I’ve had bigger men in my lap. I can whisk you home.”
I felt a little stupid, but thought, why the hell not. So, I sat in his lap and let him wheel me around. Even though Isaac wasn’t erect, I could still feel the monster lying beneath his shorts pressing into my backside. He had me to the base of the hill leading up to the green cabins in no time.
“Let me off. I’ll hike up the last part.”
“I can take you all the way.”
“I’m sure you could…in more than one way. But the path going up there is not wheelchair friendly.”
“Yeah, I haven’t even tried going up that hill. The loose rock worries me.”
He stopped and I got off his lap. I may have shown him a bit more of my ass than was strictly necessary.
“Thanks,” I said. “I can honestly say meeting my number one masturbation fantasy growing up was better than I could have ever hoped.”
I bent down to kiss him on the top of the head, but Isaac turned his head, and we locked lips instead. I didn’t mind the kiss, but it wasn’t his lips I wanted on mine. I put my hand on his chest and gently pushed away. “You cheeky little bastard. That’s how you get all the guys…with chair rides and sneaking kisses?”
