Back to life

Back to life (t/t, mast, oral, anal)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The content of this story may strike some of you as fetishistic. If it does, it does.

"C'm on, c'm on, pick up the phone!" Shay muttered impatiently to himself, absentmindedly slapping his thigh with his free hand.

"Hey, Shay!"

"Finally! Where were you today, and why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Rick, who (you guessed it!) was at the other end, smiled to himself. Shay sounded pretty spirited. About time, too.

"What do you mean, where was I?"

"You were supposed to be at choir practice, dumb-ass!"

"You mean you were there? But I thought you stopped going after..." Rick was rudely interrupted.

"Yeah, I know, it's been a few months, but all that's ancient history now. Gotta move on. So, why weren't you there?"

Rick thought hard for a minute, trying to come up with some excuse. Then an evil grin formed on his face.

"I'll tell you why", he said in a low, conspiratorial voice.

"Well, go on, then!"

"It was like this..." Rick lowered his voice and spoke in a whisper. As he finished, there was a brief silence.

"You didn't!" Shay said.

"Yup! Sure did!"

"No way!"

"I told you, didn't I? Wanna hear some more?"

"Too fuckin' right I wanna. I'm comin' over right now." Shay hung up abruptly.

Rick stared at the phone for a few moments, then lay back down on his bed, smiling. It was time for Shay to return to life again. Hell, it was long overdue. No 17-year old should mope like he'd been doing for the last seven months. True, he had a better reason to play Mr Morose than many others, but it still wasn't right.

Rick settled down to wait and to make up the details of the story he was going to tell Shay once he arrived. He knew it would take a while, even if Shay lived quite close. His buddy wasn't a fast mover anymore, not like he used to be.

Rick closed his eyes and gave himself up to the fantasy he was making up, stroking his hardening meat on top of his shorts. This was fun. He thought back to some other fun times he had had with Shay. Last winter, they had been getting into some hot shit. And then his buddy took it into his head one night to go for a drive in his new car. If Shay had a fault, it was his tendency to believe he was the world champion of everything he did. Including driving. Well, the events of that night had proved that maybe he wasn't. Rick had really missed his friend afterwards, both during the weeks Shay spent in hospital, but more so later on. Shay didn't seem to want contact with anyone. That's why this call was so welcome.

Abruptly, the front door bell rang. Rick shook himself and walked out to let Shay in.

"Rick, my man! How's it hangin'? Oh, I see it isn't."

Shay was wearing a huge grin, but he wasn't looking into Rick's eyes. Rick followed the direction of Shay's glance, and blushed instantly. Damn! He shouldn't have worn the shorts that fit him so well two years ago. The outline of his erection was so plain to see that he quickly glanced right and left to check if anybody else was there. That done, he looked back up, and confusion seized him.

"But, but..." he began, lamely.

"But what, my articulate friend?" asked Shay, now grinning even more.

"You're, like, standing up", said Rick.

"Yup! Marvelous what modern technology can do." Shay supported himself on the wall with one hand and bent down. He used the other hand to pull up his left trouser leg, displaying the artificial limb underneath.

"See? A prosthesis. Got one on the other leg, too. Pretty neat, huh?" Shay looked mighty pleased with himself.

"You mean you, like, walk?" Rick was still trying to take in the news.

"Sure I walk. I don't have enough practice yet to walk very far. That's why I used these to get over here." He indicated the crutches that were leaning against the wall.

"Yeah. I mean, uh, sure. Neat. Erm, come on in." Rick stepped aside, and Shay walked past him. He seemed completely steady, but his step was slow and deliberate, like he was still learning to walk. Which he probably was.

Shay knew his way to Rick's room, and once there, he plopped down on the bed. Rick stood in the doorway, his glance riveted to the feet that dangled over the bottom edge. Not that he hadn't seen Shay's feet before, but these were different feet. Still Shay's, but not Shay's. Or whatever.

"Hey, wanna see?" Shay seemed to be full of bounce and life today. Without waiting for an answer, he got up to a sitting position and loosened his waist button. The zip went down, and the pants began travelling along the familiar skin of his thighs. Rick held his breath as the knees came into sight. Both of them were intact, but that was about it. He could definitely see something strange just below them. Before he could think of anything to say, though, Shay had loosened both prostheses and slid one of them out of the pants.

"Catch!" he said, tossing the artificial limb over to Rick, who was too gobsmacked to grab hold of it. Slowly, he bent down to the floor to retrieve it, his eyes riveted to the two leg stumps that ended just below the knees. He was painfully hard again and thankful he was squatting down.

"Like what you see?" asked Shay and wiggled his two short legs at Rick.

"No! I mean..."

"You do! I always knew you were a pervert!" Shay seemed to be enjoying himself. Rick was beginning to feel troubled. Was he really a pervert, getting excited at the sight of his friend's leg stumps, or was it just the novelty of it?

"C'm on! Less of the long face, buddy. Get over here and tell me more about the stuff you mentioned on the phone."

Rick walked over and sat down beside Shay.

"So, you were telling me of how you fucked Cindy Burnette a couple of hours ago, when you should have been at choir practice."

Rick took a deep breath and tried to relax. Maybe he shouldn't worry so much about perversions, and just get on with the story he'd been cooking up. He shoved Shay lightly to one side, and the boy lay down on his back, making room for Rick to lie beside him. He thought for a while about how to start, but when Shay gave him a none too gentle prod in the ribs, he just began.

"You know Cindy's been giving me looks for a while, right?"

Shay knew no such thing, but made an assenting noice all the same.

"Right", continued Rick. "And today, at lunch, she was flirting pretty directly with me. Not a lot of people noticed, because it happened mostly under the table. But when a foot is playing around with your nuts, there's not much doubt about what the owner of the foot wants, is there?"

Shay was stroking himself on top of his boxers. The outline of his cock was plainly visible, as was the small wet spot.

"So, when she suggested that we should skip the two last classes and get over to her place, I reckoned she wanted some fun. You know I don't usually play hooky, but it was in a good cause."

"Yeah, sure. Getting your dick a workout is always a good cause." Shay's sarcasm was heavy.

"Anyway, we did. Go to her place, I mean. She didn't lose any time, and while I was still getting out of my shoes, she was naked and ready for me."

Shay pulled his boxers down, which went quickly, since they didn't have very far to travel. His long, slender dick, complete with the foreskin Rick had always envied him, was pointing straight up along his belly. Rick took the cue, and removed his own shorts. This took a little longer, since they were pretty tight, but soon both boys were jacking off gently. Rick was amazed that they had got to this stage so quickly. It was almost like old times.

"What did you do first?" asked Shay, the excitement plain to hear in his voice.

"Well, you know you can't just stick your dick inside straight away. You gotta pave the way, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So, I stroked her a little bit, played with her tits and nipples."

"Nipples? Does that feel good?"

"Sure it does. Didn't you ever play with yours?"

"No. Why?" Shay sounded pretty skeptical.

"Because it feels good, that's why. Now watch me." Rick wet his right index finger and thumb slightly and brought it up to one nipple, tweaking it and causing himself to shudder. He moved his hand to the other one, pinching it pretty hard and making himself squeal a little.

"That looks hot. Show me again!" Shay said eagerly.

Rick repeated the process, just harder, bringing on stronger shudders and groans.

"Damn! That looks good. Wonder if it works on me?" Shay wet a couple of fingers and tried to fondle his own nipples.

"Nope. Didn't feel much." He shook his head, but tried again.

"Still not much."

"Here, let me help", Rick said. Shay lifted both arms over his head as Rick moved one hand to his friend's right nipple. At first he just flipped it up and down, then squeezed it. No response.

"Maybe yours aren't as sensitive as mine. Lemme try something else." Rick brought his mouth down on the little protrusion and let his teeth work on it.

"Wooaaa!" Shay moaned loudly and shuddered. Rick smiled to himself and repeated the process.

"That was great, man! Whadja do?"

"I bit it real gently right at the tip. Like it?"

"Fuck, yeah! Do it again!"

Rick gladly complied. Standing on all fours over Shay, he used his teeth on the inviting nipples again and again. The leg stumps rubbed against his calves, and his own excitement increased, causing precum to start seeping from his dick.

"Enough!" Shay gasped. "I don't think I can take anymore, man."

"Really? Cindy could." Rick rolled over to his back, laying still beside his panting friend. Shay's dick was pretty much the same as before: A long, slender shaft, topped with at bulbous bluish-red head, now wet with precum. Tentatively, he touched it, causing Shay to gasp again.

"So, what else did you do to Cindy?" Shay was smiling, his eyes closed.

"I worked downwards. Want me to show you?"

Shay nodded, and Ricky got on his hands and knees again. First, he planted a kiss on Shay's chest, then alternated between licking and kissing, down the abdomen, where the six-pack was still visible. Shay must have been exercising again lately. He almost looked as fit as before the accident. As Rick got to the bellybutton, he stuck his tongue inside it, wiggling it around a little.

"Hey! That's weird!" Shay giggled.

"That's what Cindy said", answered Rick, his voice husky with excitement.

"Well? You're not gonna stop like that, are you?" Shay seemed impatient.

"I don't know what to do next", whispered Rick, embarrassment causing him to blush. "You're not built like her, you know."

"No kidding", answered Shay with a small laugh. "I trust you to make the necessary adjustments."

"Okay. But don't go all funny on me, now." Rick still seemed a little embarrassed.

"I won't. I promise", said Shay. Then, without warning, he grabbed Rick by the neck and pulled him down for a quick kiss. As it ended, both boys blushed, and Rick soon moved down Shay's body, not speaking.

Shay didn't stay quiet long. Not after Rick lifted his legs (what remained of them) and started licking his scrotum.

"Shit, Rick! That's excellent!" Rick didn't answer, just pulled on the skin of the sac with his teeth. Shay whimpered a little, and went on to squeal as first one of his nuts, then the other, was pulled into the warmth of Rick's mouth. Another squeal followed as Rick's tongue started moving down his perineum.

"Waaah!" The shout was loud and high, and was at once followed by a grunt from Rick.

"You kicked me in the head! What was that about?" he asked, plainly annoyed.

"Sorry", Shay whispered. "It's just that you surprised me when you licked my asshole like that. Did it hurt?"

"Nah." Rick smiled back. "It's not like you got heels or anything to hurt me with anymore." Rick regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

"You do get turned on by these!" Shay lifted his legs straight up in the air and wiggled them about. His delight was evident. "Admit it, you do!"

"Okay", said Rick. "I do. Does that make me a pervert?"

"No, but it makes me a happy camper", answered Shay. "I never thought anybody would like me anymore after the accident." Another uncomfortable silence followed.

"Ookay. Enough of that", Shay continued loudly. "If I remember it right, you were at work in the middle regions of me. Well, I guess it's below the middle now, but you know what I mean."

"So I was. Back to work, then." Rick dove down again, now concentrating on the perineum and balls, only occasionally swiping his tongue along the crack.

"Cindy liked that, but she really loved what came next" he said.

"Yeah? What was that?" The words were a bit indistinct, and Rick suspected he himself appeared a bit blurry to the hazy eyes beneath him.

"I sucked on her clit."

Shay tittered weakly. "Well, you sure can't do that on me."

"That's where you make your mistake, Shay. Learn evolutionary biology!"

With that, Rick opened his mouth wide and took in half of Shay's throbbing rod. As he slid upwards, letting his tongue work on the head, Shay threw back his other head (the big one) and let out a howl.

"Riiiccckk! Shit, man! Keep doing that! It feels so good! Much better than last...Oooohh!"

Rick tried smiling to himself, which is not easy to do with a thick teenage tube filling your mouth, and slid down, letting his nose hit the cute little pubic bush, then up again. Last time had been only days before Shay's accident, and it had been the first time Rick sucked Shay off. Nice as it was, both boys had been pretty nervous, and Shay hadn't been able to cum inside Rick's mouth. He'd had to use his hand. Rick, on the other hand, had deposited a big flow of his jism down Shay's throat after only twenty seconds of mouth action. He'd been so embarrassed!

But that was all in the past. Right now, Rick was concentrating on his performance, trying to use the tricks he'd read about on the net: Sucking hard, sucking light, letting the glans slide along his palate, swirling his tongue around it, deep-throating, sucking and masturbating at the same time. Shay seemed to like it all.

"Uh, Rick! If you keep that up, you're gonna have a mouthful!"

Rick lifted his head, giving the piss-slit a little kiss.

"A mouthful might be nice, but not now. If you don't mind, I got other plans."

He went back to sucking for a while, keeping a check on the two small orbs inside their almost hairless sac. As they started to rise, he let go, once more lifting his head to look directly into his friend's ice blue eyes.

"Wanna know what I had planned?" he asked.

"I think I can guess. You deserve it, Rick."

"Why?"

"'Coz I've been such a self-pitying jerk for so long, and you've been all patient and understanding. My mom always told me patience is a virtue, and virtue deserves a reward. It's all yours."

Shay lifted his leg stumps up in the air, holding one hand under each knee joint. Rick, still fascinated by the sight of those maimed legs, soon shifted his glance to the pink pucker that seemed to look invitingly at him. Christ! It was beautiful! Two smooth, pale round cheeks surrounding the wrinkly anus that glistenend moistly at the entrance to the holy of holies. Lifting Shay's ass a little higher, he moved in for a closer inspection. Lovely! He sniffed it, sensing only a clean, musky scent. Time to try some more things he'd read about on the net!

"Iiiihh! Was that your tongue? Heee-heee! That feels funny!" Shay giggled and writhed on the bed.

"It was good, though!" he added hurriedly, seeing the worried expression Rick set up. That was all Rick needed, and with a big grin, he went back to work.

"Wow! Mmmh! Goood!" Shay relaxed and gave himself over to the enjoyment of his friend's tongue working on him. Good as it was when Rick licked around the pucker, it felt excellent with the tip working directly on the opening. It tickled, though, causing Shay to giggle a bit. Shortly, he felt the tongue trying to enter him. Yess! That night, after he and Rick had sucked each other off, he had spent hours reliving the scene and fantasizing about the next time. About giving and receiving blow jobs, about kissing, stroking and all the things they could do. And about his most secret fantasy. Penetration. He'd had a finger up his ass lots of times, and knew how great that could feel. Two fingers was nice, too, but moving them about was awkward. Most of all, though, he wanted a cock up there. He wanted Rick to fuck him. The desire had been dormant for months after the accident, or at least Shay had told himself that. But secretly,...

A finger slid gently inside, and Shay drew his breath in sharply. The finger stopped.

"Does it hurt?" Rick asked, apprehension in his voice.

"No! No, it's good! Go on, please! Yeah, that's right! Slide it in! More! Yeah, move it about a bit, see if you can find...eeeeeeh!"

"Found it!" came Rick's gleeful response. He allowed his fingertip to slide a couple more times across the prostate that he'd learned so carefully to locate inside himself. Shay moaned louder than ever, and the sight of his rock hard dick oozing precum had Rick's own erection aching painfully. He concentrated on the task in hand, though - or in his finger - and began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion. After keeping it up for a minute or so, he pulled out. Rick's intention was to add another finger, but when he saw the slightly open hole, he couldn't resist giving it another go with his tongue. Not without misgivings, because it might be nasty, but he had to try.

"Yess! Oh, God, Rickieee!" Shay had no complaints, and neither had Rick. It was pretty wild, actually, having his tongue really inside another guy's asshole. Hard work, but fun. He came up for air, but as he bent down to resume, Shay put a hand on his forehead.

"It's great, Rick, but I'm ready now. Do it!"

"Do what?"

"Do what? Do what?! Stick your cock in me, that's what! Fuck me, Ricky! I want it so bad!"

"Oh, well, if you're sure..." Rick put up a doubtful face, but couldn't hold it for long. Reaching under the pillow, he retrieved the lubricating jelly he'd been preparing to use on himself just before Shay's call.

"Be prepared!" he tittered as he unscrewed the cap.

"Be bloody, bold and resolute!" countered Shay, dissolving in a fit of giggling and coughing. When he recovered, the sight that met him was Rick's prick, glistening with lubrication.

"Yeah, babe! That goes in me. Now! Do it!" he whispered hoarsely. Rick shuffled closer, grabbed the knee-stumps to lift them high, then brought his right hand down to guide his fuck-tool to its target. Soon, the penetration was beginning. Shay at first felt little, but then he had a sense of rupture as the head began sliding past the outer sphincter. Instinctively, he wanted to scream, but he checked himself in time. Rick might get scared and pull out, and Shay had dreamed about this moment too long to let that happen. It was hard, though, because the pain only intensified as the cock encountered and passed the inner muscle. Still, Shay kept as quiet as he could, and Rick kept sliding inward. Then he stopped. Shay opened his eyes and tried to breathe gently again. He relaxed a little, then some more.

"You're in!" he said, awestruck. "You're all the way in! I can feel your pubes! How do you feel?"

"Huh?" Rick seemed in a trance, and Shay relaxed and re-clenched his ass muscles to bring him back.

"You're fucking me, Ricky! How does it feel?"

"I don't know", Rick said. Shay giggled again. His friend looked like a little kid who'd just found a ton of candy in his room. The little shake that accompanied the giggle didn't hurt much, either, Shay noticed. In fact, he was almost comfortable again.

"I'm ready for you now, Rick. Fuck me!"

Rick positioned himself with his thighs under Shay's ass and Shay's legs over - or rather on - his shoulders.

"You sure? It doesn't hurt?"

"No, it's wonderful!"

That wasn't entirely true. Shay did feel awfully full, and he was still a bit scared, but the hurt from the initial penetration was gone. Rick slowly pulled out a little bit, then eased all the way back in. This time, Shay whimpered slightly, but he quickly placed both hands on Rick's hips, pushing outward. Rick pulled out a little more, then back in. Shay pushed again, and the motion was repeated. Another five or six times, and Shay began to give himself over to the incipient pleasure. Amazing! His oldest and best friend had a big, fat, beautiful prick inside his most private place, and Shay loved it!

"Wooooh! Do it, Rick! Fuck me! Fuuucckkk meeeeee!" Shay banged both his fists on the mattress as he hollered.

"You got it!" Rick panted. In one swift motion, he pulled out till his dickhead was just visible, then pushed back in. He didn't slam it in, not quite, but it was still hard.

"Aaaaaah! More!" Shay was screaming freely now. Rick found his rhythm, pulling almost all the way out slowly, pushing in again slowly for the first four or five inches, then slamming himself to the bottom in Shay's ass.

"Huh, Shay, baby, I won't be able to keep this up long. I'm gonna cum soon."

"Do it, Rick! Plug me hard and shoot your hot cum in me! I'll make myself cum, too." Shay began pulling at his cock.

"Yeah! Shit! Haahh!" Rick increased his tempo, sweat starting to pour off him. The excitement of the situation made Shay pull faster.

"I'm shooting, Rick! Soon, soon, yeaaaaahhh!" Shay's piss slit burst open, and the first stream of hot teen jizz flew upwards at almost ninety degrees, followed by another, even higher. His body froze, the only sound a low, animal groan struggling to get past his vocal chords. Rick slammed in hard one last time, threw his head back and let loose his pent-up supply of young sperm, letting it wash all over Shay's bowels.

"Yaaaaahhhh! Woooouuhhh!" Rick's voice seemed to fill the room, as his cock filled his buddy's hole with its piping hot load. For the next few seconds, only heavy panting could be heard, but what remained in Shay's memory was the scent of his and Rick's mingled sweat and of his own ejaculate as it glistened on his chest, stomach and underbelly.

"That was the most wonderful thing I felt in my life, Rick! Thank you!" Shay reached up to pull Rick's face down for a long, tender kiss.

"Wow!" was all Rick could get out. His dick still hadn't stopped pulsing inside Shay.

"Man, that was wild! Why didn't we do it years ago!"

"Does it matter now, Rick?" Shay planted another gentle kiss on the lips above him.

"I guess not." Rick began pulling out. It was awkward, slow, and not entirely painless for the boy at the bottom. Both of them lay down on their side, Rick spooning Shay from behind, his left hand lightly stroking Shay's chest, the right hand holding round his shoulders. The closeness, the warmth, the feeling of being cared for became too much for Shay, and his eyes started filling up with tears.

"What's the matter, lover?" asked Rick as he felt the first salty tear hit his arm.

"Nothing. Everything is perfect. It's just that... you know. Only a few months ago I thought my life was over. No legs, no real body, no more friends, no sex, no nothing. And now...Oh, Rick, did you say "lover"?" Shay turned round to face Rick.

"Yeah, I did. I'll say it again, too, if you want."

This time, the kiss seemed to last forever, but it did break up eventually. For his part, Shay felt content to just lie there, gazing into the eyes of his friend and lover, but other things intruded on the moment.

"Well, well, well. This one still has unfinished business", he said with a big smile, reaching down to grab Rick's slick, hard member.

"Yeah, he has. And so do I. Turn over on the other side."

Shay did as he was told, and soon was shuddering as Rick's hands slid up and down his body, caressing his chest, his abdomen, his balls, his thigh, his legs, all the way down to their abrupt end, then up again, all the while avoiding the growing young prick.

"So, what were you really doing earlier?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" said Rick, letting the underside of his cock glide along the inviting ass crack.

"You know what I mean. When Cindy Burnette was at choir practice and you were not."

"Just moping on my own. Does it matter?" Rick was entering Shay again, and as the hot cock began its passage up his ass channel, Shay decided the he didn't care. Why ask questions? He and Rick were making love!

This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001. All rights reserved.

Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com