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Let me start by apologizing for the delay in getting the last couple chapters out. I have been busy finishing up my schooling, and have finally completed it for now. I will have to go back for another year at some point, but in the meantime, I should be able to get some writing done.
Also, at the end of this story, I will include a preview of my newest story that I hope you will also enjoy. Because of the delay, here is the last couple paragraphs from Chapter 9.
Time was nearly up, but we were able to fight our way toward the opposing team's goal, where I found myself with the ball. As I got close to the goal, one of the defenders came after me. As I tried to get passed him, he blatantly kicked me in the shin, which brought me to the ground as whistles sounded. Looking up I saw the referee holding up a yellow card for the other player, and I would get a penalty shot at the goal. Standing up, holy cow did my shin hurt where he kicked me. I looked down at it, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far. No doubt it was going to bruise.
Lining up to take my shot, I ran toward the ball, and kicked it for all I was worth. I watched as the ball hit the outstretched fingers of the goalie, but he wasn't able to stop it. Instead he deflected it into the side of the net, scoring another goal for our team. With only about a minute and a half left, the coach saw that I was limping a bit and had me sit on the bench. The last minute and a half went by quickly, and the final score was 8-5 with our team getting the important win we needed. As time ran out, our side of the bleachers erupted in cheers. Standing up to join the rest of my team, the pain in my leg increased, and my leg gave out on me, dropping me to the ground, bringing a gasp from the crowd.
"Tim, what happened?" The coach asked.
"I don't know coach. The pain was a lot worse when I stood up again, then my leg just gave out." I answered.
"Okay, just stay there, and we will get you checked out." The coach said with some concern in his voice.
There were some EMTs on hand for the game, and they quickly came over as the coach called them. After explaining what happened, they splinted my leg, and helped me to their stretcher. My dad ran over and said that they would all meet me at the hospital. After being loaded up into the ambulance, we were on our way to the hospital.
The EMT that was in the back of the ambulance taking care of me started an IV and gave me some fluids. He could tell I was in pain and gave me a medication through the IV. I'm not sure what it was, but I started feeling sleepy and a little out of it. Only a couple of minutes later I was asleep.
Now without further ado:
The Academy in the Forest By Chuck S Chapter 10
I woke as the EMT's were unloading the stretcher and began wheeling me into the emergency room. To be honest, the effects of whatever they gave me had not completely worn off and I was still a bit groggy, but I know that I was wheeled into a room that had several people waiting inside for our arrival. I heard several voices going back and forth, not really understanding what was happening. I watched the EMT's walk out of the room as the doctor turned to face me. She appeared to be maybe in her forties, and had shoulder length hair that was beginning to show some signs of graying. She wore glasses that held behind them soft caring light brown eyes. She was wearing the standard scrubs with a white coat, with a stethoscope around her neck.
"Hello Timothy, my name is Dr. Anders," She said kindly, while extending her hand for me to shake, which I did before she continued. "I understand that you were kicked in the shin earlier today at a soccer match. Is that correct?"
"Yes Doctor. It didn't seem too bad at first. Sure it hurt, but after sitting down and getting back up, my leg just gave out on me." I answered.
"Hmm, I see," She replied with a look on her face as if she were thinking of what to do next. She quickly examined me from head to toe, spending a bit more time on the leg in question. She had me perform several movements while she held my leg, and I have to admit that they did hurt. "Okay Tim, I think we will send you over to x-ray and see what that shows us and go from there okay?"
"Okay Doctor Anders, thanks."
It was as she turned to walk out that three concerned faces appeared in the doorway, the faces of my Mom, Dad, and of course Scott. Seeing my parents, the doctor caught them up on what all had happened so far, and what the next step was before leaving the room.
"Doing okay Kiddo?" My mom asked, riffling my hair.
"I'm doing okay," I answered. "My leg does hurt though."
They all sat down while we waited for whomever to come take me to x-ray. I swear hospitals just love making people wait around for hours. We talked about the game, and the fact that our team would now be heading to the state playoffs, which had everyone excited, but there was another subject I was interested in hearing about.
"So how did court go today?" I asked, looking to Scott expectantly.
"Well, we got started right on time. We had to stand when the judge walked in and then we could sit back down. The judge asked the state representative from the Child Protective Services to present my case. She told him about everything that had transpired, and about my parents. Next he..."
At that point Scott was cut off by a knock on the door, where a young guy about twenty appeared and said he was there to take me to x-ray. It was a short two minute ride as he pushed my bed before we arrived in radiology. The technician helped me move to the table to have my x-rays taken. I had to move my leg into several positions and hold them so that an x-ray could be taken. The whole ordeal was rather painful, moving my leg around into positions that wouldn't have been comfortable even if I hadn't been injured. Luckily the process didn't last too long, and I was wheeled back into my room in the emergency room. No sooner was I back when a nurse walked in and asked if I was in pain. I admitted to her that I was, and that the process of getting x-rays had made it worse. She gave me some medicine through my IV, and once again, I found myself slipping away.
I'm not sure how long it had been, but I came to sometime later. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Scott on the side of the bed next to me, holding my hand. It may sound lame, but it was like opening my eyes and seeing an angel, with his golden hair shining in the sunlight that was streaming through the window. His blue eyes looking into mine, oceans of concern. No matter what the doctor had to say about my leg, I knew it would be all right simply because Scott was here with me.
"Hey Tim, I'm glad you are awake," Scott said softly.
"How long was I out?" I asked, having no idea what time it was now.
"Oh, somewhere between half an hour and forty-five minutes. The doctor still hasn't been back, but the nurse has checked in a couple times." Scott answered with a slight smile on his face. It was then that I noticed we were alone in the room. My parents were nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, where did my parents go?" I asked curiously.
"Well, from now on you will have to call them our parents, and they just went for some coffee real quick. Actually I'm surprised they aren't back yet." Scott answered.
"Wait a minute, that means you are adopted now?" I asked. Before he said anything I could tell by the broad smile on his face what the answer would be, so I sat up and hugged him tightly. "Welcome to the family!" I said before kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"Hey! We are brothers now, so you can't do that anymore." Scott said trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. His comment caused us both to laugh, and it was as we were laughing that my parents walked back into the room.
"Glad to see you are awake," my dad said, taking a seat on one of the chairs in the room as he took a sip from the cup of coffee he had returned with. "We saw the doctor in the hall on our way back, and she said she would be in in just a minute or two."
"Okay," I said. Scott finished off his story pretty quickly from where he had left off. The woman from Child Protective Services told the judge about how his parents had disowned him, and that my parents were willing to adopt him, and keep him at the private school he was currently in. The judge asked if Scott was okay with the adoption, and spoke with him privately to ensure he was happy with the arrangements that had been made. Of course he was, so the judge banged his gavel, papers were signed, and voila, Scott was now a member of the family. As he finished his story, I gave him another hug, which my parents joined in on, making it a group hug.
"Oops, sorry to interrupt." Dr. Anders said as she walked into the room, seeing our personal moment. We quickly separated, and prepared for the news. "I have reviewed your x-rays Tim, and there is some good news and some bad news. The good news is that there is not a complete fracture, the bad news is that there is a small hairline fracture right where you were kicked. So, let me explain what that means," She proceeded to put the x-ray up in the room and point to where the small fracture was. "Luckily, with this type of fracture, you won't need a cast, but you will have to take it easy, and use crutches for about a month to give it a chance to heal. No strenuous activity for at least another three weeks after that just to be safe. The nurse will be in to size you for crutches, and I will write a prescription for some pain medication. Nothing too strong, but we don't want you to be in pain. After that, I think you will be ready to go. Do you have any questions for me?"
"I don't think so." I said
"Well I do," My dad said. "We were going to surprise the boys with this later, but given the circumstances, I think it best to ask now. We were planning to take the boys down to Disneyland for spring break in a couple of weeks. Would it be safe for Tim to travel, and would he be able to ride rides as long as he doesn't have to put weight on his leg?"
"I don't think that would be a problem at all actually, just be sure not to overdo it." She replied. "Well, take care, and enjoy your trip, I hope you have a great time."
"Thank you Doctor." We all kind of said semi-together.
"Disneyland?!" I asked with excitement. Living in Virginia, there are a couple theme parks, but I had never been to a Disney theme park before, so needless to say, I was excited already.
"Well, spring break is in two weeks, and we felt like you guys could use a vacation as kind of a thank you for putting up with moving and a welcome to the family type of thing." My dad answered. "We will talk more about it later, and go over all of the specifics okay?"
"Sure!" Scott said. "Honestly, I have never been to a theme park before, so this should be amazing!" I guess I wasn't the only one who was excited. Too bad we had another week of school before we would be heading down to California.
There was another knock on the door as the nurse walked in with a pair of crutches. She asked me how tall I was, and began adjusting the crutches for my height. She showed me how to use them so that I wouldn't put weight on my injured leg, and once she was sure I could handle them, she went over some paperwork with my parents. Once that was done, my dad went to get the car, and Scott helped me get into a wheelchair. I assured him it wasn't necessary, but he said he wanted to push me and help in any way he can. It was so cute, because he blushed when he said it for some reason.
Loaded into the car, we headed back toward the academy. We stopped to grab some dinner at a local burger joint, and the food was great. It wasn't a chain restaurant, but one of those local dives. I always found those type of places to be better anyways. One thing I did learn while we were at dinner is that these crutches were going to take some getting used to, but I figured I have a whole month to practice.
After dinner, Scott and I were dropped off at the academy, and on our way up to the dorms, we found the whole team in the common room waiting for us. We filled them in on what happened with Scott and I. They were disappointed that I would be out the rest of the season, but I ensured them Scott would cover the slack to which they laughed. We hung out with them for a while as we sort of celebrated our big win, but I was getting tired, and my leg was starting to hurt. Scott and I excused ourselves and headed to our room. I stripped down to my boxers, and Scott did as well.
"I'm sorry you got hurt today. I could tell you were in pain as we left the other guys. It stinks that we couldn't get your pain meds until tomorrow, but I have an idea that may help take your mind off of the pain." Scott said, as he stood up and caressed my cheek. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, this kiss more passionate than the one we had shared earlier in the hospital. Our tongues danced around inside of each other's mouths.
I let out a small gasp as Scott stroked my semi-hard dick through the soft fabric of my boxers. He broke our kiss with a devious smile, and slowly lowered himself to his knees. He reached into the fly of my boxers, and freed my now rock hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking me slowly. He leaned forward and kissed my abs which were starting to show some definition. He kissed downward until he reached the base of my erection. There was a drop of precum on my piss slit, so he stuck out his tongue, and teasingly licked it off, then smacked his lips as if he had just had the best meal of his life. If I wasn't so horny now, I likely would have laughed. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him.
I could taste myself on his tongue as we kissed, and for some reason, it drove me wild. I broke the kiss and leaned back as he slowly enveloped the head of my cock in his hit wet mouth. I could feel him swirl his tongue around the sensitive underside of the head, and I couldn't help but to moan softly. I reached forward and ran my hand through his soft golden hair. I didn't force him to take more of me, I was just enjoying the contact, and showing affection to the boy in front of me.
Scott slowly began bobbing his head up and down my shaft, using his tongue to massage me in ways I can't describe, but it felt amazing. After a minute or two, Scott pulled off of my dick and slid his fingers inside the waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips carefully and he tugged them off. He rewrapped his hand around my shaft and started slowly stroking once more as he lowered his face to my balls and began giving them a tongue bath. I hadn't had an opportunity to shower after the game, so I'm sure they were sweaty and salty, but he didn't seem to mind whatsoever.
He took each testicle into his mouth in turn and gently sucked on them, stroking me slowly all the while. After he had done this, he returned to sucking my dick once more. As he was sucking, he slowly slid a finger between my legs until he reached my tight rosebud, which he began to tickle as he sucked. The new added sensation started pushing me over the edge, and I think he could tell, because he began bobbing and sucking in earnest.
"Oh fuck. Oh Scott! Oh God, I'm going to cum." I moaned, not caring who could hear. Scott didn't miss a beat. He kept sucking as I started firing what felt like a large load into his mouth. He kept sucking as I finished cumming, and made sure to lick every last drop off of me. He let my softening member fall from his mouth as he rose to kiss me, planting his lips firmly against mine.
"Feel better?" He asked with a sly grin on his cue face.
"Much better actually." I said.
"Well let's take a shower and go to bed. I don't know about you, but all of today's events have made me tired." He said, and I agreed.
Scott helped me into the shower, and washed me and himself. I noticed he had a boner, but I couldn't repay the pleasure he had given me, but I did reach out for it and jack him off until he shot his load all over the wall of the shower. He once again helped me dry off before drying himself, then tucked me into bed with a goodnight kiss.
"Goodnight Tim. If you wake up and need some relief from the pain, don't hesitate to ask." Scott said seductively. Unfortunately, I was able to sleep all night... or was that a good thing? I'm not sure.
End of Chapter 10
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