Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It contains the depictions of consensual sex between teenage males. If this or any other aspect of male/male sex offends you or if you are averse to anything homosexual, please go elsewhere.
Important Author's Note: This is the seventh chapter in a novel length work about Jack, Jevin, Nick, their friends and families. Please do me a big favor: take a minute or two and send me a comment at my e-mail address: cutter57@hotmail.com. Just a few words are sufficient. Please understand that this is the only feedback I get; I truly have no idea of how many of you are reading and following this particular series. If I do not receive sufficient responses, I must stop what I am doing and pursue other projects. If you love these characters, as I do, and want to know about their futures please take a few minutes and send me a note. Thank you. Robert J. Cutter
WINE COUNTRY
Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 7 - Nicky's Story (Part 2)
I think we slept for about forty-five minutes. It was just fabulous with Vinny spread all over me; it was so incredibly comfortable. When he lifted his head he gave me a wonderful smile and kissed me.
"You were incredible Nicky!"
"I was incredible? It was you Vinny - you were unbelievable!"
"Thanks. But I was only that good because I had such a great partner. You are the best, Nicky."
"Then you've done this before, I gather," I said acting a little hurt.
"Yeah, I've done it lots. And you'd be knocked out if I told you their names."
"Really? Holy shit! Guy on the team?"
"My lips are sealed, but you'd be fuckin' blown away!"
I sat up and kissed him deeply. "I love you, Vinny. I really love you!"
"And I love you, my beautiful blonde Nicky with the incredibly thick cock." We both laughed and kissed and hugged some more.
"Wanna try somethin' else?"
"What?" I replied. I was willing to try anything with Vinny; he had only to ask. This guy was now my world.
"Well, it's called sixty-nine and it means that we...uh...well it means that we blow each other at the same time. Wanna try it?"
I nodded my head vigorously and Vinny smiled. "Okay, I'll show you what you gotta do. We'll take it slow and steady, Nicky, so if you got any problems let me know."
We began to hug and kiss again, and to lightly caress the other's body. I loved running my hands through Vinny's wonderfully thick body hair. He liked my blonde body hair, too. I was getting all hard again and so was Vinny. I could feel his monster cock pressing against my body, and it was just heavenly. The heat from this magnificent wand was like a branding iron against my flesh - but a branding iron that I could live with forever.
Vinny detached himself from me and flipped around so that we were head to crotch and facing each other. I saw his magnificent cock before my eyes - and was it a beauty - long (I'd say way over seven inches), thick (but not as thick as mine) and so, so enticing. He moved closer to me until the head of that beautiful cock was near my face. I put out my hand and slowly and softly stroked him. He was very hairy in his crotch but it was wonderful. He smelled just so incredibly male that it was a fantastic turn-on for me.
I slowly brought the head of that delicious looking cock to my mouth. He was leaking quite a lot of pre-cum and it was so incredibly inviting. I put my tongue out slightly and brought just a trace of Vinny's pre-cum into my mouth; it was warm and wonderful and tasted completely of Vinny. I immediately went back for more...and more. Pretty soon I found myself licking the whole head of Vinny's cock. I just loved the taste and feel of Vinny's maleness and the feel of that pre-cum running all over my tongue.
Meanwhile, Vinny was doing an A-1 job on my dick. He practically had the whole thing in his mouth and I could feel the head of my dick touching the back of his throat; it felt incredible as I could feel the back of his mouth squeezing the head of my dick. My senses were getting overcharged what with Vinny's cock in my mouth and mine almost in his throat.
I became a little braver and enclosed the whole of Vinny's cock head with my lips and mouth. I began to slowly suck on it and absolutely adored having it in my mouth. I took a little more of the shaft and a little more and still a little more until I had about three inches of Vinny's incredible cock enclosed by my mouth.
Suddenly I began to feel a tingling in my crotch and I knew I was going to come soon. The feeling kept building while I worked harder and harder on his dick. My body started to involuntarily begin to hump my dick in and out of Vinny's strongly sucking mouth while Vinny began to push more and more of his dick into my mouth. He began to moan and I could feel the vibrations on my dick and it was so excellent. Vinny's dick then started to get thicker in my mouth and get even thicker. It was incredible - absolutely overwhelming.
And then it hit! And did it ever HIT! I reached a shattering climax and could feel my jizm rushing into Vinny's mouth and squeezing throat. Then while I was primarily occupied by my orgasm, Vinny's hit. His cum was flooding my mouth and I was stunned and overwhelmed. I swallowed once, twice, three times. All I could think of then was that Vinny sure produced one helluva lotta cum. I didn't know if I liked the taste or not but I knew that it was Vinny's cum and I wanted it all. We both sucked and sucked until there was nothing more to suck out of each other's dicks and I felt myself getting soft in Vinny's mouth and Vinny's dick getting a little soft in my mouth.
Vinny flipped around and we hugged and kissed each other very passionately. I could still taste Vinny's cum in my mouth and I'm sure it mixed with mine in Vinny's mouth.
We went in to the shower and lovingly washed each other. It was such great fun washing my love and having him wash me. I was so excited. He even sneaked a soapy finger into my asshole for a second or two and I just loved it...just loved it.
We dressed and went out to an all night mini-mart to get something to eat; we were both ravenous. We brought the food back to the room, ate and watched the all-male channel again. We went to sleep wrapped in each other's arms and our bodies all entangled and it was the best night sleep I could remember since.since Frankie.
The next morning Vinny dropped me off; there was nobody home when we got there. I thought we couldn't do much more because I didn't know when somebody would show up and because Vinny had to go to work. But we went into my bedroom and started hugging and kissing passionately and before we knew it we were both naked and sucking each other's hard dick. It was marvelous all over again - I just could not get enough of my Vinny. I loved everything about him and having his dick in my mouth was a pleasure I knew I would never get tired of. It was another hour of blissand real contentment. When Vinny finally drove off, I cried and waved to him. I was hopelessly in love with Mario Vincent Cossatello - and I hoped to God that he was in love with me.
The season went along great and the JV team was undefeated. I started each game but I was usually taken out at halftime because the games were so one-sided. Vinny was gone for a few varsity games because his grandmother died and he had to go with his family to LA for the funeral and other family stuff. My family, particularly my father, was totally thrilled at my progress and they all came to all of our games, including Uncle Jack when he was around. I felt really great having them there and cheering for our team...and especially for me.
Both the JV and the varsity teams had a big game coming up between our arch rivals The Cougars. The varsity game was going to be played on Saturday evening at home and the JV game was away on Friday night. We practiced extra hard that week. These games were to be the highlights of our season.
Friday was very rainy which was very unusual for that time of year in the Central Valley of California - usually the rains came later. And they were absolutely torrential. We practiced indoors for a while and I lifted some weights before we were hustled into the school busses for our forty-mile trip. I was very worried about the drive as soon as we left the parking lot of the school. The bus I was on (there were three busses going) seemed to be having trouble getting the proper traction with the road. I could feel the rear end fishtailing - and I was sitting in the back. After we reached the interstate things were better and the bus seemed more stable but the driver was taking it very easy; I fell into a conversation with some of the other guys.
I'll tell you what I remember of the accident. It's still not all that clear in my mind thirteen years after it happened. They say that long-term memory gets better with age; well, I haven't reached that age yet. Or maybe it's what the psychiatrists said would happen - I would try to completely sublimate the experience and suppress it to the point where I could not remember the details at all.
The driver turned off the interstate and began taking a two-lane road that would lead us to the town where we needed to get. The road ran up and down some mountains - big hills, really. I heard what sounded like the big horn of a tractor-trailer rig and saw some yellow lights through the fog and moisture covered windows of the bus. That is the last thing I remembered clearly - except for the tumbling and the screaming and being thrown all around the bus and the breaking glass and the crunch of metal - and the fire.
The next thing I remembered was the quiet - the absolutely deathly quiet and the beating of the rain. The front of the bus was on fire but it was not spreading - possible because of the heavy rains. I had tremendous pain in my legs - searing, excruciating pain - and I screamed out. Nothing! Not another sound. I moved my head slightly and noticed the kid I had been sitting with. His eyes were opened and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth slightly. There was blood all over his forehead. He looked...dead! Grady looked like he was dead! I started to scream again and was met with more silence.
I tried looking at other area of the bus to see if anyone was moving or anything. But the only light was coming from the fire and what with the smoke and all I couldn't see much. The pain was getting worse - if that was possible. I put all my strength into another scream. I tried to move my body using my arms but I couldn't. I think my legs were pinned.
I suddenly heard a faint sound of a...of a...of a siren. Yes! It was a siren! We had been discovered! It was getting louder.and then louder still. I started screaming again and trying to wave my arms. I needed to let people know that I was alive...alive...alive.
And that's absolutely all I remember.
When I awoke I was in a very dimly lit room. Actually, when I first awoke I heard some strange noises ands before I even opened my eyes and saw anything. I heard all these beeping sounds. It was a really weird combination. When I slowly opened my eyes I saw the dim surroundings - and lots of plastic tubes. I slowly realized that I must be in a hospital and all those plastic tubes were going into me. I was also in a lot of pain, in my chest but mostly in my legs.
Someone must've noticed that I was awake and a nurse came in to check on me and the machines. I became aware of the fact that the sheets on the bed were raised into a sort of tent over my legs. I asked the nurse what that was all about and she said that I had sustained some injuries in the accident I was in and this was to protect my legs.
"Where am I?" I asked in a very breathy and low voice.
"You are in the intensive care unit at the University of California Medical Center in Davis."
"Davis? How the hell did I get to Davis?"
"You were brought here on a medical evacuation helicopter after the accident."
"A-a-accident?"
"Yes, the school bus accident, young man. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, yeah, the school bus." I seemed to have dimly remembered the rolling and the crashing and the noise and the fire. "Was anybody else hurt?" I asked.
She was quiet for a few seconds. "I think I'll let the doctor tell you all about that when he comes in to see you a little later, okay?" I nodded and she walked over to one of the plastic bags hanging above me and injected something into it.
When I awoke again my bed was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Mom was sitting by the side of the bed and Rosemarie, Annette and Uncle Jack were also there. I also noticed my dad sitting in a chair near the door.
"Hi, mom," I said very weakly.
"Hi, honey," she responded in her sweetest voice and she squeezed my hand. I immediately knew something was very wrong. "Howya doin', sweetheart. Howya feel?"
"Okay, I suppose, mom. Except for an awful lotta pain in my legs...and my chest."
"I know honey, I know. Honey, Dr. Morrison here has something he's gotta talk to you about."
Dr. Morrison, a rather tall, young looking man, came up to my bedside "Hello, son. I'm Cal Morrison. I'm an orthopedic surgeon - a bone doctor...bones of the limbs. Dr. Delgado, standing over there, is a vascular surgeon - you know, arteries and veins. We, my colleagues and I..."
When I heard these words my mind went into overdrive. I didn't hear a thing the doctor was saying. All I remember was that his lips were moving and he was surrounded by all those other people. The lights in the room suddenly became very, very bright and then they began to dim and the whole room became very dark and then they became very bright again. Faces looking at me became elongated and underwent changes in shape and color and Dr. Morrison (was that his name?) looked like he was ready to bite me. It was so incredibly weird - everything was so distorted.
And then I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me and I started to gag but it was just the dry heaves and nothing came up. Someone put a bedpan under my face and I saw my reflection in the bottom. I looked and didn't recognize myself.
"...that's why we feel that it was necessary to perform the surgery as I have described it."
Everyone was very quiet; they were all looking at me. I looked back at them very questioningly.
"You didn't hear anything I said, did you Nick?" Dr, Morrison asked.
I shook my head.
Uncle Jack came over and sat down next to the bed. He put one of his hands on my chest and held one of my hands with the other. "Nicky," he said, "please listen to me and listen carefully. After you were brought here the doctors determined that because of the seriousness of your injuries...the seriousness meant..." Uncle Jack took a deep breath as if to steady himself. "The seriousness meant immediate amputation of both of your legs."
I could not believe what I was hearing from Uncle Jack. "B-b-b-both?" I stuttered. He nodded. "They cut off both my leg?" I wailed. "Both legs? Cut them off? D-d-d-did they get a second opinion?" I screamed.
"Second and third, Nicky."
I was quiet. I looked from face to face. Dad seemed to be angry; mom was crying. The doctor's were impassive.
"H-h-h-h-how can l I-l-l-live w-w-w-without legs, Uncle Jack?" I suddenly screamed out.
"Nick, you are a strong young guy. I know you can overcome this trauma, and I'm sure you will be able to live a full and wonderful life." He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. As he stood up he gave my hands a tight squeeze. He was crying almost hysterically. To this day I can still feel Uncle Jack's big hands squeezing mine.
Dr. Morrison sat down again. His speech was very detached and he spoke rather clinically. "The surgery was performed right after you were flown in from the site of the accident and..."
I was tuning out again...my mind was drifting and I had trouble concentrating. What had this doctor said? I had no legs? No legs? These doctors had cut off both of my legs? Yeah, that's what I remember him saying. No legs. I had no legs. I was a legless cripple - a worthless, legless crippled teenager - a fifteen-year-old cripple. What was I going to do? What was to become of me? Would I be begging for handouts in front of some mini-mall? "Oh, God!" I screamed out suddenly.
Dr. Morrison was taken by surprise by my outburst; he looked stunned. He reached out and took my hand into his and stroked it slowly. "Sh-h-h-h, Nicky. I know you are still in a state of shock from the accident and from finding out all of this information so quickly. It was a very terrible accident, you suffered terrible injuries and it will take time. But after a few days things will become more normal and then you'll be able to think more clearly."
"What's to think clearly? What's normal? You told me you cut off my legs! What's to think about except that they're gone! You made me a cripple! That's normal?" I continued to rant and found myself rocking back and forth rhythmically.
"Yes, Nick, you will begin to think normally again after a few days. You will begin a rehabilitation program and you will be fitted with artificial legs. You will be in the hospital for about four weeks and then treated on an outpatient basis for a few more months until your rehabilitation is complete. You will adapt quite well and make excellent progress because you are a strong and capable young man."
"H-h-h-how much of them d-d-d-did you c-c-cut off, doctot?" I blubbered and stammered.
"The doctor were of the opinion..," he swallowed hard "...we were sure that we needed to remove both of your legs a few inches above the knees because of the extensive bone, muscle and vascular damage to you lower legs and to the knees themselves. I think we have left you with two excellent stumps. After they are sufficiently healed and after strengthening they will be excellent for prosthetic devices - artificial legs."
"You're left me with n-n-n-nothin'? I know that! I bet you left me with nothing!" I started screaming even harder and louder. "N-n-nothin'!"
"That's not true, Nick. We've left you will two excellent stumps - really, they're excellent. You will be able to be fitted superbly by the prosthetists."
"No legs...no legs...no legs...no legs..." I started repeating over and over and over like a mantra. "No legs...no legs...no legs...no legs..."
"Nick, are you listening to me? There have been tremendous advancements in pros...er...artificial leg designs in recent years, and I'm sure we will find the perfect limbs for you - something that will work excellently."
"No legs...no legs...no legs...no legs...no legs...no legs.. ."
Dr. Morrison stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. I had calmed down some by then. "Son, I know it's going to be difficult time in your young life. But I've heard a lot about you from your family and I know that you will come through this stronger and more determined than ever." He turned and started walking out of the room.
"I wanna see 'em." I said softly. This stopped him in his tracks.
He turned around to face me. "I don't think that is such a good Idea Nick."
"I wanna see 'em now, doctor! I want to see my LEGS!" I shouted, taking everyone by surprise. "I want to see how you cut off and how you mutilated my body!"
Doctor Morrison turned red and I thought he was going to explode. However, in a calm voice he said, "Nurse, would you help me?" He and one of the nurses removed the sheeted tent that was over my lower body. My father left the room and my mother moved away from the bed.
I leaned forward and saw what was left of my body. It certainly wasn't a pretty sight and I felt that wave a nausea coming over me again. I swallowed hard and brought my hand to what remained of my thighs. I began to rub the thighs. My legs ended in a swath of bandages. I thought the stumps were shorter than the doctor had said they were. Maybe it was the whiteness of the bandages against the white sheet. I didn't know.I didn't know.
The nurse replaced the tent and the entire medical staff left the room. I was quite stunned and nauseated. "No legs...no legs...no legs...no legs..." I was still repeating over and over, slowly rocking my upper body back and forth.
Mom quickly sat down in the chair next to the bed. My sisters were also near as was Uncle Jack. Nothing much was said and when visiting hours were over they kissed me good night and left, telling me that they would see me tomorrow.
"Yeah, all of me. And there ain't that much left," I said under my breath. "No legs...no legs...no legs...no legs..."
After they left I began to cry. There were so many thoughts going through my mind. How was I going to live without legs? How would I take a shit or piss? From a wheelchair? How will I be able to work on the cars? From a wheelchair? How the fuck would I be able to do anything - eat, sleep, shower, play sports? What'll happen if I wake up in he middle of the night? I won't be able to do anything! How'll I be able to continue in school? How'll I fuckin' function at all? I know everybody'll stare at me; I just know it! "Look over there at poor legless Nick pushin' himself around in that doofy wheelchair. Shit! What a sorry case he is! He has no legs. They cut 'em off - snip, snip. Does he still have his balls and dick attached? How does he fuckin' do it? It must be one helluva job not falling into the pot when he takes a shit!"
And Vinny! Oh, Christ! What about Vinny? Oh, Christ almighty! How can I continue my new and wonderful friendship with Vinny? How will we have sex together? Who'd want a worthless, legless cripple as a friend, or worse, as a lover?
I just had to know what was done to me and how much I was actually missing. I moved my hand down to my groin area. Maybe they removed my cock and balls too? Maybe they were also injured beyond repair. I panicked when I could not fee anything but then realized that I was bandaged. Bandaged? Why were my organs bandaged? I started to scream and reached for the call button.
A male nurse came into my room in the ICU. "I can't feel my dick or balls!" I screamed at him.
"Okay, okay, take it easy, man, please! I'll check, okay?" I nodded, slightly embarrassed by now. He lifted a flap on the tent and poked around for a minute or two. I could feel his hand on my stuff and squeezing me. I knew they were intact.
"Feel that? You're okay, man," he said while smiling. "And they're real beauties. You're catheterized so you'll piss right into a bottle. But if you need to take a dump ring the buzzer, okay?"
I nodded and thanked him for his help. After he left the room I started to cry again. I slowly rocked back and forth and cried and cried and cried.
A nurse came in and saw the precarious state I was in. She spoke in a soft voice and tried to calm me down. I was suddenly in a lot of pain and not in the mood to be calmed down. "I'm in a lotta pin!" I screamed. "I need something fast!" After about five minutes of screaming and hysteria a doctor came in a gave me another shot and I managed to calm down to just sobbing. Then I was out again.
Dr. Morrison came in to see me later in the day and checked on my incisions and changed the dressings. I was still whimpering slightly and in pain. I was given more pain relievers - in fact a steady stream of them. He told me that everything looked "very" good with the surgery. "You seem to be plenty strong, young man, judging by the way you were screaming before. All your vital signs are extremely strong so I don't see any reason not to start some early phase of rehab immediately. Dr. Wallace will be in charge of that phase of the program." Dr. Morrison stroked my cheek softly and lovingly and I leaned into his hand.
"Doctor, what am I going to do?" I whined. Self-pity is a terrible and debilitating feeling and I was wallowing in it.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat down right next to the bed. He looked at me directly in the eyes. "Nick, physically you are a very strong person. But to get through this episode you will need more than physical strength. You will need to be strong up here," and he tapped me on the head. "Luckily, here at the hospital we have many people here who can help with that."
"You mean shrinks?"
"Yes, some of them are psychiatrists, some are psychologist, some are social workers and some are ordinary people who happen to be amputees like yourself."
When I heard him call me an amputee I began to start crying and screaming again. "I'm a fuckin' amputee! I'll always be a fuckin' amputee. I'm a hideous cripple...I'm a fifteen year old fuckin' cripple...nobody'll ever love me or...ever want me!" I blubbered.
The doctor leaned over to me and started to rub the back of his hand against my cheek again. "Sh-h-h-h," he said softly, trying to calm me down. "How do you know that nobody will want or love you? You are a very, very handsome young man, Nicky! I'm sure there is someone out there for you. And you'll find that person some day." He rubbed my hair and face lightly and I did calm down. "I know you will. You will find that person, I'm sure...just as I'm sure that someday I will find the right person for me." He paused for a few seconds and smiled at me. I managed to smile back at him. "Now getting back to what we were discussing before. We'll have some of the people come in and visit you, but only if you want. They'll talk to you and help you make some important decisions."
"Like what?"
"Well, what you may want in the way of artificial legs; how to adapt to your new condition, and various other problems that will arise from time to time. Now, as I've already told you, your stumps are excellent for..."
When I heard the word "stumps" I began to cry again. The doctor asked what was wrong and I blubbered about stumps.
"Well, that's what you have now. You no longer have your legs. You have two stumps of what were once your legs. Those are the facts, Nick. I'm very sorry that it was necessary to perform the surgery on you, but I had no choice and nothing can change that now."
I nodded at him and he smiled at me again.
"Nick, my specialty has me performing many amputations during the course of a year. None are easy for me to do, because I know how disruptive they are to the people involved. I have to admit that yours were the most difficult I've had to do in many years." He paused and looked away for a second or two. "You are young, you are strong and I know that you are a fighter. All of these will be necessary for you to come through this ordeal in the best possible shape. You've had radical surgery. It's hard on your body both mentally and physically. You can do it, though. And I'm here to give you any help you need."
He kissed me on the forehead, smiled at me and left the room.
The next morning I was moved to a regular room. The tent was removed from over my legs and I could see the sheet laying flat on the bed where my legs had been. Later that day Dr. Wallace came by to describe the rehabilitation process and scheduled the hours for me.
During the next few days I began rehab and spoke to many other amputees and various assorted cripples in the rehabilitation wing. I was also visited in my room by some amputees who were already back out in the "world".
One big hurdle to overcome was learning to use the wheelchair they gave me and going to the john by myself. The chair was trickier to operate than it looked and it needed quite a few adjustments before I was comfortable in it. In rehab I just did some exercises to strengthen my muscles. Since I was in very good shape before the accident the exercises came very easily.
It was great meeting and seeing other amputees and cripples; I found out I wasn't in such bad shape as I had thought. It gave me a perspective on things, I guess. There was an twelve-year-old kid there who lost both of his arms when they were ripped out of his body by a piece of farm machinery and a young guy (with a wife and three kids) who lost both legs at the hip in a bad car wreck. There were paraplegics, quadriplegics, people affected by strokes. After the first few days I actually began looking forward to the rehab sessions - it was a time to socialize, discuss problem and fears with people facing the same problems as me. It was a way of finding out the solutions to problems we all encountered. Also the exercises were a good way to expend some pent-up energy and frustrations.
I also grieved for my teammates and classmates. Of the twenty-eight of us on that bus on that fateful night, ten had been killed and the rest pretty severely injured. Broken limbs and concussions abounded among the survivors with a few really serious cases of head injuries, paralysis and limb loss. I could not go to any of the funerals, of course, but I did read all the articles in the local papers that were brought to me. The whole city was in mourning.
I always closed my eyes when the doctors or nurses changed the dressings on my stumps. I could not look at them and I had Annette cover the mirror in the bathroom with a towel so I could not see myself.
My biggest immediate problem was going to the bathroom to relieve myself. I always had to be accompanied by an orderly. I would ring for him and he would assist me to the john. He had to hold my dick and aim it at the bowl or help me sit on the pot. It was humiliating...absolutely humiliating and degrading.
However, there was at least a bright side to it. One of the orderlies, a dark hair beauty named Ramon, would occasionally come to help me. One time, when shaking me off, he squeezed me slightly and I let him know that I appreciated it very much. I gave him a big smile and he smiled back with the most beautiful smile. It melted my heart and for a few seconds I forgot all my problems. After that, Ramon was in charge of helping me to the toilet - and it was wonderful.
A few days after the first squeeze Ramon asked if I wanted some relief - if I wanted to be jacked off. I replied enthusiastically. He did a wonderful job - slow, soft and really mind-blowing. By the eighth day he was taking my thick cock into his mouth and blowing me; it was just incredible. He would also strip and I saw his magnificent dark uncut cock and dark hairy body. I also gave him a few blowjobs; sitting in my chair I was the perfect height to make love to Ramon's equipment. I loved every second of our being together. I loved everything we did and it really helped me tremendously - it relieved my tensions and helped me feel more, you know, human. Ramon was a really beautiful person and a lifesaver.
A shrink visited me every day and we talked for about one hour each time. I told her of my fears and hopes and she listened. She didn't talk much, only asking a few questions. It was a good arrangement. Dr. Morrison came to see me every day and we became very friendly. He told me that he had known my Uncle Jack since they were undergraduates together.
On my eighth day in the hospital I was sitting in my chair in my room; I had just returned from rehab. There was a light tapping on the door and it opened slowly. I looked up and Vinny was standing there. He was the first non-family member to visit and I was thrilled to see him. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Hi. How ya doin'?" he asked as he took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Okay. As you can see, they made a terrible mess of my beautiful body."
"Yeah, I can see." He started to cry. "Oh, Nicky. I'm so sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about Vin. Shit happens. This time the shit landed on me."
He smiled through his tears. Then he kissed me lightly on the lips. It was a surprise but I like it very much. I kissed him back, with passion. "When ya gettin' out?"
"I think they say another three weeks. I still have to be fitted with new legs. Then I'll be home for about two more weeks before I go back to school."
"Are ya keepin' up with your school stuff?"
"Yeah. I got my books here and my mom's getting the assignments from the teachers. I'm doin' as much as I can, but sometimes I get tired and fall sleep over the books."
"I fall asleep over 'em and I'm in okay health," Vinny said laughing. "Would it be okay if I was to get your assignments and bring them over every day?"
"God, Vinny that would be great but I don't want you to have to go out of your way. It's sucha long drive for you."
"I want to. I want to see you as much as possible before I...I'm...uh...before I hafta move."
I was stunned. "You're moving! When? Where?"
He looked down at the floor and started crying again. "We're movin' to LA in a few weeks. Remember when my grandmother died? Well my pop is going to take over and run her business."
"What kind of business?"
"Moving and storage. It's a good business and my pop thinks it'll do well for us." He paused and looked right into my eyes. "But I am going to miss you so much, Nicky." He paused again and brought his hand up to my face. "I think we had the makings of a real good...uh...thing between us."
"Yeah," I said. "A real good thing." I looked at him. He leaned in to me for another kiss. It was soft and gentle and loving.
"The team's been decimated. So many guys dead or severely injured. What a fuckin' mess. You know, all our remaining games have been cancelled and they may not have any teams play in the winter either."
"You mean no basketball or wrestling or swimming?"
Vinny nodded. We spoke for another fifteen minutes about nothing in particular. Then Vinny stood up and kissed me again, only this time it was an open mouth kiss. I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth and mine in his. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Count on it!" he said as he blew me a kiss and walked out.
Vinny's visit did more for me than any doctor or shrink or physical therapist could. It told me that I was still a desirable person and that I was still me. Uncle Jack visited later in the day and I mentioned Vinny's visit to him. He smiled when I spoke about him and he saw the sadness in me when I told him about the move to LA. "Why did he smile when I mentioned Vinny?" I wondered. "What did he know or suspect?"
Vinny came by every day with my school assignments and we kissed a lot. By the fourth visit, Vinny shyly asked me if I thought I was strong enough so that we could have some sex together. I was so thrilled I could not answer him. I just cried. When I regained my composure went into the bathroom and Vinny took off my hospital gown and gave me a class-A blowjob. It was wonderful feeling Vinny's great hot mouth on my thick cock again. We tried to do this every time he visited me. I also returned the favor occasionally and it was so great having Vinny's magnificent cock in my mouth again. He was such a gentle loving guy - he was still my dream man.
So I had Ramon in the mornings and Vinny in the afternoons. I was having more sex than when I was a whole person! I was lovin' every second of it!
Vinny's last visit was something special. The heavy bandages had been removed that morning and I was on the bed wearing a tee shirt and a pair of shorts looking at a car magazine when he came in. My stumps were peeking out of the bottoms of the shorts and were covered only by a thin bandage. He looked over at me and gasped slightly.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to startle you with my appearance."
"No...n-n-no..." he stammered. "That's fine. You look great! Really wonderful!" He looked down at the floor, then looked up at me again as he walked closer to the bed. "You look beautiful, Nicky," he whispered.
I started tearing up a bit. "Really?"
"Absolutely. You look really beautiful. You are really beautiful." We kissed and began to talk after he gave me the school assignments and help me into my chair. We went down to the snack bar with Vinny pushing my chair. We had Cokes together. He bought me a couple of new car magazines. When we got back to the room, he asked me if he could remove my tee shirt and shorts. "I really would like to see your...you know, your new...body, if you don't mind. All of your new body."
"Okay," I said, "but I have to tell you something first. I have never seen my stumps in a mirror."
"Never?" he asked with real surprise in his voice.
"Never!" I responded. "But I want you to see them and I want that to be the first time I ever see them."
Vinny gave me a big, beautiful smile. We both went into the bathroom. He lifted my tee shirt and then took off my shorts and briefs. His eyes became very big when he saw my stumps. They still had light bandages on them, but they could be seen in all their "glory".
"You are really so very beautiful to me, Nicky," Vinny said. "Just so very beautiful."
I started to cry and so did Vinny. He kneeled down and held me around my chest; he slowly rubbed my back, shoulders and arms. We continued to cry on each other's shoulders. Then he removed the towel hanging over the mirror and I turned and saw myself for the first time. I had lost a lot of weight and I looked rather haggard. Vinny hugged me again. "You are just so incredibly beautiful, Nicky," he whispered in my ear. "You will always be the most beautiful person in the world to me."
We kissed passionately and I began to feel so much better. Vinny began to lick my chest and nipples. I began to feel wonderful. He worked his tongue into my hairy armpits. He lick down my body and I knew I was in heaven. It felt so wonderful. He kneeled down started licking around my balls and my cock. He gently fingered my cock and balls and sac. He ran his tongue over my thighs, very close to the ends of the bandaged stumps. I could not believe how marvelous it felt. I threw my head back and began to moan loudly and thanked Vinny for being so wonderfully kind to me. He told me that kindness had nothing to do with it - he said he lusted after me and lusted after my leg stumps. It was absolutely glorious.
He took my very erect cock into his mouth. It was like that wonderful night in the motel. Vinny worked all over my thick cock and squeezed my balls in his hot hand. It was absolutely marvelous. He took my entire length and I could feel his powerful throat muscles working and working and working over the head of my cock. I grabbed Vinny's head and ran my fingers around and through his hair. I came very violently shooting what I felt to be an incredible load into Vinny's mouth and throat; he had such a talented mouth, throat and tongue. I was shaking so hard when we finished that Vinny had to hold me to stop me from falling out of my chair.
After he did me I had to taste him again for one last time. I moved over to the toilet and explored all around Vinny's beautifully long cock and his wonderful hanging ball sac. He was so magnificently endowed - I knew I would missed his fantastic equipment so much. I was able to tongue his balls and then took as much as I could of that incredible dong into my mouth. I worked my tongue all over the surface of the head, into his piss slit and down the shaft. Vinny was pumping out a good load of pre-cum and I relished every drop. When he came it was a torrent of cum - an absolute torrent. It was delicious.
When we finished, he kissed me passionately, dressed me slowly and so gently carried me back to my bed. "I've gotta go now," he said. "I'll send you my new address and telephone number when we're settled."
"Okay," I responded without enthusiasm. I looked up at him and I thought my heart was going to break. My beautiful Vinny - my incredibly sexy Vinny - my love! "One more kiss, Vinny?" I pleaded.
"Absolutely!"
The doctor's were extremely pleased with my progress - the rapid healing and the buildup of my strength. I was going to be fitted for my new prosthetic legs and I really was excited about it. All bandages had been removed the day prior to the fitting. After Vinny's last visit I did not have any problems looking at my stumps; in fact, they looked pretty good I suppose - for stumps. They had very bright pink scars that were very slightly puckered. Dr. Morrison - Cal - and his team did a pretty good job on them.
It was a rough day - very tiring both physically and emotionally. There were all kinds of measurements taken and casts were made of my stumps and then more measurements and additional casts and photographs. I was told that the limbs would be ready for the initial wearing in two days. When I got back to my room I just flopped on my bed and slept for about three hours.
That night the family came by again and we discussed the money that the school district had offered the families of the victims of the crash and the pending lawsuit against the owners of the truck that had forced the bus off the road. All my hospital bills were being paid by the school district and money that my family had received was being used to make changes to the house including modifications to the bathroom, kitchen and the installations of new ramps into the house. My father ripped out the old one (the one for poor little Frankie) right after he died. My sisters were thrilled when I told them about me being able to use my new legs in two days; they wanted to be there when I took my first steps.
I was never conscious of wearing shorts and having my bare stumps showing. I know that many amputees make a big deal over never exposing their stumps to others. I was never afraid to show my body as it now was. Maybe this was because my family (and Vinny too) made me feel so comfortable with my condition. They never made a big deal about my stumps when they were exposed either while they were bandaged or when all the bandages came off. I owe them a lot for the lack of angst that I had to undergo in adapting to my new circumstances.
My family did as they promised - they came to the rehab center to watch me take my first steps. I was very happy and eager when the day began - and crying and discouraged when it ended. It was a very traumatic experience - totally and completely traumatic.
I got down to the rehab center early - I was very, very eager for the day to start. I warmed up a bit doing some stretching exercises. Then I saw one of the rehab therapist carry in my new legs. I couldn't believe how excited I got. The chief therapist, Dr. Wallace, came over to speak to me.
"Hi Nick. I'm sure you noticed your new legs. They look great, don't they?"
"Yes they do. I can hardly wait to try them on."
"Well, let me tell you a few things first. You are not going to take right off on them. I am warning you that there is going to be a rather lengthy period of acclimation before you will even begin to become proficient with them. Is that understood?" I nodded. "So when you begin I don't want you to be discouraged or upset at the speed of your progress. Because progress will be made however slow it seems to you. Are you alright with this, Nick?"
I nodded and said, "I just want to get start." She said okay and I began what was to be the slow and quite torturous process of learning to walk again.
I sat on a table and the assistants put on my legs. Of course they looked strange and they felt even stranger on my leg stumps. They were what we would describe a low-tech legs today - fiberglass (that was supposedly the color of skin) and metal and rather clunky looking. There were socks and a pair of sneakers on the feet; I thought this was rather quaint.
The therapists rolled the table over to a set of parallel bars; they helped me slowly slide off the table and for the first time in weeks I was standing instead of sitting down. It was exhilarating - and scary. I wobbled terribly and was afraid I would fall. There were two people holding me up. I reached out for the parallel bars and nearly fell flat on my face. I was kept from falling by the two assistants. They placed my hands on the parallel bars and then instructed me what I had to do to begin walking between these rails.
It was incredibly difficult to take even one step. I tried to force my body to follow the instructions I was being given and nothing happened! Dr. Wallace spoke to me. She told me that I was learning all over again and instinct was not good now. I had to concentrate on every move I made and follow through complete on everything. I was instructed on how to take a step again. This time I listened very carefully and was able to take that very first tentative step - not without some difficulty, though. But took it I did. I looked up and saw my mom, Uncle Jack and both of my sisters smiling at me. The girls were jumping up and down a bit and were very excited.
I then prepared to take my second step. Again Dr. Wallace gave me detailed instructions that I followed almost exactly. She corrected me in the middle of the step and said I should start over again. I did and the step was okay I suppose. Suddenly I began to feel very tired. I had taken only two lousy steps and I was sweating like a pig and very, very tired. One of the physical therapists told me that this was not unusual - it was all the adrenaline that had been pumping through my body and was coming down to more normal levels.
I was starting to get some pain in my legs (stumps) and after about ten more minutes (and just a few steps) and the lead PT said that I had had enough for the day. I was back in my chair without my new legs a few minutes later. I was very distraught. My family came over to congratulate me but I was still very unhappy. I was sure I was going to master those things on the first day - and I didn't.
The doctor also gave me instructions about the proper care of for my stumps after the prostheses were removed. I had to make sure that they remained fully able to accept the legs and that the skin stayed smooth, pliable, clean and free from any defects or cracks.
Just before leaving for my room we had trouble finding Annette. Uncle Jack finally located her on the patio outside talking to Tyler, the kid who had both of his arms yanked out by the farm machinery. They were very deep in conversation and just staring at each other; she was also feeding him ice cream and he was loving every second of it. She very reluctantly left. He looked at her with real puppy-dog eyes as she walked slowly away.
There were two more weeks of physical therapy - some very intense, some less so. I thought I made excellent progress and so did the hospital staff. Cal Morrison even came down one day to see how I was doing. He was very pleased with my progress and so was I. Annette continued to see Tyler every time she visited and I thought it was becoming quite serious; however they were such young kids that I knew it could not last for long. But it did, and I hope to relate their story sometime soon.
Mom drove me home the day I was released from the hospital. I slowly made my way up the new ramp wearing my prostheses and using two canes. When I walked into the house, Rosemarie and Annette had decorated the place with "Welcome Home Nicky" signs and decorations. It was a very warm and loving welcome and I appreciated it. We all cried.
I quickly adapted to the setup and routine of the house and I could get around pretty well. I rarely wore the legs in the house, relying instead on my wheelchair. The bathroom presented no terrors for me and I was able to shower without too much difficulty. What I couldn't adapt to was the presence of my fucking father. He never visited me when I was in the hospital and we did not speak to each other at home.
One evening at dinner, things took a very bad turn. I was sitting in my wheelchair at the kitchen table and as I reached over for the bowl of mashed potatoes it slipped out of my hand and crashed down on my dinner plate. Bowl, plate and potatoes went flying and breaking. Rosemarie quickly ran to get stuff to clean up the mess.
Dad suddenly became very angry. "You miserable fuckin' cripple," he muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?" I shot back at him.
"I said you're a miserable cripple!"
"That's just great, Fred, calling your son a miserable cripple because of a condition he had no control over," my mother said in a very civil tone. "Look at the wonderful progress he's made!"
He glared at her. "I'm not speaking to you!" he growled at her. "What good are ya? A fifteen- year-old kid with no legs! You're fuckin' pathetic! Another god-damned drain on the family!"
"Not as big of a drain as you! You're fuckin' pathetic, you fuckin' lush!" I shouted at him. I pushed my chair quickly back form the table and crashed into a cart holding various kitchen utensils; thing noisily clattered to the floor. "All you wanted was a son whose sports abilities could get you out of your rotten, shitty nowhere life. I was to be your meal ticket outta here. Wasn't I? Nick Turner, star athlete - I was gonna get you somewhere, wasn't I? Now I won't be doing that and you have no further use for me." He didn't respond, just continued to glare at me. Annette picked the scattered items. "I'm just fucking useless to you now, another throwaway kid - like little Frankie was." I started to cry when I mentioned Frankie's name.
When he heard this, his face turned completely red; he was ready to explode. "How dare you say that shit to me!" he stammered.
"It's the truth!" I yelled at him through my blubbering. "When Frankie was sick for the last time you wouldn't even let us take him to the doctor. You cheap fucker! You're a murderer! You wanted him dead! You wanted him dead because he was a cripple - just like I am now!"
He leaned over the table and hit me so hard that I literally went flying. My chair fell over sideways and I was thrown out of it. I screamed in pain from both the belt to my face and the agony from my stumps as they hit the hard floor. The girls fled the room and mom came over to pick me and the chair up. Dad stormed out of the house and we heard his car starting. Although I'm sure he visited the house many times after that night to get his stuff and all, I have never seen him again to this day.
I went back to school two weeks after I got home. Some days I would wear my artificial legs and some days I would use a wheelchair. It depended on my mood and the weather. The school district also arranged for a special bus to take me to and from school. One student who was in most of my classes was asked to help me when I needed it. This translated to helping me in the boy's room. My studying at home and in the hospital paid off because I was completely up to date on my work.
I noticed that Rosemarie and Annette were spending more time at home now that the old man was out of our lives again. They were studying more and running around less with their sleazy friends. They also became nicer as people and the three of us actually became friendly and did many things together.
That spring I got into sports again; they offered me some important structure in my life. I practiced wheelchair racing and became rather good at it. I also began to play wheelchair basketball and I really loved that; I played on a team of injured, wheelchair bound vets. I also started to swim a lot and did very well for a DAK amputee. I found that people stared at me at first when I went to the pool but then I was accepted by most of them very easily. I had no really good friends since Vinny moved but I was content. We spoke occasionally on the phone but they became more and more infrequent as the months went by. I missed him so much. I sometimes cried myself to sleep thinking of Vinny and what we could have had together.
What made me the happiest was that I started working on the cars again. I found I could do just about anything I needed to do and without legs I could get right in there with the engines - actually in the engines. One Saturday morning Uncle Jack drove up and I showed him what I was doing with an old heap. He was very impressed and that summer I lived with him in his apartment in San Francisco while he worked at the dealership. It was wonderful. I learned to cook and do everything around the house. I learned to fish and sail. We also went camping and to ball games. I no longer doubted my ability to do anything I wanted. My self-confidence bloomed under Uncle Jack's tutelage.
It was while living with Uncle Jack during that first summer that I first realized that Uncle Jack was gay. This secretly made me feel good and not that much of a freak. Nothing was ever said between us but he would come home on the weekends with different men. There were no more girlfriends - just men and every one was very good looking. These guys would usually leave on Sunday after brunch. Most of them were usually very pleasant to me and I liked them.
One very nice guy who had been over a few times spoke to me one Sunday. He told me that he was a devotee. I looked at him questioningly and told him I didn't know what that was. He explained to me that a devotee was a person who was drawn to amputees and liked having relationships with them. He said he was very turned on by amputees and with me in particular.
I didn't say anything - I did not want to make him think that wanted anything from him, but when he came back in about a month, he asked me if he could "explore" my body. It had been so long since I had any kind of sex with anybody that I agreed. He licked and rubbed my chest and then he paid incredible attention to my leg stumps, massaging them and kissing them and even biting them very lightly. It felt really wonderful and so incredibly sexy and unbelievably stimulating. He also gave me a top-flight blowjob. He shot his load just by rubbing my body and stumps. I liked what he did an awful lot and liked him but he never came back. Maybe Uncle Jack found out and didn't want me to get involved with him since I was a minor.
When I graduated from high school I went to USC on a scholarship. I liked college and adapted quite easily, thanks to the love of my family and Uncle Jack. Every summer I lived with him and when he bought Jack's Garage I began to work there in the summers. I lived with him and worked for him during all school holidays. I graduated with a business degree, but I just loved the old cars too much and I begged Uncle Jack if I could come and work permanently with and for him. He was kind enough (and business savvy enough) to hire me full time. I moved in with him and we have been living and working together ever since.
I get around very easily now with the newest high tech legs with those fantastic hydraulic knees. I walk with barely a limp and people are shocked when they see me wearing shorts and wearing my legs. They almost look like small machines attached to my body.
So that's my story. My life has been difficult but very wonderful too. I have done many things and seen many things in my lifetime. And I've been through a lot and learned a lot, too. The most important thing I've learned is that people are people - they can be good, they can be bad and they can also be somewhere in between. Acceptance of others without prejudice or malice is our number one job. It's what makes us human.
End of Chapter 7