It was a beautiful night that I had spent with Roger. I had taken a big step forward in my relationship with him. I was a more active participant when we had sex. I was no longer just laying on my stomach while Roger fucked me. It was beautiful and I enjoyed it. I still had hang-ups regarding sex with a man, but maybe I will work those out. Like, I still haven’t sucked on Roger’s cock. I hope he doesn’t mind too much and will be patience with me.
We met up again the following weekend. I came by his place on Friday night and he had dinner prepared for us. We spent a quiet night eating and talking. After dinner we snuggled on the couch and that night we made love. It was so nice waking up in the morning with Roger naked in bed next to me. I was thinking, I could really get use to this. On Saturday he had work to do preparing for a business trip to Chicago. On Sunday his kids were coming over so I went back to my place.
Monday morning, I was back to work at the construction site. I was working on an apartment building in Somerville. There is not much of a open land in that part of Somerville, so the scaffolding on the front of the building was on the sidewalk. I was on the fourth level of the scaffolding when a everything changed.
The police were chasing a robbery suspect down Highland Ave. It was January and there was some ice on the road. When the robbery suspect attempted a last minute right turn in front of my construction site, they skidded on the ice, lost control of their car and smashed into the scaffolding. It collapsed to the ground.
My fall from the structure was over 40 feet. Of course, I have no memory of the accident. I passed out and didn’t gain consciousness for many hours later in the hospital. There were three workers on the scaffold when it was hit. Bill Campbell was on the first level and only sustained minor cuts and bruises. I was on the fourth level and broke my right leg in three places, my left arm, along with many cuts, scrapes and bruises. Our colleague, Ruben Pena wasn’t as lucky. He lost his life.
When I woke it, I was in a post-surgery recovery room. I needed surgery on my leg. They needed to put a pin in, to hold the bone together. The cast went from my foot, all the way up to my hip and my leg was in traction. I also had a cast on my left arm as well as several bandages all over my body. Apparently when the structure came down, a stack of red bricks landed on me.
I wasn’t in a lot of pain but knew I was heavily medicated. The doctors and nurses were very attentive and tried to explain everything that happened but I wasn’t fully comprehending the situation.
After some more recovery time, they wheeled me into my hospital room and asked if I was up for some visitors, immediate Family only. I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been in the hospital.
Soon, my parents and my two sisters, Jean and Nancy come into my room. As soon as my mother saw me, she burst into tears and tried to give me a hug. With my leg and arm in a cast and being in traction, it wasn’t easy to hug me. She settled on holding my right hand.
After making sure I was okay, they filled me in our what took place. The accident was front page news and the top story on all the newscasts. There were even reporters in the waiting room trying to interview me. When they told me about Ruben, I started crying. Seeing me cry made my dad so uncomfortable that he had to leave the room for a while.
My sisters told me about all the people who in the waiting room hoping to see me. There were people from the construction company, including my foreman, some of my teammates from the Salem Sea Dogs, including my manager, my brothers in law as well as several aunt, uncles and cousins.
“Oh yeah, there was also a guy named Roger there”, my sister Nancy mentioned. It made me feel good to know that Roger was just down the hall in the waiting room. I thought he was in Chicago on his business trip.
By this point my dad had returned. “Who is this Roger guy anyway? He seemed kind of faggy to me.”
“Oh Jack!” my mom replied.
“He did seem kind of gay to me too.” Nancy added, “Who is he?”
My sister Jean spoke up and came to Roger’s defense, “I don’t know who he is but let me tell you what he did. We were all in the waiting room worried sick about you Kyle. This man Roger showed up and he went around the room and introduced himself and talked to each and every one of us. He put us at ease and comforted us.”
“After we were waiting for a while, he made a phone call and a delivery from Flour Bakery soon arrived. Boxes of coffee and assorted pastries, cupcakes and brownies. Enough for everyone. I heard him mention that he knows the owner, Joanne Chang. Then he made another call and another person soon showed up with about a dozen different phone charges for us to use so our phones wouldn’t die. How considerate is that.”
“After waiting a few hours, we still haven’t gotten any news about your condition. We were told that we had to wait for the doctor to come and talk with us. Mom was fearing the worse and was getting very upset. Well, Roger made another phone call and within five minutes someone from the hospital administration come down to talk with us. She said that you were still in surgery and the doctor would talk with us as soon as he could but she was authorized to let us know that you were in serious but stable condition and that you were expected to make a full recovery.”
“You can imagine how much better that made us feel. So, I don’t know who Roger is to you but all I will say is that you should make sure he stays in your life. He’s incredible.”
Knowing Roger, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear that he tried to make everyone feel comfortable and get them what they needed. That’s the kind of guy he is.
The next few days were chaotic. I was told that I would need to stay in the hospital and in traction for a least 10 days, maybe more and my leg cast would have to stay on for 12 weeks. It was a whirlwind of visitors too. Guys from the construction company, my ball team and so many family members were here every day. I needed to fill out paperwork in order to go out on disability leave. Thank God by sister help with those. I ever needed to be interviewed by the police, ever though I didn’t see anything and had no memory of the accident. They said they were just being thorough.
Roger came to see me every day. If someone was visiting when he arrived, he would sit in the corner and wait until they left. He said he didn’t want to monopolize my time, he wanted to make sure that everyone who visited me had my undivided attention. On my second day in the hospital, I was moved from my semi-private room to a private room on a quieter floor. Roger denied having anything to do with my move but I have my doubts.
Being a very practical, level headed guy, one of the first things Roger said to me was, “I don’t want you to worry about anything. Just concentrate on getting better. I spoke with your landlord and arranged to have your February rent paid.”
“Roger, I don’t want you to do that.”
“Well, you can pay me back when you’re out of the hospital. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall behind on your rent. Also, your landlord is going to gather your mail and forward it to my office. Kevin will sort it by bills and personal mail. That way we can make sure your bills are paid on time.
“Really, that doesn’t sound like my landlord, Mr. Dutton. I can’t imagine he would be me a favor like that. He’s never been very accommodating and he’s kind of cheap.”
“Well, with the right “incentive” he was happy to do it.”
After a week, I was starting to feel a little better and more and more my old self. The visitors started dwindling and soon it was only my mom, sisters and Roger who came every day. About a week into my hospital stay, Rick Cain, the manager of the Sea Dogs came to see me. He asked me a lot of questions about my recovery and how long before the doctors thought I would be able to run again. He looked disappointed when I said it would probably be months before I could begin to play baseball again.
He said with Spring training two months away, the team needed to think about their roster and they would not be able to renew my contract for the coming season. He expressed his regrets and said I could try out again for the team next year if I wanted. He shook my hand and left right away.
Roger arrived just as Rick was leaving. He could tell by the look on my face that I must have received bad news. When I told Roger that I had just been cut for the team and that my baseball career was most likely over for good, I burst into tears. The combination of the accident, lying in bed for a week and the realization that my dream of being a baseball player had ended was too much to take. I started crying uncontrollably.
Roger approached me and wrapped his arms around me the best he could. He simply held me and let me release all the emotions that were bottled up inside me. I cried on his shoulder for a few minutes until there were no more tears left to cry.
He rubbed my back and said, “I don’t believe in endings, only new beginnings. I urge you to think of this as a new chapter in your life. You have to have endings, if you want to have beginnings.” This made me feel so much better.
“When you are ready. I will help you figure out what that new beginning is.”
My recovery was coming along as expected. After 10 days I was no longer in traction and I had to start making plans for the next step in my recovery. Since I live alone my doctors urged me to move to a rehabilitation center. When I told Roger, he wouldn’t hear of it.
He converted one of the bedrooms in his apartment into a hospital/rehabilitation room for me. He rented a hospital bed and equipment for me and arranged for a visiting nurse and home health aide to come in everyday to care for me. Since my insurance wasn’t that great, it was a relief not to have to worry about where I would end up.
The day before I was schedule to leave and continue my recovery at Roger’s place, I had a surprise visit from Roger’s son Henry. We chatted for a while and then he got very serious. “Can I tell you something in confidence?”
“Of course, Henry. Anything.”
“Dad had called me about your accident. At that time, we didn’t know how serious your injuries were or what the prognosis was. Dad was extremely upset. He’s a guy who likes to always be calm and in control but he could barely speak. There was so much emotion in his voice. The only other time I remember he was like that was when he told me that him and mom were getting a divorce.”
“Just look at what he did. He cancelled his business trip to Chicago and I understand he’s been here every day. I also heard that he is moving you into his apartment and has hired care workers to assist you. There is no denying it, Kyle, my dad cares for you very deeply.”
“I care for him too. It’s just complicated.” Henry’s visit left a lot for me to contemplate.
The next day, I left the hospital and was transported to Roger’s condo in the Seaport District. The visiting nurse, Edna come by every day to take my vital signs, manage my pain meds and track my recovery. Josh, my home health aide, also came every day. He would change my sheets, empty my bedpan, make lunch for me and get me whatever I need. Every other day, he would give me a sponge bath. It was super weird to have a guy wash my junk and turn me over and wash my butt. He also washed my foot, leg, underarms, back, chest, neck and face. He would put dry shampoo in my hair to keep it from looking greasy. Of course, he was very professional about the whole process. He’d put a plastic sheet under me to keep the bed dry and would go about his duties very clinically. When cleaning my crotch, he would lift my balls and wash my taint as if it was nothing. The same with my ass and butt hole. He never made me feel embarrassed of self-conscience. Due to my foot-to-hip cast I was unable to wear any underwear. I felt like my penis was always out on display.
One reason Josh’s sponge bathes never felt sexual, was my total lack of a libido. Since my accident I hadn’t had an erection. It had been four weeks before it dawned on me. No more morning wood. How long before I would get an erection again. I wondered.
Roger was great. He would spend every evening in my room. We would eat dinner together and watch TV and just talk. I learned a lot about his past, his business and he learned more about me.
It was fascinating staying at Roger’s place and learn how he lived his life. He had a cleaning service come by twice a week to clean the entire apartment. He had a chef come by three times a week to prepare meals for us. “Just tell Peter what you want and he’ll make it for you.” Peter would come in, cook the food in Roger’s kitchen then package them, label them and store them in the refrigerator for us to heat up later. He also had a person come in a few times a week who did his shopping. Helen, would do grocery shopping, pick up a prescription or anything we wanted. All we needed to do was go to Helen’s website list what we wanted and a day or two later, it was here.
So, this is how rich people live. Nice, I just didn’t want to get to use to it. Before I know it, I will be back in my four-room apartment in Quincy, working construction again.
Roger even had his accountant start paying my bills and managing my bank accounts. He told me that it was only temporary until I was back on my feet, but thought, this is something I could easily get used to.
On the weekends Roger would take over from Josh and he acted as my home health aide. He told me his favorite duty was to give me my sponge bath. Roger was a bit more attentive than Josh was. He took more time washing my chest and neck and back. He was very tender while washing my face. He always saved cleaning my private areas for last. He lovingly washed my ass and also put lotion on me. He spent the most time when it came to cleaning my cock and balls. He took his washcloth and washed every inch of me. When he was cleaning my cock, I was feeling anxious because my libido hadn’t returned. As much as he fondled me, and as much as it felt good, he got no response from it.
I reached out and moved his hand away. I explained how I haven’t had an erection since my accident and didn’t know what was wrong. I wanted Roger to know that it wasn’t his fault that I couldn’t get it up.
“Kyle, your body suffered a major trauma. It’s not unusual for your body to react this way. You are still healing and recovering. Let’s just take our time and not worry about it.” Once again, Roger knew what to say to make me feel better.
After six weeks, the cast on my left arm was removed and the one on my right leg was reduced from my hip to below my knee. Also, a lot of the cuts and bruises had healed and I was feeling more myself. Without the giant cast I was able to get out of bed and into a wheelchair. This gave me so much more freedom. I could maneuver from room to room and even eat dinner in the dining room with Roger.
By week eight, my recovery progressed even further. When Roger was giving me another sponge bath, my cock stirred when he washed my crotch.
“What is this? Nice to see the return of little Kyle. It’s a sight for soar eyes.” We both laughed as my cock continued to grow in Roger’s hand.
“What do you think?” Roger asked, “Are you ready for some release; some sexual healing?”
“I think so. Absolutely.”
Roger put the bowl of water and sponge aside and climbed onto my hospital bed, He moved between my legs and grabbed hold of my cock. By this point was hard cock had grown to its full 7 inches.
I laid back while Roger began pleasing me with his mouth. As usual, he started by sucking on my cockhead. He focused on my cockhead for a few minutes before his tongue traveled up and down my shaft, licked and kissed it along the way.
When he deepthroated my entire cock, his hands fondled and played with my balls. Roger was proving once again what a great cocksucker he is. It felt great to be able to experience that sexual pleasure I’ve missed out on since my accident. Roger varied his pace from slow to fast to slow again. It felt like he was really worshipping my cock. When he got a sense that I was about to cum, he let up on sucking and licking my cock and moved to my balls. While he was licking underneath my balls and my taint, I was curious if he was going to start playing with my hole and maybe attempt to fuck me.
Usually when I’m getting a blowjob, I focus on my cock and how good it feels getting sucked. This time, I paid attention to Roger and what he was doing. I wanted to know what techniques and methods he used in order to please me. He obviously knew what he was doing and was so very good at it.
After fifteen minutes of cock worship, my orgasm started to build and build. My balls were only moments away from erupting and emptying its content into Roger’s waiting mouth.
I held Roger’s head tight over my cock and when I started shooting, he sucked every drop. He waited a few minutes while I recovered and my cock started deflating to release me from his mouth. When he did, he looked up at me with a huge smile on his face.
He then crawled up and laid on top of me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. I could taste my own cum when he kissed me. It was exciting. Roger was fully clothed while I was naked.
“That was amazing Roger. Thank you so much for that.”
“After what you’ve been through these past two months, it was my pleasure. I really missed sucking on your beautiful cock.”
“And I missed you sucking on it”, I laughed. “I think that was one of the best orgasms I ever had.” Roger and I kissed each other for a while. His hand caressed my face and brushed back the hair away from my face.
“In all seriousness, I was so scared and worried for you when I heard about your accident.”
“And I have to thank you for all you’ve done for me. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention Kyle, I’m happy that I was able to be in the position to help.” With Roger on top of me, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch. Should I reciprocate and suck Roger’s cock for him, just like he’s always willing to do for me?
Just as those thoughts were swirling around in my head, the apartment door buzzed and someone come in. It was Roger’s assistant Kevin. He had arrived with some contracts and paperwork that needed Roger’s signature. Roger jumped up to greet Kevin, fortunately he was fully dressed. All I needed to do was pull a sheet over me.
While Roger reviewed and signed the contracts Kevin wandered over to my room.
“How are you feeling Kyle?” I was so tired of everyone asking me that question all the time. “I have to say how relieved I am the know that you are doing better.”
Not sure why he was being nice to me for a change, I replied, “Thanks Kevin, I appreciate that.”
“I’ve worked with Roger for a few years. When you work with someone as closely as we do, you really get to know them. Roger is a very focused and driven business man. He is very goal oriented and an incredibly organized person. Since your accident, he’s cut back on most of his commitments. He took a leave from serving on the Governor’s Economic Counsel and the Boston Foundation Board. He has also canceled a few scheduled business trips or assigned them to other people. He told me that he couldn’t leave you alone for too long and needed to be here in case you needed him.”
I was very moved by what Kevin was telling me. He then reached out and took my hand in his, before continuing. “Kyle, from what I can see, Roger loves you.”
“What? How do you know?”
“Trust me on this. I thought it was important for you to know.” Kevin then squeezed my hand and let out a big sigh. He then left my room and went back to work with Roger.
Kevin’s statement left me reeling. I obviously knew that Roger cared for me, but I would never have labeled it as “love”. So, what are my feelings for him? Why was it so easy for me to accept his generosity and kindness? I am staying with him while I recuperated and he has done so much for me, but I am still unable to figure out my feelings for him. I knew I had a lot of thinking to do.
That night I had a very restless sleep while I laid in my hospital bed. I kept thinking about everything that happened in the past six months since I met Roger at the Bachelor Auction. I don’t think I’m the same inexperienced, naïve person I was then. For one thing, after being cut from the team, I am no longer a baseball player and I don’t know how long until I can go back to working construction. I have to figure out my future.
In the morning, I heard Roger get up. He popped his head in my room to see if I needed anything before he took a shower. I asked if he could help me get from the bed to my wheelchair. While he showered, I wheeled myself from my room to Roger’s and stopped next to his bed. Coming out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel around his waist, Roger was surprised to see me.
“What are you doing, Kyle? Is everything okay? Do you need something?”
“No, everything is great”, I replied, “Can you come stand next to me for a second?” Roger approached me and with my left hand, I reached out and undid the towel from around his waist. As it fell to the floor, my right hand grabbed hold of Roger’s cock. I gave it a few strokes and pulled it toward me. I then bent forward and took as much of Roger’s semi-hard cock into my mouth as I could.
“Whoa, what are you doing Kyle?”
I temporarily removed his dick from my mouth in order to answer. “I want to give you pleasure, the same pleasure you’ve given me. I want to suck your cock.” I then returned Roger’s growing cock into my mouth and started sucking.
I tried to remember all the things Roger did while sucking my cock that I like, so I could do them to him. I first concentrated on his cockhead, particularly the sensitive glans on the top. I used my tongue to explore his shaft and my hands to fondle and play with his balls. I tried deepthroating his cock a few times, just like he did with me, but it only made me gag.
“Take it slow Kyle. Don’t do more than you are comfortable with.”
Roger’s hands caressed the back of my neck and through my hair, while I continued to lick and suck his penis. It felt good. Actually, it felt more than good, it felt right. My hands reached behind Roger and I squeezed his ass and played with his role. Just like he had done with me many times.
Roger’s body was tensing up and I figured he was about to cum. “Kyle, I think I’m close. Take me out of your mouth if you don’t want me to cum in it.” Hearing this just made me hold onto his cock even more and I sucked on it even harder.
The first blast of cum took me by surprise as it hit the back of my tongue. Soon my entire mouth was filled with Roger’s cum. As much as I tried to swallow it all, some of his cum dripped down to my chin and onto my stomach.
Roger withdrew from my mouth and he leaned down to lick his own cum from my chin. He also licked the spots that dripped on my chest and stomach. When he was done, he kissed me on the lips.
“Where did that come from Kyle? You took me totally by surprise.”
“It was just something that I wanted to do.”
“That was amazing. Especially for your first time. Thank you so much Kyle. That you did this, means so much to me.”
“It’s because I love you, Roger.”
I don’t know who was more shocked by what I said, me or Roger. He stared at me with a stunned look on his face.
To be continued
