Woody
After Todd and Heather left us alone for the first time, I had no idea what to do next. When I asked Harley if he wanted anything and he just said to leave him alone, I went to my room to unpack. That, of course, didn’t take too long. I just had a few clothes and my play station. Thankfully there was a TV in my room so I could at least play “Grand Theft Auto” after I got Harley to bed. I would just need to remember to turn the volume down, so I wouldn’t disturb him.
After I was done, I went to get a bottle of water, Harley said he would like a beer. At least I was helping him and starting to earn my money. It was a little uncomfortable when he started to ask me about why I didn’t drink and about my family. At least he was talking to me, and I was able to learn a little bit mor about him too. I couldn’t work up the courage to ask about Sam yet, but maybe we would get there soon enough.
The nerves kicked in again when Harley said he wanted to take a shower. I knew I was going to have to do this at some point, I guess it was better to get it over with right away. I took his sunglasses off, I was right, his eyes were incredible, the most beautiful shade of blue that would make the sky jealous. I pulled his shirt off next, God, he was perfect. His broad chest had just the right amount of hair spread between two pert nipples. The fur continued down his washboard abs to the top of his shorts. His skin still tanned a golden bronze from the summer sun. It suddenly hit me, I was going to see him completely naked, my cock twitched as I wrapped my arms around him to help him stand up. Shit, he was at least a foot taller than I was, just like everyone else in the world. It was hard for me to tell before now, I had only ever seen him in his chair. He, of course, had to spoil the mood when he made the dwarf crack. I sighed as I continued on with my task, my cock once again stirred when I pull his underwear down. I got my first look as the most beautiful dick I have ever seen. Harley was uncut and at least 4 or 5 inches flaccid. His sexy meat hung slight curved over too plum sized nuts that were tight against his groin. Half of his bright pink head was covered by his sexy foreskin. I had to concentrate as that cock hung inches from my face as I put the covers on his casts. I quickly stripped down to my underwear when I realized I would need to be in the shower with him. I was just glad that Harley couldn’t see the tent in my boxer briefs as I guided him into the shower and under the water.
He was holding onto my shoulder with one hand as I squirt the body wash into the washcloth and started with his arms and chest. It was torture as I ran my hands all over his magnificent body, my hard cock nearly ripping through my underwear. I had to stifle a gasp as I worked my way down to his waste and noticed that 4-to-5-inch slab of meat was now pushing 7 inches, and I don’t think it was done growing. I tried to remain professional and just continued on with my task. I reached around to wash his back, I felt Harley’s erection make contact with my chest. I quickly pulled back, trying not to draw attention to what had just happened. I knew it made him uncomfortable as his grip on my shoulder tightened. I quickly moved on to his legs and feet, at least the portions that weren’t covered by a cast, shit, they were just as amazing as the rest of his body. This guy was the complete package.
I reloaded the washcloth with more body wash and put it in the hand that Harley was holding the grab bar with. I held him with one of my hands on his chest and the other on his back. I said, “you can wash whatever areas I missed.” I knew if I washed his cock and balls, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I tasted his one-eyed monster. He sighed, “thanks, and um… sorry about the…”
I stopped him, “it’s ok, it’s perfectly natural.” Damn, I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he washed himself. It took all I had, not to help him.
He gave me the washcloth back and I asked, “are you ready to get out?”
He nodded, “yeah, I guess so.”
I had him hold the grab bars with both hands while I found a towel and began to dry him off. I took his cast covers off and helped him out to his bedroom. I found him a fresh pair of underwear and helped him put them on. Damn, it was a shame to cover that magnificent specimen of manhood, fortunately the swelling was beginning to subside.
I asked, “do you want to go to bed, or did you want to go back out to the family room?”
He said, “I’m ready for bed.”
I said, “ok, your walker is right here beside your bed if you need to use the bathroom tonight. I’ll be right across the hall if you need anything else, just yell.”
He sighed, “yeah, I got it, mom.”
I shook my head, “just trying to help. What time do you want to get up in the morning.”
Harley crawled under his covers, “I’ll know when I wake up.”
I chuckled, “fine, just let me know if you need anything.”
I grabbed my clothes from the bathroom and went to my room. I threw them in my hamper and went to turn all the lights out in the kitchen and family room, confirming the front door was locked. When I returned to my room, I quickly removed my underwear, my cock was still half hard. I went into my bathroom to take a shower and relieve the pressure that had built up over the last half hour. I stood under the water and stroked myself, the vision of Harley’s body and manhood dancing through my head. It only took a few minutes for my baby makers to spew from my pole and wash down the drain. Jesus Christ, how the hell was I going to control myself around this Greek God. I knew he was gay, but if I made a move, I was sure I would find myself out on the street. I had no backup plan, I needed this job to work out.
It had been an eventful day, I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I didn’t move the entire night, I woke as the light began to shine through my window. It had been a long time since I slept in a real bed and not a couch or on the floor. I rubbed my eyes, completely rested as I reached for my phone to check the time. It was 7:06. I pulled some clothes on and peaked into Harley’s room as I went to the kitchen. He appeared to still be sleeping. I started the coffee and pulled some bacon and eggs out of the fridge. I decided to try my hand at frying some eggs, again, not really sure how to do that. A quick Google search and I had the stove to the recommended temperature. I started the bacon and got some butter melting in the pan for the eggs. After I turned the bacon once, I cracked the first egg and promptly broke the yoke. I quickly tried to salvage the egg and had an even bigger mess. Screw it, I grabbed a fork, and I added a few more eggs, scrambled eggs it is. I turned the bacon again as the coffee finished brewing. I poured two cups and went to check on Harley. He was stirring as I knocked on his door.
I said, “good morning, breakfast is just about ready. Can I help you get dressed?”
He sighed, “I guess.”
Once I had him dressed, I asked, “do you want your chair, or would you like to use your walker?”
He snorted, “give me my walker, I guess I should get use to walking again.”
I guided him to the table and sat him in a chair. I said, “here is a cup a cup of coffee, do you want juice too?”
He shook his head, “you should probably be more worried about the bacon, it smells like it’s burning.”
I mumbled, “shit.” I ran to the stove, damn it, he was right. Oh well, it wasn’t too bad, just a little crispy. I quickly stirred the eggs, they were slightly brown too. It’s a good thing Harley couldn’t see the food, maybe it would taste alright. I made some toast, luckily the toaster did its job, at least the toast wasn’t burned.
I dished up the food and sat it in front of Harley. Just as Heather had told me, I let Harley know where the food was. I said, “the eggs are at 3 o’clock, the bacon at 9 o'clock and the toast at 12.”
He took his first bite and coughed. He asked, “what’s the matter, are you not tall enough to see the pan on the stove?”
I asked, “what?”
Harley laughed, “the eggs taste burnt, and I already know the bacon will be too. You can ask Todd to get you a step stool today when he stops by. That way you can see what you’re cooking.”
I sighed, “just eat it, I assumed someone as sour as you would like your food burned.”
He grinned, “how tall are you anyway?”
I shook my head, “why, what difference does it make?”
Harley said. “I’m guessing you can’t be over 5’2” maybe 5’3”, am I right?”
I rolled my eyes, “yeah, something like that. Do you want me to make you something else to eat?”
He laughed, “I think I have a box of Corn Flakes in the cabinet, I don’t think I will be able to choke these eggs down.”
I said, “fine.” I found the cereal and a bowl and sat them in front of Harley.
He took a bite of his toast as I prepared the bowl of Corn Flakes and smirked, “hey, you did ok on the toast at least.”
Before I could respond, Todd came in and said, “hey guys, how your first night together? I don’t see any blood, so that’s a good sign.”
Harley said, “oh, he’s not going to hurt me that way, but his cooking might kill me.”
I hung my head as Todd looked at the mess I tried to pass off as breakfast. He chuckled, “I’m sure he will learn.”
Harley laughed, “I think he needs a stool, he can’t see over the stove. I can’t get him to tell me how tall he is. Is he even five foot tall?”
Todd shook his head, “he can see over the stove just fine.”
I tried to defend myself, “that’s just the way I learned to cook, I just assumed you didn’t have any taste.”
Todd laughed, “ok, I see you two are getting along just fine. Heather will be glad to hear it.
Harley
As Woody left my room after I was in bed, I couldn’t help but think about him seeing me get hard in the shower. Damn, I have had several people give me sponge baths and help me in the shower over the last 4 weeks, this was first time that has happened. Why would he be having this effect on me? I sighed as I rubbed my still half hard cock. Now that I had the casts off my hands for the first time in 4 weeks that I was able to do that. As I rubbed my hand across my manhood I was suddenly struck with another thought. Did Todd or Heather tell Woody that I was gay? Should I tell him? Would that make things more awkward? He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, he even said it was a natural reaction. I tossed and turned all night, not getting much sleep. At least I didn’t have my nightmare again.
I heard Woody in the kitchen, then the smell of coffee and bacon made its way to my room. Maybe having a live-in caretaker wasn’t going to be so bad. Bacon and eggs sounded better than whatever Todd had been throwing together the last week. Marge, the nurse I had before that, was a little better, but I was tired of oatmeal every other day. I felt myself smile when I remembered how I was trying to find Woody’s shoulders for support. How short was he? When he put his arms around me to help me stand, I could also tell he wasn’t overly muscular either. I chuckled, did Todd really hire a skinny little runt to take care of me? I let my mind wander further, what did he look like? What color was his hair, or his eyes? Did he have dimples when he smiled? I was a sucker for cute dimples, that was one of the many things I liked about Sam. What about his ass? Was it as tight and sexy as Sam’s? Damn it, this blind thing is going to suck. I was shaken from my thoughts when Woody knocked on my door and asked if I was ready to get up. I tried to get a better picture of Woody as I held onto him when he helped me dress. I hope he didn’t notice me leaving my hands on him a little longer than needed.
When it smelled like the bacon was burning, I couldn’t help but make a short joke. After I took the first bite of my eggs, I was now longing for a boring bowl of oatmeal. I guess I should have been a little nicer to Todd, maybe sticking me with a skinny little runt that couldn’t cook was his way of getting even with me. I was glad when Woody came back at me with a little barb after I made fun of him. I hope once he got more comfortable being around me, that he would keep doing that. Heather and I used to bust each other’s chops like that all the time. It was just the way we showed we cared about each other. Dad would chuckle as he went back to reading his paper and mom would shake her head and tell us to behave.
After I finished my Corn Flakes, Woody helped me into the family room and set me up in front of my laptop. As had become my routine, I listened to a few news sites and my fellow lawyers were sending me interesting law cases to listen to. I also had several podcasts that I liked to listen to, they were mostly true crime stories and about history. I did overhear Todd and Woody talking, Woody apologized about breakfast. Todd chuckled and told him not worry about it, and he would have Heather stop by a little later to give him some tips and help make out a shopping list. She would take him to the store to get some things he could easily cook as he learned.
Todd said as he headed out the door, “Play nice boys, Heather will by a little later and I’ll stop by after work. Woody, don’t let him tease you too much.”
Woody laughed, “don’t worry, I have already put Vaseline on the bottom of his walker, and I hid his wheelchair. He’ll be begging me for help by noon.”
Todd chuckled, “just don’t kill each other, please.”
I heard Woody go to the kitchen and then back into the family room. He walked next to me, and said, “here is another cup of coffee, 1 o’clock about six inches from your laptop.”
I said, “thanks.”
He said, “I’m going to make the beds and do a load of laundry, holler if you need anything.”
I said, “ok, just don’t bump your head walking through the doorway.”
He retorted, “I won’t, and you try not to fall down if you decide to try and navigate your way to the bathroom. You never know what I have left lying around the floor.”
I smirked, alright, it’s on. He’s going to play along, this might be fun after all.
I resumed listening to my podcasts, and I heard Woody going back and forth between the bedrooms and laundry room. As I finished one of the podcasts about a resent court case, Woody must have overheard part of it, he asked, “so is that what you do, try and keep bad guys out of jail?”
I shook my head, “no, I’m the one trying to put them in jail.”
He asked, “have you put a lot of guys away?”
I shrugged, “I wouldn’t say a lot. I was just given my first case as a lead a couple of months ago. Before that I was just an assistant, looking up case histories and finding precedents for the lead attorney.”
He paused a moment, then asked, “how long have you been a lawyer?”
I said, “a little over 5 years. I got my job in the prosecutor’s office right after I passed the bar.”
Woody asked, “have you always wanted to be a lawyer?”
I nodded, “yep, as long as I can remember.”
I decided to see if I could learn a little more about Woody, I asked, “so what did you want be when you were a kid, besides taller?” I couldn’t help myself, a chuckle slipped out.
He sighed, “I have always wanted to babysit a full-grown baby, so yeah, I’m living my dream too.”
I gave him the laugh that his little jab deserved and asked, “so how tall are you, are you ever going to tell me?”
Woody said, “I am tall enough that my feet reach the floor every time I stand up.”
Before I could push further, Heather walked in, “hey guys, you both seem to be in one piece, so things haven't come to blows just yet.”
I said, “no, but he tried to kill me with his cooking this morning.”
Woody spoke up, “he just doesn’t appreciate charred food yet, he’ll be begging for it by the end of the week.”
Heather laughed, “Todd was right, things are good here.”
Woody and Heather went to the kitchen, I guess Woody’s cooking lessons were starting. A few minutes later, Woody came back, “Heather said you would like a glass of iced tea, it’s in the same place as your coffee cup was.”
I found the glass, and said, “thanks.”
He said, “you’re welcome, we are making ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch, what kind of cheese do you want?”
I shrugged, “surprise me.”
Woody chuckled, “limburger it is.”
Damn, he’s getting the hang of this.
A few minutes later, he returned and said, “can I help you to the kitchen?”
I nodded, “just help me up, I can use my walker. That is if you cleaned the Vaseline off of it.”
He chuckled, “you will soon find out.”
Woody helped me sit at the table, he said, “sandwich at 3, chips at 9. A bowl of fruit above your plate at 11.”
I found my sandwich and took a bite. I said, “you forgot to burn it.”
He laughed, “you haven’t finished yet, there may be a surprise waiting at the other end.”
Heather said, “oh my God, you two are a match made in heaven.”
As we finished eating, Heather said, “I almost forgot, I got a call from your doctor this morning. The x-rays of your legs came back, we have an appointment to take off your casts next Wednesday.”
I said, “wow, that’s great. I’ll be able to walk, but I still won’t be able to see where the hell I’m going.”
She sighed, “I know Harley, but things will get better. I know you, you will adapt.”
I shook my head, “I don’t have much choice, do I?”
I went back to the family room and Heather helped Woody clean up the kitchen. They came back and Heather said, “I’m taking Woody to the store to get some groceries, is there anything special you want?”
I nodded, “sure, get whatever it takes to make beef wellington and baked Alaska. I’m sure Woody knows that recipe by heart.”
Woody said, “yep, a can of tuna, some grape jelly and a quart of Rocky Road ice cream is all I’ll need, already have it on the list.”
Damn it, that little shit has learned this little game quicker than I thought he would.
They got me settled in with a fresh glass of iced tea and headed out the door. I had an hour to myself.
To be Continued…
