On the third day of our skiing trip, my new friend Allen and I had lunch at the top of the mountain. He wanted to ski the back bowls in the an the afternoon, but I decided to go to another part of the mountain and try the runs there.
On one of the connecting trails, I stopped to adjust my bindings. A teenager, completely out of control, plowed into me, knocking me over in a heap, with my left leg twisted underneath me. I felt something snap and a sharp pain in my ankle. The little bastard didn’t even slow down.
Before too long the ski patrol loaded me onto a sled and delivered me to the first-aid station. After X-rays determined that I had cracked a bone in my ankle, a cast was put on and I was fitted with crutches. A van took me to the lodge. My ankle hurt like hell.
I don’t know how long I lay on the bed before Allen returned. We had met while signing up for this trip, and had decided to share a room to save on expenses. He was a jovial, good-looking guy about my age, also single and new to the city. He was an experienced skier, having gone to an elite northern college, whereas I was from the south and had limited experience. It hadn’t taken me long to discover that Allen had very little modesty. When we were getting ready for bed the first night he came out of the bathroom stark naked, and didn’t bother to cover up as he checked his equipment and laid out his clothes for the morning. Maybe he just wanted to show off his taut, lean physique and long dangling dick.
We had had three days of perfect conditions, and we skied together most of the time. He was very congenial, joked a lot, and we had a very good time together.
“Gary! What the hell?” Allen exclaimed when he saw me lying there with my foot elevated.
I explained what had happened.
“What can I do for you?” he asked sympathetically.
“Help me out of these clothes and get me a drink. I don’t want to take these pain pills they gave me.
“Which first?”
“The drink. Take my wallet and buy us a bottle.”
Allen returned with a half-gallon of scotch and poured each of us a strong drink. I downed mine in big gulps.
“I’ve never been a nurse,” Allen said, “but I’ll try. Now let’s see if we can get you undressed.” I sat up, and he helped me pull off my sweater and the turtleneck underneath. I loosened my pants and Allen managed to tug them off over my cast without hurting me too much. I lay back wearing only a T-shirt and briefs, and pulled up the covers. He refilled my empty glass.
Allen brought me some soup and a sandwich before going out for supper. When he returned he seemed a little high, or maybe he was just trying to cheer me up with his banter. He undressed, and I heard him singing happily in the shower. He came out wearing clean briefs. “Have you tried your crutches?” he asked.
“Yeah, to take a leak while you were gone. They’re very awkward for me. Maybe I’ll do better tomorrow.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“What I really need is to clean up.”
“Okay, I’ll help,” he volunteered.
With my arm over his shoulder and his around my waist, I made it to the bathroom. I sat on the john and pulled off my T-shirt as he ran a basin of hot soapy water. He washed my neck, shoulders and back. “This is no time for modesty,” he laughed. “Let’s get your underwear off.”
He slid my shorts down and managed to stretch them over the cast. I took a rag and washed my crotch. As he dried me off with a big towel my cock began to swell. I couldn’t help it. It felt good.
“I’m glad to see you didn’t break that bone,” he chuckled when he saw me getting hard.
I blushed. “So am I.” As he helped me back to bed I noticed that his briefs were stretched. “You must have enjoyed it too,” I said.
“I think I like being a nurse. I’ve never washed a good-looking body like yours. Now get in bed before I attack you,” he joked.
I slept fitfully, the pain awakening me each time I changed position. In the morning Allen brought me coffee and buns for breakfast. “Maybe these will entertain you,” he said, and threw a couple of girlie magazines on the bed.
I spent the morning watching dumb talk shows and soaps in between practicing with my crutches. I was looking at one of the magazines when Allen returned with beer and burgers for our lunch. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sounding sincere.
“Bored and frustrated,” I replied.
“Those sexy magazines ought to raise your spirits. And something else too,” he chuckled. “I’ll see if I can get a VCR brought up and get some sexy tapes for us to watch tonight.”
The afternoon passed slowly, and I was genuinely glad to see Allen when he returned at dusk with pizzas and several porno tapes. We had some drinks and watched the news as we ate.
“I didn’t know what kind of sex you like,” Allen said, “so I got a variety. Found a video store in the village with a back room for adults only.”
“Doesn’t matter. You choose,” I said.
The first tape started with a scene of a girl being interrupted by a guy while she was using a dildo. He replaced her toy with his big cock and gave her a wild fuck. Then another man came in and took over when the first guy had shot his load. When a lesbian scene came on I got up on my crutches and went to take a leak. On my way out of the bathroom my crutch hit the door frame and I fell forward. I doubted that it was accidental when Allen’s hand brushed my crotch as he helped me up. Since I was only wearing briefs, he got a pretty good feel of my semi-hard cock.
On the tape now two couples were playing in a pool. Their skimpy bathing suits soon came off and the serious sucking and fucking began. Allen seemed to lose interest. He got undressed and went to take a shower. He came out naked, drying his hair, and sat on the side of my bed. His hand casually rested on my injured leg. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No more than usual.”
“Do you want me to give you another bath?”
“No thanks. You just want to get your hot hands on my body again,” I teased.
“That’s not a bad idea. Look at the cock on that guy!” he exclaimed, nodding toward the screen. “It’s enough to give me an inferiority complex. I bet it’s ten or twelve inches.”
“I bet yours is at least eight,” I laughed. On the screen a big-bosomed girl licked the cock up and down, then turned and raised her rear. The guy slowly inserted his dong in her asshole.
“Do you think she can take it all?” Allen asked.
“I think she will.” And she did. The guy screwed her until he pulled out and shot his load on her back. Allen’s hand moved up my thigh. My cock became rock-hard. “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?” I asked.
“No, but I bet you have.”
“Once, a long time ago.”
“Have you ever fucked a guy?”
“Now you’re getting personal,” I laughed.
“Not as personal as I’d like.” His hand moved closer to my crotch.
“You’re only an inch or two from getting about as personal as you can get!” I pointed out.
“Do you mind?” His fingers outlined the length of my shaft.
“No, I thought you’d get around to it.”
“You bastard. We’ve been here five days and you’ve known all along that I wanted to make a move on you, right?”
“By the way you flaunted your naked body, I knew it was just a matter of time,” I said. “Now I’m at your mercy, a horny cripple with an aching hard-on.”
“Poor baby,” he said sarcastically, and stood up. His long cock was fully erect. “You need a little tender loving care, and I’m just the nurse to provide it. Let’s see if I can ease your pain.” He pulled down my briefs. One hand held my balls and the other stroked my throbbing rod. His fist encircled the base and he licked the tip. His tongue swirled around the knob before he sucked it into his mouth. It was driving me crazy. I ran my fingers through his hair as his head bobbed up and down, taking it all. I knew I couldn’t hold back, and moaned that I was about to come. At the last moment he pulled back and my juices gushed out.
Allen knelt beside me, precome oozing from his cock. “Jerk me off,” he pleaded, and I proceeded to give him a hand job.
“You wanted me to blow you, didn’t you?” he asked as we calmed down.
“Sure, and it was great. Now turn off the TV and let’s get some sleep.”
While Allen skied the next morning, I watched another tape. This time the scene was a locker room. Two guys blew each other in the shower, and were later joined by four more studs. They took turns fucking and sucking each other in every conceivable combination. I was horny as hell when Allen returned with our lunch.
I wasn’t too surprised when he stripped and lay down beside me, nor when he pulled down the cover and gently fondled my dick. I asked if he was going back on the slopes that afternoon. He said he would rather play with our poles than with ski poles. His fingers ran under my T-shirt and tickled my nipples. He sucked my cock for a moment, then looked up at me pleadingly and asked me to fuck him. I nodded my agreement.
When he had coated my cock with skin lotion he straddled my hips and held it against his asshole. He moaned as the head went in. Then he lowered himself until it was fully inserted. His movements were slow and easy, in order not to jostle my leg, and also to prolong our intense sexual excitement. His cock stared me in the face, and I pumped it with both hands until he reared back and splashed his cream on my chest. I flooded his bowels at the same time.
We lay there panting until Allen suggested that he clean me up. This time I let him wash me all over. I didn’t realize that being shaved by a naked guy could be so stimulating. My cock got hard again, and so did his. We went back to bed and held each other’s dick until we nodded off.
The rest of the day and night were a sexual blur. I can’t remember how many times we came, but I was drained.
I’ve been back home for a week now and can hobble around fairly well. And Allen just called to say he was coming over to check on me when he gets off work. I’m glad I got this letter written. He can read it before I drop it in the mail.–G.S., Montpelier, Vermont
