When James broke his arm, there was only one thing he needed Emily’s help with.
My boyfriend James is into extreme sports. Rock climbing, hang gliding, stuff like that. Then he got really into this thing called free running. And then he fell.
James broke one leg and one arm. He was in hospital for a while with his leg in traction. After a week he seemed to get kind of fidgety. I asked him what the matter was. But he wouldn’t say and he seemed really shy.
He’s a big guy, James. Tall and muscly. It’s really cute when he’s embarrassed about something. It’s funny seeing his big macho face looking red and awkward. That sounds so mean, but it’s true.
I asked him what was wrong a couple more times during that visit and he still said nothing. But the next day when I went back, things had clearly got even more pressing. As soon as I sat down he whispered, “It’s my right arm.”
“I know.”
“I can’t… you know… with my left.”
“Oh?” I said, puzzled for a minute. Then, “Oh!”
“It’s driving me crazy. I’ve tried to wank with my left hand. And I can’t. I’ve never been able to. Is that weird?”
“I don’t know. I can use either. But maybe it’s different for girls.”
“It’s embarrassing. When the nurses give me a wash I get hard so easily, man. Fuck, Em, I’m scared I’m going to come from them washing me. Oh God. I would just die.”
He was bright red again. I was feeling a little bit hotter than usual too. “Do you want me to help you out?”
James looked at me. He has big pale blue eyes and really long eyelashes. He looked so relieved. ”Would you?”
“Course.”
I pulled the curtains around the bed. The ward wasn’t that busy. About three quarters of the beds were occupied but there were only two other visitors. I didn’t let myself think about whether or not closing the curtains seemed suspicious. Once we were safe in our little cocoon of seventies-print fabric, I sat back down, pulling my chair close to the bed.
There was no question of a fuck or even a blow job. Far too precarious. I slipped my hand under James’s bedclothes and into his pyjama bottoms. His thick cock was throbbing, hot and hard under my fingers.
He moaned, loudly, just once, then his eyes snapped open and he looked shocked at what he’d done. “Shit,” he whispered. “Sorry.”
I caressed his cock again, then I pulled my hand free and held my palm in front of his face. He stuck out his big flat tongue – the same tongue that had made me come so hard so many times – and licked my palm. I nodded and went to grab his cock again.
This time, when I pumped him he bit his lip. Normally he loves to make aroused noises. And those noises are so hot. But today, the fact he was having to hold back seemed even hotter. I could tell he wasn’t going to take long to come. I gripped his shaft hard and pumped frantically. Then I took my left hand and shoved all four fingers into his mouth, stopping his cries as he suddenly convulsed, spurting hot come over my hand, his thighs, the sheets, everywhere. He came such a lot.
After I’d mopped up with tissues as best I could he said, “Sorry I can’t do anything for you.”
“When you’re better.”
“Yeah.”
As I left, I swear one of the nurses gave me a knowing look.
