A big thank you to Tigerjen for taking time out of her busy schedule to edit my story at the last minute... And I mean the last minute!
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It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim, and his father had been doing it since his mother had been diagnosed with cancer, last spring.
Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn't be home. Spending the day with her helped young Tim a lot. They took her all kinds of nice things Tim, and his dad had bought. And some nice things Tim had made for her in school.
"Daddy. Is Mommy going to get better soon?" Tim ask his dad.
He hated lying to Tim, but what do you tell a seven year old kid. 'No, your mom is so ate up with cancer we'll be lucky if she's alive by morning.' It killed Rob to lie Tim. "Well, Mom is real sick, and it's going to take time for her to get well."
Tim sighed, "I sure do miss her not being home."
Rob watched the road with careful eyes. The roads were getting very slick, and many were icing over. "I know, I miss her, too." Rob said with a sad voice.
The roads began to get worse, and there wasn't anyplace to pull over for an hour, or longer. This was the hardest part of their trip home. A thirty mile down grade that was full of very sharp, and dangerous turns. "Are you buckled in tight?" Rob ask his son.
"Yes! I'm all nice, and tight, Daddy." Tim replied.
Rob had slowed the car down to a 'snails pace' and that was still to fast. 'We should have found a motel." Rob told himself.
The snow fell harder, and ice was forming on the cars windshield. It was getting harder to see, and Rob needed to see the road. It was hard enough to follow the outline of the small road with all the snow that had already fell.
Tim was looking out the cars window trying to see if he could see any Christmas stars. That's when he saw the large light coming towards them, and it was coming fast. "DADDY! LOOK OUT!" Tim screamed.
Rob spun his head to look. He slammed on the cars breaks, but it just slid into the path of the accelerating freight train. "OH! GOD HELP US, PLEASE!" He fell across his son, trying to protect him from the speeding locomotive.
Tim screamed, "DADDY!"
BUZZBUZZBUZZ The alarm clock went, awakening young Tim Johnson from the horrible nightmare.
He pulled his bent, crippled body from the bed. The cool mornings really made it hard for him to get up. His muscles became so tight from the cold night air. Sometimes he had to crawl from his bed to the bathroom. He slowly limped across the cold floor to the bathroom, turning on the water for a shower. The hot water always made him feel so much better. He took off his pajamas, and looked at his body in the full length mirror.
He had nice thick, black hair. Big, brown eyes that were always happy. He looked down at his chest, and arms. He had a nice chest, some thin baby hair on it. He wanted more, like the men he saw on the T.V. 'Girls love lots of hair on their men,' he said to himself.
Then he looked to his arms. His right arm was so strong, he lifted weights every chance he had. Then his eyes moved to his left arm, it was small, and very weak. He could feel things with it, but he could never use it after the accident.
Tim turned side ways to the long mirror. He looked at his bent back, also damaged in the accident. It made him bend over slightly, and lean to his left. And, the long, ugly scar that ran that ran from his neck down to his tail bone. It made Tim sick to look at it. His left leg had also been crushed that night, and made Tim limp for the rest of his life.
Tim had one asset that he really never thought about. He had a long, thick manhood that would be the envy of many men and wanted by many women. It hung half way to his knee, with a big, fat purple head. When it was hard, the thick blue veins would fill will blood, and it stood straight up.
He stepped into the hot water of the shower. It ran down his crippled body, bringing his sore and sleeping muscles to life. Tim loved his morning showers, besides waking him up it always made him think of dear, sweet Lynette.
His mind filled with visions of her, causing his manhood to inflate with blood. Bringing his huge, member to life, his strong hand squeezed his hardness, and he began to stroke the long, fat shank. Tim had a big right hand, and it just could reach around the shaft. Faster, he stroked the hardness thinking of Lynette.
Tim, hated doing this to himself. He needed someone to love, and someone to LOVE him. So many nights he laid in his lonely bed wishing, and praying for love. Every dream filled with visions of Lynette holding him, and loving him.
Tim's massive shaft was covered in warm soap as he stroked it faster, and faster. His thick veins filled to their limit with his hot blood, pumping it to his large purple head. His mind raced, thinking of all the pretty ladies at work, and any other woman that had ever turned him on.
Faster and faster his hand went up, and down the thick shank. He was so close, all the built up fluid was about to be released. He thought of sweet Lynette, again. Her wonderful smile, her pretty eyes, and her tight little bottom.
"OH YES, OH LYNETTE. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU." Tim yelled, when his massive member released its seeds. He came hard that morning, spraying his fluids all over the shower wall. The hot liquid shot from his young body like a garden hose.
2.
Tim limped into the furniture factory as he had for the last six years. He loved the smell of fresh, cut wood. That morning a large shipment had just arrived.
