Distant thunder rumbled through the mountains as we wandered back down to our gear an hour later.
"I'm starving," Mike said as he pulled food and beer from his pack. The three of us dangled our feet in the water while sharing cold chicken and potato salad. We watched the sun slowly sink below the western mountains.
"It'll be getting dark in a couple of hours, we should pack up and head back," Joe said, as thunder rumbled again.
We packed up our things and put on our socks, boots, and hats. Slinging our gear onto our backs, we started down the mountain.
About thirty minutes later the storm rolled in, driving torrential rain into our faces, and lashing our naked skin. We helped each other down the slippery rocks, moving quickly while trying to keep our footing. The creek water slowly rose, turning muddy, as we hastened our descent.
Mike's face betrayed his normal calm; fear was beginning to show in his eyes. While hurrying down a group of boulders, my foot slipped. I slid off the one I was standing on and slammed my knee against another. With a "Crack!" my foot twisted as it wedged between them.
"Fuck!" I cried out as overwhelming pain surged in my ankle. My companions rushed to help as blood poured from a gash in my knee and washed down my leg in the rain.
Supporting most of my weight, they carried me down to Joe's pickup. Mike pulled off my pack, taking a towel from inside. They tossed our gear in the bed and helped me into the cab.
"Hold pressure on it," Mike said as he placed the towel against my knee. I held it as he slid in next to me and closed the door. I felt every bump as Joe drove through the pasture, wincing as each jolt enraged my ankle. After stopping for the gate, we drove back to Joe's cabin.
They carried me into the bathroom and set me on the closed toilet. Mike tended to my bleeding knee before carefully working to remove my socks and boots. My cries of pain filled the room until he finally pulled them free.
My ankle was swollen, and it was clear I needed a doctor. Mike managed to stop the bleeding and bandaged my knee before they carried me to the living room sofa. Joe brought me a pillow and a bag of ice. He set the pillow under my leg and carefully placed the ice around my ankle.
"We need to get you to the hospital," Mike said before turning to Joe. "I'll run home and grab his clothes."
"Take my truck," Joe said, handing the keys to Mike. He walked out as Joe sat down on the sofa next to me. "So why did you have to go and spoil the fun by injuring yourself like that?" he asked with a sympathetic smile.
"Trust me, I'd have preferred to finish the weekend playing with you sexy fuckers," I replied. It had been an incredible weekend, until now anyway.
"This is really going to screw things up for me, my job depends on my ability to drive. They don't pay vacation or sick leave. I need this to be a simple sprain." Joe carefully lifted the ice to look at my ankle.
"I'm not the doctor, but this looks like more than a sprain to me. I'm going to throw on some clothes before Mike gets back, I don't think they'll like me running around the hospital bare-assed and balls-out." He returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans and a red flannel shirt.
"I prefer the chaps and hat," I teased, then winced again. Mike returned a few minutes later with my clean clothes. He had dressed in his usual jeans and belt, wearing a black short-sleeved tee. They both helped me dress and get back into Joe's truck.
The storm was still raging, sheeting the windshield, and coming down faster than the wipers could fling it off. A crash of thunder briefly drowned out the rapid ping of rain and hailstones striking the metal roof.
"I put your car in the shop," Mike said, "there's plenty of room and the rain was getting in that stuck passenger window. I think it'll be at least a few days until you can drive it anyway."
"I have to drive to keep my job," I said, shaking my head in despair. Mike moved close to me and placed his arm around my shoulder.
"We'll get you through this," Mike said, as I began to tear up. He held me as Joe drove us to the hospital. They carried me inside where we took seats in the waiting room. The storm was subsiding when the nurse finally came out to get me. A few hours later I returned, ankle wrapped, and knee bandaged. They'd given me prescriptions for the pain and swelling.
"It's fractured," I said. "They told me it will take six to eight weeks to fully heal; driving is out of the question." They helped me climb back into Joe's truck and we headed back.
"Joe and I talked while you were seeing the doctor. You can stay at his cabin until you're back on your feet," Mike said. "His place has fewer stairs, and he works at home, so he'll be there when I'm at the shop."
"You guys don't need to do this," I said, "It's too much."
"Bullshit!" Joe said emphatically. "It's not, and unless you have another option, you are kind of stuck with us," he finished, smiling warmly.
I'd lived alone since becoming emancipated at sixteen. I was in a short relationship that ended badly and a few casual hookups. My family ties were broken so there was nobody else to help me.
"No," I said, finally answering.
It was just after midnight when we pulled into Joe's driveway. They carried me into the cabin, and into the bedroom. It was a large suite, containing a sitting area in front of a fireplace, and a massive Alaska King bed. French doors on the far wall opened out onto the deck. Mike disappeared as Joe helped me sit in a large, comfortable chair.
"I lived in the old house until it was damaged in eighty-eight, then in my RV while I had it demolished and built this cabin in its place." Joe's home was a modern log cabin. The center contained a kitchen, living and dining space, with stairs to a loft beneath the high vaulted ceiling. A glass wall framed the deck and the dark forest beyond. Two large suites bookended the cabin on the either side.
"It's amazing," I said truthfully. I'd never been inside such a beautiful home. Joe smiled and nodded his appreciation as Mike entered the room with an old pair of crutches.
"Right where you said they were Joe," he said, handing them to me.
"Mike and I will clean out the other suite tomorrow, so you'll have your own space," Joe said. "If you need anything from your apartment, he can pick it up Monday after work.
If you're alright with it, tonight we'll set you up in here with us," Joe finished, nodding towards the massive bed.
"Sure, but I need to piss first," I said. Mike helped me up and walked into the bathroom with me. He steadied me as I unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out, he did the same and we pissed together, amusing ourselves by swinging our cocks and crossing the streams.
"You didn't invite me?" Joe asked in mock disappointment as he walked into the bathroom. "I made up the right side for you," he said, speaking to me. "There are pillows to support your ankle, and plenty of space for all three of us to be comfortable." I smiled thinking of sharing a bed with these two sexy men until it faltered; the pain in my ankle snapped me back to reality.
Mike helped me back into the bedroom and started undressing me, getting me ready for bed. He stopped at my underwear.
"Do you want those on or off," he asked.
"I normally sleep naked, I guess the house rules apply," I said.
"Naked it is," said Joe, as he reentered the bedroom. He stripped down, letting his dick swing freely as he stood next to the bed.
Mike helped me out of my underwear and gently lowered me onto the bed. Joe held the pillows under my leg as Mike helped me find the least uncomfortable position. He covered me with the blanket, then bent down and kissed me.
"We'll be right here if you need anything," he said as he stripped off his clothes and crawled into the bed's center. Joe, getting in on the right side, reached up and killed the light.
Soft moonlight from the breaking clouds spilled in through the windows. My ankle throbbed, making for a restless night. I lie awake, staring mindlessly at the ceiling when a new sound caught my attention; Mike and Joe were kissing and grinding their bodies together.
I quietly shifted, attempting to roll onto my side unnoticed, until pain shot through my ankle causing me to gasp involuntarily. They went silent for a second and Joe raised his head and met my eyes with his. He smiled then returned his attention to Mike.
"We have an audience," Joe whispered, before they kissed again.
"Then let's give him a show," Mike replied. Joe turned on the light, then dimmed it slightly. He pulled the blanket from their naked bodies as they resumed.
