Jakewho69 wrote most of his stories back in 2002- 2005. He is a genuine working class guy, and his characters sound like real people. Many of the plot elements he used have been picked up by others. He's an old man now, no longer writing and not in good health. I am slowly re-posting his stuff with his permission. If you like it, say so in your comments and votes. If you don't spare yourself the effort.
Chilley Willey
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My name is John Lane and right now I'm lying in the St. Luke hospital, trying to recuperate from a cycling injury. Last weekend I was winding my Harley up on I-90 to pass a truck that was in the left-hand lane. He was passing a slow moving van so I took him on the right side. I figured I would pull out in front of the trucker before I came up to the van he was trying to pass. I figured I had enough time to do this. I have done this hundreds of times. The last I looked at the speedometer, I was doing seventy-five and I had just cranked it up. That is the last I remember.
From the reports that I heard, the trucker blew the retread on his right hand side and I hit a piece almost half the size of his tire. The bike and I flew to the right, landing in soft dirt and mud. We had been airborne and jumped a cement divider that was meant to keep traffic out of the work area on the right hand side. Then I was doing how many flips I don't know. Everyone that stopped behind me figured I had bought it and was surely dead. I had my full leather gear on, which I bought a while ago, along with my new Bell helmet that I purchased with the new bike.
I was one banged up guy. I had broken both my legs and my right arm. My back was also all bruised up but it was not broken and I was not paralyzed. I guess I should have thanked my lucky stars for that. My lung was punctured from broken ribs and my kidney, heart and liver were bruised. I had hit a construction zone where they were going to add another exit ramp and the construction had just started and it was all dirt. It had rained pretty heavily the day before so the ground was soft with plenty of mud that saved my life.
Lying there in the hospital bed, I watched the nurse washing my black and blue penis and balls. The penis was twice the size it is when it is hard and the balls had to be three to four times bigger than normal. I had asked the doctor about them and he told me the swelling would go down with time. Most of my body was black and blue from the beating I got tumbling over and over.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I'm forty-seven and June, my wife, is forty-five. We have been married for twenty-five years and our two kids are now out of college and on their own, with good jobs. I had bought the cycle for myself as a present for doing a good job raising the kids and putting them through school. The bike was only a week old and had less than three hundred miles on it.
I had gotten the bike on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary on May 13. The kids threw us a surprise party and invited all our friends, so I didn't get to ride the bike all that weekend. My parents and her parents saw the bike and both said that it was the worst decision of our married life. Our kids were not too happy with it either. The kids both stayed with us that weekend, along with their boyfriend and girlfriend. Her parents stayed with Sal and mine stayed at Ben's house. We partied Friday and Saturday so Monday I didn't feel like driving the cycle to work, as I was still hung over.
I had another cycle when we first got married and I drove that for twenty years. But when we went on trips I would borrow another cycle from friends. Their cycle was better riding and more reliable than my older cycle. I would ride my cycle to work, weather permitting. I have borrowed other cycles and June and I took weekend trips with them to see the sights. We would stay in motels or with friends that we visited on the trips. We always had a great time, except of course when we would run into rain, but that didn't happen very often.
So when I told June I wanted to get one she did not put up much of a fight; she just told me to be careful with it and not to take any chances on it. The week I got the cycle it was overcast and not the best riding time, so I didn't put too many miles on it.
The weekend of the accident we were going for a ride in the country to do some sightseeing. She had to run to her mothers with medicine for her dad so I had about an hour to kill before we started out. I took it out on I-90 for a quick spin. That quick spin came close to ending my life.
The cops were at our house when she came back and she called her parents and they all came right up to the hospital. When she got there they told her at the hospital that I was in critical condition and it was touch and go with me. I was in a coma for three days and they took a ton of CT scans of my head and back to see if I was paralyzed or broken bones and see what internal damage was done. I had headaches for a month after but they finally went away.
When I finally came out of it I didn't remember any of it till a week went by. My head hurt but there were no facial scars; it just hurt like hell. Both my legs where in traction and had casts on them. My right arm was also in a cast. I guess if people that saw the accident, they would have said it looked like an Evil Knievel jump that went all wrong.
I stayed in the hospital almost two weeks and then went home to get better. June took good care of me and plenty of neighbors came by to check on me when she was at work. My friends that got out of their offices came by to help me and to check on me. The same went for the wives of my guy friends. They would come by and help when they could. They would feed and dress me somewhat or even empty my pot.
Frank's wife, Fran, even gave me sponge baths a few times and did my joint and balls. I was in so much pain and I could not even get a hard on while she did this. I always had the hots for her too and we always joked around grabbing each other. Fran asked me about my penis.
"Is it dead and going to fall off? The poor thing looks so sad. I bet you want me to give it CPR. Well, think again, big guy. If I did it for you, you would be telling all the guys and Frank would hear about it. But if it falls off I want it for a dildo to practice on," and we both laughed.
All of us guys always grabbed at the other wives when we fooled around but nothing ever came of it that I know of. The eight of us were very tight and had lots of fun. Frank and Fran Smith, Ben and Betty Ford, Sal and Sally Morgan and of course us made up the group. We all met through the kids' sports and have been best of friends ever since. They say I saved Sal's life. We four guys were out golfing on the backside when he went down with a heart attack. I gave him CPR and then Frank ran to the clubhouse to call for an ambulance. None of us had a cell phone.
I got tired after a while of doing the CPR and told Ben to help me. He said he couldn't do it after trying for awhile of doing it. He wasn't doing a very good job and I was going to take over again. He said he was too shook up and was going to get sick himself. I took over again and it was twenty-two minutes till rescue arrived and I was one tired guy.
Sal was about two hundred and sixty pounds at the time but now is down to two-ten. He is back in good health and had no major damage to his heart. The doctor credits me with quick thinking and doing a good job with the CPR. I felt good about helping him out. When June would go out on weekends shopping, she would have Shelly stay with me in case I needed anything. Shelly lived down the street and was going to school to become a nurse. She was a fairly hot chick and for two years I was her softball coach when she was in high school. She even gave me a sponge bath sometimes and she even wanted to do my privates parts but I wouldn't let her at first.
She said she had to do it at school to pass her grades in school so I should help her to graduate. I finally gave in and she washed it and played with it. Damn, a pretty girl of eighteen playing with my cock but I could not get hard. I knew right then that something was wrong with me. She was amazed at how black and blue it still was but told me it wouldn't be long and it will be back to normal.
One day she finally asked me, "Is something wrong with it because it's so small and will not get hard. My boyfriend is hard all the time. I have never seen him soft as a matter of fact. I didn't know guys where this small except for the ones I baby sit for but they're are all under five."
