Prologue; for those who have not read the first two chapters I will give you a quick synopsis. Chris is a young man who was injured in a car accident and while at the hospital he has many sexual adventures with the hospital staff, his girlfriend, and his mom.
This story is purely fictional. It is just a fantasy story not to be a realistic in any form.
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The rest of Chris's stay in the hospital was normal aside from the daily blowjob or quick fuck from one of the nurse's or his girlfriend. If not for the fact that he was paralyzed from the waist down he would have thought he had died in gone to heaven. He had never in his whole life received this much attention from women. He began to think; maybe they were just paying him special attention because of his injury. It did not matter to him one way or the other because he was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted.
Something special happened the last day of Chris's stay in the hospital. While working out in physical therapy, Maria (his physical therapist) straddled him to do the exercise on his feet, when suddenly she whirled around and instead of her facing his feet, she was suddenly leaning down with her mouth very close to Chris's ear.
She whispered to him. "I could not let you leave without telling you how turned on you have made me every day, what, with you practically shoving that cock of yours up my ass everyday. I cannot wait until you are home and then I will perform some real physical therapy on you."
As she spoke these words, Chris's cock lurched and almost split his shorts in two. Yet, at almost the same moment, Chris could have sworn all of the toes on both of his feet moved. Not wanting this moment to end, Chris did not mention to Maria that he thought his toes wiggled.
After a few moments of dangling her long dark brown hair across Chris's face and whispering a few sweet nothings in Chris's ears, Maria turned back around and finished her exercises.
After leaving physical therapy, Chris was waiting in his room for his mother to pick him up and take him home when Dr. Brown entered the room. She began going over everything Chris would need to do when he got home. When she finished, she bent over, kissed him passionately, and then said. "After you get home and get settled in, I want you to call me and let me know how you are doing. If you ever need me I have written my home phone number on the instructions for your care. Call me anytime, night or day."
Carolyn came to pick Chris up from the hospital and one by one each of his nurses came by and hugged his neck and told him goodbye. Chris knew he was going to miss all of the personal attention they gave him when he got home.
Little did he know but he was going to be receiving more attention at home than he could handle.
After Chris transferred himself into his mother's car, Carolyn told him. "I have a big surprise for you when you get home."
Chris giggled a little bit and thought. 'I'll just bet you do.'
The drive home was an uneventful one until they pulled into the driveway. There were cars everywhere; it looked like the whole town was at his house. The first thing he noticed was a new ramp had been built on the front porch. Before Carolyn could get the car stopped people were crowding all around it, wanting to see Chris. Before he knew what was happening his car door was yanked open and his girlfriend Denise jumped on his lap and started kissing him all over. She looked up to him and said. "Isn't it great Chris? Everybody chipped in and built you a ramp and wait until you see what they did with your room. You are just going to love it.
After getting Denise off of his lap and getting into his wheelchair the first thing Chris noticed was the smell of barbecue coming from the backyard. He knew almost immediately his Uncle John must be smoking some ribs and Boston butts.
He was his favorite uncle. After his dad died, his Uncle John took care of him and taught him how to become a man. He would take Chris fishing and hunting, hell he even got him laid his first time. John was just eight years older than Chris so he was more of a best friend than a father figure to Chris. He could not wait to get to the back yard to see him and get a taste of his smoked ribs and grab a beer but before he could get to the backyard Denise was pushing him up the ramp and inside the house.
Everyone was patting him on the back and welcoming him home when he noticed his old bedroom. It was huge and there was a brand new king size bed where his old one used to be. As he entered the room he suddenly noticed he had a private bathroom with a nice roll-in shower. Before he could speak Denise squealed at him, "You haven't even noticed the best part yet, look."
Chris turned to look and immediately saw what Denise was squealing about. Hanging from the ceiling was a large trapeze bar which was actually meant to help him move around in the bed. He knew it could be used for many other fun things and he could hardly wait to try it out but first things first he was ready to go out back and eat some of his uncles famous barbecue and drink some beer.
As Chris came out the back door, he heard someone yell. "Hey Sport, Catch!"
Chris looked up in time to see his uncle reaching in an ice chest and grabbing a beer and tossing it to him. Chris' reflexes were still good enough that right before it was going to hit him in the chest he caught it with both hands. Chris hollered at his uncle. "Damn John, you could have hit me in the mouth with that damn beer."
John let out a big belly laugh and jokingly said. "Listen here Sport, don't come looking for sympathy from me because you know the only place you will find sympathy from me, in the dictionary, between Shit and Syphilis."
Chris busted out laughing and said. "I reckon that's right and I would not expect anything less from you. Now how about them ribs, do you have some ready?"
"Hell yes and the damn things will melt your mouth. While you were laying your lazy ass up in the hospital I've finally perfected the recipe. These ribs taste better than pussy." John replied.
"I doubt that very seriously" Chris laughed as he took a bite out of one of the ribs. Laughing, Chris said "Pretty damn close though, it's running a close second."
Everybody laughed at Chris's remark and started to join in on the conversation. Soon everybody stopped by and extended well wishes to Chris and he thanked everyone for coming by and all of the hard work they put in to make is house equipped for him to use.
As the cookout went along and some of the people started to leave Chris noticed his best friend Bill sitting by himself just staring into outer space. Chris rolled up to him and said. "Hey man, what's wrong? You have been sitting around moping all evening. Hell, I haven't even seen you drink a beer. Did you and Bette breakup?"
"No, that's not it. Bette and I are fine. It's just that uhh, uhh, it's just that uhh, oh man it's my fault you're in that wheelchair! If I had been paying attention I would have seen that damn truck coming! It's all my fault!" Bill sobbed.
Chris grabbed Bill by the arm and told him. "Look at me; it's not your fault! It's that stupid Sonafabitch that ran the damn red light's fault! You can't blame yourself. It's just a bad break; it very well could have been you instead of me. Hell, for that matter, we could both be dead. Look how lucky we are. Can't you see how many people care for us? The one thing neither one of us can do in life is look back. We have to keep looking forward. Besides, who said I was going to be in this wheelchair the rest of my life? Buddy, believe me, I plan on walking again. Sooner than later! I haven't given up and don't you give up on me either. Now, enough of this bullshit! Get up off your ass and get us a couple of beers and let's have a good time."
Feeling relieved, Bill got him and Chris a couple of beers and for the first time since the accident he started enjoying himself again. After a short while he went out to his car for a minute and came back to where Chris was with a big smile on his face. He leaned down and whispered something in Chris's ear and the two of them went behind the old shed in Chris's yard.
