Chapter
2
The dream
faded, but Terry kept his eyes closed, hoping to recapture at least
some of the detail. He remembered being locked in an embrace with a
softly-furred bear of a man, strong but well-padded. Inhaling his
strong masculine scent, burying his nose in the thicket of dense
blond hair that covered his chest, and then raising his face to be
kissed. Soft growls and grunts were exchanged, and strong hands
cupped his butt and raised him so he would not have to strain upwards
to meet the bearded face that bent to his. They had done this so
many times. He felt the other man's thick erection prod his ass,
felt those hands gently part his butt. He sighed as he was lowered
on to the straining cock. He remembered crying out in joy, or
perhaps he had only wanted to. He also remembered a great feeling of
familiarity, of ease and contentment. And then, as always, a
deepening sense of loss and emptiness as the man slowly faded away,
leaving Terry standing alone, groping for the man, reaching out,
trying to touch, longing to connect. And then the dream faded away.
Giving up
in his attempt to recapture the fleeing images, he slowly opened his
eyes. He was surprised to see Craig sitting across from him, once
again studying him with that grave, silent gaze. He started to speak
and instantly realized that he still had the stiffie he always awoke
with after the dreams.
“Ummm,
sorry, I must have dozed off there.”
“Y'all
were sound asleep. I hope the noise in the kitchen didn't disturb
you, I tried to keep it as quite as possible. I didn't want to wake
you. I got today's paper, I guess yours hasn't been restarted yet?”
Craig rose and handed Terry the front section of the paper. He made
no comment on Terry's erection, but the paper provided suitable cover
for it. He sat back down.
“Thanks,
man. No, I haven't called them yet. I can do that tomorrow.” He
needed to pee, but he wanted to wait a few more minutes before asking
Craig to help him up and to the bathroom so his dick had a chance to
soften.
Craig
resumed quietly reading his section of the paper. When he felt he
had softened enough not to embarrass himself, Terry said, “Craig, I
need to pee. Can you give me a hand up here?”
“Sure.
Here, give me your arm.” With practiced ease, Terry was levered up
out of the chair. “Just put your arm around my shoulder... yeah,
like that. Put most of your weight on me, use me like a crutch. Can
y'all manage that?”
“Yes.
It's a bit awkward but I can manage.” Terry, the cane, and Craig
hobbled to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, Terry was
suddenly embarrassed as he struggled with his left hand to open the
snaps of his sweats.
“It's
OK... here, I'll do it. No, don't let go. Next time, we can switch
sides once you're steady and that will free your right hand.”
Craig worked the snaps, hesitated, and then let Terry fish his cock
out and aim. There was a slight pause, and then an impressive stream
splashed on target. After what seemed like a very long time, Terry
sighed deeply and tucked himself back in and struggled to re-snap,
finally succeeding.
“Damn,
that felt good. You know, that's the first time I've stood to piss
in weeks! I hate bed urinals.” Craig guided Terry around to the
sink and steadied him while he washed his hands. Terry turned
slightly and said, “Thanks. You have no idea how much being able
to do small things like that means.”
“No
problem. That's what I'm here for. I'll get you back in the chair
now, or we can sit outside for a bit; it's nice out, not too hot.
Y'all can decide what you want for supper, too.” Terry indicated
that outside would be very nice and Craig helped him out and into one
of the two chairs on the small deck and set up a foot stool for him
to rest his leg on.
“If
you're OK here for a bit, I'll go shower up, then start supper.”
Craig looked at Terry, noting the smile on his face. “You're
really glad to be home, aren't you?”
“Oh,
man, yes!”
“Well,
y'all have a really nice place here. I'll bet you really missed it.
You've made it very homey. Comfortable.”
“Thanks.”
Don't try
to do any walking on that,” Craig said, indicating the cane.
“You've done enough for today, I think.” Craig went inside and in
a few minutes, the sound of water running told Terry that he was in
the shower. He looked around his small back yard and was thankful
for being home and thankful that he had such a competent, easygoing
person to help him.
* * *
Later that
night after supper, Craig sat Terry forward in a straight backed
chair and carefully felt his knee as he slowly extended and bent the
joint, and then held and felt while Terry gingerly did the same on
his own. He watched carefully as Terry stood, first with a cane for
support and then, carefully and briefly, without; and sat down
suddenly as the knee gave way.
“Steady,
there... easy. Not bad actually, not bad at all. They really did do
a good job on you. Of course, there's some atrophy, that's to be
expected. I know you have a PT appointment coming up, but there's
nothing to stop us from getting started early with some exercises.
It will make things feel better sooner, and loosen up the ligaments,
too.” Craig looked up and smiled at Terry. Terry realized that it
was the first time he had seen the handsome man smile. “You're
going to be OK, man.”
Later that
night, after watching some TV, Craig tidied up and then helped Terry
to the bathroom again and then into bed. Looking around to the
closet, Craig asked, “Y'all use jammies? Or just boxers?”
“Well,
no, actually. I sleep buck.”
“Ah. No
problem. It makes my job easier. If you'll sit on the bed, I can
pull the sweats off easier. Wait, let me pull the covers back.
There.” He lowered Terry to the bed, pulled the sweats off, and
Terry pulled the top off over his head. Terry was very aware of the
feel of Craig's warm hands on his legs as he removed the sweatpants,
and was once again embarrassed by his cock, which was beginning to
lengthen. Craig said nothing, though; and eased Terry's bad leg
under the covers and pulled them up high enough so he could reach and
adjust them to his taste.
“Good
night, Terry. I sleep light, so just call out if y'all need
anything.” He placed a glass of water within reach. “Sleep
well.” With that, Craig turned off the light and stepped out of
the bedroom, leaving the door open. In a moment, the light in his
room clicked on and faded as he closed the door to his bedroom.
The stress
and excitement of the day, plus being in his own bed again, combined
to send Terry into a deep sleep almost instantly. Hours later he
woke, suddenly alert. It took him a moment to realize that he was at
home, in his own bed. He was comfortably on his side, facing the
open bedroom door. He saw light from under Craig's door, and then
the door opened and Craig padded out, naked, lit from behind by the
room light. He walked past the bathroom, obviously heading to the
kitchen. With eyes half closed, Terry was still able to see the
thick man's body in detail. He was covered with blond fur, his butt
nearly as thickly furred as his forearms. A substantial uncut cock
jutted over his balls, which were largely concealed by a thicket of
blond hair. Thick thighs and legs were also covered with blond hair.
Terry stifled a gasp of appreciation.
Terry
heard the sound of running water as Craig got himself a long drink of
water. The sound of his feet padding back warned Terry to half close
his eyes again, but Craig entered the bathroom instead. The door
closed. Terry waited for pee sounds or the creak of the toilet seat,
but they were absent. Shortly, Terry heard the soft but
unmistakable sounds of a man bringing himself to a climax. Rhythmic
stroking interspersed with faint grunts, and then the 'splat' sound
of the first spurt hitting the water in the toilet, followed by
somewhat fainter 'splat's' of the second and third spurts. Terry's
head filled with an image of the hairy man standing there, legs apart
and slightly flexed, back tense and butt cheeks clenched, as he shot
into the bowl. The flush of the toilet, followed by the brief flash
of the bathroom light before Craig flipped the switch, warned Terry
to once again feign sleep. Craig padded past the open door and into
his own bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Terry's
mind was filled with the images he had just seen and imagined. His
own meat was rigid with need and lust, and he reached down and
joyfully stroked. Finally! No restraints of potential interruptions
by nursing staff intent on taking blood pressure or doling out
sleeping meds. He stroked tip to base, and fondled his balls for a
bit, then resumed stroking, alternating between just teasing the tip
and going all the way down to the base. His breathing became erratic
and he strained upwards. He knew he was going to make a mess in
short order, the images of Craig's furry, thick body spinning in his
brain and inflaming his libido. He willed himself not to make noise
so as not to bring Craig in, who most likely had not yet fallen back
to sleep. He was taking a chance, but what the hell... this was his
home, his bedroom, his bed... and he had had no release for weeks.
His back
arched, and his cock strained forward. The tension of his boiling
ejaculation ran from deep inside his balls out along the underside of
his shaft to the swollen tip of his cock and exploded out, soaking
the sheet and his chest with heavy ropes of seed. He pumped out all
the cum he'd stored up while in the hospital, in his mind coating the
chest and belly of the blond bear in the room next to him. His
ragged breathing subsided as his cock slowly returned to its normal
flaccid size. Terry grinned as he felt the now-cold wetness of the
sheet spread over his chest and belly. He must look a mess, but it
would be dry by morning, and he could sit up and swing his legs out
and be ready when Craig came in. If Craig said anything when making
the bed, Terry would just say he'd had a wet dream. After all, he'd
stored up a lot while in the hospital with no chance for release. A
guy would understand.
Terry
settled back into a comfortable sleeping position and allowed himself
to drift off to sleep. His last thoughts were of the wet sheets
plastering themselves to the cum-soaked hair on his chest.
Dreaming about a hot bear au naturel is enough to get anyone hard---to wake up to the sight of that....!
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