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   When helping a buddy recover takes on another dimension altogether...
   My friend, Carl was on the losing end of a gnarly car wreck and ended up
with brain damage and legs that didn't work.  The docs tried to tell us
that he would be unable to walk.  I had none of it.  Carl would walk if I
had to drag his wretched ass around until he did.  Turns out that's pretty
much what happened.  Well, that and a whole lot more.
   See, I'd go to his place and use a fireman's hold to hoist him outta bed
then jimmy him into a kind of standing bear hug.  The docs said that his
brain just had to remember how to connect to his lower extremities and then
he had a chance.  So, twice every day, before work, and after, and for
longer periods on my days off, I'd come out and take him "dancin'" as we
called it.
   Carl and I each had teen-aged daughters.  They'd been best friends
forever, and had just both turned sixteen.  A lot of the time when I went
to Carl's place, Kimmie came with me to visit with `Shelle.  Carl's wife
had died several years ago, so `Shelle was close to our family, and she and
Kimmie were getting really beautiful and really boy crazy.
   One summer morning, Kimmie and I headed to Carl's place.  She scurried
off with `Shelle and I barreled into Carl's bedroom hollering, "Time to
dance, Lance Romance, get yer sorry ass outta bed!"
   "Fuck you, Webster, you sorry excuse for a man, get your lazy ass over
here and hoist me up.  I've got my toe shoes nearly laced up!  Are we going
to do that fancy assed twirl I've been wanting to do today?"
   And so it went.  We cursed and sweated and pissed and moaned and
laughed, but we were both really scared that he wouldn't be able to walk
ever again.  I dragged him around for a couple of hours, over and over
testing his ability to bear weight, until my arms were shaking, my
shoulders achin', and his spirits flagging.  "You had enough, buddy," I
asked.
   "Hell, yes, Webb, I need a break.  Damnit, sometimes..." Carl is several
inches taller than me, and I felt his body shaking and just hugged him for
a minute before shuffling him back into his bedroom.
   "If you get discouraged, you bastard, we'll never get there.  You've
gotta suck it up and keep believing you can do this," I said.  I was just
getting ready to get on our way back to his room when I realized after
hugging him closer that at least one part of him felt like it was waking
up. The son of a bitch had a goddamn stiffy.  I said, "Hey Buddy, at least
some part of you is up and at `em.  What the hell?"
   Standing with him against me, each of us feeling that big assed cock of
his between us, I admit I'd never been that close to another dude's dick,
and fuck if it didn't turn my ass on.  Pretty soon, my cock was busting
against my zipper.  "What the fuck, man?" I said and got us the hell to his
bedroom.
   Carl said, "Take off your pants and sit on it, Webb, please.  Get me on
the bed and get undressed.  Damnit, do it, man."
   Wow.  I could feel both our hearts slamming against our chests.  Man
cock.  Not like I'd never thought of it.  I'm a pervert, you don't know the
half.  That cock - okay, I was hot to do what he asked.
   I walked him to the bed and closed the curtains in his room, gave a
listen at the door for the girls, stepped out of my clothes, and helped
Carl out of his.
   "There's some Crisco in the bedside table, Webb.  Slick me up and let me
have the jar," he said.  I didn't say anything, just did what he asked.  I
took a little blob of the white grease and softened it up a little and put
my hand on his dick.
   "Wow, fucking hot," I said, holding his massive tool in my hands.
   "Fuck ya, Webb, that's great.  Keep that up, buddy.  Give me the Crisco,
kneel with your ass at my head, and keep working my dick.  Oh fuck yea, all
the way down my shaft, pull my balls.  Yea..."
   I knelt next to him with my bare ass right near his head.  Holy Christ,
I felt his big fingers at my ass hole, pushing and probing.  He pulled me
closer and I felt his tongue at my asshole.  "Crap, Carl, what are you
doing?  Fuck, man, oooh, damn..." His arms were stronger since his accident
than they were before, and he could out bench press me by 70 pounds before.
I'm not a small dude, 6 foot, a solid 220, but He's 6'4" and 250 pounds of
steel.  Well, before his legs went to hell.  But his arms had my ass in a
grip that meant business.  I tried not to even think about how good that
felt, having him control me.  I just wanted that tongue again and more.
   I kept working his dick, pulling his balls, and I slipped my fingers
down to tease his ass.
   Carl stuck two fingers all the way in my ass and I nearly passed out. 
I've been shoving things in my ass forever, but the heat of human parts
inside me, fuck!
   "Turn around and squat on my cock, Webb," Carl growled.  "Take me up
that virgin chute."
   Jesus, what am I doing?  I thought and turned around to do as my friend
asked.  The tip of his cock is thick and bulbous, it had precum glistening
out of it.  "Sit on my big cock, Webb.  Take it, damnit!" He physically
lifted me up as I was positioning myself.  I sat on his chest, worrying
that I'd hurt him.  "Do NOT hesitate.  I'm not made of glass, do what I
tell you to do!"
   I leaned forward to get the right angle and his hand came up to the back
of my neck and the bastard kissed me.  I mean a full on intense
tongue-in-my-throat fucking incredible kiss, which I returned with a hunger
I didn't know I had.  I kept pressing my asshole against his thick
cockhead, feeling myself open.  He put his hands on my hips and forced me
down, and I screamed into his mouth.  That fucking cock ripped into me and
my ass was ON FIRE.  I wanted it out of me and I tried to get up, to get
away.  He held me down, with his hands and continuing to lean into me with
the kiss.  I leaned away and tried to breathe, the burning beginning to
subside.
   "Damnit, couldn't you give me a couple of minutes, you bastard," you
trying to pay me back for dragging your useless shit self all around your
floor?"
   "Shut up, bitch, and ride this cock," Carl said quietly.  I reached back
to feel his cock going up my ass.  Fuck, I was wide open and his ten inches
was all the hell the way inside me.  No wonder this hurt!
   "C'mon, Webb, if you move on me, you'll dig it.  Just do it," he
encouraged.
   I put my hands on his chest and used my legs to get some traction,
rising up and down.  I reached back and added some Crisco, which made the
glide feel a lot better.  A LOT better.  His cock rubbed my prostate,
sending electric charges through my body.  My own dick was drooling precum,
making a puddle on Carl's belly.
   "Ride it, Webb, that's it, take that big pole," he said, as he grabbed
my dick with his giant fist and pumped hard.  "C'mon, Webb, give me your
man juice.  Take that cock up your man cunt, bitch.  Damn, that's good.
   We began egging each other on.  He pinched my nipples with his other
hand, making me jump up and down on him.  I fucked his cock for all I was
worth.  I lifted and slammed down, filling myself with him.  He wanked my
dick and twisted my nipples in turn.  At one point, he smacked my face with
his big paw.  I twisted his nipples and he said, "Keep that up, oh, yea,
bitch, twist `em hard!"
   My prostate was swelling and his balls were damned near going inside me.
He was straining his belly muscles to make up for his legs, and I continued
to move up and down, back and forth on him as hard and fast as I could.  He
wrapped his hand around my cock and balls and jerked the whole works and I
felt him shooting inside me just as I exploded all over his chest, chin,
and face.  We were both as quiet as we could be, thinking about our girls.
   "Fuck, buddy, that was good.  I have your cherry, bitch," Carl said.  I
fell against him and he pulled me to him to kiss again.  I didn't want to
move, wanted that cock to stay inside me.
   He looked at me and said, I have a lot more to tell you, besides the
fact that I would fuck you every day if I could stand up.  But, right now,
I need to sleep.  I think we managed to wake up some muscles and they are
screaming at me.  Could you get me a pain pill and clean me up a bit and
help get me under the covers?  I don't want the girls to see us like
this...yet."
   Again, I did as he asked.  I cleaned us up with a warm wet cloth, got
his sweats on him, got myself back dressed, and gave him his medication. 
He was snoring in a couple of minutes and I sat on the bed trying to digest
what had just happened.  I couldn't imagine what else he had to tell me and
I figured it would likely be best if I left before he woke up.  I had a
feeling that I'd better get home and get my own chores done, as I felt like
I would be more than a little anxious to come back over later that evening
after taking the girls to my place for my wife to watch for the night.
   I wondered what the hell else he wanted to tell me.  And, I had a pretty
good idea that he'd tell me soon enough.  
  
Dancing