The Injury - Part 1

THE INJURY

Part 1: Feeling Hurt

The night air was crisp and electric with anticipation as the stadium lights blazed down on the football field.

The crowd roared, their chants echoing against the bleachers.

I am Jake Morrison, and let’s say it, I am the star quarterback of the Oakley Raiders.

I am fit, I am tall, I am a womanizer, and that night, I was leading my team for what was meant to be our biggest game of the season.

Nothing could stop us, especially not the cold November wind whipping around me.

Until it happened.

A split second of miscalculation, a missed block, and a crushing tackle sent me spiraling to the ground.

The stadium was a sea of screaming faces, a roar of sound that only seemed to grow louder as I felt the taste of blood and grass in my mouth.

Ouch.

That hurt.

My eyes focused on the sky above, a wide expanse of blue with wisps of white clouds – a stark contrast to the pain that throbbed through my body.

I had been hit hard; probably harder than any tackle I had ever taken.

I was dizzy – the sudden impact, the bright flash of pain, and then the world going dark.

Pain exploded in my left wrist like a bomb going off.

I laid there, stunned, the world spinning around me as my teammates knelt nearby, their faces etched with concern.

"Morrison, you alright?" Coach Paulson's voice was a low growl, his silhouette looming over me.

He was a massive man.

I tried to push myself up, but a sharp jolt of pain forced me back down.

"Shit." I hissed, cradling my wrist against my chest.

Coach swore under his breath, running a hand through his thinning hair.

"We need medical out here. Anyone’s can help?”

The world tilted and spread in the bleachers.

There was no dedicated medical team, a big oversight but whatever.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay conscious. Despite my best efforts, my vision blurred and darkened at the edges.

Through the haze, I saw Coach Paulson's face re-appear above me, his features twisted in concern.

"Stay with us, all right, son?" He said, his voice tinged with worry.

I nodded weakly.

"Yeah, Coach. Just...need a sec."

Coach Paulson put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me down.

"Stay still, Jake. We're getting you seen to. You’re okay with a male nurse?"

A male nurse? My brow furrowed at the thought.

I had never had a male nurse before. I was not sure how I felt about it, but I was in no position to argue.

"Sure, Coach. Whatever helps."

I could not think clearly anyway.

I blinked and suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered man with wavy dark hair and a calm, confident smile was towering over me.

He moved with a grace that seemed out of place in the rough-and-tumble world of football.

"Evening, Jake." He said, his voice deep and soothing. "I'm Ethan, your nurse today. I understand you've taken a bit of a tumble."

I stared at him, taken aback by his casual demeanor.

"Yeah." I admitted, my voice sounding small in comparison to his. "I think I broke my wrist."

Ethan nodded, crouching down beside me.

He was dressed in casual clothes but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

"I'm going to take a look at that wrist, okay?"

I nodded, my gaze flicking over him.

He was weirdly attractive, - for a guy, I mean. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, trimmed beard and dark eyes that seemed to hold a world of kindness. He was barely older than I was.

I felt a strange flutter in my stomach, but I pushed it down. Way down.

Maybe I had hit my head too hard.

I winced as he gently probed my wrist, his touch surprisingly soft despite his large, strong hands.

He hummed to himself as he worked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Well, Jake," he said after a moment, "it looks like you've got a nasty fracture here. We'll need to get you to the hospital for an X-ray and a cast."

“Okay… If… Argh… If this is really necessary.”

I was trying to keep my composure.

Honestly, I wanted to cry.

First of all, it hurt so badly, but then, what did it mean for the rest of the football season? It was supposed to be my last and best year on the team!

I could not deal with an injury… Not like that!

“Are you okay to straighten yourself up?”

I felt the gaze of the crowds on me.

It was so embarrassing, especially being taken care of by another dude. My teammates would not shut up about this, I thought.

“I am… I… I’ll be fine.”

Ethan flashed me a smile, his teeth white and straight.

"That's the spirit. Now, I'm going to put on a splint to keep your wrist immobile until we get you to the hospital. This might hurt a little."

I braced myself as he carefully applied the splint, securing it with a bandage. He worked quickly and efficiently, his touch firm but gentle.

I had to admit, I was impressed.

"There we go."

Coach Paulson leaned in; his voice gruff.

"Can you get him to the hospital, Ethan? I'll make sure the rest of the team knows what's going on."

Apparently, the two already somewhat knew each other.

Ethan smiled.

He did not seem that worried. Maybe that was a good sign?

"Of course, Coach. I’ll take good care of Jake, don't worry."

As Ethan helped me to my feet, I noticed the stark contrast between his strong, steady grip and the tenderness in his touch. It was disconcerting.

The sole fact I was noticing something like that was weird.

Just to be clear, I was supposed to be straight as can be!

The number of cheerleaders standing on the side that I had banged was the proof of that.

I mean, I had had some strange thoughts in the showers with the boys, but who never had?! Right?

I was not checking out other guys… Okay, just to compare, sometimes…. Everybody does that!

Fuck, these polluting thoughts were neither here or there.

"You’re okay to walk, Jake?" Ethan asked, his voice low.

“Jake's a big boy; he can handle it." Coach intervened.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Let’s just go.”

I barely remembered getting inside Ethan’s car.

We did not need an ambulance; he drove me to the hospital he worked in.

I was breathing in and out slowly as the nurse drove.

The pain was tough to handle.

I had to clench my fists.

I did not want to show Ethan that I was weak. Maybe it would have been different if the nurse had been a woman.

He was a big masculine guy and I did not want Ethan to see me break down.

I had my pride, you know.

Thankfully, he drove in silence and it was a pretty short ride.

There, I got assigned to a room quickly and almost immediately seen by a doctor, Ethan was taking care of everything.

I made a note to myself to thank him later. He was giving me a solid.

The nurse had attended the game as a mere spectator and now, he was dedicating his night to me.

My mother called once the doctor had casted my wrist and I told her that I was all right and that she did not need to come.

My parents were living a good five-hours’ drive away since I had gone to college.

The hospital room I was put in about an hour later was a sanctuary of sterile silence, the antiseptic scent hanging heavy in the air.

Heavy curtains draped the large window overlooking the bustling hospital corridor, casting the room in a soft, shadowy gloom.

Ethan had waited for me to be ready and he guided me to the bed, his arm around my waist as he helped me sit down.

"How's that feel?" He asked.

"Better, I think… Thanks."

It was true that the pain was not as unbearable as before.

The bed was larger and more comfortable than I thought it would be. A small nightstand stood sentinel beside it, holding an array of medications I did not understand anything about.

I was an athlete, not a geek.

I had not paid much attention to the pain killers the doctor had prescribed to me earlier.

"Good. Now, let's get you out of these clothes and into the shower. You're all sweaty and gross, and I don't want you getting an infection."

It was true; I was a mess. It had rained before the game and the field was muddy as fuck, meaning that I was now muddy as well.

"You're not gonna wash me, are you?"

Ethan shrugged, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"If you can't do it yourself, someone has to. Besides, I've seen worse."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his boldness.

"Is that so?"

He tilted his head, a lock of curly hair falling onto his forehead.

"Yeah. I've had to wash some pretty tough guys since I’ve been working here. You think you're the first jock I've had to take care of? All dumb and reckless!”

Ethan smirked, his eyes twinkling with a challenge.

I laughed, with a hint of nervousness.

"Alright, alright. Don't get any ideas, though."

I thought that it was understood that Ethan was gay.

All male nurses are. Or at the very least, that was what I believed back then.

Ethan leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

“I know how to remain strictly professional, even when the patient is very good looking.”

His breath was warm on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. What the hell was happening?

I could not be attracted to that guy.

TO ANY GUY!

But here I was, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, a dull ache in my groin, and a strange, almost primal urge coursing through my veins.

More simply, my dick was getting hard.

I could feel it although I did not understand why.

“Look, Jake, we’re not going to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m just saying, you need to clean yourself up before going to bed so either it’s me or it’s my colleague Bertha, but someone’s gonna have to help you take your clothes off.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I nodded.

"Okay."

“Okay what?”

“You can… You can help me get in the shower.”

Ethan's smile widened, and he stepped closer, his hands reaching for the hem of my jersey. He did not waste any time.

“Let's get you cleaned up Mr. Quarterback."

He pulled the jersey over my head, my casted arm lifting slightly to allow it to pass.

The air in the room was cool against my skin, but Ethan's touch was warm and gentle, his fingers brushing against my abdomen as he removed the jersey. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and my cock twitched in response.

Fuck, and it begged the question again, what the hell was happening to me?

Ethan's eyes flickered to my groin, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.  I was visibly hard.

That was the damn problem with having a huge fat dick, the slightest semi was impossible to hide!

Ethan did not say a word though. He did not have to.

“I… It’s just a reflex.” I justified myself.

“Of course.”

“Doesn’t mean anything.”

His smile grew even larger.

“Sure.”

His hands paused on the button of my pants.

"Should I continue?”

I was getting sweaty now.

My dick was straining against my pants, eager and ready.

I looked down, seeing the prominent tent in my pants, evidence of my arousal.

"You should but… Fuck." I muttered, running my valid hand through my hair.

Ethan chuckled.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jake. It's natural. And it's fucking hot." He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "I've promised your coach, I’ll take good care of you.”

His words sent a jolt of lust coursing through me.

There was no doubt, the nurse was hitting on me, but what was even more staggering was that I was receptive.

Clearly.

I was turned on.

Okay, maybe I had had more than comparing thoughts when seeing other guys naked, but I loved fucking girls, so what, I was bisexual?

FUCK.

Truth was, I had never had any real opportunity of flirting and even less so hooking up with a dude… Until that moment.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as Ethan's fingers deftly unbuttoned my pants, the zipper sliding down with a low, metallic rasp.

His touch was electric, each brush of his fingers against my skin sparking little fires along my nerve endings. I was hyper-aware of every inch of my body, every tiny movement, every sound—mainly, the harsh rush of my own breath.

Ethan hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers.

I had to lean in…

I wanted to lean in…

"Lift your hips for me, Jake."

I did as he asked, my body responding automatically to his command. He pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock, which sprang out, hard and ready, eager for his touch.

“Damn. Ethan, I…”

“Hello big boy!” He joked.

He seemed impressed by my boner.

I knew it, I had a great massive dick.

“Sorry…”

“You seem to be in a dire need of a release.”

I gulped.

“You… You think so?”

“That’s my medical opinion.”

His eyes were glued on my dick and his fingers were so close now.

“What… What should I do?”

“With that wrist in a cast… You might need medical assistance with that problem too.”

“You… You’d help me?”

Ethan hummed his approval, his eyes locked onto mine as he grabbed my dick, - sending fireworks in my stomach, - and he stroked me slowly, his thumb circling the sensitive head.

"Fuck!" I hissed, my hips bucking into his touch.

The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to keep from falling back.

Ethan grinned.

"Easy, tiger. We've got all night."

Damn it, he already knew I could not resist him.

His hand continued to stroke me, slow and steady, his grip firm but gentle.

I watched, mesmerized, as he brought his other hand up to join the first, both working in tandem to drive me crazy.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my lower belly, but I didn't want it to end yet. I wanted to savor this.

I was naked now and that did not feel right to see Ethan in his clothes.

I reached out, my valid hand grasping the hem of his scrub top.

"Off," I demanded, my voice hoarse with need.

Why did I need to see his body? I could not tell but I definitely wanted to.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt with the help of my casted hand. I was clumsy but insistent.

Ethan chuckled.

"Patience, Jake. We'll get there.”

He stepped back, removing his hands from my cock, and I groaned in protest. But when he started to unbutton his scrub top, I held my breath, eager to see what lay beneath.

His chest was broad and muscular, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his neck to his abdomen.

He was the type of gay men who were spending hours at the gym.

His nipples were small and dark, and I felt a sudden urge to run my tongue over them, to feel the texture of his skin against my mouth.

Ethan caught me looking, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

"You like what you see?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him. "I fucking love it."

"Good." He took a step closer, his hands going to his belt. "Because I want you to see me. All of me."

He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. My breath hitched in anticipation as he unbuttoned his pants, the zipper sliding down slowly, teasingly.

My heart pounded in my chest, my cock throbbing in time with it, desperate for more.

Ethan pushed his pants down, his thick, hard cock springing free.

I had to admit it.

I had to let myself appreciate this.

My saving nurse was gorgeous, every inch of him—his slightly hairy chest, his muscular thighs, and that beautiful, thick cock standing proud and ready.

Another thought came in, even more disturbing than the lasts.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, to make him groan and writhe beneath me.

"Damn, Ethan." I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking hot."

Ethan smirked; his eyes gleaming with lust.

"You're not so bad yourself, Jake. Now, come here." He held out a hand, beckoning me to him.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before reaching out and taking his hand.

He pulled me to my feet, his grip strong and sure, and I stumbled slightly, my casted arm making me clumsy.

Ethan steadied me with a gentle touch, his other hand reaching out to stroke my uninjured arm, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the sensitive skin.

"I've got you, Jakey."

I leaned into his touch, my body pressing against his. I could feel the heat, the solidness of his muscular body, and it sent a jolt of desire coursing through me.

I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

It was so unexpected, so taboo, so freaking hot!

Ethan's hand slid down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. He guided my hand towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick length.

I groaned at the feel of him, hot and hard in my hand, the skin smooth yet firm.

"That feels so good."

Ethan breathed; his eyes half-closed as he watched me stroke him.

I wanted to taste him, no, I needed to. I dropped to my knees, my injured arm propped against the bed for support.

Ethan's cock was inches from my face, a thick, veiny shaft that throbbed with anticipation. The head was dark and swollen, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste him.

Ethan hissed, his hips bucking forward slightly.

"Fuck, Jake. You’re so eager… Who fucking knew?”

Apparently, he did know!

When did my nurse understand that I had such a dirty obedient slut within me?!

I did not even know it myself.

I kissed his cockhead, and then, I went further.

I took him in slowly, inch by inch, until his thick cock was filling my throat. I gagged slightly but I pushed through, my lips sliding down his shaft.

Ethan's fingers found their way into my hair, not pushing or pulling, just guiding me. I looked up at him, his eyes locked onto mine, his breath coming in short gasps.

The sight of him, so aroused, so lost in pleasure, turned me on even more.

I pulled back, my lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. I licked my lips, tasting him, before diving back down.

I took him deeper this time, my nose pressing against his stomach, my injured arm braced against his thigh.

He was big and I was transfixed.

I could feel him throbbing in my throat, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I pulled back, my lips making a wet, slurping sound as I moved, and I looked up at him, my cheeks hollowed out, my lips stretched wide around his cock.

“Lord… Lord, Jake." Ethan groaned, his hips moving slightly, fucking my mouth. "You're so fucking good at that!”

Victory!

He had appeared so confident and in control until that point, but I had him now!

I hummed around him, the vibration making him hiss. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, his body responding to the pleasure I was giving him.

I wanted to make him cum, to feel his hot seed spilling down my throat.

I increased my pace, my head bobbing up and down, my lips slipping and sliding over his shaft. Ethan's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

I could feel the tension building in him, his cock throbbing in my mouth, the veins standing out, pulsing with the force of his impending orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuck. I’m close.” He groaned, his hands tightening in my hair.

I know, he was supposed to help me get a release, and look at us now!

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him buck his hips, fucking my mouth with short, sharp thrusts.

I could feel him swelling even more, his cock twitching and leaking in my throat, and I knew he was close.

I wanted him to nut, I wanted to feel him lose control as his orgasm hit.

I reached up with my free hand, cupping his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in my palm. Ethan let out a low, guttural moan, his body tensing as he fought to hold back.

"That’s… That’s too… I….”

Ethan's voice was ragged.

I tightened my grip on his balls, rolling them gently, and he let out a low, guttural moan.

"Fuck, Jake, that's it. Take it all!”

Ethan made a desperate plea, his body shaking with the effort to hold back. I was more determined than ever to make him explode, to feel his hot seed spill down my throat.

I increased the suction, my head bobbing faster, my lips slipping and sliding over his shaft.

I was gagging and choking.

I could not care less.

It was the first dick I had ever put in my mouth, and I would treat it like it deserved!

"I'm gonna... Oh, fuck!"

Ethan's body tensed one last time.

I could feel the first pulse of his orgasm, the hot, salty taste of his spunk filling my mouth. I moaned, the vibration sending ripples through his body, and he let out a hoarse shout, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my face as his cock erupted.

I swallowed, taking every drop, my throat working around him, milked him dry.

I kept my lips around his cock, swallowing every last droplet, until he finally softened in my mouth. I looked up at him, his chest heaving.

Slowly, Ethan opened his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"That was...fuck, that was incredible."

I smiled, proud.

With his cum in my mouth, I talked.

“Still willing to take care of my own issue?”

My cock had never been that hard.

“You have no idea, Jake.”

[Second and last part of this short story will be released next week!]