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Second Chances
By Pony Boy 1984
Chapter Two: Hospital Shenanigans
The pediatric ward was beehive of activity during the morning hours. Most of us were scheduled for various tests or physical therapy. Ryan was taken down for an MRI about seven o'clock in the morning, and I didn't get to see him for several hours. The nurses came in every forty-five minutes, giving us no time for some private playtime anyways. I turned on the television that hung above my bed, and instinctively turned to the financial news. I watched about five minutes of the program, before I began flicking channels. I came across Scooby-Doo and immediately began giggling in delight. Hell, I wasn't that much of a fan back in the day, but it sure had me enthralled now. While the cartoon played, my hands disappeared under the hospital blankets. I had shinnied out of my Superman Underoos that my mom, well Daniel's mom, had brought him. I alternated between focusing on the television, while absent-mindedly running my hands down my smooth chest, and then yanking my foreskin back and forth until I was hard as a rock.
Ryan returned to the room just a few minutes before lunch. While he chowed down on his lunch, I began working on the Popsicle that came with the meal. A naughty thought came into my head that caused me to giggle. Ryan raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at me. I began sliding the bright red Popsicle in and out of my mouth. I would pull it nearly all the way out, before pushing it almost all the way into my throat. I began to moan a little as my left hand began fondling my cock under the blankets, as I sucked on the Popsicle.
Ryan's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he watched, but he got the right idea. He broke into a broad grin as he began licking his green Popsicle up and down slowly, before allowing it slip between his lips. We both moaned loud enough to hear one another, well until the nurse came in to check on us. She gave us each a funny look then shrugged, then returned to her rounds.
Ryan and I both blushed, but we continued our teasing. I don't know what came over me, but I lowered the blanket enough to show Ryan my hard-on, and he quickly returned the favor. I put on my gown and scampered over to his bed. I had put the blanket over our legs, so that our hands could explore between each other's legs while we watched cartoons together. The nurse didn't seem to object, though she couldn't see Ryan's fingers massaging my smooth balls, or my fingers gliding up and down Ryan's stiffy.
"Would you like to make out?" I asked spontaneously. I hadn't intended on being so forward with Ryan. Nevertheless, my thoughts seemed to translate to action before my more rationale, reserved side could restrain them. I found this curious behavior pattern to be breathlessly exciting and I couldn't resist yielding to them at every opportunity.
Ryan's brown eyes locked on mine. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Sure, I'd like that." He said. We both instinctively peered around the privacy screen, before we pressed our lips together. It took just a few seconds before our tongues began exploring one another's mouths. Ryan began stroking my cock harder, and I was sure to return the favor. I longed to taste Ryan's cock, but that would have to wait a little while longer. The subtle taste of lime in Ryan's mouth mingled with the taste of cherry in mine. We ground our smooth bodies together, though Ryan used his superior size and weight to dominate my slender form.
"Do you still want to put your thing in me?" Ryan asked shyly.
I nodded my head, and then asked, "Would you like to put your thing in me?"
Ryan blushed and nodded his head eagerly. "I was kind of thinking about that last night after we went to bed." He confessed. I leaned over and we began kissing again, just as I heard the clatter of a clipboard dropping on the floor. I gasped, fearing that we had been caught but fortunately, this occurred just out in the hallway. We jumped apart as a nurse knocked on the door politely, before poking her head around the privacy screen.
"Daniel, it's time for your tests." She said.
I looked over and Ryan and gulped, since I my little two-inch cock couldn't possibly get any harder. "Uh, OK just a moment." I said, in the sweetest sounding voice I could muster.
The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry Daniel, but your MRI is scheduled for one o'clock and there are a lot of other kids scheduled this afternoon." She explained curtly. I nodded my head, as I pressed my cock between my legs and stood up.
"Are you alright? You're walking funny." The nurse said with concern. This prompted Ryan to stifle a laugh, as he clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Uh, no it's just my...leg fell asleep." I stuttered.
"Oh, just rub it some." She advised, prompting Ryan to go into hysterics. I shot him a dirty look, and then pulled my Underroos back up when the nurse had turned away for a moment. I tried to keep my hospital gown loose, so that my hard-on wouldn't be as obvious. Fortunately, the nurse delivered me to my destination via wheelchair, which gave my erection an opportunity to diminish.
"Now I don't want you to be nervous. We're going to put you in this kind of long metal tube." The technician began to explain.
"Oh I know about Magnetic Imaging. I'm not afraid!" I responded, summoning a small amount of bravado.
The grey-haired man laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you're not scared. So, do you know what the MRI does?" He asked.
"It makes a magnetic field around the body, to make pictures of your insides." I responded. It was strange, while my adult knowledge remained relatively intact; the expression of that knowledge seems to be somewhat limited by Daniel's youthful mind.
"That's right. We're doing what's called Neuroimagery. We're going to map out your brain, just to check on things." He explained.
"To make sure my brains aren't going to fall out." I responded wryly.
The man in the white lab coat laughed and shook his head. "There is no danger of that Daniel. However, you did suffer a serious concussion and we just want to make sure everything is healing properly. I'm going to take you into the waiting room." He said, as he wheeled me into a room just outside the MRI chamber.
"Danny, I'd like you meet Luke." The technician said, motioning to a freckled red-haired boy sitting in a wheelchair in the corner of the room. I couldn't help but notice Luke suddenly pulled his hand away from his lap as we entered the room. Luke looked up sheepishly and waved to me, as the man wheeled me a few feet away from him. "Alright, we're a little backed up right now. Someone will be back in about fifteen minutes to bring you inside. If you need anything, just click that red button by the door." He concluded, before proceeding inside the sealed chamber.
Luke looked to be about fourteen or fifteen based on his height. I guessed based on his physique that he was an athlete. I could see him wince when he adjusted himself and there was still evidence of a lump between his legs. "What are you in for?" Luke said, his voice crackling slightly.
"I was in a car accident and bumped my head bad. How about you?" I replied.
"I hurt my back at a football game." He said a little dejectedly.
"Oh, you got hurt in the game?" I asked.
He looked away and blushed a little. "Not exactly."
"Well, what happened then?" I asked.
"I uh...fell down the stairs of the bus." He muttered.
I couldn't help myself, as laughter escaped my lips before I could cover my mouth. Luke glared at me angrily, but eventually the facade crumbled and a sheepish grin appeared before he likewise laughed. "Yeah, I know it was pretty dumb. They had to put this metal pin in my back." He said.
"Will you still be able to play football?" I asked, before realizing that might be an understandably sore subject.
Luke shrugged, "Not this season, but they said after some physical therapy I may be able to return next year." I'm not sure Luke realized it, but his left hand had begun massaging his hard-on. I realized from the slightly glassy look in his eyes, that he was probably on some heavy-duty painkillers. At least, much stronger than the ones I was being given.
I looked up into Luke's eyes and flashed him a smile, before looking back down between his legs. It took him a moment to understand why I was smiling. He blushed a little and jerked his hand away from his crotch, then tried to stretch nonchalantly. I suppose I should feel ashamed, but Daniel's mind seemed incapable of that restrictive emotion. I rubbed the little lump between my legs and made no effort to hide it from the older boy.
Luke's face flushed further, "I see you got the same problem." He giggled.
I saw the warning light flash near the MRI chamber door, letting me know that nobody would be coming out for a little while. I pulled my hospital gown back and let Luke see my stiffy. "It almost never goes back down, and every time I try to do something about it, a nurse comes into the room." I said.
"Yeah, no shit!" Luke complained, as he followed my lead and let me see his four inch uncut cock. "I need to cum, but I don't have any tissues with me." He sighed.
"I got an idea!" I declared, as I flashed Luke a churlish grin.
He raised an eyebrow, as he tilted his head and looked over at me. I got up out of my wheelchair and kneeled down in front of Luke's wheelchair. "Uh, what are you doing Danny?" He asked in concern.
"See, you're not going to need a tissue now!" I squeaked at him. Before he could object, I engulfed his cock into my mouth.
"Oh, Danny!" He gasped in shock.
Naturally, as I pulled back his foreskin and licked his purple mushroom tip, there was no way Luke could say no. I let my hospital gown fall open, so I could use my left hand to jerk myself as I allowed Luke's shaft to sink just to my throat. Naturally, I hadn't considered that someone could have entered through the main door to the corridor until I had taken action, but I couldn't stop myself now. I took delight in watching Luke's countenance slip into that of pure bliss. I could see him wince as he tried to arch his back, but I suspect the little shot of pain probably further heightened his arousal as sweet drops of precum began dripping on to my tongue.
Luke began trying to push his cock up further into my throat, as my own hand became a blur. I began to moan as I yanked my foreskin and slurped Luke's cock, just as I had done to my Popsicle an hour earlier. Luke gently stroked my hair, before pushing my head down until my pink lips were pressed tightly against his balls. Luke had just a trace of pubic hair, which tickled my nose as my tongue slithered down to his balls. The boy's body was otherwise perfectly smooth and soon my small hands moved away from my body, and instead began feeling his smooth, warm stomach and thighs.
"I'm going to... Oh Danny... I think...I'm going to..." Luke gasped, his adolescent voice cracking with a high-pitch again. I took that as a sign to redouble my efforts, my small tongue slathering around his shaft, bobbing up and down until he pinned my head against his crotch. Poor Luke must have been seriously pent up, because his swollen teen balls suddenly quivered. I could feel the boy's body shudder as his cock began to furiously pulse. The first blast of his cum blasted against the back of my throat, and kept spurting and thoroughly coating my tongue. I relished the taste and sensations as Luke thrust into my mouth several more times before falling back in exhaustion.
"See, you didn't need a tissue at all!" I declared, standing up in front of him and wiping my mouth.
"That was awesome Danny!" Luke replied in awe, though his face was beginning to flush. Luke realized I was still hard, so he licked his fingers and wrapped them around my stiffy. I suspect Luke probably wasn't gay, but a horny and somewhat high teen wasn't going to say no to Danny's seductive charms. However, I don't think Luke minded playing with my little two-inch stiffy as he jerked me with his left hand, then began feeling my chest with his right hand.
"Oh Luke, that feels wicked nice!" I encouraged, as I leaned closer to his wheelchair so that he could feel my slender body. I began instinctively humping his hand, becoming more excited as his strong hand began massaging my bubble butt. I began licking my lips, putting my hands behind my head as I moan more loudly. Luke smiled as he looked up. I think he actually enjoyed watching my lithe body writhe in pleasure, as a dry orgasm overwhelmed me. Luke mercilessly accelerated his stroking, causing me to gasp desperately for breath as my heart began racing. My little body must have looked like a marinate jerking around by invisible strings.
"Luke...I...Oh! I'm going to die!" I whined, though I never wanted the feeling to stop and it seemed that the teen had me locked in orgasm for well over a solid minute before he let up, and my omnipresent stiffy finally began to soften. I staggered back and stumbled back into my wheelchair, the hospital gown still at my feet. "That was great Luke!" I finally whispered after a few seconds of dead silence.
Luke had turned bright red by now, but he managed a shy smile. I leaned over and grabbed my gown, and was overcome with dizziness for a second. I slipped it back on and leaned back to relax, and Luke looked on the verge of falling asleep. The warning light by the MRI chamber door was extinguished and a moment later, the technician emerged. "Well, you look much more relaxed Luke." He said.
Luke blushed further and nodded, "Yes sir, I feel very relaxed."
"And you young man, look like the cat that swallowed the canary." The man declared, looking down at me.
I quickly rubbed my mouth, fearing that the technician had seen something. When I realized he was merely referring to my huge grin and afterglow, I immediately turned bright red and stammered, "Uh, don't mind the feathers."
Luke bit his lower lip and smiled discreetly at me, as the technician wheeled the older boy into the chamber. "I'll be back for you in about ten minutes." The man said, chuckling at my antics. Admittedly, I dozed as soon as the room went silent. I didn't awaken until Luke was being handed off to a nurse to be wheeled back to his room.
"Hey, what room are you in?" I asked Luke.
"I'm in room 31 on the third floor. It's a private room." He replied.
"Maybe I'll come visit later." I said, as the nurse began to wheel him toward the corridor.
He began blushing again, but he turned around just before disappearing around the corner. "That would be cool." He said.
"Well, you seem to get along quite well with others." The technician said, as he wheeled me into the futuristic looking MRI chamber.
"Yeah, I guess so." I said, resisting the urge to giggle. Despite the whirring and grinding noises that the machine made, I had actually fallen asleep in the tube. I had this vivid dream of talking to Paul out in the front yard of Daniel's house. I looked over at the SUV and shuddered in fear. Daniel was scared and his brother knew it.
"Are you alright Danny?" He asked in concern.
"Yeah, fine." Danny replied curtly.
"You had that dream again didn't you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
Daniel looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet. Somewhere in the distance, there was the squeal of breaks, which caused Daniel to gasp in fear. Suddenly, the scene shifted to the intersection and once again, I was inside the SUV, glancing over at my former red Camero. I heard the squeal of breaks, the crunching of metal and glass.
"No!" I screamed, as I awoke with a start. Unfortunately, I was still inside the tube, so I managed to bump my forehead. My world darkened and spun out of control, resulting in a wave of nausea I barely contained. I couldn't help it; I was overwhelmed by this terrible sense of mortality and began weeping in fear. I'd never felt so frightened in my life. The technician and his assistant quickly extracted me from the machine and worked to calm me.
"What happened Danny? Are you alright?" He asked in concern.
It took a moment for me to compose myself. When the nurse approached with a needle, I managed to say, "I don't need that, I'm OK. I just had a bad nightmare about the accident."
As the nurse began prepping my arm, I pleaded with the technician. "Please don't put me to sleep. I don't want to die again."
The man looked down at me and smiled. He turned to the nurse and shook his head. She backed off and returned the needle to the counter. "Don't worry Danny. You're going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to you." He said softly.
"I'm sorry sir." I said, feeling ashamed for acting like a baby. I don't know what came over me. When I was Charlie Dawson, I didn't have such fears. If anything, at times I was outright suicidal. Now, that's all changed. I had fallen in love with being alive, and like Danny, I desperately feared it being taken away from me. For the first time in many years, I felt vulnerable and I longed to see my new parents and my brothers.
"How is your head?" The man asked, as he very gently brushed my head.
"It's really sore now." I confessed.
"Alright, we did get our images so you're all done here. Let me get something for your head, and a nurse will bring you back to your room." He said, as he gently massaged my shoulder. I smiled and thanked the man. When I was returned to my room, the first thing I did was call mom and immediately felt better just hearing their voices. My family arrived a couple hours later to visit, and I found comfort in the arms of my new parents. Despite the distant and disjointed memories, I never would have imaged their proximity would bring me so much relief. I really could no longer call them Danny's parents. They had truly become my parents, or perhaps in a sense "our" parents.
They left about 8PM in the evening, just a little before visiting hours ended. Since Ryan was still with his dad, I decided to take the opportunity to head up to the third floor to visit Luke. His door was ajar, so I poked my head inside and spied him watching a baseball game. There was a nurse taking his blood pressure at the time. "Alright, I'll check in on you in about an hour. Just hit the buzzer if you need anything." She said.
I ducked back into the corridor, and waited until she left the room before I walked back inside. "Hi Luke!" I said.
"Hey Danny! You know the nurse will have a conniption if she finds you walked up here by yourself." He warned.
I plopped myself in a chair next to his bed, "She has to catch me first." I replied with an impish grin. We made small talk for a few minutes, as I steered the conversation to the ballgame playing on the television above us. Gradually though, I could sense the gears turning in Luke's head as his adolescent thoughts turned lustful. Naturally, my slowly sliding my hospital gown aside to show more of my smooth left leg and thigh as we talked probably helped those thoughts. By the time I was done, I had leaned back in the chair with the gown just barely covering my body. I could see the lump rising under the sheets and he began biting his lower lip again as he looked down at me.
"Are you alright Luke?" I asked, staring into his eyes.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine. I was just...err. What were we talking about again?" He asked.
"We were talking about Jon Lester's ERA." I reminded him, giggling churlishly as I pointed up at the television.
"Oh right, the game." He said, sounding a little disappointed.
"I guess the nurse won't be back for a while," I said casually.
Luke immediately grinned. "Yeah, she won't back for like another forty-five minutes." He said. Taking the hint, he pulled down his blankets and revealed the big bulge in his underpants. I pulled the privacy screen just in case, and then sat on the side of his bed as I finally completely removed the hospital gown.
"I see you got a whole box of tissues." I said, pointing at the nightstand.
Luke grinned, "Yeah, but they might count to see if any are missing."
"Maybe I can help again." I suggested, as I began running my small hand up and down his bare leg. I could see his bulge twitch as my hand moved closer. This time Luke was a bit less shy about reaching out to fondle me. I leaned over and placed my mouth over the fabric of his underwear, taking the head of his cock into my mouth as I gently sucked, peering up at him. I could tell he was desperate, so I pulled down the elastic waistband to liberate his constrained cock. As I began licking his balls, I had slid myself around into a sixty-nine position. Although given his back brace, I knew Luke might not be able to reciprocate even if he felt inclined to do so. Nevertheless, I began swirling my tongue around his foreskin and about that time, he reached over and pulled my foreskin back and began rubbing my little tip with his thumb.
I had teased, fondled and sucked on him for about ten minutes, intentionally keeping him close to climaxing without letting actually do so. I could see the look of pleasure and frustration mounting on his face, and with each attempt to thrust up into my mouth. I knew the risk of the nurse coming in a little was growing, so I glanced around the room and spotted my target. Just like my room, there was a little innocuous tube lubricant on his nightstand. I reached over and grabbed it, smearing some in my fingers.
Luke tilted his head, unsure why I had begun slathering the slick substance all over his cock. It wasn't until I climbed between his legs and positioned myself over him that Luke began to realize my intention. He was far too horny to offer any objection, as my eight-year old sphincter encountered his purple mushroom tip. Luke looked up at me with anticipation, as I forced myself down until his cock popped through my tight ring and began sinking inside me. "Oh yes Danny!" Luke said in excitement as he felt my young velvety interior gripping his adolescent cock. Luke gently massaged my smooth chest and flat tummy as I felt his balls press against my ass cheeks.
I used my leg muscles to lift myself up until I felt the tip of Luke's four-inch cock nearly pop out, and then would sink back down in one fluid motion until he was hilted inside me again. I could see Luke's smooth chest heaving with each downward push. He had taken the tube of lube and coated his own fingers, enabling him to make a tight fist around my cock, and being pumping it. We both took delight in watching one another's faces as we contorted, moaned and writhed our bodies in unison. I could feel Luke leaking precum inside me, and my own lithe body was beginning to shudder. Beads of sweat rolled down my chest and splashed down to Luke's taut tummy as he began thrusting up into me, as I pressed down firmly to meet those thrusts.
Neither of us paid heed of the springs inside the bed that were starting to squeak in protest, as I began bouncing up and down on Luke's cock. I'm sure I wasn't doing his back any favors, any more than I was helping my concussion. Either way, the combination of narcotics and youthful lust pushed aside all cares as I threw myself into pleasuring Luke. I had begun climaxing first. Nothing ever comes out, yet somehow it always feels like I cumming gallons. My already tight hole began quivering, and then clamped down tightly on Luke. "Danny, here it comes!" Luke almost shouted. Sure enough, I felt spurt after spurt of his young teen cum shoot deep inside me.
I collapsed down on top of him, causing him to grunt in pain. However, he lifted up my head and kissed me right on the lips without saying a word. I was very tempted to just fall asleep against his chest as he cuddled me gently, but I knew time was fleeting and that my own nurse would be hunting me down soon.
I don't think Luke really wanted me to go either, but he knew there would be serious trouble if we were caught. Before I got off the bed, I had licked Luke's cock clean then turned back to him. "See, not a single tissue will be missing." I said. Luke shook his head and pulled me in for one last kiss before I put my gown back on, and he climbed back under the covers. Without a lengthy goodbye, I slinked out of the room and made my way back down to the second floor.
"There you are young man. Where do you think you're going without your wheelchair? And why are you walking that way?" The nurse at the desk asked, her arms crossed.
I just shook my head and sighed. "I was just looking for a soda machine and needed to stretch my legs. They were cramping." I said sheepishly.
"No soda for you. Get back into your bed, and I'll bring you some juice in a few minutes." She admonished. I thanked the nurse and returned to my room. Ryan smiled when I entered and so we watched television together for a while and agreed to set our cellphone alarms so that we'd be awake during the late night shift, so we could have some playtime together later.
To Be Continued