My name is Jeffrey Bruton. I was a big shot in a small town until one stupid decision took it all away. When I was sixteen I got drafted into the CHL, the top junior hockey league in Canada. For four years, I was a hero in my town. I was a 6 foot tall two hundred pound center with long wavy hair. I played with an edge that always made me a fan favourite. I had the hottest girlfriends, and plenty of action when I was in between girls.
Unfortunately I never got drafted to the NHL. So after finishing my four years of junior hockey, I decided to finish my degree and play hockey at UW, where I had been attending classes while playing for the Kitchener Rangers. I already had already done a year’s worth of studies during the final two years of my CHL career, so for the next three years I went to the occasional class, played hockey, and partied. I was set to graduate, but barely, when I made a decision that changed my life forever.
My girlfriend Michelle had decided to have a girls night out, so my buddy Eric and I decided to hit the bars. We made the rounds of our regular bars until we got to The Rev, where we found a few of our buddies. We stayed at the Rev for a while, drinking a lot of beer. Eventually we were too rowdy, I think I threw a punch at the bouncer, I’m not sure, but I know we were asked to leave. Someone at the bar had mentioned an off-campus party that was going on that night, so we decided to go there.
Eric had driven to the bar so we got in his car and took off. We had done it hundreds of times before and got lucky, but this time we didn’t. Eric took a turn too fast, and we ended up smashing into a street light. Eric walked away from the crash, but I wasn’t so lucky. My side of the car had been what had hit the light post, and the car was crumpled all around me.
The crash had knocked me out, and the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. I was really sore, and my right arm was in a cast. The nurse saw that I was awake, and she quickly left to get a doctor. The doctor told me that I had broken my back during the accident, and that I would probably never walk again. This was a blow to me. I was an athlete, I based my entire life on that description. If I couldn’t walk, what did that make me?
Michelle was very supportive. She was at my side everyday while I was in the hospital. She was the only reason I hadn’t slipped into severe depression. Any time I started feeling down, she would remind me that she stilled loved me, and that she would help me figure things out.
When I had healed enough, and had learned to get around in a wheelchair, the hospital released me and I went home to our apartment. It had been a month since the accident, and we both couldn’t wait to get home and fuck. That was one of the reasons Michelle was my girlfriend. She had as big of an appetite for sex as I did. We both had been going crazy waiting for this moment. Aside from a few quick blowjobs in the hospital, we hadn’t had any sex for the whole month I was in the hospital.
I had always been the aggressor when we had sex in the past. I’d rip Michelle’s clothes off, fuck her against the wall; the edge of the bed; the table; or whatever was available. But with the accident, I had to now lay on my back and let her do all the work. That may not seem like much, but it’s a completely different dynamic. One neither of us was comfortable with. We tried to have me on top, but I wasn’t able to get enough thrust with just my arms to fuck her properly, so we ended up with her riding me cow-girl style until I came, and then she lay beside me and we went to sleep.
Over the next few weeks we tried to find something that would make our sex life work, but soon we were finding problems with things outside the bedroom too. I was having problems adjusting to life in a wheelchair, and she was having problems adjusting to not having a healthy, strong boyfriend. Eventually we just decided it wasn’t going to work out, and she left, leaving me the apartment.
It’s been a year since she left. I’ve changed a lot since then. After the accident my weight dropped to 160 pounds as I slowly recovered, and sat around moping.