Confidence Copyfight Alex Carr 2010
I hate folk who mean well, you can see in their faces they are just feeling sorry for me, but they have no need because I have been without legs for a good thirty years when I trod on mine in the army.
At least my physiotherapist isn't like that, he calls a spade a spade whatever and that's how I like it, he is a great guy and, until recently I didn't know just how great.
My happy demise of a long term problem was cured by this guy who came once a fortnight to give my constitutional massage and helping me to walk on a frame, which for me is particularly difficult because apart from my legs having been blown off I have a spinal injury too so to generally use a frame is out of the question despite the wonderful technology on offer today for the disabled.
But, well Jason, my physiotherapist talks to me how I like to be talked too and we have shared many intimacies, he always being acutely aware that being disabled does not mean you are immune to sexual tendencies, and he is so understanding of this,
It all started when not so long ago Jason, having completed his treatment, and his massage of my thighs which I particularly liked simply asked if there was anything else he could do. At the time I replied I was quite happy thank you when of course deep down I wasn't, I could have moved mountains if I was fit to be with a woman or even a guy, my longing so acute, the aching for sexual gratification driving me insane as, to relieve my self, I did as I always did in bed at night, and usually made for a climax but not always, that was because I could not imagine anything having never been withy a woman or a guy come to that, I had to resort to printing pictures off the Computer, those that were a turn on for me and no one was more surmised than I when I realised the pictures were not just those sexy girls but men too in very revealing boxer shorts and g-strings.
But masturbating to all that could never be the same as having it with another, or even having another do it for you - simply because you always had control doing it yourself but, as I have sweetly discovered, having another do it you never know just what is coming next like: would he do this or do that, would he oral me, all world imaginings lurking there in the corners of my mind...
Anyway to cut a long story short, every time Jason came he asked me the same question at the end, was there anything more he could do for me.
For once I did not reply with the usual no. His eyes focussed more on mine, I realised he knew what I was about to ask him. All he said is that it was no problem at all and he would only be too glad to, he told me just to relax and close my eyes, this was the way Jason knew about me, like he could tell what I was thinking but never, never any pressure, as now he just left me to decide when I was ready.
So for the three forthcoming visits he massaged me to the beautiful climax, rolling a contraceptive over me which I had never realised first time...
"There that's not so bad, remember you just have to tell me what you like that's all." Jason reassured.
"I guess you would love to be with a woman, Pete?"
"A woman or a guy I don't mind" ( having realised I was bi-sexual)
"Really?"
"Yes, I have craved for that for a very long time Jason."
"Yes but as much as I love doing it for you I must remember my reputation, that if discovered I could be taken off the register as it might look like I am taking a perverted interest in my patients"
"But it was me who took the advantage" I returned anxiously, thinking he may decline in the future..
"That's what I wanted to hear, Pete. It is a stupid situation I know, all I am doing is giving my patient the treatment you need which does make a difference to your mental and physical well-being HUH?"
"Look I should pay you something ." I said
"Don't be silly, you could say it is part of my job."
"That all being so it is on your own time, and I am willing tom pay you."
"Not really, Pete - doesn't that make me seem like a sort of male rent boy?"
I nodded but was determined to repay him some other way, special present that's is!
Then what followed is truly magical. For I really came out with him. The day he wanted to `taste' me really set the passion wheels in motion, the day I felt my very first oral and we found a lovely way for him to enjoy me as much as he enjoyed me, he helped me lay on the bed - kneeling on the bed mat beside me he sort of played with me awhile, teasing and sniffing there.
"You smell gorgeous" he said, it is a real beauty to be sure and deserves a regular airing."
"And more!" I put in with a wry smile .
It was wonderful how he immediately understood saying " well I did say for you top tell me anything else you would like."
"But what I want is a woman for what I have in mind, Jason"
He started to chuckle saying: "Are you sure, you did say you were bi-sexually inclined?"
"But you're not"
"Aren't I?"
He was giving that wry smile again and all at once I knew he was like me, because I knew he was married to a beautiful girl, he showed me her picture.
That was it, my world had opened up with a whole new meaning, we could do anything together given the fortitude and we did a lot of things, now I was tasting him, so loving it too as he beautifully positioned himself, minus jeans and boxer shorts, spread eagled over my chair, first front so I could enjoy his cock and balls and then back so I could tease him up for penetration which we both wanted.
I discovered he was with foreskin and found great delight in doing things with my tongue, so soothing too to suck cock, so firm and gratifying, hearing his moans as I sucked it inside as much as I could, he had done the trick for me and I wanted to return the gesture, he had a simply beautiful round ass which I loved to slap and nudge, spreading it open wide so I could sniff and taste and believe me, to a guy like myself who had been with any real sensual stimulation for most of my life
Still with the taste of cock inside my mouth I felt a surge and I knew when he passed me some lubricant, he wanted my fuck. And do you know what? By simply manoeuvring into an agreeable position we were able to fuck beautifully with the help of his hands resting on the chair sides he was able to move upwards and down again to take the length of my cock really deep inside..
It felt so good. It really felt like not just a couple of guys having fun, it was so much more than that, it felt like at last I belonged and I was wanted full package
We grew to do it every fortnight which was simply lovely.
Talking about it, me concerned about what if his wife found out. He said for me not to be silly because they had a complete understanding and do you know what?
She asked if she could come along and maybe give me some feminine blessing too. How wonderful was that. And she was delicious.
Saying she knew what us guys liked she came donned with the full suspenders and black stockings, the lot, her flowing skirt she bellowed over me as she did what Jason did, sprawled across me ,steeped forward to let me enjoy the perfection of under skirt extravagancy!
She had these slight red tie on thongs and Jason was quite content to let me enjoy his wife in every conceivable manner, it was a beautiful rendezvous to be sure and I felt so fortunate in having Jason as my physiotherapist with a difference.
I was in my element with her smothering my face in her lovely feminine wetness, the way she moved that eloquent silky feeling pussy over my face was supreme.
She was a dream and when I felt her fuck I really did feel so honoured that they had both gone this far to please this guy.
Now I was a real man again and could face the world with confidence....