This is a story about a man and a handicapped teenage boy that meet and fall in love. If you are underage or offended by the subject matter, please leave. Up to the point where they talk for quite some time, the story is real for the most part. We did part without ever exchanging anything more than conversation. He was just as beautiful as described. Maybe if I had been more agressive...who knows? The rest is strictly fiction on my part. Please send any comments to redfordtodd_@hotmail.com. Be kind as this is my first effort. No offense to handicapped persons is intended. I already have additional chapters ready, if you the reader are interested. It may come across as long winded and I don't get right to the sex. (there is more in later chapters) I wanted the reader to feel like these were real people, and get to know them.
Chapter 3- The Bath
We kissed as I carried him. Slipping slightly in my arms, he caused my erection to poke against his back.
As he pulled away from my lips, there was gleam in his eyes. "Are you trying to go where no man has gone before?" he asked with that mild sarcasm in his voice.
We entered the bathroom and I set him on the stool. "If, young man," and I tried to give him my stearnest look, "I were trying to go there, I would already be there. If, you catch my meaning. Also, I have a good sense of direction, and the small of your back is not where I would be heading."
He gave me the most innocent of expressions. "Why, kind sir, whatever do you mean?"
Trying to keep up my stearn look wasn't working, and it quickly began to fade. I saw a smile begin to form on his face, and then in an instant we were both laughing.
"Okay, it's time to clean up a bit, before we have to do it again," I said.
"Just how many more times do you plan on it, sir?" he said with that smirk as big as ever.
"That will be determined at a future time," I said in a monotone.
Winking at me he said, "how far in the future is what I would like to know,"
"There are many factors that will determine the answer. This is a very hard question," I continued in my monotone.
He grabbed himself and pointed it at me. "As hard as this is?"
Oh, what a smartass, just like me. Could it be that I've finally met the match for my smart mouth? I'd show him.
I took myself in hand, speaking in monotone again, "That is one of the two main factors that will determine the answer. This is the other one." I shook my hard-on at him.
We both cracked up.
"Pervert," he scolded.
"Smartass," I countered.
"Takes one, to know one," he shot back.
Looking him in the eyes, I smiled and nodded, "It sure does."
He just smiled and nodded back, holding his hand out to me. Standing there looking deep into his eyes gave me such a rush. Finally, after several minutes, I turned and leaned over to start the bathwater.
He gave a low wolf whistle, "nice view."
Feeling myself blush, I spun around to confront my tormentor.
"Gotcha!...Wow, are you ever red!" he said with just a little too much glee in his voice.
"Just you never mind, whippersnapper, it's the tub for you!" in my old man voice as I gently picked him up. With my help, he managed to get into the tub.
"Front or back?" I asked.
"You can have whatever part of me you want," he said pulling my hand toward him.
"I feel the same way about you, but I meant, do you want me to sit in front of you or in back of you?"
It was his turn to be embarassed, and we both chuckled. "Gotcha back, this time," I said. "Now, front or back?"
"However you want," he said timidly.
He leaned back against me as I slid behind him. He felt so good in my arms. His warm soft body pressed against mine. My hard-on was trapped against the small of his back as I held him. His heart was beating beneath my hand as I held him close, breathing in the scent that was him. My emotions were so heightened at this point that I had to stay still for a few minutes just to bring them under control.
I started by washing his thick chestnut hair, then began to work down his arms and then on to his beautiful torso. He sighed. I bent his legs at the knees so that they could be washed too. When my hand neared his crotch, he moaned softly. As I leaned a little forward and took his earlobe gently with my teeth, his body began to tense up.
Knowing what was about to happen, I moved quickly and placed my lips to his again. We kissed with more urgency than ever before and my hand reached his hard-on just as his climax began. To allow him to finally catch his breath, I pulled my mouth away. For several minutes, we just gazed into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Todd."
"I love you too, baby."
A frown crossed his face. "Will it always be like this?"
"I certainly hope so, Gerry," smiling at him tenderly. He returned the smile.
"Your turn now, mam," he said with that smirk on his face.
"Mam?" Pulling back, I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Mam?" I repeated, indignant. "Do you honestly think that I look like a mam?"
He looked at me with a serious expression and nodded. "My awesome man... mam," he explained. The look in his eyes showed me he meant it.
"I can live with that, so long as you don't call me that in public."
"Well, I really feel the same about you calling me 'baby'."
We chuckled. I ran my hands over his firm pecs and gently teased at his small nipples. He began to moan softly and squirm.
After just a few minutes, he pulled my hands away. "No, now it's your turn, get in front of me."
I got out and being careful, settled myself in front of my young lover. The feeling of his erection against my back must be the same as he had with me a few minutes earlier. It was an extra stimulus to an already heated situation. There wasn't any time in my past that I felt so content, or aroused. What a sensation.
He seemed to rush through doing my hair and arms and then slowed down as he ran his hands over my chest and stomach. I moved so that he could wash my legs.
As his hands got closer to my crotch, he began nuzzling my neck and ears. I moved so that our lips could touch again. Kissing him was something that I knew was beyond anything I'd experienced before. Gentle, demanding, intense, and totally erotic. He gently caressed my nutsack with one hand while slowly stroking me with the other. Gerry sent our kiss into a higher gear I didn't know existed, and in only a few moments he sent me over the edge. After, I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath, as I released it and layed back against him, just enjoying his gentle touch. Contentment filled my soul.
After several minutes had passed, the water was getting cold. Reluctantly, I pulled up and ran some fresh warm water and began the task of cleaning both of us from our lovemaking.
As the water drained, I took some towels, and put them on the bed.
When I came back into the bathroom, he looked at me and then at himself, and laughed. "Look how shriveled up we both are."
I arched my eyebrow, "Not for long, baby, it's time for bed." He gave me a knowing look. Part of us wouldn't stay shriveled much longer.