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 always 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 4- Bedtime
Carefully, I got my baby out of the tub and carried him to the bed. Taking another towel, I began to slowly dry him off, admiring his hot body again. I was just down to his stomach when the movement started. As the towel moved up his legs, he was fully hard again.
"Doesn't that thing ever go down for long?" I asked shaking my head.
"Mam is in the same shape." he replied with his usual smirk.
Looking down, sure enough I was hard again. "Let's get dry before we make anymore wet around here."
He laughed and agreed. I did off his front, ignoring his crotch on purpose. "Now, turn over."
His eyes went wide. "Turn over? I think you missed something here, buster!" he said with a challenge in his voice.
"Hardly!" I replied trying not to laugh. "Ray Charles couldn't miss that thing!" I stared blatantly at his crotch.
He put such a little boy pout on his face that I had to finally burst out laughing. He increased the pout, making me laugh all the harder.
"Ray Charles isn't the one that missed it," he reprimanded.
"I'll only 'miss it' when we aren't together, baby. I just don't want it spitting in my face right now." I scrunched up my face to make my point.
That was all it took, we started laughing so hard, we had to settle Tattoo down again.
"Now, would you be a good little boy and turn over so I can dry you off?"
"Only, if you promise you're going to try some funny stuff, mister." he said with his innocent tone.
Looking at him and shaking my head, I said, "Any more funny stuff, with as bad as my sides are aching now, you'll have to take me to a hospital."
He gave me a slight smile and turned over. I began drying his back, then his lower legs. The only place left was his muscular butt and deep crack. When I rubbed both buns, he moaned a little. Prying his cheeks apart, I ran the towel along his moist crevice.
"Ohh, that feels so strange but so good," he whispered.
I gave him a light slap on his firm ass.
"Ow! Why did you hit me?" he asked with a scowl
"Because, it was only a lover's tap, and we really should get some sleep first. It's almost five a.m." I replied.
He pushed himself onto his back. "Will you hold me while we sleep?"
Smiling at his request, I said, "Of course I will"
He turned on his side and looked into my eyes. "Todd, there's something I need to ask you."
"Go for it, Gerry."
"Todd, what all have you done with other guys?"
I knew that there would be no way around some of his questions, "Do you mean like oral and anal?"
"I guess."
"I've done all of the usual stuff and a few things that won't be repeated."
"Do you think that you'll ever want to do some of those things to me?"
"Whoa! First off we just met tonight. You, young man, are a virgin. Two.
I would never do those things to you but with you. Three. We haven't had, nor will we ever have, sex if I can help it."
He looked so crushed as I fumbled for the right words. I couldn't stand that look I had put on his face, and knew my words had better fix this mess.
"With you, my baby, it's not sex. I would like to think that both times we made love, most anyone can have sex. I have never in my life had the intensity with any orgasm like I have tonight, and twice at that. If twenty years from now we have never done anything different than what we have tonight, I could be happy." I could see my words were sinking in. "We aren't going to go any further until I feel that's what we both really want." I raised my brow, "besides, if we can't keep from climaxing everytime we touch each other how in the hell could we do anything else?"
He chuckled and so did I.
"You've got a point there."
"Tell me about it, baby."
We just stared into each other's eyes for several minutes. His face took on a slightly sad look, and he turned his head from me.
"Todd, do you think when you get back from your trip that you will really see me again?"
There was such a lost look on his face. I felt hurt that he would ask, but pulled him to me.
"You are going to get so sick of seeing me that you won't be able to take it."
This was the first time that we were naked and pressed front to front. I sucked on his chin, nose ears and throat until he moaned. I stopped as he copied my movements, and then in a few moments he had me moaning. Pulling him on top of me, we kissed yet again. Slow and tender, our bodies rubbing together. Our hard-ons trapped together. Stroking my hands down his back, I found myself caressing his terrific buns. Oh, how I wanted this to last but, too soon, we both were on the verge. With an intense shudder we both went over the brink. Ecstasy like this was a new experience for me.
"Wow!" he said in a whisper.
"Wow!" I added.
"Gerry, in my whole life I only ever managed to climax at the same time as my partner twice before tonight. In less than six hours you have made me tie that. And then it was two different people, not one incredible guy."
"Todd, do you have any idea what you have brought into my life?" I nodded. "You couldn't know."
"Ah, but I do, baby. Completeness."
He shook his head a few times and then began to nodd. "Yes, completeness. it's the perfect word."
Looking deep into those incredible blue eyes, "I know because it's how I feel about you too. I've had long term and short term relationships over the years but, I never felt complete until now. I love you so much, Gerry, that I almost hurt inside, but what a wonderful pain it is."
"Todd, I know it sounds lame but, that's how I feel too."
"It's not lame, it's love."