Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
Please Note:- In written porn you have the choice of whether you use condoms or not. In reality there is NO choice. Be safe and careful. Germs do not discriminate as to who they are going to infect, or kill.
Chapter Seventeen.
Disabled have just the same fun.
The 'dummies' that Anton had arranged all proved to be quite straight. That is until the lecture before the last in the course. Again I had received notification by text on my phone, but this time it was to collect my 'client' and take him to and from the Hall. Knocking at the address as arranged I was totally unprepared for the guy who answered the door. He was about 45 years old, dressed in a sports top, shorts, socks and trainers, and had a beaming, friendly smile. "Are you 'my man' for the night?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to shake. And he was sitting in a wheel chair.
I must have hesitated that second too long, as he started to laugh. "Sorry to catch you on the wrong foot," he said. "I'm Walter, and I hope you are my transport, helper and training masseur. If not we ought to start again." "Yes I'm Alex, and I have come to do all of that. It's just that Anton did not tell me you were disabled." "Is it going to be a problem?" he asked, "Everything above the knees is working, it is just that I had a motorcycle accident and have lost nerve control to and below my knees. I normally walk with leg braces, but I thought it would be easier this way. The chair folds and can go in the back. I can sit in the front with you." He flashed his cheery smile again, as if he did not have a care in the world.
Lulu fussed over him in her Motherly way, and the evening was side-tracked a bit as she kept on mentioning in her Lecture about safety in the workplace and disabled, when giving massages. And during the evening she was able to ask Walter various questions and elaborate on his answers. When it came to getting him onto the table, he managed with very little help from me. He was fiercely independent and said that more than a few disables were similarly minded, in that he was physically disabled, not mentally. He sat on the table as I took off his trainers and socks, and removed his shirt, which revealed several train-tracks of operation scars. He must have come off his motor bike at speed.
Laying him on his front, I was able to start at his feet. Talking to him quietly as I worked he was able to tell me what he felt and didn't. Above the knees he was OK but below he had a patchy sensation of touch. He was wearing bright yellow nylon sports shorts and I could see he had on no underwear as his balls and cock head were on display to me, up one leg. When he lay on his back, I could see he had a decent length of cock, but at no time did he become aroused. He told me that he lived on his own, but had a help that came in morning and evening to see he was safe and comfortable. He shopped on line for most of his food, and had a twice weekly outing to the shops and a disabled club.
When we came to the end of the evening in the Hall, I helped him dress and settled him back in his chair to take him out to the car. We said our 'Goodbyes' and Lulu thanked him for coming out, to which he said it had been " a tremendous adventure" for him. Then he held me by my elbow and said, "Thanks Alex, it has been a wonderful night out for me. I don't usually get out because, normally, I can't. I saw the advert at Uni where I am studying again, and put my name up for being a volunteer client, but had no thought it would actually happen. This has been great." His eyes were more wet in their corners than usual.
On the way back, in my car, I asked what he was having for Dinner. "Oh, they normally leave something in the fridge that I can warm up in the microwave," he said. "What about a Pizza? We pass a good one near you, my treat," I suggested. "That would be great. Haven't had a take away in ages," he enthused. I bought our Pizzas from a well known and popular chain, and he chose a bottle of wine from the Mini-Market next door. We were back to his home in not too many minutes, and he invited me in, saying that he would phone his help and say that he had company, and he was OK.
"Indoors," he explained, "I use crutches to get around. It's a ground floor flat that has been specially adapted for me. I thought the crutches would get in the way tonight, and anyway they tend to slip on polished floors, like the ones at the Hall. Places like those Institutions just don't think about disabled. They say they are 'disabled friendly' because they have a special toilet, forgetting that you have to go up or down steps in the passageways to get to it." I had never thought of it. "Do you know that the worst thing to get over in a chair is the Entrance mat, for keeping the crap out and off your feet. In a chair you sink into them like quicksand. Especially the bloody rotating door ones. They can be quite lethal. You can't move and the door crunches into you before it stops, and everyone glares at you. And the disabled entrance is usually somewhere else as an afterthought and isn't bloody signed." I felt I was in for more, but then he just looked at me and smiled. "Sorry!" he said. "Pet hobby horse. Help me in the Kitchen," and off he went with me trailing behind.
We sat at the breakfast bar, and consumed our goodies. The wine he chose was excellent. He perched on the bar stool and did not fall off. And after our meal he made a cafetiere of coffee. We moved into his Lounge and settled down. "You know," he said over the rim of his cup, "there is something you can do for me, if you will." I nodded for him to go on. "It's just that I get a great deal of muscular pain at the base of my spine. When you were rubbing me earlier, it seemed to relieve it. Would you be willing to do it again?" "Of course, my Friend," I said. "It will probably be easier if I bring my kit in from the car."
I set my table up in his Lounge and used a low table for my oils. Whilst Walter was in his bedroom I changed into my working kit, a 't' shirt, jock strap and shorts. I heard the noise of Walter's returning crutches and was surprised to see that all he was wearing too was a jock strap, a soft black leather one with a yellow stripe down the pouch. Leaning the metal crutches against his arm chair he climbed onto my table with measured movements, before laying face down on the round headrest at the end of the table.
"Nice jock," I observed. He turned his head so as to face me. "Yes, they are very comfortable. I have several," he said then closed his eyes, smiling. Starting at his shoulders I worked gently down his spine, working each vertebrae and the surround tissues. Reaching the base of his spine I could feel the tightness in his muscles and set to work to ease them. Walter started to groan, but not in pain. He was enjoying this. I moved my attention lower to his buttocks and his spine arched a bit. Starting where his bum cheeks joined his legs I smoothed my hands up to his spine, watching his cheeks part to reveal his sphincter. It winked a couple of times at me as he clenched it. I could also see the helmet of his cock was thicker than earlier at the Hall, and now it was pushing hard at the base of his jock enough to show me his balls as well.
I decided to find out if Walter was interested in some fun. I moved round so that I was up next to his head and leaned from there down over his body to rub the base of his spine, my shorts close to his face as he lay. I felt his tongue probe me at the base of my jock enveloped cock. I moved my hands up towards his shoulders but came in closer to his face, my cock and balls now resting on the circular pad where his face was. I felt his mouth trap my jock and cock tube. With no haste I moved down to his feet, out of his vision and lowered my shorts, letting them drop to the floor over my naked feet. Stepping out of them I returned to the other end of the table.
Again I leaned over his head to reach down to the bottom of his spine and then asked, "How does that feel?" As he answered "Great" I leaned over more, pressing my jock pouch into his mouth. This time his warm mouth closed gently over the fabric, sucking it, as his tongue, in his mouth, flicked over the end of my knob.
I have found that the relationship between a willing client and masseur is almost that of dominant and slave, but that the dominant one can change from one to the other and back, within a session. Walter wanted me to dominate him for the moment, and later I would love to be dominated by him. My cock stiffened as he gently munched me.
I moved down to stand by his hips. His hands were resting palm up to me on the table, and I purposefully put my package into his left hand, whilst I gently rubbed his buttocks. "Are you OK for me to go on?" I asked. "Do what you want except hurt me," was his reply, as his hand closed over my balls and manipulated them between his fingers. I parted his buttocks, leaned over and licked across his hole. He moaned quietly as he emptied his lungs. I licked again. And again, as his hand played with my balls and hardening cock.
Putting my right-hand thumb just below the base of his spine, I was able to place my middle finger tip on his twitching opening. As I slid my thumb towards the cleft of his buttocks, my finger slid round and in, through his muscle ring, to the hotness inside him. He "Aaaaagh"ed, and moved his bum from side to side gently, working my finger in even more. I withdrew my finger and replaced it with my thumb, pushing it in as far as it would go, my hand and fingers now in line with the ridge of his perineum, my finger tips at the back of his scrotum.
Putting my left hand at the base of his spine, I was able to work my right hand so that the thumb fucked his hole vigorously and my fingers massaged the ridge behind his balls. I gave him about thirty thrusts, deep fucking him with my thumb, trying to push in enough to tickle his prostate, before I gave him rest.
"Fuckin' hell Alex! That was something!" he started but I cut him short with another, slower, more luxurious thumb fuck, rubbing the ridge more considerately behind his balls, feeling the flesh bunch and relax under my fingertips. Then I let him get his breath back before I suggested he turn over onto his back.
With my help he turned and I was able to see that he was now filling the pouch of his jock, just as I was stretching the front of mine. I always get excited giving another man a thumb fuck, my cock goes rock hard. It was apparent that I had got him going as well. His cock was poking out the side of his leather jock, his helmet slot wet with pre-cum. As it was poking out on my side, I was able to give it a lick and taste his slight saltiness, before pursing my lips and sucking the head into my mouth. I could smell the sweaty leather from the jock, and imagined I could smell previous spunk.
He reached down and, lifting his bum off the table, was able to shift the waist band of his jock down over his cheeks. I was able to take it from there and pulled his jock off his feet. Holding the hot leather jock I brought it to my nose and smelled it deeply, savouring the sweat and cum scents. I gave the inside of the pouch a lick and tasted in the bulge of the pouch the saltiness I had tasted before. My own cock was juicing copiously, soaking into the stretched fabric to leave a spreading wet stain. I moved up to Walter's head so he could see me take my jock off, and he took it from me and laid it over his face, breathing in the vapours as I had done with his, his erect cock pulsing and twitching with sexual excitement, pre-cum dribbling down his inflated tube.
"You're wearing a cock ring," he commented when he had taken my jock off his face and thrown it onto a nearby chair. "Always do," I said before feeding my helmet into his mouth for him to toy with. I took hold of his cock and began to wank him slowly as he sucked me. We pleasured each other for several minutes, enjoying each other's touch. We had no reason to hurry.
Then, with my cock still in his mouth, he rolled onto his side, his bum facing away from me, his cock now partially hiding in his lap. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. "If you want it, I'm game," I answered. "In the Bureau over there," he pointed, "there are three drawers of glass dildos, different sizes. With a cock your size I will need stretching a bit. Pick what you want to use. I can take them all."
The drawers in the bureau had been lined with green felt and divided so that the dildos were presented like a connoisseur's collection. They were arranged in different lengths, colours and thickness. I opened each drawer and scanned across them all, picking just three. Returning to the table Walter saw my collection and smiled. "A good selection, Alex, especially that," he said pointing to one particular one.
He rolled back onto his back and I helped him put a cushion at the base of his spine. Then I climbed onto the table and knelt so we could 69 each other. Concentrating on his hole I introduced a lubed length of glass past his muscle ring. It had an elongated cock shaped head, was about 9 inches (23cms) long, 1½ inches (4cms) thick, and had a ridge of red glass coiled like a screw round the shaft, inviting the user to screw it in deeper and deeper. I did just that, but removed it without turning it, so that the ridge could be felt as I pulled it almost out.
Walter had his arms round my waist and had hoisted himself up so he was able to lick my balls and exposed hole. He was also using a finger, first on the outside of my hole, tracing round it, patting it, and then pushing it in and out as he licked. My balls, as usual, were hanging low from my body, and the head of my cock was dripping clear pre-cum onto his neck and chin.
The next dildo was bigger and longer and was spotted with green lumps on the shaft. Walter's ass hole swallowed it easily, and he successfully tried thumb fucking me as he sucked my cock, the tube of which is 8 inches (20cms) long, the head is another 1 inch (2½ cms), and measures 7½ inches (19cms) round. One of his hands slid up and down the shaft, cupping my balls at the top of his stroke, as his lips slipped over the corona of my glans, his tongue teasing the head, slit and back. The other hand's thumb poked my hole over and over again, managing to knock against my prostate and making my cock dribbled my clear fluid into his sucking mouth.
The final dildo for Walter was special. It was large in all directions. Looking like a light sabre from Star Wars, I estimate it was 14 inches (35cms) long and 2½ inches (6cms) thick. The shaft to slide into Walter was 10 inches (25cms) long before there was a flange of clear glass, like the hand guard on a sword, continuing with 4 inches (10cms) of 3 inch (7½cms) thick handle finishing in a round knob. Walter said he had used this end as a butt plug. The head was an enormous glans which measured 3 inches across.
Before I tried to push this monster into Walter I dismounted from the table. Walter rolled again onto his side and brought his knees up so that his hole was presented to me. I stood behind him and he was able to hold my cock as I introduced the head of the dildo to his sphincter. As he relaxed and slowly wanked my length, I had to push with some force before the head inexorably pushed past the ring of muscle, stretching it to it's limit, until his hole closed over the rim of the glans and clamped onto the glass shaft. I gave Walter a minute to catch his breath and then pushed it again. The shaft itself was ridged and I watched as these ridges slowly disappeared into Walter's gut, the flesh round his hole dilating and contracting as this magic wand was engulfed. Inch by inch his bum slowly swallowed the glass ridged rod until the flange guard kissed his stretched flesh round the shaft, leaving just the handle sticking out of his ass.
I returned round to his face, leaving the rod firmly embedded inside him, and kissed his sweat filmed forehead. His arm encircled my buttocks and pulled me closer, before taking hold my really hard cock and guiding it to his mouth. I began to face fuck his face with my quite large cock, whilst his gut embraced an even bigger intrusion. My hips swung to and fro as my cock slid in and out his sucking mouth. He even managed to slip his finger up into my hole as I moved. And together we had another few minutes of mutual satisfaction, he with his massive dildo firmly plugging one end and my cock ably filling his mouth the other, and me having a blow job with his wiggling finger firmly stuck up my bum as an extra. Then I felt my orgasm starting, and did not want to cum yet.
Pulling out slowly from his mouth as he slipped his finger out my bum, I kissed him again then returned to his rear. Grasping the handle of the glass protuberance I put my other hand on his buttock and used it as an anchor point as I pulled the massive dildo back out of his bowel. His hole gaped at me without its' filling and I was able to see the bright red interior inside his slack sphincter. Carefully putting the heavy glass dildo down on the table in the crook of his legs, I took hold of my throbbing cock and applied it to the entrance of his tunnel.
"Here I cum, ready or not," I called and inserted myself into him, slowly pushing my length up in to the hilt, as I knew he could take it. As I felt the heat of his innards, he said, "That's one hell of a cock you have there, Partner. Go for it!" and braced himself, holding onto the side of the table as I began to pump into him. With both hands on his top hip, I was able to pull and push as I slithered along his love glove, back and forth, my flared glans scraping along the bumps and ridges of his lower intestines, my shaft rubbing hard against his prostate.
He straightened his legs and I managed to catch the glass monster before it rolled off the table. Putting it with the others on a near low table, I was able to reach over his legs and wank his stiff cock as now it stuck out from his body more. I fucked him hard, standing close behind him, pumping his length as I filled his sucking bum with my cock. He hissed "Yes, yes, yes," each time I thrust into him and managed this for over two minutes before I felt his body stiffen and he said, "I'm about to cum. How about you?" "I'm close as well," I told him. "Let's see if we can do it together."
Giving it all I had, I deep thrust myself time and again into him, whilst he took over wanking his cock. I watched as he masturbated fast, his whole body writhing and jerking from his own manipulation of his cock, and the force of my fucking my whole length into him. Suddenly he stiffened even more and started spurting his sperm across my table in strong ropes, the first two missing the table altogether to land on the carpet, the others on the table with diminishing force. His cumming had spasmed his sphincter and triggered my orgasm. Each time my cock ring hit his flesh ring I pumped my seed into him, my cock sliding easier as I pumped and pumped his receptacle fuller with spunk, until I could feel it leaking out down the outside of my balls.
Then we came to rest, each heaving for breath after the exertion. I stood there with my cock in his arse, and he purposefully clenched his ring several times, just for fun. We started to laugh with relief as the sexual tension diminished and we came down off our own individual plateaus. "Fuck, that was good!" he said. "I might have to give that back of yours another rub. We have probably undone all the good from earlier," I mused. "Now are you telling me you can cum more than once?" he said.
"Wellll ..." I started
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Sadly this Chapter is the last in this series 'Massage Me' for the moment.