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The Meeting
Part 3
By: Joe Camp
Copyright 2000
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imagination. This story contains sex between two men in their twenties.
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In Part 2
No one can fix me. I have Spina Bifida. I'm in a wheelchair.
I was stunned. My first thought was that Dan had deceived me. There had been plenty of times he
could have told me. Hell, I didn't even know what Spina Bifida is. Then I knew. It didn't matter. It
was Dan that mattered to me. Not his being in a wheelchair. Sure, my daydreams had us playing
basketball and running together, but that wasn't why I love Dan.
I love you. I still want to meet you.
Don't answer now. Think about it and tell me tomorrow.
I don't have to think about.
Part 3
Well, of course I did spend a lot of time thinking about it. We spent hours that night as Dan told me about Spina Bifida. He told me about all the operations he has had. He told me about growing up in a wheelchair. He told me about being a gay teen in a wheelchair in a homophobic world. He told me about the loneliness.
Yeah, even after he signed off I thought about it. I thought about the hardships he had been through. I wondered if I would have been strong enough myself to have not given up. I thought about the hardships he had mentioned facing everyday. The little things most of us don't even think about. How to get up those steps. Where to find a rest room he can use. How to open that store's door. I spent hours wondering if I am strong enough now to help Dan with that struggle. I was surprised to notice the daylight flooding into my room and I was almost late for work. I somehow got through the day and was in the chat room when D-Bear signed on.
Yes Daddy Bear, the answer is yes.
We spent a while talking and making arrangements to meet, and even as tired as I was, I was on cloud nine. Dan insisted on telling me the limits his handicap placed on his life. He gave me the address to some web sites so I could learn more. We spent most of the evenings talking to each other in the chat room, then I would call him on the phone just to hear his voice tell me goodnight and to sleep well.
As the time for our meeting grew near, I was ready. I had bought new pants, shirts, underwear and even socks and shoes. Of course I had hopes I wouldn't be wearing any of it for long. I couldn't help being nervous. Would Daddy Bear like me? Would I like him? Could we make things work for us? Would his handicap make a difference to me? The same questions over and over in my mind until the moment I was knocking on his front door.
Friday morning I had gotten into my car at 5:30 am and headed for Dan. I picked up the interstate and as the miles sped by my thoughts were about nothing but our meeting. Would it work out? Am I too selfish to accept Dan's limitations? Would we get along in real life? Then came the "What If." What if.................... What if ................... What if ............ More than once I was tempted to turn around and go back home. I was about half way there when I did.
I had stopped for a drink at one of those roadside diners. As I sat there sipping my Coke, I convinced myself things could never work. I filled the car with gas and as I pulled out, I headed in the direction of home. I had gone about 20 miles telling myself what an asshole I am. Telling myself how much of a coward I really am. Then I thought about my lonely existence I had called my life. I recalled how excited and happy I was when I would see D-Bear's nick in the room. I remembered how happy I was as we would talk each night. I turned around at the next exit and speed to make up the lost miles.
I had no trouble finding Dan's apartment. His directions had been perfect. I parked in the lot he had told me to park in. I got my overnight bag from the truck and slowly walked to his front door. I pressed the buzzer and it only took a moment for the door to open. There was Dan. He looked just like the picture he had sent me. But the picture hadn't show the wheelchair.
I quickly dropped my bag and leaned down and gave him a soft hug. As I felt the pressure of his arms squeezing hard around me, I squeezed harder. He broke our hug and wheeled back from the door. The door closed and the world was shut out. It was just me and Dan. We sat in the living room and I could tell Dan was as unsure of me as I was of him. He asked me how the trip had been, and I tried to answer him as I would anyone else. We were both trying too hard. When Dan went to the kitchen to get us some iced tea, I had to tell myself to relax. This was Dan. I told myself to not try so hard. Don't laugh so loud. Don't force it. We know everything about each other. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should leave. But then, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to take him in my arms. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted him to take my virginity. I wanted to take his.
Dan came back into the room and as he handed me my glass he asked, "can I kiss you?"
I just nodded and leaned towards Dan. His lips tentatively touched mine. His beard brushing my face felt strange but so nice. His lips parted and mine responded on their own. Daddy Bear's tongue slipped into my mouth and I thought I was in heaven. His hands went under my tee shirt and found my nipples. I thought I would faint from the wonderful feelings. I don't know how long Dan's tongue worked inside my mouth. When it withdrew, my tongue followed. For the first time in my life, my tongue was in someone else's mouth. The taste of him made me light headed. It seemed as if it lasted only seconds before our kiss was broken.
"Are you ready," Daddy Bear inquired.
I couldn't do more than nod. The glasses of iced tea were forgotten as I followed Dan to his bedroom. I had to touch him. My hand was on his shoulder as he led the way and he kept looking back at me smiling.
Yeah, I was real nervous as I sat on the edge of the bed and Dan sat in his chair in front of me. He reached for the tail of my tee shirt and my mind flooded with emotions. I was embarrassed. I was about to have sex for the first time in my life. All those things I had grown up with flooded my mind. All the warnings my mother had always given me when I was a teen. But then I realized. This is Dan. This is Daddy Bear. This is the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. I raised my arms as Dan slipped my shirt over my head. His hands caressed my shoulders and I heard him sigh before he neatly folded my tee shirt. He held my shirt to his nose and smelled it before laying it to the side.
I unbuttoned Dan's shirt and gazed at his hairy chest for the first time. Yeah, Daddy really is a hairy bear. I folded Dan's shirt and placed it beside my own. Dan does like things neat. I buried my hands in Dan's chest fur and he seemed to enjoy my playing there. I kissed his nipple before licking it and Daddy Bear moaned. I lifted his arm and smelled his unique smell. My tongue couldn't be stopped from licking his arm pit. Dan giggled a little but said it was okay for me to do that if I enjoyed it. He said I could have my fill after we were in bed. Yeah, I had admitted to him long ago that I have this thing about guy's arm pits.
Daddy Bear had me stand and I rested each foot on the edge of the bed as he untied my shoe and slipped off each sock. I stood before him as he unbuckled my belt. I couldn't help from getting hard as his hands opened my pants. His fingers brushed against my hardon as he pulled down my zipper. I was so nervous I was afraid I might shoot right then. I was able to keep from cuming, but it was hard. My pants fell around my ankles and I stood before Dan with my hardon straining my black boxers.
Dan pulled the boxers down freeing my hard on. His face was so close I could feel his warm breath on my cock and nuts. His hands caressed my butt cheeks and I had to gasp when he leaned in and licked the precum flowing from the opening in my glans. My hands when to his head and I tenderly held him as I hoped the feelings would last forever. His mustache tickled my cock as his beard tickled my nuts. It was wonderful.
I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to see all of Daddy Bear. He slid from his chair to the bed and I got his pants and shoes off. I can't describe the feeling as I stared at his huge hardon and those big balls he has. All I can say is I had an overwhelming desire to possess him. My mouth watered at the thought of my lips on his beautiful cock. My hands ached to cup those wonderful nuts. I hungered to smell more of him.
Dan pulled me down beside him and my lips melted under his kisses. He nibbled on my ear and his hands roamed my back. I played with his chest hair until I had to bury my face in his pit. Yes, he let me have my fill.
I kissed my way down his hairy chest. Yes, I even played with his belly button before kissing my way to his balls. Gently I spread his withered legs and my tongue lapped at those big balls. My tongue traced all 8 inches of his cock as I tasted his sweet precum for the first time. A wonderful thrill coursed though my body as my tongue touched his fat swollen cock head. When Daddy Bear urged me to 69 with him, I straddled on top of him on my hands and knees.
I'm still not sure if it was the thrill of feeling Dan's mouth and tongue on my dick or the feel of his cock in my mouth. I really don't know which of us started shooting first. It doesn't matter. I felt the cum exploding from my dick as Daddy Bear was filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed but lost more than I caught.
We just held each other tight as we rested and recovered. I couldn't help humping my hard dick against his hairy leg. No, neither of us went soft that time. How could I have gone soft with thinking about how great it had been with Dan? Of course I had to tell him. With him telling me how good it had been for him as he played with my dick, how could we go soft?
Yes, we lay touching and petting each other as we made our plans. Dan will receive his Bachelor of Library Science degree in June. He already has the offer of a position with the Public Library. He will then be able to manage without his family's financial support. I will move in with him. I'm not worried about finding another job. Then Dan will start work on his doctorate.
We were ready to seal our love. I handed Daddy Bear the lube I had brought. He had been so afraid of hurting me the first time that we had read everything we could find. We had admitted to one of the older gays in the chat room that we were both still virgins. He had given us advice on how to do it right so I didn't have much pain.
I got on my knees and laid down on my legs. It forced my butt up and the cheeks of my ass parted. Daddy Bear put some of the lube on his finger and started working it in. I felt his finger slip inside me and it felt funny but nice. He didn't rush as he worked the muscle of my opening forcing it to relax. I knew when he put in a second finger, but it didn't hurt at all. He worked his fingers spreading my opening wider. Then he added a third finger. When his fingers moved freely inside me we were ready.
I put plenty of the lube on Daddy Bear's big cock. I placed a knee on each side of his hips and took his cock in my hand. I saw the love and wonder in Dan's eyes as I touch the head of his cock to the opening of my ass. I saw a frown cross his face.
"I want you to promise we will stop if it hurts too much," he told me. "I love you too much to ever want to hurt you."
I leaned down and kissed him as I whispered, "I promise."
I felt myself starting to tense as I pushed back onto Dan's cock. I paused and forced myself to relax. I felt the pressure on my bottom lessen and I pushed on in. Yes, it hurt a bit but not too bad. All I had to do was look into Daddy Bear's eyes. Love. Desire. The completing of our being. The joining of our lives together. I saw it all in my lover's eyes.
His cock entered deeper and deeper inside me until his pubic bush was curshed against my nuts. We hugged and I know we both sighed as we basked in our mating. I felt full. Full of not only Dan's cock, but full of Dan's love for me and mine for him. My heart swelled when I heard his whisper.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy Bear," I replied.
Slowly I raised up off his cock. Just as I had learned to do, I stopped when I felt his glans at just inside me. Slowly I lowered myself back onto Daddy Bear's massive cock. I had to moan at the wonderful feelings. Dan was stroking my arms and letting out little groans. The tempo sped up with each thrust of Daddy Bear's cock into me.
Harder and faster I forced his cock to move inside my ass. The feelings were so fantastic that I was hardly aware of Daddy Bear wrapping his hand around my dick. I was pounding his cock into myself so fast and hard that the bed was bouncing violently. Daddy Bear was groaning as his hand squeezed my dick and I fucked into his hand as he fucked my ass.
"OhMyGod!" Dan moaned. "Ohhhhmygod! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I felt a hot wetness inside me that I knew had to be Daddy Bear's cum pumping into me. I had to tense and groan, "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Shot after shot was pumped from my nuts as I rode the extreme climax. My cum was splattering all over Dan, but he was too busy with his own climax to notice. As soon as we could relax, Daddy Bear pulled me into a tight hug. Our tongues sought each others mouths as his cock begain softening inside me.
I took the exit to my street and was soon home. I grabbed my bag and hurridly unlocked the door. I tossed my bag on the couch and reached for the phone. I hit the speed dial and it only rang twice.
"Hi, Daddy Bear, I'm home.........................."
The End
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2000