Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:44:23 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Confidence

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....