Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 09:09:40 -0500
From: Robert Mooney <briarwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Gary's Problem, Chapter 8, Male/Adult/Adult

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Gary's Problem
Chapter 8


There was a knock at the back door. I opened the slider overlooking the
back yard and the temporary camp, currently between the house and the
water.
   "Hi, I understand Darby is with you," a thirty something young man
asked.
   "Yes, he is, come in. DARBY?" I called.
   Darby was there as the guy stepped in.
   "Max!" Glad you could get away." They bear-hugged each other. "Max, meet
Ben Hobbs.  Ben, this is my Max, Max Doogan, I've been telling you about.
   "Oh, he's been boring you, huh?" Max teased, smiling.

 I offered my hand. "Welcome to our house, Max," I said.
   "Nice to finally meet you, you're Gary's friend, right?"
   "I am," I said, "and you're Darby's friend."
   "Precisely," he said, studying me. "and where's this Gary I`ve been
hearing so much about?"
   "In here, alone and abandoned!" Gary whined from the other room.
   We all filed into the front room, where we had indeed left Gary
alone. As we entered though, we collectively gave him an "awwwww".

   "Hi Gary, I'm Darby's friend, Max. I'm glad to finally meet you.
   "Hi Max, welcome," Gary answered, looking him over.
   "This looks familiar, doesn't it, Darby?" Max stated.
   "Familiar how" I asked.
   "Darby was once stationary like you are now," he said. "It looks like
you're missing everything he was missing when I found him. I hear your
torso is still perfect...in so much as it wasn't torn up like Darby's. "if
you haven't already, ask him to let you see his torso sometime, and the
damage shrapnel can do."
    "Max tends to push things right along, " Darby noted, grinning. "Yea, I
was in a lot worse shape than you when I came home.
    "You're lucky when you become a quadriplegic to have your torso and
everything inside intact. Not everyone does. Lot's of guys are bedridden
because of their internal injuries, more so than the dismemberment. I try
to visit some of them when I'm not working, but as a group, we do a pretty
good job of taking care of our own, I'd have to say."

  I invited Darby and Max to eat with us, allowing them to observe how we
do it. Everything was already made, just needing to be heated up. When it
was ready, I wheeled Gary to the table in his saddle and positioned him
next to me. This was a recent improvement from the way we started doing it,
though I do miss the holding-him part of feeding him. That was very
personal...and satisfying on several levels. Our new way was easier,
though, more efficient, and more civilized.
   Darby commented, "That is slick!" he said of the saddle and how it helps
at the table, as he sat at the table, beside Max, noting, "My wife tried to
put me in my daughter's high chair, which was so humiliating, I can't tell
you. Needless to say, she and I didn't work out. We'd married very young
and then I was gone, and then...She just couldn't deal with the vastness of
my situation. But, for a long time...neither could I."
    "Max uses the saddle now, too, but we did what you said you originally
did for a while. Max fashioned a special chair for me. I personally like it
best at dinner."
   "How long were you married to your wife?" I asked.
   "14 years," he said. "I have a daughter from that marriage, named
Ruth. She's a Lieuy in the Navy."
   "Wow! You get around!" Gary noted.
   "Life goes on," Darby added.
   "His daughter is a trip!" Max interjected.
   "And how long have you and Max been together," Gary asked.
   "Twelve years, next month," Darby said.
    "Yup," Max said. "Hard to believe it's been that long huh?"
   "Did you start when you were a baby?" I asked.
   Max grinned. "I started with Darby when I was 26. I'm now 38, but
thanks."
   "Wow!" I said, "You don't look it."
   "Thanks." he replied.
   How old are you, Darby?" I asked.
   "48," he answered.

   We were having Peppers, stuffed with veges and rice, a salad of spinach
and cabbage and mushrooms and stuff, and spaghetti squash with peas and
walnuts...all vegetarian.
   "You certainly eat healthy," Max noted as he fed his ward.
   "Yea, we try to, though we do eat meat once in a while."
   "I don't like it though." Gary noted.
   "No, Gary objects," I repeated, grinning.
   "Why do you eat it, then?" Max asked.
   "Good question," I admitted. "I guess it's for me, though I don't really
care that much for it either. So I guess I don't know why."
   "Well, this is good. Neither of us are cooks. We have someone cook for
us, but this is awesome. You made this from scratch?"
   "Mmm, yea,"
   "Kudos, sir, kudos! This is great." Max said. I noticed that in between
Darby's bites, he fed himself, similar to the way I do. If they weren't
here, we would eat slower, and talk while we ate, but this was
nice--different, but nice--having company for dinner. We'd have to do this
again.
   We talked and ate. We learned that Max owns a few businesses and is a
money supporter of Darby's Rangers. They seemed very loving to each other,
and I hoped we'd become equally as comfortable together after 12 years.

   When Darby and Max left, we decided to go to bed. I got undressed first
for a change. Gary watched, focusing on my dick.
   "Can I help you with something, sir?" I asked.
   "It would have been interesting to have invited Max and Darby to join
us." Gary said, out of the blue.
   "Why? Would you like to invite them to play with us?" I asked.
   "I'm not sure," he answered. "How do you feel about other men having sex
with us?"
   "I hadn't thought about it," I said. "I love pleasing you and you, me,
but other guys, too? I don't know, Gary."
   "Would you feel differently about me if you saw someone else swinging on
my dick?"
    "I don't know." and I didn't. I've never given the concept a
thought...but I will now. "How would you feel if you watched someone
swinging on my dick, as you say?"

   As we were talking, I approached Gary, still in his saddle, and removed
the jock strap he was wearing. His dick immediately sprang out and up,
lifting the edge of his t-shirt obscenely. I fell to my knees and stuck my
head under the shirt to lick the underside of the log, and soak his
balls. The saddle was limiting me getting to his balls, though, so I went
back to his dick, which I'd kept pointing down with my finger, and devoured
the log, or most of it anyway. As I did, his t-shirt bunched closer to his
stomach, and I could see him watching me. His mouth formed an `O'. With him
in my mouth, I brought the edge of his t-shirt up, over his head, and
off. He was now as naked as I. I came off him for a moment, stood, and
rubbed our dicks together. He was beginning to use his stomach, groin, and
leg muscles more in all our sex play, and now, greatly contributed to my
dance of the dicks.

   Before he even said it, I knew what I wanted. "I think I figured out how
to use that remote they gave us when we got the saddle, but never used," I
told him. "If I figured right, you can fuck me from your saddle, and I can
control the remote to change angle and stuff. You can use your ass and
stomach muscles to do the in and out. Sound interesting?"
   "Yea, let's do it," he answered enthusiastically.
   I set him in a vertical position and tested the remote. I was able to
control up and down, of course, but tilting his chest forward and his groin
back, was another matter. We settled on vertical, Gary's dick was rock hard
in anticipation, and he had enough movement, within the constraints of the
saddle, to use his hips.  It took us a few tries to get him in line with my
upturned ass. Using the remote, I brought him closer until his dick was at
my door.
   "Now, I figure, once you get in, you can pull out some. With your
length, I'd say half way or so." I lubed him up, and my ass as well. I laid
on the edge of the bed, on my back, with my legs, toward my chest and
helped him enter me,
   Once the head was in, all movement stopped while my ass adjusted. Once
that point was reached, he slid in fairly easily. The position of the rig
seemed to be perfect position for coitus. He was in me fully and waited.
   "My dick is inside you, Ben," he said, looking down on me, "and never
wants to leave." he teased.

   I wrapped my legs around the small of his back, above his ass, which
pulled him into me to the bone.
   "Can you pull out, using your stomach muscles and glutes?" I asked.  I
could feel him testing his muscles, and eased the pressure of my legs
around him. After several tries, he smiled as he pulled out about half way,
and plowed back in deeply, repeating the process again and again.
   My prostate was getting quite a workout.  I was quickly recognizing the
biggest benefit of sleeping with a man, was that he could fuck you. I
wiggled and squirmed when he was fully inside me, assisting in the massage
of it.
   "Gawd, I love this," he growled. "Can you pinch my nipples babe? That's
it. Ooh fuck! I'm gonna get very close, very soon, Benjamin."
   "Me too, Gar. Just keep fucking me, please." I begged.

   He began plowing me in earnest and to the degree that he could, given
his limitations. He was making me feel like a million, though.
   I came buckets, I think. I even hit my chin, which doesn't happen that
much any more, but did this time.
   "Sit up for a moment," he said.
   I did as commanded as he grinned, and he immediately moved his head
forward and licked the cum off my chin. "That's better," he said. "Lie back
again, beautiful man. I'm not through with you quite yet." I smiled
too. It's nice to be appreciated.
   He fucked me for about 5 more minutes before I felt-literally felt-him
spraying my insides with his cum. I pushed myself up and kissed his
lips. He countered by swallowing my mouth. When he'd had his fill, he
looked me in the eye, studying something while he continued to swirl his
dick deep inside me "You're really gettin' into getting fucked, aren't
you?" he asked soberly.
  "With you, I truly am." I heard myself say. "I'm happy, making you
happy. It just so happens, though, that your dick head is wiggling next to
my prostate, which is the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt. I am your
slave, Gary. You have me, use me."
   "Bring one leg over to the other, so that you're on your side, and I am
as I am."  I did so, and he began using his muscles to grind his dick into
me. It was glorious! He was long dicking me and taking possession.

   We both lasted another few minutes, and came together in our sexual
dance. It was like nothing I've ever felt before. And he was still hard,
inside me.
   "Did you get ahold of some Viagra or something?" I asked, tauntingly.
   "No, I'm just enjoying being in you, Ben. "I do have to pee now, though,
so we have to uncouple. Sorry."

   We unhooked and headed for the bathroom.
   After taking care of bladder business, I turned on the shower, a walk-in
type shower, 5' square, glass on two sides, (honest! It came with the
house!), perfect for what I wanted to do. I pulled his saddle in, as far as
the framework would let me, all extensions available, out. It got him far
enough in to feel the spray of the shower, and he loved it.  I lathered him
up and paid special attention to his groin. Of course, he got immediately
hard again. I bent over, took him in my mouth.
   "Fuck, baby!" he said. "I love seeing you worship my dick. Get it wet
and turn around."
   I did so and he said, "Guide me in, baby, you know you want me in
there."
   I do, lord help me, I do. I lathered myself up back there and guided
Gary into me again. He slipped in easily.

   "Now I want you to fuck yourself on me," he almost whispered,
"masturbate yourself, empaled on the man who loves you. Use me."
    I was full of Gary-dick again. He was resting beside my prostate again,
so I started grinding on him and stroking my prostate on his poker. With
that combination, it didn't take long. I came for the third time today. Did
Gary come? I wondered.
   "Did you come, baby? I asked.
   "Nope and though I could tell you were having a ball, I couldn't for a
while, anyway."
   I smiled. "I tell you, you're the perfect fit for me back there. I'll
wait."