Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 19:04:33 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Chapter Seventeen of Massage Me

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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