Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 20:58:45 -0500
From: Todd Grant <redfordtodd1_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gerry & Todd Chapter 2- the Motel

	This is a story about a man and a handicapped teenage boy that meet and
fall in love.  If you are underage or offended by the subject matter, please
leave.  Up to the point where they talk for quite some time, the story is
real for the most part.  We did part without ever exchanging anything more
than conversation.  He was just as beautiful as described.  Maybe if I had
been more agressive...who knows?  The rest is strictly fiction on my part.
Please send any comments to redfordtodd_@hotmail.com.  Be kind as this is my
first effort.  No offense to handicapped persons is intended.  I already
have additional chapters ready, if you the reader are interested.  It may
come across as long winded and I don't get right to the sex.  (there is more
in later chapters)  I wanted the reader to feel like these were real people,
and get to know them.


Chapter 2- The Motel


	We drove a short distance and came to a large chain motel.  I went in and
registered, getting the nicest room they had with a king sized bed.  We
drove around the back to the room and I helped Gerry get his things.
Opening the door and turning on the light, I asked,  "Think it will do?"

	He looked at me,  "So long as I'm with you it could be a cabin in the
woods.  I can't believe that when I left home today it would be to find
someone so special just a few hours later."  He had a sad worried look on
his face.  "You do really like me don't you?"

	Shaking my head, speaking softly,  "I'm afraid it's feeling much stronger
that that," .

	Tears formed in his eyes.  "I feel the same way," he whispered.

	Leaning closer to him, Tattoo stood up and began to lick my face.  "I guess
it's unanimous," we said at the same time.	 We both laughed.

	The two of us set to work putting Tattoo in order.  Food dish and water and
his very own little doggey bed.	 Gerry wheeled around and in a minute had
himself sitting on the bed.  I sat down next to him.

	Looking at him, I said,  "technically I've already commited statuatory rape
tonight."

	He laughed,  "you forget that we have different laws here.  The age of
consent is 16."

	"I'm going to put you on a game show and make a fortune."  He looked
puzzled.  "You have all the answers."

	Laughing at his expression, he gave me a playful punch.  "Don't forget that
I still owe you for the crack about universites earlier."  Pinning him, I
began to tickle him on both ribs.  He quickly retaliated.

	It didn't last long as Tattoo had to get in the act and jumped between us
barking.  Gerry got him calmed down and away he went back to his bed.

	We turned to each other and for the first time we found ourselves pressed
together in our first embrace.  He felt so right in my arms.

	He was trembling.  "What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

	"It's just that I've never been with another person before."

	"I wish I could say that," my face showing a slight sadness.

	"Well, I don't expect you to be a virgin at your age," he said with an edge
of sarcasm.

	"Oh, yeah?" my response tinged with a slight attitude.

	"Come to think of it, I don't even know what your age is.

	I became silent.  Getting up, I went over to a mirror, my back to him.
Time to try and give myself a quick assesment.  I stood 5' 10", and weighed
nearly 190.  Not fat by any means.  I had worked hard for the last fourteen
years in a factory.  A 44" inch chest and a 32" waist.  Never had any
complaints from partners over the years.  Most of them got a kick out of me
slinging them over my shoulder, or lifting them almost like a baby and
carrying them.  I guess I was alright in the looks department.  Unruly
medium brown hair and hazel eyes, and a nice smile.  Nothing really
remarkable.

	"Come on and tell me," he pleaded.

	I shook my head.

	"Let me guess then."

	Turning, I walked back to him, and got just a foot or so from his face.
"Okay, go for it." I challenged.

	"Well..., I know that you're older than me," he said.

	"What an Einstein."  It was my turn for sarcasm in my voice.

	"Okay, wise guy, twenty-five?"  I almost choked and shook my head.
"Twenty-eight?"

	"I wish."

	"Thirty?"

	"No."

	"You're over thirty?"  He made me cringe.  "Not forty?"

	Sitting next to him again, I looked into his eyes, "You want another round
of tickling?  I'm 15 years older than you."

	He pulled back.  The feeling of rejection flooded my emotions.  "You are
kidding me," he said.  Trying to get up, he took my hand and held tight.

	It felt like a knife had gone into my heart.  "Don't!  Let me go.  I knew
that there was too much difference in our ages."  I was almost crying.

	"It's not that.  Truthfully, I thought you were about 25.  You sure don't
act like any one over thirty that I've met before.  And, you sure as hell
don't look it.  When I first came out of the stall back there, taking one
look at you, I popped an instant hardon.  The way you look, that face.  That
ass packed into your tight Levi's.  And when I saw your crotch, was I
impressed."  he said with such sincerety.

	Letting down my guard, I felt myself starting to relax again.  "Well, it's
not that big."

	"I felt it earlier, remember?"  he reminded me.  I nodded.  "Todd, I know
I'm younger than you, but still I need and want to have some special person
in my life to share it with.  When you first looked at me, a tingling
feeling started in my stomach that still won't go away."

	Looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes, I saw what could only be hoped
for.  He meant everything he said.  "It was the very same thing for me with
you, Gerry." I replied.

	"If you can handle my handicap, then I sure can handle a few years
difference in age," he stated.  Taking both of his hands in mine, I held
them tight.

	"There is something you should know about me, Todd."

	"I can handle whatever it is, baby."

	He pulled away from me.  Trying to reach for him, he stopped me.  Sitting
up straight, he very slowly moved to a standing position.  He was about five
eight.  I saw sweat break out on his brow.  "This has taken me four years of
hard therapy."  He grimaced.  Using his hands to help move his legs, he
moved two steps out and turned around and moved back to the bed.

	"Well?" he asked.

	The tears were streaming down my face.  This boy that I had just met a few
hours ago, was making me fall completely in love with him.  Standing, I
hugged him tight.  "You are so incredible," my voice soft in his ear.

	"It may take several more years, but there stands a chance of my being able
to walk again.  I just thought that you should know."

	"I don't care if you have to move around in a baby carriage, and I have to
push you."

	He looked me in the eye.  "You don't, do you?"

	"No, I don't.  Gerry, I've never known myself to feel so much so soon for
anyone."

	He looked at me, his eyes were tear-filled.  "I didn't think I'd ever find
anyone at all.  I know already that I love you, Todd."

	"And I have no doubt that I love you too, Gerry." came out of me with more
emotion than I thought I would ever feel.

	We kissed again, with his arms going around me, our clothed bodies pressed
tight together.  In an instant I could tell that something was wrong as he
held me tighter.  "What is it, baby?"

	"I have to sit, quickly." he said, almost out of breath.

	Tears were running down his face as I sat him down.  The anguish on his
face was chilling.  He took a deep breath.  "I'll be okay."

	"What did I do?"

	He smiled weakly.  "You didn't do a thing.  Any pressure on my legs for
more than a few minutes at a time causes an intense pain in my spine."

	"Oh, my God, why did you do such a thing?"  My shock at his revelation was
clear.

	"Because I wanted you to see that our future together can be complete."

	Hugging him again, I admonished,  "You don't ever have to prove yourself to
me."

	He moved his lips close to mine and stared into my eyes.  "No, we don't
have anything to prove."

	As we kissed again, he pressed his hand to my crotch.  I know I made a face
as the wetness was still there.

	"I forgot, we're still a mess from earlier." I said, with mild disgust.

	He giggled.  "Old man's a quick shooter."

	Looking at him, I wrinkled up my face.  "So is the young whippersnapper,"
came out in my best old man immitation.

	We both laughed.

	"I think before we go any further, we should get cleaned up." I stated.

	"Good idea," he said with a smirk.

	"You're first, baby," I said, pulling his shirt off.  He was everthing I
could hope for.  Nice pecs, almost rippling abs and nearly void of any hair
except for his pits and his thin treasure trail.  "Wow!  What a body!"

	"You like it so far?" he said in a husky voice.

	"Let me show you."  Leaning down, I chewed gently on his small nipples.  He
moaned.

	After a few minutes of him squirming, he pulled my head up.  "Now it's your
turn."

	He undid my shirt and pushed it off.  "Nice."  He ran his hands over my
chest, toying with my nipples until he heard me sigh.  "I've always been
turned on by hairy men."

	"This isn't getting us cleaned," I said.	 I moved and slipped off his shoes
and socks.  Then I did mine to get it over with.  I unfastened his pants,
and slowly pulled them down.  I was shocked to see what was underneath.
Instead of the two whithered limbs I expected, I found two lightly haired
slightly thin normal looking legs.

	He explained,  "My physical therapy keeps them in good shape.  You can
touch them."

	I ran my hands over his thighs feeling the warmth of his skin and his
muscles moving involuntary.  He sighed,  "that feels so good.  I have full
feeling in them, they just won't work."

	"I think I could tell by looking at your goods," was my response in a sexy
tone.  We both glanced at the hard-on he had and smiled.

	"Your turn again," he said.  We managed for him to work my tight jeans down
and off.  He started to stroke my thighs, and he smiled when he saw my
almost instant reaction.

	We still had the gooey mess on the front of our underwear, and I reminded
him.  He had on tightey whiteys, bikini briefs for myself.  The wet spots on
each accenting our feelings.  As I went to reach for his shorts, he turned
onto his stomach and slid them down.  I sucked in my breath.  He had the
firmest roundest little bubblebutt I had ever seen.  I reached out and
rubbed both tight buns.

	"That feels really good," he almost purred.  I caught a glimpse of  his
downy pink anus.  Too soon to go there.

	"Come on, turn over and show me the rest," I pleaded.

	He had a grin on his face.  "No, you go first."

	"Okay," and with that my shorts hit the floor.  "I call it my six shooter."

	He smiled, "turn around so I can see your butt."  I did.  "I couldn't have
got any better if I ordered you custom built, Todd."

	"Okay, Gerry, now you turn over."  He did.  My eyes went wide.  "I think
maybe I did order you custom built."  He was longer than me by about a half
inch, but not as thick.  A modest bush above it all and two almost hairless
low hangers below.  "And to think that all that money was spent on magazines
looking for my fantasy man, then I end up with my reality man filling the
bill instead.  Gerry, I wouldn't change a thing."

	"That's just how I feel looking at you, Todd."

	Allowing my eyes to roam over him one more time before they met his again.
He had such a look of yearning on his face.  Pulling him close to me, we
shared another terrific kiss.  After a few minutes, we pulled apart and I
lifted him easily into my arms.  "Bath time my little one," I said softly
into his ear.

	"Only if you get in with me," he replied.

	"Just you try and stop me," I said with a wink.