What Disability
by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 3 

After a couple of weeks of working with Conner, he was getting more comfortable with me, even in the shower, mainly because he didn't really need me in there all that much.  But I was still there, partly because I wanted to be.  I liked the view, and I was constantly trying to figure out some way of making a move that wouldn't get me in trouble.  It worked itself out; one of those fluke things that I had nothing to do with except I took advantage of it.

We were in the shower after putting him through a grueling leg workout. In addition to one-legged squats, I had him on the thigh machine working the quads of his left thigh. It was awkward but he did it.  Both of his legs were getting a lot stronger and he was really learning to maneuver on the one.  Anyway, he got a little too confident and too active in the shower and lost his balance on the slick floor.  I jumped to grab him and steadied him against the wall till I was sure he had his balance. 

"You're still soapy," I said as I leaned my upper body away from him to let the shower spray down between us, but I kept a tight hold around his waist, keeping our lower bodies pressed together. That meant my manhood smashed against his. He didn't fight me. Those few seconds proved to be fatal.  The tingling rushed to my loins and I started feeling lightheaded and bold, and not thinking straight. It was like my gayness suddenly took over and I found myself pressing harder against him, the water still sheeting over both of us."I'm okay, you can let go," Conner said hoarsely, with a twinge of panic in his voice.

But I didn't let go.  We were face to face and I was still holding him tight, and it wasn't to steady him.  I saw panic in his eyes as things began to register.

"Hey….what're you doing…..?....you can let go of me, man."

My knees were buckling under me and I didn't try to stop them.  "Let me do this.  You need it," I said hoarsely as I slowly sank to my knees in front of him.  All the way down I kept my eyes locked on his; leaving no doubt what I intended to do.

"Hey!  Fuck, man, what're you doing!"  

By that time I had hold of his cock and was rubbing it against the side of my face as I nuzzled into his crotch.  His fingers dug into my shoulders like talons, like he was going to push me away.

"Look, man, I don't do this shit," he said as he did try to push me away, trying to balance himself on his good leg.  But I held my ground and took his cock in my mouth.  "Awwwhhhh, Fuck!" he cried softly as he fought to prevent me from doing what I was determined to do. 

I clasped my arms around his butt and thighs and held him tight as I defiantly began sucking his cock.  It felt enormous in my mouth, I could see my lips distended something awful around it's girth and I could take barely a third of it in my mouth without choking.

We struggled a bit more but then I could feel him backing down and relaxing, partly I suppose, because I had him at a disadvantage balanced on one leg, but I thought mostly because his body was accepting and responding to the long overdue pleasure I was giving him.

Finally, the talon-like grip on my shoulders weakened and he just held onto me as I sucked him.  Moments later he was responding with gentle thrusts of his hips and moaning softly, till finally he was actually fucking my mouth. It was odd because all the while he was cursing me under his breath.

When I said he needed it, I couldn't have guessed how bad.  I could've guessed even less that he was allowing me to do it.  His good leg began to tremble and I thought it might buckle under him.  But suddenly his hips lurched and he was cumming.  He shot off a load that I couldn't believe.  It came out of his huge cock in torrents, powerful spurts of thick cum that blasted the back of my mouth and quickly covered my tongue and filled my mouth.  I'd never received such a hard, heavy load in my life, and I'd been sucking cock since I was twelve years old.  His thigh was shaking out of control and I quickly swallowed his cum so I could speak.

"Go ahead, ease down, I'll catch you," I said as I felt his leg start to collapse.  He was still pushing out cum and I gobbled his cock again as I helped him slide down the tile wall so he was sitting on the floor with his legs out in front of him.  I leaned over and kept sucking him till he pushed me away.

He sat there with his arms out, his hands flat on the floor, gaping down at himself, his chest heaving as the shower continued to spray us both.

"You fuckin' cocksucker," he swore as his shoulders hunched to try to push himself up.  I stood to help him but he pushed me away, hard.  "I can do it! I don't need your fuckin' help!" he barked.

I stood back at the ready as he struggled to get up. I didn't touch him but I stayed right with him as he hobbled out of the shower to a bench where he sat down to dry off.  I didn't know how much trouble I was in; whether he would report me or not. The taste of him still fresh in my mouth, I tried to tell myself it would be worth it if he did, but I really didn't want to lose my job, non-paying as it was.

"Look, I know I was out of line……"

"You think?" he snapped.

"Taking advantage of you like that," I finished.  "But I'm not apologizing.  It was worth it.  Fuck, you are incredible. I would do it again."

"No, you won't," he said.

"No, I won't, unless you want me to, but I hope you won't report me.  I'll take myself off your case if you won't report me."

"Just get me back to my room," he growled.

"Yes, sir."

I got him back to his room and into bed, made sure he was comfortable and then I left.  At the door I said,  "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow.  I'll report to Joe first, to see if I'm still on your case." He didn't say anything, didn't even look at me, and I left thinking I probably would not only not be back on Conner's case — I wouldn't even have the job. 

To be continued...  

Posted: 01/30/15 rp