Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 15:36:14 -0400 From: paul paris Subject: The wheelchair Part 2 This is a story from the imagination. The writer has nothing to do with this story except he wrote it. It contains the secret love that is had between a disabled man and boy/s he came to know. It was something he never set out to do but life has strange twists and turns. I have the copyright so if you wish to uses this story then do please ask. Any fee-paying sites will not be allowed. The contents are illegal in some countries so do please take it upon yourselves to check. If this story is not your kind of thing please do leave now and enjoy Nifty's other offerings. Nifty has a great deal to offer and I appreciate the opportunity to have my stories published. I am lucky to have people who help me because I am dyslexic. Although not in the league of some of the writers here I do my best. I have proofreaders who do check my work but it would not be me if it were not as raw as I write. Many thanks to the people who have sent encouragements I appreciate that. So let get on with it... The Wheelchair Chapter 2; Touch not go. I think that there is a crack in the ceiling? Maybe a touch of paint combined with a mixture of colours would make all the difference. I think a light brown tint with a soft pink tone would add to the clarity of beauty. The smooth sensual skin look would after all give the credibility of a happy, erotic resting place for my body... I could see my wheelchair close to my bed but had gotten back into the old ways of my life and let myself go. I know that my will power to keep going was taken from me when Steve had made his miraculous recovery. He was human again. Friends were easy to find. It was as if I was there when everyone else had something to do. I was a stopgap for him. It made things worse when he would turn up brimming full of love. I was in bed sometimes but that never stopped him from coming in to complete the act of love making as though it was just another action of a perfectly normal day. You may have realised that because I had seen Steve go from disabled to an able bodied boy. I had little control of the strong friendship as I had before. He was catching up on things that he had been missing; I could not be part of that. The health officer visited me from the hospital that told me that I looked in a poor way. "What do you expect from someone who has little chance of doing anything except making sure that I never got compression sores or callouses on my hands. I am alone." Ed, remember him? Well he encouraged me to go back to the pool and get some exercise. I hated every moment, but agreed just to get him out of my hair. Steve was pleased I was doing something. He had a friend while he was racing called Aran. He needed every friend he could get. It was a Friday after school when Aran's dad collected him. He rode in the back of the station wagon. Today was different. The wagon had a blow out and Aran was thrown out. His dad skidded; the wagon ran over Aran's legs and arm. He was paralysed. That night Steve was very upset at remembering Aran and how since he had started to walk and recover his friend had virtually ignored him. It was wonderful to comfort him. His body close to mine naked and hungry for love. It showed all the true feelings we had discovered together. Steve was able to move quite well now so his agility became very important as we began to find the new side of love that the disabled needed and the normal, dare I say, could give. After talking about Aran I managed to get into bed with Steve. I was so practiced at the art of going through the motion of kissing every part of his body. I would start at the toes gently move up until I managed to engulf his penis and balls in my mouth using my tongue to feel every vein, muscle and different textures of the skin. Because he could manage to open his legs I would rest my hands either side on his thighs. As if I were doing press-ups. My mouth would drop so that my lips would encircle his erection and I wo! uld begin pushing up and down taking in the full 4 inches. I could tell this was a clear indication he was getting older because I had done this before with no ill affects but now I could feel his thigh muscles rock hard. The cock gently tapped the back of my throat causing an involuntary spasm as if I was going to be sick. I did enjoy immensely sucking my boy's stick of rock candy. At times I thought I could not only feel but I thought I could see it grow as I sucked. It was not dirty but I would see the skin become whiter each time I lifted up. On one very special occasion I dribbled so much that a finger traced the falling saliva down the crack of his bottom. Steve thrust harder into my mouth as I did that. I would like to have understood why holding a boys erect penis in my lips was so good. As I have mentioned I was a sportsman. Sex and stuff like that was the furthest thing on my mind. I saw many boys and men nude, naked what ever you want to call it. I even had showers with them but not until a disabled little boy called Steve came into contact with me did I have any type of feeling what so ever. Okay I will be honest I was so jealous. I would see in my mind Steve running arm in arm with another and feel so upset. I would want to shout at him asking for an explanation as to why he went with another after we had been together for the time he had no one. We had sex for god sake I wanted Steve and he wanted me. Why did this have to change so much. It's pathetic really. Perhaps you know why I loved him so? I nuzzled my way to his groin trying to allow my lips the intake of new pre-pubescent skin. Steve lay with his arms outstretched and legs apart. I was happy with the feeling of power this gave me. I wanted Steve more and more. I had not realised that because of all the work I had been doing to him Steve had made a move to me. His hand gently twisted and rubbed what was until then a soften tube that I urinated from. The sensations started. I began to suck on the head of Steve's penis because it had come out from his foreskin. I tasted the tantalising drips of liquid that came from him under no apparent control. I gathered speed not because I was told but because it seemed the right thing to do so we could both get enhanced feeling of what we were doing. I suddenly heard a deep sigh and like a shower faucet my mouth was sprayed with a fine mist of sperm. The penis thrust forward at each movement allowing the spray to become less and less. I came as Steve finished. Soaking in sp! erm rather than clean up I was given a towel and I watched him clean himself. I did get clean and was happy that Steve let me dress him. It was quick really because briefs and shorts followed by a tee shirt and sandals took far less than you would think. I got a wonderful hug and kiss then through the shout of "can I come over after school tomorrow?" he was gone. I wish he had stayed for that little while longer hut all boys who have things to do would be to busy to be with an adult. Funny, a little while ago I was the only person who he wanted to be with. Could the love be slipping maybe he was getting bored of what we did. I just wished he would say. Ed had made me feel a little guilty so I did go to the hospital hoping to swim. Ed though thought I needed something to lift my spirits so while I was in the pool a few people in wheelchairs joined in. I was asked to keep look and help as I had Steve. It was at this time I came face to face with Aran. He was 12 and a happy enough boy but like most in the wheelchairs frightened of water. I tried the same trick as I had with Steve but I failed miserably when Aran knew what I was up to. I told Aran that his friend Steve told me to say hello. He was angry. I was puzzled but the next words brought it all back. "Since he can walk now I never see him. He thinks he's not as good as we are. I wish I had never met him." I knew how he felt but my heart said different. I told Aran how I got to know Steve and what happened on the day he began to walk again. I mentioned all what we had done, well most of what we had done and how happy he was to stay with me while his mum been working. "I ! have to stay at home because dad is sure I will get hurt more, even seriously. We managed a pleasant time I suppose together, Aran's dad was a strange person and I could see full of anger. I managed to introduce myself as a friend of the cripples because I was one. It was clear he did not know how to take that. Ed spoke to him and told him all about the reaction I had on Steve. "Can you get my son to walk, can you?" Whoa, whoa this was something I could not deal with. "Please I will do anything just make him walk." He began to cry. It was then I heard the whole story. Aran's dad war wrecked with guilt over something that could have easily happened to anyone. With a hand on his shoulder I explained what happened to Steve and how because his disability was all in the mind kindness was something better than pills at achieving his recovery. Aran had both legs broken, his hip was fractured, cuts and grazes to many to count but the worst was three twisted disc's in the spin that had! to be fused back together, Although in one piece his mind was far from that. He had to allow his mind and body to exist in the same time frame. That sounded good. It was true though his back got injured so brain said, "Oh this is serious." Now better brain is still saying "Oh this is serious even after it going to be better." I did not know what to say. I wished I could get better. "Can you get Aran walking again?" I sighed deeply. "It will only work if he wants it to." Yeah I know Doctors talk rubbish to shut people up. I was fed up with hearing all that. My brain said this kid needed a friend. I offered to help but could not promise anything. Dad was pleased but Aran was not. He was cantankerous about anything to do with his health. He argued with his dad and ED but never with me. We had a heavy heated discussion that lasted well over an hour. I could not quite put my finger on what was really being said by Aran until a few words outshone all the rest. "You cannot hurt me anymore by making me do this." I looked at Aran. With a loud voice I said, "So what else is your dad doing that makes you hurt. The accident will never ever leave him; he is regretting allowing you to ride in the back of the truck. But I bet you insisted. It's not his fault but idiots like you who make parents lives a misery when they don't get their own way." Now have you ever been in a position where you just wish that a great big hole would open up and swallow you? I did right at that minute. Aran's glare said it all. I looked back "So do you want to try and give this walking thing a go or will you be like me and waste away to nothing, doing nothing, but feeling sorry for yourself each day?" Come on now, everyone who is reading this, us Brain surgeons have got to show that we know what we are talking about and talk a great deal about aerodynamics. All who laughed, whets aerodynamics? Right, so the challenge was laid down. Have you the guts to try and get yourself into shape and walk. I knew I was really talking about me but I did not have the get up and go so maybe young Aran did. I was now in a full-scale war of words with young Aran. Ed pulled dad back and watched me take on the master. "Tomorrow be at my place and we will get started." I then went at full speed in my wheelchair disappearing through the doors. I tried to think! for a long time if I was right but a call from Susan brought me back to reality. She had another late shift so could Steve stay overnight. I told her that Steve now had his own key so that would be fine. Well I was thinking about Aran so Steve would be a big help. He managed to give me all the little details as well as me telling him what Aran felt like since Steve had started to walk again. It was almost 1am before we went to bed. It was never mentioned about who slept where because we just had each other. For the short time together it was just as if we were part of the same person. I would hug Steve all night and even though naked I could take things as far as I wanted or like tonight just hug my smooth skinned lover, it was quite alright between us. At 9am the next morning Aran arrived and I was still in bed. Steve let him in and they greeted like long lost cousins. Aran was told where I was and I did not know what to do because as he arrived Steve removed his gown and dived back under the covers. Aran looked as the naked boy sat cuddled up against me. "This is the man who made me walk and I love him dearly for giving me my life back." He got swift smack on his backside t! hat echoed through the laughter. Aran was not comfortable looking at Steve and I in the same bed. I told Steve it was his turn to make breakfast so he just took off for the kitchen. Aran followed him. I could hear them both chatting away while the coffee was brewing. I called Steve to get his robe but was ignored with " I will be getting a shower soon so I will get it later, alright cripple." I laughed. Steve had used the one word that made me feel silly. Shower. No! See now who is being silly. It was the cripple. The day before I had made love to Steve. The cripple had him groaning in pleasure so last nights hugging meant something more than words could ever say. For about an hour Aran was part of the love we had for each other. Why I wont ever know, I did not care that he knew about us. I know he could not understand it all but I did not want to lie to young Aran about what Steve and I had found in each other. As Steve got dressed to go I got a special hug and kiss that Aran witnessed. Steve hugged Aran and was gone. I did not take long to try to get Aran to talk about the accident. He was not too happy about that however he wanted to know more about Steve and I. I did a brief explanation pointing out that we had a lot of trust in each other and that had turned into love. "The rest just happened." The awkward questions came next. I did not know what to say about this but wished Steve had stayed to have a boy talk with Aran. This was no boy talk though Steve and I were lovers .In the eyes of the law a situation that was a crime to happen but in our eyes nothing was wrong at all. I did feel sorry for Aran because he said he could and ! would never be able to have the kind of love Steve and I had. I asked him why. "I will never be able to walk so would have nothing to celebrate the love for." I ruffled his hair. "You don't have to walk to love. If you can care about what you do and who you do it with then love will find away." I held his chin so he could see my eyes. I planted a kiss on the tip of his nose then gave a hug to show him I cared. If Aran had said anything other than thank you I believe that I could have fallen in love with him as well. I had mentioned that Aran was angry with his dad. Well the anger had spread to almost everyone. His aggression expressed itself in many ways. I sat with him trying to get him to write down the things that made him angry most of all. I had done this in the deepest depths of depression so thought he might benefit from it. Dad took the brunt of the anger. He was the one who hurt Aran and he had it stuck in his mind that dad was happy seeing him in pain so the love if their was any just never manifested itself. That was very deep for a child to have going on within him. Because of the accident he would never be loved ever again by anyone so it was easier for him to be angry all the time. I tried to tell him how some people managed to settle and find care and friendship. "Hey look at Steve. We are the greatest of friends and have a special love for each other that only people in wheelchairs could ever find. When he started to walk we still had each other and our love meant so much! ." Aran looked at me and said, "I could see that when I got here. I doubt that it would ever happen to me." I wondered just what made this kid emotional. I sat on the large sofa I had beckoning Aran over to join me. He did come at his own pace. Sitting next to each other I asked Aran what made him think he was not loved. "Dad never has the time and I have no friends who last long. I saw you and Steve my mind wish that one-day something would happen to me that would stop me feeling so fed up with life and hate everyone who is happy. If you believe Aran that love is that simple then I can prove you wrong. I thought long and hard about how to deal with this situation. I told Aran that he was to choose what to do. I wanted so much to lead the way and just get into bed hoping he would follow. Yes it was a silly thought but the only way I could show Aran just how easy it was to share the love between us wheelchair bound people. I got a soft drink and made my way to the bedroom. I managed with ease to get on it. I waited to se if Aran would come to find me or if he would be happy on his own. While a read a book I saw the small green eyes pop around the door. I waved for him to come in. Although he was so very shy he did come quite close saying he was not sure about this. I held his hand and squeezed it. There was no feeling shown in his face, as I got closer to him. I managed to get him onto the bed giving him the biggest hug I could give. I sat back looking at him. I took the chance that he may want to go further so started to undress. "If you do not want me to carry on all you ha! ve to do is say." Shirt off I pretended that my trouser belt was to difficult to open so asked for help. Aran willingly undid and opened the belt. It was when I looked at his face that I took things to the next stage. "Aran, come on lets me show you that some people do love you." With my trousers undone I heaved Aran until he was comfortable on the bed. I was going to speak but thought my actions would say more than I needed to. I slipped his trainers off followed by his socks. I told him "say stop if at anytime you want me to." I did keep asking if he was scared or worried about what was happening or what might be going to happen. Aran just lay quiet. I knew I had to get him involved. I knew he was twelve so as pure a virgin as ever. His head rested upon the pillow. The medium length hair draped all over it. Some even covered over the shine of those beautiful eyes. I moved it out of the way so that we could look at each other as my right hand singly unhooked his trousers, pulled down the zip making a loud noise as it did. I wondered just what Aran thought would happen so whisper some things to him to let him know. "Shall I undress you young Aran?" He looked at me giving the answer "If yo! u want. Okay I want you to undress me, please." Aran tried to move on his side. When he managed it his small voice said, "Will this be all right?" I smiled and answered "it will be but only if you want it to be. I would like a wish." I got a worried look from him as I explained that I would love to do with Aran what I had been doing with Steve. Understand? He did not know it all but he did see us naked in bed so I hoped that this would give him the idea for my wish. I slipped my trousers off with Aran's help. It was easy from then on to disrobe him from the jacket, tee shirt and trousers. I was so happy to be with a boy once again. Aran nude except for his white boxers. I was almost the same. "Aran I would like to make love to you." Dam I had gone to far. I immediately retracted my comment saying I was sorry. I agreed it would have been nice but Aran was too special to destroy the friendship that we had just made. "Aran do you know how to kiss?" He laughed but nodded yes. I moved forwards until our lips touched and the suction begun. He was a good kisser for sure but what surprised me was he was quick to insert his tongue then moving it around while allowing pretty constant moans to escape every time he took a breath. Aran started on his learning curve by touching my chest. He was far from an armature. I tugged on his boxers while he did the same to me. Both naked we rubbed our bodies together. The friction between us managed an almost i! nstantaneous erection for us both. I remember Steve's first time and mine for that matter. This was different. Aran whispered to me "Lets make love then but you will stop if I ask wont you? I have never thought that after being in a wheelchair for so long something would happen that would make me feel so good. Teach me to be happy and let me feel as good as I never have done before." I lifted Aran slightly to hug him as I did Steve. Aran's penis was big but not in length. I held it as we kissed again. Laying on his back I touched the full length of his body. I could feel he was becoming more responsive with every touch I made. I laid down and this let Aran after a struggle get close to me. His hand, far from being an expert, stroke as best he could. He was fascinated with my cock and the abundance of hair I had. Aran was smooth all over but it did not stop him becoming sexually eager to please. "I want to suck you." It was me that did that at first, however, Aran had made his ! way to the top of my legs and took my penis into his mouth. Back and forth he moved and with every suck I would tell him just how much I felt about what he was doing. We both did a quick move and ended up in each other's arms. Erections stiff and sharp as swords fighting for the chance to get relief. The kisses brought us even closer together so it was then I think we both told each other that we were in love. Aran on his back with me sitting across him. This was no mean feet especially us cripples. I needed to masturbate him and give him the feelings he had not had for most of his life. Holding the penis I was gentle at retracting the skin. His forehead began to show the small droplets of perspiration that had started to form because of the sexual intensity we were both reaching. I was pulled down and kissed with one of his special kisses. I could feel at the same time a finger start to play with the hole in my bottom. I was rubbing enthusiastically until the force of sperm that left his penis amazed me. His head shook and the body quivered while the eruptions of powerful feelings shot through his body. Not one drop of his seed was seen and his cock was completely dry. I on the other hand was very wet and it took just one touch before I came between us covering the parts of him that were dry to my touch previously. I held tightly onto the boy who had today been a willing part of l! ovemaking. I talked for some time in the afterglow of us Cumming. Aran was so happy to have been part of this. He wanted to know more but I thought sleep would be best for us. We had the rest of the day but for the next few hours we both climbed into each other's arms and drifted into the perfect land where we had both found a different love but again it did feel as though it was right. During the time we rested I managed to touch every parts of Aran's skin I enjoying this as he did. Early as it was, the time that passed while we rested allowed our minds to remember all that had happened. It was so nice to have a friend want to do the things we had done together. His body was clear from hair and no sign of the accident could be seen. Aran pointed to a small scar that could not have been seen unless shown. The growth of the body associated with puberty was clearly visible. I dressed him slow, enjoying every moment. I was about to dress when Steve came in. He saw me in bed and A! ran very close by without his socks. "Oh this looks fun." Aran smiled with me close behind. Even though I managed to get an arm around Aran I was still naked. Steve on the other hand did not want to be left out so my other hand was busy administering my love to him, the other to Aran. I bet no other disabled person could wish to be feeling so much intense pleasure and love as I was at that moment. Once upon a time a disabled cripple went for a walk in his chair. He came across a house that used to be his but was now the home of two others. The man said, "That's a nice looking bed to lay in." A boy said, "That's a nice looking bed to lay in." then another boy who still had his wheelchair said "that's a nice looking bed to lay in, as long as someone helps me out of this." Someone did and they all laid in the bed together. I was not goldilocks but after the boys and I were together we were All Three Bare So Steve and Aran had been helped but there was one lad called Joe. He was a paraplegic. Paralysed from the neck down but desperate to be wanted, as he had been disowned. Could he be helped? Well it was... You better let me know