Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2011 08:08:14 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good
or bad are welcome and all will be answered.

                                                Part One

   I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal
Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment as a Second Lieutenant. My name is
Bryan Shorthose, and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school
as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst
I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the university where
I studied Military History.

  I wasn't the first of our family to join the Guards for my Grandfather
was a Colonel, serving in the First World War until he retired, followed by
my father who fought in the Second one. Though when the war ended, he
resigned his commission, that of being a Captain, and started up his own
business. Why he chose to make mannequins for retail shop windows, I don't
know, but that was what he did and made quite substantial profit out of it.

   He wanted me to join him to later take over the business, but I didn't
fancy that idea and opted for the army. With my degree from the university
plus my family connections, I was able to join the Guards.

   We lost my mother while in was in my early teens and so she never saw me
on graduation day or of my passing out parade to which my father attended
both. So shortly after my twenty fifth birthday, I joined my new
regiment. I was assigned to be in charge of Baker squad with Bernie being
my sergeant and Tony being the corporal, though then, they were always know
as sergeant and corporal.

  We did training exercises, parades and manoeuvres for over a year and got
on very well as a squad and I was quite pleased when I was made up to being
a full lieutenant. Though I was still known as Sox to the senior officers
but lieutenant to those beneath me in rank.

                                                         *

   There was trouble out in Iraq, and that was where two of our battalions
were sent, me and my squad being in the second, were flown out there during
my second year with the regiment. We were stationed near Khanaquin, close
to the Iran border, about one hundred miles North East of Baghdad, to
patrol the road that some insurgents were using to cause trouble in Iraq.

   I'd only been out there for a week before I was called into the C.O.'s
office to be told that my father had been killed in a road accident, and I
was being given compassionate leave to return home to see to his burial. It
was a bitter blow with me being so far away, but I went and saw to his
funeral, me being the only relative left. It was sparsely attended, being
mostly employees from his little factory and a few neighbours, but it went
off well and I thanked each and everyone that attended and later got to
speak to his manager at the factory.

   In spite of the death of my father, he was quite pleased when I told him
that I would make him the managing director of the company and that I would
give him a free hand as long as it continued to show a profit, along with a
substantial raise in his own wage packet.

   It was a miserable time for me, wandering around the empty house that
I'd grown up in, now having lost my last living relative. The solicitor
made it quite clear that all that my father had owned now belong to me. The
business, which I've already spoken about, the house and all the monies
that were in the bank was now mine. But that's no consolation to losing
your father who I had hoped to make him proud of me in my role in the
Guards. So it wasn't long before I returned to my battalion out there in
Iraq. It didn't take long to get back into the routine and learning what
our role out there was.

   We not only patrolled the roads, but some of the small villages just off
this beaten track. It was in one of these that we ran into trouble that
changed my life and a couple of others, they being my sergeant and
corporal.

   We were bivouacked in tents, a short distance from Khanaquin, and I was
summoned to the command tent and told that I was under the command of
Captain Foster who would be leading us on a patrol through a village that I
cannot for the life of me now remember what it was called. I relayed the
order to Sergeant West and the squad was ready when we set out on that
fateful morning.

   Captain Foster was leading us with me bringing up the rear of this
staggered column of eleven soldiers. We were roughly ten paces apart as we
walked through this small narrow street between adobe type of
dwellings. Sergeant West had been called up to the front by the captain and
was told to tell me that when we left this narrow street, we were to split
apart into two sections on the next road which was quite wide. He, the
captain, would lead from the left while I was to follow up at the rear on
the right.

   The sergeant duly passed this message on to me and I called Corporal
Meredith back to pass on the instructions as to our deployment when the
road opened up into this bigger street ahead of us. Meredith was still by
my side when the sergeant moved forward and was about the fourth man in
this irregular line when he stopped and knelt down in the dusty road and
seemed to sweep the dust with his hand. Everybody kept on moving, passing
him by and Corporal Meredith stopped to ask him what had he seen. They were
like that when I got up to them with the sergeant still kneeling down and
the corporal standing up next to him when it happened.

   There was this bloody great explosion and I felt as though I'd been
kicked in the head as I was blown arse over tit and lost consciousness at
that point in the proceedings amidst the swirling dust and debris.

                                                        *

   I think you can appreciate my bewilderment when I finally woke up, which
was three days later into a world of utter darkness. I panicked and didn't
know then that I had been blinded by the explosive that had been triggered
off by one of the insurgents we had been looking for. It took another
couple of days for me to fully realise what had happened to me and boy,
didn't I cry. Well it was some sort of crying for all I could utter were
dry sobs for I didn't then have any tear ducts left.

   Nor eyes. Well sight really, for I still had my eyes but all the optic
nerves had been severed by a piece of shrapnel that had entered my head on
the right hand side and passed through doing the damage and exiting on the
left. Fortunately, it hadn't touched the brain or nerve centres going down
the spinal cord, if this could be called lucky or not, it was a debatable
thing as far as I was concerned.

   I was blind and there was nothing that the doctors who had attended to
me could do anything about. My life and career were ruined in that
explosion. My life then was at its lowest ebb and I was wishing that I had
been killed outright like the others. That was my thoughts as I wallowed in
self pity and gave no thought to the surgeons that had worked hard to try
to save my sight but only managed to keep me alive, though they did manage
to repair the tear ducts.

                                                         *

   It was a few days more before I learned that I was in an army hospital
in Cyprus, having been flow out of Iran with two other survivors of this
blast. They being Sergeant West and Corporal Meredith. The other members of
our squad, including Captain Foster had all been killed outright with just
us three being the survivors.

   Sergeant West, by the pure fact that he had been kneeling down and
protected somewhat by other members of the squad who were in front of him,
didn't get hit by any of the shrapnel that flew over him. But he still
suffered by having both of his ear drums perforated, leaving him completely
deaf.

   Corporal Meredith suffered like me after a fashion. He had been standing
up as the shrapnel flew outwards, one piece catching him in the throat and
on passing from one side to the other, severing his vocal cords. By the
time he was operated on, there was nothing they could do to replace or
repair the vocal cords in his throat which didn't survive the blast. The
exit wound, which was on the left hand side of his neck and lower face,
left him really disfigured with the shrapnel entering his lower throat on
the right hand side and exiting just below his eye on the other side.

   So there were the three of us, survivors from death but with our
disfigurements that left one of us deaf, one of us dumb and me being the
one that was blind. God what a mess! It was hell lying there in bed, not
being able to see who was attending to me in respect of the feeding and
cleaning me up after my ablutions. I could talk which was more than what
Corporal Meredith could do who was in the next bed to me.

   We must have looked a pretty sight with both our heads covered in
bandages though Meredith had to have tubes into his throat for means of
giving him food. At least I could talk and ask exactly what had happened to
us and that is how I know what had transpired.

                                                          *

   If was a few more days later that Sergeant West came and visited us as
he was about to be sent back to England. His voice was rather loud as he
spoke, not being able to hear himself speak, which transpired to be the
usual event of a person who has lost the power of being able to hear the
sound of his own voice. He told us that he was, the next day, being sent
back to England and that he would look out for us when we were deemed fit
enough to be moved back too.

   It became very confusing when I could hear what he was saying but he
couldn't hear my replies. Tony, the corporal, could hear and see him but
couldn't speak to answer him even though he wouldn't have been able to hear
him anyway. We made a right threesome!

   Anyway, Bernie departed for England and that left just Tony and myself
in our separate room. I understood that we were left together for at least
I could speak to him and he could hear me even though he couldn't reply. I
was confined to my bed for I was not familiar with the layout of the room
without the means of sight whereas Tony was allowed, finally, to get up and
move about.

   With him being mobile as it were, we then developed our means of
communicating with each other in this fashion. He would take hold of my
right hand and with an extended finger, spell out the words he was trying
to convey to me. He would spell out the letters of the alphabet on my palm
and at the end of each word he would cross the outer edge of his hand
against my palm to signify the end of that word. Well he soon got the hang
of abbreviating his words, like he would only use the letter U to mean the
word you. He would draw an exclamation mark when needed as well as a
question mark when wanting an answer which he could hear okay. Though where
he got the idea of using the Spanish form of a question by beginning the
sentence with the sign of an upside down question mark, I don't know.

   The other alternative was that if anyone was there with us, he would
write down what he wanted to say or ask on a pad and that other person
would then relate what he had written for me to reply. This was his means
of communicating with me when we had the attending nurses seeing to us.

   Even though I couldn't see him, it was a comfort when he took my hand in
his and used his fingers to etch out the words he wanted to say to me. I
found that he was in a similar state of mind as I was in the fact that he
had lost the power of speech and couldn't use the normal means of conveying
his needs and thoughts. But as I've said, it was a comfort to me to have
him holding my hand in these times and means of him talking to me. I didn't
know then at how much he had become attached to me until later.

                                                        *

   It was another couple of weeks before the pair of us were flown back to
England where we were transferred into another hospital to be checked
over. Both of us now having had enough time to come to grips with our
disabilities and therefore it didn't come as a surprise to learn that we
would be discharged from the army due to the wounds we had received.

   Even so, it was a bitter blow to me, having decided earlier that I
wanted to make the army my career and it was now over. What did I have
left? Nothing! Okay, I had a business that I couldn't run, though it was
giving me an income. A house that I didn't really want to spend the rest of
my blinded life in. So what was there left for me?

   A sort of answer appeared in the form of Bernie, our old sergeant who
came to visit Tony and myself in our hospital. It had become common
knowledge that we would be discharged and it was for him too. So it was him
that came up with a suggestion that we moved into a flat that he'd been
allowed to have for a period of two months. The three of us survivors of
the mine that had destroyed our careers and left us disabled and out of the
army.

   At this offer, I felt my hand being taken by that of Tony and had him
write on my palm.

   `Bry,' (his abbreviation of my name Bryan), `Say yes!' He'd not only
held my hand but was giving it a squeeze, and so I gave my reply that I
would accept his offer. Tony evidently wrote down my reply and Bernie
beamed at this and shook our hands and told us in his loud voice that it
was a flat that was owned by a friend and he'd been given permission to use
it for two months. This would give us time to settle any differences
between us and see if we could live together with our concomitant
disabilities.

   Though the first thing that was made clear was that Bernie would have to
try and bring his re-sounding speech level down to an acceptable level
instead of shouting. Both of us could hear what he was saying but it was
down to Tony to write down what both of us wanted Bernie to know but it was
left to them to be the eyes for me. This would be the hardest part, them
getting into the routine of putting everything back into the right place so
that I could find whatever it was I wanted.

   It was here that I had to make quite clear that I would pay my way in
respect of all the food as I couldn't be expected to cook and I would need
help in the cutting up of my meals. This was agreed to and so on our
discharge from the hospital, I was assisted with the help of Tony, into a
taxi to take us to the flat where we would be living. I was getting used to
having Tony escort me everywhere we went, even to the extent of leading me
to the toilet whenever I wanted to go. But with us now moving into what
would be our future living space, albeit for only two months, I would soon
learn to find my own way around as long as they didn't start moving things
about.

   Outside, it was different. Here, Tony would help me in this fashion. He
would be on my right hand side, holding my arm just below the elbow while I
had a white stick in my left hand. He would guide me by movements of his
hand on my arm. He would give me a slight push when to turn left or pull it
away to turn right. A squeeze was for me to stop and a forward movement to
go in that direction. It would be a double squeeze at a kerb or steps and a
slight pull down would mean to step down or an upward movement to move
up. Obvious really and this is how we moved while in the hospital and found
that it worked outside as well. I think it was the white stick that made
other pedestrians aware of my blindness and so had very few collisions with
other people.

   It was with some misgiving when we arrived at this loaned flat to learn
that it only had one bedroom, which meant that two of us would have to
share the pull down sofa which turned into a double bed. With me standing
there somewhat bewildered, it was Tony who wrote out that both he and
myself would take the sofa while Bernie, as a friend of the donor, had the
only bedroom.

   This was conveyed to me by the use of Tony's finger tracing the words
onto the palm of my hand. I had to accept what had been agreed for Bernie
had already agreed to this quite vocally.

   When it was suggested that we go out to do some shopping for supplies, I
backed down and said that I would prefer to stay behind to get a feeling
for the flat by moving around, touching everything to get to know the
place. They agreed to this and went off on a shopping spree for which I
gave them enough money to buy what we would need.

   It then hit me at how much I was dependent on these two friends to help
me with my disability. I couldn't go shopping. I couldn't cook a meal. I
couldn't even help clean up the flat. The only thing I could do and that
was to wipe my own arse after having had a crap. I sat down and sobbed. Not
crying, for I still at that time, couldn't produce tears and they were just
wracking noises that came from my throat at the helplessness of my
condition.

   It took me several minutes before I could get myself back into some sort
of control and then set about exploring the apartment, feeling my way
around. Doorways into different rooms from the lounge. One obviously being
the kitchen, then the bedroom and the bathroom. This latter being the one I
had to remember the most. I also found out in my blind wandering that we
would be having our meals in the kitchen. There being a table and four
chairs in the middle of this room.

   I managed to do several voyages around the flat to get a rough outline
of the place, not bothering to find light switches for obvious reasons
before the pair of them returned, laden down with a quite diverse
assortment of goodies.

   I was quite pleased to be able to find my way first into the kitchen
before them as they unloaded the bags that they had brought in with them. I
was told to sit down and I heard the cork being pulled from a bottle and a
glass of red wine was put into my hand and told to drink and stay there
while they cooked dinner.

   In a way, it was nice to just sit there, drinking my glass of wine while
they prepared the food for dinner, knowing that I didn't even have to help
with the washing up, though I did get round to doing this in time.

   The only drawback at this time between us was the means of
communicating. We, that is Tony and I could hear what Bernie said, but it
took time for Tony to write down either his or my reply to any question
that Bernie had asked. This led on to a convoluted and time consuming
discussion as to how we should overcome this defect between us. It wasn't
solved over dinner that evening but it was at a later date. That being that
we enrolled in disabilities classes where both Tony and Bernie would begin
to learn sign language. Bernie taking on another course of lip reading
while I took on the learning curve of Braille. But that was in the near
future. I also bought later, a laptop computer for Tony who could then
quickly write down what he wanted Bernie to know or say to me.

   I can't say that our first dinner was a success, for neither of them had
any real skills in the cooking department, but it was edible. Tony had sat
down next to me and cut up my meat for me and it seemed that he pointed to
every item on my plate and conveyed the message across to Bernie to say to
me what was where on my plate. I learned that Tony had pointed to every
item and it was Bernie who said where it was. I didn't even have to refill
my glass for Tony was there to fill it for me.

   I managed to eat my dinner, though I found it easier to use my spoon
when it got down to the last remnants of my plate and quite enjoyed the
meal and sat back with some pleasure to hear them doing the washing up
between them while I drank my coffee.

   With the meal over, we went back into the small sitting room and I had
to sit in a chair while Bernie showed Tony how the settee reverted into
being a double bed. I could hear Bernie telling Tony where the sheets and
blankets were and heard this sofa being made up into the bed where Tony and
I would be sleeping.

   With it being our first day there and what with having to do the
shopping, I judged that it was quite late in the evening, so it was quite
right for it to be bedtime. Bernie said his goodnights to us in his still
too loud a voice and heard him move out and the bedroom door shut. I felt
my way round this now converted sofa and didn't even ask Tony which side of
this sofa bed he wanted to sleep on as I got myself onto the left hand side
as you would see it from the foot end.

   I took my clothes off, just dropping them onto the floor and got into
the bed naked, not giving any thought to wearing pyjamas or the like, and
settled myself down. I could feel the other side of this bed being moved as
Tony got into bed on the other side.

   The two blankets we had on the bed didn't really seem enough for I found
out that the flat didn't have central heating and it wasn't a warm
evening. So I didn't mind when Tony nestled up to me for us both to share
our body warmth, fitting us together like two spoons in a drawer. I was
lying on my right hand side and had him up close and didn't object to his
arm coming over my side to hold me.

   It only registered in the morning that he had gotten into bed naked too,
for I came awake to feel that he had an erection and that it was pressing
up tight to my back. I gave no sign that I had felt this when I moved and
he came awake and a moment later, felt him leave the bed and guessed that
he was off to the bathroom. He was gone for several minutes before he came
back and it was then that I got out of bed and got dressed and went to the
toilet myself.

   Now whilst we had been in the hospital, I found having a pee was quite
okay as they had urinals which was easy enough to find and use, but it was
much harder when we only had a toilet bowl. My first time using this had
found that I peed more onto the floor than into the bowl, so soon adopted
to sitting down for a piss and therefore not spray all over the place.

                                                        *

   Bernie finally surfaced and between him and Tony, got us breakfast. It
was after this that we discussed what we should do with learning at how we
should overcome our disabilities. Again, I declined to sally forth into the
outside world with them to go off and find out what they could to help us.

   They were gone so long that I tried to get myself something to eat at
lunchtime and made a complete mess of the kitchen as well as of the meal I
tried to prepare for myself and finished up eaten a rough kind of sandwich.

   It was with abject apologies that Tony conveyed through Bernie for
leaving me so long alone and saw to giving me something more sustainable
till dinner. This was a better meal that the previous evening and the wine
went down a treat with me carefully feeling my way through what I was
eating. Mind you, I was still cursing under my breath at not being able to
see what it was I was taking in, but at the same time, thanking those two
for helping me in this means of staying alive.

   Again, it was late when we had eaten and after the meal, it was time for
bed. As before, I stripped off, not knowing then that Tony was watching
ever move I made as I divested myself of my clothes before getting into the
converted sofa. It wasn't long before he was in bed too, cuddling up to me
again in our spoon like fashion. Only this time, I felt that he had an
erection and it was pressing up to my back. I ignored it and a few minutes
later, I felt him roll over onto his other side.

   He must have thought that I had fallen asleep for I felt him move again,
but onto his back this time, and I knew damn well from his body movements
that he was jerking himself off. I even heard the slight rustle of tissues
that he used to catch the expelling of his semen.

   The fact that I had felt him jerking himself off had given my own cock a
reason to rise and I then realised that this was the first time I had had
an erection since our debacle in Iraq. But I lay there on my back, now
stroking this first tumescence for a long time and waited until I thought
he was asleep before beginning to use my hand on myself.

                                                         *

Date: 15th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                                   Part Two

   It was a sudden shock to feel his hand cover mine that was moving up and
down on my shaft, pulling it free and turning it over as he moved onto his
side. His finger came down onto my palm and he began to write on it.

   `Let me do it for you,' he wrote, using his abbreviation. `You'll find
it more enjoyable.'

   I was too gob smacked to reply and he took my non verbal reply as assent
and I felt his hand take hold of my erection and begin to jerk me off with
a steady rhythm. I could do nothing but give out a sigh and relax at having
this erotic feeling of having another hand do this to me. It didn't take
long before I started to reach my peak and with a stiffening of my thighs
blurted out. `I'm nearly there and I haven't got any tissues handy.'

   Of course he couldn't reply to me and with him then moving on this sofa
bed, felt him moving down and I then got another sudden shock as I felt his
mouth cover the head of my cock as his hand kept on with the up and down
movement, squeezing it as he carried on in his jerking me off.

   I was aghast and gave out a mewing kind of cry as I felt myself come,
feeling the sperm force its way up to erupt, not into tissues, but into
Tony's mouth that the lips of which were now firmly clamped under the head
of my now pulsating cock.

   I couldn't help that my hips jerked up as I came, filling his mouth with
my seed as it burst forth from my cock. Myself full of different emotions
of having my cock where it was and an erotic thrill of being sucked in this
way. Feeling the suction that seemed to literally pull my sperm out though
it would normally erupt anyway. But it was the fact that it was into
another man's mouth that made it that more stimulating as well as being the
most erotic feeling I'd ever had.

   Now I'd only ever been to bed with two women up till now and neither of
them had ever sucked on my erect cock and now wished that they had done so
for me to find out if they would have been any difference to it being a
woman doing it to me instead of the male that was now attached to the head
and sucking and swallowing the seed that I had just filled his mouth with.

   I just lay there gasping for breath, unable to utter any words at the
most wonderful sexual experience I had ever had. I could do no more than
grasp Tony's head and stroke the hair and shudder again at the last suction
he gave to the head of my cock before he released it, for me to feel the
cool air waft round the exposed flesh.

   He moved his head up my body and I'm sure I felt his tongue tracing a
line up till his face was nestled into the joint between my shoulder and my
neck where I felt his lips kiss my neck. As I said, I had no words to say
as his hand then followed up my body from my lower stomach until it reached
my chest and I felt the words he finger wrote.

   `I luv u!'

   `You can't!' I managed to get out in a strangled voice.

   `I do Bry.'

   And he then began to trace words on my chest that are now, deeply
inscribed in my heart.

   `I luvd you the fst tim I saw u. Wen you join reg I fel in lov wiv u. I
couldn't help myself. U wer the man 4 me.' And I felt his body move further
up and felt his lips press themselves against mine in his kiss.

   From this point on, I think I will stop using the abbreviations of his
words but put them into what we describe as being proper English, though he
even began to abbreviate words into just letters, like for I love you,
which he frequently used, became ILU.

    He then carried on tracing his words onto my chest.

   `When you first arrived in our battalion, I fell in love at the first
sight of you. You were the man for me, I said to myself. You were the man
for me! I've never been with a woman, having come from an orphanage where
it was only boys together. It was just that you had the poise and bearing
of a proper man and...and I couldn't help myself but fall in love with
you. Please...Please...Though I cannot say the words now. Believe me when I
say that I love you and hope. Yes I hope, that you could come to love me
too. Let me be your eyes, to see. Let me be the one to lead you through
thick and thin. Let me be the one that you can lean on, or crush if you
will. If not, kill me, for I don't think I could now live without you!'

   If I'd been able to shed tears, I think I would have at this abject
declaration of love from one man to another. I was helpless in this world
of darkness and this young man had now brought light into it. Do I say yes
to him or spurn this love? I reflected on the two women that I'd once had
sex with. Would another woman take on a blind man and give herself to me
with such a declaration as Tony had just done?

   There again, what woman would take on a mute such as Tony along with his
facial disfigurations? We were in a cleft stick and there seemed to be only
one answer.

   `Tony,' I choked out, not wanting to say the wrong thing, yet knowing
that no woman would go with me now. `You flatter me beyond belief. I'm
blind! I'd need looking after twenty four hours a day. It's too much to ask
of anyone.'

   He interrupted me by slapping his hand on my chest and came up with what
was already in my mind.

   `What woman is going to want either of us. Me mute and you blind. If
ever there was a union made in heaven, it's between us two. I'll be your
eyes and you will be my tongue.'

   Such was his pleading and what it would be to be with this young man who
had professed his love for me, what choice did I have?

   `So be it Tony. I can't in all honesty say that at this time that I love
you, but maybe that will come in time. If you love me as you say you do,
maybe I will come to love you too.'

   He moved his body up mine and I felt his lips press against mine as he
kissed me and I must say that I responded and kissed him back. My mind then
went into some kind of shock that I had actually kissed another man. A man
that had said that he was in love with me and would take on the role of
being my eyes if I would be the spokes person.

   But I had responded to his kissing of me! Did this mean that I was
willing, nay, able to take this other young man to be my lover? What did
being in love with another man entail? This I was to find out later. But
with him in my arms in the darkness of the night which was now perennial to
me, would he look after me in this love that he professed?

   `I think I know what you are thinking,' he wrote on my chest. `I will
look after you, come what may, and you can make love to me at any time you
feel the need for relief,' he wrote as he began stroking my cock and was
able to bring it up to another full erection. I didn't stop him from once
again going down the bed and taking the head of my cock into his mouth and
let him get on with using his hand to bring forth the eruption of my sperm
into his waiting mouth. I heard him give a snuffling sound at this coming,
filling his mouth with my semen, feeling his suction as he pulled out all
what I had to give from that source.

    He lay in my arms afterwards and told me via his finger, that he'd been
brought up in an orphanage where it had been a common practice for the boys
to experience sex in this fashion between them. The other aspects of this I
didn't find out until later.

   So after only our second night in this flat of Bernie's friend, Tony and
I became lovers, but that was only in a verbal conjecture at this time,
even though he had gone down on me.

   Fortunately we were not engaged in this loving as described when Bernie
burst into the sitting room the next morning, full of the joys of
spring. This was the to be our first day of attending class in me beginning
to learn Braille and them to start the use of hands as the means of
communication.

  It was as difficult for them as it was for me in the learning of the A B
C in our respective lessons, and I think we were all glad when our sessions
ended. Though it was back in the flat that we tried to help Bernie in his
lip reading technique. I couldn't see what was going on and it was only
with the help of Tony writing down words that Bernie would say for me to
then repeat them for him to start to get the gist of what we were trying to
achieve.

   I must say that it was a good exercise in learning on all our parts of
using the Queen's English in the proper fashion. Being very precise and of
the using of the mouth to be able to say the correct words that could be
read by the other party, that being Bernie.

  But even that was very trying with Tony having to write most of it down
for Bernie's sake and then for him to speak the words to me for me to then
repeat them, Tony doing likewise in this respect. It was this that prompted
me to tell them to get this computer and gave them a cheque to cash at the
bank. Tony filled in the details and directed my hand that held a pen, to
the right place to sign. I trusted him to have put the right amount down,
realising that I could really be fleeced if they wanted to cheat me. I
later got the bank to phone me to confirm the amount written on a cheque
when it was later presented for payment.

   I was quite glad when it was time for dinner, for it then meant that I
would shortly be going to bed with Tony again.

   It wasn't long after the washing up of the used plates and dishes, which
I took no part, that this was all done and cleared away and it was time for
bed. Bernie said his goodnights but not hearing my reply or understanding
Tony's hand signals, as yet, that he departed the sitting room for Tony the
set up the sofa into our bed for the night.

   As usual, I had to wait until I got the hand signal that the bed was
ready did I strip off my clothes and fumble my way into the bed and under
the covers. Tony was quick to follow and he was soon cuddling up to me, his
hand moving down to fondle my prick and play with it until it was up and
hard. I gathered that this was his highlight of the evening in bringing it
up to a full erection.

   His technique changed slightly by the fact that he would take hold of my
throbbing cock but kiss me first on the lips before starting to move down
my body, kissing his way down till he reached what he was seeking. Though
this time, after a brief kiss on the head of my cock, he nibbled his way
down the stem of my shaft and I felt him move under and couldn't stop the
gasp when he took the sac of my balls into his mouth.

   With one hand firmly holding my cock upright, his tongue roved around my
balls and moved them about as he sucked on each testicle in turn, actually
making some of my sperm seep its way out of the eye of my cock. It was very
erotic to say the least and now loved it when I felt him take the head of
my erection into his mouth and work his magic with his tongue that could no
longer utter words but was now being used to some effect.

   With my foreskin rolled right back, his tongue would tease the G string
while his teeth gently scraped the bare flesh as his hand moved firmly up
and down as he worked away at giving me incredible pleasure in having this
done to me.

   I would gently hold his head as it bobbed slightly on me as my hips
began to buck and came with some force into his mouth and had him lick me
clean after I'd finished and him swallowing the contents from my balls. It
then became his pattern to slowly move back up the bed, kissing and licking
my body until his lips met mine in a kiss.

   He wrote the usual words that he loved me on my chest again and I
suppose I wasn't really surprised when he took my hand and moved it down to
feel that he was up and as hard as an iron bar. My hand automatically moved
and my fingers curled round his shaft, feeling the heat of it as it
throbbed away as I firmly grasped it. He rolled over onto his back as I
moved onto my side and began to jerk him off, giving back somewhat, what he
had done for me.

   I heard and felt some tissues being placed over the head of his cock as
his hips began to buck and could feel the semen moving up on the inside to
fill the tissues that he was holding over the head. I heard the exhalation
of breath come from him that would really have been a sigh if his vocal
cords had been okay as he had his release and felt quite pleased with
myself for having done this for him.

   I felt the hardness start to leave his cock and with, I must admit, some
reluctance in letting go of him and moving back up the bed to lie next to
him. He couldn't move over me quick enough to give me a multitude of kisses
before writing on my chest, u wunful man. You wonderful man.

   With that, he snuggled down, his head resting against my shoulder as his
arm came across my chest to hold me tight to him, and we drifted off to
sleep. This became our pattern for the next two weeks.

                                                        *

   We had now been in this flat for three weeks now and had not yet given
any thoughts as to where we should live next. We'd spoken about how well we
seemed to be coping with each other with our disabilities but not of our
future accommodation.

   This gave rise to my own house which was in Windsor, quite some distance
from where we went for our lessons in Braille and hand gestures, and was
quite sure that it wouldn't be suitable for us. It was a detached house in
about two acres of ground and had four bedrooms, a dining room, drawing
room, a study as well as a kitchen and other facilities. Though it was my
real home, I was now loathe to return there to live because of the memories
plus the fact it was too big and had stairs. But it would fetch a good
price on the market and should give me enough to buy something more modern
and not have stairs.

   With this in mind, I contacted my solicitor who was on a retainer for
the business that was mine to meet me at the house with the view to putting
the house on the market and at the same time, look for a decent place for
us to live further into London.

   So at breakfast, I broached the subject of us going to see my house and
my ideas for the future of the three of us to which they agreed, and so we
went there the following day. They agreed with me that though the house was
great, it would be a drag to have to keep travelling up to London and
accepted my suggestion of another place to live.

   While I had my solicitor take away all personal papers for him to check
to keep anything in regards to the business and destroy what wasn't
required. Also to arrange to have the contents put into auction and the
house put up for sale, all the proceeds to be put into my own personal bank
account. He was also to get a member of his staff to look for a place for
the three of us somewhere in London, giving him a time span of exactly
three weeks.

   I let the other two roam over the house to see if there was anything
that they thought would be suitable to keep for our new place. This we had
decided would be a flat having three bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, a
lounge and a kitchen big enough for us to have our meals there instead of a
dining room. Nothing really caught their eye so our new place would have to
be completely refurnished.

   Well satisfied with the day's work, we returned to where we were
presently staying where we had dinner before going to bed. Tony was all
over me with our future plans and couldn't go down on me quick enough. I
gave myself up to the pleasure of him sucking and using his hand to raise
me up to eventually come in his mouth for him to swallow before licking me
clean. He also liked me using my hand on his erection and bringing forth
his sperm, albeit into tissues. This being followed by his kisses and
vowing again his love for me.

                                                          *

   It was two weeks later that the solicitor told us of three places that
he wanted us to inspect with a view to buying, which we did, though I left
it up to the other two to make the final decision with them knowing my
needs and requirements. The one that was acceptable was in a new complex in
Chelsea that overlooked the river Thames, the only two drawbacks were, one,
that it wasn't on the ground floor but on the top, what you would call a
penthouse, and second, it was leasehold.

   With it having two lifts, this was then acceptable as well as it being
leasehold as that would last longer than my predicted life expectancy, so
it was agreed and this was then bought but paid for by my company which
would then be rented to us three.

   I set this up in this format because we now, through our Social worker,
as well as seeing to us getting our disabilities pension, we would also get
housing benefit to which this latter, turned out to be exactly how much the
rent would be. I wasn't quite sure how legal this was but the solicitor
said that it was okay.

   After viewing the place, well the other two doing this, describing
everything as we toured the flat, we visited a furniture store and selected
all that we would need. This would be delivered after the place had been
fully carpeted throughout. It had been decided that my bedroom would be the
first one off from the lounge and I let Tony pick my king size bed plus all
the linens required. We kept all the furniture of the flat to a minimum to
make it easier for me to move about once it was in place and me to remember
where it all was.

   We got it all sorted out in one day and it was promised to be ready for
occupation on the day we were required to quit the flat that we were
presently staying in. In spite of our disabilities, we were a happy three
and instead of cooking dinner, we went to a restaurant, my first time since
being blinded. I still had to have Tony cut up my food and tell me where
everything was on my plate. It was a lovely meal and we left quite happy
after also having drunk at least a whole bottle of wine each.

   Bernie said his goodnights to us, his voice now down a few decibels as
Tony prepared our sofa bed for the night. It had been a tiring day and was
glad to strip off and get into bed and relax, though I think I was more
than just relaxed with what happened in there.

                                                      *

Date: 16th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                                 Part Three

   Tony, as usual, snuggled up to me, kissing my shoulder and stroking my
chest before moving his hand and taking hold of my now erect penis, knowing
that he was going to go down on me. His hand feeling cool as opposed to the
heat of my now throbbing piece and got the usual thrill as I felt his hot
mouth take in the head. His tongue worked its magic on the G string after
pushing the foreskin right back as his teeth gently chewed just below the
head as he sucked at the same time.

   My hand stroked the hair of his slightly bobbing head as he saw to me in
this fashion and wondered at the pleasure he received in doing this to
me. Was it the act of having a man's penis in his mouth to chew and suck on
or was it the taking in of the sperm to taste before swallowing? These were
my thoughts as I bucked my hips and gave him the contents of my balls which
he was fondling at the same time.

   What a glorious relief it was when I came, feeling a lassitude come over
me as he took it all in to savour before swallowing, and then having him
lick all over the exposed head before finally letting me go to come back up
the bed to kiss me.

   I now really responded to his kisses, giving him kisses in return, our
mouths parted as we let our tongues play with each other, but now it was my
turn to give him some relief and lessen the hardness of his cock that was
pressing into my side.

   I pushed him over onto his back and took hold of his erection and slowly
began to move my hand up and down, feeling the silken skin that covered the
hard flesh move as easily as a well oiled piston. Now I'm blaming that
bottle of wine I had drunk though I think it was my mind telling me that I
should give him the same pleasure that he gives to me that made me move
down the bed and, for the first time, take another man's penis into my
mouth.

   I felt his body stiffen as my mouth closed over the head of his cock,
feeling the heat of it as well as his pulse rate. With my lips, I managed
to push his foreskin down as he did to me and used my tongue to sweep
across the bare flesh, finding the piece of skin that attaches it to the
flesh. His body trembled as I teased this string loving the feeling I got
inside me at pleasing him this way.

   I remembered then to move my hand at the same time as I sucked on this
rubbery flesh. I'm doing it, my mind cried out to me! I'm actually sucking
on another man's cock, and found that I was enjoying it! But was unprepared
for what followed, for he suddenly erupted in my mouth, almost choking me
at the force that his sperm came out, hitting the back of my throat causing
me to cough as it slid down. But I managed to keep my mouth closed over the
head as another few spurts came out of the eye. This I managed to hold
there till his hips stopped jerking and I felt his thighs relax and knew
that he'd finished coming.

   I now had a mouthful of his sperm and knowing that I had to swallow it,
for some inexplicable reason, closed my eyes that I couldn't see with,
before I actually drew a deep breath and swallowed. It wasn't as bad as I
thought it would be and felt quite proud of myself in managing to do this
without choking.

   Then lifting my head up from his now steaming cock head, licked him
clean, getting a real taste of his seed and found that it wasn't at all
unpleasant and now my mind was asking, did he enjoy it as much as I did
when he did it to me. This I found out when I'd finished and moved back up
the bed to find his arms come round me as he took me in a big hugging
session as well as getting more kisses that I could count all over my face
and neck.

   `You wonderful, wonderful man,' he wrote on my chest, though abbreviated
as I've already shown you. `I love you more than ever now that you've
pleased me with what you've just done.'  There wasn't anything that I could
say to this. Did I love him as he said that he loved me? I wasn't quite
sure, but my feelings for him were increasing day by day and I suppose that
I was becoming close to loving him, but as of yet, it was words that I
couldn't say.

                                                         *

   We had another week to go before our flat would be ready for occupation
and I was getting bored with trying to come to understand Braille. In the
evenings, Bernie, I was told, would read his book that gave out all the
hand signs in place of speech. Tony would be getting to learn all about
using a computer while I would listen through head phones to my small
radio.

   My chief pleasure in life now was going to bed at night and having Tony
suck on me and after having now once done the same to him, couldn't wait to
go to bed and do it again. Which we did that night, and for the second
time, went down the bed and took him into my mouth to have him come in
there for me to swallow and once more get to taste him. Plus all the kisses
I would get afterwards.

                                                        *

   Waiting those last few days at this old flat was driving me mad and so I
got the other two to take me out to the shops. I'd already spoken about and
got a telephone installed in our new place which was for me, it being of no
use to either Bernie or Tony. Bernie had said that he would like a
television and Tony wanted a printer for the computer, so we finished up in
a store that sold these items. What I wanted was a disc player so that I
could either buy or rent audio books for me to listen to. We were a strange
trio in there, Bernie showing a card that said "I am deaf but can speak",
and Tony's card said " I can hear but not speak". I didn't need a card when
I was carrying my white stick for my disability was obvious.

   With me paying by credit card and them knowing of our afflictions,
agreed to deliver them to our new address in a couple of days time. I must
say now that though I paid for most things, they both put half of their
disability pensions into a fund to help with the buying of food, and paying
of our utility bills, our housing allowance automatically going to the
landlord of our new place, i.e., my company.

   I even splashed out on buying all three of us some new clothes though
not much for me as I would be spending more of my time at home than the
other two. We finished up having our dinner in a pub restaurant for even
though we didn't go to many shops, it still took all day. I restricted my
drinking to only having two glasses of wine instead of a whole bottle for I
didn't want to finish up as an alcoholic.

   Being outside all day was okay for the other two but rather a strain for
me and it made me tired and was glad to get back to our flat. Though to
tell the truth, I couldn't wait to go to bed with Tony for another sex
session. So as soon as the bed was made up and Bernie having gone to his
room, I quickly stripped off and got naked into bed. Tony was soon in there
with me and kissing me as he stroked my chest.

   `Move down the bed a little,' he wrote on my chest.

   `Why?' I asked.

   `Just move down the bed and you'll find out,' he replied. `You'll like
it.' So I wriggled my way down as he pushed the top covering off of us,
feeling him move about and was suddenly surprised to feel his lips on mine
but upside down as he kissed me. It was in this upside down position that
he slowly moved down the bed, kissing and using his tongue on my body as he
moved until he was lying down next to me.

   The head of my erection, which was lying up ready against my stomach was
the first to feel the hair on his head before he moved that little bit more
and I felt him take it inside his mouth. How hot it felt as his lips closed
over it and felt his tongue work its way under the tight foreskin, his lips
pushing it right down to expose the flesh. I loved this, feeling his tongue
rove over me, making me shiver.

   Then came the shock of feeling his erection brush against my cheek and
suddenly realised why he was in this upside down position. So I turned my
head and took the head of his cock into my mouth, glorying in the fact that
he was already sucking and teasing me and that I could now do the same for
him at the same time.

   I worked my free hand up to hold the base of his shaft and found that it
would be easier by lying on my side and so shifted to this position with
him doing the same, neither of us letting the others cock slip out of our
greedy mouths.

   What heaven I was in! Having him sucking on me and me being able to do
the same to him at the same time. It was fantastic. I was now able to copy
him in all that he was doing to me. The moving of the tongue over the
exposed flesh, the gently rake of teeth causing both of us to shiver at
this erotic movement, my hand moving firmly but slowly up and down the
moving skin that covered the hard muscle beneath. Though I couldn't see
what I was doing, I could picture it in my mind and thoroughly enjoyed this
form of coupling.

   In having this new experience, I was soon beginning to move my hips
towards his face as I felt my sperm begin its surge upwards and came in his
mouth. It must have triggered him off for a fraction later I felt his come
up its tube and flood my mouth, well it appeared that way. My hips were
bucking slightly as I sent more into him and had him doing the same to me
so that the head of his cock was awash with sperm and I felt the suction
from him as he swallowed my coming and I then did the same, quite pleased
that I was able to do this now without choking or letting him go.

   What a grand euphoric feeling that came over me at the sucking on him
and taking it all in like this and at the same time having him doing the
same to me. I liked this way of us both being able to do it together at the
same time.

   The air felt cold when he released the head of my cock as he then used
his tongue to lick all over the top before giving the top a kiss when he'd
finished. I copied him in all this and couldn't wait for him to turn round
on the bed and move up into my arms for our wet mouths to meet in a
passionate kiss.

   I couldn't help myself from saying `I love you Tony,' when we broke off
the kiss to take deep breaths, for I had really liked the way we could now
have sex together.

   He moved off of my chest to be able to write, `I love you too Bry as you
know. ¿Did you like the surprise?' I briefly wondered where on earth he
learnt to use the Spanish form of putting a question by using the question
mark upside down before the actual wording. It made sense for it showed me
right at the beginning that he was asking a question.

  `Yes,' I replied. `I didn't know we could do it like that. It was
wonderful.'

   `I'm glad that you enjoyed it for I certainly did,' he said, snuggling
up to me. `Also that you've come to love me as I love you.'

   `That's because I've found that I couldn't get along without you now,' I
said, giving him a kiss, not in the least ashamed that I was kissing
another man, a thing that I thought would not have been possible before my
being blinded. This was something that I had never envisaged when I was a
man in a man's world, the army. But here I was, in bed with another man,
having kissed and sucked his cock and felt happy with him in my arms,
feeling content and could now live with my disability.

                                                         *

   I was woken up with a kiss from Tony before he got out of bed to use the
toilet and I stretched out and waited for my turn in there. When he
returned, I went off naked to the bathroom as I usually did, not bothering
to get dressed until after my ablutions. He'd already left the lounge when
I returned for I could hear he was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready
for us.

   This was to be our last day in this pokey flat and I think the other two
felt just like me, wanting to get to our new apartment. It showed in the
restlessness of the three of us, not seeming to settle down. Bernie cursing
as he tried to study his books and sign language. Tony banging the small
table that held the lap top and me not really following the story of my
audio book.

   It was still early in the evening when I shut down my cassette and told
Tony to tell Bernie that I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He told me
later how he conveyed this to Bernie. He tapped him on the arm and pointed
to me and gave a yawn and held his hands together and laid his head
sideways on to them to indicate that I wanted to get some sleep. He also
pointed to himself and did the same.

   `Good idea,' Bernie said. `I can't wait for tomorrow,' which was the
feeling that both Tony and I had too. So with him leaving the lounge, I
heard Tony preparing the sofa into our bed and got undressed and in as soon
as it was ready.

   `¿Are you really tired and want to sleep?' he wrote on my chest when he
was alongside me.

   `No,' I said with a grin and turned on my side and kissed him. He
returned the kiss as his hand moved down and found that I had a full
erection which he held onto as he moved and turned his body round on the
bed, me moving myself down to give us both room to be upside down to each
other. I felt his erect cock brush my face and grabbed it and quickly took
the head into my mouth as he did the same to me.

   Was I becoming a slut at avidly wanting to suck on him and have him
coming in my mouth, to taste, savour and swallow? Yes, I said to
myself. You liked having it done to you and what you were doing was giving
back the same pleasure. And it was a pleasure to feel his tongue teasing
the erogenous area of the G string as I copied his movements. Also the
gentle chewing of the head and the sucking. It was really something when he
took his head up off my cock and felt him take my balls into his mouth and
it nearly made me choke on his cock. To feel them being moved about in this
fashion as first one was sucked and then the other before he took both in
to keep rolling them about in there. And how erotic it was when he let go
of them and began to nibble at the underside of my cock as he worked his
teeth slowly up until he took the head back into the heat of his mouth.

   It was too much for as soon as his hand began to move on me again, I
came. Boy, did I come or not? It didn't seem to stop shooting out of me as
his lips clamped even more firmly round the head, taking it all in.

   I had copied him again in the sucking of his balls and the nibbling of
his shaft, and like me, as soon as I took the head of his cock into my
mouth, he came. With both of us bucking our hips, holding the base end of
the shaft to stop the ramming of the cock going in too far, took the
contents in until we both seemed to relax at the same time and I felt that
extra suction as he swallowed my come and I did the same.

   With a euphoric feeling, I licked all over the flesh of his cock, taking
in the last residue of his sperm to really taste him before finally giving
the head a kiss and releasing him. Having had the same done to me, he moved
round again and we put our arms around each other and kissed open mouthed
to then get a taste of each other's sperm as we did so.

   I knew now that I did indeed love Tony. Not only for his company during
the day but the pleasure we both could have in this sofa bed at night. So
much so, that an hour later, we did the same again before finally getting
off to sleep.

                                                         *

Date: 17th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                                  Part Four

   We were all up early next morning and after our breakfast, the other two
cleaned up the flat and packed what little food we had left to take with
us. Plus our clothes and other stuff we had collected over our stay and
soon piled into a taxi and went off to our new apartment.

   As I have already said, this was in a complex in Chelsea, and it was of
six stories and had two lifts. Each floor had four apartments, two, one
being ours, overlooking the Thames and the other two looking over to
another building on the opposite side of the open square.

   On the ground floor, what would have been another apartment, had been
remodelled into a single bedroom apartment for the caretaker and his
wife. As part of the contract, each apartment had to pay a certain amount
each month for the upkeep of the building. I don't know how much for this
had been left for my solicitor to sort out and pay the amount from the
company. The caretaker was also our handyman as well as being there for
security as well as seeing to the refuse of which bags were provided for
and each kitchen had a chute for sending the bag down to the bins in the
basement. The wife saw to the regular cleaning of the small corridors on
each floor as well as the stairwell, all this being carpeted.

   Alongside their apartment was a utility room, i.e. laundry, that held
several washing machines and tumble driers. She also, for a small fee,
would do our laundry and ironing which helped us enormously.

   After we had signed the contract and bought the place, Bernie, on my
behalf, had given the caretaker fifty pounds to see to our apartment being
carpeted properly throughout and being given a plan of the rooms as to
where all the furniture was to be placed. Knowing that I was blind, he knew
the reason for this. He also made sure that all the delivery men took their
shoes off when entering the apartment so as not to dirty the newly laid
carpets.

   This regime we followed too, that shoes, like the Japanese, were all
taken off in the entrance hall and slippers or not, worn inside. Another
task of the caretaker was to, every morning, drop our daily newspaper
outside our door with any mail that had been delivered.

   We finally arrived there and left all our things downstairs for the
caretaker to bring up as we went up in the lift to our new home. It was
grand to have the door opened and we went inside, taking our shoes off. Me
taking my socks off too, for I wanted to feel the new carpet with my bare
feet and toes. It was lovely to walk over this soft and furry carpeting
instead of the threadbare thing that the other flat had down.

   The inside was described to me by Bernie as we went into the lounge off
the small entrance hall, telling me where every piece of furniture had been
placed, taking me to each in turn for me to touch and fix in my mind where
it all was. Two armchairs either side of the fire place which held an
electric fake log fire and a two seater sofa facing it. Off to one side of
the fireplace was the television set on its stand. There was a small round
table in the middle of the room with a bookcase against the wall opposite
the fireplace. I had this bought for apart from the personal papers being
removed from my house before selling, I had all the books removed for later
being transferred to here. Though I wouldn't be able to read them myself,
the other two could for most of them were reference books as I did, when I
had lived there, loved doing crossword puzzles and had insisted that our
newspaper had a decent one inside where Bernie could read out the questions
for me to answer or Tony to write down what he wanted after looking up a
possible answer.

   The dining room, which we didn't really want but was there, had a table
for six as well as a sideboard for china and cutlery etc. It also held a
drinks cabinet.

   The kitchen had all mod cons as well as a table with four chairs. It was
also here that the chute was for our refuse. What I didn't mention was that
in the lounge, one whole wall was of glass that looked out over the river
with doors that opened onto a terrace which had a table and chairs as well
as two loungers for us, well them really, to look over the river at the
other side of London.

   My bedroom came next, it being the first one off of the lounge and it
was furnished as I wanted it. Sparse but enough. A king sized divan bed
with two small table cabinets either side, a chest of drawers and a
wardrobe. It had an en suite bathroom with the usual facilities inside. The
other two bedrooms were the same as mine though they did have a little more
than I had.

   Tony guided me around, letting me measure my paces to picture exactly
where everything was as Bernie started putting things away as the caretaker
brought them up. With this all done, Tony got the laptop out and as Bernie
called out what foodstuff we required, he entered these on the computer. I
added in what I think we needed and Tony added what he wanted. The
caretaker had given us a telephone number of a store that did home
deliveries and so with the list in hand, Bernie dialled this number and
passed the phone to me. This was how we worked with Bernie then reading the
list off to me and I passed these over the phone being the only one able to
answer any questions from the store. They took my credit card number which
I knew by heart and was promised the delivery the following morning.

   By the time all was done that needed to be done, it was time for
dinner. I was sat down at the kitchen table with a glass of wine while they
got dinner ready and when it was over. I stayed seated with a cup of coffee
while they did the washing up.

   When back in the lounge, I sat down of the sofa while Bernie turned on
the television to try and find the right buttons on the remote to get that
little figure of a man in the bottom corner, using his hands to convey what
was being spoken. I was tired and badly wanted a shower and so I stood and
turned round to face where my bedroom door was and let Tony guide me there
so that I could count the steps and would therefore be able to do this on
my own. I gave his hand a squeeze as I thanked him and told him to say
goodnight to Bernie for me as I went in.

   I missed the bathroom door by a foot on my first try but was soon inside
and stripped off and found my way into the shower for a good and proper
wash, something that I'd been unable to do at the last place. It was
lovely. Finding the soap dish and shampoo to wash and afterwards finding
the towel rack to dry myself.

   I was soon in bed, naked as usual, and lay there for an hour running my
mind over the layout of the apartment, repeating many times the amount of
steps between various doors and the spaces that was safe for me to walk
through.

   I heard the muted sound of the television cease and guessed that Bernie
and Tony were going to their bedrooms now. I mused at how strange it now
felt to be in a bed on my own once again and found that I missed having his
body lying next to me. To feel his hand stroke my chest and then move down
the bed to suck on the erection that he aroused. Just having the thoughts
of this made my cock swell up as hard as a barge pole.

   I must say that being blind definitely enhanced my hearing for I heard
my bedroom door open and quietly close. The lower part of it sweeping
across the carpet and it made me sit up.

   `Who is it?' I asked, suddenly realising how foolish this was for if it
was Bernie, he wouldn't hear me and if Tony, he couldn't say. Without
getting a reply, guessed it was Tony and heard the whisper of feet crossing
the carpet and so was prepared when a hand came to my shoulder which gently
pushed me onto my back and then felt Tony's fingers move across my chest.

   `Bry. ¿Can I get into bed with you? I tried in my own room to settle
down, but I missed you being beside me,' he wrote. He must have read my
mind was my first thought, quickly followed by the thought of us having sex
again together.

   `Of course Tony,' I said, moving to one side and pulling the bed sheet
down. `I was thinking the same thing, missing you too.' I heard the whisper
of cloth and guess that he had been wearing a dressing gown before coming
in. The side of the bed sank a little as he got in beside me and turned to
me and pulled my head down a little for a kiss. I returned the kiss as I
rolled onto my side and felt that he had an erection too as they both
clashed before settling against our stomachs. He needed me as much as I
needed him though I didn't know how much he wanted me at that point until
he broke off the kissing and pushed me onto my back so that he could write
again n my chest.

   `Bry. I want,' he began and then wrote three crosses on my chest to
indicate a cancel of words. `Bry,' he started again. `Can,' and again came
the crosses which showed he was in somewhat of a turmoil to try and say
what he really wanted to say, but was having difficulty in finding the
right words.

   `Bry,' he began again and I was surprised to feel some tear drops land
on my chest. `I've told you many times now that I love you and you have
said that you love me. Could,' a pause. `Could you,' three crosses
again. `Will you make love to me in the only way that one man can love
another. I need it! I need you inside me.'

   I was gob smacked! I'd heard of some men doing this and now here was
Tony asking me to fuck him!

   `Tony. I...I don't know what to say. I...I've never thought or done this
sort of thing,' I stuttered, feeling that my face must be a bright red.

   `There's always a first time Bry,' he wrote. ` It's not an uncommon
thing that a man shows another man how much he loves him by offering his
body to the one he loves, and I'm offering mine.'

   `I...I'm flattered, really flattered Tony, but it's ...I've not done
this before and not sure if I can,' I stammered again.

   `¿Have you ever been with a woman?' he wrote.

   `Yes.'

   `Well it's almost the same, only tighter. It's done doggie fashion. Both
men on their knees,' he wrote. `I love you and need you. It's been a long
time since I've had sex in this way and that was only a one night stand. I
didn't love the other man but I needed what he could give me. I need you
now. Please! Please make love to me in this way.'

   It sounded, if that's the right way of saying it, that he was begging me
to fuck him. His hand was now stroking me and I came up into a full
erection. Could I? Should I? Will I?

   Well you've already sucked on his cock, a voice in my head said, so why
not do as he asked. Do you love him enough as he loves you to do this for
him?

   Will he want to do the same to me, I asked?

   Probably, the voice said. But see to him and if he enjoys it, well,
let's wait and see.

   `Okay,' I said to Tony, and had him then move over and kiss me.

   `Thank you Bry. Get upright on your knees and leave the rest to
me. You'll soon know what to do.'

   He rolled away to let me move down the bed and get up onto my knees, my
throbbing cock sticking out in front of me.

   `Should...shouldn't I wear something?' I stammered. `We don't want to go
and get you pregnant,' making a weak joke of it. I felt him move back on
the bed and felt his finger write on my chest.

   `I went and bought some condoms hoping for this moment. Now keep still.'
And I felt him move and gave out a gasp as I felt his hot mouth close over
the head of my erection and he gave me a quick suck before releasing me. I
then heard a wrapper being torn open and a moment later, felt his hands
rolling this rubber down over my penis.

   He then let go and I felt him moving on the bed and felt his feet brush
alongside my legs as he moved backward on his knees to me and I flinched
when I felt the head of my cock touch a cheek of his bum. I next felt his
fingers touch my shaft and from the angle of them, guessed that he had his
hand up between his legs and he moved my cock to one side and then leaned
back a little to hold it where it was. This I guessed to be the entrance to
his backside. Automatically, my hands went up and placed themselves on his
hips, wondering what kind of picture this would look like with us in this
position.

   With me kneeling there like a statue, it was only the slight backward
movement of his body told me what to do now, and so with a deep breath,
held his hips tight and pushed my own forward.

   I felt the resistance that his body was giving, but still pushed and
suddenly felt the head of my cock enter him. Not just the head but as much
as I could moved into him till my thighs came up tight to the cheeks of his
bum.

   I gave out a gasp at the heat and the tightness of the orifice that I
had my cock in, feeling his inside muscle flexing around it. It felt good
and had that muscle squeezing me as I slowly pulled back till just the head
was inside him before pushing back once more. Now I began to really move my
hips backwards and forwards in my fucking of him and found that I was
enjoying it. Tighter than the last woman I had fucked and got much more
feeling in the doing of it.

   I tried to picture myself on my knees behind the kneeling Tony, moving
my hips back and forth and seeing my cock move in and out of him. It was a
blurred but enjoyable scene that my mind conjured up and I liked this
fucking of him.

   I kept a firm grip on his hips as I moved, moving faster as I felt
myself nearing my peak and finished up by ramming myself tight up to his
bum as I started to come.

   It was just my hips jerking tight up against his bum as I shot my load
into the condom in his backside, holding tight to his hips, my fingers
digging into the flesh until I'd finished. Only then relaxing my grip on
him as I came to a stop. Feeling drained inside but exultant that I'd been
able to do this. My whole body structure relaxed as I moved back to sit on
my heels, feeling my cock slide out of him, glad now that I had agreed to
do this to him.

   I felt the bed move as he moved and heard the whisper of tissues and
felt his hand cover my cock and felt the condom being pulled off. Next, I
had his mouth once again on the head of my erection and felt him sucking
and licking me, finding out later that it was the residue of my sperm that
he was taking into his mouth, his tongue then cleaning me up.

   More movement on the bed as he then pulled me down to take me into his
arms and kiss me all over my face before letting me go to write on my
chest.

   `You wonderful man. Really wonderful and a real man! I love you so much
it hurts and with what you've just done, I love you even more. ¿Did you
enjoy this new experience?'

   `Y...yes, I did. I didn't think I would, but I did. It was great,' I
replied, leaning over and finding his face to kiss, my hand going down to
find that he as hard as an iron bar. Hot and throbbing.

   `Would you like to do the same to me?'

   What the fuck are you saying? My inner voice cried out. My mouth
speaking before my brain was in gear.

   `Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes you darling Bry,' he quickly wrote on my
chest. Too late now, my inner voice said. Let's just hope that it's as
enjoyable taking it as it was giving it. `Just remember that the secret is
to relax your body. Relax. With it being your first time, I think we should
use a little cream. It will feel a bit cold but don't let that put you
off. So go onto your knees while I get a condom and some cream.' With that,
he got off the bed while I assumed the position on the bed, trembling at
what I had let myself in for.

                                                      *

Date: 18th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                                Part Five

   The side of the bed sagged as he got back on and he moved my legs
further apart as he got in between them behind me. I flinched when I felt a
blob of cold cream being put to my backside and really began to shiver and
shake as his hands came onto my hips and felt the head of his cock touch my
rear end.

   As he leaned into me, I could feel my sphincter muscle contracting to
prevent entry and I got a sharp slap on the cheek of my bum and felt his
finger write relax on my back. He pushed again and I couldn't help but try
to stop the entry but it was another sharp slap on my bum that made me jump
a little and suddenly, the head of his cock was inside me. Not only the
head, but I felt the whole length, well nearly all of it, fill my
backside. The heat was almost the same as if taken in the mouth, but his
was fully inside and I could feel the throbbing as I let out my pent up
breath.

   Wow! I can't describe all the different sensations that ran through my
body at having him where he was, they were so incredible. His hands moved
from my hips and slid up the sides of my waist and stroked their way back
to hold me firm again as he began to move himself backwards and forwards.

   I felt every inch of him moving inside me, the cream having helped and I
couldn't control my muscle from constantly flexing itself along his shaft
as it moved in my canal. My mind was in a turmoil because I found that I
was enjoying having him where he was and actually fucking me. So much so
that I found I was drooling at the mouth and also that I was getting
another erection because of certain nerves that were being excited by his
back and forth movements.

   My own body was moving backwards and forwards as he fucked, his hips
pulling me back as he thrust forward, making me sway along to his rhythm,
his movements getting faster. Then with him holding me firm, felt his
thighs really smacking the cheeks of my bum until he went rigid and all I
got was his cock expanding as he started to come inside me. It was at least
six huge thrusts he gave to me in ridding himself of his seed, albeit into
the condom before he slumped over onto my back, bearing me down onto my
front.

   I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he breathed in and out deeply,
and with his full weight on me, could still feel his piece of meat
throbbing inside me.

   Wow, I said to myself again. This and what I've just had was
incredible. The entry was a little painful at first, but the cream and his
movements inside soon dispelled that and he not only filled me with his
cock but also with joy that I had actually proved my love for him by
letting him take me this way.

   He lay there on my back for several minutes before rousing himself up
and I felt his cock start to slide out of me. I couldn't help but give out
a cry. Not because of any pain but just the fact that his wonderful tool
was being taken away from me. He was then out and I felt him move and gave
me another shock by having him kiss both cheeks of my bum before he got off
the bed.

   I heard his movements across the room and guessed that he was going to
the bathroom to dispose of the used condoms and heard some running water
and a few moments later, felt a wet cloth being used to wipe the excess
cream from my backside before being wiped dry with another piece of cloth.

    I then rolled over onto my back and spoke in a rather hoarse
voice. `Tony,' and had to cough to clear my throat. `Tony, that was
wonderful. Can we now suck on each other?' I don't think I had really
needed to ask that question for he was quickly back on the bed and had his
mouth close over the head of my cock and as I moved onto my side, I was
able to wave my hand about until I grasped his still hard cock and took the
head of his into mine. There was still some residue of sperm in his that I
was able to suck out and it wasn't long before I came in his mouth for him
to get my second emission in less than half an hour.

   With us both sucked dry and licked clean, we were soon in each other's
arms, kissing open mouthed in a frenzy and vying to now suck on each
other's tongue. We eventually calmed down and broke apart, both of us
breathing heavily.

   `I love you, you wonderful man and have now proved that you really love
me too,' he wrote on my chest. `¿I didn't hurt you with it being your first
time?'

   `No you lovely man. I didn't think it would be as wonderful as that.'

   I lay there on my back, his hand caressing my chest, his fingers teasing
a nipple, trying to remember how it had been when I last fucked a woman. As
I've already mentioned, I've only had two women. The first I don't really
remember being pissed as a fart at a university party. My only
recollections to that was that I did in fact actually hump a girl. I know
it was a female because she had tits, and I was on top of her, squashing
them. I'm pretty sure my cock was up inside her at the time. What her name
was, I've no idea, nor can I remember what she looked like.

   The second one I do recall. I had not long joined my regiment when there
was a ball. I was one of the most junior officers of about sixty. Many of
the senior ones had brought their wives and some their daughters too, so
there were nearly a hundred people there. Us officers all dressed in our
best uniforms while all the ladies wore a variety of ball gowns. It was
after dinner that the dancing began and I know I danced with quite a few,
some twice. One of these, Stephanie Marlow, about in her early thirties and
wife of one of our Majors.

   It was during our second dance that she kept pressing her body up to
mine and with me seeing quite a quantity of tit, got a hard on. She was
showing so much tit that if she hadn't been pressed so close to me I think
I would have been able to see her belly button, which I did later.

   With her constantly pressing herself up to me, she couldn't help but
feel how hard I was inside my trousers. In movements of the dance when we
turned, her leg would come in between mine and it would press at my groin
for her to feel this and she smiled up at me and licked her lips.

   It wasn't until the dance came to an end, she whispered in my ear that I
was to go outside and she would join me in a couple of minutes. I'm sure I
blushed at this but after leading her back to her table, did as she asked
and went outside. The cool air didn't make my tumescence go down and my
heart was beating faster than normal in the anticipation that she would
come out and we would go somewhere for sex.

   My heart jumped when I felt her touch my arm, not having seen her come
out, and she led me away from where the ball was being held and knew her
way around, for we were soon in the sick bay. There were two beds in there
and after pressing herself up to me and kissing me, feeling that I was
still hard, quickly undid some clips at the back of her dress to let it
slide to the floor.

  She was all woman, standing there in just a wispy bra that was overfull
with her tits and a scanty pair of panties that didn't hide the small bush
of hair between her thighs. She quickly helped me off with my uniform until
I was naked, my cock sticking out like a conductors baton. Then off came
her bra and panties and she took hold of my erection and pulled me to the
bed.

   She fell onto her back, pulling me down on top of her, squashing my cock
between our stomachs as I squashed her tits as she voraciously kissed me.

   Soon, she pushed my head down to one tit, the nipple standing out proud
from the big fleshy orb and I sucked on it as my hand fondled the other
one. After a minute or two, she pushed the massaging hand down towards her
crotch. My fingers soon found the entrance to her sex and found that it was
quite wet in anticipation and with twiddling my fingers inside this wet
orifice, made her squirm about beneath me.

   I must have been doing the right thing for she was soon groaning and
moving her hips about. Again it was only a few minutes of doing this that
she pulled my hand away.

   `Now!' she gasped. `Put it inside me.' She was panting away as I moved
my body down as her legs opened and my throbbing cock slid down between her
thighs as I rose up onto my elbows and moved myself back up slightly, my
cock finding its own way up the slippery trail until I entered her fully to
a big sigh from her.

   Her legs came up by the side of my thighs as I pushed in deeper and felt
her inside muscles begin to flex themselves round my shaft and I began to
fuck her. She was wet, hot and rather slack, nowhere near as tight as Tony
had been, but this I didn't know at the time as I moved myself in and out
in my fucking.

   She crooned away as I shafted her, her fingers digging into my back as I
humped away, her legs tightening themselves against me.

   `Harder! Harder. I'm coming,' she cried out, and I began ramming myself
at her, mashing our pubics together as she began to buck beneath me and
making me start to come inside her. I think we both came at the same time,
me shooting my load as she had her orgasm, and I think we both shuddered at
our release and I fell back on top of her as she held me tight to our now
sweaty chests.

   She gave out a small cry as I pulled out of her, recalling that it now
sounded just like the noise I made when Tony pulled out of me earlier, and
realised that it was because of the loss of a male organ that had just
given one pleasure.

   We quickly got dressed and after another swift but passionate kiss, we
returned to the ball, and that was my only recollection of having fucked a
woman. I never did see her again.

                                                      *

Date: 19th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                                 Part Six

   Remembering this while lying alongside Tony, gave me another erection
and also thought of the difference in the fucking of a woman and that of a
man, the latter being tighter, giving you more feeling in the fucking, but
also her cry of loss at the withdrawal. The same kind of loss that I had
felt when Tony had pulled out of me and felt that I would like to have him
fuck me again.

   I moved down the bed and found that he was up and hard again and guessed
that he was of the same mind as me. I felt his body stiffen when I took his
balls into my mouth and rolled them around in their sac, loving the
reaction. On releasing them, I nibbled away at the underside of his shaft,
slowly moving up until I was gently chewing on the head of his erection. It
was only a quick suck that I gave the head before moving right back up to
kiss him.

   `Will you fuck me again?' I whispered into his ear, something I never
dreamed of ever saying to another man. I felt his finger give me a big tick
on my back and so I rolled off of him and let him get another condom as I
got myself up onto my knees to be ready for him.

   As he got back onto the bed behind me, I shivered again and still
flinched as I felt the cream being put in place before his hands came up
onto my hips. I flinched again when I felt the head of his cock touch and
press up to my backside and took in a deep breath and tried to force my
body to relax.

   It was with one big push that I felt him expand my ring piece and had
him enter me for the second time, loving the feel of his hard cock slide
smoothly inside till his thighs came up tight to the cheeks of my bum. What
a lovely feeling of having that throbbing lump of flesh beating a small
tattoo to my insides and squeezed him with the one muscle I had there. Then
came the pleasure of feeling him move himself backwards and forwards, his
cock moving in the same way, giving me an inordinate thrill at having this
done to me again

   I crooned again as he shafted me, smoothly moving his cock in and out of
me until I felt his fingers tighten themselves on my hips as he began to
pull me back to his forward thrusts, ramming himself tighter to my backside
as he started to come, his hips just jerking away as he did so.

   I could hear his rasping breath as he leaned over me when he'd finished
and felt a few drops of sweat drop onto my lower back. I tried to hold him
there with my muscle as I felt him begin to pull out, giving out that
little cry as the head finally slipped out.

   `Get the condom off and let me suck you,' I gasped, wanting his cock
back inside me, even if it was only the head, I wanted it and wanted the
taste of him. He was quickly off the bed and I heard the rustle of the
tissues he used to pull it off of himself and then felt the head of his
cock touch my lips and I opened my mouth and took the head in, the foreskin
having rolled right back and got that taste I wanted, sucking out the last
of his coming. I licked him clean and gave the head a last kiss before
getting up and sitting back on my heels, my own cock really throbbing now
and wanting to fuck and give him the same pleasure he had just given me.

   It didn't take long for him to get on the bed and give my cock a quick
suck before rolling a condom down over my shaft and move on the bed into
the right position. Knowing what to do now, shuffled up between his open
legs until my cock touched him and felt again his fingers guide me to the
right place.

   I now appreciated the difference as I pushed myself into that tight
backside as opposed to the slackness of a vagina, feeling the head being
compressed and the all round pressure as the shaft filled him till I was
fully inside and my thighs tight up against the cheeks of his bum.

   I now knew that I did in fact love Tony, loved having him suck and fuck
me and able to do the same to him as I began to move and fuck him. It was
only as I was moving myself in and out of him did I realise, having handled
his erection, that he wasn't as big as me in that department and wondered
if he got more of a thrill with me being somewhat bigger than him. Not
having had another man fuck me, I couldn't tell, but his was big enough to
give me pleasure. I really did like the sucking and fucking of him and gave
myself up to the joy of what I was now doing and came with some rather hard
ramming of his backside.

   I didn't realise how exertive it was until I leaned over his back,
feeling the sweat drop off my forehead, panting as though I'd just run a
mile in under four minutes. His muscle fought against the withdrawal of my
cock and I'm sure that if he could utter a sound, he would have given out
the same cry that I did at the loss of a throbbing cock from the backside.

   I fell back onto my heels, still panting as I pulled free from the tight
hole of his backside, feeling him move off the bed and a moment later
having the condom pulled off and him sucking on me.

   `Let's have a shower,' I said when he'd finished licking on me, `for
we're both rather sweaty,' and got off the bed and made my way into the
bathroom, managing to get there without walking into the wall. I even
managed to unerring find the sliding door of the shower cubicle okay and
stepped inside. One thing I was very pleased about was that it was big
enough for both of us to get in there, and had Tony get in with me.

   With the spray on, we could use the hand dispenser to get the liquid
soap out and both had the pleasure of soaping and washing each other, each
taking an inordinately long time of attending to the genitals. We found out
later that it was even possible for one of us to kneel down and give the
other a blow job whilst in there though not for a fuck.

   After carefully drying each other, we returned to the bedroom to get
dressed, well me, for Tony put on his dressing gown and went back to his
own room to get dressed. Dressing for me whilst in the flat consisted of
just a pair of shorts, going out of the apartment was different.

   Which we did later, after breakfast. We went off to the college of sorts
for our lessons. Mine being Braille and for the others it was to learn the
hand signals that deaf people use to communicate with each other, these
being for two hours in the morning. We would have a snack lunch in their
canteen before another two hours session in the afternoon before returning
home, sometimes doing some shopping on the way.

   This then became our daily routine for five days a week though I got fed
up with my lessons and didn't go to finish my course but stayed at
home. Because I missed out on the exercise of walking out, decided and got
the other two to buy me an exercise machine. One with the moving foot belt
that you could jog on. It didn't take me long to know where all the
different buttons were on the console, and I had it installed in my
bedroom. This I would use then for an hour each morning while they were at
the college. Being on my own for the rest of the day, I soon got used to
making myself coffee and something to eat from the fridge.

   I would quite often sit out on the balcony to listen to one of the audio
books and if the sun was good, strip off naked and just lie there in the
sun.

   I went and over done it one day by falling asleep and got really
sunburnt all down the front of my body. Tony, bless him, laid me out on my
bed and covered my front with a soothing cream. This meant that for the
next couple of nights, we could only have sex with us standing up, being
bent over a chair and being fucked in this position.

   It was just as good in this position as doing it on the bed on your
knees. Tony would now spend every night in my bed, only coming in when
Bernie had gone to his room for the night, and would leave before he got up
for breakfast.

   Bernie, it appeared, got a girl friend of sorts whilst at the college
and quite a few times left Tony to come home alone but he would turn up
later for dinner. Then after a few weeks, began to go out after dinner
which was a bit of a drag for Tony and myself in respect of Tony being
unable to come into my bed until he returned home. Though with him not
being in the apartment meant that Tony and I could have sex in the
lounge. Here we christened each piece of furniture. One place that was good
was the coffee table in front of the fire. It was just the right height to
lie on your back with the legs up high, resting on the shoulders of the
other as we fucked. It was a good position, lying there like that, his
hands round my thighs as he kept pulling me back onto him as his cock slid
in and out of me. The only disappointing thing about having it this way was
that even though he could see the expressions on my face, I couldn't see
the joy he was getting when he was fucking me.

                                                       *

   One morning, I got up, leaving Tony still asleep in the bed, and went
off to the kitchen to make us both a cup of coffee. He had found in a shop,
a small tray that had indentations inside so that you could carry special
mugs that fitted into these slots so that I could carry these cups without
spilling them. Even if I did, the coffee would stay in the tray and not
land on the carpet.

   Well, I went off to the kitchen and over to the cupboard to get the tray
out when I heard a strange voice speak.

   `Good morning. You must be Bryan.'

   I gasped and whirled round, dropping the tray for it was a woman's voice
speaking and there was I bollock naked. Panic set in and I stumbled across
the kitchen to get out. With my whirling round as I had done, I was not in
the right position to know exactly where the door was. I moved quite fast
but hit a chair and went arse over tit, almost knocking myself out as my
head hit the edge of the door. Not being sure what happened next, I can
only say what Tony wrote on me later.

   He heard my cry as I hit the door and getting out of bed, put on his
dressing gown and rushed into the kitchen. Here he found me lying on the
floor with my head in the lap of this woman, who turned out to be the girl
that Bernie had brought home the night before and her name was Margaret.

   Between the two of them, they got me to my feet and helped me up and got
my staggering body back into my room. Here they got me onto the bed and she
told Tony to go as she would see to me. There was nothing he could say, so
he left though he did look in later. She must have got a wet flannel from
the bathroom for I started to slowly come round as she gently sponged the
huge bump that had blossomed out on my forehead.

   I know I heard the whisper of her gown as she moved and the next thing I
knew, she was getting into the bed with me, naked, for I felt her breast
against my arm.

   `There, there Bryan,' she said stroking my head with this
flannel. `You'll be alright soon.' Her hand moved down my chest and began
to stroke my penis. Now what with her doing that and feeling her tit move
against my chest, started to get an erection. `My, you are a big boy,
aren't you,' she said as my cock was now up big enough for her to grasp and
move the skin up and down.

   Before I knew it, she was astride of my body and I felt my erection
being enclosed inside her body as she sank down on it. I couldn't help but
gasp, my mind still in a whirl at having her in this position. With her
sitting on my thighs with my cock throbbing inside her, she took hold of my
hands and raised them up to her tits and mashed them hard against them as
she began to move up and down, fucking herself on my erection. All I could
do was mould her tits myself as she rode on top of me, exciting my balls
enough for to finally come inside her. I could feel her shuddering on top
of me as I came and I'm sure she had an orgasm for I could feel a moment
later, fluid seeping down the inside of my thighs to coat my balls.

   Tony knew this for he had come into the bedroom and had watched as she
fucked herself on my cock. He knew that she couldn't hear him because she
was in the same class for deaf people. So he saw the whole performance and
by being behind the girl, standing near the door, she couldn't see that he
was there in the room.

  She only knew of his presence when he gave her a hefty smack on the
backside. I heard the slap and her cry of alarm and felt her suddenly rise
up, my erection falling out to a wet sucking sound as her vagina had
squeezed itself tight around my cock at the sudden shock of the slap. My
cock smacked onto my stomach as she fell off the bed to another cry from
her and Tony told me later that he had thrown her dressing gown at her and
had pointed to the door, pushing her after she had got up, out of the
bedroom, grasping her gown. He slammed the door after her and came over to
the bed and to my surprise felt him lift up my still hard cock and take the
head into his mouth and suck on me.

   He told me later that he didn't like seeing her take advantage of his
lover this way and so kicked her out of the room. Also that with him then
sucking on me was the only way that he was ever going to get the taste of a
woman. I couldn't object to this for I liked him sucking on me, even though
it wasn't really his place to say who I could have a fuck with or not, but
I could see his reasoning and therefore didn't say anything.

  After sucking me clean, he went to the cupboard in the kitchen where one
of them had thoughtfully bought a bottle of witch hazel which he then used
to treat the large lump on my forehead. He also wrote on my chest that it
wasn't my fault that the woman had taken the advantage with me.

   That was the last we saw of Margaret, for Tony told, in his fashion,
Bernie what had happened and it was him that kicked her out even though he
had fucked her himself the night before. It was just that he thought her a
slut for going and having sex with me when she should have only been with
him.

   I stayed in bed for the rest of the day, being pampered by Tony and not
going off to class with Bernie that day. Mind you, Tony also took advantage
of me with us being in the apartment alone for during the afternoon, I was
up and ready and had the joy of being behind him with my cock stuck up
inside him to get rid of the excess sperm that I had in my balls.

   He got rid of his too by pushing himself into me and giving me the
pleasure as well by having him soothingly shaft me.

                                                      *

Date: 20th November 2011

Title: Deaf, Dumb & Blind

Author: Amy Redek >adultreading@gmail.com<



                                               Part Seven

   Life went on with the three of us in harmony with each other and it
still continued to be so, even after Bernie found out about us two.

   It was one morning. Tony and I woke up and we kissed each other a good
morning that became rather passionate and both of us were up and hard with
the need of wanting to use the erections we had. We had laid in plenty of
condoms and Tony used one now before getting back onto the bed behind me
and giving us both the pleasure of him pushing himself into me and fucking
me like a rabbit, really moving himself hard and fast into me as he gripped
my hips tight when he came. I really loved him when he was fucking me, both
of us enjoying the process and then it was my turn to have him.

   He rolled the condom down on my shaft and got into position and I didn't
need his fingers now for my cock now knew exactly where it had to go and
unerring found its target and I pushed myself up into his backside. I was
just getting into the rhythm of fucking him when I heard the bedroom door
open and I froze.

   `Bryan. I...er...I. Sorry,' he stuttered, seeing me up on my knees with
Tony's thighs tight up to mine with him knowing exactly what was going
on. `Sorry. I...I'll see you later,' and heard the door close as he
left. It was the first time that he had ever come into my room without
knocking first, but it wouldn't have made any difference I don't think. But
it had happened now and there was nothing I could do about it.

   Tony, on having heard the door open and hearing Bernie speak, had turned
his head and seen the shock on Bernie's face and was also frozen in place
like I was. With the door closing, he started to move forward but I stopped
him by gripping his hips hard and pulling him back onto me. My cock had
wilted somewhat with Bernie's entrance but just this action brought it up
hard again.

   `Too late now Tony,' I said, moving myself again in and out of his
backside. `We'll talk to him later,' and so carried on in my fucking of him
till I came and had the release that I needed.

  I slowly pulled out of that cavern of joy and went off to the toilet and
used some toilet paper to pull off the condom and drop it into the toilet
pan. I cleaned my teeth and washed before having a pee while Tony did the
same at the basin. Not peeing, but washing himself, he used the pan later
for that.

   I got dressed in a pair of shorts which was now the only thing I wore
while at home as I heard Tony pull on his dressing gown and went we off to
the kitchen to face Bernie.

   I could now manoeuvre myself quite confidently from my bedroom to the
kitchen and went and sat down at my usual place. I knew Bernie was there
and could smell coffee and felt a mug being pushed against my hand by him
as I heard Tony sit down at his place.

   `Thanks Bernie,' I said before having a sip of coffee.

   `About...About this morning Bryan,' he began, with a slight
stutter. `I'm sorry I barged in like that. I'm sorry. I just didn't
realise...realise that...that you and Tony...'

   I tapped the table and pointed to where, roughly I knew the pad was and
made a writing motion which was for Tony to write down what I was going to
say to Bernie. This was our usual method and it always took a little time
for I spoke slowly for this to be written for Bernie to read.

   `Don't worry about it, for I'm now glad that it's out in the
open. Yes. Tony and I are lovers.' There. I'd finally got it off my chest
for I'd been wondering how and when I could tell Bernie.

   He spoke again after reading what I had said. `How long have... have you
been...lovers?'

   `Since the old flat when we had to share that sofa bed. It...it wasn't
something that I intended, but, well, it happened.' I went on to tell him
that Tony had fallen in love with me at first sight when I joined the
regiment, without me knowing this, and it wasn't until we were forced to
sleep in the same bed that he told me this and, well, I came to love him
too. Not just because he was my eyes but also came to love him as a person
and, well, there was only by us joining could I show my love for him.

   `I hope this doesn't cause you any problems, moral or otherwise?' I
said, having to wait till he had read the previous bits and then for him to
read this other added part.

   `No. No. No problem there for me,' he stuttered with a little laugh, `as
long as I'm not asked to join in.'

   `I wouldn't dream of asking you to,' I told him and waited till he spoke
again and found that it was an extra piece for Bernie from Tony.

   `Yes, it would,' Bernie said.

   `Would what?' I asked.

   `Tony suggested that I should find a woman and then we wouldn't have to
cook breakfast as well as the other meals,' he said with a laugh, which
broke the ice in the respect of Tony and I being lovers. I think that with
Tony having taken hold of my hand helped in this.

   It also helped that after dinner that night, I had no qualms about
saying that I was going to bed and took hold of Tony's hand to take him
with me instead of waiting till Bernie had gone to bed to wait for Tony to
come to my room.

   `I'm glad that he knows now and it hasn't caused a rift between us,' I
said to Tony when we lay naked in each other's arms, having a kiss and
cuddle.

   `So am I,' he wrote. `It's a pity you couldn't see his face this
morning, all red and I think he was a bit flustered.'

   `We can now start doing what I like doing earlier at night,' I said,
moving round on the bed to lay in the opposite position. Tony knew what I
was talking about and moved himself further down the bed for me to then
feel his erection touch my face and I took him into my hand and the head of
it into my mouth as he did the same to me.

   I now loved sucking on his cock, pushing the foreskin down with my lips
to that I could tease the bare flesh of the head with my tongue and teeth,
having the same done to me, giving me that thrill as he worked on the
erogenous part.

   We tongued, teethed and sucked with our hands slowly working up and down
on the shaft until we both came at the same time. Taking in the fluid to
roll around the mouth saying to myself, round the mouth, teeth and gums,
look out stomach, here it comes, before swallowing his semen.

   After resting for a while to build up more of this life giving
substance, we then went and fucked each other to the pleasure of us
both. And did so every night as we had been doing for the past month or two
since moving into this apartment.

                                                       *

   It was a couple of weeks later when the phone rang one evening after
dinner. This was a surprise for it seldom rang as I usually only used it to
pass on an order to the store for our food delivery. It was on the side
table by the side of the sofa where I sat. Tony came and sat down beside me
as I picked it up.

   `Hello?' I said.

   `Is that Bryan Shorthose?' came a woman's voice.

   `Yes,' I replied, wondering how she knew my name and telephone number.

   `You won't know me, but my name is Helen Jones and I work for the
Samaritans. Tony has contacted us through the internet and has asked me to
speak to you. She has...' Suddenly shocked, I pulled the phone away from my
ear and clamped a hand over the mouthpiece and turned towards Tony
alongside me.

   `She?' I asked him in a strangled voice. I felt his fingers touch my
lips to be silent and push the phone back up to my ear.

   `Er... I'm sorry Helen. I didn't catch the last part, I got distracted
by Tony.'

   `I said that Toni has contacted me because of being unable to speak
because of the loss of her vocal cords.' I learned afterwards that Tony had
spelt his name different on the internet and this Helen had assumed because
of what I was going to hear that Tony was a woman.

   `She didn't say as to how she lost her vocal cords but did tell me that
you are blind, and that she became your eyes and you became her tongue. It
sounded so romantic that you came together with your afflictions and now
love each other. She told me how she communicates with you and how
difficult it can be at times in not being able to really convey by only
using her finger to write on you, how she really loves you. So she has
asked me, as a woman, to read to you the letter that she would have loved
to have you read but cannot, nor can she say the words herself.

   She told me that you have a cassette recorder so I have also spoken the
written word onto a tape which I will be posting to you later. Here then is
the letter from Toni to you.'

   `My dearest Bryan,

   How I have longed to be able to say these words to you, to say that I
love you, love you. It is only by using this format that I can say how much
you mean to me.

   Of how I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you. At the
time and even later when we would meet, I could not bring myself to say the
words that I loved you. You could see then but I was just one of the
hundreds of people you met and spoke to and yet I could still not utter
those three words that I can now use and say to you.

   For you, the blindness was a calamity and I really cried for you but
could not say the words of comfort. I could only hold you in my arms to try
and let you know that I was there for you. You and you alone.

   I think I helped you out of your despondency and that you could rely on
me and it was only later that I was able to write on your hand that I loved
you. Loved you with all my heart, body and soul. You were the man for me.

   I think God made you blind so that when you came to love me, it was for
the person inside the body and not the disfigured one that was caused by
the accident that I was involved in.

   It was an injustice that you should be blinded and me to lose the power
of speech, but it brought us together for which I thank God. To whom I pray
every night that he has given you to me and me to you.

   I love you and will keep on loving you as you now love me and I hope
that we will never be parted. I quite often cry at the disability that you
suffer and hope that the love I can give you, helps. For you have made me
very happy and I treasure every moment that I am with you, loving you and
hope that you will keep on loving me.

   I love you darling, love you, love you, love you.

                                      Your dearest Toni.'

   I was sitting there, crying as she spoke these words to me. Tony was
holding my hand and giving it a squeeze and had to break off the contact to
wipe my running nose on my arm. I felt a handkerchief being put in my hand
and I was then able to wipe my eyes and blow my nose.

   `I can hear that the letter has affected you,' I heard Helen's voice
speak on the phone. `It affected me too when I first read it.'

   `Yes, it did,' I sniffed. `Tony is sitting here now beside me and...hold
a minute. Tony is writing on my hand...to say...thank you...very...much
Helen. I thank you too for taking the time to do this for...' I nearly said
"him." `For us,' I quickly had amended. `I also thank you in advance for
the cassette and will listen to it often, believing that it is Tony who is
actually speaking. Thank you again, very much. I don't think you know just
how much this has meant to me.'

   `I do Bryan, I do, and I hope that you both will continue to love each
other and that I have been able to help you both.'

   With that, we said our goodbyes and put the phone down. I turned to Tony
and opened my arms into which he came and we both cried together as we held
each other tight.

   `I do love you Tony. As much as you love me,' I sobbed and had to use
his handkerchief again when we broke apart. I didn't know at the time, that
when the phone had first rung, Bernie had been in the room and it was only
when he saw the tears running down my face and Tony holding my hand, knew
that it was a personal thing and so had gone off into the kitchen to leave
us alone.

   When fully composed, we went into the kitchen and had Tony give him a
brief written resume of what the phone call had been all about. I think he
knew when Tony stood and pulled at my arm that we were then going to bed to
make love to each other in the only way that men can. I suppose I was glad
that I couldn't see his face to show either compassion or disgust, but what
the hell. It was my life and if this was the only pleasure I was going to
get, so be it, for I enjoyed making love to Tony and having him make love
to me in the same fashion.

   And we did. I loved having him with his cock up my backside, soothing my
insides with his steady movement as he slowly shafted me. Bringing my own
cock up to a full erection at the pleasure I was getting though now hating
the withdrawal of Tony after having had him come albeit into a condom and
wondered what it would be like to actually feel his sperm coat my
insides. We did this the next time we coupled and we fucked each other bare
backed and I groaned in pleasure at feeling his seed spurt into me as he
came. There was no sucking after this way of having sex for the deflating
erection had to be carefully washed afterwards.

   After Tony had finished having me, I had my turn and simply loved
putting myself inside him and giving him the same pleasure as I moved in
and out of the tight orifice, telling him over and over again at how much I
now loved this man I was fucking.

                                                      *

   We eventually did have a woman move into the apartment what with us now
having a spare room with Tony now sleeping in my bed.

   At the college where we would go for our learning, where Bernie and Tony
were getting on very well in their class, they had a new teacher. Her name
was Mary Collins, Irish, a widow of about thirty years of age. Her late
husband had been deaf and she had learnt with him at being able to speak by
the use of the hands. He had since died, due to an accident at work and so
she decided to become a teacher to other deaf people. She didn't suffer
from this and could also speak so she was also teaching them to lip read at
the same time.

   Bernie got to know of her asking another teacher about where to find
accommodation and told her that he had to speak to me first as we had a
spare room. He told me of this and mentioned about how this had cropped up
earlier about having a woman staying with us.

   I got to meet her and liked her voice, low and melodious with a slight
Irish brogue because she was actually English, but having been married to
an Irishman, had picked up the lilting speech.

   I asked at the outset if she would be offended to know that Tony and I
were gay and shared the same bedroom which gave us a spare one. That wasn't
a problem and understood that with the afflictions we both had and, though
she didn't say it in words, that Tony was unlikely to find a woman with
sight, who would take him on.

   Also that she was a good cook and I said that the cooking side would be
part of her rent which would be a mere pittance really, having to
contribute exactly what we did to the kitty for food etc.

   So it was agreed that she would move in for a month to see if this
worked and then it was left open as to whether she wanted to stay on or we
wanted her to leave.

   Well it worked. She got used to both Tony and I going off at night to
the bedroom we shared while she had hers and Bernie still in his. The meals
she cooked were far better than what the other two messed up and she fitted
in quite well. So well that she wanted to stay on and we wanted her to too.

   One day, she came home with a small artefact that she had bought in a
charity shop. It was a figurine of the three wise monkeys and it was placed
on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.

   `I don't see it as being monkeys' she said. `One with hands over his
ears, one with hands over his eyes and the other with hands over the
mouth. I see three wise men who hear no evil, see no evil or speak no
evil.' I was quite touched by that.

   I think it was about three months later that she finished up spending
the night in Bernie's room. So we were like one big happy family. Bernie
and Mary going to bed together while Tony and myself did the same. Though
our method of making love was different from theirs and were not ashamed at
talking about it. So while Bernie was fucking Mary, Tony and I were fucking
each other. I don't know which couple were getting the best deal but I
think that we were.

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