My First Attempt At A Blowjob

When I was seventeen I lost my mother and my right leg in an accident. My father is a photographer and we moved into his studio. I learned how to get around in a wheel chair and crutches. I missed school, friends, hanging out. I was responsible for the house, my father worked long hours.

Across the street were a series of duplexes built in the fifties, before central heating and air conditioning. The man who lived across from the studio sat outside on the stairs reading with a beer and a cigar. One day I was taking down the garbage to the curb. He me struggle in my wheel chair pulling the garbage can. He got up and came over to help me. That's how we met. He invited me to come over, he was on disability and was usually home.

I went over on crutches and he pulled a kitchen chair for me to sit down. He was in his boxer shorts and a wife beater shirt. He got me a glass of water talking about his war friends who lost limbs. As he walked around his fly opened and I got a lot of flashes of his dick. He had to be large the way it pushed against his boxers.

He caught on and asked me if I was a fag, or was I just curious. I said I wasn't gay and he pushed back telling me he was pretty sure I was a faggot. When he stood in front of me waiting for me to take his cock in my hand. As I sucked on his dick he twisted his nipples. I wasn't good enough to get him to cum, not that afternoon. I remember his hairy belly, his big dick in my hand, twisting his nipples looking down at me telling me to grab his dick harder.