Wheel Chair Bound, No More Feelings Down There, Tell Me What You Did

I want to thank everyone who takes the time to tell their story, or make up their story, either way. It's fun to read. I am in a bit of a fix after an accident and that's how I found this site. When you're hurt, first you go through pain, but then it's uncomfortable not being able to move on your own. And then it becomes sheer boredom, so I turned to porn. I couldn't even beat off.

I tried it all, sampled it all. From my place. Once I was in recovery I had to move back to my place and the day nurse comes in the day and the night nurse cones in the night. Always looking at what you are doing. That's what eventually drove me to this place. Read about it, don't just watch. And the nosy nurse doesn't put her nose up because you are enjoying a girl's tits.

I have preferences. Sometimes it is about selling yourself for money. Sometimes it is about adventures when you are a kid. It's all relatable. Sometimes it's about gays. Sometime it's about hating the boss. My story is pretty normal, started beating off when I was a kid. Experimented with my neighbor when we were fourteen. Dated the homecoming queen when I was a senior. Went to college and got a degree in Engineering, followed by a job for GM. I fucked my way during those days. Nothing serious. Had secretary types, sales girls, single mothers. But never felt the need to just keep one for myself.

Until my accident. A second of distraction and I was in a hospital on my broken back, and internal injuries and other bones that needed to mend. Pain is what I remember most. The nurses were on shifts, it's not like you get the same one, except on rotation. All business, look at the chart, some expended medications, others took care of your personal hygiene. Pain. When you are in pain like that you cannot get a hardon, you can't even think about that.

After I was moved to a rehab facility the pain was diminished, boredom set it. It was an all day thing, rehab. Learning to adjust to living like this, to use my hands again. Just holding a spoon was hard. But once the brain goes back to work it's really amazing what you can do, day after day. I got my Ipad at that time, navigating here and there, until you land on porn and never leave. It's a brain thing, because your dick doesn't respond.

My dick is dead. I'm learning to get around, driving this chair. Fortunately the truck that hit me was heavily insured and the settlement for long term care is still being negotiated. My lawyer said there is never enough money, in ten years, twenty years, you would be surprised how money disappears when you need care like you will need. So. It's porn. I wish I could just feel something. I would turn gay if that helped. Believe me these day nurses are nothing to look at. And their attitude sucks.

So back to reading. Please keep it up. Tell me, if no one else. Write me. A man who can no longer get it up. What is in your dark corner, under your bed, what did you do, what was done to you. Tell me. I'm your audience. Tell me in a whisper, or yell it out loud. How did you get your first fuck. How did you come to suck that first dick. What was it like after you got beat up.