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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 66
When The Moment Was In Front Of Me I Gave Into My Fantasy
I'll take you back to those days before the internet. I was a night clerk at a local motel and lived with three other losers in a duplex. Next door was a guy who was a commercial photographer, buildings, and things like that. He was older and we went our way and he went his. Since I worked nights, I was out in the afternoon and we had a nod your head relationship. I didn't think much about him, at that time I was reading a lot and went to the library to check out books or a wide variety of subjects.
If while I was a the library I went through this one book and read it in the isle, it was purely coincidental. It was a book simply titled "Homosexuality". It was a well thumbed book in the Human Sciences section of the library.
Well I got back to my place, our side of the duplex and there were cops there and when I went to my door they called at me to ask me questions. Did I know my neighbor? I was honest and said I didn't know him, but we said hi when we saw him. They said he had been in an accident and he was in the hospital and did I mind going with them, he didn't appear to have any relatives. I went, but not before telling them that I went on shift at 11.
My neighbor the photographer was in tough shape. He had been hit by a truck when he backed into the street while photographing a building. He lost his left leg, and was in and out of it. I told him who I was and with the help of the nurse on staff he asked me if I would go into his place and water his plants and feed the fish in the aquarium. Sure, I could do that.
In his place, and I confess fully, I poked my nose into what was none of my business. I looked around, and saw all his photography equipment. In his room he had a bookcase, not big, but still some books in it. And I found that same book "Homosexuality". It was all marked up with comments and underlined. Exclamation YES! about something or other. There were pages where he had masturbated. As a matter of fact there was a lot of evidence of masturbation, his sheets hadn't been changed for a long time.
Under his bed, pretty visible really, were magazines of Boys and Men, naked boys and men, some were in foreign languages. Some were pretty obvious, men with hard dicks and other men holding their dick or sucking them. I ended up masturbating on his bed, reading some of the descriptions accompanying some of the naked pictures. I left the wet spot but not before tasting it. Before going off to work I returned to the hospital to tell him I had watered his plants and fed the fishes .
He was in the hospital for several weeks and I went to his place to water the plants and feed the fishes. To read Homosexuality and see what he had underlined and flip through and through the magazines. I masturbated on his bed and left my wet spot. I dreamt, or fantasized, what it would be like to suck his dick without his leg.
When he was released, he was brought back in an ambulance, he was in a wheelchair. As his neighbor I had straightened up, and washed the sheets and hid the magazines. He was brought in and taken to his bed and I was given a whole list of instructions. Wound care, nutrition, hygiene, some drawings of his amputation half way up his thigh, phone numbers, emergency and so on. Stuff that is given to the mother, but I was the only one 'close' to him.
He was home, and I talked with him, while he lay on his bed. I heated some soup and sat with him while he ate it. I had to help him sit up, he didn't have enough strength. I helped him with the wheelchair to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet and gave him privacy, but not without first taking a look at his penis. After fixing up the tv, a small black and white, and getting a channel, I offered to help him with a sponge bath.
My intentions were to bring him a pan with warm water and a sponge, but I took the time to wash his penis. I was very careful, while he laid back on the pillow, and I put his penis in my mouth and from the book on Homosexuality I sucked and stimulated him until he reacted, and felt the hot shots of semen against the back of my mouth.
I wet my pants that evening.
If while I was a the library I went through this one book and read it in the isle, it was purely coincidental. It was a book simply titled "Homosexuality". It was a well thumbed book in the Human Sciences section of the library.
Well I got back to my place, our side of the duplex and there were cops there and when I went to my door they called at me to ask me questions. Did I know my neighbor? I was honest and said I didn't know him, but we said hi when we saw him. They said he had been in an accident and he was in the hospital and did I mind going with them, he didn't appear to have any relatives. I went, but not before telling them that I went on shift at 11.
My neighbor the photographer was in tough shape. He had been hit by a truck when he backed into the street while photographing a building. He lost his left leg, and was in and out of it. I told him who I was and with the help of the nurse on staff he asked me if I would go into his place and water his plants and feed the fish in the aquarium. Sure, I could do that.
In his place, and I confess fully, I poked my nose into what was none of my business. I looked around, and saw all his photography equipment. In his room he had a bookcase, not big, but still some books in it. And I found that same book "Homosexuality". It was all marked up with comments and underlined. Exclamation YES! about something or other. There were pages where he had masturbated. As a matter of fact there was a lot of evidence of masturbation, his sheets hadn't been changed for a long time.
Under his bed, pretty visible really, were magazines of Boys and Men, naked boys and men, some were in foreign languages. Some were pretty obvious, men with hard dicks and other men holding their dick or sucking them. I ended up masturbating on his bed, reading some of the descriptions accompanying some of the naked pictures. I left the wet spot but not before tasting it. Before going off to work I returned to the hospital to tell him I had watered his plants and fed the fishes .
He was in the hospital for several weeks and I went to his place to water the plants and feed the fishes. To read Homosexuality and see what he had underlined and flip through and through the magazines. I masturbated on his bed and left my wet spot. I dreamt, or fantasized, what it would be like to suck his dick without his leg.
When he was released, he was brought back in an ambulance, he was in a wheelchair. As his neighbor I had straightened up, and washed the sheets and hid the magazines. He was brought in and taken to his bed and I was given a whole list of instructions. Wound care, nutrition, hygiene, some drawings of his amputation half way up his thigh, phone numbers, emergency and so on. Stuff that is given to the mother, but I was the only one 'close' to him.
He was home, and I talked with him, while he lay on his bed. I heated some soup and sat with him while he ate it. I had to help him sit up, he didn't have enough strength. I helped him with the wheelchair to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet and gave him privacy, but not without first taking a look at his penis. After fixing up the tv, a small black and white, and getting a channel, I offered to help him with a sponge bath.
My intentions were to bring him a pan with warm water and a sponge, but I took the time to wash his penis. I was very careful, while he laid back on the pillow, and I put his penis in my mouth and from the book on Homosexuality I sucked and stimulated him until he reacted, and felt the hot shots of semen against the back of my mouth.
I wet my pants that evening.
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