Kane

It was supposed to be my energizing morning swim but I was making heavy weather of it. It had been a bad night. A mini heatwave meant Kane hadn't slept much, tossing and turning restlessly all night, which in turn meant I hadn't slept at all. At least it felt like l hadn't!

We'd had breakfast and he'd done his physiotherapy exercises to at least try to ensure the inevitable muscle-wastage was kept to a minimum. The hospital was happy with his progress though. The last check-up had shown up ticks in all the right places and both arm and leg were deemed 'healing nice'. Both casts were provisionally pencilled in to be removed next week and it couldn't come quickly enough! For him and for me!

Being Kane's carer/ nurse was a full-time occupation, it really was. Keeping his sharp, investigative mind occupied was toughest. We'd decided that he needed to learn to drive and should use this opportunity to study and take his theory test. So, every day, the book was studied and the app too! Without fail. I had to admire his determination. But that wasn't enough.

Then once I'd mentioned us going to the house in France, that was it! He was like a dog with a bone! Another app on the phone. He HAD to learn French. I HAD to teach him French. We HAD to compare routes and ferry companies for the journey. Then, of course, I mentioned we could fly there instead ... 

'Seriously? But that would be my first ever time in a plane!!!'

You guessed it! Still more apps were downloaded. Airports were compared. Flights and airlines too! But it was something to keep him busy for he absolutely devoured information. And retained it to! I did have to rain on his parade when l pointed out he'd need a passport and that could prove a little tricky for someone who'd been homeless for the last four years! But in short, if he wasn't kept occupied, the pain and the discomfort meant he became grumpy and irritable. All of which was understandable but that didn't stop it being exhausting for yours truly.

In comparison, looking after his physical needs was the simple part. Food was easy. I like cooking anyway and he was anything but a fussy eater!! Whatever l produced, was consumed regardless. If I'd served up Roast Seagull, l swear he would not have batted an eyelid! Perhaps the only advantage of having been homeless was that you appreciated food and ate whatever was in front of you. Hygiene was hardly a chore for me because there was the pleasuring of him to look forward to at the end of his shower! Mind you, showers weren't the only time I masturbated him. Morning woods were an almost daily occurrence. Sometimes he sorted things out himself before I woke up but if l was awake, let's just say I was more than happy to lend a helping hand! But taking care of yesterday's hardon had marked another turning point in our relationship.

As quite often happened, l had woken up before him and, as usual, I'd been enjoying just looking at him sleeping peacefully next to me. His messy hair, his cute ears tight against his head, the pathetic wispy little moustache looking as if it was hanging on for dear life above those full, sensual African lips that I desperately wanted to kiss ... all, ALL was perfect! PERFECT!!!

I honestly don't know what was different about yesterday, what made me act differently but this time the pervy voyeur took over in me. I pulled the sheet down slowly uncovering his chest. First his tiny nipples. I watched as my forefinger reached out and lightly touched the one closest. It responded immediately, rising up seductively as it hardened and begged me to lick it. I slowly tugged the sheet further down still to reveal a stomach that had remained flat even if his abs were no longer visible. Down further went the sheet but instead of a treasure trail appearing, it was his engorged cock, unashamedly displaying its normally hidden underbelly. The tip of my tongue was tracing its way up the middle of his stalk before l knew it, from the root upwards, stopping only to gently flick his sensitive membrane. Kane's dick actually quivered in response and so l let the thumb and forefinger of my left hand circle his root to lift him up away from against his stomach. With his balls cupped now in the palm of my hand, his stalk slipped effortlessly into my mouth and my tongue was in heaven, now with its tip on his cum-hole, now snaking around his spongy rim, then wide and flat against his cock as my head bobbed up and down on it.

The sound of Kane sucking in a breath had me release him and look up.

'Don't stop! Please! Don't! I'll never forgive you!'

I turned back and enveloped his manhood once again. Saliva dribbled down his rod, providing lubrication for my fingers to ride his column up and down in shared rhythm with my lips. I felt his hand caress my shoulder but only momentarily since he soon moved it to the bed to scrunch the sheet in his fist and arch his back. I knew he was close. His moans became louder. He bucked under me involuntarily. I felt his balls tense in my hand and his dick pulse and flex repeatedly as wad after wad of cum hit the back of my mouth. Some I swallowed, some oozed out of my mouth as breathless, I sucked in oxygen.

As the last wave of his orgasm subsided, I released him and looked at the white cum that had dribbled out and pooled on his dark skin. I licked, sucked, slurped up his salty jizz and laid my head on his abdomen to stare up at him. He said nothing, just reaching down to rest his hand gently on my forearm. 

Back in the pool, as I relived it, I remembered that, for once, I'd said nothing too.

Finally, l reached the end of my lap and as l stood up to make my way to the steps, I looked down at my dick. Re-living the delights of yesterday morning in my mind had had an effect and I could see a small cloud of pre-cum trailing away from it in the pool. But, in exchange, the water had once again cleared a little more of the fog clouding my mind. Vague, half-formed thoughts had just started to hint at a reason for my previous reluctance to get sexual with Kane. A reluctance that was retreating fast. Then I heard His Grumpiness yelling:

'Ben! BEN! When are you going to finish playing with yourself? I'm bored!!'

'Two secs!'

The pool might well be my space to think but that was at an end for today! Having time to do that was clearly at a premium.