Wheel Chair Sex

by Mighty Mouth

19 Oct 2018 3608 readers Score 8.1 (65 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Greetings,

My name is Steve, I am 35 years old, and I love to suck cock. Having inherited a goodly sum from my late Dad, fortunately I don’t have to work. So I have plenty of time for my favorite hobby–cruising for man meat.

Not far from my house there is a large shopping mall. I haunt the T-rooms there. One of them is well hidden. That’s because it’s down a narrow corridor, so most people think it’s private. While bored doing nothing a couple of weeks ago, I decided to check the secluded men’s room. It has two urinals and one stall. Shortly after I got there and was standing at the urinal, the restroom door opened, and a guy in a wheelchair came in.  He was in his mid-20s, and as cute as shit. 

He rolled up to the other urinal and plaintively asked, “Mister, can you do me a favor? I am half paralyzed and can’t stand alone. Can you help me stand up?”

“Of course,” I replied.

Then he amazed me by stating, “I need to hold on to you. But the problem is that I won’t be able to take out my penis and I need to urinate real bad.” I thought he was such a polite and well-manned guy.

“So what do you suggest,” I asked. His reply shocked and thrilled me.

“Would you mind unzipping my trousers and hold my member while I urinate?”

“No problem,” I told him. I was thrilled with my assignment. I unzipped him, reached into his boxer shorts, and pulled out a big dick! I guided it to the urinal and he thanked me with a big smile on his face. And piss he did, with a strong stream. I decided to chit-chat with him.

“How come you are partly paralyzed,” I queried.

“When I was in high school I played football, and I received a bad injury that even surgery couldn’t correct,” he replied. Then I noticed that he had a nice muscular body.

“Are you here shopping alone?”

“No, I work here. My Dad has a men’s clothing store here and I work in the office. Usually one of the salesmen helps me, but he didn’t come in today”

I couldn’t resist and told him, “You sure have a big cock.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“I’ll bet you get a lot of blow jobs because of that monster,” I remarked.   

“No, actually I never had a blow job,” he answered a bit sadly.

By this time he had finished pissing and I began to stroke his cut tool. He made no effort to stop me. Sure enough, it quickly grew to be about 8 inches of beautiful manhood. I dared to ask, “Well if you had the chance to get sucked right now, would you accept?”

“That would be OK, but somebody might come in,” he worried.

“Well, I have the answer to that,” I assured him. “Since the door opens in and not out, I’ll roll your wheelchair up to the door and block it. If anyone tries to come in, I’ll just tell them that the toilet is temporarily closed.” He nodded his head yes, I helped him sit down with his dick still out,  and proceeded to the door. Once the door was secured, I fell to my knees and swallowed his entire prick in one gulp. He gasped, then sighed with great pleasure. I had removed my full dentures, but he didn’t know how lucky he was to have a toothless mouth massaging his dick. He came very fast, as they all do with my professional technique.

I made sure I got every drop, then asked, “Did you like that?”

“Man I sure did.”

“Well, would you like to do it again some time?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah, when?”

How about day after tomorrow, at the same time, 10 a.m.?”

“Sounds good,” he replied. him

I opened the door to the restroom for him and said good-bye. Since my 7 inch dick was fully hard, I needed to give it some attention. I hoped I would get lucky and someone would suck it. Perhaps it was telepathy, because shortly the door opened and a man in his 50's came in. He stepped up to the second urinal and noticed my erection.

“Looks like you need some help with that,” he boldly said.

I replied, “Sure do, you want it?

“Of course,” came a fast response.

So I took him to the front door and stood up against it, again preventing someone from entering. He went right to work, and gave me a great blow job.

I could hardly wait to see my wheel chair friend again. Two days seemed like two weeks. When the day “finally” arrived, I jumped into my car and drove to the mall. I decided to get there a few minutes early. I was so anxious. Sure enough, at the stroke of 10, the men’s room door opened. And it was he. But to my great surprise, another guy was pushing his wheel chair.

When they came in, I didn’t know exactly how to act. But my new “friend” quickly put me at ease by saying, “This Joe. He’s the salesman who usually brings me here. He wants to try it out too.”

“OK, no problem with me,” I assured him. “I don’t believe that three is a crowd.”

Joe was very handsome, and almost six feet tall, also in his mid-twenties. I noticed his big hands and feet, and thought that a good sign.

“By the way, my name is Steve. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Bert,” he replied.

Bert’s escort helped him to stand, and I asked, “Do you want me to do what I did the last time and hold your dick while you piss?”

“Yeah, I liked it,” came an enthusiastic response. So I did my duty, and this time Bert’s dick was slightly hard. I thought to myself, “Wow, he’s already anticipating it.” When Bert finished his necessity, Joe sat him back down, and then stepped up to the urinal. “This is going to be interesting,” I mused.

I watched Joe take out a beautiful, huge cock. I explained the routine to him, and when he finished pissing, he pushed Bert to the door. By the time we reached the door, Bert, whose cock was still out, was almost fully hard. Just to get Joe aroused, I started with Bert. Joe had put his dick away, but I was curious to see his reaction to my sucking Bert. I wasted no time in going down on Bert’s stiff prick. I glanced at Joe, and he had already grabbed his crotch and was obviously getting hard.

I told Joe, “Take it out, and I’ll show you what it’s like.” When I started sucking Joe, he had the same reaction as Bert. That’s the way it always is when they first experience my mouth. (That’s why my name is Mighty Mouth). I wish I could have taken a photo to share with you, but of course it wasn’t possible.

I alternated between the two. Bert came first, with a big load, then I polished off Joe’s rock-hard dick. When it was all over, I said, “Hey, fellas, we can’t go meeting like this. Here’s my card, why don’t you stop by my house some day on the way home from work. I don’t live far from here.”

“Great idea,” Bert answered. Then they left, and I felt like a satisfied queen, at least for the time being.

Several days passed without any word from Bert or Joe. I began to wonder whether they had lost interest or were just very busy. Almost a week later my doorbell rang in the middle of the afternoon. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened my front door and there stood a very good-looking man in his late 40s. He looked very much like Bert, and that startled me. I got even more worried when he asked, “Are you Steve? My name is Peter and I’m Bert’s father.” I thought oh my God, I’m in deep shit.

He didn’t seem to be angry. He was cordial. Then he asked, “Can I come in?

I was scared to death about what was happening. I asked, “Why are you here, and how did you get my address?”

“Well, I guess this a total surprise,” he commented.

“Yes, a surprise,” I replied. So I invited him in. He sat on my sofa, seemingly relaxed. Do you have any whiskey?” he queried.

“Yes,” I answered. “I have Irish whiskey, which is mellower than Scotch, and doesn’t burn my throat.”

I went to fetch us both a whiskey. When I returned, I again asked “Why are you here?” with great trepidation.

He apologized for not phoning because he said that he was in my neighborhood, and decided to take a chance on finding me in. His next remark shocked the hell out of me.

“Let me get right to the point. Joe told me about you and gave me your address. He told me that you are a great cocksucker. I love good blow job, no matter whose mouth it is. I know that men suck better than women, because I’ve had a few in my time.”

I almost fainted. I was amazed to think that Joe would have shared this information with him

“So do you want to suck my cock?” he asked. With that question he unzipped and took out a dick the size as Bert’s.

“Don’t say anything about this to Bert,” he cautioned. “And Joe is sworn to secrecy.”

With a dick like his staring me in the face, how could I resist?

“Let me take off my pants. It’s more relaxing that way,” he remarked. Without my answering, he proceeded to do just that. I lost no time in going to work, and he remarked, “Wow, a gum job. I love it!”

He came fast, put his pants back on, and explained, “I gotta get going. Thanks for the whiskey and the blow job. Can I phone you again soon?”

“Yes, feel free to do it. I liked it too,” I assured him.

The rest is history. Bert and Joe did phone me and come occasionally, and Peter also. And everyone lived happily ever after.