Damn so HOTTTTTTTTTTTTT. I had a very handsome roommate. Wish him had broken arms then I can wash him. This guy smells so good and clean. I don't mind to clean for him from head to toes.
Roommate's broken arm (M-M)
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Rereading the story 8 years later -- just as good.
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I loved this story and waited for it to also have an ending. I also liked some of you other guys stories!
Thanks for sharing.
The story made me think about how can arms/hands amputees manage when no possibility to masturbate! It must be kind of torture when your cock is rock hard and you can't touch it. Any you guys have any ideas? Any videos or anything? I've seen some amputee porn, but that's been parts of a leg or arm cut off, not both arms or hands gone to make masturbation impossible. Is it only wet dreams for them, maybe a friend to give a helping hand sometimes? Just a bit curious! You never really think about such when you anytime you want you can reach down and play with your cock! Thinking about how very often I masturbated at younger age, I'd exploded if I hadn't been able to masturbate myself!
Thanks for sharing.
The story made me think about how can arms/hands amputees manage when no possibility to masturbate! It must be kind of torture when your cock is rock hard and you can't touch it. Any you guys have any ideas? Any videos or anything? I've seen some amputee porn, but that's been parts of a leg or arm cut off, not both arms or hands gone to make masturbation impossible. Is it only wet dreams for them, maybe a friend to give a helping hand sometimes? Just a bit curious! You never really think about such when you anytime you want you can reach down and play with your cock! Thinking about how very often I masturbated at younger age, I'd exploded if I hadn't been able to masturbate myself!
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Also people with disabilities that prevents them from accessing their genitalia. When possible and if they can overcome the awkwardness, some hire people, from the little I know, or might be able to get help from their assistants, even if it's placing the toys and dealing with the cleaning up afterwards. Asking a friend probably only works on erotic storiesThe story made me think about how can arms/hands amputees manage when no possibility to masturbate! It must be kind of torture when your cock is rock hard and you can't touch it. Any you guys have any ideas? Any videos or anything? I've seen some amputee porn, but that's been parts of a leg or arm cut off, not both arms or hands gone to make masturbation impossible. Is it only wet dreams for them, maybe a friend to give a helping hand sometimes? Just a bit curious! You never really think about such when you anytime you want you can reach down and play with your cock! Thinking about how very often I masturbated at younger age, I'd exploded if I hadn't been able to masturbate myself!
Just remembering this docu film that touches on some of those points that you might find interesting. I thought it was really well made.
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... and films. The cute ones I'm thinking are not appropriate for this site but I like it when they incorporate this element in cinema. This short film by one of my favourite directors has a temporary incapacitated man in that scenario and I find it so intense. It's not pornographic though. It's age-restricted only because a tiny bit of nudity and also because YT is homophobic.
Sooo. How is everyone? I've recently quit my job and decided to go over a little ghost written, faux, ending for this story. I think we can all agree the original author did a good job capturing reader's imaginations. Some readers wished for an ending. Having some time to piss about, I'll leave a little ending. My writing style is different and I will not pretend and probably out of respect, not try to emulate the original author's style as if I was posing to be them. I am not. Instead, why don't we just 'fan fiction' a little ending? You like and root for these two characters, you somewhat identify with them. Now in terms of "such is life" and a lot of gay fiction, most stories like this end with the two people going off to forget each other and leave you slightly disappointed. It's always a very 'catch 22' phenomenon, you either appreciate college hookups or whatever scenarios as temporary 'once upon a time' stories, or you'd rather 2 characters actually win, and crossover into the realm of a long term whatever. At the same time, if not some temporary affair, we maybe cynical of what does crossover into a respectable, deep bond. With the author's two characters, I would be disappointed if they just shook hands and left it in college never to speak again. I'm not the best erotica writer, so I can't attempt to make a claim to fame I could top what has already happened in the narrative. But in terms of intellectual, or emotional continuity, it would be nice to carry forward the story since it left off. In however a bumbling, lackluster or monotone way as I can. But hopefully inch the plot forward as 'fanfiction- tribute'.
I wanted to say ‘I love you’ back. I can suck a fucking dick and take his- but I’m too ashamed to say it back. But then- what do I mean if I told him I love him? Aww shit. I thought so. Would it be so bad? The possible rejection. 'Ruining the status quo'. We- well, he has a girlfriend. Guaranteed I don’t anymore. No man’s rejection could shatter me more. God. To admit such vulnerability- that’s not in my nature. Was any of it my nature before him? Those thoughts weighed on me until I passed out.
4 Days later
The dorm door opened and there were hushed mummers and slight giggling. A few days have passed since my drunken ‘escapade’. A word here my mom would use, not a word generally known and used by any of us in the bullpen or in the field. The open door to the hallway made unwelcome light shine in and lessened until the room was dark again, how I like it. After that night, it was clear to say my girlfriend dumped me. I felt a bit numb about it, kept to myself. I know the phrase ‘stiff upper lip’, but what I was doing wasn’t that. I’m fucking angry all the time, sad, annoyed, jealous, insecure, petty, lashing out, bitter, jealous… I said that already… but jealous. They giggle and laugh, and make their way to his bed, my back towards them. I closed my eyes when the light was streaming in but now they’re open. I feel like I can bore holes in the wall, I’m staring at it so hard. Cinderblock, painted, nothing to write home about. Of course, you know, I don’t write home about anything. Better to stare at the wall than be cuckolded, not that he even means it that way. I’m swirling in a sea of my own mediocrity. I’m jealous and all I can think of is- ‘jealous’. He’s so- hot, he’s- beautiful. Sean is beautiful. Handsome- striking. His future baseball trading card pictures are going to look amazing, his player image on the electronic boards at games are going to look amazing, his play by play footage is going to look amazing. I’m not obsessed by ass- but his ass in slow motion going around those bases? His cute ass in white or grey baseball pants. Why do I feel contempt and fucking aroused by him?!
There I am newly single and there they are “We They go together like rama lama lama ka ding da dinga dong”- John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Great. Thanks mom and dad family movie night. Now I’m laying here listening to clothes falling to the floor to that soundtrack playing in my head. The sound of mens underwear elastic is so distinct, that would be my boy Sean’s boxer briefs off then. Fuck… ‘my boy’… Mine…. Not mine?
I roll on my back, best remove some ceiling concrete now that the wall has been made holier than Swiss cheese with my staring. I’m so dead.
Oh fuck. He’s in. And there she goes on top, riding him, lookin’ like a stupid kids car ride thing at the mall. I’m so mad. I’m so sad. I’m so jealous. I’m confused, I’m in uncharted territory. I’m self aware- check. I’m… Oh God. Oh God. I’m gonna cry. Not now, dick!
The springs creaked slightly with soft repetitive durations as Sean and his girlfriend began getting into it. The really fast, forceful shit was gonna happen very soon. A sharp exhale, inhale sniff and whimper broke Sean’s concentration. He knew exactly what that sound was. Discreet crying. His heart sank, his horniness stopped.
“Hey baby, I’m… tired, we’ll see if we can do this another night, ‘kay?”
They murmured some things and got redressed, and he walked her to the door. The door opened and closed and she was gone.
“You’re gonna make me cry too my dude.” Sean said to Rick, lowering himself to his knees on the floor beside his roommate's bed. “I can cut the sadness in the air with a knife, it’s so thick.”
“That obvious?” Rick said, making eye contact through watery eyes.
“Aww babe, you’re breaking my heart seeing you like this. Fuck man.”
“Breaking your heart? right.” Rick sniffled, chuckling in spite of himself.
Sean caressed and wiped away tears that rolled down Rick's cheek.
“Sorry you sent your trophy girl home.”
“Mmmm… Nothing I haven’t already ‘done’…”
“She’s gonna look good on your arm- MLB.” Rick mumbled through his increasingly wet pillow.
“Mmm, nah baby, she’s not gonna make it that long. ‘Term contract’, not gonna make it to a holiday with the parents. Mind if I lay down?”
“Knock yourself out.” Rick said, scooting himself over on his bed. Sean got up off the floor and joined his mate on the bed.
“Aww babe, you got your pillows all wet.”
“I’m sorry!” Rick said, letting out a pent up shaking cry.
“Don’t apologize. You never have to apologize to me for crying and feeling vulnerable.”
“You. Are. Sooo. Perfect.” Rick cried, smiled, and cried. The shame of feeling like an ‘ugly crier’ made him laugh slightly in spite of himself.
“Ahh… A smile! There’s my boy! Somewhere behind all these field sprinklers is my boy.”
“Yeah? I’m a real mess. I look like every romance drama my mom and I ever watched.” Rick said, batting away warm tears.
“That’s cute, I watch that shit too. But, ‘kay, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t even know what’s wron- I do- I don’t.”
“Want me to guess?”
“I don’t know. Swing.”
“You know, I’m not all ‘brawn, no brains’, I got some brains. Though I keep it pretty well hidden. “I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence.”
“Charles Dickens?”
“Yes sirrrr, buut they used it in The Dark Knight, Batman so, that’s why I remember it. But… drumroll, and be very surprised and impressed I’m this intelligent. Do I hold a sanctuary in your heart?”
“Yes.”
“And you do in mine too.”
“You’re being very sweet to me right now.”
“I wish I was always sweet, but then you know, I’d lose my jock-like, sexy charm.”
Sean quipped, placed his leg over Rick and positioned himself to hold tight his friend.
“I can’t pretend or deny… I admire you- I’m jealous of how good you are, and you’re extremely- more hotter than me.”
“I suppose I’m not supposed to get ‘big headed’ after a review like that, huh?”
“Or hard.”
“Well. I am feeling very submissive, wanting to make you feel better, but we’ll get to that later. You were saying?”
“I… love you too. I heard you say it, I wanted to say it back. And… I don’t think I want you to go off and be in the MLB and lose you.”
“You’re stupid!”
“Well that’s not the answer I was-“
“I’m not leaving you ifffff I get into the MLB, I’m taking you with me!”
“What?!”
“I will never have a trophy wife in the stands. A while ago I knew- I wanted you. You’re not just some horny little college romp I will have had ‘back in the day’. If… you will have me… as… what, -I don’t know.”
“You want to take this out of state?”
“Coast to coast, us in the Redwoods, us in Tennessee, New York. I want photos with you everywhere. Iowa.”
“You’re making it very hard to cry right now.” Rick replied. It felt a little cheesy to him, the sentiment, but he was entirely down. There was nothing he’d contradict with what Sean said.
“And you’re making me want to service you (to feel) better.” Sean bit his lip, smirked, and dotted his eyes down and back up.
“Hard, huh?”
“Best loads and best hard ones with you.”
“You’ll suck me better?”
“Yes sir!”
“Fuck I like you submissive.”
“‘Bet you do.”
Sean pulled Rick’s underwear down. Rick's dick throbbed to size.
“I’m fuckin brickin up.” Rick said, his lips at the side of Sean’s neck.
“Damn right you are babe.” Sean responded, his lips finding their way, meeting Rick’s. The audible lip smacking of urgent making out filled the room. Dude knew how to kiss to make someone feel better. The feeling of the lip on lip action, was sensual, powerful and strong. Making out with Sean- you could build a life on it, or at least get hopes up for more. The intensity and raw ecstasy of the two, having disclosed their love for each other was intoxicatingly inspiring. Sean began to suck Rick. This was going to be a ten minute ‘last challenge’. Sean was making sure any notion of crying was gone for the night and only lusty testosterone filled air filled the room. His mouth pulled out all the stops. Within six minutes ropes of cum filled his mouth and dripped down Rick's shaft and onto the sheets. They kissed and then Sean returned the favor in full. After, both of them were covered in cum they had a shower together and pondered what was to be. Sean knew he had to move up his breakup, and both of them felt being two straight guys in a mutual, down low romance or whatever later- was a good pact to have and hold.
“My sanctuary.” Rick said, thinking back on the conversation they had half an hour ago.
“My baby” Sean replied, running his fingers through Rick’s hair.
“Helping you with your arm-“
“Was the best thing to happen to us I think.” Sean continued.
“Exactly.”
I wanted to say ‘I love you’ back. I can suck a fucking dick and take his- but I’m too ashamed to say it back. But then- what do I mean if I told him I love him? Aww shit. I thought so. Would it be so bad? The possible rejection. 'Ruining the status quo'. We- well, he has a girlfriend. Guaranteed I don’t anymore. No man’s rejection could shatter me more. God. To admit such vulnerability- that’s not in my nature. Was any of it my nature before him? Those thoughts weighed on me until I passed out.
4 Days later
The dorm door opened and there were hushed mummers and slight giggling. A few days have passed since my drunken ‘escapade’. A word here my mom would use, not a word generally known and used by any of us in the bullpen or in the field. The open door to the hallway made unwelcome light shine in and lessened until the room was dark again, how I like it. After that night, it was clear to say my girlfriend dumped me. I felt a bit numb about it, kept to myself. I know the phrase ‘stiff upper lip’, but what I was doing wasn’t that. I’m fucking angry all the time, sad, annoyed, jealous, insecure, petty, lashing out, bitter, jealous… I said that already… but jealous. They giggle and laugh, and make their way to his bed, my back towards them. I closed my eyes when the light was streaming in but now they’re open. I feel like I can bore holes in the wall, I’m staring at it so hard. Cinderblock, painted, nothing to write home about. Of course, you know, I don’t write home about anything. Better to stare at the wall than be cuckolded, not that he even means it that way. I’m swirling in a sea of my own mediocrity. I’m jealous and all I can think of is- ‘jealous’. He’s so- hot, he’s- beautiful. Sean is beautiful. Handsome- striking. His future baseball trading card pictures are going to look amazing, his player image on the electronic boards at games are going to look amazing, his play by play footage is going to look amazing. I’m not obsessed by ass- but his ass in slow motion going around those bases? His cute ass in white or grey baseball pants. Why do I feel contempt and fucking aroused by him?!
There I am newly single and there they are “We They go together like rama lama lama ka ding da dinga dong”- John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Great. Thanks mom and dad family movie night. Now I’m laying here listening to clothes falling to the floor to that soundtrack playing in my head. The sound of mens underwear elastic is so distinct, that would be my boy Sean’s boxer briefs off then. Fuck… ‘my boy’… Mine…. Not mine?
I roll on my back, best remove some ceiling concrete now that the wall has been made holier than Swiss cheese with my staring. I’m so dead.
Oh fuck. He’s in. And there she goes on top, riding him, lookin’ like a stupid kids car ride thing at the mall. I’m so mad. I’m so sad. I’m so jealous. I’m confused, I’m in uncharted territory. I’m self aware- check. I’m… Oh God. Oh God. I’m gonna cry. Not now, dick!
The springs creaked slightly with soft repetitive durations as Sean and his girlfriend began getting into it. The really fast, forceful shit was gonna happen very soon. A sharp exhale, inhale sniff and whimper broke Sean’s concentration. He knew exactly what that sound was. Discreet crying. His heart sank, his horniness stopped.
“Hey baby, I’m… tired, we’ll see if we can do this another night, ‘kay?”
They murmured some things and got redressed, and he walked her to the door. The door opened and closed and she was gone.
“You’re gonna make me cry too my dude.” Sean said to Rick, lowering himself to his knees on the floor beside his roommate's bed. “I can cut the sadness in the air with a knife, it’s so thick.”
“That obvious?” Rick said, making eye contact through watery eyes.
“Aww babe, you’re breaking my heart seeing you like this. Fuck man.”
“Breaking your heart? right.” Rick sniffled, chuckling in spite of himself.
Sean caressed and wiped away tears that rolled down Rick's cheek.
“Sorry you sent your trophy girl home.”
“Mmmm… Nothing I haven’t already ‘done’…”
“She’s gonna look good on your arm- MLB.” Rick mumbled through his increasingly wet pillow.
“Mmm, nah baby, she’s not gonna make it that long. ‘Term contract’, not gonna make it to a holiday with the parents. Mind if I lay down?”
“Knock yourself out.” Rick said, scooting himself over on his bed. Sean got up off the floor and joined his mate on the bed.
“Aww babe, you got your pillows all wet.”
“I’m sorry!” Rick said, letting out a pent up shaking cry.
“Don’t apologize. You never have to apologize to me for crying and feeling vulnerable.”
“You. Are. Sooo. Perfect.” Rick cried, smiled, and cried. The shame of feeling like an ‘ugly crier’ made him laugh slightly in spite of himself.
“Ahh… A smile! There’s my boy! Somewhere behind all these field sprinklers is my boy.”
“Yeah? I’m a real mess. I look like every romance drama my mom and I ever watched.” Rick said, batting away warm tears.
“That’s cute, I watch that shit too. But, ‘kay, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t even know what’s wron- I do- I don’t.”
“Want me to guess?”
“I don’t know. Swing.”
“You know, I’m not all ‘brawn, no brains’, I got some brains. Though I keep it pretty well hidden. “I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence.”
“Charles Dickens?”
“Yes sirrrr, buut they used it in The Dark Knight, Batman so, that’s why I remember it. But… drumroll, and be very surprised and impressed I’m this intelligent. Do I hold a sanctuary in your heart?”
“Yes.”
“And you do in mine too.”
“You’re being very sweet to me right now.”
“I wish I was always sweet, but then you know, I’d lose my jock-like, sexy charm.”
Sean quipped, placed his leg over Rick and positioned himself to hold tight his friend.
“I can’t pretend or deny… I admire you- I’m jealous of how good you are, and you’re extremely- more hotter than me.”
“I suppose I’m not supposed to get ‘big headed’ after a review like that, huh?”
“Or hard.”
“Well. I am feeling very submissive, wanting to make you feel better, but we’ll get to that later. You were saying?”
“I… love you too. I heard you say it, I wanted to say it back. And… I don’t think I want you to go off and be in the MLB and lose you.”
“You’re stupid!”
“Well that’s not the answer I was-“
“I’m not leaving you ifffff I get into the MLB, I’m taking you with me!”
“What?!”
“I will never have a trophy wife in the stands. A while ago I knew- I wanted you. You’re not just some horny little college romp I will have had ‘back in the day’. If… you will have me… as… what, -I don’t know.”
“You want to take this out of state?”
“Coast to coast, us in the Redwoods, us in Tennessee, New York. I want photos with you everywhere. Iowa.”
“You’re making it very hard to cry right now.” Rick replied. It felt a little cheesy to him, the sentiment, but he was entirely down. There was nothing he’d contradict with what Sean said.
“And you’re making me want to service you (to feel) better.” Sean bit his lip, smirked, and dotted his eyes down and back up.
“Hard, huh?”
“Best loads and best hard ones with you.”
“You’ll suck me better?”
“Yes sir!”
“Fuck I like you submissive.”
“‘Bet you do.”
Sean pulled Rick’s underwear down. Rick's dick throbbed to size.
“I’m fuckin brickin up.” Rick said, his lips at the side of Sean’s neck.
“Damn right you are babe.” Sean responded, his lips finding their way, meeting Rick’s. The audible lip smacking of urgent making out filled the room. Dude knew how to kiss to make someone feel better. The feeling of the lip on lip action, was sensual, powerful and strong. Making out with Sean- you could build a life on it, or at least get hopes up for more. The intensity and raw ecstasy of the two, having disclosed their love for each other was intoxicatingly inspiring. Sean began to suck Rick. This was going to be a ten minute ‘last challenge’. Sean was making sure any notion of crying was gone for the night and only lusty testosterone filled air filled the room. His mouth pulled out all the stops. Within six minutes ropes of cum filled his mouth and dripped down Rick's shaft and onto the sheets. They kissed and then Sean returned the favor in full. After, both of them were covered in cum they had a shower together and pondered what was to be. Sean knew he had to move up his breakup, and both of them felt being two straight guys in a mutual, down low romance or whatever later- was a good pact to have and hold.
“My sanctuary.” Rick said, thinking back on the conversation they had half an hour ago.
“My baby” Sean replied, running his fingers through Rick’s hair.
“Helping you with your arm-“
“Was the best thing to happen to us I think.” Sean continued.
“Exactly.”
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Hi, I would like to read your stories but blogspot isn't there anymore. Do you happen to have them uploaded to Nifty or another story site by any chance?
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No I deleted the blog because I don't want them out there. They are not online anywhere (or better not be).
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That's a real shame imo...I love your stories. You're a really gifted writer, but I'm sure that you had your reasons for doing it.
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first time reading this, so hot wish he was not banned and completed it
I cannot believe no one thanked @Rutherruther for his contribution.
THANK YOU RUTHERRUTHER.
And fwiw, I think you did great!
THANK YOU RUTHERRUTHER.
And fwiw, I think you did great!
I’ll admit I took a stab at it. One of those things in passing. Consider it a Saturday night with nothing better to do. I read it after and was horrified. I should have done better. Busted a nut. That’s what I shoulda made you guys do. Just heavy breathing, post-cum reviews I don’t know. Guess I should try my had at a story one day. Seems there’s such a “science” behind it. I want the walls behind people’s head boards wet. That would mean I did a good job But thank you. I did try to do it justice, I just think I missed a little. And wish I did a refined draft. I appreciate the recognition though. Here we are years later. God bless that original writer. I hope they had somethings to write about after their departure. The original story we all admired. *salute*
I don’t know. Guess I should try my had at a story one day. Seems there’s such a “science” behind it. I want the walls behind people’s head boards wet. That would mean I did a good job But thank you. I did try to do it justice, I just think I missed a little. And wish I did a refined draft. I appreciate the recognition though. Here we are years later. God bless that original writer. I hope they had somethings to write about after their departure. The original story we all admired. *salute*
