Handicapped Client

A good-looking guy sat next to me in the exit row. I hate planes and I’m usually not one for conversation while flying through the air in a metal coffin, but the guy next to me seemed friendly and interesting.

For some reason I love lying to people on airplanes and in taxi cabs.

I greeted him and asked where he was going. His face lit up and he made eye contact with me in a way that made me suspect he was after my balls.

We spoke for a bit, and then he asked where I was from.

I used to love reading World Books and I won all three Geography Bee’s in middle school, so I am pretty good at faking hometowns.

“Toronto” I replied.

“Really!” he said with such joy. “I’m from Toronto too! What part”

I used to love Toronto, for whatever reason, so I was able to dissect the city a little further.

“North York” I responded.

“Me too!” he said, his little laugh chiming in afterward. “Where in North York?”

“Kind of on the border of North York and Scarborough” I said, quickly realizing that I had pronounced the latter name incorrectly.

“Me too!” he almost yelled. “What section?”

My mind could not go any further. I was completely unfamilair with the subdivisions.

“By the police station” I said, hoping to quickly change the subject.

“Me too!” he yelled. “Where exactly?”

“Oh, I haven’t been home in years now,” I replied. “The city has changed so much I can hardly tell it apart from Hamilton!” I said, thinking my remark was a tiny little spark of a joke.

The guy next to me threw his head back in laughter, his pink gums reflecting the overhead lights.

I ended the conversation and tried to fall asleep – dreaming about TWA Flight 800.

When the plane landed, my phone beeped with new text messages and voice mails. One insistent client had called me over a dozen times.

I called him and we agreed to meet that evening.

His voice on the phone was smooth, masculine and singed with a Spanish accent. I had received pictures via e-mail of a perspective client a week before, so I assumed this was the same guy. The Spaniard in the pictures was young, good looking and athletic.

Around sunset I smoked outside my building and flirted with a girl that lives across the hall from me. Audrey is a nice looking blond girl with big tits. If I had an ounce of pussy-loving in me I’d fuck her until the stars turn blue.

I can tell she likes me, so I feed it. She touched my arm and laughed at my jokes.

A car pulled up and I told her my uncle had come to see me. She left and I stood in place, preparing for my new client.

The first thing I noticed was a handicapped card hanging from his rear view mirror. I knew then that this was not the same guy I saw in the e-mails.

The door swung open and out fell a little old man. He used a big metal walker and moved as though one leg was a wooden plank.

For a moment I pondered over handicapped sex and wheelchaired blowjobs. Then I smiled while my inner disgust quickly rose and then receded.

I greeted my client and helped him up the stairs and into my apartment. I prayed he wanted to do nothing more than watch me jack off.

In my room he very slowly undressed himself and then tumbled into my bed. I sat at the head of the bed and smoked an imaginary cigarette.

“I want you to fuck me” he said in a voice that didn’t match his appearance.

“I don’t fuck on first dates” I responded quickly.

“Oh, well then what do you do?” he asked.

“Stuff” I said, sulking in the knowledge that I wasn’t satisfying a client. I try to pleasure people as best I can, so I dislike it when I fail.

He wanted to suck my cock, so I put my hands behind my head and let him go at it. My dick was soft at first, but it grew as his tongue swirled over it.

I imagined other people when he pushed my dick against my stomach and slid his lips down to my balls.

I let him suck me for a long time. When he tired, I offered to suck him. He agreed and slowly flipped himself over so I could access his little peepee.

I gave him the best blow job I could muster – sucking as hard and fast as I could. In between breaths I rubbed my tongue through his balls and twisted my hand over his dick. I could tell he was going to cum after 30 seconds or so, so I pulled my face back and jacked him off until he squirted.

Afterwards he wanted to lye with me and talk. He asked where I was from.

“Alaska” I said. “Fairbanks, Alaska.”