Paralysed Faggot 1 - Sex Stories

Paralysed Faggot 1

... situation would be ruined. There was no real way for me to hint that to Tim without giving away the situation to him either. I just had to let it all roll out and see if Tim and Michael would or wouldn't discover my secret through discussing things with one another. I preyed they wouldn't find out. In the mean time I had arrogant teenagers to pay. 5. Hours had passed and Tim had returned home from collage. He pretended that he didn't seem to be in a hurry to swap our belongings between the two rooms. But I could see it in his eyes. His hands and feet were jittery with excitement. He couldn't wait to have the whole house to his and his boyfriends disposal. In the late afternoon Tim had exchanged all his belongings with mine. Pictures of hot topless men, An MP3 Music player dock with small speakers and study text books on anatomy were what I could remember best. He then grabbed my two chubby legs, lifted them and up and with his wonderful strength, ripped the sheets from under me the swiftness of his strong throwing arm. "Its almost toilet and bathtime dude," Tim said, "When your soaking in the bath ill change the sheets over," Soon after, strong and beautiful Tim carried me into the bathroom and sat me upright on the toilet. I finished my business on the toilet and Tim seemed eager to get my anus wiping over and quick. After he was done, he carried me over towards the bathtub and set me into the clean soapy water that had the most wonderful temperature. Tim always seemed to ...

... get the temperature just right. Tim then retreated to finish up our room swapping. He only needed to swap the sheets between the two beds and the transition was complete. Both of us couldn't wait. Tim returned in the next five minutes and washed me. He spared no places when it came to washing me with the sponge. He would wipe and clean every inch of my arms and legs; lifting my chubby legs up as he washed my anus and crotch region. I would gaze at Tims beautiful face as he cleaned away at my most intimate area's. The few places I had physical feeling. He didn't show glee or discust. He just had a blank face of pure business. It was his job after all. I was in heaven as this glorious beautiful creature touched me with strength of his arms and hands. Tim then dried me off and we were both prepared for the night ahead of us. He then carried me to new bedroom I was going to lay in. We entered and I observed it. It had been so long. The room was nothing like mine. It was maybe quarter of the size of my room. A dripping water-pipe could be seen on the top right hand corner of the ceiling. The light was turned on, but it was flickering and dim. All my personal items were squashed on to a single chest of draws right next to the tiny, brown and crooked bed. The bed had two thin pillows and my state of the art laptop computer had been safely transfered from one room to the other. "Not what your used to huh," Tim frowned holding me,"Are you sure your ok about this Scotty?" "This is just ...