Ecstasy in Paralysis - Sex Stories

Ecstasy in Paralysis

... of becoming a quadriplegic was horrifying. As a kid I would wake up every morning thinking I could move my limbs and spring out of bed like I used to. But instead, every morning id cry when I realised that I could never do that again. Sometimes I would just lay there. I would look at the ceiling and scream with tears streaming down my face and stinging my eyes. It wasn't until I was able to move my hands and fingers that I managed to gain a little hope in living. But after ten years I never made anymore progress than merely moving my hands and fingers. Reality didn't seem to matter anymore; all I wanted to do was pay those arrogant younger 'Cash master' boys to fuck with my brain. The boys would laughably yell at me and make fun of me for being a ugly 'cripple' and 'retard'. I would masturbate looking into their mean beautiful eyes as they said these horrible things. I felt like they were the only people telling the truth. I did feel 'worthless' I did feel 'ugly' and most of all I did feel like a 'Retarded Cripple'. Having these cruel words being said to me was so liberating. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Ummm...are you done yet Scotty?" I heard Tim, my 19-year-old caretaker sweetly say from outside my room. "No...I'm sorry Tim," I said puffed, tugging my penis, with my face wedged in the pillow. "I'm almost done." I said in a strained voice "OK dude," I heard him say calmly "But just thought I should let you know; its almost toilet and bath time." "Oh! Sorry Tim!" I said ashamed, how ...

... could I be so selfish? I forgot that I let Tim finish up and hangs out with his friends after my 'Toilet/Bath time', I didn't want to keep him waiting, I pull my penis harder, "Ill hurry it up!" "I-its ok dude take your time," I heard him say nicely and walk away from the door. I didn't take my time though, I pulled my dick faster and harder. Tim was so good to me and he didn't deserve to spend another second in my stupid place. Tim is 19-years-old and a very handsome blonde. I wasn't sure wether he was gay or not, he acted sweet and kind like a mother. But he liked his sports and had a magnificent muscular body. He may be paid well, but I still felt I he should have a nice evening with his friends instead of ugly-old-23-year-old me. The final thing I needed him to do was take me to the bathroom so I could clear my bowel and for him to give me a bath. Then i wouldn't need anyone for the entire evening and morning. When I was done I let him know and he eagerly took me to the bathroom to let me 'do my business' and clean me up. Afterwards, I waved thankfully at him as he departed and he waved sweetly back. I loved him. But I knew he would never think of me in the same way I did him. 2. Ill never forget the day I became paralysed. It was on the weekend. My dad had already convinced me to play a game of tackle football with all the cool boys in my grade, because they were short a player. "I don't know dad," I said at the age of twelve, "I don't like those guys, they call me 'gay'' ...