Matt was my first boyfriend. He was in a wheelchair and had a fatal form of muscular dystrophy where he wasn’t expected to live past twenty. He 8 when we met. Despite being in an electric wheelchair with limited use of his arms, he of the most handsome classy men I have ever met.
On the day he first asked me out, and I said yes and that I was interested in him as more than friends, he was very surprised.
We soon fell in “love”- that wonderful first naive type of love that makes other people sick because it is so popcorn candy sweet. I think that sometimes we exaggerated it because often people would mistake me for being “just a friend”. Unfortunatly few seem to think of “disabled” people as being sexual.
A few weeks before his 19th birthday, I totally surprised him and said that I would like to give him sex, since I couldn’t afford a nice gift and was really attracted to him.
That first night was so awkward! We started making out with him in his wheelchair… then we thought perhaps we should go to the bed. Because of his muscular dystrophy destroying the muscles in his legs, trying to lift him was dead weight. Especially since I had only watched his mom transfer him to bed and not actually been taught.
I somehow got him into bed without dropping him. We started making out again (I would move his hand over my body, or get my body close enough so he could kiss or lick…. and ofcourse I kissed and licked him too). Soon his cock was nice and hard. I was SO turned on. I rolled a condom on and got on top of him and slowly put his very hard dick inside me. The pain of the first time was exquisitly delightfully painful. It hurt, but it felt SO good in a way I had never felt before. That first time was almost a spiritual experience for both of us. I could not believe that such a big thing could fit inside of me… I orgasmed and made him come. It was wonderful.
We eventually figured out how to have sex with him in his electric wheelchair. That was fun! Because he always seemed to have personal care aids or his mom around, we had to be very creative…. Quite often, I would pretend to help him use the restroom (his personal aids didnt go to school with him) and we would do it in the faculty restroom. Or outside behind a building, or in his van while his mom was at the grocery store….
Matt died six months later of complications from muscular dystrophy holding my hand and his mother’s. He 9.
I am so happy that, however passionate and fleeting it was, that my first experiences with sex and a boyfriend were so wonderful.
Since then, I have been with others (both in wheelchairs and not)… you always remember your first love.
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