I met Oscar online, off of one of those hook up apps. We had some shared interests and according to his profile photo he was also pretty cute. He was short, probably 5'7", with light brown skin and black hair. He was younger than me probably mid twenties and he had one of those emo haircuts where it's short all the way around but it swoops over the top. He knew about my disability and that this would be my first time with a man, but he seemed cool with the whole situation and we had gotten to know each other pretty well. I have a form of Muscular Dystrophy that makes me unable to move my arms and legs but I have full sensation all over my body. However, this would be the first time we met in person.
I was laying in bed naked underneath my sheets. My caregiver had undressed me and left my phone next to me so that I could call in case Oscar didn't show up or there was some other emergency. My caregiver was fine with the whole thing but she wasn't all that interested in meeting my would-be lover. So she left the door unlocked, and Oscar knew to come right in when he arrived. We were both taking big risks, but I had faith that nothing horrible would happen and that this would be a rewarding experience for both Oscar and I.
In my excited state, that I jumped when there was a knock at the door. The door opened slightly and a male voice said, "Hello, Chris?"
"I'm back here Oscar, please come in and lock the door behind you." There was a pause, but then I heard a click as the latch slid into place. He walked slowly towards my room looking for me. I saw him cross the threshold and he looked almost the same as his photo. His hair was the same but he had used an older photo in his profile. I was actually glad to see that we were closer in age, but despite being older than I thought, he was still very attractive.
Oscar actually looked relieved when he saw that I was also the same person that he had met online. He was simply dressed, black t-shirt, sweatpants and a baseball hat. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you in person." Oscar spoke softly and soothingly, making me feel immediately at ease. In that very moment I knew that all of this had been well worth it.
My lap was covered by my sheets but my torso was fully exposed. "I didn't know if you had any lube so I brought some with me," he said holding up a small grocery bag.
"Oh, good," I said, "I didn't even think of that, thank you." Oscar put the bag down and approached the side of my bed, he looked me up and down with a fascinated cool look on his face. He looked down and a coy smile crept across his lips.
"I see that you're excited to see me." For a second I was confused, but then I followed his gaze over to the tent poking out of my lap. Looking closely I could see a small dark spot at the peak getting larger and larger as my precum started to drip out. Oscar said, "Let's give that puppy some air shall we." I nodded in reply.
He slowly pulled back the sheet exposing my erect penis and balls. I asked him to leave my feet covered so that they would stay warm. The air on my genitals gave me a slight shiver and I could feel my nipples harden and my sphincter tighten. My cock bobbed a little as more precum dribbled down my shaft. "Ooh baby if you get any wetter we won't even need the lube I bought," Oscar said in a fake disappointed voice. Before I said anything else he told me to relax and that he had everything "handled." I had him lay me back and raise the bed frame up with the bed controller, but I didn't lay too far back because I wanted to watch him. Oscar began by sliding his hands all over my chest and stomach, gently caressing my sides, waist and down the inside of my thighs. He slid his hand over the length of my dick, then lifted it up and reached his other hand underneath my balls and gently squeezed them. "Let's give you some relief." He then opened the bag and pulled out a tube of pharmacy brand lubricant*
Oscar flipped the top of the tube open and tried to squeeze a small amount of lube into his palm but nothing came out. He tried again and still nothing. After a short, loud laugh Oscar said, "It's got the foil thing still on." Once again he squeezed the tube and this time a clear, slightly viscous liquid dripped into his palm.
Oscar stepped right next to me. I could feel his body heat as he reached over to my throbbing cock. He grabbed my cock with his clean hand and pulled back my foreskin. It hurt a little as the skin was pulled taught. Holding the skin back he rubbed the excess lube from his other hand all over the head of my hot member. In a gentle twisting motion he worked his hand down my shaft, making sure that every inch was slick with lube. Then Oscar gripped the head of my cock tighter and began massaging the swollen glans rhythmically. He twisted, caressed, and squeezed me with such glee and attention to detail that I felt like my cock was being worshiped. He moved his hands up and down like this several times, every time he squeezed me I swear that I was an inch away from showering the bed with my pleasure. Oscar stopped and let go of me. I was upset so I asked, "What, why did you stop, please don't stop, I'm so close!" I hated how desperate I sounded but I had never felt so good before in my life.
