NB: All names and people are fictional
It’s taken over six months and a substantial amount of cash to sort this gathering out. I never realized when the thought crossed my mind quite how much effort it would take, but the day has finally arrived.
I guess it was about a year ago that it really dawned on me that what really turns me on is men who were attracted to me being a wheelchair. I’m not just talking people who think it might be something different to try, I mean guys who get seriously hard and fantasise deeply about being with a man in a chair. For a man to get this turned on sets my pulse racing and my balls buzzing. I’ve been with a few devotee guys and it was hot although what I really want is something more, a really liberating experience. I guess I’m a sexual man, I’m not shy about my body with the right people and have had my fair share of men. Also, I’ve just hit my early 40s and realize that we have to take a grip on to life and make things happen. It’s these thoughts that led me to sitting in this hotel room today hoping things work out.
Like I said, a great deal of thought and effort has gone into this. About six months ago I fired off an invitation on several devotee websites and forums. I wasn’t sure what reaction I was going to get but thought fuck it. The advert read:
Good-looking spinal injured quadriplegic male (C6) looking for devotee men to meet for a group session in London - date and location TBC. Looks or age not important but what is vital is that you get turned on and by a man in a chair. The conditions are as follows:
I am here for your pleasure. My desire is to be sexually available to a group of devotee men. You are free to touch me, grope me, fondled me, strip me. You can do anything except fuck me.
No time wasters - you must guarantee to turn up.
You must be comfortable to share the experience with another devotee men.
There is no limit on the amount of men although there must be a minimum of four devotee attendees for the session to go ahead.
Within days, replies filtered into my inbox. More than expected. I guess there were about 30 to 40. The trouble was that most were guys overseas, wishing they could join in. The challenge was to sort out who was serious about coming along and then find a date to make it work far as many as possible. I’ve been chatting with a few guys online from America and I did know that one guy from New York was due to be in London on business. From photos I knew he was mid-40s, in decent shape and had serious thing for guys wheelchairs. To save any more distractions, I set the date for October 22, a Saturday. I knew he had the weekend spare in London so that seemed as good as any. The 40 or so respondents were soon getting whittled down as they couldn’t make the journey or weren’t serious about meeting.
This gathering is something I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time and I was willing to put my money where my mouth was. I’d saved about £1000 to make this happen, some of which I was willing to spend on getting guys over to London if they were having trouble finding the money, especially the younger lads who seemed desperate to join in but had no chance of getting the money together. I had a good idea to spend the money on. There were two or three guys who I’d been speaking with on Skype or e-mail over the last year or two. They were genuine devotees, ready and willing to experience sex with a man in a chair. I would need at least £400 for the hotel suite to cover mine and my carer’s travel to London from the North.
So here I am now, sat in the hotel suite with 15 min to go before I expect people to arrive. I’ve also put a lot of thought into what to wear. Nothing too restrictive, so right now I’m wearing loose grey tracksuit bottoms, no underwear (I never wear it) a zipped hoodie top with no T-shirt underneath. On my feet I have some plain trainers, and of course socks.
Why am I so anxious? I know for certain that at least four men will be coming. Thomas, who is executive from New York. Joseph, a 22-year-old student over from Paris (I helped pay his travel) Steve, who lives in London and I’d met before, mid thirties with average build, and a guy called Martin who I don’t know much about but lives near the hotel and is in his mid-50s.
With the shower over, I’m carried back to the bed. Someone has thoughtfully removed the cum stained top sheet an laid out towels on which I’m placed. As if experienced care attendants, each takes a towel to a different part of my body while Joseph reattaches the leg bag to the catheter. When dry I suggest I am propped up with pillows and we hang out naked and chat. Several of guys say they have to go which leaves Martin, Joseph, Steve and Thomas and we talk and relax for several hours. As the evening develops, yawns begin and I put my arms around the guys nearest to me. We are all feeling drowsy and entwined in a knot of five bodies we drift in and out of consciousness.
It’s a night I’ll never forget.