When I was a queer back when I was young

Following an accident when I was in college that required a year of recovery I had a physical therapist, Manny, who spent a lot of time with me. For the longest time he had to help me up out of the chair. He would put his arms under my arms to lift me and his head on my shoulder. Once I was standing, he was holding me, I could feel the full weight of his body against me.  That feeling of a man holding me, his hips against mine, was what I looked forward every day Manny came to help me. 

Manny was from South of the Border, a big and strong man, and I fell in lust for him. I wanted him kissing me, I wanted him holding me, I wanted him on top of me. I maybe couldn't walk and support my weight, but I could certainly lay face first and support Manny's weight on my back as he thrust his hips against me.  When he kissed me it was out of this world. When he placed his penis on my face to kiss and suck, I felt that feeling rush through me. It took a long time, over eight months before I could support my weight on crutches. 

I remember sitting on the porch of the house, and Manny kissing me. I was off all pain medication, and Manny could always get me to rise to the occasion. He massaged my penis, and once he got me into an erection he used his mouth. When I came, I caught him by surprise, he held my penis but he let me cum all over his face. He rubbed his face against my wet penis. Now he knew that I was going to be all right. 

Time works against you, and one day Manny told me he had to return to Mexico because his father needed him.  His goodbye kiss stayed with me for the longest time. Before he left Manny gave me one last complete fucking to completion. I was all queer for him, every ounce in my body. But its been hard for me to be queer for anyone else, and it still is, all these years later.