I was working overseas and I had a motor accident and ended up in a local hospital. After surgery and recovery I had to do physical therapy, to learn to use the crutches and wheelchair. The PT guy was Alfonso, a man in his thirties, soft and just a little heavy. He was competent and non communicative. Strictly professional. After a long PT session, which hurt like hell, I was back on my bed recovering from the pain. Alfonso didn't offer, he just did it. He put his hand under my hospital gown and started to massage me. He massaged me into the most painful erection of my life. He put his mouth on me and massaged me to completion. He wiped his mouth, then kissed and sucked on my penis. His eyes were closed, my hand on his head, and he made love to my penis. Until he got another erection and sucked me out a second time.
I was thankful, Alfonso was distant. He was putting a second pillow behind me, and I grabbed his neck and kissed him. I kissed him, I made sure he understood that I kissed him. He looked at me and said to me in Spanish, 'don't do that'. Fuck, I wanted to suck his dick, that's what I wanted.
I was released from the hospital and Alfonso took me home with him. Alfonso cooked for me, and helped me stand to shower, he sucked my dick, and he let me kiss him. I was ready, although unstable, and me fucking him was a disaster. He lay flat on the bed for me and I fucked him that way. I had never fucked a man with so much desire. I wanted him to know that I was fucking 'him'. He figured it out.
The long story short is that I was able to return home after eight weeks. Alfonso allowed me to take a couple of compromising pictures of him. I sucked him the day I left and got him to completion in my mouth.
It's been several months, and I haven't found a way to go back to Alfonso. I can't get over him, or wanting to be with him. I was not surprised he was gay, but I think he was surprised about me.
