A Boy in the Arms of a Blind Man

Boy in the arms of a blind man (The guide) (gay, encounters) By Alfredo Garcia

The man was fifty, tall and strong, but disheveled, with beard of several days. He always appeared this way and in the same old coat even though it was already spring He was an oddity in the university dining hall, the territory of the gifted, the young, the beautiful and aspiring, particularly because he was blind.

He came by bus and, aided by his white stick, and knew his way to the entrance of the refectory, where the students ate. Almost always, someone would politely offer to carry his meal tray to a table and, having done so, would make a hasty retreat. If there were no volunteer, he would ask in a sullen tone for assistance but never gave thanks for the help. His manner did not invite company, and he ate alone.

I had seen him on a number of occasions and today found myself in the queue behind him. Soundlessly, I helped him with his tray to an empty table, and then felt some strange compulsion to sit down silently opposite him. Did compassion or curiosity attract me or was it something else entirely? Certainly fear and apprehension were in the mixture but all made an intoxicating brew. Who was this man who drew me to the table? How did this exotic creature so confidently penetrate a world of learning and privilege? His dress, his movement, his manner, gave not a hint of education, refinement or sophistication yet he occupied the space as if it were his.

I gazed across the table trying to make some sense of the man and indeed my own actions. I imagined he did not know I was even there sitting opposite him watching his movements and was startled when he looked directly at me and spoke.

-" What do you think of me?" . His voice was deep and resonating and demanded an answer.

Unable to collect my thoughts, I gave none.

• "Are not you the one who brought me the tray, and is your name not Alfredo?"

• "Yes," I replied, astonished. "How do you know my name?"

-"I know a great deal. One of the advantages of being blind is that we learn to listen. When you and some of your colleagues eat at the table next to mine things are said. You are a first year student, you have read Nietzsche, and are something of an anarchist. Your boarding house is not far from where I live. I have even heard some of your comments about me! I seem to be an intelligent and sensitive boy, very different from the mackerel you hang about with."

-" I'm sorry you heard what I said." I apologized wracking my brain to recall what it might have been. "I was not meant for you to hear. I am, sorry if I've upset you" .

-" Do not worry boy, I'm used to much worse. The truth is you have curiosity.

• I am Michael. I have not always been blind and I read Nietzsche years ago. " He held out his hand "I have been a concert pianist and composer. See my hands? They were large and expressive but now knarled and rough. "They do not seem the hands of a pianist, do they? " In truth I thought they did not, but I said nothing. My eyes were still fixed on them as he continued.

" I've traveled the world and lived many lives. My temper and my dependence on drink led to an accident and what you see before you. Do not feel sorry for me, I deserved all that befell me but I regret nothing. I am strong and envy no one - except maybe someone like you, smart, sensitive and with your whole life ahead." He paused and his eyes looked at me as if he could see.

"But let us talk about Nietzsche, since I know of your fascination with him. Nietzsche, the great deceiver! I detect there was something in him that repelled you, ...."

I found my voice and we talked for a long while. I tried to follow his long, looping sentences, but frequently found myself lost but also at times felt flashes of insight from his words. At last he asked me to accompany him into the bus. As we rose, his strong hand gripped my arm. This first physical contact sent a shiver run through my body. He must have felt it.

-"Sorry boy, I pushed too hard, I have lost some control of my strength."

Darkness was falling as we made our way towards the bus stop. It was at that moment when I felt panic. My mind raced. Surely I could pull away and run strongly, though he still held me. He seemed to sense my fear, and loosened the grip of his hand on my arm, but without releasing it. Instinctively I knew that at this moment I could go, but it would mean I could never to return. I felt a contraction in my penis and then, little by little it began to fill with blood. I did not flee. I did not understand what was happening. I was not used to physical contact and especially not being held in this.

We boarded the bus at the read and took just a few steps onto the platform where the men stood. He did not venture up the step to the higher level where many seat lay vacant. I stayed next to though he dropped my arm. I breathed a silent sigh of relief but then felt his hand on my shoulder. I dared no speak but felt my erection growing uncomfortably in my pants. Covertly, I thought, I pushed it to a more comfortable position.

-"You are afraid?"

-"Y--Y--Y--Yes." I stuttered.

It seems he knew everything - my fear, my desire to escape. He knew of my cock throbbing in my pants and the strange power he had over me. As I tried to plot my escape he abruptly he changed the subject.

• "Do you like classical music?"

-"Beethoven, Bach, Mozart" I gushed, relieved at something to focus my chaotic thoughts.

"-Let me guess, the second movement of Beethoven seventh symphony." he suggested.

• "How do you know?" I said again taken back that he had named my favorite piece in all the world.

"-I know much more than you can imagine." he said, disturbing my equilibrium once again.

The hand that had rested on my shoulder slid down my back to the waist. If it had strayed further, I would not have stopped him.

The bus jolted and my body swayed suddenly against him. My hand instinctively flew back to grab some support to save myself and came in contact with his cock. For and instant it was in my hand - erect like mine. In horror of what I felt, I pulled it back , but the deed was done. He rubbed my neck with his hand in reassurance. My eyes darted around and I realized we were alone on the bus. Now I looked at him, at his unseeing blue eyes, his inscrutable face. He caressed my cheeks.

-"To know your face" he said and I closed my eyes. My legs were shaking and my heart was pounding and I leant against his chest, as his fingers caressed my forehead, cheeks, lips.

-"Relax" he whispered. "Let it happen". I felt his big hand on my thigh. I froze. For a moment all was so still I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Then his hand move into my crotch. I did nothing when his fingers closed around the hard shape of my cock.

"Yes, I though so" were his only words as his hand made certain of my situation then slowly withdrew.

"I received a letter yesterday". He paused. We had reached our stop. "Will you read it for me?" I knew it was an excuse. He seemed to know I needed one. I agreed as something inside me compelled my forward.

Together we alighted and turned in his direction -- away from my boarding house. He held my arm and guided me to his door. My erection had diminished, but a faint and pleasant feeling enveloped my body. I would go with him and accept all that he proposed. I continued to fear, but I could do no other, so complete now was his power over me.

We climbed the stairs; he opened the door and gently guided me inside, his hand firmly on my back. I did not protest. He did not put on any light, I suppose he never did. Some light from the street entered though the large windows. I was comfortable in the semidarkness but also suddenly exhausted and sank down onto the couch. The room was large, well furnished, but very untidy, cluttered with books and music as well as a table a table with liquor bottles and glasses. In the background stood a grand piano. He offered me lemonade, and for himself, he poured a glass of brandy.

Nervous and not knowing what would come next, I asked him play something.

As I drank the lemonade came the notes of Beethoven's Sonata No. 14 - again he had guessed my tastes. How could this man so grim and eccentric play something so clear and beautiful?.

As the last notes died, I was drifting and slightly dizzy. I felt him sit on the couch beside me. I closed my eyes as he bent over me, caressing my eyelids, then the edge of my lips, as he unbuttoned my shirt. I raised no resistance. His big strong hand caressed my chest, making my nipples erect. He pinched and played with them until I moaned with pleasure. His lips pressed onto mine strangely sweet and soft. His tongue searched and I opened my mouth for him. He sucked my tongue and when I drew him into my mouth, he to groaned with pleasure. Slowly and deliberately he undressed me revealing my pale body to his hands. Naked I lay there and opened my eyes and watched as he undressed. The tattered and aged clothes fell away to reveal a body big and strong. His penis was thick and large - beautiful in the dim light. How could such power and strength have been so disguised?

-" Now you can look at my body, handsome boy?" He said as my eyes to wander freely over him.

He took my hand and place it round his penis .It grew in my hand, hard, yet silky smooth and soft.

-"Come, my frightened rabbit, sit on my lap. You will see how happy I can make you."

Obediently I slid onto his thighs, and rested my cheek on his strong and hairy chest. Then began to feel the most exquisite caresses a boy can receive. The touch and elevated sensed of the blind can express special passion that makes up its lack of vision. My torso, arms, hands, arms, chest, back, feet, legs, were lavished with attention. His finger played with my testicles. My penis was hard and wetted and ached to be touched -- but that was denied. He and only he would determine when I would come and it was not yet.

He turned me to one side and lifted my thigh and I let him caress my ass. Hs finger tip teased my anus coaxing it to open. I had not learned the skill but he whispered in my ear what I must do. He drew back and put his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them and flushed with saliva. His wetted digits again pressed between my buttocks as he and whispering his soft commands. With one finger gently opened me. I let out a short gasp as he penetrated and, having opened the door, pushed deep inside. It hurt for a instant then, the most exquisite pleasure flooded over me as he massaged my prostate.

"Don't stop, please don't stop" I begged as his finger slide back and forth inside me. He bowed his head and lapped my penis with his tongue, then swallowed it whole. I arched my back and, with deep sobs, came shooting in his mouth.

As my cock finally stopped its pulsing, he let it slip wetly form his lips. Fully spent, I collapsed weakly into his arms. I pressed his hand as I felt it pull from me

"Not yet" I begged. "Not yet" holding it in place.

"My sweet and pretty boy." He sighed and kisses me passionately on the mouth. There we lay drifting in sweet embrace. Then I felt him lift me in his arms can carry me. He spread me on the broad open bed. Still half asleep I felt him rise and leave to room only to return holding a glass in his hand for me.,

"This is to relax." he assured me. I accepted it, knowing it would take me to some new place.

He rolled me face down and, with his strong hands opened my buttocks. His tongue began to lick me.. I felt this perfect pleasure as in some distant place Nadir confessed his love to Leila. I knew what lay ahead. I knew his monstrous cock would be inside me and fear welled up.

-"Do not cry little boy, that very soon you will live the most beautiful moment of your life".

With cream warmed in his hands he lubricated my ass, and penetrated me again with a finger, and sent me to that pleasure place. Then two, then three. My passion burned and blazed. I wanted with all my heart to feel his penis. I wanted it to posses me , to hurt me, I wanted to give him pleasure. I was mad with lust.

-"Please, fuck me, I need it more than anything in the world." I implored.

He put his lubricated penis onto my anus, and pressed. I bit my lips. It was as if it would to tear me in two. I knew it must be. I knew it had to be. On the verge fainting, my body arched, my face contorted from the stabbing pain he forced himself into me. Then the earth had fallen away as I impale on his cock as his pubic hair brushed my soft and white buttocks. He was completely inside me, and I was still alive. As if floating in time and space we remained motionless. His hand reached round and squeezed my nipples.

"Good boy" he murmured and the sharpness of the pain decreased as I discovered how to relax. I grew hard again as slowly he began to moving inside me.

For the first time I felt truly loved, I felt fine. It was the happiest moment of my life, and I wanted that it would never end. He and I were now to be one, united in deeper communion, where life and death touch. Now going in and out of me, we were making love, the most perfect union of two living beings. The drug intensified my sensations. Wave after wave pleasure washed over my body. I rocked up and down meeting the surge of the crest, feeling it lift me, and letting myself sink into the trough only to be lifted again by the next. Life was worth living for this instant.

I moaned and shouted my love.

-"That's my handsome boy, that's the voice I want to hear, the one from all the clatter in the dining hall. Be happy my love."

Both the pain and pleasure were mixed together. Mind and body unleashed, wild and free. Images flashed before me. I saw myself, naked and beautiful, writhing in pleasure, under a barrage of orgasms, sometimes rapid and violent, and others slow and infinitely sweet. Sensations of cold to make me shiver and heat to make me sweat. Then came his voice deep and distant, sounds of passion, no heard but felt. Then my words in panting shout, words till today I could not say and dared not contemplate. I begged him to be spill in my gut, and that with his semen make me son.

I offered him the metamorphosis of my soul.

Where and when it ended I do not know. But my cock stained his sheets my anus leaked. I must have lost consciousness before he pulled away from my but his hot semen in my heart overflowed.

I awoke with a severe headache, I went to the bathroom and I drink a glass water, he was sleeping peacefully on his back in the middle of the bed, the light of day through the window. But I did not want that day, I closed the curtains and plunged the room back into darkness and we were the same.

I lay down beside him longing for him to awaken, to feel his touch. My head throbbed and I needed his hands on my skin, down all over my body. Gently I turned and my hand felt the undulations of his naked chest, his strong legs, his huge and hairy testicles. The tips of my fingers wandered over the contours of his sex. I kissed his cheeks, my tongue tip traced his lips. His breath heaved heavy and he began to stir. I watched his imperious cock flood and swell to my touch but he gently turned away my hand and rose up. He loomed up over me as his big strong hands took control caressing and pinching my erect nipples. I began to moan as his teeth bit into my neck. .

-"Little boy I will give you all you need".

I shook as his hand went down my back, caressing and spreading my buttocks then sliding underneath me, between my legs, stroking the inside of the thighs. I opened to the caress. I went looking for his lips, and passionately I pressed my tongue in his mouth.

-"Be still little boy" he pulled away "Everything will happen in its time".

He put two fingers in my mouth, and I lubricated them again with my saliva, knowing their fate. The fingers began to penetrate me, one hand stroking my perineum. I lifted myself, greedily seeking deeper penetration and to relieve my super-excited penis from the friction of the sheets. He found my tongue and sucked on it eagerly, then his fingers touched my prostate and I my cock erupted from my ridged pulsing body spraying us with my essence.

-"I am so sorry " I blurted out perplexed at my lack of control.

-"That will be better my beautiful boy," he reassured me " Now you can enjoy me more" And with that he slipped his cock head in to my ass. This time it do not hurt as much as before. Face to face we could kiss, I could caress his strong chest, and feel my penis against his belly. I felt more open, more dedicated, surrounding his body with my legs, my arms around his neck, he whispered in my ear.

-"My beautiful boy is on his wedding night."

I blushed in the dark. He fucked me slowly and for a long, long time. I discovered that I could cum inside myself, a kind of inward orgasm. He would sense each one and for a moment rest to let me feel the pleasure of it all. He told tighten the muscles of my rectum, so compress his penis to give him more pleasure. At the end I got it, and despite his effort to delay his orgasm, I made him cum in me.

-"You slut" he chided me "You give pleasure to a male".

And there we lay with him inside, his whole weight pressing down on me. And so I slept in blissful calm.

When I woke, he was no longer beside me, I rang up the curtains, looked at the clock, it was already noon and he was not at home. On the table lay a letter postmarked in the United States. Why did I think it was left for me? I opened it. It was from his daughter inviting him to come and live with her. It spoke of music, it seemed she was also musician. A photo fell from the envelope. It was she playing the violin at a concert - a very beautiful girl.

I passed the following week in a daze. First the fear that I had contracted a disease then embarrassed and appalled at what I had said and done in a moment of unbridled passion. Not a moment passed without memories of that night filling my thoughts. I had never had such desires but then memories came flooding back. there was the fondling by a neighbor seven years older than me, and as a teenager and in college, the strange attraction to a lad two years younger than me, also advances that made to me by an athlete I admired but shunned in panic. Small details of family and friends, a momentary glance, a touch, a moment left alone. What did this mean?

What did the blind man see in me that, with my eyesight, I could not feel? Why did I moan with pleasure under his hands? What if my companions knew of this? That week I did not go to eat at the dining halls; I was terrified he would be there and detect me from the faintest scent. Yet I hunger for his touch the exquisite pleasure and pain that he bestowed.

My absence from the refectory concerned my friends. They said the blind man had asked for me, and wanted my address. To my relief, they gave him nothing but I feared what yet he may divulge to them. I was the cause of a few smiles when it was reported we were seen on the bus.. To complete my misfortune this was the week when exams began and I could not concentrate on my study.

On Thursday evening at my first test, I left it half undone. I felt completely dejected yet was extremely sexually aroused. Images of that night came back constantly. I would feel the touch of his hands on my skin, his hard penis pressing insistently against me, his hot lips, his fiery tongue in my ass. Walking to my house I would become erect. I had had to see him again, needed to be in his arms, or I would die.

At last, near despair, I walked to his apartment and I knocked once, then twice and waited. No sound inside; he was not there. Perhaps he had gone to his daughter. But block away I saw him. He seemed to be waiting for help to cross the road. He did not look the same; he wore an elegant light suit, shiny shoes and dark glasses. Now he was a dignified and handsome - clean shaven, and a younger man by far. I feared to approach but it could not let it end like this!

"Do you need help?" I asked.

He turned to me there was not the hint of emotion on his face. -"Give me your arm."

He grabbed it with strength, and again my penis began to fill with blood.

"-I was looking for you, I wanted to ask you something. Now it is too late, I made the decision this afternoon. Tomorrow my daughter comes here for me, I'll go with her".

We went to his apartment and up the stairs. His hands were about my body my cock stretched out to him. At the first landing he kissed me hard, my legs were shaking, I was about to fall. He reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples. I tried to touch his cock but he brushed my hand away. Upon entering his apartment he propelled me to the couch where he pulled off my pants and underwear. He turned and spread my buttocks, licked me, penetrating me with his tongue. My hand went to my cock to masturbate but he pulled it roughly off. Then he offered me his penis to caress, to kiss, to suck till I tasted his flow. Then he drew back and slapped me hard across the cheek.

-"That is for disappearing without a word."

-"Go!" he commanded, pointing to the bathroom. "Clean yourself, the implements are there."

Ruefully I walled to the bathroom and drenched myself with water. Slowly I washed every inch of my body. I rolled back my foreskin and cleaned my gland. An enema was laid out for me and I dutifully sluiced myself. With the razor shaved my face then heard his voice demand.

"All of it" and respectfully began to shave my pubic hair as well.

Naked and smooth I approached him. He was sitting on the couch and had taken off his jacket. From some buried source, Flors sang Ja'i perdu mon Eurydice and the strong aroma of brandy hung on his lips. I approached from behind, stroked his hair gently. He turned his head and I kissed his closed eyes. Finally he spoke.

-" I want you to be very happy tonight."

With the tips of his fingers he began the journey through my body. From my face he meandered to my inner thigh and enveloped my testicles.

His hands on my waist, my hands caressing his neck. I caught our own reflection in a mirror, and I thought knows everything, absolutely everything.

I pressed my bare leg between his thighs and felt his hard penis against me. I combed the the hair on his chest with my fingers seeking his lips with my lips, my tongue seeking his. A groan drowned him in my mouth.

I felt moisture on my cheek. ; A tear slide down his face. I unbuttoned his fly and he let me fondle his penis, picked up a drop of liquor from its tip and took it to my lips.

He led me to the bed and undressed slowly as if it is a performance. He lay next to me and covered me with kisses. We made love. He came in me one last time. As we lay both weeping he told me his daughter has come to Europe to take him to New York. He had searched for me but I was nowhere to be found.

That night he opened for me the doors of perception, I was in paradise for a while and then came the dawn. I left the house while he slept. In my room and I packed my belongings and returned to the city where my parents lived.

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