Gerry and Todd

By Todd Grant

Published on Oct 29, 2001

Gay

This is a story about a man and a handicapped teenage boy that meet and fall in love. If you are underage or offended by the subject matter, please leave. Up to the point where they talk for quite some time, the story is real for the most part. We did part without ever exchanging anything more than conversation. He was just as beautiful as described. Maybe if I had been more agressive...who knows? The rest is strictly fiction on my part. Please send any comments to redfortodd_@hotmail.com. Be kind as this is my first effort. No offense to handicapped persons is intended. I already have additional chapters ready, if you the reader are interested. It may come across as long winded and I don't get right to the sex. (there is more in later chapters) I wanted the reader to feel like these were real people, and get to know them.

Gerry & Todd

The events that led up to me meeting my Gerry were unusual to say the least. I was taking a trip back to my mother's hometown to put her ashes to rest. My father had left the day before as it was a 1500 mile trip. I worked an afternoon shift and had decided to hit the road that night after work. My boss had convinced me to take an extra week as he thought I might need it for a mental health break. At the time he said it, I laughed to myself. I had no plans for ever coming back, but no one knew that.

Now here it was 12:30 in the morning and I found myself pulling into the rest area out of necessity. It being a weeknight, the place was all but deserted. I saw only one other car. A nice black Trans Am, a few years old, waxed and shined. I parked a few spaces from it and had to pass it to go to the men's room. Just then, I saw a furry head pop up. A cute little brown poodle was locked inside. I stopped to talk to it through the closed window. As it moved I could see it was a male. Its little tail was wagging almost faster than I could see. I noticed handicapped equipment on the vehicle. I also saw some tapes of my favorite artists on the seat.

My bladder quickly reminded me why I had stopped. I went inside and still I didn't see anyone. I relieved myself, almost moaning from the sensation. Finally empty, I walked over to the sink.

Just as I turned on the water, I heard a noise behind me. I couldn't see what is was because the mirrors were across the room. I finished and dried my hands and as I turned around I almost fell over a young god in a wheelchair, just coming out of a stall. We both apologized at the same time, and then laughed about it. He had a light, almost musical laugh. It just added to my tension. He wore jeans and gym shoes and a pullover. He had stylish longer dark brown hair and fantastic blue eyes. His face was clear of any acne or whiskers. A classic nose and perfect lips. I quickly thought of how it would be to kiss those lips, and just as quickly dismissed the idea. Add thin brow with thick lashes and a slight cleft chin. When he smiled, he had such incredible dimples, his eyes sparkled, and he looked as good as any model I had ever seen. Perfect teeth too. His pullover showed off his nice chest, arms and flat stomach. For just a few seconds we stared into each others eyes. I could feel a major tingling build inside. We began talking for a few minutes, and than I thought about how we were still in the bathroom.

"Why don't we go outside?" I suggested. I began to reach for the door and paused.

He laughed again, "Go ahead and open it, I'm not bothered by people being polite to me."

We went out into the warm spring night air. The Trans Am was his. He opened the door and out sprang the little poodle into his lap. He quickly got a face wash.

"Tattoo, stop it!" he commanded. I asked about the name, and he explained that his dog always barked whenever a plane went overhead.

"Remember Fantasy Island?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

I laughed. "Good reason for the name."

Tattoo busied himself for a few minutes and then came back and lay down on the grass next to the wheelchair.

I intoduced myself, Todd O'Donnell, and he said he was Gerald O'Neil, but to call him Gerry.

"Well, Todd is short for..."

"Theodore," he interupted. He saw the faked glare I gave him and covered his mouth to try and hold back the giggles.

"Just don't spread it around, or I'll have to fix your chair so that it will only go in circles!" I threatened.

He couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. In a few seconds, I joined him.

As the laughter let up, I held out my hand. "Todd," I stressed!

It was almost electric when we touched hands to shake. We laughed at the fact we were both O'Irish. We talked for quite a while. He had a soft, almost tenor voice, just a little deeper. He was so easy to get to know. He was seventeen, eighteen in another two months. His birthday was just a few days after mine. We had quite a few things in common. He loved the outdoors. Did I forgot to mention how deep his tan was? We liked a lot of the same movies and tv shows and even old music. My parents were older, and he had been raised by his grandparents. He lived two hours from my hometown of Detroit, but in another country, London, Ontario, Canada.

The hours seemed to fly by. Several cars had come and gone. We were alone again in the cool night air. At that point the conversation died. I glanced at my watch. It was just past three. I looked back at him trying to figure out what was happening to me inside. This young man was totally taking over my heart.

After a few minutes had passed, he looked me straight in the eye. "Why do you keep looking at me like that Todd?"

Oh, my God, he had noticed. "Like what Gerry?" I tried to sound innocent.

"I don't know how to describe it." He looked puzzled.

I shrugged my shoulders, still trying to seem innocent.

"Are you ...," he hesitated, then spoke almost in a whisper, "gay?"

I felt like crawling in a hole. He was a great kid, 15 years younger than me, great looks and personality, and he asked me this of all questions. He had enough problems without an older faggot putting the make on him. My self image wasn't the greatest up to this point in time. In fact it was about as low as it could get.

"Well?" the look on his face showed he expected an answer.

I could feel the shame on my face and tears begin to build. I lowered my head and nodded. He reached out for my hand and held tight. I could feel the electricity between us again. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me.

"It's okay Todd, I think I am too." he said softly. I looked into his eyes. "Does it bother you that I'm in a wheelchair?"

"No, not at all," I said choking back a sob.

"I didn't think so. Well what's wrong then?"

"I'm too old to be bothering you." He looked at me and shook his head. "And, whether you know it or not, you are one very hot looking guy."

"Me?" he sounded so surprised.

"Yes, you," I gave him a serious look.

He laughed bitterly. "I have a few friends these days, but no one ever really gives me a second look. They see my wheelchair and that's the end of it. Do you know how cruel people near my age are if you aren't 100 percent?

For that matter, so many people look at me with pity and then look away. Do you have any idea what that's like?" He sounded so wounded.

"I don't pity you Gerry, look at all that you can do." I tried to give him my most sincere look.

"I know you don't Todd. Please, just give me a chance. I think you're about the hottest guy I've ever met and I know I'm feeling something special tonight that I've never felt before." His face held such emotion. "Don't you feel it too?"

Dear God in heaven, can this really be happening. I could see the tears forming in his eyes.

"Sure there's a lot of obstacles Todd, but life is full of them, and I'm very good at getting over the hurdles, wheelchair be damned. I might be new to how things are done, virgin don't you know, but I can learn pretty damned fast."

I looked deep into his eyes, and could feel the emotions inside me tumbling around like in a tornado, and about at the same speed as one.

Suddenly he had a look of apprehension, "Do you have a boyfriend back home?"

"No, not for quite a while."

"Do you think maybe you'd like one from Canada?"

"Nothing new there, I've had Canadian boyfriends before. I only live twenty minutes from the border. What about the distance apart that we live?"

He had all the answers. "I graduate in a few weeks. Have I mentioned that I've always been an A student and can get into about any university I want? You do have universities in the states, don't you?" He had a smirk on his face. He saw my look that said 'smartass', and stuck his tongue out just a little.

"You'll pay for that one, mister," I scolded. I went to poke him in the ribs, and Tattoo leapt into his lap and went for my hand. Seeing that I wasn't hurting her master, she began to lick my fingers. We both laughed. Then I thought for a second.

"What will your folks say Gerry?"

"Well, my folks died at the time of my accident four years ago, and I live with my mom's parents."

"I'm sorry," I said and took his hand. He smiled sadly.

"It's okay. I told my grandparents a few years ago that I was gay. They didn't take it too well at the time. They didn't want to see me have that to deal with in my life in addition to my injuries. Since I've never had a boyfriend or girlfriend we just sort of don't talk about it. How about your folks Todd?"

I gave a big sigh, and tears began to form. "Touchy subject?" he asked. I nodded. He gave my hand a squeeze.

"That's what I'm doing over here. My mum passed away last Christmas time. She was cremated and I kept the urn while my father went out west to stay with my oldest brother for a while. My father came back a few weeks ago, and we decided to put her to rest where she loved it best."

He just held my hand, and I squeezed back, feeling a sense of sympathy from him.

He broke the silence after a few minutes. "I wish we could go somewhere else to talk instead of out here in a parking lot, Todd."

"Where do you have in mind Gerry?"

"There's a town not too far from here, we could get a room for the rest of the night."

I looked at him with a sly smile. "I take it that your problems are a little further down?"

"Will you kiss me Todd?" He had a look of expectation on his face. I nodded, and moved close to him. He pulled my face down to his. My heart was racing so fast I could hardly breathe. I placed my lips to his for the most tender erotic kiss of my life. His lips parted and I took the hint as I slowly explored his tongue with mine. After a minute, or so, he pulled my hand to his lap. I could feel an impressive erection under the denim. I gently squeezed him as our kiss continued. He had moved his hand to me, and I was getting the same tender treatment. Our passion mounted quickly and less than five minutes later we both were spasming at nearly the same time. I could feel the wetness form on his jeans as I filled my shorts.

We pulled back to catch our breaths. "Wow!" We both said simultaneously. We laughed.

"I think our hands are a little wet." I lifted mine to my nose. "You smell good."

He did the same. "So do you."

There was just a sample of him on my palm as I slowly licked it clean. He copied. "You taste good too Gerry."

"You too Todd." We both shared a look of wanting more than what we had just shared.

At that point another car pulled in a short distance away. We laughed, as a few minutes sooner, and the squad car would have busted us. The officer got out and headed our way. I quickly pulled my shirt tails over my wet pants.

Gerry moved Tattoo back to his lap and spoke up. "Officer, I have a problem. I lost my keys down the toilet by accident and I have to leave my car here until later this morning when my cousin here and I can get back with the spares." He gave such a pityful look.

The officer looked condecending. "Don't worry about it son, we'll keep an eye on it for you. I'll report it in so you don't get towed or a ticket."

"Thank you, sir." he said with such a respectful tone.

"No problem son, glad to help." With a polite nod to me, he turned and walked away. He made his way into the empty building.

Gerry looked at me with a wicked grin. "Quick, while he's gone." He handed me the keys. "Fetch the bags from my trunk and put them in your truck."

I smiled and shook my head as I took a small box and a duffle out. "What a con artist you are."

"Yeah, I are aren't I?" he said with another smirk. We laughed again.

I opened the passenger door and he set Tattoo inside and with amazing agility popped himself out of the chair and onto the seat. I went to the back and lifted the chair into the truck. I got in and looked at him. I started the truck and then pulled out.

"Where to?" I asked.

"I thought we were going to a motel." he said with a slightly nervous quiver in his voice.

"You're sure this is what you want to do?" I looked quickly at his face. He had such an innocent expression.

He took my hand, "More than anything I've wanted in a long, long time." His voice had a husky soft tone to it.

I knew without question that I wanted this as much as he did.

Next: Chapter 2


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