T. J. Trainer
I became a wheelchair user years ago, after a drinking and driving
accident, I had no idea how drastically my life would change. I
had once been a cutie, but now I was sitting in a chair. How could
I still be attractive to other men?
While trying to figure out the
answer to that question, I discovered that people can and do make
me feel like a second-class citizen by the way they treat me, talk
to me, stare at me. Because of my work I travel a lot and let me
tell you, I am tired of flight attendants talking to me like I'm
stupid. They see me using a wheelchair and automatically start speaking
slowly and clearly. I'm a crip, not an idiot! If I live to be 100
years old it will never cease to amaze me how many stupid fuckin'
people there are in this world.
I live an independent life. I
work. I play. I clean my house. I shop for food. And I live alone.
Despite all that, too many people see me as less-than-a-whole personsomeone
who will require nothing but caretaking. I try to dispel myths like
that by example, by commanding respect wherever I go. As a sought-after
speaker and public advocate, someone who's well-known in his profession,
I work extra hard to maintain the respect of the people I deal with.
I'm a powerful man and I'm diligent
about maintaining the power I get. But there's one time when I feel
more powerful than others. Let me explain.
very much into anonymous sex.
Sure, some people will criticize, but I don't give a shit. I'm a
big boy and I do what I want. I
always play it safe so there's not much I need to worry about. My
specialty is cocksucking. That's right. I'm an expert. There's nobody
better and I have the letters of recommendation to prove it!
friends call me 'whore,' 'slut,' and a bunch of other names, but
I just write it off as jealousy, pure jealousy. Once there were
Seven Wonders of the World. Now there are eight. T.J.'s Cocksucking
is the latest and greatest. I do it better than anybody. My mouth
is made for cock. While any size will do, the bigger the better.
For me, there's no better feeling than having my mouth crammed with
somebody's big dick.
I use my mouth unlike anyone else.
When I apply a certain pressure, devote my attention to a certain
spot, well, I can make a man blow his load in record time. My
disability has prompted me to perfect my technique. In the past
I could spend hours kneeling at a glory hole. Now I have to sit
to give it all my attention and concentration. And when you suck
cock you've got to concentrate if you want to be the best.
what's this power I speak of? Well, let me just tell you. Take a
big, strapping guymaybe 6' 2", 220 lbs. That's one big guy,
a guy you wouldn't want to meet in the proverbial dark alley if
he was intent on ripping you off. But put this same guy in a sex
club or my house with his dick in my mouth and he becomes a babbling,
moaning babydefenseless and vulnerable, just the way I want
him. I find it amazing that someone with such strength can become
a "husk of his former self" just by inserting one particular
body part (a BIG part, I hope) in my mouth. Who would have thought
. . .
I've used my talents on men from
one end of the country to the other. Whatever their size and demeanor,
each one is a useless, drained mess when I'm done with him. They
can barely move. It's really satisfying to see a big, beautiful
man laid out in front of me, totally spent. It fills me with a sense
of power and accomplishment.
Just last week I was minding my
business here online when I got a private message from someone I
didn't know. Turns out he was looking for a playmate in my neighborhood"looking
for trouble"and wanted to know what I was into. I told
him I was a cocksucker. He didn't like that. He said he never came
when a guy sucked his cock. I told him he had never had me suck
his cock before. Later that afternoon when I opened my door, there
he was, one of the tastiest men I'd seen in a while: 6' tall, brown
hair, hazel eyes. I could tell from the ringlets at his collar that
he had a mat of fur on his chesta real man! I could see the
bulge in his pants, too.
Since we'd already got through
the preliminaries online, I invited him to whip it out and let me
get to work. Within seconds he was naked on my couch with his big
fat cock lodged deep in my throat. I got comfortable and settled
in for a long suck session. I took a deep breath and slid all the
way down. Once impaled on his tool, I twisted and turned my head
and let my throat muscles work their magic. He started moaninglouder
than my neighbors appreciated, I'm sure.
put a hand on the back of my head and started pumping my face (I
love that!). After about eight minutes of my talented mouth he pulled
his slick cock from deep in my throat and shot all over my face.
All the while he was coming he was shouting "OH MY GOD! OH
MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"
After a few minutes of silence,
eyes glazed over, he turned to me and said "I just found heaven
in your mouth. I'll never be the same." He pulled up his pants and
I sent him on his way. He called several times, but I told him that
once I had a guy I wasn't particularly interested in him again.
I'm more interested in spreading my talents around so lots of men
can find heaven.
On another occasion I was rolling
through the men's department of a classy department store early
one day, looking for some new suits. Fortunately they had a wheelchair-accessible
dressing room. What a pisser when you want to buy clothes and there's
no access. But I digress.
Anyway, I had this cute little
boy waiting on me. I was cruising him all the time I was checking
out the suitsand he knew it. I say "little boy"
because I'm mid-thirties and he was no more than twenty-two, a hot-looking
kid, with sexy eyes, perfect white teeth and a killer smile. I could
easily make out slightly pumped pecs beneath his crisp white shirt
and blue Hugo Boss jacket. I didn't see any bulge. But with suits,
you can't always tell.
I was the only customer, he had plenty of time to be attentive.
Rather than have me carry the suits I had chosen, he offered to
take them for me. I followed him to the dressing room, which gave
me a chance to admire his ass. I wondered if his dick was as nice
as the rest of the package. I wondered if I'd get a chance to find
He hung the suits on a hook and
there we werejust the two of us in the dressing room. He stood
for a second longer than he should have, then flashed that killer
smile and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?'
Since I was sitting there with my face practically in his crotch
already (big wheelchair advantage!), I reached up and grabbed his
basket. "You can unzip your pants and let me suck on your cock,"
hesitating he unzipped. In the blink of my eye, I was staring at
another eyethe eye of his uncut, oozing monster. I inhaled
deeply and the smell of sweet man meat permeated my entire being.
I felt his prickly ball hairs battling with my goatee as I settled
in for a hearty meal of cock. Good thing I wasn't very hungryI
didn't have the meal long. In about fifteen seconds (ah, youth!)
he moaned that he was going to come. I pulled my mouth off the creature
and a split second later he shot the biggest, whitest load I'd ever
seen. The first shot hit one of the suits hanging behind me. His
eyes were closed, he didn't see it hit. The rest of the pearly strands
found a home on the carpeted floor.
He nearly lost his balance at
the last drop. He kept saying "Wow. Wow. Wow. " I couldn't
help wiping the corners of my mouth and grinning. "Wow,"
alright! He hauled in his most prized possession, zipped up his
pants, shot me a half smile, turned on his heel and was gone. I
moved the come-stained suit to the back and tried on the others.
About ten minutes later I left
the dressing room and found my sweet prince standing at the counter
with an older guy I figured was his manager. I returned the suits
I didn't want and paid for the ones I did. As I was leaving I turned
and looked at them both and said, "that black suit, by the
wayit's got a nasty stain on it," and winked. The youngster
actually blushed. My talents at work again. What power!
So now you see how it works. When
society makes me feel weak and powerless, I suck dick! There's no
better way to boost my self-esteem. Give it a try sometime! You're
sure to make yourself happy while making someone else happy, too.
It's all about giving.
T.J. Trainer is a personal growth and empowerment
speaker who travels around the country speaking about independent
living, equal rights and other social issues. He lives in West Hollywood,
CA with his family of dustbunnies Sissy, Cletus, and Wynona. You
can find him at firstname.lastname@example.org.