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Gary's Problem Chapter 3
Less than 2 months later, we were ready to move him into my house, not fully as far as equipment, but everything else, yes. A nurse would be available every day transition moved forward.
I had talked to the Veterans' Affairs, extensively, they wound up being extremely helpful and sympathetic. They would be providing most of the equipment. And they contacted the University, who was extremely excited to have someone of Gary's condition to work with. Some of the brightest kids around would be working on making Gary's life more normal. and the government would be paying for it. It was interesting to see `the process' move forward.
What equipment we'd received so far, we'd set up in my spare bedroom, and made it his medical treatment and retreat room. Our plan was to try sleeping together, but that would have to wait. Baby steps.
As part of this `program' we were provided a cook, a nutritionist really, but, since I was used to cooking for myself, adding Gary was certainly within the realm of doing, as they say. The cook approved of all my choices of foods, and taught me the best ways to feed a person with no limbs. He was satisfied that I could handle it after a week of following me around, but I learned a lot from him, too.
Gary and I were learning everything together, for instance: eating. We were working on a way for me to hold him close and be able to hold broccoli, or a spoonful of this, or a piece of that, whatever, for him. I have to put everything in his mouth like a baby, and he recognizes that there's no other way, so he's chosen to accept it...as long as I'm the one to feed him. (Actually, that role will expand a little later on).
Going to the bathroom was pretty much the way you'd expect, almost. With Gary, it's almost voyeuristic at times. When he has to pee, we keep an adjustable saddle for his torso, and I hold his dick for him...again, voyeuristic. I get hard sometimes holding him while he does his duty, but then, so does he. Pooping was not so easy. The portable saddle covered his bum, so I have to seat him, manually, holding him while he does it, then wipe his butt. The new saddle fixed all that. We've also decided a bidet could be helpful.
The torso saddle is very interesting. It's molded to Gary with a type of webbing that molds to him, when he's strapped in, the `arm' that supports him can be moved to just about any position. Which makes it almost perfect for other things, too, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Which brings us to our next infomercial on `how to make a quadriplegic happy,' sex, mano a mano, in our instance, though this could work for heterosexuals, too--with a little ingenuity.
The day it was delivered, we strapped him in, and he got a big smile on his face, realizing its potential. We set him vertical, and pulled him everywhere we went.
After a day, he gave his evaluation to the doctor that came with the delivery. "Everything about it was great," he said "but it would be better if the saddle was modified to allow me to also...poop...from it, and position my leg stumps up or down, not stuck in a stationary position. The doctor, of course thought they were all reasonable requests, and agreed to recommend them to the team. Within the week, a new saddle arrived, and made defecating much less intrusive, as well as other things. WE still had to go shopping for the bidet. That should be fun.
The future plan is to make a frame that can be made, with modifications, of course, to work with an as yet undesigned computer model.
For now, though, the saddle modification is great. Gary's real intent when he'd proposed the revised design, was to make it easier for us to fuck, and that worked in spades. Here's how we do it:
We both have to be naked of course and, I wheel him to the edge of the bed, and raise him to the point where I can suck his dick, sitting down. Conversely, when he wants to suck my dick--which is frequent--I lower him to where his mouth is at dick level on me.
But to make love to him, which he loves beyond imagining, by the way, we had to get more inventive.
The first time he begged me to fuck him, I was scared silly. I mean, I didn't know if I'd hurt him or what. We didn't have the saddle yet then and he wanted it full missionary-style, but I was too unsure. I also was against fucking him from behind, which would mean his face would be in the pillow. He finally consented to me entering him from behind, but on our sides. He loved it, I was astounded at how tight he was, and how much he loved getting plowed. It made me wonder...
Since we got the saddle, all we have to do is position him at an angle, so I can reach his hole, either standing or sitting, and pull and push the saddle so he slides up and down me. We can see each other that way, as I give him a long, slow rhythm. He sometimes looks almost like he's in pain, but I know it's mildly-painful, extreme-pleasure he's experiencing, because he's told me. He winks at me and smiles briefly, then goes back into that focused/intense look. When he comes, I catch it in a hand and lick it off with him watching me.
One warm summer day, we were on the covered porch. Gary was in his saddle, looking out over the back yard and lake. We'd learned days ago, the fact that Gary couldn't shoe away bugs, was a problem. Gary suggested a mosquito net around him, which we procured the next day, and solved the problem.
As I putted in the flower beds, I kept turning to watch, to make sure Gary was OK, and got another idea. Why not get a wireless system with headgear for each of us, so that he's not so isolated, and I can have contact without eyeballing him every two minutes?
I drove to town while Gary napped in his room alone. He wanted to try soloing it, after the nurse was decided to be mostly unnecessary. I wasn't gone long anyway, but I stressed, none the less. I wanted so badly to provide as much `normalcy' to Gary's existence, as possible, but was afraid I'd overdo it or forget something. Some of the computer equipment planned for Gary will help him explore and maybe create and develop his mind... What we're focused on now, and until that time, is the day to day living stuff.
For instance: The wireless system I bought while I was out, now makes it possible for us to talk wherever each is, without yelling...especially appreciated when Gary needs to let me know that he needs to use the restroom, or if he has an itch, or something. It also enables Gary to talk dirty to me, frequently when I'm working on something important, like cooking! He'll started telling me what he'd like to do to me with the vegetables I'm chopping, or what he'd like me to do with him. It's good, though to have that connection with him. I can talk trash to him, too, but usually wind up having to relieve the hard-on he frequently gets from it...since he can't even masturbate.
I masturbate him a lot, actually. The man is horney! I mean, I am too, but this man--i swear--hangs around with an erection, most of the time. If he asks me to, I'll masturbate him, and frequently blow him after jacking him a while. Of course, he likes that. And he asks to suck me a lot. He likes that a lot, too.
When we're inside, we both like to be naked. When we're out, though, he likes to wear a t-shirt and a jock-strap (easy on-easy off, he says)--and he has favorites: one, he swears makes him look sexy. My usual garb is cargo shorts and a t-shirt, though Gary tries to get me to wear tighter shorts, and tank tops, solely for his benefit, of course.