Well you all, I am in Mississippi and I just have to say its heaven. From the very start, I loved it. That could have slightly contributed to the bad bus ride up here. Actually, I stand corrected…. It was not very bad except for people complaining and all that. Well, beforehand I started the day off as a hero. I cannot even begin to tell you what I did. I saved a girl’s life! I am sure, however, that you do not want to hear about some girl having an epileptic attack and how I managed to keep her at bay… you all want to hear about what happened after I get to Mississippi. Besides, that is where all the sex starts happening. When I get to Mississippi, I see Sean. Now keep in mind that I have spoken with him many a time on Skype, but I have never seen him in person. In person, it is a completely new ball game than what people might think. A webcam could make people look big when in fact they are the exact same size as you. He is after all stronger than I am because he carried me practically everywhere. Anyway, one thing at a time. I met Sean; totally blind at this point since there is not enough light, the first thing that I notice is that he is thin. With just a quick touch of his elbow I am instantly shocked that he is not muscular like I had thought he was. I guess Skype really does play tricks on the cerebral cortex.im almost dead by this point so I do not know what in the heck I even say to him or what he even says to me. All I remember is selecting which seat of the car to ride in. now, I would love to ride with Sean in his lap, but something me just automatically says… “I want to sit up front!” I soon, afterwards, praise myself for doing what every great husband would do… and that is sit up front while Sean sits in the back. I do remember eating grapes on the way home though. When we pull in the driveway my memory finally starts to do me justice. Sean gets out and goes to open the gate to go around the house to where I will be staying. A few seconds later his cousin, a fat balled man laughs hysterically.
“What is it?” I ask the darkness in front of me.
“He about busted his ass.” Sean’s cousin replies. That is the only exchange that I even remember with him up till this point. After we slowly pull up to where Sean is, and where my section of the house is, I get out and Sean guides me to my room here… where Sean and I will be staying. When Sean licks on the light, I instantly gape. T looks like a separate studio apartment; with a small bathroom ahead of me, the room itself is big. A bed takes up one complete section of the room. A couch with green carpet is facing the bed, separated by a giant blue pole that I nearly run into a day later. Beside the bed on the left side, is quite literally a mini kitchen combined with a closet. In the dead center, there is a fridge, and microwave. On either side are shelves. The instant I got my Barings, I gaped. Sean entered the room behind me, with a huge smile on his face. Now that the light shown in this apartment, I could see Sean, clear as day. One bright bulb lit up the room as if it were the should source of energy in the apartment. Standing underneath the light, net to the blue pole, Sean smiled as he hugs me.
“Wow… well, welcome.” I smile stupidly at his touch. Because Sean is not all that muscular, his hands tell me a lot more than his voice will tell me. In addition, looking into his eyes, they shine with a fire that I have never seen when talking to him on Skype before. He's really happy to have me here, and from the way he's softly kissing me on my artery, I know that he likes me, and he hasn’t even seen me yet.im dead tired and I just want to go to bed. Sean’s soft slightly warm lips keep me glued on my feet, however. Just from kissing him, his lips, I can tell, are nice and full, meaning they can cover all the ground that I want to have them to, if I commend them to. Sean kissing me now though is making me quite stupid. My head literally loses all airflow, and the only thing I can do is wobble after he is done. Somehow, I do not remember, I make it into the bed where Sean's sensual hands take control of the situation. He is undressing me, but for some reason I do not mind at all. Sean, as I said, does not have any muscles, so this leaves his hands to do all his dirty work. In a way I really like that, and I also like the fact that Sean has taken to, massage therapy because he can make you feel like having a straight up orgasm without even giving you a BJ. In the darkness, my shirt is slowly lifted, and Sean’s tender kisses travel around my neck. I like the fact that he is not aggressive like so many other men I have dated. It tells me that he really cares about me. He starts to undress my pants and here is where I get a little nervous… instantly flashes in my mind spring up to mind… black people holding me, one pumping me as I scream… something shoots me back to the present. It is Sean and his soft kisses… he is not going for my ass, which is a good thing because if he does, I am immediately pushing him away. He does not though… instead; he massages my stiff back and gets me so relaxed I even moan when he is not touching me. I am in utter awe because no one has ever, ever, treated me this well inn this amount of time. Usually people just want to eat me then break away… as if, but Sean and I have conversations, and he just lays there massaging my back for me, which is tight anyway due to the cerebral palsy. I can't even describe what kind of heaven I am in. I am in a kind of heaven that no one has ever experienced in my life. This feeling of total safety and security is wonderful to me. Not once did he go towards my ass. We even talk a lot as well, Sean is shocked that no one else has ever made me feel this good, and I just shrug. Ah well, it is what I am used to, and it is what I have expected, but Sean has flipped that on its head. Now that I know that not everyone is a shit bag, I instantly love Sean even more. Soon after I am limp, literally, from the relax treatment, Sean slowly pulls down my boxers and gently rolls me over onto my stomach. He starts to lean over, and then he looks at me. Even though all the lights are off, I can feel his stare.
“I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?” trust, that was a word that I did not think I could ever use again. I sigh and look up at the ceiling. In my two-second silence, a flash streaks through my mind. I am screaming as blood pours from my ass whole on a plush white bed, and someone moaning above me. Back in the bedroom, I take Sean's hand in mine. We both have soft hands but his is bigger than mine by a mile. I think about his question. Do I really trust him? I gently intertwine my fingers with his, and he hugs me on the bed, softly kissing my neck.
“Yes. I do.”
“Good….” He says in that deep baritone drill. Still hugging me with one hand, he slowly inches my boxers down. My erect peenis is sticking straight up, meaning it is pointed directly at me. I can feel Sean's head beginning to lower to the tip… and I refries the question… think it over. Do I trust him? With a sigh, I lean back into his arm supporting me, giving a silent yes. As Sean begins to suck… and suck… I am at peace. I know that I am in heaven and I know that no one else can reach me where I am at. I am free from all the bad things in my past, the abuse, the homelessness, everything. I know exactly where I am. I am not going to be raped tonight, because I am in heaven. I am resting on a never expanse of security and stability, of love and long lasting caring. I know that I am exactly where I want to be and I do not want to leave. That is safe and sound snuggled in Sean's strong arms. With one final kiss, the purely gates close around my body leaving me in the safety of heaven forever. TO Be CONTINUED.
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