Max and Jamie Switch it Up

One of the characters in this story has complex disabilities. I believe that non-fetishistic disability representation is lacking in porn and erotica. However, I think devoting a lot of the story to explaining these conditions would be quite unsexy, so please research dystonia-parkinsonism and dysautonomia if you would like to learn more about them. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I watched Jamie intently as he picked out some casual clothes from his bureau. He threw a pair of the tiniest black gym shorts I'd ever seen onto the bed where I was sitting. The drawers made the quiet sound of wood on wood when he closed them. I stared for as long as possible, because his outfit of the day was his tiny black shorts with buckles on the thighs that fit his round ass perfectly and a cropped black tank top that showed off his incredibly toned back muscles. He works out daily and mostly commutes via bicycle, and what little body mass he has is mostly muscle. I have a good amount of muscle mass, but I'm bulky and broad-shouldered and I weigh just over 200 lbs, but people usually think I'm about 40 lbs smaller. I can generate quick bursts of strength, but Jamie's body is built for endurance. I joke that my muscles are just for show; my movement disorder makes me struggle to control them because my motor skills never developed fully and they are prone to spasms and tremors. Jamie's obsession with my bulky frame has made me come to appreciate it.

Jamie turned around and caught me staring.

"What are you looking at?" He said, smiling because he knew exactly what I was looking at.

I looked up at home and smiled. "You know what I was looking at," I replied.

"Mmm... yeah, I do," he said, approaching the edge of the bed and leaning over to kiss me.

He stood up straight again and started removing his clothing. Under his shirt was a belly button piercing that he had gotten since the last time I saw him. The fake diamonds sparkled in the warm lamplight. His toned abs rippled as he bent over to remove his shorts. He was wearing the black mesh underwear that he knows I like. I stared at his muscular thighs hungrily.

"You know... no one said that you have to put clothes on," I said, looking at him with a huge grin on my face.

He stood up straight again and looked at me and raised one eyebrow, brushing his red hair out of his face. I looked deep into his hazel eyes.

"You just want to see me naked, don't you?" he teased.

"Obviously. When do I not?" I replied.

"We've been out all day and sweating, so we should take a shower if you want to have sex."

"Alright, let's go then."

Jamie put his clothes back on and we walked through his apartment to the bathroom. He hung a towel on the rack for me and then got the shower running. I braced myself for his preferred temperature, which I knew was going to make my skin resemble a boiled lobster. He began removing his clothes again and I removed mine. After I took my clothes off, it was his turn to stare at me hungrily. He walked up to me and started rubbing my dark chest hair, then traced my top surgery scars.

"God, you're so hairy," he moaned, obsessed with my body hair as usual.

I pulled him in for a hug and kissed his neck, which made him moan again. I gently rubbed his back with my finger tips, which gave him goosebumps. "Your skin is so soft," I whispered. I then lowered my right hand to smack his ass.

Jamie giggled, then looked up so his eyes could meet mine and stroked my beard. I studied his freckles, his fair skin, his perfect lips. I lifted the hand that was on his back to feel his red stubble.

"You make me feel so hot," Jamie said quietly.

"You make me feel so hot, too," I said, smiling. I remembered that the shower was running. "Maybe we should get in the shower," I said, pulling back.

"Oh... yeah. I guess we got a bit distracted," said Jamie. He stepped into the tub and then patted the gray shower chair that he keeps in his apartment for when I visit. He extended a hand to help me get into the tub.

I grabbed his forearm and he grabbed my forearm and braced to make sure I didn't fall. My own bathtub has a grab bar, but his does not. Though I enjoy my independence most of the time, the intimacy of his physical acts of caregiving are deeply intimate and make me feel closer to him. I've finally started to accept his help without hesitation after realizing that I give him my love, validation, and comfort in return.

I sat down in the shower chair and immediately felt like I was going to pass out. The part of my nervous system that controls my heart rate and blood pressure doesn't work correctly and hot showers give me tachycardia and dizziness.

"Love, I know you are a cold-blooded southern boy, but we need to turn this down so I don't pass out," I teased, looking up at him. When I'm in a wheelchair and when I'm in a shower chair are two of the only times that I'm shorter than him.

"OK, fine," he laughed. He turned the temperature down just slightly and bent down to kiss the top of my head. When he stood back up, I looked at his belly button ring again.

"I don't know why, but the belly button ring is turning me on," I said.

"Yeah?" He replied, smiling.

"Yeah," I said. My eyes drifted lower and focused on his t-dick which was poking out from its surrounding red bush. "May I?" I asked, reaching for it.

"Please," he said, looking at me while he rinsed the soap off his arms.

I made a fist with my hand and stroked it gently between my middle finger and forefinger. He moaned softly. I felt him getting hard. Him getting hard made me get hard and I started gently stroking my own t-dick with my other hand. I then realized that I needed to actually clean myself and put my hands on my lap.

"I love how you touch me, Max," Jamie moaned softly.

"I love touching you," I replied. "I need to actually wash myself, however."

"Fine," Jamie said.

I laughed and asked him to pass the soap and made sure to really spread my legs apart while washing between them and Jamie stared unapologetically.

"Can I suck your dick right now?" he pleaded.

"No, I'll pass out and it won't be sexy," I laughed.

"Fine, I'll wait until we're done," he sighed.

After a few more minutes of silent washing and rinsing, Jamie turned off the water and stepped out of the tub to hand me a green towel. I dried myself off and he gave me his arm again to help me get out of the tub. I walked over to the sink where I left all of my hair products that I brought with me and raked them through my dark curly hair and brushed them through with my wet brush, then bent over to scrunch my hair.

"What is this ritual?" Jamie asked, as if he was an anthropologist studying another culture.

"I'm scrunching. Curly hair needs to be scrunched to help with definition and volume." I laughed softly. His speech was often formal and very clearly enunciated and I was always endeared by him sounding like a quirky professor.

"I could never put that amount of effort in," he said as he put on deodorant.

"You put effort into your fashion and I put effort into my hair," I said, matter-of-factly.

After our post-shower routine, we walked into the bedroom, where Jamie slammed the door shut and pushed me onto the bed at the speed of light.

"Someone's eager," I laughed.

"Shut up," he said and got on top of me and began to kiss me aggressively.

I felt intense desire building in my chest and the pit of my stomach and let out a soft moan. I then flipped Jamie over so I was on top of him.

"Oh!" he exclaimed.

We were friends before dating and when we first got together, I said I could be aggressive in bed and he said he didn't believe me because of how mild-mannered I am outside of the bedroom. However I had started proving him wrong. He was used to being the top in his relationships and I was used to being the top in mine, and we were both enjoying switching roles frequently, often multiple times whenever we had sex. I placed my thigh right up against his crotch and he started grinding against it aggressively, moaning into my mouth. I noticed he was so wet it was soaking through his shorts and I became so hard that my t-dick was aching. I started grabbing at his shirt and he took off his shirt followed by the rest of his clothes and I took off mine.

Jamie pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Please let me suck your dick," he said breathlessly.

I got off of him and threw myself onto my back next to him, then spread my legs. "You certainly don't have to ask me twice," I said.

He laughed and then got on all fours and crawled over to me. I spread my outer lips apart to give him easier access and moaned the moment I felt his warm wet mouth on me. He then started sucking lightly and bobbing his head up and down, moaning and blowing me with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Oh god," I squeaked. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of pleasure.

I took my hands off of my outer lips and grabbed Jamie's hair while his head was bobbing up and down. My hips started involuntarily bucking. He swirled his tongue around the head and I threw my head back and whimpered in ecstasy. He let out a loud low moan and pinned my legs down so I wouldn't give him a nosebleed. I began to hyperventilate as I got closer to orgasm. Right when I was about to come, Jamie stopped blowing me and sat up.

"Uh, is everything good?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"What if I tried edging you?" he proposed with his hands still on my thighs.

"Hmm... yeah, let's try it," I replied.

"OK!" he said, giggling gleefully.

He immediately went right back to blowing me and I instantly started whimpering again, then about a minute later, he stopped.

"Uuuuunnnggghhh," I said, aching for the feeling of his mouth on me. He giggled gleefully again.

"Not yet!" he said, then went back to it.

He did this a few more times until I was writhing with pleasure and desperation.

"Let me come. I want to come so bad!" I whimpered.

"Sure, if you say 'please,'" he replied, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ugh, fine. PLEASE let me come."

"Alright, I'll let you come now."

He started going down on me again, using his tongue more this time, and each swirl and stroke of his tongue made me whimper again, until I felt my orgasm arriving.

"Ohgodi'mcummingohfuckdon'tstopthat'ssogoodyesfuuuuucccckkkkk!" I panted breathlessly. I began moaning non-stop as my t-dick ached with intense pleasure. Jamie moaned in response until I pushed his head back and he sat up, then leaned over to kiss me.

"OK, time for me to lie flat on my back so I don't pass out," I said and removed my head from the pillows that were under it and threw myself onto my back, making sure that my knees were bent and my feet were flat on the mattress. My heart was pounding from my arousal and orgasm and I needed to wait for my heart rate to return to normal.

"I feel so powerful when I make you almost pass out," Jamie giggled.

"Well, you do give very good head, but it's also not that hard to make me nearly pass out," I laughed.

Jamie lay down next to me, then kissed my cheek tenderly and laid his head on my chest, and started stroking my chest hair absent-mindedly. I kissed the top of his head and played with his hair. We stayed in this position until I was ready to go back to having sex.

"Can you fuck me with the strap?" Jamie asked excitedly.

"Of course," I replied.

He jumped out of bed and I watched his buttcheeks bounce as he scurried over to his bureau to open his underwear drawer and get the strap out. I stood up and he handed it to me. I stepped into the harness and loosened it as much as possible, because it was previously adjusted to fit Jamie. He helped me put the dildo in, then threw himself onto the bed, face down and ass up.

"So something tells me that you want me to fuck you from behind," I chuckled.

"Please," he moaned.

I walked over to the wall where my forearm crutches were leaning and walked over to stand behind him. I grabbed the lube from his bedside table drawer and let one crutch hang from my arm as I lubed up the dildo and guided it inside him. He immediately started moaning.

"Do you want me to start slow?" I asked before I started thrusting. We both have atrophy from years of testosterone. Estrogen cream and tablets help, but don't get rid of it entirely.

"Yes, please," he said.

I started bearing down on my crutch handles as I thrusted in and out of him slowly. His moans intensified.

"Go faster, please," he pleaded after about 30 seconds.

"OK," I replied, obliging his request.

He started moaning even more loudly and his noises were partially muffled by the mattress.

"Faster?" I asked softly.

"Ohgodyesplease," he replied.

I began pounding him and he began borderline screaming.

"Ohfuckohgodohfuckrightthereuuuunnnngggghhhfuck!" he moaned. I started getting hard again.

"It's so fucking hot when you get so into me fucking you," I growled aggressively.

"Uuuuuunnnngggghhhhhh!" he replied incoherently.

Right when my movement disorder was acting up and my abs were threatening to have a dystonic spasm, Jamie started whimpering.

"Ohmygodi'mcummiiiinnngggg," he whimpered.

I kept going, hoping that the spasm wouldn't come. I felt his hole get tighter around the dildo and he squirted, causing a wet squelching sound as I thrusted in and out of him.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!" he moaned. He kept moaning and whimpering for another couple of minutes and I knew I had to stop.

"Hey, I have to stop now; my abs are threatening to spasm," I said gently.

"Mmmmm.... that's OK... I came like three times," he said, sounding like he was drunk.

I walked over to the wall to put my crutches back, then took the strap off and put it on the bed and threw myself onto the bed next to him, lying down on my side and propping my head up to look at him. He rolled over onto his left side to look at me.

"God, you're so good at fucking me," he said, pulling me in for a kiss.

I smiled. "It's so much fun," I giggled.

After a few minutes of me holding him with his head burrowed into my chest, he looked up at me again.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "Let's do it on my back so I don't exert myself too much."

I rolled onto my back and he helped me put the heart-shaped wedge pillow he has for this purpose under my lower back. He put on the strap and tightened it back to his size, then put more lube on the dildo. He kneeled in front of me, then guided it inside me and lay down on top of me. He was able to put his full weight on top of me; a perk that comes with our size difference. I sighed at the feeling of having him so close to me.

He began thrusting slowly, but I was quickly ready for him to go faster. "Faster," I whispered into his ear. He began to thrust harder and faster and I began whimpering at the feeling of him being inside me. I kept whimpering every time he thrusted in and out, until I felt my hole clench around him and knew I was about to come.

"Fuck... I'm already coming..." I moaned as my orgasm began to build.

He bit my shoulder and I whimpered at how hot and animalistic it was. After I was finished, I tapped him on the shoulder and he got out of me and put the strap back on the bed. He lay down next to me on the bed and brushed my hair out of my face, then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for that," I panted. I hadn't felt that good in awhile.

"That was so good," he said, laying his head on my chest. I started playing with his hair again. We basked in the blissful quiet of the afterglow.