I feel sorry for Tyler. He was such a great kid, I mean he still is, but life is a bit more difficult for him. Three years ago, he got injured in a ski accident and ended up in a wheelchair. Other than that, he still has the popularity and outgoing personality he always had… for the most part.

Obviously, the impact of becoming a paraplegic is devastating. He went from normal, to having new needs that he and his family never expected. And obviously he went through a phase of depression and despair. His friends never left his side though, and I believe that has helped him more than anything.

Tyler has lived down the street from me since he was born. I have been a single man, never really had the desire to marry or enter into a relationship. As for my personal needs, my sexual needs, they mostly don't exist. I have no idea why I'm different than most, but after my teens and twenties I stopped questioning it. Not that important really. Rather, my focus is in the non-profit sector. Helping a few different local agencies and events. This gives me a great feeling inside, a feeling that lasts longer than an orgasm, including the afterglow! Despite my lack of desire, I still do masturbate on occasion. Some studies say that it helps prevent prostate cancer. No real way of knowing if that's true or not, but an orgasm is enjoyable on occasion.

I have been friendly neighbors with Tyler's family since his parents moved in. Great people Mr. & Mrs. Livingston, and they raised a great son. They too were devastated by the accident, and it took some serious internal struggles to get though. They had fights, blaming each other. Individually they would come to my house to talk and try to gain confidence in their argument against the other. I consoled them both and after some time, got them both to understand that none of this was either of their fault. This is just how things go in life. Take the garbage situation and create something better. Eventually they did, and their relationship, their marriage seems stronger than ever.

Tyler came to me about a month or two back. This was nothing new, he would come and sit with me on my porch once in a while. This time I noticed he was blue once again, but he wouldn't say why. I know that it's not right to pry or push, so he and I would spend hours on my front porch in silence. I felt he was trying to muster the courage to ask me something but couldn't quite do it.

On a Monday Tyler stopped by after school. This time he was ready, I could see it in his expression. We sat in silence for a while before he broke.

"Mr. Tibit?"

"Yes, Tyler?"

"I need to talk."

"You have for some time now."

"I still don't know how to say this, or ask, or whatever it is I need," Tyler explained without explaining.

"Well, when you're ready, just say what's on your mind," I told him.

There was a bit more silence.

"Mr. Tibit?"

"Yes Tyler?"

"This is going to be weird, but I have no one else to talk to."

"Tyler, pretend I'm just a friend. A friend you can trust with anything. When you're ready, continue."

"That's the problem, my friends… and the things they are doing."

It was a little bit cryptic, but I knew he would elaborate, so I just waited.

"My friends, Mr. Tibit. They have girlfriends… well except Bobby, he has a boyfriend. And they are talking about the things that they get to do with them. You know, sex and stuff. I'm so jealous, Mr. Tibit. Ever since my accident. Since my fucking legs don't work, I'll never get laid." Tears came from his eyes.

He wasn't sobbing, but there was pain inside. The poor boy, I felt for him. I was there once too. I know what it's like going through puberty, or just coming out of the major changes. It doesn't matter, hormones run rampant for years, decades even. The boy parents once knew is not who emerges from puberty. Most boys try to hide the changes, both internal and external. From innocent angels to lustful sinners, not that masturbation is wrong. However, there are wrong ways of doing it.

I stood and crouched near Tyler's wheelchair. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around me. This is the first time we had embraced, but I felt he needed it. Apparently, I did too. It felt good, wonderful even. I let him sob and hold me close. My neck and shoulder absorbed his tears and hopefully also absorbed some of his sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as the crying subsided.

"Don't be bud," I reassured him. He really had no reason to be sorry. He got dealt a shit hand in the cards of life.

"My friends are hanging out with their girlfriends now, more than they do with me. It sucks that I can't find one or anyone to have that kind of relationship with."

"That shift always happens Tyler. Even if you didn't get hurt, this would be the case. Boys start having relationships and sex. It's natural."

"Well, what about me? Why isn't anyone interested in me?" he asked.

I had no answer other than the obvious, he was different. He was broken. I couldn't tell him that, but I didn't have to.

"It's this goddamn chair. It's this goddamn fucked up neck."

Tyler made fists and started pounding on his legs, begging them to work. I grabbed his hands and stopped the violence. He struggled until he knew he wasn't going to win. He struggled to the point I thought he might win. He had enormous upper body strength. Thankfully he gave up that fight and once again turned to sobbing.

We stayed like that, embraced and letting the emotions run, for some time. Eventually Tyler was dry, and I let go of him. I stayed close and looked into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, eyes that once you look into, you see how deep they are. Eyes that hypnotize.

"Tyler?" I get his attention. "I suppose it's a pointless question. But do you mind if I get personal?"

"I think I've already crossed that line Mr. Tibit," he responded.

"Do you masturbate?"

His face turned red. This was for sure a yes.

"You don't need to say it. I can tell that you do," I told him. "My point Tyler, is that it's pretty much the same as sex. So you're not really missing out on much."

Tyler stared at me. "You're so full of shit."

He saw through my lie. Damn.

"You're right!" I cracked a smile. "I tried!"

I laughed at the lame attempt. Tyler joined in with a weak laugh.

We sat in silent contemplation, staring over my front lawn and the street. There was a lawnmower running in the distance. The occasional car passing by, and birds feeding at the feeder. This was a typical day on our street, not much action really. Relaxing, rural, perfect in my opinion.

"Mr. Tibit, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

I knew the question was going to be personal or embarrassing or both.

"Why aren't you married?"

I looked over at Tyler and explained I never had the desire to have a relationship with one person. That I hadn't encountered a person I wanted to spend my life with.

"Are you gay?"

"I'm everything I suppose. I'm straight, gay, bisexual, all of them," I explained.

"Have you had sex?"

"Do you think we should be talking about this?" I asked.

"Why not? I'm old enough to talk about it. They taught us sex education in school, the stupid shit anyway. How erections work, and insemination, and pregnancy and STD's…" He trailed off for a moment.

"It's like they focused on the scary shit, diseases and getting a girl pregnant. Trying to make sure teens don't do it. Like it'll ruin our lives. Then I hear about my friends having sex with girls. Even Bobby, who likes other boys, talks about sex and it sounds amazing. And here I am."

He started tearing up again.

"Listen, Tyler." I didn't want to see him cry again. It hurt to see that. "Everything in life is what you make it. That's the biggest thing you need to understand. Your situation can be a limitation or it can be an opportunity to do something about it."

He looked me in the eyes. "I don't need a pep talk. I get that from my parents all the time."

He started to roll away.

"Tyler, stop." He did. "Come back, I'll tell you."

He rolled his chair back and faced me.

"I have had sex. I suppose I'm not really the right person to talk to about this. In truth, I didn't find it as enjoyable as most people do. I have had sex with several men and several women. Both have their good and not so good qualities. So, I'm pretty indifferent when it comes to sex. I'm not the type of person that seeks a relationship or sex. I prefer my solitude and friendships over a romantic relationship."

"Can you tell me what it feels like?" he asked.

"What what feels like?"

"Sex, I don't know… what about a blowjob?"

"Well, have you ever jerked off with a wet hand or lube?"

He nodded.

"It's like that but a little better. The mouth is obviously warmer and softer than a hand. The tongue can be used in ways to make the nerve endings light on fire. The suction, well that adds to the sensation, something you can't do with a hand. But then there are the negatives. Teeth, oof! They are painful when they scrape against the skin. Some people like that, but most don't. Overall, it feels really good, but it's something that's really hard to describe."

Silence again. I realized he'd been here for a few hours.

"Where are my manners. You hungry or thirsty? Come on in. Let me make some sandwiches and get something to drink."

I stood and we went into my house. Tyler parked himself at the kitchen table while I warmed some leftover lasagna, made a couple of small salads, and opened a couple of cans of soda. We sat and ate with very little conversation. After I put the dishes in the sink, we stayed at the kitchen table.

"What was better? Guy or girl?" Tyler asked.

"Well, like anything they both have different qualities. It's tough to compare the two because they have different organs and different functions. So, I liked each for different reasons." I told him.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"I can."

I explained the joys of sex with both men and women. As I was talking Tyler interrupted.

"Mr. Tibit. Can you show me?"

I was drinking when he asked and sent soda through my nose. It was painful, I did my best to keep my composure. My eyes leaked, my nose ran.

"I don't think that's appropriate Tyler."

"Why not? I'm 16."

"Even if you are of legal age, it's still frowned upon by many people for a man my age to have sex with someone your age."

"Okay, sorry I asked. I should go now anyway. Thank you for everything Mr. Tibit."

Tyler started to roll out of the kitchen. I stopped him before he could get to the front door.

"Listen Tyler, please don't take it personally. You're a very handsome young man. You will find the right person, I promise."

He didn't look at me. "The promise everyone makes, a promise that is empty and can never be true."

"Tyler, I'm sorry. Hey, want to come over again tomorrow?"

"I don't think I'll be able to Mr. Tibit. I have something else to take care of."

"What are you doing? Can I join you?" I felt a shift in his attitude. He suddenly became morose.

"Nah, it's something I have to do alone."

* * * * * * *

I was worried but wasn't sure what to do. I had to think quickly and nothing rational came to mind. I could talk to his parents, keep him here with me, or give into his request. His parents would probably blow me off and just chalk it up to him being an emotional teen. They be right, but I felt that something more drastic was being implied in Tyler's words and actions. Keeping him at my house could be considered kidnapping. Holding him against his will might not do any good, it could even make matters worse. The last option, could ruin my reputation in the community. While I wouldn't be breaking any laws, it's still frowned upon due to the generation gap. Time was running out.

"Tyler, don't go. Let's talk some more."

"Thanks Mr. Tibit. I'm not in the mood to talk anymore."

"Well, let's just hang out then."

"Thanks for being so nice to me Mr. Tibit. I should go," Tyler said with the same monotone he's been using since I rejected him.

Tyler had his hand on the doorknob. I locked the deadbolt and put my hand on his. He looked up at me with angry eyes.

"Come on Tyler," I said in a soothing voice.

His glare didn't change. He looked through me, into my soul and tried to crush me with his stare. I moved my hand from his hand to his face. He knocked it away.

"It's too late for this Mr. Tibit."

He reached for the deadbolt and unlocked it. I relocked it. We went back and forth a few times. It was apparent that neither of us was going to give up. I finally grabbed his hand and pulled it away from the door. He rolled back and made for the back door. We both knew that he couldn't use that door, it had stairs. But he pushed his way to it anyway. I grabbed his chair and stopped him. We struggled against each other, him fighting to escape, me fighting to give him what he wanted. Tyler started getting violent, swinging at me. I swooped in and picked him up from his chair and threw him over my shoulder. Strength neither of us knew I had. I held onto his useless legs, his torso hanging down my back. He continued to hit me, pounding my lower back. It was painful, but not nearly the pain he was feeling.

I threw him onto my bed. He bounced and then tried to pull himself off, onto the floor. I pushed him back down onto the mattress and held him there. He was crying, he was angry. I was hoping to push those emotions out of him with lust and sexual bliss.

I kissed him. At first he still fought. After a few moments he succumbed and started kissing back. As much as I felt I was asexual, instinct is still a part of my DNA. My hands found his body, caressed his chest. Our mouths were in unison, our souls must have started communicating. I felt my hormones, my body responding. The erection the most obvious. I felt my penis hard in my pants and remembered that's what this is all about. But not mine, his. I reached down to his groin and found him hard as well. Through his jeans he felt sizable, but I would never really know until I dug down and found what lay below the fabric.

I broke the kiss and focused on helping him get naked. First the shirt, his upper body well developed. Arms and chest, muscular, abs too. Ripples from the chest to the smooth beginning of the "V". I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his limp legs. He wore briefs, curious. Looking back on this moment I find it interesting that he chose that type. Or did his mother? Boys seem to go from the printed undies to the typical white briefs to whatever they decide is best for them. Some pick the boxers for more freedom. Boxer briefs for security and more coverage. Some stick with the briefs, the typical open fly or move to the sexier bikini briefs.

But in the moment, I wasn't thinking about his underwear other than how to get them off of him. I pulled gently just like with his pants. While he couldn't move or feel his legs, I didn't want to cause any harm. He had a thick bush for his age. I loved it. He had a nice size dick too. 6" [15.25cm] cut like most American boys, the skin still smooth like a young man's should be. Proportionate testicles that hung in a hairy sack. This was a beautiful sight, even for me. I moved back up, face to face.

"You sure?"

He nodded and I moved back down to his groin. He wasn't clean but he wasn't dirty either. The smell of a teen that showered that morning; a little urine and a lot of testosterone. It was a magical smell that aroused me more. My erection dribbled precum. I went from mostly asexual to an animal lusting for his cock. I buried my face in his bush, inhaled more, and enjoyed; wished it could be a scent for a candle or air freshener. I licked his length while watching his face. His eyes were closed apparently focusing on the new sensations. I then opened and took him into my mouth. He inhaled sharply, having the first mouth, the first tongue on him. Apparently, it felt good. I slowly lowered taking him all the way in. His pubes tickled and his scent continued to intoxicate. I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing, his sighs and his light moans. This was my guide as to where to lick, when to suck harder or lighter.

Soon I felt his hands on my head, he was taking charge and guiding me. With fistfuls of hair, he pulled my head down and up. I was now his toy; he was the one making the changes in pace. I let him, he deserved it. I also enjoyed the dominance.

"Ahh," He sighed breath after breath. He got louder, from quiet mouse to a boy about to cum. "I'm gonna…"

And he did. I felt the first squirt coat the inside of my mouth. It was some of the best tasting cum I've had. He came several squirts into my mouth. I held his cock letting him enjoy the orgasm. Once it subsided, I waited for the last trickles to come out then I slowly slid off of him.

I climbed up and cuddled close to him. Tyler lay on his back; I draped an arm and leg over him and nuzzled his ear. He brought an arm up and rubbed the side of my head. We fell asleep, for how long I'm not sure. When I woke I watched Tyler sleep for a while. He looked relaxed, like all his troubles in life didn't matter. That's because nothing at this moment mattered. He was asleep, possibly dreaming. Dreaming about anything. Having his legs back. Having a girlfriend… or boyfriend for that matter. Having a chance to be in any sport he wanted. Up until his accident, he was very athletic.

Tyler slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me and smiled. I knew that what we did was the right thing. Right for him anyway. What society thought didn't matter anymore.

"Mr. Tibit?"

"Yes, Tyler?"

"One more thing." He said.

"Go on."

"Have you ever done anal? Like had a guy in your butt?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"It was alright. Nothing exciting but nothing terrible either. I suppose I'm indifferent about it." I explained.

"Can I?"

"You want to put it in my butt?" I asked.

"Ya, I mean… I'd really like to screw a girl, but I don't see that happening. So I was hoping that you would let me try something similar with you."

I smiled at him and rolled over to the nightstand. I pulled out a condom and some lube and rolled back over. Tyler looked at what I retrieved and made a face.

"A condom, really?" he scoffed.

"Safety first Tyler."

"I'm a virgin. I can't have any STD's."

"No, but I could." I told him.

"You said you hardly had any sex."

"Once is enough to have the possibility."

"Have you been tested?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Fine. But the lube is necessary." I told him.

Tyler was hard already just from talking about it. I sucked him just the same and lubed and fingered myself. I then straddled him putting his cock at my hole. I slowly sank. His mouth dropped open; eyes wide. This was the first time he'd ever felt himself entering another person, minus the blowjob earlier. I sank down and rested.

"Ready?" I asked.

He nodded. I raised and lowered. Slowly while I was getting used to having him in me. He may not have been the biggest I ever had, but it had been so long that I was tight. His teen sized cock felt like a fist inside me. I leaned forward to kiss. Our mouths found that perfect unison again. My lower body moved over his. My tight sphincter squeezing his nice sized penis. Sliding to the tip and back to the base. My tightness reduced and it felt better having him in me. I sat up and sped up. Sitting up forced his dick to rub against my prostate. I didn't get hard, but I started leaking a lot of pre cum. My limp dick and balls were flapping up and down slapping on my pubic bone and his stomach. Slap slap slap slap… A string of clear fluid was strung between us, occasionally breaking and sending a drop further up his stomach.

Tyler's eyes were closed and his face was tight. I wondered if he was enjoying this, if that face was to avoid a quick orgasm, or if there was pain. Maybe he was imagining a girl rather than a middle-aged guy bouncing on his dick. Either way, I was focused on his pleasure. His mouth dropped open exhaling sounds of pleasure, of ecstasy. I slowed, pacing, hoping that I was reading his face correctly. I tried to bring him to a higher level and sustain the pleasure. Keeping at the peak, not pushing him over the edge. But that edge was inevitable. The great thing about an orgasm, is the pleasure that comes, the pleasure that fades, is pleasure that is obtainable again and again.

With the slower pace I lowered to kiss some more. Our mouths met, Tyler's eyes still closed. He kissed with a fire behind the motions. Our tongues met and tangled for a while. He moaned into my mouth, and soon it happened. He came inside of me. I slid down on him and stayed still while the pleasure radiated through his body. I could feel his cock twitch with each shot of cum.

I waited.

After a few moments, what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes. He smiled for the second time today. I smiled back and felt a connection. My heart stopped with the internal recognition of the feelings. I swallowed and damn, realized that this boy might create the emotion of love in me.

I slid off of him then laid next to him. I let him ride the afterglow, hell I did too. When it felt right, I got up and retrieved a towel to clean us up. We didn't talk for a while, and I didn't want to push anything. I wanted Tyler to talk about what was on his mind when he was ready. That's pretty much been our relationship anyway.

"That felt really good," He told me. "I'm glad we did it."

"I am too Tyler."

I helped him get his clothes back on and him back into his chair. When he was comfortable, he pulled me in for another kiss. This one was more passionate than the previous, it felt great for its own reasons.

He thanked me and roiled toward the door.

"See you soon," I said and watched him leave.

* * * * * * *

The rest of the day I thought about what had happened. I relived the events, trying to hold onto every detail. It was impossible, but I believe I managed to get most things correct. The scent of his groin and how magical it was. The shape of his penis… perfection really. The strong arms and chest and abs. The passion and the ravenous kissing. The innocence replaced by experience. I couldn't wait for it to happen again. I went to sleep thinking about him and hoped that tomorrow he would stop by. Not that I wanted another sexual encounter, but whatever happened was fine with me… I just wanted to see him again soon.

I woke in the morning and got ready for my run. Shorts, running shoes and motivational music. I was out the door and off. I ran down the street as per usual, the start of my 5 miles. I run a large circle around several blocks. The last leg is back up my street past Tyler's house. Several blocks down I noticed an ambulance on the street with lights on and back doors open. As I got closer it seemed that it was in front of Tyler's house. When I was less than a block away, it was indeed in front of his house. Panic hit me. I stopped to see what was going on. A paramedic ran out of the house and grabbed a bag from the ambulance then ran back inside. I slowly walked to the house. His mother was yelling his name. Tyler's father was holding her from going up the stairs. She was crying, she was screaming at her husband and at no one. I knew that something had happened to Tyler.

I turned cold and my legs went limp. I sat in the grass running scenarios through my head. It couldn't be that bad, could it? I just saw him yesterday. He was fine yesterday. The paramedics came down the stairs with the gurney a person strapped to it. There was blood. There was a lot of blood. The person on the gurney was Tyler. I threw up in the grass. I started to cry. Tyler was put into the back of the ambulance and it raced off.

His parents came out of the house. His mother was wearing clothes soaked with blood and I knew.

Mr. Ratcliff looked at me in the grass and returned to the house. Moments later he emerged with an envelope. He looked down and handed it to me. It was sealed and on the front was my name.

I returned home and got into the shower. I took a shower and stood under the water until it turned cold. I hadn't realized that I was in there that long, I hadn't even cleaned myself. I turned the water off and dried and walked down to the kitchen table. The envelope lay there. I couldn't bear to open it. I couldn't bear not to.

The End