of black- and gray-peppered hair which trailed down the front of him to his beltline. I slowly tongued through the hair and around his nipples as he sighed and whispered how I should stop and that I didn't have to do this.

I took a nipple in my teeth and worked it. In response, Tim gave a great shudder and wrapped his good arm around the back of my head, holding my mouth tightly to his breast. He was softly moaning and groaning as my hands began to get busy at his belt buckle before stripping his pants and shoes off. All the time I kept attacking his nipples with my tongue and teeth.

His cock was already half hard and was gigantic. I could fully understand being depressed if he hadn't been putting that to good use for the past two years.

After giving his cock and balls a little preliminary attention, I placed my hands on his thighs, to move his legs farther apart, preparing for the descent from his nipples of my searching mouth. I felt him give a little cry.

"Please, my leg," he whispered. "Please cover. Don't want you to see . . ."

I pulled away from his chest and rose on my knees and took his mouth in mine, not wanting him to have to finish that sentence. When he was calmer, I went back on my haunches, and, holding his eyes trapped in mine, I lifted his crippled leg lovingly in my hands. I slowly slid his sock off and kissed and sucked on his toes. Then I slowly worked my tongue up his leg, kissing and licking each wound crease and knot. His eyes were held by mine, mesmerized and brimming over with tears as I kissed and tongued my way up along his tender, inner thigh and devoured his cock with my mouth—mouth sucking on bulbous cock cap; tongue tracing throbbing veins; lips caressing up and down the sides of his huge dick; soft mouth taking him in, slowly to his full length and width; holding it there, deep-throated for an eternity, while it pulsated in the warm, wet, tightly clinging sheath; filling out to capacity; and, finally, spasming out two years worth of pent up cum.

Tim had flopped onto his back and was groaning in ecstasy and release. I swallowed his cum, cleaned off his cock with my tongue and came up on the bed beside him. I suspended my head above his and gently played his nipples with my fingers as I once more stared intensely into his eyes. They looked different now - not nearly so bleak and despaired.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he was whispering to me. I placed a finger on his lips to put a stop to this and then leaned my head down and gave him a brief, tender kiss. Then I raised my head again, and once again took his eyes with mine. He lay there, drinking me in with waves of love, as my fingers returned to playing with his nipples and in his chest hair.

I could tell he was building up to saying something he'd had to think hard about, and it took him several minutes to get to the point of being able to speak again.

"Would you like to fuck me?" he finally asked hesitantly in that low, melodious baritone of his. "I know I'm no longer attractive, but it's all I can give to you