{"sf1_id":866790,"sf2_id":"yndw5KNm","title":"Blind Mans Bluff","author":"SnJester","words":3807,"posted_at":"2015-05-28T12:45:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Bedroom","Blind","Cum","Cumshot","Ejaculation","Exhibitionism","Fellatio","Gay","Gay Relationships","Human","M/M","Relationships","Spooge","Voyeurism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/866790-blind-mans-bluff","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndw5KNm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5a/c8/5ac85db5-1189-41c4-a7a5-ef8d68380704","description":"A Male carer gets more than he bargained for when he falls for his charge","content":"AN: This story was first published on the Nifty Archives back in 2004.  \nI'm re uploading it here as is untouched\n\n  \n\nI first met Darryl when I first got out of college, eager to start my work\n\nwith the handicapped. Darryl was my first case, and I was eager to try out\n\nall the many theories I had in mind as to how to bring the handicapped out\n\nof their shell. I've often wondered about that assignment. I mean, Nurse\n\nBattleaxe (not her real name, but her unofficial nickname, it fit her well\n\nenough) must have caught my eager enthusiasm and decided that it called for\n\na little shock therapy. As a result of her plan and my own eagerness, I\n\nneglected to even ask what Darryl's handicap was, so I went to the door and\n\nknocked with no idea of what I was about to face. Believe me, it occurred to\n\nme on the drive there, but of course, then it was too late to ask.\n\n  \n\nSeeing Darryl was a shock. I don't mean he looked bad or anything, though\n\nGod knows I wouldn't have altered my face if he had been. He was handsome.\n\nNo, wrong cute. Darryl was beautiful. Bright, sunny-gold hair, a thin face\n\nwith a pug nose that was, somehow, aristocratic. He looked like those\n\noh-so-perfect models that grace magazine covers. Except... Except for his\n\neyes. You see, Darryl didn't HAVE any eyes. Just open, blank sockets of\n\npinkish scar tissue. I knew better than to ask my first question, which was,\n\nwhat happened to you??? That question was a shout in my mind. Darryl said,\n\n\"You're Ted?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Uh, yeah, Ted Armbrister. You're Darryl?\"\n\n  \n\nDarryl chucked, an easy, free laugh. \"Can you imagine anyone else looking\n\nlike this?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Uh....\" I was floundering.\n\n  \n\n\"Don't worry about it.\" Darryl said. \"It all happened a long time ago. Come\n\non in and we'll talk over your duties.\" They were easy enough, to cook and\n\nclean for him, drive him where he wanted to go, and so on. Darryl had money,\n\nI knew, enough to keep this huge house and pay a full-time service salary.\n\nThat was me.\n\n  \n\nWhile Darryl showed me around, I thought over my unspoken duties. Never\n\nrearrange ANYTHING without talking to him first. Leave the lights on; they\n\nwouldn't bother Darryl and I may need the light if something unexpected\n\nhappened. And watch him carefully the first few days, until I was certain of\n\nwhat he could and couldn't do, and what he shouldn't do but would try to do\n\nanyway.\n\n  \n\nDarryl ended at his study, where he donned a pair of dark sunglasses, hiding\n\nthose horrible holes in his face. \"You caught me napping in here when you\n\nknocked.\" he said. \"I ought to get back to work.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Work? What do you do?\" I asked.\n\n  \n\nDarryl laughed again. \"I'm a stockbroker. Didn't the nurse tell you\n\nanything?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Nope. Not a damned thing.\" I said, trying to sound relaxed and easy.\n\n  \n\n\"Hmm.\" Darryl said. \"Do you know why she wanted me to meet you at the door\n\nwithout my glasses?\"\n\n  \n\n\"I can't think of any reason.\" I stuttered out. That damned battleaxe, I\n\nthought to myself, I'll get her for this. I spent the rest of the day\n\nfamiliarizing myself with the house, learning where things were. The house\n\nwas spotless; there was no work for me until dinnertime. Darryl went back to\n\nhis computer terminal, which was hooked into a device that turned its output\n\ninto Braille, which he read with capable fingers. He had a regular\n\ntypewriter board, and his fingers seemed to fly over the keys without\n\nhesitation. I tried to be quiet, and Darryl never seemed to notice where I\n\nwas. At six o'clock, Darryl stretched and yawned. I was sitting on his sofa\n\n(he knew I was there, never sneak around on a sightless person) reading a\n\nnovel he kept there for his visitors to read. \"Time to knock off for the\n\nday.\" He said. \"What's for dinner?\"\n\n  \n\n\"What would you like?\" I asked, getting up.\n\n  \n\nDarryl shrugged. \"Suit yourself. But first, I'll need a bath. Go get it\n\nready and strip down. I'll be in there in a minute.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Strip down?\" I asked, stricken. \"Why?\"\n\n  \n\nDarryl looked at me, uncannily knowing where I was exactly. \"I get turned\n\naround in the shower. You have to give me the bath.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Oh, okay.\" I said and took off.\n\n  \n\nDarryl walked in just as I was tugging off my underwear (yellow\n\ntiger-striped, a gift from one of my ex-lovers). He wasn't wearing a stitch\n\nof clothing, not even a bathrobe, and my eyes, knowing he'd never notice,\n\nran up and down his body. Darryl worked out, that was for sure. His body was\n\nlean and supple, but he had, what's the word, he had definition. His body\n\nwas nearly hairless, smooth, sleek, lustrous. His cock was a free-swinger\n\nbellclapper as he walked in.... To hell with it. I was to be his hands and\n\neyes, nothing else. I washed his body with plenty of soap, enjoying the\n\nstrokes, while Darryl hung on to rails on the sides for balance. He did seem\n\nto have trouble in the shower, his body swaying, uncertain. I scrubbed him\n\neasily enough until it came time to wash his cock and balls. I tried to be\n\nprofessional about it, but while rinsing him off, I found myself jerking it\n\nfor him instead. It began to rise and grow in girth, and Darryl jerked it\n\naway. \"That's enough of that.\" I flushed bright scarlet, I'm sure. \"I'm\n\nsorry.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Don't worry about it.\" Darryl said. \"Just rinse me off. I'm clean enough.\"\n\n  \n\nI sluiced him clean and started to dry him. Darryl jerked the towel away.\n\n\"I'll take care of this. You go start dinner.\" he said.\n\n  \n\nDinner was okay, uninspired but filling. I would have to learn his tastes,\n\nwith no help from him. He ate it all, but was quiet and barely talked the\n\nrest of the day. At 10:00 o'clock, Darryl looked at me again from the TV\n\n(what went through his mind, I wondered. We were watching Star Trek, and\n\naccording to Darryl brief summary of his life, he would never have seen it\n\nwith his eyes. I wondered what Picard and Riker looked like to him. \"Let's\n\ngo to bed.\" he said.\n\n  \n\n\"Do you need my help?\" I asked.\n\n  \n\n\"Just get me to the bedroom.\" he said, taking my arm in one strong hand. \"I\n\nfeel sleepy, and might stumble.\"\n\n  \n\nUpstairs, he went into his bedroom with strong, sure steps. I'm very ashamed\n\nof what I did next. I said goodnight, closed the door, and pussyfooted over\n\nto a corner. I was breaking one of our strongest rules. I was watching\n\nDarryl without his knowledge and permission.\n\n  \n\nI was attracted to the guy, damn it! He was so damned beautiful, I wanted to\n\nwatch him undress, and maybe, if I was lucky, watch him play with himself\n\nbefore he dropped off to sleep. I wanted to see him. It seemed harmless\n\nenough. I eased into the chair in one corner and watched as he tugged off\n\nhis lounging jacket and loose-fitting trousers.\n\n  \n\nHe had no underwear on underneath. I saw that cock of his again, that\n\nbeautiful cock on that beautiful body. I wanted it so damned bad, to take it\n\ninto my mouth and suck on it while he squirmed underneath me. I stealthily\n\nunzipped my pants, tugged them and my underwear down to mid-thigh. My cock\n\nwas rock-hard. I had to jerk it a while. And Darryl wouldn't notice, would\n\nhe?\n\n  \n\nDarryl was nude now, and he got into his bed, not into it, but he lay on top\n\nof the covers in the middle of his huge, satin-covered bed. His right hand\n\nwas stroking his cock and balls; his cock grew and soon stood at full mast.\n\n  \n\nIt was long, really long and beautiful, just like the rest of Darryl. Thin,\n\nit somehow stood straight out from his body, the fat, round head a big knob\n\natop it. Both of his hands wrapped around this flagpole of manhood. Double-\n\nhanded, he stroked his cock in long, slow strokes.\n\n  \n\nI got up as quietly as I could; I wanted a better look at this. I walked\n\nover to stand at the side of his bed, looking down at his face, his dark\n\nglasses (his only covering, why had he worn them to bed?) obscuring that\n\npart of his face, but the rest of it softened by passion. His teeth, perfect\n\nwhite pearls, were shining in his grimace as he tugged with increasing\n\nferocity at his huge schlong, his hips bucking up into it as he thrust into\n\nhis palms, fucking his hands with each jab.\n\n  \n\nI eased off my T-shirt so I could play with my nipples. My left hand pinched\n\nmy teats while I flogged my own, smaller cock, trying not to groan with my\n\nlust as my passion built up. Darryl got wilder now, his body really bucking\n\nas he fucked his hands with his long shaft. He was making the bedsprings\n\nsqueak though softly. His breath was coming in short gasps, his balls\n\ntightened up to hug his cock at its base.\n\n  \n\nMy own passion was building up and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.\n\nBut where to shoot it, and how to shoot without my groans alerting Darryl to\n\nmy presence? I realized Darryl was as close as I was, and that gave me the\n\nidea. I stood as close to the writhing figure on the bed as I could. As\n\nDarryl groaned his body constricting, he raised his head and shoulders off\n\nthe bed, and gave a loud grunt, \"Ug, ug, uuuuuugh!\"\n\n  \n\nAnd he was shooting a wild load all over his face and chest.\n\n  \n\nIt was my chance. I shot my load along with him, aiming for his body, to let\n\nmy white streams arc over to land on him, to commingle with his. Let Darryl\n\nthink he was shooting the whole damned load! Let my come caress his body as\n\nhe slept. I managed to keep my footing, but it was a struggle, and my own\n\nsmall grunts were covered by his loud groans as his passion took him over,\n\nused him fiercely, then released him to lie gasping on the bed.\n\n  \n\nI was about to pass out from lack of air, trying to control my breathing. I\n\ngulped, swallowed hard, endured it. I had to! If he found out I was here...\n\n  \n\nDarryl stretched luxuriously out on his bed. His hands rubbed his body,\n\nrubbing his come into his skin, and he gathered up a handful of his (my!)\n\ncome, brought it to his lips, smeared it on them.\n\n  \n\nI was able to breathe, and see, again. Darryl of course, would never see\n\nagain. I was safe. I gathered my things quietly and left, casting one look\n\nback at the pale white body stretched across the bed like a leopard resting\n\nafter a meal. Darryl seemed to be asleep. And it was time for me to sleep as\n\nwell.\n\n  \n\nI cursed myself as I got into my own, smaller bed next door. I had taken a\n\nfoolish risk. I told myself sternly that I must never do that again.\n\n  \n\nBut I knew as I told myself that, that I wouldn't listen. Tomorrow night, I\n\nwould be there again.\n\n  \n\nI awoke the next day to find Darryl standing over my bed. Still naked, I\n\ncould see where the come had dried on him, thick white lumps all over his\n\nbody that marked where I had shot. When I jerked off, I usually shot it into\n\nthe sink or onto an old rag. My come is so thick and lumpy, and if it dries\n\non you, it's awfully hard to get off again.\n\n  \n\n\"I feel dirty this morning.\" Darryl announced. \"I think I'd better shower\n\nbefore breakfast.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Okay.\" I said and crawled out of bed. If Darryl was going to parade around\n\nnaked, I might as well, too, especially if I was headed for the shower. I\n\nslept nude, and so had to make no special effort for the shower. \"Let's go.\"\n\nI said. \"Hadn't you better take your pajamas off?\" Darryl asked. \"Don't wear\n\nthem.\" I said.\n\n  \n\nDarryl grinned. \"Me, either. I lay on top of my covers, let the wind play\n\nover my body. It feels so damned good.\" Well, this wasn't news to me.\n\n\"Really?\" I said.\n\n  \n\n\"Let's go get cleaned up. I got a busy day ahead of me.\"\n\n  \n\nI scrubbed him with surer hands now. But I made sure that most of my casual\n\nstrokes played over his chest and stomach. My come was there, white ovals\n\nstill after the first soaping. I had got most of it, but not all. When\n\nDarryl announced enough, he still bore the marks of my come on him. But what\n\nwas I to say? I let him get dressed still wearing some of my come shots on\n\nhim, especially what had to have been the first spray, a large round blotch\n\non his rib cage.\n\n  \n\nI stepped out and dried alongside him, confident now that with Darryl I had\n\nno need of modesty. With Darryl, modesty was baked into his program, he had\n\nno choice but to not be able to see me! I hated myself for thinking that,\n\nand got dressed in just my underwear.\n\n  \n\n\"Okay if I dress casual?\" I asked.\n\n  \n\n\"Suit yourself.\" Darryl shrugged. \"Who's going to see you?\"\n\n  \n\nI liked him for that remark, the proof that he was inured to his condition,\n\nable to treat it as the fact of life it was for him.\n\n  \n\nAs I scrambled eggs in my underwear, I realized with a start that I was well\n\non my way to falling in love with my charge. Big mistake Number One.\n\n  \n\nI fretted about it the entire day. Preoccupied, I burned lunch, and had to\n\nstart over. When I washed Darryl, my hands were insistent, hungry, touching\n\nhim intimately without my permission. But he didn't seem to mind.\n\n  \n\n\"Ted?\" he asked me at last.\n\n  \n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Can I look at you?\"\n\n  \n\nI knew what he meant, he wanted to touch my face, a common request for a\n\nsightless person to make. The wonder was that it had taken him so long. \"Go\n\nahead.\" I said, and pressed his hands against my face.\n\n  \n\nHe touched me carefully, feeling every square inch with competent hands. It\n\naroused me though I knew better than to treat it as a come-on. He was just\n\nlooking the only way he could, with his hands.\n\n  \n\n\"A strong nose.\" He commented. \"Gentle eyes. A solemn mouth. You should\n\nlaugh more.\" He finished and said, \"Let's dry off.\"\n\n  \n\nWe dried off, and I playfully scrubbed his back for him with my towel. He\n\nlaughed and permitted it. I reached around to his chest and stomach, and\n\nwith my damp towel managed to take off the last few traces of where I had\n\nsplattered him so unknowingly the night before. We watched TV while sitting\n\nside by side on the couch, rather than him in an armchair like the night\n\nbefore. It was his choice more than mine. I liked it, sort of a symbol that\n\nwe were growing closer together. At 10:00 p.m., I turned off the TV set, and\n\nsaid, \"Lights out.\"\n\n  \n\nDarryl smiled. \"They always are, for me.\" He smiled, but sobered up, and I\n\nknew he was thinking of his eyes, or lack of eyes.\n\n  \n\n\"Want to tell me what happened?\" I asked gently, non-threateningly.\n\n  \n\nDarryl told me the story, with several long pauses. He had been an abused\n\nchild, his stepfather beating him, and raping him at night. But the\n\nauthorities had done nothing, nothing permanent anyways. Then one day his\n\nstepfather came in drunk and violent. He attempted to force himself on\n\nDarryl, who protested.\n\n  \n\nAnd his stepfather poked out his eyes with a knife, slowly and deliberately,\n\nwhile the young child screamed. \"That was all it took.\" Darryl said at the\n\nend. \"The authorities were finally able to do something. All it cost me were\n\nmy eyes. He died in prison a few months later. Even the inmates don't like\n\nchild molesters.\"\n\n  \n\nI didn't say a word, just held him in my arms. He didn't cry (COULD he cry?\n\nDid he even still have tear ducts? I remembered those vacant holes, I then\n\nforced the question away from me; I didn't want to know), he just lay\n\nquietly in my arms for a time.\n\n  \n\n\"Let's hit the hay.\" he said.\n\n  \n\nHe was quiet going up to his room, somber and morose. I remembered my\n\nintentions of that afternoon, intentions rejected, reaffirmed, repulsed,\n\nreturning. Odds were against his jerking off tonight. But I was going to be\n\nthere, to see if he did.\n\n  \n\nI was still wearing only my underwear. It was easy to say goodnight, watch\n\nas he ambled over to his bed, then let the door close noisily. Then I\n\nstealthily got out of my underwear, carefully kept out of his way, but\n\nstayed close to him, close enough to see all of him as he stretched out\n\nagain on his bed.\n\n  \n\nHe didn't touch his cock, but after a time (during which I despaired of\n\nwatching him again this night), it grew of its own accord. I stifled a\n\nsneeze, cursed myself silently for the slight noise I had made. But Darryl\n\nagain reached both hands down to his cock, to stroke it with sure, gentle\n\nstrokes. His cock responded, grew to a rigid pole that I looked at in hungry\n\nfascination. How would anyone be able to take that long length? It must be\n\nten or eleven inches, maybe more! Both of his hands still left a goodly\n\nportion of his cockshaft uncovered, which was probably why he enjoyed\n\nfucking his hands like he did.\n\n  \n\nI remembered my intentions. To quietly enter into sex with him. Could I do\n\nit? Did I have the nerve? Better maybe to just jerk off with him again, but\n\nnot (NOT) shoot on him again.\n\n  \n\nI stood at the edge of the bed. He wasn't centered this time, and thus lay\n\nonly a few inches away from me. I could have reached out and took his cock\n\nif I wanted to. All I had to do was reach out and take it....\n\n  \n\nMy hand moved of its own accord. Darryl gasped when he felt my hand, the\n\ninsolent intruder into his private domain. But he didn't pull away. He lay\n\nthere, taking his hands away, letting me do whatever I wanted to with his\n\ncock. I massaged it for him, acting as an incubus in the night.\n\n  \n\n\"Suck it for me, Ted.\" Darryl whispered. Whatever he was, he wasn't mad.\n\n  \n\nI took the cockhead into my mouth, gently fondled it with my lips, wetting\n\nit, tasting it all.\n\n  \n\n\"Oh, God, Ted, that feels so good, man!\" Darryl gasped. \"Why didn't you do\n\nthis last night?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Last night?\" I said, a mumble on his cockhead. I pulled my head away. \"Last\n\nnight?\"\n\n  \n\nDarryl grinned. \"I knew you were there. Why else do you think I kept my\n\nglasses on?\"\n\n  \n\n\"You knew I was there?\" I was having trouble accepting this. \"But how?\"\n\n  \n\nDarryl sighed. \"I thought you were trained! Ted, when you lose your\n\neyesight, the rest of your senses pick up some of the slack. I hear better\n\nthan most people. I could hear your footsteps as gentle as they were. I\n\ncould hear your breath. I heard you moan when you came. I felt your\n\nejaculation hitting me along with mine. You really thought I didn't know you\n\nwere there?\"\n\n  \n\n\"I guess I did.\" I said. \"I'm really sorry. I know I was wrong...\"\n\n  \n\n\"Shut up and suck me, Ted.\" Darryl said, one hand imperiously thrusting me\n\nback to my blowjob. \"That's going to be one of your duties from now on,\n\nsucking my cock for me.\"\n\n  \n\nI took to my new duty gladly, finding that my eagerness let me take him much\n\ndeeper than I thought I could.\n\n  \n\nDarryl moaned, his hips thrusting into my mouth with their old movement,\n\ntrying to fuck my mouth the way he fucked his hands.\n\n  \n\n\"Get up on the bed.\" Darryl ordered. \"I want to suck on that cock of yours.\"\n\n  \n\nI giggled as I clambered onto the bed, not letting go of his cock with my\n\nmouth, but my whole body pivoting around that fulcrum. I let go only long\n\nenough to ask. \"Is that another of my duties?\"\n\n  \n\n\"You'd better believe it is.\" Darryl said and gulped me down. We 69'ed for a\n\ngood long time, but mutual consent stretching it out, making it last. Darryl\n\nbucked and groaned, then let go of my cock, now slippery with his saliva.\n\n\"Stop that!\" he said.\n\n  \n\n\"Why?\" I asked, letting go as ordered.\n\n  \n\nHe crawled around, feeling out my body's position by touch as he went.\n\n\"Because you've got it lubed enough now. I want to fuck you, now.\"\n\n  \n\nI was turned on incredibly by this, the easy mastery he took over me. He\n\ndidn't need leather, or whips, or chains. By the force of his personality, I\n\nwas his to command. I let him take position at his own speed, merely\n\nspreading my legs as he crawled between them. He levered my legs up, and his\n\nhungry, long cock found my asshole much quicker than I had thought it would.\n\n  \n\nIt was a good thing I had used as much spit as I had; if I hadn't, for all\n\nof my past experience taking men's cock up my ass, I'd never have been able\n\nto handle it. He took his time, but never stopped until his entire length of\n\ncock was buried in my ass. All of it!\n\n  \n\nThen he fucked me, in long, slow strokes. He moved so easily, so perfectly,\n\nlike we had always been lovers rather than it being our first time. I felt\n\nlike I'd always been doing this, or rather, that all of my past experiences\n\nhad been for this one reason, to let me take this, my man, here and now. I\n\nflipped us over so that I was on top, and jacked myself slowly, in time to\n\nhis strokes.\n\n  \n\nDarryl fucked me for at least ten minutes before the urgency of his strokes\n\ntold me he was about to come. He grabbed my cock from me, flogged it for me\n\nuntil my orgasm hit just before his, and we were both shooting come, him\n\ninto me, me onto his chest, a thick, heavy white flood.\n\n  \n\nThat was how it began, Darryl and I. We've been lovers ever since that day\n\nI lost his game of blind man's bluff.\n  \n  \n\n"}