Blind Faith

Chapter 7

Scrabble.

When I asked him what he wanted to do next, I didn't have a clear idea in my head, but after he thoughtlessly pounced on me for a kiss and I couldn't help but respond, I knew we needed to slow things down a bit up.Our options now were to either make out until we were horny, overwhelmed, sweaty, and disheveled, or we took a few deep breaths and sat on the sofas on either side.So we went with the safer, more decent one.

Kissing Isaac, being kissed by Isaac was great, but we were moving too much and too fast.So I sat on the couch across from Isaac, and I blew my socks off at Scrabble, and that's how we spent the afternoon.The dogs slept on the rug at our feet while the rain poured down outside.

I didn't even know there was a Scrabble game for the blind.It appears that Monopoly, Solitaire, and Dominoes have this too.Maybe I'd have better luck with other games, because he's pretty darn good at Scrabble.

"What the hell kind of word is Muzjiks?" I yelled. "There is no such word at all!"

"some!"

"Prove it to me!" I challenged him. "Make a sentence out of it."

Isaac raised his hand. "You wait," he said as he walked out of the room.Half a minute later, he came in again, sat back on the couch and threw a dictionary at me.

I caught the dictionary and looked at him in disbelief. "You know, your aim is really good for a blind man."

He laughed loudly: "Look up the words quickly."

I noticed that there were labels in Braille on the cover of the book, but the contents of the book itself were plain printed.I quickly flipped to the "M" part.What the hell. Muzjiks: Refers to Russian serfs.It really is a word.Oh shit.A word worth 120 eight points①.

①Scrabble games are given different points according to the difficulty of the word, and the one with the highest score wins.

"You've won big."

Isaac laughed, so I told him, "Tomorrow we can play Monopoly, and then it's my turn to beat you up."

Isaac laughed and opened his mouth wide: "Is this how you treat blind people?"

I also laughed. "It's you who beat me to the ground first today, so it's only fair."

He gave me a small, hesitant smile: "Tomorrow?"

I got up and walked around the coffee table, then sat next to him so I could face him, and held his hand again. "I'm looking forward to it," I told him. "If the weather is nice, we can go to the park again, or just go for a walk, and if it still rains tomorrow, I'm sure we can find things to do indoors as well."

Isaac froze for a moment before I noticed how ambiguous my words sounded, or hinted at something. "Oh, that's not what I meant," I added quickly, "I'm not suggesting 'that' indoor activity."

Isaac bit his lip and took his hand away from mine. "Carter, there's something I need to let you know."

I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.So I prompted him and said, "What is it?"

"I, uh," he started, then cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his thighs. "I, uh, I've never really, ever been with a man—actually, with no one. I've never, uh, never been close to anyone..."

I guessed this before he told me that the last time he had a boyfriend was around high school.I pulled his hand away from my thigh and squeezed it tightly. "Isaac, I don't care about that. I like you and I like being with you. It's up to you whether the progress between us is fast or slow."

A blush flitted across his cheeks. "oh."

I smiled, but now it was my turn to speak up if we were going to be honest with each other. "There are things about me you should know too," I told him. "My friend Mark thinks I'm a disgrace to all gay men."

"Ah, why?"

"Because I only get close to... well, I only get close to my official boyfriends. I don't go out of my way to sleep with other people. I like to take my time."

"Oh."

I chuckled a little embarrassedly. "I want to know more about you," I told him, "is that okay?"

His long fingers played with my palm, my fingers, and my thumb. "Well, I think, okay."

"Then how about I come over tomorrow?" I still tentatively asked with some uncertainty. "We can just hang out if you want. We don't have to do anything special."

His fingers are still in my hand. "I want," he said softly, "I want to do something," he admitted, flushing as he did so.

I laughed, but I wanted to see his whole face.I want to get a good look at him.I moved closer to him and put one hand on his thigh while still holding his hand with the other.

"Isaac, can I make a request?"

He nodded.

"Can you take off your sunglasses?" I asked softly. "I'd like to see you."

He froze, but I squeezed his hand, giving him enough time to think.Finally, he said: "I don't often take off my sunglasses in front of other people."

For a moment I thought he was going to say no.But he took his hand away from mine, and slowly extended it to his face.He took off his dark glasses, but kept his head down; his eyes were tightly shut.I gave him a few seconds to rest before slowly lifting his face and kissing his cheek.

Then he opened his eyes.

I suddenly held my breath.Oh, my gosh.I have never seen his eyes like this.He's still waiting for my reaction, and I have to swallow to make a sound.

Even so, my voice was just a whisper: "Your eyes are so blue!"

He shrugged. "They're useless at all."

I cupped his face with my hands so he wouldn't keep his head down. "They're beautiful."

His eyes looked normal, except for this stunning blue color, but they looked...well, just normal.They aren't looking in different directions, nor are they deformed to any degree.I don't know why I thought they were like that, but apparently they aren't.They are normal.They are also beautiful.

"Isaac," I said softly, "they're not useless, they're a part of you. They make you who you are." I knew he did it out of great confidence in me. Ken showed this to me.I kissed his face, his cheeks, his lips. "Thank you."

He gave me a small but genuine smile, but he quickly put the sunglasses back on. "So, what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," I said with a smile, and squeezed his hand. "Tomorrow, can I come over in the morning? Then we can make plans at that time."

Isaac laughed too. "sounds good."

***

We did have a good day.It was raining a bit in the morning so we stayed indoors.Isaac showed me the rest of the house.He also showed me his library and tried to teach me to read Braille, which failed miserably, and we kissed a few times.In the afternoon, the sun came out, so we chose to go for a walk, but we didn't go to the park, just strolled around.

Time always flies when I'm with him.Around three in the afternoon — after lunch and a walk with the dog — we were back on the couch at his house making out.I try to hold myself together.I knew it was a new experience for him, but when he pulled me towards him, and when he tasted mine with his tongue and moaned softly, I was almost obsessed.

I tried to hold myself and let him set the pace.

I didn't expect him to want to move so fast.Yes, he's a novice at this, but he's a quick learner.Now I have to slow down, even though my body doesn't agree with it.

When I visited after get off work on Tuesdays, we ended up making out, and when I dropped by on Thursday for Brady's routine inspection, we ended up making out again.It's just that each time, we go one step further, a little deeper.He'll kiss deeper and harder, his hands will tighten and explore more.

I'm not against this, not at all, but all these little developments are driving me horny.

And he knows it.He could feel my arousal, and I could feel his.But he's not ready yet.So no matter how hard it feels, I won't push him.But, my goodness, his reaction was so enthusiastic.

Every caress, every kiss, he responded enthusiastically.I realized it wasn't because he hadn't had one before, but because his senses were simply too sensitive.If I pet him he gets goosebumps.If I whisper sweet words into his ear, he trembles.If I push him down and kiss him on the couch, his whole body will soften.

It's only been a few weeks now, and the progress between us has been so fast.Maybe not for other people, for other men, but for Isaac, for us, it was just too fast.I need to control the rhythm.I backed away from him, ran my fingers over his face, and pecked his lips one by one.

"I have to go now."

His eyes are closed, his dark glasses are on the coffee table, his arms are still around me, and he sighs.

"Hey," I said softly. "I need to go home and take care of Missy."

He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't too happy.

I sat up and pulled him up to sit next to me. "And honestly, Isaac, you're killing me," I told him, laughing.

"Oh," he muttered, "I'm sorry."

"No apologies," I told him, "never have to. Isaac, you're fucking sexy and smart, and I really like you."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"You're not ready," I told him, "I want to stay. God, of course I do. God, the way you kissed me..." I took a deep breath. "But you're not ready, and Isaac, I don't want to rush things. I don't want to put pressure on you, and I don't want to ruin this."

He smiled a little. "So, um, this weekend...?"

"How about we go out?" I suggested. "Lunch or dinner?"

"really?"

"Of course, really." I told him.

"Like a... like a date?"

I laughed. "I thought we'd already had a first date."

He bowed his head with a smile.He looks cute this way.I took his hand and pulled him up. "Come on, you can see me out and kiss me goodbye at the door like a real gentleman."

The way he actually kissed me was not like a real gentleman, no doubt about it.He pressed me against the door and kissed me until I was dizzy.I took Missy groggy, and when I got home, I could barely wait to walk through the front door to get undressed, trying to blow off some steam in the shower.

***

I met Hannah's husband, Carlos, when I went to Isaac's house for lunch on Saturday.He was a nice guy, tall, quiet, and he gave his wife a lovely smile every time she laughed.It's fun to eat with them.Hannah's sense of humor, the stories she told, the jokes, and even her facial expressions kept me laughing the entire time.I see a lot of Isaac in her and vice versa.He's much more serious than she is, but I've also seen a little bit of his sense of humor.

Hannah was visibly pleased that I was with Isaac.Twice she tried to write me a note to whisper, but Isaac found out again, no doubt.

On one piece of paper she writes a list of some things she needs for the next week, and on another she writes: How is he treating you?

I nodded to her as imperceptibly as possible.Then she added: Don't let him ride you.

Isaac puts down his glass. "Oh Hannah, stop writing the note and just say it."

She looked at me with her mouth open, and Carlos and I both laughed. "Well, it looks like he knows the trick of writing notes."

Isaac sighed, "It's because I can't see, it's not because I'm stupid."

"Jesus," Hannah grumbled, "I can't gossip about you behind your back any more."

I laughed, and Isaac laughed smugly.He took a sip of his drink. "So, what was written on the note?"

Hannah said angrily, "I told Carter not to let you ride him," she said dryly. "But unfortunately, it's too late."

I laughed, and Isaac turned to me. "what's so funny?"

"Yeah, very funny," I said, knowing he could hear the smile in my voice. "You two are having so much fun."

Hannah put her arms around Carlos' waist and laughed.Then she said, "So what are you two going to do this afternoon?"

"I'm thinking we might go for a walk," I told them, "and eat out."

Her face suddenly brightened. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know," I admitted, "Isaac, do you like Italian food, Thai food, Chinese food, or fast food burgers?"

"Well," he thought with a smile, "Italian food."

I look at Hannah and Carlos. "Then it's Italian."

She smiled warmly at me, then turned to her brother. "Okay, we're leaving so you can be alone." Then she looked at me again. "Remember, don't let him ride on you." She kissed Isaac on the cheek, then smiled at me again.

Carlos and I shook hands. "Nice to finally meet you," he said, and they left.

When they were gone, I said, "Carlos is a nice guy."

"Yes," Isaac agreed, and slowly pushed the dirty dishes away from him. "But I have to apologize for Hannah," he said, "she was so outspoken. She said what she was riding on."

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "No apologies. I just happen to love being ridden."

Isaac's mouth opened wide and at the same time his face turned red in a flash, I laughed out loud. "Okay, get moving. I'll wash the dishes, and you'll dry them."

He still shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe what you just said!"

"What?" I teased. "Will you dry the dishes? Be fair, Isaac."

He blushed again, bit his lips and said, "That's not what I'm talking about, you know what I'm talking about."

I put the dishes in the sink and laughed, "Yeah, I know. Next time I'll let Hannah say you do whatever you want with me, because I just happen to like that too."

Isaac laughed. "Carter!"

I pinched his chin between my thumb and index finger, and kissed him with a smile. "Isn't that too vulgar for you?"

"No, I don't think so. Just a little caught off guard," he said, smiling, and stopped me by pulling on my arm as I was about to retreat to the sink. "Carter..."

"What's the matter, Isaac?"

"Well, I've been thinking, and I know you said, that you don't think I'm ready for any real relationship..."

He didn't go on.I could see he was embarrassed, so I leaned over to him and whispered softly in his ear, "Yes."

He swallowed heavily. "Actually, I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Further development."

I stepped back a little to look at his face. "Isaac, you're telling me you want—"

"Not sex," he said quickly. "It's something else..."

I moaned helplessly back.Oh shit.My willpower against him is fading fast. "Isaac..."

"I won't beg you," he said stiffly.Then he put his hands on my thighs and pulled me towards him. "But I know you want it. I can feel it."

Oh shit.

"I never want you to beg me." I murmured and kissed him.Kiss hard.

I run my hands across his face, through his hair, down his back, over his hips.I gently pushed him onto the cooking table, pressed him down, and never stopped kissing.

He is hard.

And I can't hold myself anymore.I put my hand between us and take his cock in my palm through the fabric of my jeans.He moaned in my mouth and arched his ass in my hands.He yearns for more.

And so am I.

I unbuttoned his jeans with trembling hands, then groped in along the edge of his underwear, skin-to-skin, and wrapped my fingers around him.

He froze.Then he groaned tremblingly.

I kissed him harder, slipping my tongue into his mouth.I gripped his cock in my hand and did my best to please him.He whimpered and jerked against my body, then with a throaty moan, his body arched hard and he came.

His head was thrown back as hot, sticky cum sprayed his t-shirt and my hands until he fell forward, shaking, into my arms.

"My God, Isaac, are you okay?"

"Well, great," he murmured against my neck.

I stroked his neck with my other hand and held him in my arms. "Damn it, Isaac, I wanted your first time to be special."

He chuckled. "That's kind of special."

I also laughed. "You know what I mean." I let him go and looked down at the mess. "Come on, you need to clean up." I took his hand and led him across the living room to the front hall and then toward the bedroom. "Which room is yours?"

"The one at the end of the corridor," he told me.

His room was large, like the rest of the house.The queen-size bed is crafted from black wood trimmed with gold, with dark blue sheets and pillows.There are two doors on one wall.I could see through a door that it was the en-suite bathroom, so I continued to hold his hand and walked in.

"If you tell me where your change is, I'll get you a set while you're undressing," I suggested. "Or do you want to take a shower?"

He hesitated for a moment. "If I'm going to take a shower," he cleared his throat, "do you want to come with me?"

God.

"Uh……"

"That's only fair," he said softly.

"fair?"

"Even I will help you type it out."

oh my god. "Isaac, I didn't expect—"

"I want to help you."

I reached out and touched his face tenderly, then leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly.Then I took off his sunglasses and told him, "I like hot water."

He smiles. "Fine, me too."

I helped him take off his stained t-shirt, then watched him pull down his jeans, his still semi-rigid cock hanging long and heavy in front of him.It makes me salivate.

"Wow, my gosh," I murmured before remembering that I was supposed to undress, too.I roughly ripped my t-shirt off my head and kicked off my shoes as I took off my jeans, almost moaning in relief.

I was too hard, and he was too beautiful.His figure was lean and well-proportioned, with pale skin and strands of dark hair well distributed throughout his body.As he moved closer to the shower to turn on the water, I watched the muscles under his skin stretch with the movement of his ribs and abs.

Then he went under the stream and it got worse.Or better yet.Because he looks even sexier when he's wet.The picture of water flowing down his body, washing him clean.God, I'm going to have an embarrassing premature ejaculation.

"Carter?"

"Well," I replied, "I'm just enjoying the view."

His head was tilted to one side, and he didn't seem to understand what I was saying.

"You, Isaac," I said as I stepped into the shower, "I'm admiring you."

"Oh."

Once I was beside him, the situation was different.This wasn't the involuntary, flustered, uncontrollable masturbation that had been in the kitchen before.Now it is planned, intentional.I suddenly became a little nervous.

And so was he. "I've never done anything like that before."

I ran my hands across his chest, and cupped his face up his neck.I kissed him softly and slowly in the warm water.I kissed his chin down and up his ear. "Follow your feelings."

So he put his hands on my side, my waist, and my lower abdomen, but he seemed a little hesitant to continue down.I slipped my hand over his and I asked him, "Are you sure?"

He nodded and whispered, "I'm sure."

So I put my fingers over his hand and pull each other's hands down, wrapping his hand around my cock and it made us both gasp.

"Oh my gosh," he murmured, pleasing me with his hands as he moved his moist lips against my skin. "You're hot to the touch. You're so hard." He stroked, caressed, squeezed for me.

His touch, his lips, his hands, his words, I'm at my limit. "Fuck." I moaned, and as pleasure swept through my body, I ejaculated sticky cum in Isaac's hands.My hands were out to the sides, propped against the tiled wall, and while he was still squeezing and jerking my cock, I felt like the whole room was spinning.

Isaac pressed me against the shower wall, kissing my neck and my shoulders until my mind came back from the emptiness of orgasm.But even when I'm lost, I can feel him erect again, poking me hot.

So this time, I kept the rhythm of my breathing and pleased him slowly.I soaped him and rinsed him, taking care of every inch of his body.This time we didn't rush, unlike the first time in the kitchen.I slow it down so he feels every touch and savors the sensation.I kiss and bite his neck, his jaw, his ears.And he was obsessively pumping in my hands, moaning as I lifted his balls and led him as high as he could bear.

When he couldn't take it anymore, his whole body shuddered, and he came out screaming.It's a beautiful sight.

I turned off the water and toweled Isaac dry.He'd just let loose once and for all.So I dried myself off quickly, then leaned in and kissed him. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling okay?"

Isaac gave me a contented, lazy smile. "I feel good."

I laughed. "Then how about we get dressed and lie down on the sofa for a while?"

"sounds good."

"Isaac?"

"what happened?"

"Just to let you know that I don't normally shoot that fast, but I was almost at my limit and you're talking to me that way..."

His face turned towards me. "Is that a problem?"

"Oh no," I said with a smile, "no problem at all."

He gave me a smug smile.

"And Isaac?"

"what happened?"

I kissed him tenderly. "Anyway, I'm glad you're ready."

***

Our dinner was very interesting.There was an Italian restaurant not far from Isaac's that he knew, and I thought it would be ideal to go to a place he was at least somewhat familiar with.

The waiters there are great, don't think Isaac is special, and no one seems to care about two men coming to dinner together.I read him the daily specials, order, and chat.

I've never dated a blind person before, but it's really no different than any other date.Except there was a guide dog curled up at our feet.I specifically asked for no broccoli when ordering, Isaac smiled at that, and I told him the waiter put his glass of water at eleven o'clock and that was all.

We just ate, talked, and passed the evening.I asked questions that had been bugging me for weeks and never had a chance to ask.

"For example?" Isaac asked cautiously.

"Uh, your phone?" I said. "It's a touchscreen. How do you know what to press? I've seen you on the phone, but never dialed. And I've seen you have a laptop with your office supplies. If there's no Braille If so, how do you know what you're typing or reading?"

Isaac was amused by my plethora of questions. "The iPhone has synthetic speech. All my commands, messages, numbers can be voice-controlled. My laptop has a screen reader. It can read any text message, letter, email, and my keyboard has a braille foil. I There’s a labeling machine that puts Braille labels on everything in the house.”

I now know where the braille labels on that dictionary came from. "Wow. That's awesome."

Isaac smiled and said: "Yes, technology has indeed made my life more convenient. From what I learned when I was studying to what I am teaching others now, the gap is amazing."

"I can imagine it," I said, but I couldn't imagine it at all.I can't even imagine what it would be like if I lost my sight.

Before our conversation took a sentimental turn, I changed the subject. "Oh, next weekend," I started. "What are you going to do?"

Isaac put down his fork. "Well, I'm not sure yet," he hesitated. "What's wrong?"

"Well, Mark is coming to visit, and he wants to meet you," I reminded him, "and I want you to meet him, too."

"Oh." He looked surprised. "Um……"

"I promise he's going to behave," I told him. "He'll be here on Friday night and leave by noon on Sunday, so he'll take up my weekend. If you'd like to see him, I'd at least I can stay with you for a little while longer."

"So if I don't see him, I won't be able to spend the whole weekend with you?" he asked, pursing his lips teasingly. "Are you threatening me now?"

I chuckled. "Yes. So threats work?"

He also laughed: "Maybe."

I smiled and said, "If you want, we can meet on Saturday?"

He restrained himself from smiling. "Maybe."

"Are you pretending to be cold now?"

He grinned. "Maybe."

I laughed out loud. "Okay, but it didn't work for me. After this afternoon, in your kitchen and in your shower, I know you're not."

He laughed. "By the way, speaking of this," he said, shifting in his seat and biting his lower lip. "I think we could do it again tonight."

I looked around the restaurant to see if any waiters were around.Then I raised my hand to signal each other. "Trouble, pay the bill."

Isaac laughed.