The Mentally Challenged Gay Cuddler
The Mentally Challenged Gay Cuddler

I always find it fascinating the amount of new and interesting people I have met at the baths over the last ten years. But never in my wildest dreams, did I think I would ever meet someone who is mentally challenged at the baths. The following story is one such encounter in a bathhouse situation, with a mentally challenged person. ALthough in the years since, I’ve meet all kinds of people. This person I met has stayed with me.

Rain is falling as I sit at my computer to write this. When I think of a huge rainstorm, I think about the time I was with someone who was slow. I do not mean that he did not do anything in bed, but it was obvious that he was mentally challenged.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was walking the halls in the bathhouse. I was about to admit defeat for the umpteenth time. Then I saw him. Nice muscular skinny body, blond hair, blue eyes, tall, just adorable. I changed my mind about leaving. I hung around to see what he would do, who he would chase after. I walked around the halls some more and then I saw him in the whirlpool. He smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat. He was smiling at me! I got in the whirlpool and just sort of sat there, waiting for him to make the next move. Let me say that I have basically given up chasing men. When you get rejected 99.9% of the time (like I do) you learn to wait for someone else to make the first move. He turned to me, smiled and said hello. We chatted a bit and talked about this and that. Then it dawned on me he is mentally challenged. He had a bit of trouble forming the words, and he was slow in reacting to my questions. But he had a wide- eyed innocence that was endearing. He never lifted weights, ever. But he was muscular all over. We continued to talk for a bit and then went our separate ways.

As I left, I thought to myself, "Does he know where he is?" "Is he educated about sex?" and "I hope no one takes advantage of him." I thought that maybe he does not know what he has gotten himself into. I was immediately concerned. Fortunately, the rain was falling harder and harder and the place was emptying out. There were a few stragglers still roaming the halls, but no one who would try to take advantage of him. I walked into the lounge and he was sitting there, with a great grin on his face. He looked like the happiest person in the world. As I sat down, he started up another conversation. Although he was slow, he had a great intelligence. He continued going on and on about some sort of American history. I noticed his foot approaching mine. With each passing minute, his foot would get closer and closer. All the while he continued to go on and on about some American history. Finally, his foot was touching my foot. I could not resist, and we started playing footsies with each others feet, all the while he was still on his American history speech. Finally, I asked if he would like to come to my room. He said sure.

Now let me just cut in here. I do not think I took advantage of him. He was very aware of what he wanted. All we did was cuddle. He was a cuddler. We touched and felt each other all over. It was wonderful to be held by those big arms and to be caressed all over. I got a hard-on, but not him despite the fact I caressed his dick. I asked him what he liked to do. He said just this (cuddling). I asked him if he was gay, and he said yes. I asked him if he knew about safe sex, and he said he was abstaining until he finds Mr. Right (his word.) I did not know much about his upbringing or what his home environment was. But I did feel a sense of responsibility to give him a crash course in safe sex.

I told him the first rule is do not ever feel pressured to do something you are uncomfortable doing. If all cuddling is what you like to do, then only cuddle. I talked to him about anal and oral sex, and to get the HEP A and B shot. Finally, I gave him some numbers to call, STD support line, Gay support line, and the Gay counseling center. We spent a lot of time cuddling and talking. I would say we spent about two hours together. I really needed to get off so bad, but he did not want to exchange any bodily fluids, even jerking off in front of him was a no-no. I asked him why he wanted to be with me. He said I have a friendly and warm face. He felt safe approaching me.

Finally, it was time to go. I asked him how he was getting home, and he said a cab. It was raining hard, so I took him to a diner and we waited for the cab together. We were in the gay neighborhood, and I felt responsible for him getting home safely. He put on his knit hat, which had a big ball on top of it. He looked adorable. We chatted some more, and then finally his cab came. He said goodbye, hopped in and I never saw him again. As I walked home in the heavy rain, I got to thinking about the guy with whom I spent time. Seeing him on the street, you would think, typical boy next door, a guy that has everything. Stunning, sweet, kind, muscular, tall, just a beautiful person. Then you meet him and you discover that he is slow. I think to myself, what if he was not slow. What if he was a typical gay man? What would his life be like? Would he be the same sweet, caring, loving person? Or would he be the typical gay man? Superficial and bitchy: totally into home decor and obsessed in the pursuit of getting laid. I do not know what gay man he would be like, and I think about that a lot.

4 thoughts on “Mentally Challenged Cuddler”

  1. The concern with which you treated him is heart warming. Obviously he recognized your beauty, and exchanged love in cuddles. If only love abounded like this on the gay scene. I think the slow chap is guarded by angels bestowing him with protection, and from that I can conclude that you must be a good person too.

  2. I did not read all the articles yet but I will at my own speed. I am not the slow boy you have once met but in a way a related to him. Well I would like to register my visit even if before I finish reading it because I value all it is written in here independent of any questionable topic or personal opinion, and I think it is at least fair to let you know that. There are some comments and information I do not see the same way but I believe everyone has their own unique experience and perception of situations and facts and it is good to be able to get to know some of them. I appreciate you have published all these articles. Good job!

  3. The story about the mentally challenged cuddler was so touching. In fact, I equally enjoyed your protective view of him. I like cuddling, too, and a lot of guys think I’m nuts for it, but I’m glad that you and the gentleman you were with see a place for affection in the world.

  4. Great story dude!

    I am autistic, so a lot of people think I’m slow, but my retardation is mostly in the somewhat superficial realm of socialization.

    Do you have any recommendations for guys with social disorders? I am super scared in almost all social situations because I often accidentally say something wrong, so I usually am just quiet, or even feign full retardation! Obviously this isn’t a good strategy for finding my “Mr. Right,” is it?

    I like your writing; do you have any other sites? Are you published anywhere else?

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