The test of any relationship is whether someone will stick around when times get tough. Mark has middle-level Alzheimer’s. There are long periods of time he cannot account for. Often he can’t remember the names of everyday objects, or even of people. This is both unsettling and irritating. He spends a good deal of his time in a comfortable armchair by the window, looking out at the back yard. But there is a man in the house with him. Mark doesn’t feel threatened by his presence. Just perplexed. Who is he? What is he doing there? All Mark knows is that he is handsome and has the most beautiful blue eyes he has ever seen. There are moments when he thinks he remembers who the man is, but as time marches on and the disease ravages his brain, he becomes less and less sure. Perhaps it isn’t even a man.

Forgetting

As his hips move a little faster, a little harder, I begin masturbating. I watch his eyes go between my eyes and my cock. It pleases me that I can still turn him on, that although parts of me are disappearing, my body remains desirable.


I can feel my climax approaching. My breathing is deeper and more rapid. I momentarily close my eyes to more fully enjoy the sensation building in my groin, but Teddy’s grunts draw my attention back to him.


His face is contorted and the ligaments in his neck are taut. There is a gentle pain as his fingers dig into my thighs. He holds himself deep inside me, his seed erupting into me. Just the thought of it has me spraying his chest and belly with my own.


Chapter 5