Dude #126: The Rain Man

Have you ever had sex with an autistic person?  Me neither, until a half hour ago.
I don't know where to start, this is all so fucking weird.
I responded to this post, mostly because of the pictures.  If you looked up geek or nerd in the dictionary, there wouldn't be more appropriate photos.  God I hope he posts again so I can get another crack at those photos.  He was a geeky nerd, but a cute geeky nerd, and smallish too.

This is Ernie from My Three Sons
but he kind of looked like this.

 Here's the post:
> interracial finger and bb - m4m - 38 (Rose Park, Your Place)
> Reply to: pers-y2a3c-2005635296@craigslist.org
> Still looking to finger and bareback, interracial. You must host AND live in the ROSE PARK AREA.
> I am white, slender, brn/grn, five foot nine, 140 pounds, 6" cut.
> No smoking, drinking, drugs or disease. No HIV! I expect the same.
> Please send stats, your age, and pictures of your body with a face picture included.
>


Well, I hit him back.  This was on a Thursday, and we played some e-mail tag, and decided to set something up for Saturday at 10:30 AM  He wanted to bare-back, but I later said I didn't want to bareback, and he agreed.

I have GOT to STOP that shit.  I know.

So, Saturday at 10:AM he hit me and asked if I wanted to meet up, in the parking lot of the local supermarket.

Actor Charles Martin Smith from
American Graffiti

When he showed up, I wasn't sure if it was a joke or what.  Had this guy gone to costume shop, and purchased a geek costume?  He was actually on a bicycle.  With a basket.


He had on jeans, and the pant legs were 4 inches above the tops of his shoes, exposing much of his white socks, and he was wearing a kind of dirty white t-shirt that was tucked in his pants.

For a while, I thought it truly was some kind of hip-trendy fashion statement, seriously more of a costume than clothes.

That was until he made eye contact, looked away and told me his name.  I knew there was something going on.  This guy wasn't dressing geeky-nerdy by choice, God made him that way.


He agreed to meet me back at my house, only a block away, after checking me out, and so I drove home, and he took a different route, on his bike.  We met in the driveway, and came in the back door.

We put his bike inside the house, and entered the kitchen.  I just blurted out, "do you have Asberger's syndorme or something?"

Barry Livingston again (Ernie)

What the fuck was I supposed to do?  Pretend the guy was a trendy but normal nerd?

He told me he had autism.  Okay.  Fine.  I can deal with that.  I have a cousin with autism.
I'll skip every little detail, but here are some highlights.  We fooled around in the bedroom, not the living room.

His underpants were horribly dirty looking, at least horribly stained.  He hadn't bathed or showered before he came over.  I sucked his dick anyway.


He said he didn't want to get fucked after all, although he had trouble verbalizing.  Finally he divulged he was interested in fingering me, with gloves and lube.  I happened to have both, so I figured why not.

He was very gentle, but in the end, he sensed my discomfort and we elected to stop.

Next, he said he would like to get fingered with glove and lube, so we did some of that.  I asked if he liked the blow job?  Not really.

Ok.

Then, contrary to what he said earlier, the said he wanted to try some stuff with the condom.  I asked if that meant he wanted me to fuck him while wearing a condom, because I surely was NOT going to bottom for him.

He lost eye contact, and then handed me the condom.

By now, I had gone quite soft, so I had to  blow him some more just to get aroused.  I managed to get the condom on and after much effort I was hard enough to fuck.

First it was with him bent over the bed.  It was going pretty well, so I asked if he wanted to try it on his back.  He did.

That went okay, but wasn't as stimulating as the other way, so I asked him to get on his hands and knees.  He did, and then it all went to hell.  I couldn't get hard enough.

Finally, I was able to stuff my semi back in his ass and fuck some more, but I know I had lost it.  I finally gave up, and told him I was though fucking.

Did he want me to blow him?  Jack him off?

Then he announces he want's to do some rimming.

Okay.  What ever.  We use a wet washcloth to remove the lube from my butt, left behind from the previous fingering experiment, and I spread out the towel and get on all fours.  With head down, ass up,  I could see rain man  though my legs, jacking off, and then he takes a few swipes at my pucker with his tongue.

I just went for it and started to jack off, hoping he would get better.  I could see it was making his dick rock hard, although it wasn't doing a whole hell of a lot for me.

He licked, and probed, and jacked.  I was watching from underneath, and whacking my own weasel, and then I started to feel pretty good, and all of a sudden he cummed all over the towel.  I reached my own climax a moment later and unload on the towel as well.

Dressing was awkward, and I put on my boxers and fled to the bathroom where I washed my hands.  When I returned he was just about dressed, and I suggested he use the bathroom to wash his hands.

He took me up on the offer.

I said, let's go down and get your bike, and helped him out the door with it.  I said good bye, and he again broke eye contact and rode away.

Fuck that was weird.