He shuffled over timidly, got onto the bed and started touching me. I grabbed his hand and guided him to my bedroom, where I laid on the bed, spread my legs and asked if he could do me too. "You don't need to say anything, I know what this guy wants": I said as I started to suck his cock. He was dumbfounded, so I put the cookies down, slid off his lap and undid his pants. I could feel his boner poke me through his pants, I said: "Do you want cookies now? Or do you want to keep them for desert?" He looked at me from top to bottom as I walked over and sat on his lap. Out of his sight, in the kitchen, I quickly undressed completely, grabbed some cookies and walked over to him. When we got to my apartment, I told him he could sit anywhere and I'd bring him something to eat. Maybe it was his naïveté, but he agreed, saying that he was a bit hungry anyway. When we arrived at my place, I asked if he wanted to come upstairs for some cookies I baked the day before. So I told him that it's awesome he can drive a car, to which he replied: "Driving makes me feel free." I felt a bit bad for him, but knew from my experience with other people with a disability that petty isn't something they like to receive.
When I asked him about it he said that he has a muscle illness and needed it for longer distances. Hidden underneath a blanket I noticed a wheelchair. He told me that the road I was walking wasn't all that safe, with most cars speeding and no sidewalk. Soon enough I got a lift from a cute young guy who was on his way back home after dropping off his wife and her best friend at a local market. The trick is to wear something a bit flashy, like tight pants, but not so that you look like a hooker. Get on a bus to a random location, have no money and trying to hitch my way back home.