"Have em take your legs off, then you wouldn't have so much to lug around."
Spiff made the suggestion while he sat there on his hospital bed, his two leg stumps, one of them bandaged, sticking out from a short hospital gown. The sight of those stumps was making Joe desperate, and the sight of Spiff's long thick soft cock crouching between his stumps made Joe's mouth feel empty and hungry.
"I been thinkin bout it," Joe said, "ever since they brought ya in here and I watched ya swing into yer chair this mornin' when ya went to pee. How long ago d'ya say it was?"
"Since I lost my legs?"
"Yeah."
"Jis' las' year. Las' August," Spiff said. "I still aint' used to it, and they still ain't got the artificial legs so's I can walk in em. An' now they'll have to start over on the left one, 'cause they operated my left stump agin. What happened to you? You said something about gittin' shot?"
"Yeah," Joe answered. "That was three years ago. Got shot in the spine in my lower back. Ain't walked since, lemme tell ya."
"Wha'dit do? Cut all your nerves there to your legs?"
"Shore did. Everthing below my waist," Joe said gesturing with his hands at his waist.
"Everthing?" Spiff asked with special emphasis.
Joe nodded. He was lying on his left side to favor the incision where he'd had his appendix removed just four days earlier. He was supposed to have gone home this morning, but because he was a paraplegic they decided to keep him a couple of days extra.
Spiff, after his surgery, had been brought in the day before and last evening they had talked a little when Spiff was recovered enough to know where he was.
Spiff looked worried. "You mean everthing, like you can't fuck or anything like that?"
"Yeah, sort of," Joe answered. "I can get a hard-on, sure, but I don't feel it unless I grab ahold of it and that's how I know it's hard. But without my legs I can't fuck like other guys any more'n you can."
Spiff's worried expression didn't leave his face. "Yeah, thass what I got prollems about. Fuckin'. You know something?"
"What," Joe said, looking at the fat limp cock between Spiff's stumps.
"I ain't had a hard-on for a long time." Spiff looked down at his cock.
Joe immediately felt deeply concerned. "Why not?"
"I don't know. I asked the doc 'bout it and he said it warn't nothing to worry 'bout."
"When was the last time you got hard then?" Joe asked.
"Shit, I don't remember. The accident happened 'bout ten months ago and I remember getting hard-ons alla time in the hospital when I was really bandaged up from when they cut my legs off. Then I went into rehab and one of them guys that gives you exercises an' stuff said that just bein a amputee don't make ya lose yer ability to fuck, but I think he wuz bullshittin me cause I ain't had a hard-on since. 'Course I ain't had no one to fuck. Maybe it'd be OK if I had someone a-suckin' on it."
Joe thought to himself that he'd sure like to try to get that monster hard. He looked at Spiff and wondered how to go about telling Spiff he'd like to try. But he figured Spiff would probably call the nurse or raise so much hell the whole hospital would know what had happened.
Spiff looked down at his cock and then took hold of it and shook it. So Joe took hold of his cock and felt that it was hard as rock just from looking at Spiff, and it was getting harder just watching Spiff handling it. "I wish," Spiff continued, "I jis wish I could see one of them porn movies. Maybe I'd get hard again. You ever see one of them movies?"
"Yeah, I did. But not for a long time. Not since I got paralyzed. But I can get hard." Joe's hand, under his hospital gown, gripped his cock and the feel of it pleased him. He jerked it and played with it, then he noticed that Spiff was watching him moving the bed sheet and knew what he was doing. So Joe figured he'd try something. "Wanna see it? It's hard now."
"Yeah," Spiff said eagerly. "Lemme see it and maybe I'll get hard too."
Joe pulled his hospital gown up and exposed his stiff cock which was curved and about seven inches long. Spiff jerked on his soft cock while he gazed at Joe's hard rod which Joe was playing with. And as he stared at Joe's hard cock, his own cock began getting thicker and heavier.
"Hey, man, you're gettin' hard," Joe said with a grin. "Bet that thing is nine inches when it's ready to plow." Joe wanted that thing in his mouth so bad he could have cried.
"Oh yeah-man-oh-yeah! Hey guy this is the first time I've felt like this! Lookee guy lookee!" Spiff was jerking for all he was worth and his cock was responding, swelling up to a prodigious size to where Joe was mesmerized with the gigantic look of it.
"Jeee-ZUSSS!!" Joe said in awe of what he was looking at. And before he could control his tongue, he said "Man! Would I like to eat that one!!"
Spiff got maybe about three more tugs on his giant piece of meat before what Joe had said sank all the way in. When it did get home to Spiff, he stopped jerking his meat and looked at Joe with surprise.
Then, almost in a whisper he said, "Hey guy! You mean that?"
Joe could have strangled himself. Then stammering and pink-faced Joe said, "Mean what?"
Spiff looked at Joe intently and whispered, "You said you'd like to eat my meat and hey guy you got it any time you want but we can't do it now somebody'll come in. Tonight. Do it tonight. Oh man I'm gonna be hard the whole time till it gets dark. We gotta figure out how. Can you reach me if I'm in my chair?"
Joe grinned from ear to ear. "Shit, man, that thing's so fuckin' long you can sit on the bed and it'll reach over here." Then Joe giggled with the prospect of sucking that huge hunk of meat.
Joe reached out with his left hand to the bed Spiff was sitting on--his was farthest from the door--and Spiff put out his right hand and they could just touch fingers.
Spiff reached down and pulled his wheelchair up to his bed and swung himself down into it. Two small pushes on the wheels and Spiff was beside Joe and Joe's hand was firmly clasped around that meat slab and his head was hanging off the bed. No question about it, come dark, Spiff would get his cock sucked until there was nothing left to suck. To prove how easy it would be, Joe leaned over and licked the enormous mushroom head of that tool and Spiff nearly passed out with the agony of pleasure so long denied.
Joe, sensible and hungry at the same time, backed away from Spiff and told him to go home. Spiff grinned and rolled back to his bed and easily vaulted up out of his chair.
"Like I was saying, y'oughta have those legs of yours cut off. You kin git around much easier without em."
"I think ya got somethin' there, guy," Joe said, still staring at that big meatpole. "I'll ask my doc 'bout it."
They then settled down to wait for the afternoon to finish, for the dinner trays to come and go, and for lights out.
The wait, as anyone would expect, seemed interminable. The dinner trays were there and gone. The TV up on the wall was on and boring the piss out of both of them because it wasn't what they wanted to be doing. They watched until ten o'clock, neither one referring to the goal ahead, but both suffering from hard hard hard-ons and each playing--none too surreptitiously--with himself.
A few minutes after ten Joe said, "Well, I guess I've had 'bout enough of that shit. Time to get some shut-eye." He glanced over at Spiff whose hospital gown barely covered the crotch-catch-of-the-year.
At that moment a nurse entered all good-natured and full of the phony upbeat mood nurses affect with difficult patients, never dreaming that these two were ideal patients who could put each other to sleep in the time-honored way of all who have even dabbled in sex.
"Well," she said, "have we seen enough TV for the night? Time to beddy-by! Now I know we're both going to be good little boys and say our prayers. Do you wantme to tuck you in?" She smiled her patented make-the-patient-vomit-with-love smile, waved cutely to them and departed, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
"Mah ole man woulda called a bitch like that a real Christian!" Spiff said with energy. "I had a hard-on when she come in, but jis one minute of that garbage and it went clean away. Look!" He hoisted up his gown, and there it lay, fat, sassy and jelly-like in its softness.
"Shit, man, let it rest. It's gonna need all the rest it can git before I'm through with it." He looked at it longingly. "How long d'ya think we better wait before we try anything?"
"Oh hell, one of them goodie-dolls could walk in here anytime before eleven, I bet," Spiff said. "Last night one come in with a pill for you, 'member?"
Joe made a face as he remembered. "Yeah and she'll be back with the same goddamned pill agin tonight, I bet. Turn to some other station and turn the sound down and we'll wait until after the pill."
Spiff turned the sound down and they lay there, each thinking about the other. Joe glanced over at Spiff and he had put his gown back over his cock. Spiff looked at Joe and grinned and held up the gown and there it was, shiny hard and ready to explode. Joe grabbed his meat to find out what it was doing and he met with hard resistance, which delighted him.
They spent the next twenty minutes in that kind of "foreplay" and again a nurse walked in, a different one this time, with a pill for Joe. She smiled at them both as if she knew something and said it was going to be a nice day tomorrow--as if it mattered to either of them who were confined to beds--watched Joe swallow his pill, wished them a good night and Joe had his light out before she was out of the room.
Spiff dowsed his and they lay there breathing hard while they waited. It may have been ten minutes later when Joe heard Spiff swing down into his chair and silent as dew falling on the grass he came over to Joe's bed.
Joe was sitting up and with his arms scooted his ass down the bed. After rearranging his legs which were in the way--Joe thought again about Spiff's comment on gitting rid of them--he lay back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. Spiff held his cock in a position where Joe could get it, but Joe could barely reach Spiff's cockhead. He could tongue it and that was all.
"Move over," Spiff whispered.
"What "What?" Joe asked.
"Move over!"
Joe sat up again and hoisted his ass over to the far side of the bed, picked up his legs and moved them.
Spiff vaulted up silently and effortlessly. "Ya gotta get rid of them legs. God-a-mighty, they take forever for you to get them outa the way!" But he didn't say another word because Joe had pulled every inch of that fat Spiff cock into his mouth and throat. And there he bobbed up and down on it, fucking his mouth with it, while Spiff held both hands over his mouth to muffle the sounds that were coming from his throat.
Then he put out a hand to find Joe's hard meat and, finding it, began to jerk it and play with it and first thing he knew it was emptying Joe's prostate into his hand. And the feel of Joe's cum suddenly brought him to his own shooting spasms and he came and came and came and Joe took every drop of it with gurgling sounds of pleasure.
When it was over, Spiff quickly got back into his chair and in two scoots was back at his bed and one vault and he was in it.
"Joe!" Spiff whispered. "Joe!"
"Yeah?"
"That was the greatest, guy! I'll never forget what you did for me. Did you feel what I did for you?"
"No, but I know now because I'm wet. Thank you, Spiff, you're a real buddy."
"If I wake up in the middle of the night, can I come back?"
"Shit yes, guy, I'll take that cock of yours any time I can get it."
"It's a deal."
With that, the two stopped whispering and without even trying fell asleep.
A few hours later, Joe was awakened by someone nudging him, and he realised it was Spiff up on the bed with that huge hard cock aimed at his mouth. All he had to do was open wide and get his mouth fucked.
Spiff was good at it in that position near the pillow and he soon came again with just about the same intensity and quantity he had had before.
Again Spiff returned to his bed, but that time they both slept until about 7 A.M. when a nagging nurse woke them up and told them to get moving, they had baths and stuff coming.
The next hour was the usual hospital nightmare, a tray, baths, and then the visiting M.D. When Spiff's surgeon and a nurse came in and inspected Spiff's left stump, Spiff gave a look and made a face at Joe as he nodded in the direction of the surgeon. Joe got the hint.
"Sir." Joe said quietly. The surgeon looked over at him.
"Sir, could I ask you a question?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"I'm a paraplegic, sir, and I was wondering if it's possible to remove my useless legs. I could sure get around easier. Like Spiff there. I wouldn't have anything in my way."
"Well, I doubt that that could be done. It's against medical ethics. As far as we know your legs are suffering only from nerve damage but otherwise are perfectly healthy. Of course," the surgeon sounded a bit interested, "there could be extenuating circumstances."
"Would you like to examine my legs, sir?"
"Well, yes, now that you bring up that matter, I perhaps could look at them when I've finished here." With that the surgeon, with a few words to the nurse, went back to changing the dressing.
The surgeon smiled at Spiff and then turned away to look at Joe, who was pulling up his gown.
The surgeon looked at Joe's thin useless legs, and put his hands on them, and the moment he touched them, he could see the Dollar Signs all over them and said that it was just possible that medically it would be the wisest thing to amputate. The more he looked at Joe's legs, the more the Dollar Signs looked like nasty little pustules. Yes indeed! There were obviously vascular problems that needed attention. And the best attention was to amputate and put those Dollar Signs where they belonged!
"You have insurance?" the surgeon asked as matter-of-factly as he could muster, considering the terrible pressure of those nasty Dollar Signs.
"Well, I don't know. I mean, I'll find out. You think it's necessary?"
"I don't know how you've kept them this long. Who's your doctor and I'll have a conference with him. By bringing this matter up, young man, you have probably saved your life." He smiled with a kind of thanks-be-to-God look on his face. "By the way, why are you here? Hernia? I see you're bandaged."
"No they took out my appendix."
"Really!" The surgeon said in a very superior tone of voice. "How interesting! It's so seldom done any more. It must have been Dr. Smithson. He's so very good at appendices. But well! Each to his own!" And again he smiled his warmest Dollar Sign smile.
"We'll have you fixed up in no time at all, young man. Just find out about the insurance. We don't want you to die of neglect, now, do we?" That smile again.
Then the surgeon looked back at Spiff, smiled, wished them both a happy day took his leave of the two young men.
"See?" Spiff gloated. "What'd I tell ya? You'll be much better off without them legs. And they're rottin' on you, too! God it's jis lucky you ain't already dead, guy!"
Suddenly Joe felt strange. He looked at his useless legs, remembering the nightmare months he spent adjusting to being unable to walk, and all the rest of it, but they were still his legs. And just at that moment, in walked Joe's doctor to take a look at his patient.
"I just saw Dr. Rollo in the hall, Joe. He tells me your legs are in very bad shape and are positively crying out to be amputated. Do you mind if I look at them? Second opinion, you know."
"No, Dr. Smithson, I don't mind. In fact, I'm kind of upset by how bad my legs are and even though they ain't no goddamned good, they're part of me and I've got used to them. 'Course I look at Spiff there and he can move around twice as easy and fast as me, so maybe there is something to it." While he talked, Dr. Smithson was doing his investigation. He took lots of time and was very thorough.
Finally he spoke. "I don't see anything wrong with your legs other than what's been wrong with them since your spinal cord injury. Did Dr. Rollo ask you about insurance?"
"Yessir, he did." Joe was bewildered.
"Dr. Rollo loves jobs with insurance money attached. Pardon me, young man," Smithson turned to Spiff, "did he ask you about insurance before he said you needed to have that stump redone?"
"Yeah, thass right. He did. I got insurance money to cover it, too."
"I suspect something is going to have to be done about Dr. Rollo, but I'm not the one to do it." Smithson looked troubled and turned to Joe.
"I advise against it. Your legs are OK. So's the rest of you. Maybe it would be more convenient without hauling your legs around, I can understand that. But would you let me suggest a surgeon?"
"Sure," Joe said fully aware of what was in Smithson's mind about Rollo.
"I'll send in Dr. Nichols today. Nichols. He's a good man and is not interested in your insurance. Just tell him what you've told me."
Having concluded his morning call, Dr. Smithson left.
"Jeezuss! That Rollo guy's got quite a racket goin'!" Spiff said sounding impressed. "Bet he makes more money than all the other doctors put together!"
"Don't sound like anythin I want to get mixed up in," Joe said. "I can see where it would be great to be free of my legs, but if they ain't nothin' wrong with 'em. . ." and here Joe faded out.
The talk ceased while each thought about the medical racket. The thinking didn't last long.
"You shore give good head! Ya musta been doin' it for quite a while." Spiff sounded truly appreciative.
"Yeah, guess so. I'm 27 and I started givin' head when I was sixteen. But ever since I got shot it ain't been easy."
"Can't move around like you use ta?" Spiff offered.
"Shit no, moving around don't bother me none. It's finding some guy let a cripple give 'im a blow job. I told ya it's been three years. Ya know how many guys I blowed in that time?"
"Naw," Spiff answered.
"Guess!" Joe pursued.
"Twenty?" Spiff said with uncertainty.
"You're dreamin'!" Joe said with bitterness. "You're the third. Third! That's one a year. But I'll tell you this before the accident I bet I blowed over a hundred guys and not one of 'em, not one blessed one of 'em, had a cock even half the size of yers. I'm tellin' ya, guy, last night I thought I'd died and gone to heaven and was doin' Sain' Pete! Honest to God!" Joe's voice still reflected the wonder of it all.
"Holy shit!" Spiff said mightily impressed.
"I mean," Joe continued, "you got the biggest dong I ever did see! Does your old man have one like it?"
Spiff started laughing, forcing Joe to ask "Whassa matter?"
Spiff laughed and then he sobered up enough to talk. "A couple of years ago before I got hurt I was in the bathroom at home taking a shower and decided to jack off, so I played until I was hot and ready and started to jack off. Just then I heard the bathroom door open and my dad called and said `Is that you Spiff?' And I said yes and he said `move over I'm taking a shower too, I gotta get out of here or be late for that job I want to get.' And with that he pulled the curtain back and got in, but he didn't notice I was hard. Then he turned to look at me and he saw my pecker and I was lookin' at his and he just stood there, the water hitting my back, staring at my pecker, while his got bigger and bigger until he was up full and his was at least as big as mine and maybe a bit bigger. Well the sight of that cock drove me up the wall and I started banging my cock and he started banging his and then I pushed his hand away and started banging his cock with one hand while I banged mine with the other hand and then he pushed my hand off my cock and took it in his hot hand and we jacked each other off. WOWEE! What that was!"
Spiff stopped there to look at Joe to see his reaction and Joe's mouth was wide open and looking for something to fill it, but Spiff didn't dare make the crossing since it was still only morning and people coming in and out.
"Shit! I never saw my old man's cock but once and it was soft. Did you and your old man ever do it again?"
"Hell yes! About three-four times a week we'd shower together and jack each other off. God it was great."
Spiff looked full of pleasant memories.
At that moment a stranger walked in accompanied by a young man in a wheelchair who didn't have any legs. The stranger went to Joe and, holding out his hand, said, "I'm Dr. Nichols. Dr. Smithson told me about you. I brought one of my patients with me. Don, this is Joe."
The two young men nodded as Joe and Nichols shook hands.
"I understand," Nichols continued, "that you might like to remove your legs. Don here did just that. Don, tell him about it."
Joe was really surprised and looked over at Spiff. Then he said, "Dr. Nichols and Don, this is Spiff who lost both his legs in an accident. He was saying that I would be better off without them because I could get around much faster."
Don spoke up immediately. "That's true. You have lots less to fool with and you can get there much easier. But there's one drawback." He paused.
"Yeah? ?" Joe looked doubtful.
"When I was like you, Joe," Don went on to explain, "People saw me and would sometimes come over to my chair and talk to me and they were usually friendly. But when I had my useless legs cut off, that stopped. People see me and turn the other way. It's been much lonelier without my legs."
Joe was confused and showed it. Don went on. "Have you noticed people not being afraid to come up and talk to you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Yeah!" Joe answered. "But they don't now?" he asked Don.
"No and you know what I think?" Don waited for Joe's "no" before he continued. "I think it has to do with the way you look. With both your legs, you look fairly normal sitting there. But without them, you look like a cripple, someone really disabled. Take it from me, Joe. Keep your legs and make friends as you go. If I could afford two artificial legs I'd buy them and fasten them permanently to the chair and then I'd look like a person again and not a freak."
Joe looked over at Spiff to see how he was doing. Spiff then said, "He's right, Joe. I've been through it ever since it happened. And the reason I want my legs to wear is that I know I'll look sort of normal."
Joe was really shaken by this latest from Spiff. He looked back at Nichols and then at Don and said, "I gotta think this over. I shore do 'preciate yer comin' here to talk to me. Really kind of you both."
The two guests smiled, everyone shook hands all round--Don wheeled to Spiff's bed and shook hands with him, and they left.
Neither Joe nor Spiff could muster up enough to talk about, so they sat there in silence. Then Joe ventured forth.
"About your dad, Spiff. Since you lost yer legs, have you and he -- --?"
"I knew you were goin' to ask that. No. He treats me the way that guy just now said. He hardly looks at me. And he sees me in the shower but he won't shower with me. He can't stand to look at me, even when my bone is up and rarin' to go!"
The silence continued until broken again by Joe.
"I'm not goin' to do it, Spiff. I'll live with the job of moving them legs where I want them to be." He paused and thought about what he wanted to say. Then: "Spiff." No answer.
"Spiff?" Joe continued.
"Yeah?"
"You said. . .you said. . .you didn't have no hard-on for a long time. Was you tellin' me. . .well. . .like it really was?"
"Yeah. I mean. . .I was gittin' despert. Nobody wantin' to come near me. . .and then. . ." Spiff didn't finish because he knew he'd start blubbering and he didn't allow that.
"When I tole you," Joe went on carefully, "when I tole you that you were only the third in the last three years, that was the way it was. That's the truth. And then las' night you come over here twice. Twice!"
There was silence from both of them for quite a while.
"Joe?" Spiff asked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Joe. Tonight I'm goin' to git in bed with you and we're gonna. . .we're gonna. . ."
"Yeah me too. I ain't never gonna let loose a ya. I don't know how we're gonna work this out, but by God there's gonna be a way."
"And I ain't gonna let loose a you, neither. And when I git my legs we're gonna go everwhere and people will look at us like we's real normal people. You jus see if they don't." Spiff looked over at Joe and Joe looked back at Spiff.
Spiff vaulted out of bed and into his chair and wheeled to Joe's side. Joe leaned over and kissed Spiff full on the mouth and Spiff put his arms around Joe's neck and they tongue-fucked.
And this's about as good a time as any to say goodbye to them and wish them luck and happiness.