FOURFOLD

By Wilson Devereau

Michael and I have been living together for almost five years. He's Swede blonde, blue-eyed and handsome. I'm a typical American mix: Italian, Hispanic and Irish black hair, heavy black beard, blue-eyed and not good-looking.

When people are being nice about my unattractive face, they say it's "chiseled" or "rugged." What they're trying to say is that my face would definitely stop a clock and probably stop the world's west-to-east spin if the world could get a good look at it. My build, now, is something else. I'm very proud of my body. I look my best in bulging tight bikinis and a sack over my head. Michael's body is beautifully lithe with all the right shapes.

In addition to having a large hefty body and large hefty equipment, I'm also obsessed with the desire to lose my right leg, an obsession that's been bugging me since I was a kid, and I'm just now getting into my thirties. And not only am I a wannabe, but I'm also an amp freak, meaning that if I see a one-legged guy on crutches, I practically come in my pants. This is a condition I've kept very quiet and not admitted to anyone except Michael, but only because he discovered it.

I'm also a recreational therapist. Put it all together, shake well, and you'll find out what kind of guy I am on the inside. But back to Mike.

Mike and I met because of a phone call.

I was on my way home to Aurora and was about fifty miles out when I realized that I was hungry and didn't have anything to eat in the house and it was 7:30 P.M. I had been on a week's vacation visiting my family in Oklahoma.

And lo and behold there was a sign advertising hamburgers and other good things to eat at The Knoll two miles down the road. That did it.

When I got there I discovered why they called it The Knoll. The restaurant was built on top of a knoll and you parked below it and climbed a wide flight of stairs to get to the top. Because I'm a therapist, I noted that the place wasn't accessible to anyone using a wheelchair or having an ambulatory problem.

Inside the small restaurant I noticed how glistening clean it was, a fact which pleased me. I ordered a hamburger and fries and a coke and when they were ready I sat down and dug in. They were delicious. Maybe

the best hamburger I've ever had. Same for the fries.

When I finished, I cleared my table and started back to the car, noting that another car had pulled in to the right of mine. I glanced at the driver which gave my balls a real jolt because he was young and so incredibly handsome I couldn't believe what I was looking at. I was staring at him while I unlocked my driver's side door and then he looked over at me and smiled. His smile jolted my cock. Just as I was about to get in the car, he called to me.

"Sir?"

"You mean me?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes. I'd like to ask you a favor," he answered.

"Shoot!" I said standing where I was, hoping he'd ask me if I wanted to go to bed with him.

"I'd like to make a phone call, but I can't get there." He motioned to the steps and to a pay phone booth at the top which I hadn't seen until now.

I knew immediately what the problem was. "Not exactly accessible, is it?" I said nodding at the stairway. "Sure I'll make a phone call for you." I started to his car, and he smiled again and my cock started misbehaving. Wrong. It started behaving like it's supposed to.

"You sure guessed fast. Yeah, I use a wheelchair." Then he held out a calling card. "The call is to my office and here's the phone number." He handed me a slip of paper. "Ask for Bert and tell him where we are and that the phone is inaccessible and that I'm bringing in a client tomorrow morning at ten."

"Ask for Bert, tell him where we are and the phone's inaccessible and you're bringing in a client tomorrow morning at ten. Will he know who you are?"

"The inaccessible phone will tell him who I am," the handsome blonde said. While he was talking I just stared. And he noticed it and gave me a funny look.

I just stood there and he raised his eyebrows causing me to take off and bound up the steps two at a time. Just looking at him made me feel like I was flying.

I finally got through to Bert who didn't seem at all surprised to be talking to a stranger and he thanked me for helping and said to tell him OK.

On my way back to his car I kept trying to figure out a way to delay things so I could go on looking at him. The fact that he was a paraplegic didn't stop me from having the hots for the guy. Then I thought of it. So

simple!

As I gave him his phone calling card and the slip of paper, I said, "I just had a hamburger and fries and they were the greatest. Can I get you the same?"

"Now that's thoughtful of you! Yes, but I'll pay for my own if you don't mind. I'm already in your debt. I was longing to ask you to help, but I didn't want to delay you."

"My pleasure," I said very warmly because my cock was hardening.

He pulled out his wallet and said, "How much?"

"Mine was three-oh-seven including the large coke."

He gave me four ones, and I said, "Back in a jiff!"

While I waited for the order I was trying to figure out how to find out who he was, where he lived, how I could see him again. I'd heard that paraplegics were great lovers and I would certainly like to prove it for myself. As a therapist I confess I've had a few patients I wanted to attack, but I'm a pro.

The order was delivered to me and I went back to his car, the driver's side. "Here you go, " I said.

He took the stuff. "Thank you. Are you in a hurry? If you're not, why not get in and we can talk while I eat."

Music to my ears. I went around to the passenger side and climbed in. I closed the door and then looked at him. Well really I looked at his legs first and the sight I saw gave me a roaring hard-on.

He had no legs. Just two rather short stumps dressed in pants that were sewn shut. Now I must explain about a certain aspect of my amp freakishness. To me a male double leg above-the-knee amp is the most handsome form of male beauty there is. And there I was, looking at a man who was the most handsome form of beauty and whose face and head were the most beautiful I'd ever seen.

I don't wear jockstrap type shorts, I wear boxers instead. And my big cock was hard as rock and fully outlined down my left leg. And while I was staring at his stumps, a movement from his head caused me to look up and I saw him pointedly gazing at my crotch and seeing the outline of my hard cock. My face became burning hot so I knew I was red as a brick. He turned his head away and took a bite of his hamburger.

I didn't say anything from embarrassment and he had taken about three bites before he said, "I should have warned you."

"It wouldn't have made any difference," I answered. "Maybe only made it worse. At this point you know all you need to know about me." I paused thinking. "Which is too damned much. I guess I better go." I opened the door.

"No, wait!" he said. "I want you to understand that I'm not offended, I'm not. . .well, what I'm trying to say is. . .I'm flattered."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Flattered?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Most people look at me as if I were some sort of monster or freak, something to avoid. I lost my legs almost three years ago. Before the accident I had friends." He looked me right in the eye. "Men friends. They evaporated."

My heart leaped up with joy! Without thinking I said with what may have been awe in my voice, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

In response he reached out with his right hand and put it gently on my hard cock. I damned near came.

Then he went back to his hamburger and fries and we sat in silence for maybe a minute. Then I decided it was time to talk.

"My name's Vitrano. It's Italian but my first name is Pedro. My mother was half Mexican and half Irish. I'm a recreational therapist."

"So that's how you knew about accessibility!" he smiled. "My name's Michael Forsberg. My dad and mom were both born in Sweden so I grew up with the language. I work with a kind of import business as a linguist. I've been with them for over seven years. They were great about the accident. Kept me on the payroll the entire time. In fact they had me working in the hospital after the first week. It saved my life. Literally."

"A linguist? What other languages do you know?" I was impressed.

"I also know German, Spanish, Italian, French, Dutch, Polish and Russian. Knowing Swedish gives me Norwegian and Danish. Sounds impressive, but it's strictly business stuff and my vocabularies are limited." He

looked at me with his blue eyes and my insides kept melting while my cock kept getting harder.

"As a recreational therapist, you must see a lot of different kinds of patients. People like me and others."

"I see a few amps, but mostly spinal cord injuries. We don't take many amps where I work because there's another rehab clinic for them. I don't think I would last if there were amps there as well. As you now know I react rather strongly when I see an amp."

He again reached over and put his hand on my hard dong. "I like the feel of it," he said with a smile. "We've got another fifty miles to go, maybe we better get started, it's almost 8:30. Are we going to meet again?"

"As far as I'm concerned," I said looking at him seriously, "this is the only time we'll ever be separated from now on. Where do you live? Would you like to come to my place tonight? I'm accessible." I realized it sounded funny. "I mean, well, yes, I am accessible as you've discovered, and so's my apartment."

"Could you come to my place tonight, instead?" he asked.

"Sure. Wild horses and all that! Where?"

He told me the address and I wrote it down on the slip of paper he handed back to me. "Hey! Look at that! You're only about three blocks from me! I'll meet you there. Let's try to keep together on the road." I reached out and started to pick up the food papers but he handed them to me with a thank you.

I wanted to kiss him, but curbed my impulse because another car drove up just then.

I got out, deposited the trash in the can and climbed into my car and we took off.

By 9:45 we were in his living room just looking at each other.

"Would you like a shower?" he asked. "I feel hot and sticky and I think it would feel good to wash the travel off."

"I'm with you all the way," I said with a smile and a cock growing hard.

He led the way into his bedroom where he vaulted out of his chair onto the bed and started to undress. I was peeling off my clothes as well.

Both of us naked, we stopped and looked at each other. He was breath-taking. His chest and shoulders were developed extra nice from the chair and his belly was flat and his stumps were magnificent. From between them rose his thick hard cock which was uncut and stood hard up against his belly.

He looked at me and grinned in apparent approval of what he saw. "That cock of yours looks wicked," he said nodding at my fat uncut dong which stood straight out from my crotch. "My God, Pedro, you have the thickest legs and torso and arms I've ever seen. Your genes must be a fine mixture of everything oversized. Let's go get wet."

He swung back into his chair and we paraded into the bathroom.

He rolled up to the tub and, taking the handle of a tub seat, hoisted himself easily into it.

"OK if I sit up here, or should we both sit in the tub? Better turn on the water first," he added almost as an after thought.

"Let's sit in the tub," I said, literally drooling at the sight of that magnificent legless male. I mean I was drooling from two places, my mouth and my cock slit.

I turned on the water and got a nice warm mix, then I got in the tub and, putting my hands under his armpits, I lifted him down off the seat. I'm glad I lift weights! Then I put the seat outside on the floor.

He had a telephone shower so I took down the phone part and pulled up the gadget on the tub nozzle and we got nice warm water. I sat down facing him, gazing at his beautiful hard cock hugging his belly.

I sudsed him head to stump and rinsed him well.

While he was doing the same for me, he said, "My God, man, you've got the biggest calves I've ever seen. I can hardly get my hands around them. How big are they?"

I felt pleased. "They're over eighteen inches around, but I've seen bigger at the gym. One guy. The biggest legs I've ever seen, and beautifully proportioned."

When we had finished scrubbing each other it's not the best way to get to know another man's body, but it's a good way we toweled each other well and then went to bed. His manner of love-making was quite like mine: gently agressive and crescendo. I made love to his stumps which produced, to put it gently, poetic violence in his reactions, and after we had spent a very long time in the process of making love, we both finally put our signatures to the event by shooting our creamy loads.

Then followed the nuzzling and nesting, neither of us saying anything until I broke the magic silence.

"I've only told one other person what I'm going to tell you now." I put my finger on his lips to prevent his saying anything. "All my life I've wanted to be an amputee. I want to remove my right leg, and enjoy the wonder of being one-legged. Also all my life I've longed for a lover like you, a magnificent man made even more magnificent because he has no legs." I stopped, but then decided I hadn't said enough.

"I've reached half my goal, a wonderful human being like you as my mate. Will you go with me for the rest of our lives?"

He didn't answer immediately. He didn't even look at me. Then he turned his head and said, "Losing your legs was the worst thing I could imagine happening to anyone and when it happened to me, I tried to deliver the final insult to life by taking my own. It didn't work and I won't discuss it. I didn't know there were people like you in the world who could love someone because he lost his limbs. I didn't know there were people in the world who could wish to lose limbs."

He looked at me with a curious expression on his face, a kind of mixture of pity and admiration. Then he continued.

"I don't know whether I love you or not and I certainly don't know about your feelings for me beyond my two stumps. I do know that I like you very much, being on the receiving end of your stump love-making was a completely new experience to me and one I could never have anticipated." He laughed. "I've never felt like that in my life!" He smiled. "As to spending the rest of my life with you. . .well, give me time, please."

I decided to probe a little. "Are you attracted to fellow amputees?" No answer, but a slight frown. "When you were in rehab, were you with other amps?"

"Yes, about a dozen of them. But I was only attracted to one because I suspected that he was gay and might be attracted to me. He had lost his right leg and, oddly enough, he was about your height and build. I used to fantasize about his cock and what it might look like hard. And I liked to watch him on crutches. He was so graceful, even though he was still new at it. He had an animal grace that was very attractive. So do you. The way you bounded up those steps today. Like a big cat." He smiled because I laughed.

"And then," he continued, "to discover that you were wheelchair wise! Meeting someone I didn't have to explain to! Do you know how rare that is?"

"Yes I do, I see it all the time. My own charges in rehab get really weird treatment when their families come to visit. As outsiders they look at their son or brother or father or uncle and see the atrophying legs and they don't know what to do. It never occurs to them that the person in the chair might be going through absolute hell. Basically the human being is selfish to a horrible and repulsive degree."

I stopped talking and looked at handsome Mike and wanted to kiss him. So I did. He responded nicely.

"I'm selfish, too. I wanted that," I said. "All for me. Thank you."

He smiled and looked at me earnestly for quite a few seconds. Then he asked, "How are you going to do it?"

"How am I going to make you want to live with me the rest of your life? I haven't figured it out yet", Mike interrupted.

"No," Mike said, "I mean, how are you going to lose your leg?"

"I've applied for a two week training leave of absence so I can go to Costa Rica."

Mike looked non-plussed. Then he shook his head slowly. "If you do that very often, there's no way I could live with you."

"Do what?" I asked, not understanding what he meant.

"I asked you how you were going to get rid of your right leg, and you talk about going to Costa Rica."

"That's right, that's why I'm going. If they grant me the leave of absence." I looked at him in bewilderment and then the dawn. "Oh! Of course you wouldn't understand. I'm sorry. I don't know why I expected you to. I can get rid of the leg in Costa Rica very easily and legitimately."

"You mean they have surgeons there that cut off a leg whenever some one feels the urge to lose it?"

"No! Have you never heard of the poisonous snake problem in Costa Rica?"

Mike closed his eyes and seemed to pray: "Give me patience."

I laughed. "It's very simple when you know. Costa Rica is the home of a poisonous snake that bites people at random and if they can get to a doctor within several hours of the bite, they can remove the leg or arm by amputation and save the victim's life. If they can't, the victim dies. So Costa Rica has an exceptionally high number of amputees per thousand legs primarily. The rehab situation is amazing there and as a therapist I want to see it at first hand. But while I'm there, why not capitalize on the snake's capacity and get myself bitten and amputated?"

Mike looked stunned. "You'll be all alone. I assume you speak Spanish Costa Rican style? You'll be alone. I can't allow that. I've got to go down there with you!"

You can imagine how I felt. Here's a guy that said he didn't know whether he could fall in love with me and he's already not letting me out of his sight. I wanted to cheer but instead I kissed him.

"No one has ever wanted to take care of me. Never before until now." I smiled at him. "Come along, I'd love to have you. Provided I get permission to go."

"When will you know?"

"You're really serious about going with me, aren't you?" I looked at Mike with interest. "I should hear next week. You understand that what we've been talking about is very very confidential. How would you feel about my being an amp?"

Mike looked at me and considered the question before he answered. "I'm sure you're aware of the inconvenience of not having all your limbs. People who are born without seem to have it easier. You can't miss what you've never had. Although I'm not sure I believe that. The disadvantage is still there." He paused a few seconds. "Yes, I'm serious about it, but I don't for one second think I could get away. I'll ask."

That seemed to close the subject for the time being and I returned to making love to his stumps and after we had had another wonderful bout, we drifted off to sleep.

That was our first night together.

When I finally did get permission to go to Costa Rica, Mike couldn't go. But because I was going te be doing some studying of their rehab process, I went on without him, leaving on the day exactly three weeks after I had met Mike at the Knoll, three beautiful weeks in which we had grown closer and closer together.

Staying and studying in Costa Rica was fascinating, because they're wonderful people and they speak beautiful Spanish. I asked to see the jungle-like forests where the asp culprit abides and was taken on a tour in an old battered car. My guide was one-legged and he showed me the part of the forest where he had been bitten. It wasn't far from the car! When I wandered a ways from him, he shouted to come back which I started to do, but then it happened. There was a stinging sensation in my left leg just below the knee and I shouted out that I had been bitten and he shouted to come to him as fast as I could. I thought that was bad advice because the increase in blood circulation would carry the venom faster, but before I could move, I felt another sting in my right leg and realized that I'd been bitten in each leg.

I yelled to him that I had been bitten again, and he came bounding to me on his crutches, gave me one of them and I clumped along with him clumping beside me. Once in the car he drove like crazy to a hospital about ten miles away.

There they gave me shots, but even so they were afraid it was too late. The serum works only within seconds of the bite and we hadn't taken any with us. So I was put to bed and told that if the serum didn't take hold within five minutes, they would remove both my left and right legs well above the knee. I simply told them to do whatever they could.

My legs had swollen to the point where, when I saw them, I thought them would explode, but within minutes I was under an anesthetic and out of it.

When I came to I was in a hospital room and both my legs were on fire. I've never known such pain before or since. They knew it was happening but could only give me small doses of painkiller drugs. It lasted for about twenty-four hours and then it eased off and never returned.

They had phoned my doctor boss at the hospital where I work, and told him the bad news. He was literally devastated. And as soon as I was free of the pain, I phoned Mike.

Mike's reaction was totally unexpected. He bawled like a baby. I couldn't get anything out of him that made sense so I told him I'd phone back the next day. That phone call was a little more relaxed and in control.

Mike said he wept because he knew what I was facing and didn't want me to go through it, but I assured him that I had accepted the "overkill" and thought only of him and that if he could survive, then I could too.

Still on the phone, my second day in the hospital, he asked, "How long are your stumps?"

"Mike, I just got over the anesthetic, I have no idea how long they are. As to size, they're huge, what with all the bandaging."

"I just hope to God you can wear prostheses, being in a wheelchair is awful. I can't tell you, Pete, how sorry I am that this has happened this way."

"With your help, Mike, I'll survive. And my boss doctor called me yesterday and told me that as a double amp therapist, I would be worth my weight in gold. I've got a future and a good one. Please, Mike, stop worrying."

But I could tell Mike was really worrying. It made me think that he had been through a lot more than he ever told me about.

Lying there the first week I kept expecting a return of the horrible burning sensation or phantom limb or something, but had no further experience of it.

My one-legged guide came to see me and was also very sad about the double loss. I asked him about phantom pain and he told me that when they first amputated the pain was beyond endurance. Just like mine. But he said it had never come back and that he simply had no phantom limb or anything resembling sensation in the missing foot. Maybe the venom first damages and then kills the nerves.

I was in Costa Rica only two more weeks, but I made them very busy weeks by insisting they allow me to attend all the therapy sessions they had for other amps. It was most rewarding, and at the end of that time, they gave me a little going-away party like a graduation. Then I headed back home, my head so full of facts, I believed I could write a couple of therapy papers.

Unfortunaely when I returned, I was still in bandages, although I was doing very well, and my boss doctor decided to put me in the hospital for a few days. As it turned out, the few days became almost two weeks, with Mike wheeling in daily to see me and with me having roaring hard-ons daily every time he came in the room.

But finally the time came when I could be free of bandaging and could go home to Mike, wheelchair and all. That first night was something else.

We had dinner not saying a word, just looking at each other longingly. Then without a word we wheeled ourselves into the bedroom and silently began undressing.

When Mike got his shirt and undershirt off, he vaulted onto the bed to remove his short pants, sewn closed to hide his stumps. I followed, but not as smoothly as Mike, as I still had a lot to learn about "walking on my hands and ass."

We both removed pants mine were just cut off so they hung over the ends of my stumps and then he removed his shorts. I wasn't wearing any. The two of us just looked at each other. He stared at my short thick stumps, which were about the same length, and at my big hard dick sticking straight out in front and sort of lying on top of my two stumps. I stared at his more slender stumps, which were not quite the same length, but both longer than mine, and that long cock of his flat up against his belly. Then, using his arms, he swung himself on his ass over to me and sidled up close right in front of me, carefully maneuvering so that both his stump ends touched by stump ends. The feel of his stumps against mine were like a kind of electricity that went right to my balls and cock and for a second I thought I would come. Since he had great control over his stumps, he wagged them back and forth so that they rubbed my stump ends, setting up a sexual reaction in me that is indescribable. We hadn't touched each other at all except at our stump ends and he continued to rub my new, super- tender stumps until both of us began to ejaculate, shoot hot cum all over, his going up and hitting his chin with considerable force, and mine hosing down his hard cock. When we stopped cumming, we both collapsed in each others arms and fell over, our crotches and hard wet cocks banging into each other, my stumps pounding his stumps, his stumps pounding my stumps, while our tongues wildly fucked each other's mouths.

Only God knows how long this lasted before we both again shot hot loads of jism into each other's bellies. Then the tapering off arrived and we both, holding tightly on to each other, panted and breathed hard for life-sustaining oxygen.

It took many minutes before we could bring ourselves back to "normal" and look at each other, but when we did, all we could do was laugh. We laughed and laughed and when that reaction simmered down, we just lay there, not saying a word, because aything either of us could say would be nwhere near the transcendental ecstasy each of us had experienced. Believe me, it's worth becoming a double amputee just to experience such an emotion and sexual release. And I had called it overkill because all I wanted to lose was my right leg. Well, someone somewhere knew more about that than I did.

And as many times as Mike and I have repeated that particular technique, it has never quite reached that first time, although all the others since have gone beyond anything I have ever before experienced. So don't go out and lose both your legs expecting to find this kind of outer-space sex. It takes a second person without his legs who exactly fits your vibratory image to bring it about. We are the only two I've ever known about. Do any of you know of two double leg amps who are lovers? They're very rare, so if you do, hang on to them. Show them this story and maybe they'll know what I'm talking about. Maybe they'll even tell you about it.

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