The Making of a Newsletter

by Ben Musselmann

Two years ago when I was 61, the company I had been with for 38 years laid me off and said that because I was no longer employed and hadn't reached the age when my pension would be automatic, I wouldn't get any. They heard from my lawyer and we won the case and with the money from the back 26 months, I bought a computer of my own, a printer, the software I needed, and went into business as a word processor and producer of newsletters and brochures. Not only that, I still had a lot of money left over, even after I paid the lawyer! That must be some sort of record.

I advertised and got several jobs immediately. It was great, starting life as my own boss at age 63! I kept on advertising and got what turned out to be a big job.

It started with a phone call from a man who wanted to know what a newsletter would cost. I gave the usual answer--"it depends on how big, how many pages, how many photos, how many et ceteras, who's it for?"

He told me it was a group of handicapped people who were just getting organized and needed a newsletter kind of thing to send to prospective members, as part of a sales pitch to join the group.

Well, when I heard the word "handicapped" I got that old familiar tingle. I'm one of those persons who's attracted to almost anyone in a wheelchair, on crutches, braces, you name it. I'm attracted and want to be with them, talk to them, spend the rest of my life with them. Yes, I know what you're thinking, and it is sexual, but not until I meet whoever and then either it is or isn't. And more often than not, it isn't. But that doesn't stop me from wanting and liking to be with them, so don't go jumping to conclusions.

I said to the guy on the phone, "I need to talk to you and get a whole lot of information. Who's going to write it, one of the group?"

He answered, "In your ad you said you wrote the stuff."

"Well, as you can imagine, I'll need a lot of input from somebody so I can find out what to write about."

"I'm your man," he said, "so when can we get together?"

"You name the time and the day and I'll tell you how to get here."

"I don't drive. Can you come to my place?"

"Sure. Name it."

"Tomorrow OK?"

I looked at my calendar. "Free as a bird. What time?"

"Four-thirty OK?"

"Four-thirty it is. Where? And who am I talking to?"

"My name is Melville Hunter," he said and then gave me his address which I jotted down.

"See you then!"

I can tell you I was delighted to be meeting a group of handicapped people. For fifteen years I lived with my lover who was an amputee and he was the greatest, and his friends were super. A couple of them were paraplegics and one of them was the program director of a big radio station. It's always been my impression that handicapped people are more alive than people who aren't handicapped. I guess what I'm saying is that able-bodied people seem to be the ones who're handicapped.

The place where my appointment was turned out to be a large high-rise apartment house, and Melville Hunter lived on the eighth floor. The elevator was so high speed my stomach didn't catch up with me until I went down again after our appointment.

I rang the bell at the door and a voice called out, "Come in, the door's unlocked." So I entered.

And there sitting on a sofa was a triple amputee wearing nothing but a pair of yellow jogging shorts. I flipped my lid when I saw him. No, I'll be up-front honest with you. I not only flipped, I started getting a hard-on. He was magnificent and practically naked.

"You're Melville Hunter," I said with what may have been lust in my voice.

"Yeah, and you're Ben Musselmann, or damn well better be. Just call me Mel. Sorry I'm not more presentable, but it's a warm day and I just got out of the shower. I've been working out. As you can imagine, my workout is a little lop-sided, but I have a trainer who comes in every other day and helps me. Got to keep fit!"

Dressed in nothing but jogger shorts like that, everything showed, his twin leg stumps and his long left arm stump which was tapered down to where the elbow would have been. In fact he wasn't wearing a jock strap because the shape of his cock and balls was real clear through the thin nylon shorts material. If you think I was staring at him, are you ever right!

"Yeah, I know about keeping fit. I had a roommate who was an amp, high right AK, and he had a rough time with weight." Well when I said I had a roommate, Mel really picked up his ears.

"So, you had a roommate who was an amputee. Well now, that's interesting. An amputee, then, really isn't anything new to you, is it?"

"Oh sometimes," I answered truthfully. "Like just now. I've never met a triple before and I must say you look great, really sensational!"

Mel laughed at that one. "You're one of the very few who would think so. Most people react with genuine repulsion. Some even sort of back away from me. I take it you like a guy with nothing left but one arm, is that it?"

"You better believe it," I said with warmth, because my hard dick wanted out and was giving my crotch hell.

"Well, I'll tell you something, Ben. I like a man with gray hair and with the look of a well-aged wine, and that's the way you look and that's just great with me."

"You like older men?" I was flabbergasted.

"I'm not looking for a ninety-year-old, but I sure like one with maturity like you. I got a feeling we're going to make this newsletter a real winner. When we get around to it."

That last thing he said startled me. I wondered if he was guessing that I was really turned on by him. I glanced at my crotch and the thing showed so he must have seen it. I glanced at his crotch and there was a big change there, I'll tell you! He was getting hard and it was going to be a biggy.

"So you had an amputee roommate!" he said. "Tell me about him."

"Tell you about him? Well, let me see. He was a big guy, about six-four, weighed about 230, I guess, when he was being careful. Built like a wrestler. His left leg was huge."

"How'd he lose his other leg?" Mel interrupted.

"He lost it when he was eight years old. Got it caught in a motor boat propeller. It was his foot and ankle first, but it got infected somehow and they ended up taking the leg off more than half way up. He grew up with one leg, so he was really adjusted to it."

"Where is he now?" Mel wanted to know.

"He's dead. Died three years ago. He was twelve years older than me. Died of cancer. Only 72 and my golly he was handsome. Every thing about him was big, and if you're thinking what it looks like you're thinking, yes, it was a big one, almost nine inches. And he sure knew what to do with it, I'll tell you!"

"You must miss him," Mel said with a smile on his face.

"Miss him! Mel, my life has been duller than ditch water ever since he died. And now that I look closer at you, I could say that you resemble Joe--in a way."

Mel glanced down at his crotch which I had been eyeing, and I mean he was well developed! And he looked at the lump in my crotch and said, "It appears to me that there are two guys in this room who need to relax a little. Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Ben?"

Well, now, there was a real nice invitation if I ever heard one. "Don't mind if I do," I said and took off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then I got up and took off my pants and my shorts and my undershirt. Nothing left but my socks. And my hard dong was sticking straight out pointed right at that beautiful hunk with no legs and only one arm.

"Hey, hey hey hey!!" Mel said with a wide smile. "Look at you! What a bod you've got. You must work out a lot. Are you an athlete?"

"I have done marathon running but my back didn't like it. No, I'm not an athlete. It's genes. You should see my eighty-five-year-old father! Talk about a build! And you're sure as hell no slouch!"

"Here, Ben, help me pull my shorts off." Now that was an invitation like you can't refuse. So I sat down again and he turned toward me and lay back so he was lying down on the sofa cushion and I pulled his shorts down over his elegant stumps and tossed them over to the pile of clothes I'd left on the floor.

I stared hard at Mel's crotch. It was beautiful. He had balls that were what I'd call regular size, but his cock was thick and long and curved off to his left, pointing at his left arm stump. He was out of this world to look at! I just sat there drinking in the sight and he lay there enjoying being admired. God what a beautiful body he had. His shoulders were well-developed and he had a washboard ripple on his belly. His trainer really did a bangup job helping him make his body the most gorgeous thing in the world.

I reached out with both hands and put them on his smooth round stumps which must have been maybe six inches long if you measured from his crotch. I barely touched them and lightly dragged my fingers across them and that made him put back his head and close his eyes and it made his hard cock increase in size and made it throb with each heart beat. I was in seventh heaven, I mean I've never seen anything so handsome as that guy. I knew I could spend the rest of my days just doing that and looking. I leaned down and kissed each stump and he moaned with pleasure and I then licked each stump all over, holding them up so they were vertical to his body. I kissed them, licked them, stroked them and he squirmed and tossed his head and moaned and I knew I had a friend for life. Then I licked his balls and sucked them both into my mouth and rolled them around as best I could--they were a mouthful. Releasing his balls I pulled his cock over to my mouth and took the cut head of it in and tongued it gently while he squirmed and his right hand went right on top of my head and he pushed my head down as far as he could, hut the curve of his cock made it so that I couldn't take it down into my throat. But I tongued it and sucked it until he was beside himself with closeness to the final blow. Then I slid his cock out of my mouth and, climbing onto my hands and knees, I took his arm stump and sucked it. It was like a gigantic thick cock, so super-thick I could hardly get it into my mouth.

"Oh man! You really know what to do with a guy's stumps! You like that arm stump, too, do you? You know what I like to do with it, don't you?"

Well of course I knew what I'd like him to do with it, but I figured I better play it cool. "No, what would you like to do with it?"

"You can't guess?"

"Naw. Oh sure! You'd like to rape some pussy with it," I said with a grin.

"Yeah, some pussy like your manpussy, Ben. How'd you like to take that in your pussyhole?"

"I was thinking I'd like it," I answered still slurping on his thick cock-like arm stump. "But I want to do something else first, if you will."

"What's that?"

"Let me put my cock in your mouth for a spell. I want to feel your hot mouth wrap itself around my dick."

"Go ahead," he said, "but pull me down away from the sofa arm so you'll have more room."

I took him by the hips and slid him down a couple of feet, then I got above him and lowered my cock into his mouth. Oh how good that did feel! I was right on the edge of coming what with all the stump sucking and the sight of his beautiful body. I swear I could have come just by looking at him with his three stumps waving in the air.

I pulled my cock out and straightened up. "Gimme that stump of yours," I said. "How do you want to do it?"

"We need more space. Pull that wheelchair over here--" it was at his end of the sofa--"and let's go to bed, there's more room that way."

I got up, big dong flapping as I walked, and put the chair beside him and he said, "Turn it so the seat is facing the sofa." I did and with his one arm he vaulted into it, turning as he did so. Then he rolled himself into his bedroom with me in tow. He rolled out of the chair onto the bed, I moved the chair out of the way and lay down beside him and went back to work on his twin leg stumps, beauties, both of them.

"Stop! Hey stop it!" he said. "I'll come if you keep that up and I want to come later, after I've fucked you with my stump. Here, lie down on the bed with your head on a pillow and then turn so you're on your left side." I did it. "Now pull your knees up and put your right knee in the air. You can reach the lube on the night table, pour some on my stump." I sat up now that I knew how he wanted me, got the lube and really oiled his stump and my asshole. Then I lay down and he worked his way so that he was lying across the bed, his left shoulder and stump right at my manpussy. I held my knee up, my hard cock and balls completely exposed. Then he slowly began inserting that big tapered stump of his. It felt like old times when Joe used to fuck me with that big cock of his. Then with his right hand, he took hold of my cock and began jerking me off while he plowed my ass with his left arm stump. Oh man I've never felt anything like it! I reached out and took his thick curved cock into my hand and returned the pleasure. He got his stump in up to his shoulder and then did something I hadn't ever thought of because I'd never been fucked with a stump before. He started "waving" his stump while it was deep inside me and it massaged my prostate like I've never felt before and almost immediately I started shooting. I yelled with the utter ecstasy of it and must have delivered a year's supply of jism!

When I finally calmed down, he said, "Now I want to fuck you with my cock. OK?"

"Shit, man, what are you waiting for?" I said. "Where do you want me?"

"On top," he answered. Then he rolled over and lay straight up and down on the bed, head to foot, his hard dong jumping up and down with every heart beat. "There's a condom in the drawer. Roll it down on my whang and lube it and sit on it slowly--I like to feel my cock being swallowed by an asshole."

I got the condom and it was one of those large ones which he needed and rolled it down over that magnificent slab of manmeat. Then I got the lube and slathered his thick condom-covered cock with it. Standing up, I got over him and then dropped to my knees, took his big cock in my right hand and, aiming it at my yawning manhole, slowly lowered myself down on it. He moaned with pleasure. Then I reached behind me and fondled his twin stumps and rode up and down on his cock. I got hold of his balls and played with those, then I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth while slowly moving up and down and without any warning at all, he suddenly started cumming and bouncing his hips up and down and came and came like he was made of nothing but hot balls. He had thrown his arm around my neck and we kept our mouths glued together while he shot with enormous passion. I continued to move and tease his spent cock so that he was moaning and begging me to stop because it hurt so good. Then our mouths parted and we lay there, my body on top of his.

"Geez, man! I've never had such a fuck in my whole life," he said. "Wowee! That's why I like older men, they know how to do it!"

"And I suppose you think you're the only one to enjoy this? How many times do you think I've been fucked by a thick stump of arm? Huh? Never! And what a first this is! Man, I could do this every hour of every day. It would kill me but what a wonderful way to die--right in your saddle!" I hugged him tight and kissed him again and we didn't let up until we were half suffocated.

We were silent for a spell, and then he said. "About that newsletter. Do you suppose we could do something about it?"

"No," I said. "I don't want to let you go. I want to hold you forever. You were made to be the better part of me and I was made to be the better part of you. I don't know what kind of a person you are, but as an amp you're the greatest there is. All I want is to hear one thing. Promise I can come do this again. Promise I can come be fucked by you and fuck you whenever you wish. I don't want to let you go."

"I don't want to let you go, either. I've been a triple amp for ten years and have had a pretty rough go. I know there are people who are attracted to amps, but I've only met one other and it wasn't much fun. But with you--!" He squeezed me with his right arm.

"I won't leave you. You're the most beautiful person I've ever looked at. I could come just looking at your beautiful body. Maybe that sounds weird and like I'm taking advantage of what others would call a terrible handicap and all that, but it's the way I feel. I don't see you like that, I see you as a magnificent human being."

Believe it or not, we did do the newsletter--the beginning of a wonderful relationship which is still in full force. and the group did get established and so far everyone has lived happily ever after.

And Mel is still and always will be the most beautiful human being I've ever seen. He's the peak of human perfection.

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