THE GUYS FROM NOWHERE

By Wilson Devereau

Roland and Hall met at a bar in Denver. Roland was there alone, age 37, looking for a one night stand--safe sex, of course--or whatever. When he heard Hall enter, he turned to see who thumped like than when he walked, and his eyes met Hall's who just stopped dead when he saw Roland.

Without taking his eyes from Hall's, Roland could see the crutches and the empty space where his left leg would have been. The pant leg was folded up in front and fastened--sewed?--just below the belt line. That was when Roland became 100 percent sure he was sexually sensitive to amputees.

With his hard-on nagging the crotch of his shorts and pants, Roland smiled at Hall who returned the smile and thumped over to him--making that wonderful sound but moving like liquid. Watching the movement, the flow of body and wood sticks, excited Roland flushing him with a paroxysm of desire.

"Hi, my name's Hall. That's my first name not my last," Hall said and held out his hand.

"Roland, Hall, glad to meet you." Roland took hall's hand and they held before shaking. Roland liked the face Hall was showing: Rugged, heavy with beard shadow, his brow topped by curly black hair, Hall was nothing short of magnificent, and for Roland that included the missing leg.

"What're you drinking?" Hall asked.

"Seven Up," Roland said. "I'm driving."

"Lucky for me!" Hall returned. "I came by cab because I got a new car and the hand controls aren't ready. I can drive without, but I learned they make it easier on the insurance and easier to get a license. Anyway I'm used to them. May I make a suggestion?"

"I'm listening."

"Come to my place. I don't have Seven Up but I have Pepsi. I'd like to get to know you in a more relaxed atmosphere. The ambiance here is not conducive to intimate conversation. How about it?" Hall's smile was dazzling!

"Whatever you say, boss!" Roland replied and picked up his glass and drained it off in one gulp.

In a few minutes they were in Roland's car heading south. They didn't say much, commented on the lack of traffic on Broadway, on the quality of the night--it was early June--and on the weather in general.

Prompting him to turn east onto a side treet, Hall directed Roland into the driveway of a small modest house. "This is it!"

Inside Roland noted how very comfortable it was: homey, unpretentious and simple. Hall led Roland to the kitchen where they got glasses, ice and two soft drinks. Roland carried them back to the living room where they sat side by side on the sofa.

They both felt like it was time for personal talk. Intimate talk. But neither said anything. They just looked at each other, eye to eye. Roland smiled.

"It's such a pleasure to look at your face, I hate to spoil it with talk. Also I enjoy the feel of the hard-on your handsome face gives me!" He smiled again almost apologetically.

"You've got one, too?" Hall remarked. "Shall we?" And he motioned to the bedroom.

"Why not?" Roland answered. "I'd love it!"

In the bedroom, Hall leaned his crutches against the foot of the bed, their tips on the floor, and standing on his right leg, he and Roland watched the other undress. Shirts. Undershirts.

Roland was shaken by the beauy of the torso he saw supporting that gorgeous face.

When Hall saw the lithe muscular shoulders and elegant flat abdomen that constituted Roland's upper body, he took a breath and held it in admiration of the beauty in front of him.

Pants fell down and shorts came tumbling after. Hall sat down to release pants and shorts from his right foot. Roland stepped out of his and then removed shoes and socks.

When Hall had finished denuding his right foot, he stood up and they both looked at each other's handsome bodies and hard cocks.

Roland saw a right leg that was massive, the muscles bulging with the highest possible development. Hall saw a body of muscular liquid, the legs flowing in elegant outlines of thigh and calf. Hall particularly liked the Roland cock standing up to greet him. It rose up straight at a belly-hugging angle and the balls dangled four or five inches below it.

Roland was somewhat surprised by Hall's cock for only one reason: it was at the same sort of belly-hugging angle. The difference was in the balls. Hall's balls were small and the sac embraced them snugly against Hall's hard rod.

Roland walked over to Hall, took him in his arms and in the clinch eased down onto the bed. They explored with hands every square centimeter of each other's bodies. Finally, Roland broke away and went to where the left leg had been. Where it stopped was only slightly lower than the hip level, and he went for it with tongue and lips, causing Hall to moan and squirm with pleasure.

Roland put his head alongside Hall's and they kissed, their tongues intertwined, their hands jacking each other's cocks. This continued for many minutes until each cock was shining wet and slick with precum. But they didn't stop. They just went on jerking, jacking, masturbating until suddenly both fired salvos simultaneously.

They lay happily stewing in their own juices and half dozing, until Hall disturbed the peace.

"Roland," he said, "I'd like you to know that you're the first."

"Good lord!" Roland said. "Is this your debut?"

"No," Hall said and laughed. "This is the first time a man has known what to do with my stump which isn't a stump, Where'd you learn it?"

"Learn what?" Roland asked bewildered.

"Learn to make love to my stump!"

"Hall, I've never had sex with an amputee before, all I know is that you turned me on the minute I laid eyes on you at the bar. My God man but you're a sexy hunk!"

"Roland, you gorgeous bod, you! Can we spend the rest of our lives together?"

"The rest of our. . ." Roland was surprised. "Is this a proposal of marriage?"

"It sure as hell is! I don't want to let you go because you're a real find. The fact that I'm an amputee doesn't bother you a bit. You even make love to--"

Roland interrupted. "You mean there are guys who are turned off by your missing leg?"

"By the dozen. I've gone to every gay bar in town for the past two years and the few guys who might have been interested--I thought--said no. You looked at me tonight and smiled and I knew you didn't give a fuck about legs, all you wanted was me!"

"And that's what I've got, Hall, and I'm not going to let you go. YES! I'll marry you! So let's continue with the honeymoon!" With that Roland flipped over and went for Hall's left jugular--the no-stump that loved to be kissed and fondled.

Within minutes they were repeating themselves--tongue fucking tongue, hands jerking hard meat to pearly paradise. At the end of Round Two they paused and slept about seven hours. Awake and lying there grinning at each other, their bodies sticky with dried cum, fondling each other's cocks, they enjoyed the sweet hangover of a great night of great sex.

Roland said, "Hall, do you realize that I don't know your last name? And you don't know mine? My whole name is Roland Eugene Partou.It's French. And yours?"

Hall grinned with pleasure. "Hluchinski. H-L-U-C-H-I-N-S-K-I. And don't tell me any Polish jokes or you're a goner. I'm Ukrainian on my father's side and Polish on my mother's. A deadly combination!"

It was the beginning of a classic romance and marriage, aided much by the fact that they both had blood tests and tested negative, which allowed them complete freedom in sexual activity. Roland moved in with Hall after a couple of months, and they solved the problem of living together and of who does what domestically by doing it without any pre-arrangement. Each was one hundred percent supportive of the other! A rare and ideal setup.

They had been living in the luxury of love for about a year when Hall was offered a great job with an agency for the disabled in Indianapolis, After much soul-searching they both decided in favor, although it meant that Roland would have to look for new work in a new city.

They found a house to buy in Indy and Roland decided to do what he'd been wanting te do for several years. With Hall's permission, he didn't take a job, he went to real estate school. That lasted for several months and when he had finished and passed the examination, he found a job with the best real estate firm in Indy. Not only that! He started selling and making good money!

It was in Indy that Roland and Hall first experienced a four-way. The other two were double leg amps, Michael and Mervin, who came to the agency looking for work. They lived together and when they met Hall, all three knew at once how things were. That same evening when Roland got home from work, he was met by three nude male amputees, two of whom had no legs but great stumps and Hall with one leg and no stump. Roland nearly came apart at the seams, and couldn't decide which turned him on more, their stumps or their cocks: Mike's stuck out and curved down and Merv's stuck up and twisted off to the right. Both described lascivious arcs.

Hall had ordered in KFC's crispiest chicken which they devoured while playing with each other's hard meat slabs and then they went to it cock to jowl for the rest of the night. TGIF!

Dawn Saturday morning found the king-size bed strewn with two truncated bodies, and one which was semi-truncated. A paradise for amp lovers everywhere!

Mike and Merv stayed the entire weekend for an orgy of stump kissing that raised Roland to the most glittering of sexual heights: he later recalled having come seven or eight times in 24 hours.

Early Sunday afternoon Roland sat naked on the bed and tried to memorize the beauty of the moment. Both DAK's were quite young--in their twenties--and each had elegant short stumps that they maneuvered by lifting and waving from side to side in lecherous and obscene gestures. This was the weekend Hall learned how to make love to a stump and from then on he was always on the lookout for more.

By the end of Sunday afternoon there was a slow-down in the raising of rods and a bounty of bodies asleep everwhichway on the bed.

That weekend established a sort of precedence, and about once a month the DAK's would come in on Friday and leave Sunday evening.

They were quite different. Mike was small and lightweight and 26, where Mervin, 29, was a hefty guy with big shoulders and a massive chest.

Mike had lost his legs in an accident involving a truck that smashed into the driver's side and plowed right through the car, taking both his legs with it.

Merv had lost his legs on very nearly the same day when a dump truck at a construction site lost a tail gate and it crashed down with the load of rock burying Merv up to his crotch, crushing both his legs into bloody pulp and slicing off his left ball--the one that hung low.

Mike and Merv met in the hospital where they shared a room and learned that each was more than willing to share a cock!

Each had received handsome settlements so when it came time to leave the hospital, they took an accessible apartment together.

Mike's stumps were long enough for stubbies, and he did get prostheses, but he had a problem with balance and had to use a cane, and walking was more work than pleasure as it took so long to get anywhere. The stubbies were great around the house, but for anything else he used a wheelchair.

One day about a year after Hall had brought Mike and Merv home with him, Hall came home on a Friday and got home before Roland did. When Roland came in, he and Hall did the usual: they kissed and hugged. This time Hall was kissier and huggier than usual.

"OK, Hall. What happened?" Roland asked.

"Thank God you've got your arms and legs. Thank God I've got my arms and one leg!" Hall answered.

"Who is it?" Roland inquired.

"A young man was brought into my office today. A quad. Now you know I like amps, but the sight of this good-looking kid in that wheelchair, two short stumps for legs, two short stumps hanging off his shoulders for arms got to me. The helplessness! You know I've never considered an amp as disabled or handicapped or crippled. But when I looked at that poor kid, I knew I was seeing a truly disabled man."

Roland didn't say anything, but realized that Hall was very upset.

"The guy who wheeled him in was the driver of one of the lift vans the city operates. He left him there saying `There y'are!' and walked out. I smiled at the kid and said hello and he said hello, and I asked him what I could do for him."

Hall stopped and looked miserable. Then he crutched over to the sofa and sat down, Roland sitting beside him.

"He told me his story. He's an amputee, a real quad amputee and not a birth defect case. In his wallet which he told me to take from his breast pocket, was the info. He had been a tree trimmer and had hit a high voltage electric line and his arms were burned and the shock tossed him causing his legs to hit a wire as he was falling to the ground. Both arms, both legs. He has been living in a nursing home but they are throwing him out because they've raised the price and his limited income won't reach. He found another place, but they can't take him for two weeks."

Roland looked at Hall. "What did you do?"

"I called Mike and told him that I had this guy in my office and he needed a place to sleep and Mike said he could come over for dinner but that they couldn't keep him for the night as Merv's parents were coming in to spend a few days."

"So I hope you said you'd bring him here!" Roland said.

Hall looked at Roland and smiled. "Roland, I love you, I love you!"

"What's his name?" Roland asked.

"His name is Willian Danicek. He's 23 years old and quite good-looking although very thin. And he's very small. He couldn't have been very tall."

"Does he know about Mike and Merv?"

"Well, I didn't know what to do at first but then I decided to be up front, so I told him. He said he didn't care. I told him he would be having dinner with them, and that I'd call later about tonight. I wanted to tell you before I committed us to taking care of him. He was grateful for anything. I asked him about his stuff and he said I was looking at it! He had a sort of brief case and said his toothbrush was in that. Then I noticed his clothes and they haven't been washed for weeks maybe. Instead of calling the van, I called Mike again and said I was going to bring him over and Mike was real happy about that because their van was being serviced. So I left early with Will--he asked to be called Will. Lifting him into my car was not as bad as I expected. I simply put my crutches on the ground. And at Mike's I unloaded him and wheeled him in.

"Mike and Merv were there waiting and they each hugged him as best they could. Merv was in his chair and Mike was on his stubbies, and Will immediately wanted to know where he got them! And Mike wheeled Will into the kitchen. You should see Mike on stubbies pushing a wheelchair with a quad in it! I laughed. So did Mike and Merv and then Will caught on! It was a great sight! So if it's OK with you, we'll go get Will after dinner and bring him back here."

"A quad," Roland said thoughtfully. "This means we'll have to do everything for him. How awful to be so helpless! Will he stay the two weeks before he can move into the nursing home?"

"Yes, I had thought we'd try it. There are problems and I see you're already thinking of them. I'm thinking of asking Mike and his stubbies to spend days here with him. We can't leave him alone! He has to pee and eat and--you know! He's as helpless as a baby."

"Did you ask Mike about it?"

"No, I haven't. I think I'll phone now and discuss it. There's no need for Will to hear it."

"Good idea," Roland agreed. "Unless you could take him with you to work every day and have someone there. . .?"

"I've already thought of that. I only have two office women, but of course I could do it. Loading him and unloading him is the problem. But I did that today when I took him to Mike's."

"I'll help you load in the morning and unload in the evening. Would you have time during the day to toidy him and feed him? Well, one of the girls can feed him for that matter."

"Yes and that's another thing. We can get funds for prostheses. A pair of arms would be great for him. And stubbies! Well, let's eat some dinner and then go pick him up."

They went to the kitchen and started preparing the evening meal.

"I wonder what he'd do if we gang-raped him," Roland said in an off-hand manner.

"He'd probably tell us how much he enjoyed it, of course. Gad! Maybe that's what Mike and Merv are doing at this very minute! They're stump happy, those guys! And Will has four of them. Think of it! Three men and not a leg to stand on!"

"It'd make a great musical: Two Dak's and a Quad!" Roland chuckled.

"Great," Hall rejoined, "as long as nobody gets the idea you said `dyke' instead of `dack.'"

They grinned with the pleasure of making jokes and dinner was an "up" meal because they both were looking forward to Will the quad.

After dinner and dishes, they piled into the car and headed for M & M's. At the ground floor door, Mike in his stubbies answered the bell.

"Hi, guys! Come in come in! We're just finishing dinner and having a great time." He was headed for the kitchen with Hall smoothly crutching behind and Roland bringing up the rear like a big ugly duckling following a diminutive mother quack-quack.

Merv was feeding Will the last spoonfuls of ice cream. When Will saw Mike and Hall and Roland, he smiled broadly and said, "You're just in time!"

"For what?" Mike asked.

"For me to say thank you to the greatest guys I've ever met--and I haven't even met them all," Will said, addressing the last remark to Roland.

"I'm Roland. I live with Hall and we're here to pick you up and take you home with us."

"Yeah, Merv told me his mom and dad are coming for a visit tomorrow, I just hope I've not been in the way," he said to Merv, and then to Roland, "I hope I'm not in your way. I feel like I'm butting in."

"Forget it, Will!" Hall said. "You aren't in the way. I just hope you don't have anything against men living together."

Will just shrugged his shoulders which flapped his arm stumps in a juicily obscene may which made Roland's cock jump.

"You about ready to come with us?" Hall continued.

"Any time you are," Will answered.

So with a lot of light banter and amputee jokes, Roland, Hall, Mike and Merv got Will moved to Hall's car, with Roland lifting him in. He also folded the wheelchair and stowed it and they were off, calling to Mike and Merv to have a nice evening and don't take things too hard!

Will was pensive--or was it frightened?--on the drive to Hall's and Roland's place, so he didn't say much. Hall and Roland didn't say much either, Roland believing it was better to keep talk for inside the house. And there was a lot to talk about!

When they got Will into the living room, Will looked around and said, "I don't believe it!" and started crying.

Both Hall and Roland rushed to him, Roland picking him up and taking im to the sofa where he put Will down and sat down beside him and folded him in his arms. Hall disappeared and moments later reappeared with a box of tissues.

"I'm sorry," Will said, gasping for breath and bringing things for control. Roland hugged him close and Hall sat down beside Will and petted the back of Will's head.

Will subsided and looked ashamed of himself. Then he said, "I'm not used to having anyone be nice to me. And I've got to go to the bathroom and I'm thirsty. Not to be able to do anything for yourself is -- is -- shit!" The explosion was frustration.

Roland put him back in his chair and wheeled him to the bathroom, Hall following.

When they got there, Roland asked, "Pee or dump?"

"Pee."

"Be right back," Roland said and left.

"Can I do something?" Hall called after Roland.

"Thank you, but not at the moment."

While Will and Hall waited, Hall asked Will about his fly. Will looked down at it. Hall found a zipper on the sort of sack Will was wearing and pulled it down. Then he reached in and, finding Will's penis, pulled it out and almost did a double take. It was soft, long and thick.

Roland returned at that moment, saw how well things were going and handed Hall a pan. "Here, use this. It's easier than lifting him."

"Smart boy, my friend Roland," Hall said to Will.

"Yeah," Will answered. "They used a regular hospital urinal at the nursing home."

"It's as good as on my shopping list," Roland said.

When Will had finished, Hall took it to the stool and emptied it and then rinsed it at the bathtub and emptied it again in the toilet.

Roland looked at the "suit" Will was wearing. "Is that all you own?"

Will looked unhappy. "That's it. It's washable but hasn't been washed for a long time."

"I think we'll take care of that right now. And when did you last have a bath?" Roland asked.

"Day before last."

"Good God! That nursing home sounds like something out of the Dark Ages. Hall, we're going to undress Will here and now and put him in the tub and give him a bath. I'll strip and get in with him. Hall you keep an eye open for any dirt I miss." Roland was efficient to say the least.

Will just let them do what they would. They got him out of the suit and discovered he had no underwear. Hall took the suit saying, "I'll put it in the washing machine."

Roland was stripping down and, once naked, turned on the water and, getting it mixed to his satisfaction, lifted Will into the tub and climbed in. Will demonstrated that he could walk by wiggling his hips forward.

Roland went to work scrubbing Will's back and hair and then asked Will to turn around, which Will could do, so he could wash his front and his genitals. Then he told Will to lie on his back and he helped him into that position. Then he scrubbed his ass crack and cheeks and noted that Will's long thick cock was growing longer and thicker. But he paid little attention, as his goal on this trip was cleanliness.

Hall returned in time to see the ass crack and cheek scrubbing and also noticed that Will was getting thicker and longer.

Roland rinsed himself and Will and turned off the water. Will shone like a baby! And again Roland and Hall noticed how good-looking he was.

Roland got out of the tub and put down the toilet lid. "Help me, Hall." Together they put Will up on the toilet where they could dry him, and dry him they did, vigorously and thoroughly which put an end to any cock play which might have been coming around the corner.

"Do you want something on? We've got pajamas and shirts to cover you up," Roland asked.

"No, I'm OK. It's warm. What a relief to get out of that smelly thing. Thank you for the bath, too! I feel great! You were certainly thorough." Will looked at the two handsome men who had taken charge of his life. "I haven't been treated like this my whole life."

Roland and Hall glanced at each other. Hall said, "Your childhood was nothing to write home about?"

Will tried to laugh but it sounded more like a snort. "I was born to an unwed mother and immediately put in a home and put out for adoption. No one adopted me until I was three when a man and his wife adopted me, but by the time I was in the fifth grade, he had died and she gave me back to the state adoption agency home where I spent the next six years until I was eighteen. Then they let me go and I was on my own. I got a job washing dishes which is what I'd been doing at the home. I rented a room from an old lady and worked at odd jobs, anything I could find until the tree trimming job. The accident happened during my first week with them. The hospital followed that, then the nursing home, now here."

Roland looked at Will with compassion. "You talk OK, so you must have got some school."

"I've never graduated from high school, but when I watched TV I caught on to the fact that I didn't talk the way they did. And I used to watch the public TV shows and listen to the man or woman who told about things--usually animals--and I imitated them. I even wrote down words and I read a lot, too. But it was TV that taught me the most. I learned a lot from TV." Will smiled a grateful smile.

"You're the first and last who did," Hall commented with a hint of acid.

"Oh I went to school, but the teachers didn't know as much as us kids did. We were way ahead of them at the home. We had a strange life I can tell you."

"I'd like to hear about it," Hall said, "but right now I'm going to take a shower. Then we'll talk about a lot of things, including the next couple of weeks."

"Sure," Will said.

Roland said, "I'll put you back in your chair, Will. Are you sure you don't want something on?"

"Does my being naked bother you? You're naked. I know I'm not very attractive. I mean. . .I know I'm ugly as hell. Yeah, if you'd feel better with me covered, put an old shirt on me or something."

Roland felt bad about Will's wrong conclusion, but decided this was not the time to explain the fascination of stumps.

A naked Hall returned from the bedroom at that juncture just as a naked Roland was returning a naked Will to his chair. Roland had Will in the air over the chair seat when he realized what he was looking at and said, "Will, I will not put you into that dirty chair! I'll put you back on the toilet and go clean the chair. I'll be back when I get the chair cleaned up. You can keep Hall company while he showers."

Roland wheeled the chair out and Hall smiled at Will, put his crutches against the wall and sat down on the side of the tub while he ran the water to the right mix. Climbing in, he turned on the shower and pulled the curtain.

"At the home, did you sleep in a big dormitory and have one great big shower room?" Hall called from behind the curtain.

Will raised his voice to answer. "No, we slept four to a room in bunks, but we did have a big shower room where there were twelve shower heads. It was sometimes pretty wild!"

"Yeah? How do you mean?"

"Oh, the guys would get to playing around. You know." Will didn't say any more. But Hall got the picture of a group of teenage boys with hard-ons playing grab-ass and taunting each other about the size of their cocks.

In the kitchen Roland went after the chair with paper towels and a sponge. The seat was plastic and had splits in it, so after he got it clean, he patched the splits with duct tape. Meanwhile Hall had finished showering and while toweling down was talking to Will, who looked at Hall's massive leg and said, "You've got the biggest most muscular leg I've ever seen. Was your other leg that size too? How did you lose your leg?"

Hall smiled. "Motorcycle. Quite a long time ago. As you can see, I don't have any stump so I can't use a prosthesis. Oh I could, but it would be so slow to move anywhere. All I'd get would be some cosmetic value, and I don't need that. I need the freedom to move fast if I want to! Want to see where they took the leg off?"

"Yeah," Will said as Hall hopped over to him so he could look. Will continued to talk while he looked. "You know it's funny, but I've never seen any other amputee but myself. You're the first other than Mike and Merv. They're nice guys. Funny that both of them lost their legs. And they live together. Like you and Roland, only Roland isn't an amputee. He sure has a beautiful body, though. Looks like the kind of athletic body I'd have liked. I was short and skinny, nothing to look at. The other guys at the home teased me all the time about being so thin. They didn't tease. . ." Will stopped suddenly and touched Hall's stump scars. "Is that sensitive?"

Hall said, "Yes, very. So be careful."

"Sorry! Mine are too. Real sensitive. But Roland scrubbed so hard, it didn't feel sensitive."

Hall thought to himself that someone had got to Will and found out that Will was sensitive. Maybe Will had some experience? Maybe?

Roland returned with the chair still showing some damp spots but looking much better. He got Will in the chair and then the three of them, still naked, went into the living room and Roland and Hall sat down on the sofa with Will's chair facing them.

"Let's talk about the future," Hall began. "We can keep you here for the next two weeks, but since we both work, we don't want to leave you alone all day. You need to be able to go to the toilet and to eat and all that, and for that, you need help. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I can manage. Somehow." Will said somewhat unconvincingly.

"Have you ever been left alone for ten hours?" Roland continued.

"Well, no," Will answered.

"Here's what I propose," Hall said. "Because of the crutches, you're not easy for me to handle, but Roland can help. You're going to go to work with me every day, which will be great for you, because I'm going to start the works to get you two stubbies for your legs and two hook prostheses for your arms. When you've learned to use them, you can be quite independent! The state will supply them and I know a prosthetist who can do great work for you! What do you say to that?"

Will looked overwhelmed and tears filled his eyes. Roland got up and picked him up and took him to the sofa and held him. It seemed to stop the emotional overflow.

Having Will on his naked lap was pretty heavy stuff for Roland and he reacted while he comforted Will and Will felt the hard rod poking him and looked down and saw Roland's cock fighting to stand straight up against his belly.

Hall saw what was happening to Roland and he started responding. When Will looked at Hall, he saw another cock in the act of getting larger and his own cock began to respond to both the others.

While Roland was holding Will, he watched with interest as Will's thick and long penis gradually grew to a size larger than either Roland or Hall.

"You really have a beaut!" Hall said with admiration as he looked at Will's equipment.

"It's awful not being able to touch it and play with it."

"Hasn't anyone?" Roland asked.

"Oh sure. Of course. I'm helpless. There was an orderly at the nursing home I just left that used to jack me off regularly. He'd come in when he had night duty and wake me up and jack me off. He sometimes sucked me off. I liked that. You guys do each other? You got great cocks."

"We live together and yes we do each other," Hall answered. "What do you say we all go to bed now and enjoy it?"

"I'd like that," Will said. "But I've never . . ." He didn't finish the sentence, but the other two knew what he meant.

Holding on to Will, Roland rose and carried him into the bedroom. "Hall," Roland called, "could you turn down the bed?"

Hall came crutching in and pulled the covers down and Roland put Will in the middle of the bed. Then he and Hall lay down on either side of him.

Both Hall and Roland played with Will's cock which they guessed to be about eight inches long and half again as thick as either of theirs.

"You must have been a favorite at the home!" Hall observed.

"Yeah, the other guys used to play with it in the shower and they nicknamed me the `pole.' I wasn't very tall, only five five. So people who didn't know what `pole' meant were puzzled by the nickname."

"You like to be sucked, you said. Do you suck cock? Have you ever tried it?" Roland was talking.

"No, I've never tried it. The orderly never seemed to want it. Well, I never saw what he had. He was always in a hurry and afraid he'd get caught. He told me if he got caught they'd fire him. I suppose they would have, too!"

"Was he the only one?" Hall asked.

"No, before the accident there were some guys in the home and then I met an older man at the restaurant where I washed dishes who used to grab me and one night he sucked me off. Also, when I was adopted, the man used to play with me nights when his wife was drunk. Course, he was drunk too. I was awful young but I could get hard as rock and it was pretty big then, too. He used to make me play with him. That's when I found out about cumming. And then he died when I was in the fifth grade so I went to the home. I've been abused--I think that's what they call it--for a long time. I found out that most of the kids at the home had been abused. They didn't call it that. Just that the adoptive parents or the real parents or someone had played with them for as long as they could remember."

"You've had a rough life," Hall observed while he played with Will's big cock. Then he leaned over and put it into his mouth. Roland then started making love to Will's leg stumps. Almost immediately Will's vocal noises let Roland and Hall know that his stumps were extremely sensitive and that he was going to let fly at any moment, which he did, giving Roland a mouthful of jism.

Hall continued to tongue the huge cock which didn't show any signs of softening. Getting up on his one knee, Hall held his crotch over Will's head and again leaned down and took Will's hard cock in his mouth, while rubbing Will's face with his bone that was up against his belly. Roland had shifted his concentration to Will's right arm stump.

Will saw that hard cock over his face and said, "Put it in my mouth, will you?" Roland obliged, pulling Hall's cock down and stuffing it in Will's mouth.

Experimenting with the cock, Will sucked it and tongued it, imitating the actions he had learned from those who had sucked his own cock.

They continued that way for several minutes until Hall yelped and the jism began flowing so hard and fast that it ran out of Will's mouth and he coughed a couple of times.

Dropping Will's cock, Hall dove for Roland's meat slab which was flat against his belly and started giving it the treatment Roland liked so well. Meanwhile Roland pushed Will around so that Will's leg stumps were available to his mouth. Will moaned with pleasure and Roland was making wild slurping sounds until suddenly he cried out, "NOW!" and shot his load into Hall's mouth.

The three of them, having cum, relaxed for a moment before they rearranged themselves: Roland on Will's right and Hall on Will's left.

Roland turned slightly to his left side and put his right hand on Will's thin chest and tickled a right tit. Hall saw that and did the same for the left one. Will lay still with his eyes closed.

Roland then began a "nerve" massage, drawing his fingers very lightly down Will's stomach and abdomen and Hall did likewise. Then Roland scooted down so his head was on a level with Will's left arm stump and Hall did the same at the right arm stump. Then each began gently to kiss and lick the stumps at the same time giving each leg stump a "nerve" massage. The effect was immediate: Will's eight-incher rose to the occasion and stood straight up in the air at a ninety-degree angle to his torso.

They continued to pet and kiss and lick Will's four stumps and his torso and to their surprise, he suddenly ejaculated in a series of spurts which Roland caught in his right hand and rubbed Will's cockhead with the lubrication of his jism. Will was making all the expected sound effects of a prolonged and thorough orgasm and each of them went back to the arm stumps and kissed and licked them until Will was quivering intensely and then they tapered off and lay there with him, Hall stroking his head gently.

For quite a long while Will lay there with his eyes closed and then at last he opened them and looked at Roland and then at Hall.

"Even if this never happens to me again, at least I'll have known what it's like to love and be loved. How can I repay you for your kindness? What can I say to make you understand that what you've done for me this evening is impossible to believe. I know it can't last, but at least I can die knowing what it's all about."

"But before you die, I think we all three had better take a shower and wash the sex off our bodies. Come with me, Will, you beautiful man. We're going to take a shower. Want to join us, Hall?"

And Roland got up, sat Will up and enfolded him in his arms and then went off to the bathroom. Hall followed and turned on water and got the mix just so and then all three got in the tub under the shower, Will sitting down and the other two kneeling. They all soaped each other, Will joining in by massaging first Roland's crotch with an arm stump and then doing the same thing for Hall. Both rose to the occasion and Will grabbed each hard cock in turn with his mouth. He could diddle Hall's balls with a stump while he had Hall's cock in his mouth. He worked on that cock until Hall shouted out and took hold of Will's head and fucked Will's mouth for all out! While the cum spurted out of Will's mouth.

When that was over, Will turned on Roland and started the same procedure and arrived at the same result, but he had more fun with Roland's dangling balls, bouncing them with his stump.

Will then opened his mouth wide against the shower and rinsed it free of the semen and allied protein that he had gargled with.

Once more they washed their bodies and rinsed and then Roland and Hall got out of the tub and both lifted Will, Hall kneeling on his one knee. Back on the toilet they toweled Will, and when they had all dried off, they went back to the bedroom, Roland carrying Will.

"Where am I going to sleep?" Will asked.

"Right here between Hall and me," Roland answered. "There's no other bed and with you between us, we know you can't get into mischief. Anyway, I like you and I want you and Hall close to me."

So that was the arrangement and it proved to be easy for Will.

The next morning went off smoothly, taking care of Will required a little extra time, but nothing that could not be handled by both Roland and Hall. Roland got Will loaded into the car OK and Hall got him unloaded OK.

The first thing Hall did was set in motion the gears to get Will stubbies and prostheses. He had to be examined by a board and as luck would have it, the board was due to convene that day. So Hall had an extra loading and unloading to do, but it went well. The examination was in the afternoon and when that was concluded, the board told Hall that they would approve the request and that the next step was to get prosthetists' estimates. They didn't need three, but they did specify the two firms to contact.

Later that afternoon Hall contacted both firms and one of them sent a man over to the office at four. Since Hall had a meeting, he put the prosthetist and Will in a kind of makeshift conference room.

The prosthetist's name was Everett McLaud and he examined Will with calipers, a pocket ruler and an iron hand, making notes on four sheets of paper, one for each limb. He hardly spoke to Will, but removed his clothes, told him to hold each stump in certain positions, and put his clothes back on. Will was intimidated by the man's lack of humanity, and by the time the examination was over, Will was depressed.

The man returned Will in his wheelchair to Hall's closed office door and left him there with instructions to tell Hall to send the request to him in care of the firm.

Will waited outside for almost half an hour before the meeting came to an end.

On the way home, Will told Hall how the examination had gone and Hall was somewhat miffed at such a distant and disinterested prosthetist.

The dinner went well with Will enjoying every moment of being with Roland and Hall and laughing at their humor and the night was pleasant and not too cluttered with sex.

The next day a second prosthetist arrived from the other firm. And again Hall put them in the conference room. Hall was interested when he met George Lawler, because this prosthetist wore a prosthesis himself: he was a high right above the knee amp and knew what the score was where prostheses were concerned because he wore one!

In the room where George was to do the examination, he started by saying, "I've never met a quadruple amputee before, and all I can say is I congratulate you on your survival. Being one-legged has its inconveniences, as does losing an arm or even both legs. But to be without all four is downright tragic and I imagine you've suffered a lot. But believe me, you have my love and best wishes."

The speech, so unlike anything Roland or Hall had ever said, bowled Will over and it was obvious that George meant it. He continued.

"When I'm through with you, you will be at least three-quarters--maybe four-fifths--of the person you were before you lost your limbs. I don't know what caused the loss, but you have good stumps. Some surgeon or surgeons did a good job, making my job easier. The only drawback I can see is that your leg stumps are very short for prostheses, but even that can be faced and surmounted."

"I know a double leg amp who has very short stumps and walks in stubbies," Will offered.

"Stubbies are the greatest! And you'll learn to walk in them, but I'd like to put you up to where you belong. How tall were you?"

"Five five," Will answered. "I'm quite small."

"Yeah, that isn't very tall. It should be easy! Well, let's begin. Have you ever seen a prosthesis?"

"No. I don't know anything about them except the stubbies I've seen but I don't know how they stay on or anything."

"We'll take care of that." George unzipped and dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, so he showed everything he had, including his prosthesis. Sitting down, he pulled his pants off his left leg, and pointing at the valve on the prosthesis, he said, "This is how it looks when there's only one of them. See this little round gadget? Watch." After George unscrewed it, he stood up. "It lets air in when I remove it. And I can take off the leg." He pulled his stump up out of the leg socket and, balancing on his left leg, he pulled the leg free of his pants and showed it to Will. "When we get you fitted with hooks and when you've learned to use them, you'll probably be able to put on your own legs. See how the socket is molded to fit my stump? That's how it stays on. The fit is exact and there is a vacuum when you put your stump in and you -- well watch."

George put his stump back in the socket and screwed in the gadget, moving his leg with his stump to demonstrate. Walking around with no pants or underwear on, George presented a fine picture which Will started to react to. Returning to the chair, he took off his leg, sat down and put the pants on it and then on his left leg, stood up and there he was, dressed again.

"The stubbies will be held on the same way as the final legs. As to the arms. Each will have a strap that runs across the back of your shoulders and you will learn to move your shoulders so that the hooks open and close. Sounds complicated, but it's very easy to learn and you'll have two arms and substitute hands. Now they won't be as good as hands, but you'll be able to pull out your thing and pee when you have to. You'll get a lot of independence."

George smiled at Will. "Now I need to take your clothes off and make measurements." He started by unbuttoning the clean "suit" that Roland had put back on him. "You smell good. What is it?"

Will smiled. "I don't know. I'm staying with a couple of guys--well one of them is the head of this agency--and his roommate dressed me this morning and put some stuff on me and said I'd need to smell good when the prosthetist examined me."

"They sound like nice people," George said. While unbuttoning his suit, George touched Will perhaps more than necessary, and then he picked Will up by embracing him tightly to remove the suit. Will had no underwear on because he didn't own any. George's touching him had a visible effect which, of course, didn't escape notice.

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