OLYMPIC CHAMP

Written by Cameron Nelson

I really don't know where - or how - to begin. My mind is still in such a terrible state right now - of confusion - and despair. So much happened in so short a time - and everything was all so intense! And real! And it was all so very recent- just a few weeks ago. Maybe that's why I feel so down from it all.

I know I haven't had time to put things into proper perspective. But I was so devastated and so disturbed by it all that I knew I had to write about it - as a way of trying to purge everything from my system and try to arrive at some satisfactory answers.

A quick vacation, a short, torrid and devastatingly wonderful affair- and a difficult and wrenching conclusion. That's what it was. No other way to describe it. It's in the details, though, that matters really become much more unclear, more hazy, more unreliable and even more perturbing.

Part 1

Day 1: Evening

Location: South Beach Area of Miami

It was the winter semester break and I needed to get to some place that was warm. Going to college in the northeast was great but every now and then I craved sunlight, warmth and nurturing. So a group of buddies and I hied it off to Florida where one of the guy's folks had a vacation house on ones of those posh little islands off of Miami. You know the ones- in Biscayne Bay.

The house was real luxurious - lots of bedrooms, pool, hot tub, staff, great food - you name it, they had it! This guy Gary's family was really loaded. I'm used to luxury, but this was a step beyond even my usual surroundings. His folks seemed to be very nice and they gave up free run of everything.

Now, before I go any further, let me explain all four of us were either gay or bisexual. I'm exclusively gay and I generally prefer young boys. Okay? This is my preference. I don't tell you what to do, so don't tell me!

Anyway, the first night in the Miami area we decide to drive over to South Beach. We'd all heard of the place and we'd all seen "The Birdcage" so we figured this area was for us; Gary agreed. Now, everyone knows about this being a fabulous gay area. Well, it's even more - bigger and better than I had even imagined. Super restaurants, loads of tourists, Jewish old timers still hanging on, lots of Cubans, and, yes, loads and loads of great (and I mean GREAT) looking guys - the place was really jamming.

We stuck our heads into a number of clubs but nothing really appealed to all of us. As we were walking to the next one I noticed a number of guys on crutches and in wheelchairs entering a place down the street. Now, this definitely got my attention! We agreed to go into this place and see what was happening.

The place was noisy and not too dark and had some kind of all male revue or something on stage. I saw the guys in the chairs and we managed to get a table right near them. There were about eight of them. Most were quite brawny and very cute. Most were leg amputees but two were paraplegics. One of the amputees in particular definitely caught my attention. He was wearing a gray athletic shirt and he was just plain stimulating to look at. He had blondish hair, cut short on the sides, a massive chest and huge, muscular arms. He was my dream man - I was instantly erect, throbbing and wetting my shorts at the sight of him.

Gary started a conversation with these handicapped studs and offered to buy them a round of drinks. They were drinking only plain juices. It seemed they were in Miami for tryouts for the 2000 Paralympic Games to be held in October in Sydney after the regular summer Olympic Games. A few were wheelchair racers, some swimmers and one a basketball player. They were all great looking. Was this a conspiracy against me?

I tried to sit close to the guy I was really attracted to. We started talking, introduced ourselves and settled in to a comfortable conversation. My stunning beauty's name was Donald; I loved it. He said he was from the Atlanta area. He had lost both of his legs well above the knees and he was devastatingly gorgeous. I knew I wanted to be with him, to get to know him much better and to be of any help that I could.

Part 2

Day 1: Later the Same Evening

Location: Family Room and My Bedroom of House

We were back at the house. It was almost 11 PM. Three of the wheelchair jocks had decided to come back with us while the rest continued on their round of club sampling. One of our guys, Cole, had decided to stay with the other group so things worked out nicely. Best of all, I had the guy of my choice and my dreams with me.

When we got to the house we discovered that the house was not handicapped accessible. The one paraplegic (Ken) was carried up the stairs by Gary (a strapping football player and wrestler); the two amputees (my man Donald and the other, Fred) were able to get up the steps by themselves. They did this by going up backwards and using their arms to pull them up.

We sat in the large family room drinking beer and watching ESPN for about an hour. That is, we drank beer; the jocks drank juice and iced tea. I was thrilled when Donald chose to sit by me. His massive body and was so incredibly beautiful, and with his strawberry blonde hair and beautiful face he was absolutely divine. He was wearing a navy blue warm up suit with the legs shortened and sewn closed; his leg stumps were covered quite snugly. He wore the matching jacket but took it off in the house. Underneath he wore a steel gray athletic shirt. His outstanding muscles and his magnificent build were totally on display. I loved every time he moved- his pecs would dance and his biceps bulge and I was in heaven.

He was so incredibly good looking; I knew I had lost my heart. He face was not gorgeous, but ruggedly handsome. He had a scar or two (each seemed strategically placed to help bring out his beauty) and I think his nose had been broken a few times. He had small blue eyes (with blonde lashes), small ears (they were flat against his head) and a big, powerful neck. I was also sure that he did not have his own teeth - they seemed just too perfect.

His stumps intrigued me. They were very short - I'd say four or five inches long. I could also see the large bulge from his package. This looked awesomely enormous! I'm sure he saw me checking him out those times and he just smiled at me every time.

We sat together on a sofa and Donald slowly moved his hand onto my thigh. Now I'm built exactly the opposite of him. I'm thin - tall and strong, but thin. I didn't think that he'd like my body type but apparently he did. I know I loved his. I put my arm around him and let it rest on his massive shoulder. It felt overpoweringly great! I could feel his every movement.

He turned his head and whispered in my ear. "You can touch me any place you want, Cameron. I'd like you to. You won't break me. I've already been broken and sort of put back together, if you know what I mean."

I turned to him and smiled and he immediately kissed me. It was a delicious kiss. I felt myself getting hotter and hotter for this guy. My hands slipped to his lap and I knew he was also getting hot - for me! He turned to face me; because he had no legs, he could turn his whole body towards me. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me. His stumps touched my thigh and I thought I come in my boxers.

He put his arms around me and hugged me tightly while massaging my back. I did the same to him and, of course, the feel of those incredibly well developed muscles made me high. He suggested that we "adjourn" to my room, which I was only too happy to do. He "backed" himself up the stairs while I carried his wheelchair up to the room.

Amazingly enough, we talked for almost an hour before we got around to doing anything of a "daring" nature. His was a fascinating history and story. I just lay back on the bed and Donald began to unload his tale.

"I was born in Texas. Had a nice upper-middle-class upbringing -church, school, girls and always lots and lots of sports. In Texas highschool football is a religion, and I was great at it. I was a star. Even in my freshman year. I was big, I was strong and I absolutely loved to play. My father walked around town with his head held high and was greeted by everyone. My mother also loved all the attention. I had a problem, though. I couldn't concentrate on any school stuff. I just couldn't! I couldn't even sit still in class - bad behavioral/juvenile disobedience probs. I kept jumping up, going to the boy's room, making sounds to distract the other kids - everything that is unacceptable in class. Even when I told to sit still I couldn't manage that; I would keep jiggling my legs all the time." He looked down at his stumps and patted them. "Guess I took care of that problem," he said with a sarcastic laugh. "This crap was severe enough to exile me to a military school in Connecticut.

"My folks divorced while I was still a freshman. I hadn't seen it coming. I guess I was just too wrapped up in myself and my need and my comfort. What really fucked me up royally was when I realized that neither one of them wanted me - my father took my younger brother, and my mother took my sister. I was sent off to this really horrendous military academy; my father had been forever threatening me with it anyway. I packed my stuff and off I went. Never lived with either of 'em again." He looked away from me. "Only see 'em very occasionally."

"The place was okay, I suppose. Must have been run by a bunch of Naval academy dropouts. It was a great sports place though - really great! Of course, it had an even bigger effect on me than I had originally thought it would. That's because I discovered that I jammed - absolutely jammed - on dudes!" Donald started laughing and slapped one of his leg stumps.

"How about letting me do that?" I asked.

"You mean slapping and playing with my residual legs?"

I was taken aback. "Residual leg?" I thought they were called stumps. "Donald, that term you used…"

"How about calling me Donny, Cameron. Okay?"

"Sure, if you call me Cam," I answered. "Now, about your 'residual legs'."

"I know, I know. I should really call them stumps. I know. That's what they are. But that term sounds so…so final. Like the stumps of dead trees. These are still alive, man." He paused, all the while looking at the remains of his legs. "I call them my…my residuals. My residuals," he repeated. He lifted his head and looked directly at me. "You know, these are my pectorals," he said while stoking his pecs."These are my abdominal…and these are my residuals."

"Yes, they are, Donny. And I think I'd like to find out how alive they really are…and how alive you are right now."

He gave me a wide smile and wheeled his chair close to the bed. "That'd be great Cam." He hopped out of the chair and onto the bed. He pulled himself close to me. He suddenly became very serious. "Believe me when I say that no one has ever messed with…or even touched…my stumps and I…"

"Residual legs," I interjected.

Part 3

Day 2 - Morning

Location: My Bedroom of the House

It was everything I could possibly have dreamed it would be. It was an absolutely incredible night - and early morning. I don't think I got very much sleep. I'm sure Donny didn't either.

I woke up the next morning sleeping with my head on Donny's incredible chest; my body was perpendicular to his. God! Did it feel great! His sculptured pecs cradled my head so beautifully and comfortably. He had his massive arm around me holding me to his warm, strong body. I had one hand resting across his great chest, and the other slowly fingering his six-pack abs and the shaved mound above his cock and his balls. I was sure that Donny shaved his whole body and I just loved the feel of everything!

I opened my eyes and was looking directly into his great face. His eyes were closed and twitching slightly. His blonde stubble glistened like specks of gold. What a strong chin he had. Shit! This guy was totally male - one hundred percent man. Why did he want me? Me of all people! But I was so pleased that he did.

His hair seemed much more blonde in the morning light that it had seemed last night and his whole face seemed to glow with an unearthly light.

I slowly moved my right hand down to the end of one of his legs. I adored his beautiful and extremely muscular leg stumps. I had made incredible love to them last night - or was it early this morning. They were incredibly thick. He must have had really powerful legs - before they were cut off. They were also incredibly warm and so delightful. I rubbed them soothingly and lovingly- because I did love them. They're what drew me to him in the first place.

I quickly turned my head and was greeted by his shining, smiling face. "Good morning, you great stud," I purred. "Have a good sleep?"

"I think it was marvelous. However, I do seem to recall certain…shall I call them episodes…yes, episodes of rather uncontrolled and wanton sex during the night. Could I've been dreaming or what?"

I moved my hand to the base of his incredibly smooth ball sac and squeezed lightly. "Funny, I seem to remember something very similar." I gave him another squeeze and he took in a sharp breath of air.

"Oh, God! Cam! What the hell are you doing to me? I haven't even pissed yet!"

With that said he sat up, wiggled out from under me and hopped quickly into his wheelchair. While he was in the bathroom I put on my jeans and went down stairs to get two cups of coffee. The other guys were all in the dining room and filling their plates from the breakfast buffet. Gary pulled me aside.

"What happened to you guys last night?" he asked.

"We had tons of fun, Gary. What about you?"

"I think I'm in love," he said rather dreamily while looking at Fred

"You're not the only one, my friend. I see Cole is back."

"Yeah - and with his new bf."

I filled the tray and returned to the room. It was packed with not only coffee, but juice (if you don't drink lots of orange juice in Florida you're unpatriotic), muffins and sweet rolls and toast. Donny was sitting up in bed and gave me a big smile when he saw me struggling with the tray.

I set the tray in front of him. "Breakfast in bed as you wished, suh," I said with the best upper crust British accent I could muster.

"Thank yaw, Jeeves," he replied.

I slipped my jeans off and got back into bed with my marvelous man. God! And was he a man. My ass still ached from the pounding he gave me last night with his incredible cock. But it was worth it - worth every second and worth every inch. My dick was already hard just from seeing him sitting in the bed and from my memories of last night.

"I think I know what you want after we have breakfast," he said with half smile, half leer on his face.

I nodded enthusiastically.

We ate and drank - and played with each other. We fed the other pieces of toast and muffins while drinking our juice and coffee. Donny moved the tray away when we finished, turned to face me and kissed me long and passionately. I let his tongue do glorious things to my mouth and was absolutely swept away by the power of this phenomenal man. I was getting so hot from his kiss, and from the way he had begun to fondle my body, that I was sure I was going to pass out.

This stud certainly knew how to take care of a person - he was hotter than a branding iron and he was certainly getting me that way! This guy had one helluva awesome way about him. And I loved every second of it.

After we broke the kiss, Donny began to rub his hands all over my body- chest, arms, neck, back. I'm not built the way he is -no screaming pecs or full to bursting biceps. I'm more of the type that people would call a twinkie - I'm lean, relatively tall, mostly hairless and not all that muscular. I participate in sports at college like swimming, soccer, baseball and my favorite, hockey. I matured late (later than most of my friends, that is) and suffered the consequences and the ridicule. However, I am very well endowed now in the cock and balls department, with an eight-inch wand and large, low hangers.

The first time I got a look at Donny's great package of gear, I just stared. I couldn't do anything else. His cock and balls were amazing. They was just fuckin' amazing!

Part 4

Day 1: Still Later The First Evening

Location: My Bedroom of the House

We were finally in bed together. Before hopping out of his wheelchair and onto the bed, Donny removed his warmup suit jack. He left on the gray athletic shirt and the bottoms - the shortened bottom, the legs of which had been modified to fit snugly around his massive leg stumps. He lay back on the pillows and put his hands behind his head. I was mesmerized by his upper body - and, I must fully admit, by his lower body too. He was awesome!

He was completely awesome! From the enormous, rippling biceps and powerful pecs to the gorgeous blonde hair in his armpits, he was the most perfect man I had ever seen, let alone been with. He gave me a wonderful full smile and I moved closer to him- I needed to feel the extraordinary warmth and power emitted by this marvelous creature.

Donny began telling me about himself. He is - or at least had been- a truly great athlete. He had played for a minor league farm team of the New York Rangers. He also played basketball, soccer, and even polo (yes, the one with the horses). He was a competitive swimmer and diver, and excelled in soccer and baseball; this was all according to him, and I did not doubt it for a minute. He was also into serious bodybuilding and participated in significant muscle competitions. I could see by the highly developed state of his chest and arms that he took pumping iron very seriously. He almost made the 1996 Olympic team in track and field, but was just beaten for the last spot. Of course, this was before he lost his legs. What he didn't take seriously were his academic studies.

"I never did anything in school but sports," he told me. "With me it was always sports! They all felt so natural and I felt complete and fulfilled only when I was physically engaged. It was amazing! Then…then the games would be over and I'd be compelled to do the academic shit. I couldn't sit long enough to study properly. My body craved physical activity - not this sitting around and trying to transfer information from the printed page to my one-track brain." He had looked at me very solemnly. "Of course, now all I do is sit around- have to, got no choice."

His eyes had begun to tear up. I put my arms around him. This was not easy. I mean, the guy had an upper body that was probably three times the size of mine. But I made the attempt and I finally succeeded. We both laughed at my attempts, Donny through his tears.

When he settled down some he continued with his story. I didn't urge him at all - he just continued, like he needed to open up to someone and get it all off of his chest - his magnificent and massive chest. "I had built what I thought was the perfect body. I had honed a machine that was responsive and reliant and fluent in all the physical stuff I did. I had absolutely no Plan B. I thought this body would take me far in the professional leagues - that's what I craved. And then…and then…bitter irony and great prescient circumstances crossed paths…resulting in what you see now…my current amputee status. A gimp in a chair."

He paused and took in a real deep breath; he let it out slowly. "I've been an amputee for only about a year. And I haveta tell ya, Cam, that this has really knocked me for a fucking loop. Not so much the physical shit, but my having to relinquish control and redefine my physical identity. Even though I maintain the facade of being the well-adjusted gimp, I am in complete confused, fucking turmoil and doubt. I hate what I look like and whenever I see a reflection of the guy in the wheelchair…I freak fuckin' out!"

Here he began to start balling again and I held him a little bit tighter. "I'm just very l-l-lonely. I just can't imagine that anyone…anyone would ever look at me again and not see anything but the crip aspect first."

I held him as tight as I could and tried to quiet him down. I rubbed his back. I kissed his cheek. I rubbed my hand through his beautiful hair and through the thick blonde hair on his arms. He was getting my shoulder and chest awfully wet but I totally didn't mind. It was like all his bad memories were coming up inside him and he just had to let them out. He had a shoulder to cry on and I was very, very happy it was mine.

Part 5

Day 1: Still Later The First Evening

Location: My Bedroom of the House

Donny got himself under control relatively quickly after his rather bad crying jag. I have to admit that it was very, very strange to see such a hunk crying right there in front of me. I tried to relax him by stroking his neck and shoulders; I completely adored the feel of his skin and those huge, fearsome, bulging muscles. I was totally absorbed in what I was doing to this incredible stud - and what he was letting me do. I let my hands move down his arm and became weak from the experience of touching and caressing those awesome biceps.

He lifted his head, smiled at me, moved his delicious face close to mine, and proceeded to ravage my mouth. His unbelievably strong lips and tongue were doing the most fantastic job that I'd ever known. It was just mind-boggling! I was totally consumed by this man. My passion for him was absolute - totally and completely absolute.

After our kiss (there has to be a better word for it than kiss because it was so all embracing and consuming that I know I'll never get this kind of kiss ever again from any other man), Donny lay back on the pillows and wiped his eyes. He was still wearing his athletic shirt and warm up suit bottom. I looked at his body and noticed an incredible bulge in his crotch.

He moved him hand to his baskets and began rubbing it. I knew that this was a job for me, so I gently pulled his hand away. I leaned over and let my chin rub that great bulge. I rubbed it gently but with a little strength, all the time staring up into his beautiful face. The aroma coming from this stud was making my goddamned head spin. Best of all, Donny began to moan and wiggle around on the bed.

I needed to see that entire chest. I mean, I could see the outline of everything that's there - nipples, pecs, abs, navel - but I needed to see the actual flesh, the real deal. I moved up and began to tug his athletic shirt out of his warm-up suit.

Donny still had his eyes closed but lifted his arms so I could take it off. I did this slowly and steadily and absolutely thrilled at the sight before me. I felt tears coming to my eyes as I continued to hold the shirt above Donny's head and looked at his chest. It was superb…absolutely fantastic. Donny must spend one helluva lotta time taking care of this body and pumping a lot of iron, because it was totally outstanding. Every line, every muscle, every square inch of skin seemed perfectly developed and absolutely in peak physical condition. He was spectacular and so, so fantastically desirable!

He opened his eyes and looked at me. He gave me a small smile and raised his eyebrows as if to ask, "Like what you see?" I returned his smile and nodded my head. "I sculpted these pecs and these biceps for you, Cam. They're yours to do with what you want."

"They are gorgeous, Donny. You are gorgeous. You are everything that anyone could want in a man."

"Almost," he said softly.

"Not almost," I replied. "Everything!"

"My abbreviated body doesn't…you know, doesn't give the willies…it doesn't turn you off?"

"Absolutely not! No way! You are…well, you are just the most desirable man I have ever seen or been with." He made a sort of contorted face. "No, Donny, I'm not kidding. I find everything about you to be a complete turn on - from the beauty of your face, to your magnificent body to your short stumps- everything!"

I brought the athletic shirt to my face and breathed in deeply. The smell, the heady aroma of this man's perspiration, made me woozy. His total maleness was practically overwhelming. I could live forever with this man- this man's man, this supreme height of total maleness.

I moved my hands to his shoulders and started massaging them slowly and deeply. I was kneeling on the bed in front of Donny, which was very easy to do. He let out a little sigh and seemed to slump down slightly, like he was relaxing and getting very comfortable. "That's it guy, relax…relax your whole body…'cause ole Cammy will get you pretty damned excited in a short while."

I slowly let my hands trail down from his shoulder onto those glorious pecs. God! Were they ever incredible! Powerful, magnificently sculpted, each had an absolutely adorable little nipple at the end - and they each beckoned to me…they were calling out my name. These formidable muscles seemed to be calling out to me. "Cam, Cam…we're here for you…come…come to us…take us…we are yours." When my palms reached those erect nipples a jolt of pleasure zipped through my body. I could feel my scalp tingling - and I could feel pins and needles in my toes. My dick was straining something fierce. The feeling of those powerful erect nubs on my hand was awesome.

Donny's breathing slowly changed from one of relaxed pleasure to one of pure erotic pleasure. I could hear the increase in speed and the increased irregularity. I could also feel the change in the tension and erotic feeling in his body - it just seemed to exude from the man.

I continued to rub the palms of my hands over his pecs and nipples. I could not get over the incredible feel of steel and silk that made up his skin. The hardness of the muscles and the softness of the skin combined to create a mind-blowing sensation. After mauling Donny's chest for a few minutes (I could have gone on and on but I wanted to get to other things) I sat back and looked at him again. I also knew that it was time to remove more of his clothing - and also to reveal the hidden and covered parts of Donny's body.

I leaned forward slightly and brought my hands to the waistband of his warm-up pants. "Donny, may I?" I asked rather meekly.

He opened his eyes. Those wonderful blue eyes were slightly teary. "Yes, Cam, I suppose you can - if you really want to."

"Why wouldn't I want to?"

"Well, it's not a pretty sight - what's left of my legs that is…what they left me of them…the rest of me."

I reached out and put both hands on the remains of his thighs. He jumped slightly when he felt the warmth of my hands. He opened his eyes wide and had a questioning look on his face. "Donny, you said that I could touch you any place I wanted. Remember?" He nodded. "Well, this is one of the places I want to touch you. Okay?"

He nodded again. Then he began to speak slowly, in a low voice, almost in a whisper, as if he didn't want any other person to hear what he was saying. "Cam, I just recently figured it all out. I figured out that I jam on men." He looked down at my hands resting on his truncated thighs. "I was never in complete denial but was self deceived, so to speak. I was self deceived into thinking that my thing was normal and my desire to hang out with guys was just me.

"I gotta tell you, it was a big eye-opener and an even bigger shock. I haven't been…been with many men…before…before tonight, Cam. I'm just so fucking ripped about losing my legs…you have no idea how it has fucked up my head. So, please…please understand what I'm going through right now and…please, please be kind."

"How can I be anything but kind…and loving to you, Donny? You are so incredibly desirable; I want everything…and love everything about you."

"Also know that no one has ever…every…touch my residual…uh…my leg stumps before. Okay?"

I leaned over and kissed him softly. He put his arms around me and held me close and increased the passion of our kiss. I opened my mouth for his hot tongue and he caressed me so tenderly and beautifully. It was complete rapture and made me hotter and harder than I had been before.

After we ended the kiss, I sat back and brought my hands up to the waistband of his warm-up pants. I grasped them as I looked directly into his face. I could see the terror and disgust writ large on his gorgeous features. He began to move his hands as if to stop me but withdrew them quickly. He must have realized that I was not going to be put off tonight. I slid the pants off but did not look down at Donny's leg stumps immediately. What I did do was to place both of my hands on his very foreshortened thighs. I continued to rest them there while I stared into his eyes.

I must admit that it was an absolute and immediate thrill for me. The warmth and smoothness of his remaining legs were incredible. I could feel the light covering of hair and the incredible muscles that were still very much evident. I continued to stare at him. Donny had closed his eyes and I noticed that his breathing had definitely speeded up. He threw his head back slightly and his whole body seemed to be echoing with my rubbing of his incredible leg stumps.

Part 6

Day 2: Afternoon

Location: Auto and University of Miami Stadium

I was sitting in the stands of the stadium watching the different athletes preparing for their events. Donny's races were scheduled to begin at 2PM. I had driven him to the dorm where he was staying, and then went on to the stadium by myself. Donny would be brought over in a team bus along with his racing wheelchair. He was to participate in two different events, all relatively pretty long races. I was very anxious to see him race. I was wondering if he would have the stamina for the proceedings considering what we had done last night - and again this morning in bed.

When Donny and I parted, I asked him if he would be able to give his all in the races after what we had been through during the last few hours. He assured me he would be great and that sex before he participated in a sporting event always made him perform at his very best. It was like his entire body was peaked.

Donny was to compete in three events, all distance wheelchair races. They were the 3,000 meter and 10,000 meter races, and the marathon. However, the marathon would not be run here in Miami - the land was so flat that it would not be a good test of marathon skills. I knew he would be up to everything; he was that kind of guy. The distance races were scheduled one for today and one for the day after tomorrow. Donny had already qualified in his region. There were eight men in each qualifying heat.

I looked around and noticed there were very, very few people in the stands. "I guess not too many folks want to see a bunch of gimps playing games," I thought. I looked at the athletes warming up on the field. They looked prepared and some were quite handsome and attractive.

The events were already in process when I arrived including various field events like the long jump, javelin and high jump. The high jumpers fascinated me because the contestants had only one leg and they hopped up to the bar and then over. It was amazing to see how much speed they could generate by hopping on only one leg. These were very good athletes - who happened to have something of a handicap.

I watched the sprint races which involved single and double leg amputees and they were fast - I mean really fast. Those new hi-tech prosthetic devices gave them incredible speed and spring in their running and great maneuverability.

I sat next to a large and very nice group of people from Nebraska, I found out. They were all here to see a relative competing in one of the races. The old man sitting next to me told me that his grandson was a double below the knee amputee and was competing in sprint races and he was running on his artificial legs. He then proceeded to tell me the kid's whole story, how the kid lost his legs in an auto accident, about his girlfriend who had stuck with him through it all, etc. etc. I smiled as he went on and on but I changed my tune when I saw the kid; he was very beautiful in a sort of farm boy way. In fact, he was the best looking kid in the race. I cheered for him as he ran for everything he's worth and won. His family was very happy and cheered and cheered, and then went down on the field to hug and kiss him. They also said they were going to Sydney in October.

After about an hour or so of waiting and watching all that marvelous and alluring flesh parading in front of me (it was then almost three o'clock), they announced the first race that Donny would be in. I was getting excited. I saw the whole group roll onto the track - and there was Donny- and he looked absolutely spectacular! He rolled around some in his sleek, stylish racing chair, his arm and chest muscles bulging beautifully. I was captivated by his total awesomeness, magnificence and nonchalance.

He was wearing a gorgeous red, white and blue spandex all in one jumpsuit(it covered his body and his leg stumps) and a similarly colored helmet was on his lap. He was doing it again to me - he had this incredibly strange power over me. Every time I looked at him or saw him or heard him - my heart started beating wildly and my eyes would get blurry. Was this love? I didn't know for sure but only knew that I'd never experienced anything remotely like it before,

And yet strangely and unexpectedly, all that was going through my mind was something that Donny'd said to me in the car on our way to the dorms.. "Remember Cam, remember what you're goin' t' see. Everything…everything you'll see there today will be gimp events. You're gonna see lots of guys jammin' their lives out like some fucked up insects who don't know the gig is over." I gave him a nasty look when he said this but he did nothing but nod his head.

"Fuckin-A! These guys all think that what they're doin' is important or that it matters. But it doesn't matter at all. Not at fuckin' all!"

"Donny, that's very cruel. Very cruel of you to say something like that. I'm surprised you would say that. And I'm sure it's not true either."

"But it is true. It's very true. It's like each of these guys has to prove that he's still enough of a man to do what they do and prove that even though they're missing limbs or crippled or dwarfs….whatever…that they can still do something that the average schmuck can't do. Wait'll you see the guy with no legs throw the javelin or the swimmers with no arms; well I don't think you'll see the swimmers today'cause they're in a different area." He stared at me intensely. "They gotta prove they're still men despite what they're missin'."

I was really getting annoyed with his pompous and downright shitty attitude. "And what's your reason Donny? Why do you compete? We know what you're missin'! Don't we? I now know all that you're missin'!"

Now he was getting very, very annoyed with me and what I had just said. "You know fuckin' well why I compete!" he said with bitterness and some sorrow in his voice. I looked over at him (even though I was driving and should've kept my eyes on the road).

"No I don't, Donny. Why do you fuckin' compete? What are you tryin' to prove? Who are you tryin' to impress? I think I know but I want you to tell me! I need for you to tell me…honestly."

He became very quiet - I could scarcely hear him breathing. When I looked over at him, his head was down with his chin touching his chest. "My dream…my big dream was to compete in the 2000 games in Sydney. Well, to be completely honest, my real dream of dreams was to play on the US hockey team goin' to Nagano in '98 but didn't make it…I failed to make the team. That was the first year they let players from the fuckin' NHL on the team and I wasn't good enough to compete with them. So I was determined to make the US team this year. Then the fuckin' accident…and they just casually lopped off my legs…leaving me with practically useless fuckin' stumps…and I knew my athletic career was fuckin' over!"

He was quiet again. Was he thinking or trying to calm down some? "Cam, I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm gonna say something and tell you something I've never told anybody else before." He paused and took a deep breath, letting it out very slowly. "My body was my world. Everything I did, every thought I had, every action I took was for the betterment of this body. Everything I ate, and every sleep I took, and even every gal or guy I fucked, was for the improvement of this fuckin' body! Suddenly after a shattering experience, it was not mine anymore. I was a stranger in my own body. I had honed it to absolute perfection. It was my reason for living. My body was my world - my absolute whole fucking world! Now…now it was a wreck. I was a wreck. I was a physical ghost of what I had been."

He was quiet and I didn't say anything. "One of the gimps in the hospital told me about the Paralymic Games which always follow the real games in the same city. So as soon as I could I began getting myself back into shape and selected a couple of rolling events and got good at 'em."

"You still haven't answered my questions."

"I compete for me!" he practically shouted. "I compete so when I go t' sleep at night I can dream about something else besides bein' a fuckin' crip, sittin' in a fuckin' chair! Lookin' up at everything and everyone. I can be someone other than a fuckin' twenty-two year old guy on three foot high fuckin' stilts, afraid I'm goin' t' fall over on my face…or worse…fall over on my back. That's why I compete! I need it for my own…for my own ego trip…for an ego boost…for an adrenaline shot…to…to keep me from goin' fuckin' crazy!"

I moved my right hand over to his left leg stump and rubbed it. I didn't say anything - nothing needed to be said. Donny looked up and we just glanced at each other. The rest of the trip was in complete silence until I almost reached the dorms.

And then I spoke. I spoke in a very subdued voice. "I must really piss you off, right Donny?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you despise the way you look and you assume that everyone else does too. And yet, I happen to love the way you look. I absolutely adore it…and you…and everything about you. Doesn't that piss you off completely?"

He looked at me and his eyes became moist. "I'll tell you, it did at first. It really did. I couldn't understand how you could be enticed by this body. Now? No, now it doesn't bother me, particularly what we did together…and how much I loved it…and the way you treated me…and loved me…including my non-parts. For the first time since I became a cri…er…for the first time since I lost these things…uh…my legs, it really doesn't bother me that someone…you…actually likes the way I am and the way I look."

Part 7

Day 1: Late the First Night

Location: Bedroom of the House

Donny's leg stumps were massive, muscular and very short. When I first looked down at them and saw them in all their glory, I literally had to catch my breath. They were gorgeous - big, thick and amazingly muscular for being only about five or six inches long. The scars on the end of those huge stumps were not faded yet and they were a little pink. I was amazed and utterly delighted to see them - that Donny allowed me to see them. He seemed a little embarrassed presenting his body this way and I wanted to relieve all of his ungrounded fears.

I continued to rub them slowly and gently as I unrelentingly stared at them. I realized after a minute or so that I had not breathed for a while (I was so hypnotized by the sight of him) and was getting rather lightheaded.

I looked up at Donny and he had a sort of "sorry for the look of them" expression on his face. I smiled at him, knowing that I was completely overawed by the appearance of these amputated limbs. They totally captivated me. I leaned in and gave Donny a great big kiss while continuing to rub those magnificent mounds of flesh.

"I love them," I whispered in his ear.

"How can anybody love them?" he responded. "They're hideous…and repulsive…and…I just fuckin' hate 'em."

"Okay, so I'm a crazy person, Donny. What can I do? This is the way I am and I'm not going to apologize for it. But I have to tell you honestly, I do love them…I love them very much." I kissed him again and then leaned back to get a better view of Donny. "And I'm crazy about you…all that you are and all that you're giving me and allowing me to do."

He lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you. Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before."

He now was wearing only his jockstrap - it was a rather large jock, with a very wide band and a huge pouch. His cock was incredibly hard and the head the peeking out of that wide elastic waistband. It was an absolutely gorgeous head - big, rosy red, beautifully shaped and so incredibly appetizing. He was leaking a whopping amount of clear pre-cum.

I could not resist this treat Donny was giving me. I leaned forward and slowly stuck out my tongue and began to delicately lick this wonderfully choice pre-cum from the head of his cock - this nectar from a god. I began to work my tongue all around the head while continuing to lap up all this fluid. It was totally awesome. Donny's taste was rather salty but delicious. I knew that I could stay here forever continuing to drink him all in.

"Do you realize, Cam, that you've just started polishing the barrel of a cowboy whose dick is longer than his legs?" I looked up at him and he gave me a slightly quizzical look, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head to a side.

I continued licking and began to suck on this gorgeous head again, applying more pressure and more suction. Donny apparently liked what I was doing very much because he began to moan slightly and put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me closer to his cock head. I was totally thrilled that he was responding this way. This is just what I wanted - just what I really needed. I licked and sucked the whole head and started to move down his jockstrap with my hands.

While I was sucking and gnawing away on the luscious head of Donny's big wang, I brought one of my hands up and began to stroke the shaft of this monster that was still covered by the jock. I felt totally great as my hand played over this incredible rod - and, by god, rod was the right word. It was so stiff and thick and hard --it was superb and I was going crazy feeling this pole and sucking on the head of this phenomenal tool.

I need to see it all - I could not wait any longer. I slipped the jock off of Donny - it was rather easy - the guy had no legs, after all. And for the first time I got a load of Donny's entire cock- and believe me, it was a donger and a half! It was a monster - big, thick and really, really tasty looking. Donny's cock had to be at least ten inches long, maybe more, because mine was eight and his had to be at least two inches longer. And it was very thick, as opposed to mine that was rather average in thickness.

Donny's cock had a rather strange shape to it, however. It curved upwards - quite a feat considering its incredible size. But it was rather U-shaped. So at the base, his cock pointed downwards and then, about two inches from the base it began to curve upwards until the head of his dick actually pointed upwards. I moved back to get a good look at it and see it in its entirety; I needed to see it all!

It was then - at that moment - that I noticed something and it began to bother me.

It appeared that Donny had no balls! I mean there was no ball sack to be seen - no scrotum hanging under Donny's truly enormous dick. Where the hell was the huge sack that should be accompanying this huge, monster cock?

I could not see any testicles…nothing at all…nothing! I had expected to see this huge, huge really hanging ball bag, but there appeared to be nothing- absolutely nothing that I could see. Strange - very, very fuckin' strange. What the fuck was going on here? He didn't have any balls…or a ball sack? What was with this man? Did he also lose his nuts and bag when he lost his legs? Were they cut off as a result of the accident?

He must've seen the expression on my face, because he immediately said, "Okay! Okay! Don't freak out on me now Cammy. Just don't fuckin' freak out on me now!"

Part 8

Day 2: Late in the Afternoon

Location: Locker Room of Stadium

I was waiting for Donny to come out of the locker room after his triumph in his race. I mean, it was a real triumph! He really kicked ass! It was magnificent! He was magnificent! My Donny was the absolute best!

I was screaming during the whole race and shouted myself hoarse. He crossed the finish line well ahead of his nearest competitor. It was completely thrilling. The family from Nebraska next to me had already left and I was the only one rooting Donny on. A few other people in the stands were rooting for their favorites but I had the loudest voice. I was dismayed that there were so few people around cheering on these superb, but handicapped, athletes.

After Donny won his race I left the stands and walked to the dressing room. I was not allowed in (I'm sure it would have been absolute heaven for me watching all those fit bodies dressing and showering) but stayed by the door and watched so many leaving. Most of them were quite attractive- at least I was attracted to them. Some had wives and kids waiting, some had girlfriends waiting, and some even had boyfriends waiting, like me.

As I was standing there waiting, I began to fantasize about Donny and me- the two of us together - living together, loving together and having our lives totally and completely wound up with the other. Donny had mentioned last night that he had gotten an athletic scholarship to the university of California at San Diego and I knew that I would be going to graduate school in California, but in the north. Maybe - just maybe - we could manage to be together. It made me very happy thinking about the two of us together.

Donny had been a very poor student, as he had explained it to me. He really majored in sports and associated jock activities - like drinking and raining all kinds of hell on all the non-jocks - most of the time. His SAT scores were also very poor and very disappointing for someone who was so obviously intellectually gifted. After his accident, he knew that he had to do something with his life and getting a good education was to be the key. He took special remedial courses, retook the SATs and did remarkably better. And since some schools were actively seeking handicapped athletes (to qualify for certain federal monies) he was deluged with scholarship offers. He decided on UCSD because it was a good school in addition to being in a location that promised good weather and opportunities to pursue other non-scholastic interests.

As Donny came wheeling through the door, he gave me a huge grin. I leaned over, hugged him closely and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. He looked so great, he smelled so great - and I was instantly hard in my shorts. He wheeled to the parking lot, collapsed his chair, got into the front seat and belted himself in.

I sat in the driver's seat and put my right hand on his left thigh. "Great race, lover boy!"

"Yeah, it was good, wasn't it?"

"Sure was! You finished so far ahead of the others it was unbelievable."

"You could almost say that I won it in a walk, but then I ain't got no legs so I can't walk." I got a very serious look on my face. "It's a joke, man. A goddamned joke! Don't take everything I say so seriously."

I smiled at him, letting him know I understood his morbid sense of humor. "Okay, Donny, come clean. How did you do it?"

"Well, I heard you rootin' for me from the stands. It really help, man. Believe me! Then, into the last lap, I heard you yell, 'Kick ass Donny!' and this incredible thrust of the jets kicked in and I just blasted out into hyper space. It felt great. It was for you, Cam…everything was for you! Plus the fact that I'm in absolutely incredible shape and could take on the entire world now and win!"

At the next red light I gave him a soft kiss. He was so delicious. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day?" I asked.

"You tell me, love. Wanna go back to the house and spend some time in your room? Or should I say our room?"

"Wanna get something to eat first?"

"Sure! I want fish - lots and lots of fish!"

We found I great seafood restaurant and Donny and I ate like we had been just released from a prison. We had soups (please note the plural), crabs, seven different varieties of shrimp and fish, desserts and lots of juice. We joked and acted like we were drunk, but as a fact, no alcohol was consumed at all. We had a fabulous time together. I loved being with my gorgeous, hunky Donny and I thought he loved being with me. That's what I thought - then.

Part 9

Day 1: Late at Night - Early in the Morning

Location: My Bedroom of the House

"If I didn't have anger and resentment fueling my internal engine I'd have no motivation whatsoever."

Donny said this in a rather cool and detached manner. He was on the bed, his hands behind his head, his body (his magnificent and incredibly appealing body, I may add) spread out before me and glistening with perspiration. His incredible array of muscles was on display for my complete enjoyment. His dick was completely soft and did not seem to be in the slightest way imposing. It was hanging limply with the head touching the sheet. It certainly was a beauty, but seeing it hanging there with no nuts supporting it was rather disconcerting, I must admit.

"The psychological slam of messing with a body empire that was my signature damn near…well, it damn near fuckin' killed me. I thought the price for continuing to live was much too high. Without my legs -without…without my ball bag…and…and…"

He turned his head away from me and I naturally assumed he was beginning to weep again. I put my hand on his hair and slowly stroked him.

"Donny, could you please tell me what happened?" I asked in my gentlest tone of voice. "If you don't want to, I'd understand, but - well, I'd really like to know everything."

He turned to look at me and gave me a slight sarcastic smile. "So you'd like to know the gothic details of that fucking bloodbath, huh? Are you really ready to hurl up your guts?"

"I've got a real strong stomach, Donny. Besides, if it's about you, I'd really like to know. I'd like to know everything there is to know about you, my sweet." I put my hand on his right leg stump and gently squeezed it and rubbed him soothingly, feeling the still incredible musculature of that magnificent truncated thigh.

He moved one of his hands from behind his head and gently and so soothing stoked my cheek, down my neck and onto my chest. He moved the back of that handover one of my nipples and I went wild again with lust for this man's body. I leaned in to give him and big kiss and he put his hand behind my head and drew me toward him. He held my lips tightly against him. The kiss was deep, passionate and very loving. I adored being with this man. I could not believe my continuing good luck.

"You're great, you know? Really great! Maybe the most u-u-understanding guy I've ever met." He rubbed his fist on his eyes. "Most guys I've had sex with after…a-after the accident…preferred to have sex in the dark…and…and then I never saw them again."

I moved my hand from his stump to his pubic thatch and rubbed it very lightly. I could feel (and see) his cock beginning to swell and it made me very happy to know that Donny had accepted my love and the attention I wanted to lavish on his body. "Not me! I want to see everything there is about you."

He smiled and blew me a lovely kiss.

He leaned back on the pillows again and put his hands behind his head. "It's not that complicated a tale. I got out of high school -which was still another military academy, by the way. Notice I don't say graduated; I was given a diploma and asked to leave as soon as possible. So I had nothing to do. I couldn't go home, so I stayed up in New England and got a job on a construction site during the day and in a fast food joint at night. They only wanted brawn. The money was enough for me to live on and to be able to afford a gym membership and to go out drinking on the weekends. I worked out every day, was able to maintain my strength and stamina despite eating poorly - from sheer stupidity more than from the lack of funds.

"I was driving back from a session at the gym; it was late, about 11 o'clock and it was raining heavily. And I was very tired after a very long day of work and the strenuous workout I just had. The rain was really driving and I had trouble seeing. I was trying to follow the yellow line down the middle of the road; my headlight picked it up and it was right in front of the bike. But when there was an oncoming car the reflection from its headlights would make the line impossible to see.

"So I go around this curve faster than I should've and I suddenly feel the wheels of the Kawasaki are slippin' like mad. And there are these very bight lights coming at me and they blinded me and I felt the bike continuing to slip in the direction of the oncoming lights and…and…and then…terrible, terrible pain."

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly as he began to sob almost out of control. I tried to calm him down some but knew that it was better if he cried it out.

When he got somewhat composed, he looked at me. "You gotta realize, Cam, that this is the first time I've ever relived that night…first time…sayin' it out loud." He put his head back onto my shoulder and wept some more.

A few more minutes of sobbing and he took a few deep breaths and sighed. "Just as well. I really needed to get it out…all of it. Been only eight months - not even." He stared into my eyes and smiled slightly. "What a fucked up mess I've become. What a pathetic whiner. What a sorry excuse for a man I am. What a fuckin' sorry-assed baby!"

I shook my head. I kissed him strongly on his quivering lips. "Don't say that. Please Donny, don't say that. 'Cause when you say those things about yourself you're also saying negative things about me…since I'm here with you and I want to be with you so much…so very much."

He smiled broadly. The strength and affection in that smile warmed my whole body.

"Gettin' back to the episode then. The next thing I know I'm in what I take to be hospital. There's no one around -just machines and dull greenish lights. I sort of feel like I'm floating; I cannot feel my body. I look from side to side and a nurse comes in. She looks like she's doing something and then leaves. I have no idea of time. There're no windows in the place.

"Then some guy who seems to be a doctor comes in and sits by my bed. When I look up at him, I also see my mom standing in the doorway. 'Shit!' I think. 'This must be pretty fuckin' bad to make her come all that way to see me.'

"The doc has his best bedside manner goin'. He takes my hand and starts talkin'. He says I've been in a very bad accident. They had to amputate both my legs - no way of savin' them. It was quite a mess and the EMTs had difficulty getting' me out from under the truck. Lost lots of blood. All of this happened five days ago; I've been out of it since then.

"Then his manner gets even more oily. He tells me they had to do additional surgery on me. I had a spleenectomy, repairs to my intestines, bladder and bowels. I had a temporary colostomy. This panics the shit gutta me- I know my fuckin' bowels aren't working right! Then he gets very quiet and look over at my mom and nods his head.

"'Son,' he says in a very grave tone while he is having great difficulty looking me in the eye, 'you also sustained damage to you genitals.' I thought I was going to fuckin' faint. I started breathing heavily and panting and I could feel my eyes filling with tears.

"'My g-g-genitals?' I whined. 'You mean my c-cock and…and balls?'"

"He nodded."

"'W-w-what…h-h-happened?'" I could barely find my voice and felt myself choking on my own saliva.

"'Your…uh…your scrotum was torn open by the force of the accident. After some difficult micro-surgery by one of the best doctors in…'

"'Just fuckin' say it! And stop pissin' and fart in' around!' I screamed.

"'Your scrotum had to be removed and also one of your testicles.' He said this rather quickly.

"I had difficulty catching my breath and felt like my guts were gonna explode. 'You mean I have only one nut and no bag?' I managed to get out. He nodded. I started hyperventilating and the doc calls in a nurse.

"'What about my dick?" I ask almost afraid of the answer I'd get.

"'Your penis is quite fine; we only needed to take a few stitches to close the lacerations.'

"'A few?' What's a few?" I said in a very sarcastic voice.

"'Twenty-two.'

"I let all this sink in. 'Jesus Fucking Christ! A cripple and an eunuch! What luck! What fuckin' luck! Nineteen years old and my fuckin' life is over!'"

"'We relocated your…uh…your remaining, undamaged testicle into the fleshy part of your groin. Since they were both very large I think that enough testosterone…er…hormones will be produced to permit normal sexual function and maintain your musculature…although I think you will probably be sterile.'

"Who the fuck cared about babies at a time like that! I was rocked! I was totally bonkers! I was totally fucked! I started beating my fists on the bed and then on my chest and even on my stumps. The physical pain I was creating was nothing to the psychic pain I was feeling.

"The doc then injects me with something and I sleep for about six hours."

I stroked his leg stumps again. I loved them so much - loved him so much - and the expression on his face slowly softened a bit. He even managed to give me a small smile. I leaned in to kiss him and he eagerly returned the passionate embrace.

"All I'd known were sports. Sports were my life. Now I'm a fuckin' gimp and my life is definitely over."

"Donny, please believe me it's not. It just not! I'm here and we've got each other. Think of that, will ya?"

He nodded his head slightly and stared at the ceiling. "If you say so, Cam."

"I do say so."

"I've had enough trauma for a few lifetimes, man. I want some sweet stuff in my life now. Is that too much to start with?"

"No, it's not. And I'm here to provide that sweet stuff for you, my sweet, sweet love." I kissed him again while allowing my hands to roam over his chest - those awesome pecs - and his arms - those incredible biceps.

He whimpered and spoke hoarsely. "I've adjusted to the mobility issue just fine. I'm a jock…hey, there's absolutely nothing physical or sports-wise that I can't handle as well, if not better, than the next guy. It's just…just…I'm so fuckin' ripped about losin' my legs, Cammy, you have no idea…no idea…" He buried his head in my shoulder and really began to ball. I felt so sorry for the guy - this massive, beautiful jock, literally cut down in the prime of his blossoming athletic career.

I continued to cuddle him and he seemed to like it a lot. He quieted down after a few minutes and just sniffled while I held him. I could not believe that I had such a stud in bed with me and he was letting me hold him and touch him. I was getting very needy again and I notice that Donny was too. His cock was standing straight out and leaking. I needed to service it -bad!

I lay him down on his back and begin to lick down his chest, over his nipples and then to his crotch. He has a wonderful manly smell and it's just heavenly. Donny seems to be liking what I'm doing and he is moaning. My experience with guys like Donny is very, very limited and I'm glad he seems to like what I'm doing. I rub one hand over one of his stumps and he jumps, taking in a big breath of air. I love the feel of those stumps - they completely turn me on and the skin feels so soft while I can still feel the muscles remaining in those pieces of leg.

My hand began to play around his crotch - and, boy did that feel intense! Feeling the base of his big dick and feeling nothing under it was too much for me and I reached a climax while squeezing Donny's missing equipment. I shot all over his side and lower belly. I was panting fiercely and fell over next to Donny.

When I opened my eyes he was smiling at me. "Really hot, aren't you?" he said is a soft, sexy whisper.

"Yeah! I'm sorry I shot so fast, but you're so goddamned hot!"

"Thanks, Cammy. Not too many men say that about my body. Not many at all." He smiled again and leaned up to kiss me. We kissed avidly and hungrily. "You know, it felt just great when you played with what's left of my nut bag. And also my stumps."

"Really?" He nodded. "It felt just incredibly great to me too." I looked at him with a serious expression. "Can I, you know, do it some more?"

He gave me a winning grin. "The pleasure would be all mine, Cammy."

I returned to making love to his body - caressing and kissing and licking his stumps, kissing and sucking that monster cock of his, and most of all, licking and kissing the skin where his ball bag had once been attached to his body. He showed me where his remaining testicle had been relocated to, and I kissed and nibbled at the scar but I couldn't feel his nut.

"Oh, Cammy, this feels so great! Don't stop…don't stop. Keep doin' it! Do it!"

I sucked on his glorious stumps again and he twitched the muscles in them and I got incredibly excited. I returned to his cock (which was longer than his legs, as he had said) and licked and lightly bit the entire length of that glorious shaft. I licked along the scar lines on his fantastic cock - those that took twenty-two stitches to close. Donny was going crazy and rolling his head from side to side and making all kinds of noise. I clamped my lips around the big head of that wonderful rod and began sucking and moving my tongue all around. Donny was pumping out some pre-cum (not a lot I noticed) and I liked the taste. I took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could without gagging; I wasn't adept at deep throating then. I began to do the up and down routine, but when I got to the top each time, I'd lightly bite on the big fat head of that masterpiece of a dick.

Donny's body was almost in frenzied motion. His stumps were kicking up and down and grazing and rubbing the sides of my head; they felt so, so great! He put his hands behind my head to force me to take more of his dick but I couldn't. I nibbled at the head with my teeth and he came like rolling thunder. His first two shots were incredible and shot right to the back of my throat. But then he just dribbled the rest out onto my tongue.

I swallowed what Donny had given me and quickly returned to lay next to him and to hold him. He had a small smile on his face and he seemed happy. He was breathing deeply and I was thrilled just to watch that magnificent chest rising and falling.

When he spoke, it was in a deep, guttural voice. "Cammy, that…that was magnificent…just so magnificent. I've never felt better in my life…I think. I know it's the best I ever had since my legs have been gone." I smiled and kissed him. "I know nobody's played with my stumps so good. It felt totally awesome!"

I cuddled into his big strong arms and he held me tightly while kissing my face and shoulders. "I love your twinky body, Cammy. I just love all these smooth muscles and no hair. It really turns me on."

"Honest, Donny?"

"Honest, Cammy!" He gave me a great, passionate kiss again.

"A lotta guy think my body is…is just funny looking for a guy my age."

"I disagree with them. You've got a great body…and a beautiful dick, if I may say. Would you like to fuck me now?"

I was really startled by his last question. I though he would want to fuck me and not the other way around. "Don't you want to fuck me Donny? I thought that's what you'd want."

"Can't." He rolled over onto his back. "My dick's completely soft, see? I can only get off once a night…or day. Nut is really under active in the hormone department. Sorry Cammy. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure Donny."

"So, do you want to?"

"Sure…if it's okay with you." He smiled, raised himself and gave me a kiss. I got a bit panicky when Donny said he wanted me to fuck him. I'm so often the bottom I practically forgot what to do.

Donny saw my uncertainty and pulled me down to him. He kissed me and then began moving his mouth and tongue all over my body. It felt wonderful especially when he started slowly moving one of his stumps over my crotch. This fuckin' sent me up the wall. He was stroking that muscular stump so lightly and delicately over my cock that I thought I'd explode right then. But Donny knew how to control things. He didn't let me go over the edge. Donny knew what I loved and knew how to give it tome.

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