Paul and Bob
Six years ago, when I lost my right hand on a harvest machine at my parent's farm, I thought that it would be the worst thing that could ever happen to someone. The pain was extreme, and I had phantom pain for more than one year, my fingers would burn or have cramps and there was nothing that I could do to relieve it...
I was also very ashamed of my stump, I would stay nude at the mirror, with my right arm hidden behind my back and in front of I could see a 20 years old, very good looking guy, with all the muscles in the right place, a perfect stud, but when I looked down to my arm I often started to cry, and never showed my stump in public, always using long sleeves and the stump hidden inside a pocket.
I had a pure horror of those steel hooks, and so I tried to wear a cosmetic hand, but it was so clumsy and looked more like a corpse's hand, so in a few weeks it went onto the wardrobe top and remains there until today.<br>
About one year after this accident I meet Bob. As a matter of fact, we had already exchanged glances for a few times before in a restaurant where we used to have lunch.
A very beautiful man, he was the type of man who cared about every detail of his clothing, his golden hair always neat trimmed, and the most important, he was very gentle and knew exactly how to involve me with tender words that tasted much like honey.
On our first encounter, he started speaking about my stump on a such tender and easy way, that in matter of minutes, he was caressing it and convincing me that I had not to be ashamed for being different.>
Soon we were living together and I discovered the term "devotee", at first I was shocked, but then I got used with the idea to the point of start using short sleeves and never hid my stump again.
Since the beginning of our relationship, I usually played bottom, and he loved when I used my stump to jack him off; I would massage his cock with the stump and he would hit the ceiling with a wad of cum. Rubbing this buttocks with my stump while I was sucking his cock, also would lead both of us into overdrive. We lived in a perfect honeymoon for about four years and then a real tragedy struck upon us:
I woke up in a strange room, with white walls and a big window with the sun shining behind a tall oak tree. Feeling my mouth very dry and all my body aching, I thought, -"Well, this time I really drank too much, I can't even recognize where I am, all I can remember is coming out from Millie's Bar just past midnight and driving home through the IE 51".When I looked to the left and saw one empty bed, I thought of Bob, who was with me that night, as he always did, he wanted to drive , but he was drunker than myself, so I told him to go to the other seat and try to sleep.
I don't know how long I stayed there staring the ceiling and trying to organize my mind, because I also was slightly dizzy. Then my nose started itching and I went to scratch it with my left hand, but not happened, I used to have "sleeping arms" when I slept over them, so I didn't bother me and I tried it again with my right arm stump , but again I couldn't do it. Then I looked down and couldn't believe what I was seeing, instead of arms and legs, just four small stubs and flat sheet bed. I screamed in horror and passed out...
When I woke up again, there was a doctor, a nurse and Bob by my side, I still was thinking that everything was a terrible nightmare, when Bob start speaking about the accident, when we collided with a big truck. I stayed in ICU for two months, and afterwards I was kept sedated one more month. Although I was drunk, the accident wasn't my fault, the truck had a locked wheel and crossed the road, hitting us. I just couldn't avoid the crash. As result, I lost all my four limbs and Bob had his hip and both legs badly broken. The doctor tried to save his legs for two and a half months, but they couldn't stop the bone infection, and had to amputate his legs and something more....
Since about ninety days was passed since the accident, all my wounds where healed, although the scars still were tender and sensitive. Measuring from the armpit, all that was left of my right arm was a four inches stump, and the left one was still shorter, each stump ending in a neat scar running parallel to my body; and on my legs the devastation wasn't less, just two three inches stumps, and as was done to my arms, the scars where just like two lines where the back and front of my tights joined, giving them a blunt appearance, not ugly, just strange. I must admit that the doctor did a very good job on them.
The first three days were a living hell, I was in total anger and desperation, and all I wanted to do was to commit suicide, but even that I couldn't do by myself. It was terribly humiliating to depend on strangers for everything, from a drink of water to toilets needs.
Eventually, with the help of Bob and others from hospital staff, I started to climb up from the depression zone to acceptance. You can't imagine how difficult was to learn the very basic things, the one that you don't even think to do, as turn around in bed or getting up in a sitting position without any limbs to help you.
It was like if I was glued onto the bed, I would lay on my back and try to turn over my right or left side, and after what seemed minutes of agony I would turn over , but without having balance, I eventually fell on my stomach, totally immobile; and after that, I had to call the nurse to help me in getting on my back again. It took me a long time to discover the right moment at the turning movement when I had to flex my leg stump and held it perpendicular to my body, so I could lay balanced on my side.
Only after my stumps lost the over sensitivity I was able to turn from my stomach to my back, because I had to press them against the mattress to get some impulse.
One of my biggest frustration was not be able to touch my right arm stump with the left one, they were so stiff that was a one inch gap between them. and my back and shoulders were sore from lack of exercise and long time in bed. Embrace myself was my first goal when I started physiotherapy.
After some days of exercise I was able to pick up and grasp any object between my stumps, from a potato chip to a sheet of paper. When a cuff was placed on my right stump, and a special spoon was attached to it, I could eat by myself for the first time since the accident, no one can even imagine the way I felt!
I used to be right-handed before my hand amputation, and then I had to learn writing and eating with my left one, and now, because of the shorter left arm stump I returned to be right-handed, or better saying, right-stumped again
Another annoying thing that was driving me nuts, was not be able to touch my genitals, when I was bathed, or when my stumps were massaged, I always got colossal erections, but the old nurse never said a word about that, she simply ignored it, and never let any room for any questions or discussions. Of course, I began to have wet dreams, and in the morning, when I had my clothes changed, all I ever got was a disgusting look.
During this time Bob, who was in a room next to mine, kept visiting me on a daily basis and every time we had some seconds alone he tenderly caressed my stumps and that made him horny than hell, but I didn't notice the growing of his big basket, which I was longing so much to touch, and play with. I thought that was because of his swollen stumps and the folded pant legs in front of his waist.
I asked him to move to my room, but he told me that the doctors thought that was better for both of us to stay in separate rooms, I didn't agree with him, but accept it, and later I found out the truth:
While I was struggling with the very basics activities of daily living, he was suffering terrible pain since the accident, first with his broken hips and legs and now with the amputations, he was taking strong painkillers, and fighting hard to get off of them, when the painkiller effect stopped, he would cry in desperation. He just didn't want me to see him in so bad situation.
Eventually, the day to come home arrived, and Bob was dismissed a few days before me. He told that he couldn't visit me on the next days because he will have be dealing with the problems about money that we would receive from the insurance company; he said that it would be a lot of money, and with the help of a cuff on my right stump I signed a letter of attorney so he could receive the money for me.
Three days later, at eight in the morning, he entered in my hospital room sitting on a super black and red wheelchair to pick me up. Without telling me a thing, Bob has managed to buy a beautiful adapted van, which he could drive with hand controls, and I was amazed by the way he got into the car, holding one hand in the wheelchair, the other in the car and swinging the torso gracefully into the seat, then he fold the wheelchair and pulled it behind his seat, where it fit neatly and easy to get off.
One nurse lifted me from the wheelchair, placed me on the passenger seat, and Bob fastened my seat belt; to do this, he "walked" on his hands towards myself, and landed literally on my lap, and for the first time my leg stumps touched his still a little swelled stubs and I felt a kind of shriveling going up from my remaining tights to the upper body and I got a erection at once, forgetting my arm amputations, I tried to reach his cock, but all I could do was to wiggle my stumps and nothing happened.
On our way home we talked about our love, he promised that he would never let me, but seemed uncertain about my feelings, and only after I assured him that I would rather die than left him, that he seemed a little more confident.
As we were talking, my horniness grew to an unbereable level, so I begged him to stop and give me a cock workout, otherwise I would faint. He drove into a quiet street, parked the van and as soon as he pull down my shorts and touched my hard cock I exploded into a mammoth orgasm, expelling a fountain of glorious white cum so strong that it reached the windshield.
We kissed each other, I caressed his face and chest with my arm stumps, but when I tried to bend myself to reach his cock, I lost balance and fall into his arms, he lifted me tenderly, kissed my cheek, fastened again the seat belt and returned to his seat without a word.
We were driving home in silence, when I noticed that we had passed the point when we had to turn right to get the street where our apartment was located, I asked if he had forgot where we lived, but he just smiled and drove straight ahead for more ten minutes until he turned left and we reached a lovely quiet street and stopped in front of a large and beautiful house with a ramp leading to a screened porch, and through the shrubs, I could see the hint of a swimming pool.
This is a gift from our "almost killers", he said with a smile, and took the remote control from the glove compartment to open a big garage, where three cars could easily park side by side. Once inside, he took his wheelchair out, unfold it and swung into easily, telling me to wait a minute. Soon he appeared pushing an electrical wheelchair for me, so I could ride it by using my short arm stump to move a switch placed near my shoulder.
To take me out of the van was a little complicated, he went to my door, ask me to turn my back to him and he pulled me on his lap. He opened his legs as wide as he could so my weight wouldn't injury his stumps scars, still sensitive. I landed with my buttocks touching his groin and he drove his chair to the front of mine, and with his help and some effort I could transfer to my chair; as I am now top heavy, the chair has a seat belt to hold me on in case of lost of balance.
Once inside, he showed me the inside of the house, and told me that I have got five million dollars as payment for my wounds and he got two and a half. So he bought the house, the chairs, the van, and hired one lady to take care of the house, and want me to help him to choose a full time attendant to help us. He had already pre selected 3 persons, two man and one woman, a very beautiful brunette who also was a certified physiotherapist. All of them were waiting for us confortably sitting by the swimming pool, and after interviewing them again, we chose Rose, the woman, (a few days later we found out that she was lesbian).
She went back home to pick up her belongings to move into one of our guest rooms, promising to come early on next day, so Bob had to care of me for the rest of the day.
I was past noon already and both of us were hungry, so we headed to the dinning room, where Bob had my meal cut in small pieces, so I could eat with help of the cuff on my right stump, drinking was not problem, although it was weird to drink wine from a plastic straw! (later I learned how to drink holding the cup between the stumps)
After lunch, we went to know the outside of the house, which backyard ended in a soft white sand of a beautiful beach, and then went back to the house, where Bob suggested to inaugurate the Jacuzzi, big enough to accommodate two normal people, but due to our shortness, it looked like a small pool. My bladder was almost exploding, so Bob found one empty plastic bottle, slipped down my shorts, put it on my dick, and I could relieve myself.
Then he filled up the Jacuzzi with only two inches of warm water, poured some aromatic salts in there, and to my surprise, he took off his T shirt, placed his wheelchair near the Jacuzzi, and slip gracefully into it, with his jeans still on! He asked me to come as near as I could, I did it, then he released my seat belt, and I literally threw myself into his arms. As I landed on him, he lost his balance and both fell, he on his back and I on top of him.
I was still clothed, so he carefully undressed me, first my short and briefs, then my T shirt, then he begun to bathe me, picking up the perfumed warm water with his hands and pouring it over my shoulders, the feeling of water running over my tits was incredible and I was so excited that I was trembling.
As I laid against the tub wall, he gave me the best cock sucking that I have had for years Through my elation, I managed to say, "please take off your jeans, I need to have you". His face suddenly turned tense, and as he slowly slipped of his trousers, I only saw his balls, a reddish scar and a few pubic hair, his 8 inches long dick was gone! Then he told me that at the accident, one metal scrap just hit him on his groin lacerating his dick so badly that doctors didn't had any choices but amputating it, fortunately, his balls were only lightly wounded, so they could save it and he wouldn't have any hormones problems. His dick was cut off down to the very root, and his urethra was relocated to somewhere between his sac and his anus, forcing him to sit down to pee, even if he got to use artificial legs. He stood on his hands, spread his leg stumps and raised his bottom towards me so I could see the small urethra opening.
Since the accident, he never had an orgasm, so he was in needing terribly to cum, but as he didn't have a cock to stroke, all he had was a pre cum fluid dripping from his piss hole. That was a terrible sin, because not only my stumps would made him horny, but his own ones too, each time he touched them he would "feel" his cock in full erection, but when he lowered his hand to grab it, all he could touch was the scar, it was the same kind of phantom feeling I had when my right hand was amputated years ago, but a hundred times worse. He also was having wet dreams, when he would cum while sleeping, but when he woke up, he was just hornier than before.
The sight of his bare groin, instead of freaking me out, just made me feel still more excited, I wanted so badly to touch the patch where his cock used to be that I simply dove into his direction almost hurting myself as I landed with my head on his groin, first I laid on my side and rubbed his groin with my right arm stump, then I started to massage his balls and finally touched the piss hole. Not yet satisfied, I manage to turn over and began to lick the base of his sac and the small hole, He was so excited that he couldn't move or speak, the pre cum fluid was dripping like a leaking tap.
After some minutes, when he was able speak again, he begged me to fuck him, I tried to satisfy him right there but due to my lack of balance, we could not find any suitable position. He managed to pull his wheelchair closer the tub, locked it and raised himself to it, then I turned my back to him, and with a big effort he raised me on to his chair, just like when I first got out from the van, and we went to our bedroom.
The king size bed seemed monstrous large for us, as Bob leaned the wheelchair against the bed, I threw myself on it and crawled to the center waiting for him.
He carefully put some pillows under my back so I was about half the way between laid down and sitting, tenderly spread lubricating gel on my rock hard cock, and smoothly, went backwards until I entered him completely. When my cock reached his prostate gland, we both came at same time, and it was like as if he was having a seizure, his orgasm was like a volcanic eruption expelling a flood of white lava throughout his piss hole. We were so exhausted that we slept until about eight PM, when the maid knocked on the door, asking if we wanted something to eat.
Bob still naked, slipped down to the carpet and rump walked to the wardrobe, where he got two lycra shorts, almost like the ones we used to wear at the gym , with the difference that this ones had the legs cut so high that they were little more than fancy briefs. With a swift movement he threw them into my direction hitting me on the chest, I managed to catch them with my stumps, and when he came back to bed, I had worn one short in each arm stump.
He took the short out of my left stump, kissed it and I laid on my back raising my buttocks while he slowly slipped up the short from my tight stumps until my waist.
That was enough to give me another erection. "Easy boy, hold on a little", he said, as carefully adjusted my bulging pack into the shorts. Then he laid on his back and put on the other shorts on a quick movement, rump walked to the bathroom and soon come back driving my electrical wheelchair. I rolled to the edge of the bed and Bob help me get into it, He seated on his chair and both of us went to eat, without shirts, wearing only the lycra shorts, with the full extent of our six stumps showing off.