The Team

Mike and I have been friends since we were sixteen, lovers since we were 19 and we've lived together since we roomed together in university. He's a very special person. Not only is he beautiful physically with his thick shoulder-length blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a face that looks five years younger than he really is. His body is very finely tuned and in very good shape. His legs are especially strong since he is a soccer player. He's been playing soccer since he was about six years old. It's something he loves passionately. I do everything I can to attend every game he's in. I love to watch him running the length of the pitch, his blond locks flowing behind him and his strong legs pumping furiously.

There is more to Mike however, than his physical beauty. He is a very warm caring and sensitive person. He doesn't hesitate to put someone else's needs ahead of his own. It is this quality that attracted him to me. Sure, I will admit I love his body but a relationship needs to be more than physical if it is to succeed. With Mike it's possible to just cuddle with him and talk. Our best times together have been such occasions when we'll cuddle on the living room sofa and talk until the early hours of the morning.

Our lives together changed one spring day when we were 22. The change was dramatic but it strengthened us and we came out better for it. Although the university soccer season didn't start until September the team would be formed in the spring and would compete in exhibition games with other schools and in some charity games. The goal was to promote soccer and to help the guys keep in game shape for when the competitive games started. On this particular day there was a game with another local university. The second half was just under way and there was no score. Even though the game held no meaning, it was a very competitive match. The ball was at mid-field when it was headed by one of the players. As the ball came toward Mike, he started into one of the moves he's famous for. He leapt into the air and with his body parallel to the ground, he began to execute a bicycle kick, which would send the ball over his body in the direction of the opposing goal. This day however, it would go terribly wrong. As Mike leapt up for the ball, so did an opposing player. Since Mike had leapt first, he was above his opponent. When the other player reached for the ball, the calf of his right leg smashed into Mike's right leg. The sound of snapping bones was horrifying. But it would get worse. Both players came down together and hit the ground with a tremendous impact. The already broken bones in Mike's leg were damaged even further. When both players hit the ground, their anguished screams and cries of agony stunned the spectators into a horrified silence. Even from the stands where I sat, it was a gruesome sight. I leapt out of my seat and rushed toward the pitch. Already I could see the players turn their heads away from the scene of tangled and broken legs.

Much to the credit of the paramedics who were on the scene in minutes, the boys were separated and put into ambulances very quickly. Naturally, I went with Mike. Although it was only a six-minute ride to the hospital, it seemed to take forever. Mike was crying and in severe agony. Even the slightest jarring of the ambulance sent waves of pain throughout his body. When we reached the hospital, Mike was wheeled directly to surgery. Moments after arriving, the other player arrived and he was taken to a second operating room. The long wait was agonizing.

Finally the surgeon came out to me.

"How is he doc?" I asked.

"The leg is very badly broken. We've managed to restore circulation, which had been cut-off when one of the fractures severed an artery. We've begun the process of reconstruction but we have a long way to go. In two days we'll operate again and then re-evaluate the situation."

"Can I see him?"

"Right now, he's in recovery. I'm going to keep him heavily sedated for the next few days. That will prevent him from moving and causing him extreme discomfort. When we move him to I.C.U. in about three hours, you'll be able to see him for a few minutes."

When I was led to his bed, I was shocked by what I saw. There were tubes running into each arm from bags of clear liquid hanging on poles above him. His leg, which was in traction, was black and blue from the knee to the tip of his toes. His beautiful face was a white as the sheets he lay upon. I gently took one hand in mine, careful not to disturb the tube and needle inserted in the back of his hand. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Two days later he underwent nine more hours of surgery and four days after that he endured another six-hour operation. Two days after his last surgery he was moved into a standard room in the orthopedic ward and the doctor came in to talk with him. Mike asked me to stay.

"Mike, I'm going to very up front with you. Your leg is in very rough shape. I've managed to restore and maintain circulation, which is a good sign. Your tibia and fibula, which are the bones in your calf, have been badly shattered. I've managed to reconstruct them to a large degree. You have so many plates and screws in your leg, it probably weighs five pounds more than when you came in here. You will need more surgery on it in the future before you're going to be able to walk again. Right now though, I feel your leg has been through enough. I'm going to keep you in traction for three more weeks. Then, as long as everything is good, I'll cast it and send you home. In about 14 weeks, I'll have you back for more surgery. While your prospects for walking again are good, I'm afraid your soccer days are done. Your leg will never stand the pounding of any running sport again."

I did the best I could to comfort Mike over the next three weeks. After two weeks the bruising had faded and his leg had a pink shade again. There was a long scar, which ran the full length of his calf. When he was out of traction, he was put in a hip-to-toe plaster cast. After three days he was fitted with crutches and four days later he was released. It took him another week before he was strong enough to return to classes.

Mike on crutches with his plastered leg hanging in front of him was a sight, which drove me wild. He quickly became very proficient on his crutches. Because he was in good shape before breaking his leg, he was quick to regain his strength and was able to handle his crutches easily. One day as I sat on the front porch of the house we rented, I watched as Mike strode confidently up the street. By the time he reached me, I thought I would explode through my jeans. Physically we were very limited in what we could do together. Because of his cast and the discomfort he still felt, we limited ourselves to kissing and jacking each other off.

After he had been out of the hospital for about a month, I said to him, "Mike, I have a confession to make. Babe, I find you so hot and sexy with that cast and those crutches, it's incredible. I get a hard on just picturing you in my mind. Watching you walk so smoothly with crutches drives me nuts."

"Do really think I'm sexy like this?"

"More than you could know. I know it sounds nuts but it's true. I've never told you this before, but I find a guy on crutches a major turn on. Seeing you, as beautiful as you are, with that cast and crutches, makes me so hard, sometimes I think I'll cum in my pants. And knowing that you're going to be on crutches for a while makes me so happy. I mean, I hate to see you in pain and I definitely never wished for this to happen to you but since it has happened, well…"

It was July when Mike when back into the hospital for his second round of surgery. Again it was a long operation and again he was in traction when it was done. Three days after the surgery, Mike was in tremendous pain. The slightest movement or touch to his leg sent bolts of pain through his leg. Tests revealed that the cause of the pain was an infection; specifically, flesh-eating disease. Mike was put into an isolation room and pumped full of massive amounts of antibiotics in an attempt to stop the infection. He was taken to surgery where a large piece of the muscle in his calf and another piece in his thigh were removed. Still, the infection spread. Another operation followed and more muscle was removed. Six days after the infection started, the grave decision was made to amputate Mike's right leg. I asked the doctor where the amputation would be, how high up.

"I don't know. I'm going to try and save as much of it as I can. When I open up his leg, I'll see how far the infection has spread and I'll go from there. At this point, I don't know where that is."

I waited in the waiting room. It was agony. Mike without his right leg. How was he going to take it? What he was facing before was bad enough, but now this. The surgery took more than six hours. When the doctor came to me, I didn't like the look on his face.

"How'd it go, doc?"

He bit his lower lip and sighed before answering.

"I'm afraid I had to go higher than I anticipated. I was forced to take the leg from the hip. When I opened his thigh the infection was about three inches from the hip. I'm just hoping I've stopped it. I've got him continuing with massive amount of antibiotics but we just have to wait and see. The next 48 hours will be critical."

When he left, I slumped in a chair, buried my face in my hands and wept. I felt an emptiness in the pit of my stomach. My poor baby! How would he take the news? I didn't know how we would face something like this. It was totally unexpected.

After a while, I managed to pull myself together and went to Mike's room. Although he was awake, he was still very groggy.

He whispered, "What's left of my leg?"

I hung my head, unable to look him in the eye. "Nothing. They had to take it from the hip."

Tears filled his eyes. I couldn't hold him, so I simply sat on the side of his bed and laid my head on his chest. We cried together until he fell asleep. I tried to go home but I couldn't. So with the help of the nurses, I kept a vigil beside his bed through the night. For the next few days, Mike drifted into and out of sleep. I didn't leave his side. Finally the doctor came in with some news.

"Mike, the infection is gone. There's absolutely no sign of it at all."

Mike smiled weakly. I thanked the doctor. He moved to Mike's side and putting his hand on Mike's said, "Look, Mike, I'm sorry I had to take your leg but I just didn't have any choice. I wish I could have done something else but there weren't any options left to me."

Mike squeezed his hand and simply said, "It's OK. I'll be fine."

It would take another two weeks before he was strong enough to get out of bed. Mike did surprise me though. He accepted his amputation better than I thought. One day he said to me, "Are you still going to think I'm sexy now that my leg is gone?"

"Of course I do. Oh, Mike, I never wanted for this to happen. I would do anything if you could get your leg back. But I'm not going to abandon you just because you've lost a leg."

For the next few weeks, Mike endured a lot of therapy. He had to strengthen his leg and relearn using crutches. Now it was harder for him to walk with crutches. On the day I brought him home from the hospital, we drove past a park where some guys were playing soccer. As he watched them, a single tear rolled down his cheek. For the first two months after his release, I would take him daily to physical therapy. While he worked out, I would go down the street and sit in the Internet café. One day I made an interesting discovery.

When Mike was finished with his therapy, I lead him to the café. We sat in a corner and I brought up a web site. It was dedicated to people who loved the sight of guys missing a limb.

"Wow! You mean there are actually guys who would find me attractive because I'm missing my leg?"

"You bet, babe. And do you know what? I'm one of them. You know how I told you before I thought you were sexy with that cast on? Well, since the first day I saw you after they had taken your leg, I thought you were even more beautiful. I don't know why, but seeing you on crutches with a single leg, turns me on even more. I can't wait till you're healed and we can make love together."

"Man, are you serious or are you just yanking my chain?"

"Babe, I am very serious. You're even hotter to me now than before you lost your leg."

Until Mike was ready to make love to me again, the best I could do for him was to jack him off as often as I could. Although his hip wasn't fully healed, I could arouse him simply by running my finger lightly over the spot where his leg used to be. One day as we lay naked on the sofa, my fingers gently touching his soft cool hip, he said to me, "Doesn't that turn you off? I mean it's so ugly."

By way of a reply, I lowered my head and kissed him on the hip. Then, with my tongue, I licked the entire site. As I did so, he began to 'rise' to the occasion. I maneuvered myself further down. I to put my face next to his hard penis and felt it stroke my cheek. Turning my head, I licked the bottom of the hard member until I felt the warm drippings of pre-cum on my face. I then took him into my mouth. He lay back and moaned contentedly. I did all the work. For the first time in months, he exploded in my mouth. When he did, I released him and started to spread his warm juices on his missing hip.

Then it was Mike's turn. As I lay on my back, he began to service my rock hard dick. With his mouth fully around me, he began to rub his tongue underneath my penis. He was a master at bringing me nearly to a peak and then easing off, thus prolonging the experience. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and I exploded in his mouth. Then he let go and shifted himself so that we were face to face and he began to lick my face. He spread my warm cum over my face then began to kiss it. It was the first time since Mike had first broken his leg that we had done anything more than jack each other off.

"Do you still think you're ugly?"

Babe, I could never have done that or let you do what you've done if I was turned off by any part of you. Mike, to me you're still beautiful."

The second site I found on the web involved amputee soccer. It was amazing to look at photos of singled-legged guys on crutches actively playing soccer. Not just kicking a ball around, but actually playing the game. I looked to see if I could find a local team. I found that there was a group of six amputees locally who were looking for additional members. I suggested to Mike that we contact them and set up a meeting with them. Mike studied the site for a while before finally agreeing.

The following Saturday afternoon I drove Mike to a park on the other side of town. As we headed toward the soccer pitch, I could see several guys on crutches running on the field. When they had spotted Mike they stopped and came over to meet him. For the first time Mike felt comfortable and he wasn't self-conscious about his appearance. Each of the players used forearm crutches and five of the six were AK amputees. Each wore a black soccer shoe, black soccer shorts and a red soccer jersey. We were warmly greeted by each of the players. A beautiful RAK named Rob asked Mike about his soccer experience. Then we were invited to watch them play. It was amazing to both of us how strong and graceful these young men were. Before long they had invited Mike to join them on the field. Mike was limited in his movements because of the jeans that he wore. After about 10 minutes they all came off the field together.

Rob asked, "So, Mike, what do you think?"

Mike had a huge smile on his face. "I love it. I'd be honored if you'd consider letting me play."

"Of course you can play. We meet every Saturday afternoon for a two hour workout and practice and on Monday's and Wednesday's we meet in the evening for a one hour workout. Think you can work that into your schedule?"

"You bet! I can't wait."

"That's great. Look why don't the two of you hang around a bit? I'm going to take a quick shower and change then we can go get a drink."

Fifteen minutes later, Rob approached us. He was now wearing a sandal on his foot, a pair of the shortest and tightest cutoffs possible and a tight white T-shirt. His short round stump hung below the end of his shorts. Man, was he ever hot!! We went to a bar across from the park, ordered a couple of pitchers of beer and sat at a booth. It was great watching everyone staring at the two gorgeous looking amps as they crossed the floor to the booth.

When we sat down, Rob said, "There is one thing I need to tell you, Mike. I need to be up front with you because if it bothers you I need to know. Jason, he's the AK with the long stump and me, we're both gay. Do you have a problem with that?"

Mike smiled and put his hand on mine. "Of course not. So are we."

Rob breathed a sigh of relief.

Mike said, "Are you two lovers?"

"No, Jason has a partner but I'm still looking."

I said, "How can someone as hot as you not have a partner?"

Rob cast his eyes down and said, "I'm not really hot. Not since my accident. I had a lover but once he saw my stump, he walked out on me. He said he couldn't look at my stump and it would turn him off. Since then, I've been pretty much alone."

As Rob hung his head I looked over at Mike and he smiled and nodded. I shifted closer to Rob and put my arm around his shoulder.

"Why don't you come home with Mike and me? We'd love to have you stay with us for a while."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. I mean you don't even know me."

"I know you're a great looking guy whose in need of some lovin' and that's all that matters."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Hell, yes."

He looked at Mike and then me. Putting his arms around us, he smiled and said, "You guys are the best."

I moved my hand down and placed it on his stump. It was firm and smooth. I ran my hand over it and found the indentation of his closure scar. I traced it with my finger. As an added measure, I moved my hand to his crotch and felt the hard bulge in his shorts. When I did, I leaned over and grabbed a quick kiss. His clean shaven and youthful face was soft.

After dinner that evening, the three of us stripped and sat naked in the living room. For the first time I had a good look at Rob's stump. It wasn't more than four inches long. At the end of it was a white 'Y' shaped scar.

I gently traced the scar and said, "Can I asked what happened?"

Rob said, "I went out drinking with a couple of buddies one night and then got behind the wheel of my Jeep. I guess I blacked out because the next thing I remember is waking up just seconds before I ran into a tree. The next thing I knew was I was looking down and I could see my leg lying on the floor. I managed to remove my belt and tie it around my stump before I passed out again."

I put my arms around him and held him tightly. Mike sat on the other side and put his arms around him as well. Then Rob asked Mike about his missing leg. As Mike related the story, I got up and headed to the kitchen. I returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. I knew at this point that it would probably be a wine drinking and talking night and not a love making night. I was pretty cool with that. I knew that sometimes it was more important to talk than to act. This was one of those times.

At about 1:30 in the morning, Mike excused himself and went to bed. Rob and I continued to talk for a while. I found myself looking into Rob's blue eyes and wanting to do more than hold him. I drew him towards me and began to kiss him on the lips.

Rob whispered, "Won't Mike be upset if he finds out about this?"

"Of course not. That's why we invited you here. We each want to make love with you. You're a hot sexy guy who needs loving and that's what we wanna do. Are you OK with that?"

"Yeah, I guess. I've never had two guys want me at the same time though."

Although I initiated things, Rob quickly took charge and it was simply wonderful. We made long deep and passionate love twice that night then fell asleep in each other's arms. I was awakened by a kiss on the cheek. It was Mike. I awoke to find the Rob wasn't beside me.

"Where's Rob?"

"Upstairs taking a shower. Go on upstairs and join him and then when you're done come on back down and I'll have brunch ready."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost noon."

When I reached the shower, I found Rob standing on his muscular leg, his crotch lathered with soap and his dick standing straight out. I quickly got in and took his hard member in my hand. As I did, he put his arm around me and drew me to him. Our lips came together and we kissed passionately. If it wasn't for the hot water, I'm sure we could have steamed up the mirror in the bathroom on our own. I rinsed the soap from his crotch, got on my knees and with the hot water pouring over me, I took his hard cock in my mouth and gave him pleasure. Rob balanced himself with one hand holding the safety bar in the shower and the other on my head. After helping him out of the shower, I wrapped a thick towel around his waist and led him to the bedroom. I dried him off paying special attention to his stump. When he was dried off, I tied the gold towel around his waist like a skirt. He then slipped his strong arms into the sleeves of his crutches and we headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Mike had a beautiful meal waiting for us: scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and a pot of hot coffee. Rob and I ate ravenously having worked up a huge appetite from our lovemaking.

When we had finished, we sat back to enjoy our coffee.

"Mike, you've got yourself a fantastic partner here. Thanks for sharing him with me. For the first time since my accident, I feel whole again. I wondered if I would ever make love again."

Mike replied, "He is pretty good isn't he. I know he's helped me in a lot of ways too. I don't know what I'd do without him."

For the rest of that day, we discovered how much stamina Rob had. On three separate occasions Rob made love first to me and then when I got tired he rolled over and made love with Mike. He seemed insatiable.

When Monday evening rolled around we got into the car and drove to a gym located near the park where the team played soccer. I managed to work up a sweat just seeing seven amps working out together. Maybe it was just a bias on my part but to me, Mike and Rob were the two hottest looking guys there. Of course, the other five were still good looking amps.

There was Jason, who was missing his right leg about two inches above the knee. Kevin was missing his left leg at mid-thigh. Anthony had lost his left leg at the hip. Matthew was a congenital amputee. He was born with a small appendage where his right leg should have been. And finally, Pete had a tiny stump where his right leg should have been. All of them were there with their forearm crutches. Only Jason wore a prosthetic leg but that was he wasn't with the team.

As the summer turned to fall, the team played a few exhibition games against able-bodied teams. Rob continued to live with us. He proved to be as good a conversationalist as he was a love-maker. The three of us developed a very strong friendship.

One Friday evening in late October, Mike and I found Rob to be rather morose. At first we couldn't get a response to our questions. Finally, Rob revealed that it was the second anniversary of his accident. He had been reflecting on his life since the accident.

"You know, I've made a discovery that bothers me. I don't know what I should do about it, if anything."

"What's that?" asked Mike.

"Well, when I first lost my leg, I went through all the usual stages: anger, denial and all that stuff. But now it's different."

"In what way?" I asked.

"All this week I've been thinking about things and you know, I think I actually enjoy having only one leg."

Mike asked, "What makes you say that?"

"I'm not sure. I mean I'm not self-conscious about my stump any more. In fact I like to show it off. I like being the center of attention and I don't mind answering questions from people who ask about my leg. I even like using crutches."

"What's wrong with any of that?"

"I don't know. I mean is that stuff Ok? Is it normal?"

Mike answered, "I don't know what normal is but I do know something: since meeting you and the other guys on the team, I feel the same way. I figured that my life was essentially over after they took my leg but you guys have shown me that life doesn't end just because you lose a leg."

Mike put his arm around me and continued: "And thanks to this guy here, I still feel loved. And now I feel proud to be an amputee."

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