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This is a love story between two men; one is seriously handicapped. It contains detailed scenes of sex between these two men.
OLYMPIC CHAMP Written by Cameron Nelson I really dont 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 thats why I feel so down from it all. I know I havent 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. Thats what it was. No other way to describe it. Its 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 guys 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 Garys family was really loaded. Im 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. Im exclusively gay and I generally prefer young boys. Okay? This is my preference. I dont tell you what to do, so dont tell me! Anyway, the first night in the Miami area we decide to drive over to South Beach. Wed all heard of the place and wed 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, its 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 beautys 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 devine. He was wearing a navy blue warm up suit with the legs shortened and sewn closed; his leg stumps were covered quite snuggly. 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 Id say four or five inches long. I could also see the large bulge from his package. This looked awesomely enormous! Im 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 Im built exactly the opposite of him. Im thin tall and strong, but thin. I didnt think that hed 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. Id like you to. You wont break me. Ive 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 high school 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 couldnt concentrate on any school stuff. I just couldnt! I couldnt even sit still in class - bad behavioral/juvenile disobedience probs. I kept jumping up, going to the boys room, making sounds to distract the other kids everything that is unacceptable in class. Even when I told to sit still I couldnt 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 hadnt 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. Thats 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. Thats 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 abdominals and these are my residuals. Yes, they are, Donny. And I think Id 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. Thatd 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 dont think I got very much sleep. Im sure Donny didnt either. I woke up the next morning sleeping with my head on Donnys 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. Theyre 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 Ive 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 havent 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 Im in love, he said rather dreamily while looking at Fred Youre 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 dont drink lots of orange juice in Florida youre 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. Thenk 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 a 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. Im not built the way he is no screaming pecs or full to bursting biceps. Im more of the type that people would call a twinkie Im 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 Donnys great package of gear, I just stared. I couldnt 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 snuggly 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 didnt 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 Id be compelled to do the academic shit. I couldnt 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 didnt 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 thats 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. Ive 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 façade 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. Im just very l-l-lonely. I just cant 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 didnt 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 Id 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 Ill 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 thats 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 Donnys 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. Theyre 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 doesnt you know, doesnt give the willies it doesnt 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, Im 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 mans perspiration, made me woozy. He total maleness was practically overwhelming. I could live forever with this man this mans 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. Thats 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 were 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. Donnys 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 Donnys 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 Donnys 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 wouldnt I want to? Well, its not a pretty sight whats 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 didnt 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 havent been been with many men before before tonight, Cam. Im just so fucking ripped about losing my legs you have no idea how it has fucked up my head. So, please please understand what Im 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 Donnys 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. Donnys races were scheduled to begin at 2 PM. 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 kids 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 hes 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 oclock), 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 didnt know for sure but only knew that Id never experienced anything remotely like it before, And yet strangely and unexpectedly, all that was going through my mind was something that Donnyd said to me in the car on our way to the dorms.. Remember Cam, remember what youre goin t see. Everything everything youll see there today will be gimp events. Youre gonna see lots of guys jammin their lives out like some fucked up insects who dont 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 theyre doin is important or that it matters. But it doesnt matter at all. Not at fuckin all! Donny, thats very cruel. Very cruel of you to say something like that. Im surprised you would say that. And Im sure its not true either. But it is true. Its very true. Its like each of these guys has to prove that hes still enough of a man to do what they do and prove that even though theyre missing limbs or crippled or dwarfs .whatever that they can still do something that the average schmuck cant do. Waitll you see the guy with no legs throw the javelin or the swimmers with no arms; well I dont think youll see the swimmers today cause theyre in a different area. He stared at me intensely. They gotta prove theyre still men despite what theyre missin. I was really getting annoyed with his pompous and downright shitty attitude. And whats your reason Donny? Why do you compete? We know what youre missin! Dont we? I now know all that youre 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 shouldve kept my eyes on the road). No I dont, 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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, Im gonna be honest with you. Im gonna say something and tell you something Ive 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 didnt 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 havent 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 Im goin t fall over on my face or worse fall over on my back. Thats 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 didnt 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. Doesnt that piss you off completely? He looked at me and his eyes became moist. Ill tell you, it did at first. It really did. I couldnt understand how you could be enticed by this body. Now? No, now it doesnt 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 doesnt 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 Donnys 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. Theyre hideous and repulsive and I just fuckin hate em. Okay, so Im a crazy person, Donny. What can I do? This is the way I am and Im 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 Im crazy about you all that you are and all that youre 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. Donnys 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 youve 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 Donnys 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 Donnys entire cock and believe me, it was a donger and a half! It was a monster big, thick and really, really tasty looking. Donnys cock had to be at least ten inches long, maybe more, because mine was seven and his had to be at least three inches longer. And it was very thick, as opposed to mine that was rather average (well, maybe less than average) in thickness. Donnys 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 strange something very strange 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 Donnys 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 didnt 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 mustve seen the expression of horror on my face and how I began breathing heavily, like I was in a panic, because he immediately said, Okay! Okay! Dont freak out on me now Cammy. I know what youre thinkin. Just dont fuckin freak out on me now! End of Installment 1 - Continued In The Very Next Part (Please send all comments and thoughts to [email protected])
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