The bar was smoky and crowded. Friday nights always were. There were a lot of guys trying to pick up guys. I was just another guy out to do the same.
A fresh Corona in my hand, I took a sip as I scanned the crowd. Seemed I might have gotten here a little too late tonight. Everyone appeared to be taken. Oh there were some hunks I would have loved to have my hands on, some real Marlboro Man kind of guys with nice bulges in their pants. Well if I don't get lucky, there's always my hand. After all we are good friends and it has just the right touch.
About halfway through my second beer, I noticed a man in the shadows at the far end of the bar drinking alone. Not so bad looking, a little different. He was more of the Burt Lancaster type. You know, strong chin, great eyes, and nice body. He was just my type. I was trying to keep from filling my pants with what I wanted to fill his mouth with. As I watched him, he seemed to pick up on my stare. We made eye contact for a moment, and then he smiled and held up his Corona bottle.
As I made my way towards him, he was stroking the neck of the bottle like he was trying to bring it to a hot orgasm. I wondered if he would treat me like that.
I stood next to him. His hand was still sliding up and down the long neck of the bottle.
"Can I get you another? I'm Robert."
"That'll make it easy to remember. I'm Bob. Sure, I've just finished this one off."
"Did he enjoy himself?"
"What?"
"Just admiring your hand action. Looks like it could be fun."
"Oh. Been doing that to myself a lot lately."
"Me too. We could go to my place and try it on each other."
He said nothing as he stood. Instead he reached below the stool and picked up a pair of crutches. As he walked out into view, I could see he was missing his left leg. The pants leg was trimmed and sewn neatly near his hip.
He noticed me looking. "Hope you don't mind?"
"Never known someone missing a leg."
"It's not so horrible."
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We stood in the living room, hands holding each other's waist. I leaned forward and kissed him, gently at first until he began to respond. I could feel his tongue press against my lips. My mouth opened letting it inside. His hand rubbed against my bulging pants.
"You ARE ready aren't you?"
"This way." He followed me to the bedroom.
We sat on the bed taking our clothes off, neither of us in a real hurry. We both knew why we were here and it would happen soon enough. I stopped as he began to push his pants down. I was curious what his left leg looked like. I had never thought about that before now. It was short and actually much nicer looking than I might have expected. I stared for a moment actually not really knowing what I might have expected.
"Touch it if you like."
I reached over and rubbed my fingers across it.
"It won't break." Bob put his hand over mine and rubbed it firmly over the end of the stump. "That feels very nice. As we rubbed, his cock got even harder, almost like the touch might be erotic to him.
What I wanted to hold was next to the stump. I wrapped my fingers around his lovely cock. It was already standing at attention, so warm and ready. My fingers fondled his balls as my mouth swallowed a few inches of his cock. Oh God did it feel good in my mouth. It was nearly at the start of my throat before I stopped moving my lips down the shaft, there were still a few more inches I could have gone before my lips reached then end of the shaft. I let it slide in and out, not quite to the point of falling out of my mouth, but just until the large ridge of the head rested between my lips. I rubbed my tongue over the tightly stretched piece of skin on the swollen head. This was exactly what I needed tonight, a really nice cock.
"You're about to make me unload in your mouth," he moaned. I had just started and he was already going to cum. I was both pleased and disappointed. I was sure I could get him hard again.
His stump jerked and slapped the side of my face. Something that was unexpected but strangely nice. I let go of his balls and put my palm over the end of the stump. Some to hold it steady, some to rub it, not sure which. It was soft and felt like a buttock or the fleshy part of the back of a thigh.
"I love that!" he yelled.
I didn't pause even long enough to respond or even question what he was referring to. I was so ready drink his cum and I hoped he would shoot 5 or 6 times at least. My lips moved over the ridge of his cock head making popping sounds as they slipped off and then back on it. Bob didn't last more than another few seconds until I felt the white hot ropes of cum slam against the back of my throat, one, two, ... six. He kept shooting. I gulped as fast as he fired. I slid my hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock milking it for every last drop.
My hand was covered with cum and my mouth still coated with the last small shot as I moved so I could kiss and share the juices with him. I held my hand up to our mouths and we took turns licking it clean and rubbing our tongues together. I wrapped my hands around his face and pulled his lips against mine so we could suck on each other's tongues.
Bob pulled himself on top of me; his cock still hard and pressed against my stomach. It felt different with his single leg pressed against one of mine, and my other leg with nothing pressing against it.
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One Saturday morning a few weeks later, Bob suggested that we visit his Dad and Uncle, Frank and Jesse, up in the mountains about two hours away. I didn't know what to expect, maybe a double wide parked on half an acre. As we drove down a long gravel road to the place, I began to suspect I might have been right. A clearing appeared with a nice one-story house, even two nice cars. Not a single pickup. I was floored. I even gave up on meeting two recluses in bib overalls.
As we got out of the car, a handsome man in a sporty wheelchair painted bright red rolled towards us. He was missing both legs. A quick glance made me think he was at least as nice looking as Bob, maybe even more so. I emotionally moved past the lack of legs and was now fixated on his upper body and his muscular arms as I felt my cock filling my pants with its firmness. My tongue was almost ready to dangle from my mouth as I continued to ogle him.
"Robert, this is my Dad."
"Hope Bob is being good to you. Call me Frank."
How about if I call you Daddy and beg you to let me suck you off all night long? Instead I was civil and simply said, "Yes he is. Nice to meet you." All I could think about was pulling him out of that wheelchair and onto the ground so I could fuck him right there; something I was goddamn close to doing. Hell yeah! I was hot for older men and he had my knees weak.
I shook his hand, holding it just a little longer than necessary. I could feel the callous on his palm from pushing on the rims of his wheelchair. His grip was strong and I wondered what his hand would feel like wrapped around another part of my body, one that was now fully erect. I could feel him hold on as well, not quite ready to let go of my hand either.
