It was the summer of 2015, fifteen years ago, when I first saw him. I had become a bit of a recluse since the accident that cost me my legs, and cost my mother her life.

I love our lush gardens and the river that runs through the back of the estate. So Father, trying to make my life as normal as possible, built the winding paths to give me exercise and fresh air.

At first, one of the servants was burdened with the task of pushing me around the garden. But as I grew stronger, I insisted on going it alone.

About a year after the accident, I was wheeling along my favorite part of the estate along the river. It's my favorite because my mother used to bring me here and she would read to me under the shade of a large tree. We would have a picnic basket full of sandwiches and spend the day. When it would get hot, we'd go swimming in the deep, cool river. I was young and thought nothing about swimming with my mom in just my undies. She would do the same, in just panties and bra. I never even considered it as being anything other than swimming with my mom.

I parked my chair at a shaded part of the path and took out my book. I could almost hear my mother's voice in my head as my eyes moved over the pages.

My train of thought was interrupted by a rustling in the thicket along the river bank. The river serves as a natural boundary between our estate and the even larger one next to us. But it's a good distance from any road or trail that someone might accidentally stumble upon it.

My curiosity got the better of me and I wheeled my chair off the concrete path toward the thicket line along the river. It is difficult to push a wheelchair through grass, but I had developed a lot of upper body strength from getting myself in and out of the chair. Besides, I don't weigh much with no legs.

I had to be careful though, because there is a pronounced steep downward slope to the river just at the thicket line. I turned the wheels, taking the chair as close as I deemed safe, set the brakes, and peered through an opening in the the thicket.

It was a boy. A couple of years older than myself, probably around thirteen. Having no friends since the accident, I started to call out to him, when he began taking off his clothes.

Being a hot summer day, I couldn't blame him for wanting to cool off in the stream, I wish I still could. His shirt came off first, and I saw he was very strongly built.

I had become aware of my changing body since the accident, or because of the accident. I now had strong shoulders and arms because of the constant turning of the wheels of the chair. His were even stronger looking.

I had added a few pounds around my middle, though I would hardly say I was fat, and my upper legs and thighs had lost a bit of muscle due to lack of use.

As he removed his pants, I studied his legs. They were equally muscled. I was fascinated by his body. I guess it was mostly envy. He was also tall for his age, with sandy hair that had been been bleached to a pale blonde by the sun. I could see darker hair under the blonde, and it appeared to be rather unkempt and long.

I continued to spy on him, again, mostly out of envy, when he bent and removed his underwear. In the years that Mother and I swam in this exact spot, it never occurred to us to swim nude. Of course why would it with a mother and son.

I was again fascinated to see his still developing maleness. At only eleven, mine was little more than a tube of flesh that was stiff in the morning, and otherwise useless. I had begun to experiment at night, alone in my bed, making it stiff and noticed the unusual feelings this caused.

His was, even from this distance, large by comparison. I instantly wondered how something as tiny as mine, could grow to be like that in only a couple of years.

The boy casually walked to the river's edge and jumped in. He swam effortlessly toward my side of the river, which made me decide to leave. I didn't want to be caught spying on him. That would be embarrassing for both of us.

That night at dinner, I asked Father if old man Grayson had a son.

"Grayson only has two daughters. One by his first wife, that's probably thirty now. And one by his second wife, who's only about a year older than you. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought maybe I'd go over there and introduce myself to him. I'd like to have a friend nearby. But if he doesn't have a son, then there's no point."

"I hear the daughter is quite pretty. You could certainly do worse than marrying into that family. Maybe you should go introduce yourself to her," Father said with a wink.

Father has many fine qualities, but he is a bit of a snob. He doesn't sit well with interlopers marrying outside their class. Even though me marrying Grayson's daughter would certainly be upward movement, he didn't see it that way.

His grandfather and father built our fortune through hard labor. Father now runs the company, and I'm expected to take over in his place when the time comes. Grayson had amassed his wealth himself, and it was far superior to ours. You can not even see the main house from our shared river. I know he has stables and a helicopter pad too. I've seen the chopper coming and going.

I let his comment pass, and didn't mention seeing a boy by the river.

That night in bed, I could only think about the strangers body with more than a little jealousy. Don't get me wrong. I don't make it a habit to wallow in self pity. It is what it is. I lost my legs, I'll survive without them. It was me that insisted that a pulley system be installed in my room so that I could get myself into and out of my chair or bed. I didn't want to rely on a servant for the simplest tasks. This added to my upper body strength as well. Even though I weigh a lot less than the average kid my age, most of them don't have to constantly lift themselves as I have to.

Yet this boy was well built. He was taller, stronger, and nothing but hard muscles. His upper body put mine to shame. And his legs, well I have nothing to compare them with, but they were powerful.

A few days later I saw the boy again. This confirmed he must be from the Grayson estate. How else would he be here, not by accident. The way he stripped down to swim again, showed he was comfortable and familiar with the area as well. I watched him for a while, marveling at his body.

The next day, I went to the old carriage house we use for storage, and brought a few plywood boards with me to lay down, so that I could get to the edge of the thicket easier, and without risking getting my chair stuck in mud or something.

He didn't show up that day, but the next, he was there when I arrived. I watched him swim, then lay on the bank to enjoy the cool breeze. I felt like an intruder, but couldn't take my eyes off him.

I returned to the river every day that summer. Some days I would see him, others not. As summer turned to fall, I continued to spy on him until the weather chilled to the point of discomfort, and I hadn't seen him in days.

For the rest of the fall, and all winter, I thought about him constantly. My unwitting friend. I left school after the accident. I didn't want to be 'that poor kid who lost his legs and mother'. There were no other handicapped students at the private school I attended. Father hired a tutor for me. So my only friend was the boy in the river, even if he wasn't aware of it.

I even dreamed of seeing him glide through the water. His shoulder muscles rippled as they effortlessly pulled him through the swimming hole. I envied his powerful legs, kicking behind him helping to propel his amazing body.

Toward the end of winter, I vowed to make contact with him. It would be my first attempt at making a friend, and I would be starting with one strike against me. No legs.

***

Winter turned to spring, slower than normal it seemed. The first warm day finally arrived and I bound from the house on my way to the river. I approached the bend in the concrete trail, going over in my head how I would introduce myself.

I heard noises coming from the swimming hole, and pushed my chair onto the plywood boards I had placed there the previous summer. As I neared the thicket, the noises sounded more like groaning. I reached the end of my plywood path and leaned toward the noise.

That's when the weather beaten plywood snapped just behind my chair. The wood gave way beneath the chair pitching me forward, causing me to go head over heels, or in my case, head over wheels, down the steep slope, and into the river.

My chair followed my trajectory and landed on top of me. I was struggling to get free of the chair before my lungs lost all oxygen. I felt fingers wrap around my wrist, and pull me upward. With my free hand I reached out and desperately grabbed onto my savior's other arm.

He sat me down on the felled tree on which he squatted to wrest me from the jaws of death. I coughed and sputtered trying to catch my breath.

"I'll let go if you will."

I wasn't sure what he meant until I realized, I had grabbed his very erect cock instead of his arm. It had only felt like an arm, long, thick, and hard.

I let go immediately. "I'm so sorry. I… I… thought it was your arm."

He smiled. "It ain't that big."

He had just saved my life, so I hated to disagree with him, but it was large. And hard. Over the long fall and winter I had become quite familiar with the pleasures of self abuse. It must have been his moans of pleasure I had heard before my unannounced entrance disturbed his own self abuse.

I was now twelve headed for thirteen, but my private moments still ended dryly.

"Damn, man, where are your legs?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. They just upped and walked out on me a couple of years ago," I joked.

He almost fell off the tree laughing.

"What's your name Little Guy?" he asked when he was able.

"Laurence Garrison Everett the fourth."

"Shit dude, who stuck you with that?"

"Laurence Garrison Everett the third of course. Do you live at the Grayson estate?"

"Yeah. My dad is his pilot and chaufer. I keep the horses and stables."

"Well that explains a lot."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're pretty well built, and muscular. Probably because of the hard work."

"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty big."

I looked at his still erect cock. "I'll say. Sorry I uh… interrupted you."

"Did you see what I was doing before you decided to go for a swim?"

"No. I figured it out when my fingers were wrapped around it."

He laughed again. "I'll get your chair," he said and dove in.

Emerging on our side of the river, he carried the chair up the slope and sat it on the concrete path. He returned, his cock, affected by the cool water, had receded some. Still it was impressive as it swung in front of him.

"Mind if I just call you LG? Your name is a bitch."

"That's fine. What's your name?"

"Bobby Drake."

"I'll call you BD." Though I was thinking it referred to his Big Dick rather than his initials.

"I'm afraid your chair is pretty messed up. The cushion is ruined and the rest is covered in mud and slime."

"It can probably be cleaned. Don't worry about it."

"Why don't you have any fake legs?"

"I'd still have to use crutches which are a pain. I don't leave the estate much so the chair is fine."

"What about some of those cool blades, like that Olympic athlete had?"

"You mean the guy that murdered his girlfriend and said it was an accident?"

"Oh yeah. That wasn't so cool, was it?" BD remarked.

"I have thought about them, but like I said, I don't get out much and rarely have visitors. My legs have lost a lot of muscle mass now, so I'd probably have to strengthen them before using prosthetic blades."

"So what do you do all day?" he asked giving his nut sack a little scratch.

"Uh… I like to read, or take a stroll through the gardens. I study with my tutor too," I answered while watching his display.

"You forgot to mention spying on people."

"I wasn't spying on you earlier. I had just arrived when I took a tumble," I said defensively.

"I believe you. But you spied on me a lot last summer."

"I… uh…"

"You're not exactly stealthy in that chair. I noticed movement up there several times. Once I went to investigate, and saw you wheeling around the bend."

I hung my head in shame. I wanted to make a friend today. Instead, I embarrassed myself by falling and needing to be rescued, and I'm humiliated to have been discovered spying on him. Tears began to flow down my cheeks. I had totally blown my chance at having a friend.

"Hey LG, why the tears?"

"I'm so sorry. I know it was wrong of me to spy on you. I came here today hoping to see you so I could introduce myself. And maybe we could be friends."

BD put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. "No reason to cry, Little Guy. I don't let just anybody watch me swim naked all summer."

I became aware of my position. I was looking down directly into his lap. His long appendage was half tucked between his thighs, one goose egg size testicle was pushed up on the left side, like some kind of cancerous growth.

I chuckled slightly through my tears.

"What's so funny?"

"Your ball looks like a tumor."

He looked down. "Ha Ha. Very funny. Oh… shit… I'm sorry. Did you lose your well, I mean anything else besides your legs?"

"If you will notice, I lost my legs below my knees. Everything above the knee is intact."

"Good. I mean that would really suck," BD opined.

"Oh losing ones legs isn't bad then?" I countered.

"Stop being a crybaby. You know what I meant. Yes, losing your legs is horrible, but at least you didn't lose your dick too."

Somehow that did make me feel better for a moment.

"Maybe we should get you home," BD said while picking me up.

"Maybe it would be a better idea for us both to have clothes on when we get there."

"Shit. You're probably right about that. Can you hang here a minute while I get dressed?"

"Did you think I might run away?"

"Smart ass."

As I watched my new friend get dressed, I was still amazed at his body, and I now also felt a strange affinity for his cock, which had been in my hand. It was so different from mine. Of course it was far larger, and from looking at his balls, I would guess they were productive, where mine as yet were not.

I continued to watch the way his meat moved around even after he had donned his briefs. His tee shirt didn't hide anything, and as his pants were pulled up one leg, I could see the tumor like nuts shifting about to make room for the rest of his endowment.

"You look like you've never seen a dick before," BD remarked.

"Not one like that," I responded. The only other one I had seen was my own. It certainly didn't compare.

BD smiled. "I guess it ain't bad for a fourteen year old."

"Not bad even if you're talking about a Centaur," I quipped.

"What's a Centaur?"

"A mythological creature that's half man, half horse. The bottom half being horse."

"I do hang out with the horses a lot. Maybe it rubbed off on me," BD laughed.

"Maybe I should hang out with horses too. Or at least a fourteen year old Centaur."

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. His right hand held me on his shoulder, as he used his left to help steady us climbing up the slope I had tumbled down.

I could have insisted on being left in my chair. I could have easily made it home on my own. But once we reached the chair, BD just grabbed the chair with his left hand, dragging it behind us, as he carried me the whole distance to the house. He chatted away as if he carried a legless boy every day.

I had been admiring his strong body with envy for close to a year. Today I discovered I admired and envied another part of his body too. Along the way, I found him to be quite personable and funny, though not the smartest kid around. Most importantly, so far he didn't appear to be bothered by my disability. Not only unbothered, but not pitying either. He just accepted it.

He basically said 'don't cry about it, at least you still have your dick'. A point of view I hadn't considered before today.

We arrived at the manor and was met by Greta at the door. "Oh my god! What happened to you Laurence?"

"I fell into the river and B… uh Bobby saved me."

"Get those wet clothes off this instant before you catch your death," Greta ordered as she reached out for me.

"Greta! Please. You know I like my privacy."

She had been the first to take care of me till Father hired someone else. Then I began to pitch a fit over my lack of dignity, so Father had the pulley system installed.

"Bobby, could you take me to my room?"

"No problem Little Guy."

At the top of the stairs, I told BD it was the third door on the right. When we entered my bedroom, I instructed him to set me on the floor so my wet clothes wouldn't mess up anything. He sat me on the floor at the foot of the bed so I could lean against it.

I noticed his shirt was wet from carrying me. "Greta can put that in the dryer for you."

"Ok. That'll be cool."

I expected him to remove his shirt and take it to Greta. Instead, he just stood like he was waiting for something. It dawned on me, he was waiting for me to undress.

"I can undress myself," I explained.

"I thought you could," he replied.

"You don't have to help me."

"Oh… I guess you're going to slither on your belly like a snake, over to the closet to get your clean clothes then slither to the tub and into it. Then bathe and dry yourself before slithering out of the tub to dress. Then probably you'll slither downstairs for a snack, all by yourself."

"Shit."

He was right of course. The pulley system was great for getting me in and out of my chair, but that's about it. No chair, no dignity.

BD knelt in front of me. "Look. You spent all last summer spying on me. Today you stared at my dick for the better part of an hour. You even grabbed it when it was hard after I saved your scrawny ass. I think I'm due a little payback, and you're in no position to argue."

He wasn't being cruel or evil. In fact he had a sort of 'gotcha' grin on his face, that was more friendly than disturbing.

I sat there dumbfounded as he reached for my shirt buttons. "You said you wanted to introduce yourself today. You found an unusual way of doing that by nearly drowning. You wanted to make a new friend. Grabbing a guy's dick is certainly a very friendly gesture. I know I'm just a stable hand, but what kind of a friend would I be if I didn't help a friend in need?"

By the time he finished his monologue, my shirt was gone and my pants undone. He looked me in the eye and gave me a disarming smile. I raised my hips by lifting myself with my arms. BD pulled my wet pants and underwear off with some effort.

My prepubescent penis had been wet and cold for a long time, and was by no means at its most impressive state. I watched his eyes as they focused on my embarrassing appendage. He showed no disgust or pity at its sight.

He grinned at me and said, "Now that wasn't so bad. Was it?"

BD stood to take off his shirt, gathered my clothes, and left the room. While he was gone, I examined my penis objectively. Three soft inches [8 cm], about as big around as a quarter. The pink head topped the light brown circumcision scar. Lying just below were my still developing testicles. Though not small for my age, they were nowhere near the size of his.

BD returned and threw me over his shoulder again. He backed up to the chest of drawers so I could get clean underwear. The furnishing in the room are built for my convenience, so he had to squat for me to reach the drawer.

He had one hand on my thighs and one on my buttocks. I closed the drawer, and he patted me.

"Nice round little butt."

He must have been looking at it on his shoulder as I got my underwear from the drawer.

"I'm surprised it isn't flat. I sit on it all day."

His hand glided over it. "Nope. Nice and round."

He sounded sincere, which made me smile.

In my closet, he had to actually get on his knees for me to get my clothes. As I reached for a shirt, I felt his hand glide over my butt again. I looked back at him and saw him looking at my butt admiringly, as his hand explored its curves. I shuffled through the hangers, taking much longer than required to choose a shirt. I did the same with the pants. While I drew a pair from its hanger, I felt his fingers slide down inside my crack at the juncture of my butt and spine, and continue down to the other end near my ball sack. I wasn't sure why, but this sent a shiver through me.

In the bathroom, he lay me over the edge of the tub so I could set the water temperature and plug the drain. I could almost feel his eyes on me from behind. Once the water was ready, he lifted me and genly sat me in the tub. I noticed immediately the long wide ridge in his pants created by his erection. I had to tease my new friend.

"I guess you really do like my round butt," I said looking directly at his crotch.

Not letting me get the best of him, he replied, "Probably as much as you liked finding a centaur in your hand."

Damn, that stung. Mostly because he was right. I had fixated on his dick since my fingers had wrapped around it accidentally.

"And something was poking my shoulder in the closet," he added glancing at my lap.

I hadn't even noticed I had gotten hard. Four inches [10 cm] of boyhood stood proudly in my tub, saluting my rescuer.

I remembered once getting an erection while the hired caretaker bathed me. I was so humiliated, I started my campaign for independence. Somehow, this was worse. I was hard in front of my only friend. A friend I barely knew, who was older, and far more developed than I. I was still staring at my traitorous penis, when I felt BD's hand on my back. He held a bar of soap, sliding it up and down my spine.

I looked at his face, and he had that same 'gotcha' grin, knowing he had trumped my quip about his erection.

He washed my back, arms, and chest, then moved to my stumps. I couldn't help wondering what was going through his mind. Did he think them hideous? Was he feeling pity? I hoped not, and from his expression, I didn't think so.

His soapy hand worked its way up my thighs. I stopped him before he reached my extremely hard dick.

"I… I can do that part," I said placing my hand on his as he started for my groin.

"Suit yourself," he said sounding a little disappointed.

"You can do my butt." I don't know why I said it. I think it was offered as a consolation prize.

"Deal," he replied quickly.

"Uh… wash it, I mean," I corrected just as quickly.

BD smiled. "I know what you meant."

He watched as I rubbed the soap over my straining dick and balls. I wanted to take a lot longer time, but couldn't without embarrassing myself further.

I handed him the soap, and turned onto my belly resting my weight on my arms. He slid the bar of soap over my butt slowly, then down to my thighs, then my butt again, then my lower back. I thought he was finished, when I felt his hand on my butt again, only without the soap this time.

I didn't protest as he accepted the offered consolation prize. A chance to play with my butt. We both knew it was the inferred reward. He took his time, exploring every curve and crevice. I glanced at his crotch, to see his cock throbbing beneath his jeans. I wasn't sure how to interpret this, until I felt his fingers actually on my hole. Somehow I knew, to him that was the grand prize.

I was both surprised and happy to learn that I could have that effect on someone. For a couple of years I didn't want anyone to see me. I had no legs and was sure people found me hideous.

He lingered there for a moment, then suddenly said, "You didn't wash your hair," and removed his hand.

My mind was so centered on the sexual energy in the room, I replied, "I don't have any hair yet."

BD chuckled. "So I noticed. But I was talking about your head."

God! I don't think I had made a more embarrassing mistake in my life. Even crashing down the hill into the river didn't come close. At least that resulting in actually meeting him. What good results could come from admitting to my lack of maturity, during what I thought was an intimate moment, only to discover the moment was over.

He drained the tub, and used the hand held sprayer to wash my hair for me. After rinsing, I could have used my pulley to lift myself from the tub, but I let him do it instead. He sat me on the edge of the tub. He toweled my hair and my back causing me to fall forward some before catching myself.

"Is this going to be a habit for you?" he asked.

He must have read the confusion on my face. "Grabbing my dick every time you fall?" he explained.

Damn! I had done it again. My fingers were gripping the obvious erection in his pants.

"Well it was the sturdiest thing I could find," I answered giving it a squeeze.

He smiled and continued to dry me. I continued to hold his cock as if to steady myself. We both knew that was not the case.

He picked me up and cradled me in his arms like a baby to carry me to my bed. I don't know why I was so compliant as he dressed me, but I was. Even when he pulled my briefs on over my erection, I didn't complain.

"Let's go get a snack," I suggested.

"Uh. Maybe we should wait awhile," he said glancing down at his straining jeans.

"Just carry me in front of you."

He did, and we met Greta downstairs. "Could you get us a couple of sandwiches?" I asked her, hating to end the trip. Our erections had been rubbing together since leaving my room.

She must have realized that he had helped me get dressed, not to mention bathing. She said nothing about it though, only stared at BD's physique.

When she brought our sandwiches she said, "Hank cleaned up your chair. It's drying on the patio. Bobby, your shirt should be about dry."

She returned a few minutes later to hand him his newly laundered shirt. She and I both hated to see his V shaped torso disappear under his shirt.

While we ate I told him of the accident and waking up in the hospital without legs or a mother. I told him of the time she and I would spend down at the river, and how I relived those times by reading under the shade tree. Then I explained that was how I happened to discover him last summer.

He was tearful as he reached for my hand. "I'm sorry about your mom, and of course your legs too. But I'm glad you tumbled into the river this morning. I also wanted a friend."

His sincerity was evident, and touching. I thanked him and asked if he could meet me at the river the next day.

"I would love to, but I have chores. I can be there around three though."

***

Father has always catered to my wishes since losing my legs. I'm not sure if he felt some guilt for not driving Mom and I that day, or if it was out of sympathy for me. Or maybe he just loved me. Either way I was sure he would agree to what I wanted to ask of him that night.

"I think I want to try those blade prosthetics."

"I'm glad you changed your mind about them. You'll probably need to strengthen your legs though. I'll look for a physical therapist for you."

"I already have someone in mind. Greta met him today."

Father called Greta in. "Do you think Bobby is qualified to give me strengthening exercises?" I asked pointedly.

I know her mind flashed to his muscular torso, and she nodded in agreement.

"Who is this Bobby?" Father asked.

"Actually, he works for Grayson. But he has time in the afternoons to work with me. The tutor comes in the morning so it works out well."

Father didn't seem convinced yet.

I felt I needed some icing on the cake. "He wouldn't cost as much as a therapist, and he mentioned he could introduce me to Grayson's daughter."

Music to my father's ears. It was a bit of a lie, but father agreed.

BD was waiting for me on my concrete path when I wheeled myself to the river.

"Want to go swimming?" he asked with a smile.

"You may recall, I tend to sink."

"Not while I'm around. I promise not to let anything happen to you."

I remembered our time together in my room, washing the river water away, and quickly agreed.

We left my chair on the path, and he carried me down to the riverbank. I expected him to continue into the water, but he sat me down and began taking off his clothes. He was just as beautiful as I remembered. His cock was at its softest, yet still impressive. Then he undressed me. My arm was around his neck, and his around my ribcage, as we entered the water. His grip was firm and I felt no apprehension for my safety in the least. We floated around for awhile, enjoying the cool water. We drifted to a shallower part where he was able to stand, though I of course could not. I noticed his hand on my butt was supporting my weight. I let my legs drift with the flow of the river.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Yes, quite a bit. I haven't been swimming in a couple of years, so I'm really enjoying this. You?"

"More than I thought I would," he answered.

I wasn't sure if he was referring to the swimming or his hand on my butt. I didn't much care either way. He let me move about as I pleased. When I moved toward his left side, he switched hands on my butt. My upper leg accidentally came in contact with his now very erect cock.

"Umph," he groaned. "Careful. That's not a twig floating around down there," he pointed out.

"So I've noticed. More like a tree trunk," I said smiling at him.

He smiled back, and the edge of his palm slipped into my butt crack. I could feel his fingertips nudging the back of my testicles. If I hadn't already been erect, I would have gotten that way.

I swung around to face him, holding onto the back of his neck with my hands. His went to my butt, one to each cheek.

"My father wants to hire you," I said as my knees went to his waist.

"Hire me for what?"

"To help me strengthen my legs, so I can get the blades."

My butt came to rest on his cock. It ran the length of my crack and extended beyond my balls.

Umph… Is… is that what you want?"

"I'd like to try it. If it doesn't workout, I can always go back to my chair."

"Uh, oh yeah. The blades. Sure. I'd love to help you out," he said sounding somewhat frustrated.

"Thanks. I think I'd really like that."

I could feel his cock throbbing under me.

I wiggled a bit on it. "Does that thing ever get soft."

"Yes. I made it go soft twice last night and once this morning. But you're not helping any. Let's get out."

We lay on the warm concrete path to dry because neither of us brought towels.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked after a long silence.

"Uh… Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"Well there is a girl who has shown interest in me. But I'm afraid she would be a lot of trouble for me."

"But you like girls?"

"Yeah, I guess. I've never been around many. You?"

"Same. You don't get many opportunities with the ladies when you have no legs, and never leave your house."

"Well let's get you into those blades so you can get out of the house."

***

Greta greeted us as we entered the house. "Hello, Bobby. Good to see you again."

"We're going to start working out today," I explained as we headed up the stairs. We didn't bother to wait for the lift. BD had me in one arm, and my chair in the other. Once in my room, I started to undress.

"We don't need to be naked to work out," BD stated.

"But we still have that river water on us. We need a bath first."

"We?"

"You were in the river too."

He also started undressing. The tub is large enough for both of us to fit easily, but he put me in first and climbed in behind me. His cock had been soft when he undressed, but when I leaned back against him, I knew it was no longer soft.

"Seems someone has a problem again," I kidded.

"Yeah, so what. You do too," he replied, looking over my shoulder.

He was right of course, and I didn't deny or try to hide it. I used the soap on my upper legs and chest, I wanted to lean back against his hard cock and stroke my dick to a finish, but I didn't.

I offered the soap over my shoulder. "Want to do my butt?"

"Yes," he answered hoarsely.

I got up on my hands and knees in front of him, then lay down on my belly. BD shuffled to his knees, and I spread my legs wide to give him room to reach my butt. I felt his knees on the inside of my thighs, as the soap made contact with my right cheek.

In my mind I pictured his muscular body looming over my prone one. His large cock would be protruding out menacingly, directly over my butt.

His hand moved the soap in circular motions all over my butt and thighs. He set the soap on the ledge, then used both hands to 'wash' my butt. It was almost like a massage as his hands kneaded my cheeks, even spreading them apart several times. I wondered if he could see my hole, something I've never seen, and what he thought of it.

I raised my hips ever so slightly when I could tell he was going to spread my cheeks again. I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were glued to my butt. His thumbs met at my pucker, and pressed inward a bit, as if he were trying to see inside me. He stopped suddenly. I relaxed back down in the tub. His hand roamed over me for another minute, then he moved back to where he had been sitting.

I picked up the soap and moved toward him. He watched as I soaped his legs and thighs, then his chest and arms. Then I lathered my hands good and gripped his straining cock.

"Oh Jesus… Don't… LG, I'm gonna…"

I had only slid my hands up and down his cock about ten times when he exploded like a geyser all over his clean chest.

I had never seen cum, though I knew what it was. But his volcanic eruption surprised me.

"Jesus, LG. Why'd you do that?"

"You looked like you were about to explode. And you did."

"I was… But you shouldn't have."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yeah. That's the problem."

"Ok, now you're making no sense at all."

"Never mind. Just forget I said anything. Let's get to work on your legs."

For the rest of our day together, BD was distant. He talked only about how to improve my muscles. We devised a regimen to include mostly what he called 'resistance' training. He said muscles get stronger by working against resistance.

I don't have weights or equipment, although I'm sure Father would buy some, so BD came up with ways to provide 'resistance'. He'd place his arm over my upper thighs and I would have to lift them. He said as I become stronger, he would add more pressure with his arm, causing more 'resistance'. We would do the same with the back of my legs as well. He also had me doing regular exercises like 'sit ups'.

"Should we meet at the river tomorrow?" I asked as he started to leave.

"No," he answered quickly. "Uh, I'll just come here."

Father was just coming home, and we ran into him. "Father, this is Bobby. He's the one I told you about. We started working out today."

"Did you agree on payment yet young man?"

I'm not sure if he was speaking to me or BD because he was looking at BD's physique.

"No sir. Whatever you think is fair will be fine with me," BD replied.

"Ok. How does fifty dollars a session sound?"

"Fifty?"

I could hear the surprise in BD's voice. He was about to agree to it when I interrupted.

"Father, don't be insulting. We've been working since three o'clock. It's now after seven."

"Oh. Um… Okay one hundred per session."

"Deal," BD answered before Father could change his mind.

"See you tomorrow," I said with a smile and a wink to BD.

***

I couldn't decide what would be best to wear for working out. It had to be comfortable and stretchy enough to go through the paces we would be setting. I found an old pair of shorts that I hadn't worn in at least a year. I recall hearing someone refer to them as 'booty shorts'. They were pretty tight and form fitting, but they stretch. I didn't bother with underwear, they would just be cumbersome.

My tutor left as BD arrived around one.

"Hey Little Guy," he said with a better tone to his voice than the night before.

"When I get my blades, I'll be nearly as tall as you. You won't be able to call me that anymore."

He smiled. "Who says I was talking about your height?"

That stung, but I was glad he wasn't angry anymore. "Sure. Pick on the legless boy with the little dick. Real macho."

"Your dick isn't little," he said looking at my tight shorts.

"Well, at least it isn't a mutant like yours."

We began working out. He was a real taskmaster, not letting up for a minute. When I rolled onto my stomach to work on the back of my legs, BD got real quiet.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Uh… um, same as we did on the front. Try to lift your leg off the floor."

I felt his arm go across the back of my thigh. I tried to lift, but it was too much weight.

"I can't."

He let up on the pressure a bit and I tried again. We did ten 'reps' on each side and then repeated it. Every so often BD's hand would brush over my butt, especially when switching sides. I could tell he was distracted and glanced back at him. As I suspected, his eyes were on my butt.

I decided a little payback was in order after that small dick comment, so I would lift my hips a little off the floor on each rep. It must have looked like I was humping the floor. I guess I was a little, because my dick got hard from the rubbing motion.

After the second round I said I needed a break. I rolled over and sat up. BD's basketball shorts were tented obscenely. I had to smile knowing I caused it.

"What's so funny?"

"That," I said gesturing to his erection.

"It's your fault."

"I know," I said grinning.

"You were doing it on purpose," BD accused.

Me? Doing what? I would never do anything bad. I'm just a poor little crippled boy. I don't understand such things," I said innocently.

"Bullshit. You… You were… Damn it!" BD said in frustration.

"There's water in the fridge over there."

He got out two bottles of water and stood beside me holding one out as he took a sip from the other. I reached up, but grabbed his cock over his shorts instead of the water.

BD spewed some water, as I pulled down his shorts. His underwear was barely containing his large cock.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Water can only do so much toward quenching one's thirsts," I replied as I tugged at his underwear.

He put up little to no resistance, and I soon had his cock in my hand. He crumpled down beside me as I began stroking it.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're my friend and you need it. Because I need practice for when mine gets bigger. Because we both like it. Because I like seeing it spurt out. How many reasons do you want?"

"Just shut up and jerk me off, asshole," BD conceded.

This was a new experience for me. I had done it before in the tub, for about ten seconds before his juice flew out, but this time I actually sat beside him stroking his cock. I could see the effects my hand had on him. What changing my grip did for his pleasure. How he reacted to fast or slow strokes.

For me, just having that incredible cock to play with was exciting. The thick veined stalk, the bulbous head, the slit at the end that somehow demanded attention as if it could speak. I could feel the hardness under the soft pliable skin. It was just as powerful looking as BD.

"You said because we both like it. Is that true? Do you like doing this?" BD asked me as I stroked his cock.

I smiled up at him. "Yes. I do," I admitted.

"Why?"

"Because I never get to do anything like this, except when I'm alone in my bed at night. Kids are suppose to do naughty things. Also you have a beautiful body, and I enjoy playing with it. And lots of other reasons that are hard to explain."

"Like what?" he persisted.

"Um… Close your eyes for a minute."

He shook his head but closed his eyes. I stroked his cock paying particular attention to the glans. Not too fast, just nice and gentle, lazy stroking. I could feel the tension slowly building in him. I watched his expressions, and knew he was in fantasy land.

Then I stopped.

He opened his eyes. "What? How does that answer my question?"

"I'll bet you one hundred dollars that up until recently you would jerk off and think of girls, but just now, you were thinking about my butt. How it felt in your hands. How soft and round and supple it is.

"Stop it! So what if I was?"

"Nothing. It just goes to show why I like doing it for you. Because I've never had that effect on anyone before. I like knowing I bring someone pleasure. Especially someone as beautiful as you."

"What do you think about when you jerk off?"

"Lately… This. Am I right? Do I win the bet?"

BD nodded shyly. "I don't know why, I can't help thinking about you."

"It's ok. Doesn't mean anything. We're friends who don't get out much, so we find pleasure in each other. Now close your eyes and let me finish."

He lay back on the floor, and I stroked him. I could tell his acquiescence allowed him to enjoy it more.

"Oh shit, that feels good. A little faster, I'm gonna cum."

I watched all that cum shoot out of him, all over his chest, some on his tummy too. Those big balls of his must be working overtime.

BD walked bare assed into the bathroom to clean himself off. He came in and sat beside me again.

"So you were humping the floor on purpose? Just to entice me into letting you play with my dick."

"Well, that and because I know you like my butt."

BD was silent for a minute then asked, "Are you mad at me for liking your butt? Does it bother you?"

"No."

"And you understand what I'm thinking about?"

"Of course," I lied. Well I did, but I didn't. I just knew he really liked my butt. Who was I to complain about it. Hell I was not yet thirteen, legless, and someone had a sexual interest in me. I was happy as a lark.

"Let's get back to work. Starting with twenty sit ups."

We worked out again for a long time, and eventually got around to the back of my legs again. I rolled over onto my stomach. BD paused before putting his forearm over my legs.

"Let's try both at once," he suggested.

I did about three 'reps' and realized I was humping the floor in a worse way. I looked over my shoulder, and BD was rock hard again. I smiled to myself and did three more 'reps' while keeping my eye on him.

"Maybe if you held me in place, it would help," I suggested.

Keeping his forearm over my thighs, he placed his hand on my butt. This placed him directly over me sideways. I did a few more 'reps'. From his angle, all he could see, was my butt clenching and unclenching.

"Oh, Jesus. This aint helping."

I reached beside me and grabbed his cock. "Seems to be working fine."

He gave me a dirty look. "You know what I mean."

"Maybe this would be better," I said, then slipped my shorts down to my thighs, exposing my butt to him.

"Christ."

I humped the floor a little. "How's this?"

"Incredible," BD panted.

I continued humping, as I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks. "Is this good?"

"Ummmph."

"Touch it," I whispered, and turned my butt toward him a bit more.

His hand replaced mine, and I humped up and down as he held my crack open.

Suddenly he groaned, reared up stroking his cock, and fired a load right in my crack.

"Ah… Holy fuck…"

I was really pleased with myself, and my performance. I was smiling as I felt his cum oozing passed my hole. BD's hand slid down and rubbed his cum over my pucker, He seemed to be gathering it there. I relaxed and let him play with me. Then he pushed his cum covered thumb in.

"Oh…"

He withdrew and gathered more and pushed it in even deeper.

I wasn't expecting anything like this. I collapsed to the floor and orgasmed. "Aahh."

In the middle of my orgasm, BD gathered more cum and pushed his entire thumb up inside me.

"You're incredible," BD said as he removed his thumb.

I lay there trying to figure out what just happened, as I heard him getting dressed. I was even more confused trying to decide if I liked it.

"Same time tomorrow?" BD asked after he pulled up my shorts and sat me in my chair.

"Sure," I mumbled.

When I could think straight, I wheeled myself to the desk, and pulled out the laptop I use for my studies with my tutor.

I entered two words into the search engine. Anus, Sex.

"Oh shit!" I said aloud when the results popped up.

I stayed on the computer until Greta called me to dinner two hours later.

"Did you workout today?" Father asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"How'd it go?"

"I think it went well. I got some surprising results. I'm hopeful things will work out in the end."

"Good to hear."

That's what Father was used to. People who answered without actually answering with information. He didn't care about details, just the big picture. I had seen many of his top employees do exactly the same thing. Most of the time I'd be thinking "Bullshit" or "You're such a kiss ass." Well I learned from the best, and handle Father well most of the time. But if and when I take over the company, a lot of heads are going to roll.

***

I lay in my bed going over recent events. I knew about sex, or at least I thought I did. I knew the sex organs, penis, vagina, ovaries, testes. All the scientific things my tutor taught me about human reproduction. Today I learned I didn't know shit about sex.

I knew that BD liked my butt. He even said it was nice and round. He never hid it from me, really. Today he asked if it bothered me that he liked my butt. It didn't. Still doesn't. I thought I was doing him a favor by showing it to him. He's my friend, why shouldn't I do favors for him.

After what I saw on the computer, I wasn't just showing it to him. I was teasing him with it on a whole different level. Offering it up. Taunting him.

He had been so nice to avoid it as much as possible. Getting out of the swimming hole when I was sitting naked on his cock. In the tub. he stopped before things got out of hand. He even asked if I understood what he was thinking about when he looked at my butt. I lied and said I did. I had no clue he was thinking about fucking my butt every time he saw it.

Today, I practically invited him to fuck me. To take my 'boy pussy' if that is what he wanted. I pushed him beyond any limits I could expect anyone to respect. As a result, I got a cum covered thumb up my ass.

Considering I humped, flexed, clenched, and spread, simulating getting fucked, I'm lucky that's all I got up my ass. I felt guilty for doing all of that to my friend. I've had servants knock at my door when I was masturbating. It was very frustrating. I can't imagine what I had been doing to him.

Yes I felt very guilty, and yet, extremely horny too. BD wanted to fuck my butt with his big cock.

***

BD arrived around one thirty. I was ready and waiting in my booty shorts.

"Hey little guy. Ready for a workout?"

Was it just me, or did that sound like it had two meanings?

"Ready whenever you are." Shit, I'm doing it too.

"I brought a matt for us to work on. Let's start with some sit ups."

It looked like a thin mattress for a jailhouse bunk, but pliable. Was this what he intended to fuck me on? Not even my bed?

I lay back on the matt and interlocked my fingers behind my head as BD squatted down to hold my legs. I raised up to touch my elbow to my knee, and of course looked up the leg opening of BD's basketball shorts. No underwear today. I could see his limp cock laying in wait. He came prepared. But for what?

Throughout the workout everything said sounded like a reference to sex, butt fucking, my butt getting fucked in particular, or something of that nature. It was driving me nuts. And making me hard.

"Ok, on your belly," he said after about half an hour.

I quickly glanced at his crotch. He wasn't hard. I rolled onto my stomach and waited.

"One leg or both," I asked turning to look at him. He was hard as a rock. Boy, that was quick.

"Both," BD said as he lay his forearm across my legs.

I did the exercise, trying not to put any extra enticement into it. But the pure nature of it causes the clenching and unclenching of my buttocks, resembling a sexual act.

Add in the fact that I was pushing my dick into the matt repeatedly, resulting in my own excitement, I said nothing when BD's hand began to roam over my butt. I merely glanced back at him and saw his cock literally throbbing in his shorts.

By the time I finished the exercise, BD's hand had explored and kneaded my butt completely. I was panting, and throbbing just as much as he was.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my booty shorts. "May I?" he asked in a thick whisper.

I nodded, resigning myself to my fate. I even lifted my hips to assist him in removing my shorts.

As my butt was revealed, BD took a deep breath through his teeth.

"Mmmm."

He shuffled over behind me, and I heard his shorts being pulled down. Then he pulled me up on my knees, and played with my butt some more. Spreading my cheeks, fingers up and down my crack, special attention to my tiny pucker.

I prepared myself for the pain I knew was coming. I said and did nothing to stop him. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the edge of the matt when I felt BD's big dick in my crack. I could tell he was stroking his cock, as he slid it up and down my cleft a few times pausing at my hole on each pass.

He pushed down on my shoulders, and I dropped them to the matt in compliance. My butt was now up and open for the assault. He lined up, pushing his thick cockhead back and forth across my hole. Then I felt his hot cum filling my crack.

Several spurts unloaded on me. I could feel some running down my spine and even down to my nuts. But most of it captured in my crack. It must have looked two buns on a cum burger.

BD used his finger to push some into my hole. His left hand came under me and grabbed my straining dick. He switched to using his thumb to push his cum into my unresisting orifice. The third time he pushed in knuckle deep, I had my orgasm. I groaned and my dick pulsed in his hand. He continued to gather his cum and insert it in my butt, as I collapsed to the matt. Each time his thumb delivered more cum to my colon, it sent a shockwave straight to my dick. I lay there breathing heavily, and he seemed determined to collect and deposit it all. Even wiping it off my spine and nuts, just to push it into me.

As my breathing returned to normal I was trying to figure him out. I practically gave my ass to him, and he didn't take it. I know he wants it, so why didn't he? Why did he insist on pushing all his cum up my butt. That answer came to me rather easily. Because, to him, that's where it belonged. That's where he wanted it to be.

"Break time's over. Back to work," BD declared.

Just like that. Our intimate time gone, and not spoken of. We started the routine over.

When we got to the point where I usually roll over onto my belly, BD stopped me. I was a bit disappointed because that meant he wouldn't play with my butt.

"We're going to add something new. Raise your legs in the air."

I complied.

"Now, I want you to try to spread your legs while I hold them closed. Do it in short bursts, not constant pressure."

I did as I was told for a few minutes.

"Now we're gonna reverse it. I spread them, you try to close them."

He was on his knees, so every time he spread my legs, I could see his soft cock between them. It was almost like a reward system.

"Now I want you to pretend you're riding a bicycle," BD said as he took the end of a stump in each hand. I was a little embarrassed about that. I don't think he had actually touched the nubs before.

I could feel him offering resistance, then he slowly pushed my legs toward my chest. As they reached their goal, I felt my butt press up against his soft cock. He was leaning over me, and noticed it too, and glanced down.

He repeated the exercise twice more, each time I could feel a difference.

I looked at his cock and saw it was now hard again, and as my knees were pushed, it got closer and closer to my butt, which was totally defenseless. I looked at his face and he smiled at me. We both looked down to where his big cock made contact with my butt.

I'm not sure who moaned louder, but we both did. He let my weight down, and his cock slid through my crevice, and passed my nuts, and very hard dick.

He repeated it a few more times, and at the moment of total cock and crack contact, I thrust my butt up and down a little, causing us both to moan again.

With the exercise complete, I asked, "Should I roll over now?"

He quickly glanced down at my butt. "No. I think we're done for the day."

I was both relieved and disappointed. I sat up and looked at him. His cock was throbbing again.

"I don't think so," I replied.

Leaning forward, I took his cock between my lips. Thank God for that time I spent on the computer. I learned a lot. Mostly I learned different ways to please a cock.

"Oh shit," BD exclaimed when he realized what I was doing.

I was glad to do this for him. I had been scared to do the other. His cock is large, and my hole is tiny. Although, truth be told, I liked feeling his thumb go deep in me.

He had cum once already so he was able to last a long time. My jaws were beginning to ache when he finally got close.

"Oh fuck… LG… Baby… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum."

It was considerate of him to warn me, but I wasn't going anywhere. As his cum filled my mouth, I had two thoughts. One, did he just call me baby? And two, Jesus, how much can he cum? I swallowed twice, and it was still oozing onto my tongue. This was his second time in an hour. How much did he push into my ass?

I made sure to extract it all and swallow it. I had read that guys like their cocksucker to swallow. And now, I was his cocksucker. In the heat of passion, he had called me baby. I had no problem with swallowing his load anytime he wanted.

When he softened, I tried to take the whole thing in my mouth, but gagged. He laughed at my effort, but not in a bad way. When I finally let him out of my mouth, he stood and put his shorts on, so I did too.

"I'll leave the matt here for us to work on," he said preparing to leave.

"Do you have to go now? It's still early." Damn, that came out needy.

"No, I can stay longer," he said smiling at me.

I'm sure my face lit up like a girl being asked to the prom. He sat beside me, and his hand went automatically to my thigh. Resting just below the leg opening of my booty shorts. Only inches from my dick.

As we chatted, my mind went back to when he first touched my dick. He was plowing his thumb in my butt when he made me orgasm in his hand.

He was talking about the progress we were making, but my mind was elsewhere. The way we were sitting brought to mind a boy and girl riding through the countryside in his '57 Chevy. His hand resting on her thigh, as the wind whipped her hair around inside the car. They would be laughing, carefree, and in love. She would place her hand on his thigh too, close to the bulge in his faded jeans. He would glance at her, and she would give him a knowing smile. Knowing, just exactly what was causing that bulge in his jeans, and the it was hers.

I placed my hand on his thigh, like she would. Because I did know what was in his shorts.

"Did you enjoy today?" I asked, not referring to the exercise exactly.

BD grinned. "Yes. Did you?"

I let my hand slide into the leg opening of his shorts and palm his balls.

"Mm hmm. Still am."

His hand moved to touch my hard dick over my shorts. "So I see."

I pulled my hand out and his shorts down to expose his swelling cock. He did the same to me. I wrapped my fingers around his cock filling my hand to overflowing with teen meat. His fingers easily curled around mine, with only the head and a little extending above it.

I slid my body down a little so I could take him into my mouth again. As I bobbed up and down his cock, he rolled me onto my belly, and his hand went straight to my butt. I must have still had a lot of his cum in me, because he had no trouble inserting a finger, then two, inside my hole. I moaned around his cock and sucked harder. He began working two fingers in and out of my butt. Our rhythm synced up, and we were bobbing and thrusting in unison.

He knew when my orgasm hit. He thrusts his fingers harder and deeper as I groaned around his cock. He hadn't cum yet, so I didn't stop. Neither did he. When he finally unloaded in my throat, he was pounding my hole hard, and I showed my appreciation by having another orgasm.

We were both exhausted, yet BD bent down and kissed my butt cheek.

"You are so fucking amazing, baby," he said and planted a kiss on my other butt cheek.

The next day, the door was barely closed behind him, when I pulled his shorts down and swallowed his soft cock. It grew instantly in my throat, almost choking me to death. I backed off, and sucked him to completion. His load nearly drowned me, but I didn't care.

We spent the next six hours exercising, sucking, and finger fucking. He shot four loads down my throat or in my crack. I had six orgasms. A record for me.

***

After a couple of weeks, I could see a very distinct change in my muscle tone. I'm not sure if it was due to the exercise or the amount of protein I was consuming. And my dick was getting bigger too. But that was probably just due to my age. The best part was BD noticed it too.

"You're really starting to bulk up."

"Do you really think I'm starting to get more muscular?"

"Yeah. That too," he said with a wink.

Father made an appointment to get me fitted for the prosthetics. I received them a short time later. It took awhile for me to get used to, but I managed.

"So, you're finished with your exercise routine?" Father asked.

"No. I still feel a little unsteady, Bobby did such a good job, I think I'd like to continue a bit longer."

"You're right he did. And in short time too. You chose well with him. By the way, You received an invitation to Linda Grayson's birthday party. I suppose he was responsible for that as well."

"Uh, yes. I'm sure he was."

I was just about to suck BD, when I remembered. "Did you have anything to do with me getting invited to a birthday party?"

"Not really. I was going to suggest you be added to the list, but you were already on it."

"I was? I don't even know her," I remarked as I bent to take his cock into my throat. I was getting better at it, and he liked it when it made me gag. I always tried to take it as far as I could, especially when he fired his wad.

After he unloaded, he was slowly stroking my dick. "As I understand it, she had been away at boarding school until this year. Now she's going to that girl's school near your old school. Apparently they've invited every kid from both schools that are near her age. Should be a hell of a party."

That made sense. The two schools were related, and it isn't unusual for boys from my school to be invited to escort the girls to different functions.

***

The day before the party BD asked me to meet him at the river the next morning. The party wasn't until seven, so it wasn't a problem.

I approached the river cautiously. I didn't want to get my blades caught in mud. I heard a girl laughing. I peered through the thicket opening to see BD with a young girl. She looked about thirteen or fourteen, and it dawned on me, this must be Linda Grayson.

The main issue was, they were both nude. BD was laying in the grass, she was standing a few feet away as he gazed at her. He said something to her, and she turned her back to him for a moment. She looked over her shoulder at him shyly, then turned and threw herself down beside him. He raised up and planted his mouth on her budding breast. His hand slid over her hip to squeeze her butt cheek. He switched to her other tit, as his hand slid between her legs to finger her pussy.

I watched in horror as she spread her legs and he climbed between them. All doubt was removed when I saw his ass thrust forward, and she groaned out in pain and pleasure. Her knees went to his sides, and he began thrusting into her.

I couldn't take anymore and retreated to my concrete path. I probably broke Oscar Pistorius' records for speed on blades as I ran home.

I was devastated. How could he do this to me? Not only was he fucking her, he invited me to watch. He wanted me to see him do it, to humiliate me. Why? I thought he was my friend. More than just a friend. I had sucked his cock a hundred times. We had been intimate to say the least.

I stayed in my room crying until it was time to go to the party.

***

Our house is large, but nothing compared to Grayson's. The place was bouncing with two bands playing in different room inside, and a third by the pool. There were probably four hundred kids there, some I remembered from school and of course many I'd never met.

I found my way to the receiving line, stopping occasionally to speak to an old friend from school. I saw BD standing nearby. He was wearing a white jacket as were the other servants and caterers. He held a tray of drinks for guests to pick up as they passed through the receiving line.

At the front of the line, Linda stood next to her father. I felt a chill run up my spine. My mind flashed on her beneath BD, thrusting her teen pussy up at him. When I stood in front of her I could see that she was quite pretty. I can't blame BD for wanting to fuck her, any boy would. But I was still jealous that she was trying to steal my friend.

I handed her the gift my father had purchased for her. I later learned it was a music box. It had two crystal horses that moved to the sound of 'Run For The Roses' by Dan Fogelberg.

"You must be Laurence Everett," Mr. Grayson said looking down at my blades.

I expected to hear pity in his voice, but didn't.

"To have overcome such misfortune and adversity shows gumption. Gumption and grit. Two traits I admire greatly," he said.

"Thank you, Sir. Might I be so bold as to say you have a beautiful home, but not near as beautiful as your daughter."

Linda blushed at the compliment, but still hadn't spoken. I think the blades were a bit intimidating.

"I understand from a mutual friend, that you are quite fond of stallions," I said pointedly to Linda.

"Ah, yes. You know our stablehand Bobby. He's told me of his work with you," Mr. Grayson said.

Linda's eyes went right to BD, and she blushed even more.

"Yes. I know Bobby well. He's been indispensable to me. Perhaps Linda will allow me to take her for a ride down by the river. I know a lovely place for a picnic. I'm sure Bobby has taken her there."

My two double entendre were not wasted on Linda. Her eyes darkened, and darted to BD.

She spoke her first words, though I'm not sure if they were for me or BD.

"I might enjoy that."

I took a glass of Coke from BD's tray, and pointedly looked him up and down with a sneer to his servants costume. Then walked away to enjoy the party with the rest of the invited guests.

I was actually surprised to have as much fun as I did. I reconnected with old friends, who seemed genuinely glad to see me. I even danced with a couple of girls. Well, calling it dancing is a stretch for what I could do wearing blades, but they didn't appear to mind

I ran into Linda a few times, and spoke civilly to her. She struck me as an intelligent and grounded girl. Which is saying a lot when you consider the wealth she comes from. Away from her father, she was less formal, even friendly.

***

I had all but forgotten the image of BD thrusting his big cock into her, until I went to bed that night, and reached for my dick. I didn't want to think about that right then. I didn't want to replay the sights and sounds of their coupling. I turned over, and cried myself to sleep.

I wasn't asleep, but still in bed, when BD showed up the next day. It was a Sunday, and Father was most likely still at home. It was usually on Sundays when Father would pay BD for that weeks sessions.

He had been paid six or seven hundred dollars a week all spring and summer to get his cock sucked. Yes we did exercise too, but we spent a whole lot of time with his cock in my mouth and his fingers in my ass.

As usual, he didn't bother to knock, he just entered my room. What was unusual was I didn't attack him as soon as he entered, and suck him dry for half an hour.

"Why are you still in bed? The party didn't go that late last night."

"Go away."

"What's up Little Guy?"

I didn't respond. I felt the bed shift as he lay down behind me. He kissed my neck, and his hand rubbed my butt over the covers.

"What's wrong, Baby?"

I turned my head to look at him. With daggers in my eyes and venom in my voice said, "Did you not hear me say GO AWAY!"

He looked shocked, but backed off. I heard the door close behind him, and began to cry again. I didn't leave my room the rest of the day. I didn't even jerk off. I couldn't without mentally seeing him fucking her.

Greta and Father came to check on me. I just said I wasn't feeling well. By the time I fell asleep again, I had cried myself to dehydration, and came to the decision to never leave the house again.

I was eating lunch the next day when the doorbell rang. I hadn't eaten since the party, but when I saw BD, I felt like it was all going to come back up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me except you," I said standing up to leave.

"What did I do?" BD asked

"Greta! I'm going for a walk!" I yelled as I stormed out the back door.

"Please talk to me!" he said following me down my concrete path.

When we were far enough away from the house, I turned to him and yelled, "You fucked her!"

A boyish grin appeared on his face. "Yeah."

I was dumbfounded. That was all he had to say in his defense? "Yeah." He almost sounded proud of himself for doing it.

"You fucked her and invited me to watch it!"

"Yeah." This time it was said with a big toothy smile.

"I… I can't believe you would actually want me to see you 'bust her cherry'."

"No. I did that earlier that morning. You saw the second of three times that day."

Now I was totally flabbergasted. What was he so damn proud of? What had I done that would cause him to want to hurt me so badly?

"Why?" I asked exasperated.

"You see, she's been after me for a year. Remember, I told you there was a girl that was interested but could be a problem. Well my boss's daughter could definitely be a problem. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago she hinted that she wanted it for her birthday. It took a week to convince me she wouldn't tell her father. I mean, it's my dad's job on the line too. I was going to talk to you about it first, then I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to see a naked girl in the flesh. You're my best friend. I know you don't get out much, and probably have never seen a naked girl. I hadn't either till that morning. So I wanted to share it with you. Of course I did get to see it first, but I still shared her with you."

I could only stare at him in disbelief. He actually thought he was doing me a favor. He never considered it would tear my heart out. I instantly wondered what damage my blade would do if I kicked him in the nuts right then.

"You're such a fucking idiot."

I turned my back to him and started walking again.

"Hey! What's wrong now?"

I stopped and waited for him to catch up with me.

"Do you think I suck everybody's dick? Let just anybody stick their fingers in my ass? Did you think for one minute I might not want to see you fucking somebody else?"

He wrapped his arms around me. "Baby, it's…"

"Don't 'Baby' me! You're fucking her," I said struggling to get out of his grasp.

"Only because I'm not fucking you! Shit! Ok. Only because I'm not fucking you. You've been driving me crazy for months. All I can think about is your cute butt. I told you I like girls. But then you proved that I like you more with that bet you made. I'm a guy. I need to fuck."

"You could have. I would've let you. I practically gave it to you."

"I know. But you're my best friend." He lowered his head and whispered, "And, I love you."

He stopped to take a big breath. "Ok. there. I said it. I love you. But you like girls, too. I wanted you so bad, but I didn't want to hurt you with my big dick, and maybe turn you gay. Then to top it off, I could only get it up for her when I looked at her ass. It's not as nice as yours, but it's ok. The whole time I was fucking her… well, I was thinking of you. Every time I did it, I asked her to turn around so I could think of you while I fucked her."

Son of a bitch. I didn't think it was possible, but he actually did it all for me. I said he wasn't very smart, but I had to admit, it made sense. He loved me. He wanted to protect me. He even wanted to share with his best friend, his first experience with a girl. He sacrificed his own desires to preserve my future sexlife. I couldn't ask for a better best friend than that. I couldn't think of anyone more deserving of…

"Why are you so mad at me?" He asked interrupting my thoughts.

"Because I was jealous. I saw you fucking her. It should have been me."

"You didn't even know her. Why would you think she'd let you fuck her?"

"No! Jesus. It should have been me you were fucking instead of her. I love you too. Ok? Now I've said it too. Are you happy? I've wanted it for months. I said I practically gave it to you."

BD chuckled. "I've seen your hole. It's little. My dick would rip you in half."

"Yes you have a big dick. We both know that. But, every time you put your fingers in me, I wanted it to be your dick. Every time I sucked it, I wondered how it would feel inside me. When you pushed your cum in me, I wanted it to be straight from the source. You didn't worry about your big dick hurting Linda."

"I don't love her. Besides, girls are made to stretch."

"Well, my hole will stretch too."

"Are you saying…"

"I'm saying, meet me in my room in one hour or I'll never speak to you again."

I turned and sprinted away.

I was waiting for BD when he entered all excited. "Hey look at this," he said throwing himself on the bed beside me. "You're famous."

He turned his cell phone toward me. It was a video of me dancing at the party. I couldn't believe anyone would video me and my awkward attempt at dancing.

"That's awful. I look frightening."

"No you don't. You're beautiful. Pistorius may be the blade runner, but you're the blade dancer."

"Oh stop it. Don't be silly."

"I'm not joking. This vid has had over four hundred thousand hits already and there are three others that are just as popular. You're famous."

"Why are you in my bed with all your clothes on?"

He grinned real big, and was naked in a flash. As he slid under the covers he asked, "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore."

I bent down and took his cock into my mouth.

"I guess that means yes."

BD reached for my butt, and I pulled off his hard cock. "I don't want your fingers in me. I want you. Your dick."

"Baby, I told you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I lost two legs. I can stand a little pain. Now fuck me."

I rolled over onto my stomach. Of course BD spent a couple of minutes admiring my butt, but then he climbed on board. I surrendered to him completely, yet he was gentle and loving. I was prepared, but it still hurt. He was holding himself off me, and only halfway in when he said, "Would you mind… I mean, could you turn over? I'd like to see your face when I make love to you."

"I thought you like seeing my butt."

"I do. But it's you that I love, your butt is just icing on the cake."

I turned and lifted my legs. He leaned down and kissed my lips. He was looking into my eyes when he finally took full possession of me. Yes, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but no sacrifice was too great for my friend. He fucked me slow, he fucked me fast, he fucked me like I meant everything in the world to him. When he made me orgasm, he was thrilled, eventually filling me with a huge load of cum, directly from the source.

He was even more thrilled two weeks later, when he made me actually shoot cum on my belly. He took my dick into his mouth for the first time, cleaned it off, then licked my belly clean too.

Epilogue

Eventually I did fuck Linda too. The first time it was in the exact location where BD had fucked her while I watched. It was just before she went away to college. My dick had grown to a decent six and a half inches [16½ cm]. Nowhere near what BD grew to.

Up until then BD never fucked another girl, except Linda on occasion. While she was away, he fucked a few other girls and women. He always told me about every time he was with a girl.

Yes he fucked girls. He made love to me.

Linda returned, and I married her. I never asked about her affairs while she was in college, and she never told me. I really don't care.

We now have a daughter who looks like my mother, and a son who has a really big dick.

She's not aware that I know of her dalliances with BD. She also doesn't know we've been lovers all this time. He fucks her about once every two months, usually from behind so he can look at her butt. Me he makes love to face to face several times a week.

A device behind my ear sends signals to my new, lifelike, prosthetics. Basically I just think about walking, and 'voila', I'm walking. I can also run pretty fast too. I still have my old blades though.

The End