Eddie and I’d been lovers for 2 years when the “can of worms” got opened! It was my 25th birthday and, strangely, it was his 35th birthday the same day. We are complete opposites! Eddie is a surgeon and comes from a very wealthy family. He’s got the perfect swimmer’s body and is as handsome a man as I’ve ever met. I’m a construction worker as was my dad and grandfather and a muscle-bound dude who always has a 5 o'clock shadow…your typical Italian stallion…(that’s what Eddie calls me, anyhow). We have a great relationship both in and out of bed and I haven’t desired anyone else since that first night together.
     We’d had a great meal at our neighborhood German restaurant and it was just getting dark when we emerged. The first thing we saw was a young man, about 19 or 20, being wheeled by an older man. His legs were missing very close to the hip and both Eddie and I were transfixed. We went home and later that night after we’d had sex and I’d lit my “post-fucking” cigarette, Eddie turned to me and asked if I had been turned on by the legless kid…and if I’d wanted to have sex with him. I asked Eddie what he asked the question for and he replied that he’d always been turned on by amputees but never had sex with one. It was then my turn to “confess” and I told him that it had been my life-long desire to be a multiple amputee. Eddie got very quiet and said that we’d have to talk more about this sometime in the future.
     That weekend we went out to Eddie’s “shack” in northwestern New Jersey. It is a simple one story cottage totally isolated from the main road and perfect for the 2 of us. Every once in a while, Eddie would bring up the subject of my desire/need to become an amputee. I told him it was something that was never out of my mind. One day, Eddie asked me to be specific about my need and I replied that I wanted both legs amputated mid- thigh and that I didn’t want to use pros but would use stubbies if my dream ever came to pass.
     That winter, Eddie told me that he was adding a room to the cottage and it was going to be his “work room”. What I didn’t learn until the following spring was that Eddie had arranged for construction of a mini-operating room to be added to the house. The first time I saw the room, I realized that Eddie was going to satisfy my need, and our first night there I asked him when is he going to amputate my legs… He laughed and said that he hadn’t told me that he’d resigned from the hospital and decided to retire and tend to his legless lover. We went back to the city that Sunday night and I quit work the following day. Eddie had decided to keep his New York apartment and we spent the week deciding what we needed for a long stay in the country.
     The day came and I have no idea how Eddie managed the entire procedure singlehanded but when I came out of the drug-induced stupor I was in our bed and I could look down and see the huge bandages where my legs were…I began weeping for joy and Eddie was sitting at my side with a big grin on his face…he said that he bet that neither of us could wait to see my stumps! Truer words were never spoken. Eddie told me that he’d removed my legs not at mid-thigh but about 3 inches above the knee as he felt that I would better be able to get around with stubbies with longer stumps.
     He finally unwrapped my stumps and I got my first good look at them. I immediatly got sexually excited and I knew damn well that Eddie was just as excited as I. It took a month or so before Eddie arranged for me to be fitted with stubbies and despite taking many a tumble I learned to walk on them with the aid of mini-crutches. We both were highly turned on with my “swinging” gait when I walked with them on. I was one happy legless dude!
     We went into New York that fall and Eddie asked if I would feel uncomfortable walking with my stubbies or if I’d prefer to be in a chair. Hell, it didn’t bother me if people stared at me stumping down the street. I was proud to be what I was and Eddie and I went out to dinner or the theater and this Italian stallion was completely at ease. We occasionally went into a gay bar and it seemed that the sight of this muscle bound dude with stubbies for legs really blew people away. My attitude was…deal with it, guys! The weird part of this was that when Eddie fondled or licked my stumps, I got an immediate erection…I can tell you that this was just fine with both of us.
     About a year or so later, Eddie and I were in bed…he was idly fondling my closure scars and I turned to him and said that I wanted him to amputate my arms. He shook his head “no” but I could tell that he was aroused by the suggestion…we didn’t speak of it again for a couple of weeks and one night Eddie asked if I was really serious about becoming a quad amputee. Hell, I couldn’t get the word “yes” out of my mouth fast enough. He finally agreed to amputate my arms two inches above the elbow and I was elated that he’d agreed.
     The second bout of surgery went just as well as the first. Eddie had installed a mirror on the ceiling above our bed and the day he unwrapped my arm stumps I looked up and saw myself for the first time as a limbless dude and immediately ejaculated.
     After a lengthy recovery, Eddie took me off to a different rehab place. I really got off on having two hook pros but, at the same time, Eddie had arranged for a pair of mini-crutches with sockets for my arms stumps and I learned to get around using the crutches for balance. The first time we went out in New York with me and my stubbies and mini-crutches, I thought people’s jaws would drop but I was the quad I’d always wanted to be and didn’t care what people thought. It seemed that Eddie had a constant hardon watching me stumping around and it seemed also that I had a huge bulge in my pants just seeing his reaction (and other guys’ reactions) to me. There must be an awful lot of dudes who dig amputees but I belonged to Eddie and that’s the way it was!
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