John Campbell

“Shrapnel pierced my scrotum and damaged one of my testicles…” John paused.

I could tell that there was more. He was building up the courage to tell me. I didn’t react. Lots of men have only one ball. Many men behave as though they have no balls. My mind raced. I told myself to wait until he said it, but in my head, I imagined that I was falling in love with a man with no penis.

John looked away from me.

“It’s OK, John. Just say it. I’m not going to walk away.” I kissed his cheek.

“The shrapnel also damaged my dick.”

“And they had to amputate it?” I said it with the calmest, most caring voice I could muster.

John stared at me, and then he laughed. “Fuck, no, I still have it. It’s bent funny because of the scar tissue, and there’s a hole in my foreskin.” He kissed me again. “You thought I was dickless?” He kissed me again. “Shit. I really have to piss. Come on. You can take a look at it.”

The two of us went into the bathroom, and John centered himself in front of the toilet. “OK, undo my pants, and be careful where you point it.”

“I’ve never aimed another guy’s penis,” I said.

“I’d like to say that I’ve never let another guy aim my dick, but I’ve had so many people handle that thing, that I’ve lost count. And the sad thing is, only one of those times was a blowjob, and that was in high school.”

I unzipped him. “Does that mean it was a lousy suck?”

“Well, I’ve never let anyone else do it,” he chuckled.

I prepared myself and pulled his pants down. I slid the underwear down. Of course, the reality was not as bad as my imagination. His penis had some scar tissue about half-way down the shaft, and the foreskin had a hole on the left side of the head of his dick. I moved the foreskin back and pointed his cock toward the toilet. I could feel it getting hard in my hands. “Sorry about that,” I smiled. It made me feel good that he was getting hard in my hand.

He started to urinate; his dick softened. It did seem that his cock pulled to the left as he was starting to get erect. Nothing I had witnessed was something we couldn’t deal with. And if it had been a problem, I would have insisted on seeing a counselor; this guy was worth it.

When he finished, I took some toilet paper to absorb the last few dribbles, and I cupped his scrotum in my hand. There was an incision scar and only one testicle.

“Does it freak you out at all?”

“Your dick gets hard, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Do you shoot a load when you come?”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then, does it feel good when you come? It doesn’t hurt?” I asked.

“Honestly, I come harder than I did before because of all the exercises they made me do. And I squirt now; I used to dribble.”

I reached down and adjusted myself. “You’re making me hard.”

“Yeah?”

My hand was still holding his testicle when I felt a change. His dick was getting hard, too. It did point slightly left as he stiffened and lengthened. I turned my face to him and kissed him. “I want to suck you. I don’t want to wait for a second date.”

“I want it, too.”

That was all I needed. I got down on my knees. I touched the metal of his legs. As he stood there, his sexiness overwhelmed me. I reached up past the material that attached his artificial limbs to his legs. With my hands on his ass, I moved my mouth over his cock. I tongued around the head. His dick filled my mouth with enough room for my tongue to move back and forth along the lower part of his shaft. His first precum gave me a not quite sweet taste, and I pushed him in farther. The tip of his cock pushed just past the back of my mouth. I fought the urge to gag found the experience exhilarating. Soon I was moving up and down his dick with his head popping past and then popping into my mouth. I wanted to grab my own cock, but I focused on the moans coming from John.

He began to mumble an “Oh, oh, oh,” before he shouted, “Fuck!”. He blasted a stream of salty cum into my mouth that shot into my throat and up and out my nose. He immediately lost his balance and fell backward. I couldn’t hold him. He let go of his crutches. One of them clattered to the tile floor and the other landed into the tub.

The door to the bathroom flew open, and Roger came in. “Are you OK?” He found Roger on his ass with his back against the corner of the tub and the wall. One of his artificial legs had detached. His dick was still stiff and cum was dribbling down the shaft. I had fallen back against the toilet, and cum was draining from my nose and covered my chin.

Roger continued to stare at us.

“Well, this is embarrassing,” said John. “I have to say, Roger. That blowjob you gave me in high school was so bad that I never expected this one to be so good. Zack actually blew my leg right off.” He started to laugh.

Roger stepped forward and looked at me. “For the record, Steward Johnson gave him that blowjob. Not me.”

“It makes a better story when I say it’s you. And Zack, you need to clean up. It looks like you’ve got snot running out your nose.”

We were cleaned up and in the car headed to my apartment. The plan was to pick up some clothes and then take John to his place. The weathermen were watching some strange patterns. Stephanie Tenhouse had broken into the programming to warn people to plan to get inside quickly if the pattern began to move. I was going to stay with John overnight as she was predicting severe storms.

I lived on the fourth floor of a building that had the same level parking. On the drive over, we were silent. The silence was more enjoyable than the alone silence because John was there. He wasn’t holding me or touching me; he wasn’t talking to me or looking at me. He was just with me. My life was already better just because of that.

I parked my car in my designated space, and I waited for him to get out of the car. He had asked me to let him get into and out of the car without assistance unless he asked for it. The temperature of the air in the parking garage seemed to get colder rather quickly, reminding me of cold fronts that often blow through in the late fall and winter.

Once John dangled his legs outside the car, he slid to the ground. He grabbed his crutches and proudly walked to the rear of the car with barely a wobble. “I’m going to start practicing walking without the crutches. Lots of the guys at the rehab center tell me the sooner I start, the sooner I’ll walk without them.” He grinned.

“You look pretty smug there,” I said.

“Well, why not. I got into and out of your SUV without help. I walked all the way here without a bobble.” He lowered his voice. “And I got the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“You mean out of the two you’ve had so far?” I raised my eyebrows and walked past him to close the door of the car.

“And I forgot to close the fucking door.”

I walked back up to him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and said, “But I love you anyway.”

“Your breath smells like cum,” he said.

“Yeah, and that’s all I can smell, too. You shot your load up my nose.”

“Let’s get your stuff. We can shower at my place. I have a chair in my tub. Hubba hubba.”

“I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds kinky.”

John started to laugh, and we went inside.

My apartment was a small two-bedroom, one and one-half bathroom affair. My living room had a small couch and a moderate TV on a small cabinet that held my twelve Blu-ray movie collection. I had a small table with two chairs in the dining area, and my bedroom had a full-sized bed and one dresser. My second bedroom had a table with my sewing machine, and a shelving unit in the closet held my quilting supplies. It was all I needed.

John scanned the kitchen/dining room/living room. “You’re a minimalist.”

“No, but I buy what I need, and so far, this is all I’ve needed.”

A bright flash and large bang brought our attention to the windows. We moved closer to them, and I pulled open the blinds. We could see the slant of the rain as it approached. The windows began to vibrate before the rain slammed into them. Visibility dropped to near nothing.

John looked over at me. “I know my apartment has a modified shower and a lift over the bed, but I’m thinking we should stay here.”

“Yeah. That doesn’t look safe.”

We looked out the window again.

“Tell you what. I’m going to get the oven going and throw in my emergency lasagna in case we lose power. Let’s figure out how to get you showered without your chair.”

“You’ve got a step-ladder next to the refrigerator. That’s what I used at my parent’s house.”

“OK.” I got the lasagna going and brought the step-ladder into the bathroom. I had a large stand-up shower, and it just fit widthwise.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” said John. “I’ll get in and sit on the top step, then we’ll remove the legs. We’ll start the shower and have some good clean fun.”

“Sounds like you’ve done this before,” I smiled.

“No. But I’ve dreamed about it.”

Getting him naked was not a problem. Getting him in position on the stepladder was not as easy, but we did it. The wind whipping past the building kept distracting me, and as I moved his legs to the bed, I noticed that it was still raining worse than I had ever seen.

I went back into the bathroom and stripped. I turned on the shower, making sure that I didn’t let the cold water spray my naked friend. Just seeing him out of the corner of my eye made my dick get hard. John wrapped his fingers around my cock.

I closed my eyes. The water became warmer as it ran through my fingers.

“Step closer to me so I can suck you.”

I turned, and John pulled me close to him. His lips slipped around the base of my dick and he moved out, pushing my cock to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He pulled back.

“Shit, Zack, you’re so fucking long.” He went back to moving up and down my dick with his lips tightly wrapped around it.

It didn’t take long before I wanted to come. I tried to hold back. I was quietly moaning when something inside me snapped. I grabbed John’s head and shoved my cock into him as far as I could and I came. When I let go of him, I fell back against the shower wall.

John coughed and then panted a few times. “Fuck, Zack, you didn’t even let me taste it. You shot straight down my throat.”

“I don’t know what came over me. I just needed to be inside you as far as I could manage. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for skull fucking me. It was a little scary, but it was also exciting.”

At that moment, the lights flickered but stayed on. “Let’s get cleaned up while we’ve still got light. I grabbed my combination body wash and shampoo and lathered up John’s scalp. He lathered my genitals. We worked together to get ourselves cleaned up, and I detached the showerhead to make sure that every square centimeter of our skin was rinsed off. Once the water was turned off, I helped him slide off the ladder. I laid a fresh towel on the floor outside the shower, and John pulled himself onto it. We dried off, and I retrieved some clean underwear from my dresser.

“Do you want to put your legs back on?”

“I think I just want to sit on the couch for a bit. I can scoot over there without any help.” He began scooting across the tile, then across the carpet.

“I think I want to get a carpet cleaner. I can clean the carpet without shampoo so it’s safer for you.”

John stopped and looked up at me. His eyes misted up. “That’s so fucking sweet. You are such a fucking wonderful man. No one else has ever said anything about making the floor cleaner for me. I’m fucking falling in love with you already.”

I sat down next to him. “You’re a special guy, John. I want to snuggle with you on the couch.”

“Will you put your favorite movie on?”

I smiled. “I’d do anything for you, dear, anything.”

“I recognize that tune, but I’m not sure from where.”

“Get on the couch, and I’ll put it on.” I retrieved the disc and got everything started. John was pulling himself onto the sofa. What a cute ass. I could see part of a scar line running a few inches below the elastic of the briefs he was wearing. He’d just pulled himself onto the sofa and was facedown on the cushion when I reached forward and pulled the briefs down. The scar ran across his entire cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a closeup view of this beautiful ass.” I wiggled it with both hands and for the first time, I saw his hairless ass pucker. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over it.

“Oh, fuck, Zacky, that felt good.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I licked it up and down. I took the tip of my tongue and ran it around the edge. I noticed that his cock was against the sofa cushion and pointing toward me and was growing. I put some spit on my fingers and ran it up and down the shaft while I pushed my tongue into his hole.

John squirmed and moaned and exclaimed ‘fuck’ several times while I rimmed his ass. I think I was having a good time because he was having a good time. I tried to see how far into his hole I could push my tongue, but only the tip would fit. I applied spit to my free finger and pushed it into him.

“Fuck!” he hollered, and he sprayed a stream of cum onto me. I raised up, still on my knees. A large bolt of lightning flashed outside. I started laughing. John rolled onto his side. “What the fuck did you do? That was awesome.” Then he noticed cum dripping down my chest. “You seem to have a cum problem,” he laughed.

“You fucking asshole,” I laughed back. “Now I’ve got to shower again.” I ran back into the bathroom and rinsed off. When I came back into the room, the overture to ‘Oliver’ was playing on the TV. I snuggled up next to John.

“You know, next time you stick something in my ass…”

“Who says there’ll be a next time.”

John just stared at me.

“OK. There will be,” I admitted, “but it’s going to be a lot bigger than my finger.”

“That’s what I want to hear. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” I began to say.

“Shut up, Zachariah. The movie’s starting.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah, but it’s your asshole. Now shush.”

We’d stayed nuzzled next to one another. Nancy was about to turn Oliver over to his grandfather when Bill Sikes caught up with them and killed Nancy. At the same time, a horrible sound roared down on us. I heard the windows in the spare bedroom shatter.

“Into the spare bathroom,” I shouted as I pulled John onto the floor. I pointed to the door next to the dining room table. I grabbed the cushions from the couch and practically jumped to the bathroom door in two steps. I threw the cushions into the room and turned to John. He was scooting across the floor. I grabbed him and dragged him into the room. I shoved one cushion between me and the closed door.

“Shit, Zack. That was almost as scary as the ambush in Afghanistan.”

I could barely hear him. I pulled him to me. He held the other cushion over us.

“I love you, John,” I shouted. “It’s crazy, but I do.”

There were popping sounds, and the floor beneath us dropped. We were crushed against the toilet. I was struggling to breathe. I couldn’t hear anything except a roar, then something hit me in the head.