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THE SWIMMER

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I was looking into the pool area from the spectators� window, browsing for a lane that I could swim in. There was space in the intermediate lanes. I heard some body speaking to the clerk and I turned to go down and notice the guy checking-in had a pair of aluminum crutches with him. He must be bringing them to a handicapped person that was in the locker room, since he did not seem to need them. I went down stairs and began to suit up; there was nobody there that needed crutches. I showered, wet my goggles and entered the pool. About five laps later I saw a guy coming into the pool area on the crutches. He was about 50 years of age and very well built in the shoulders. I swam away and when I returned on the next lap he was in the pool and underwater I could see that he was missing a leg. As I turned on the wall he began to swim in the lane in front of me. Only fast swimmers do that. I increased the speed and swam behind him noticing that he was not kicking with his good leg. I realized that I could not pass him and stayed right behind him. His stump looked like a large penis head. I began to fantasize and he increased his speed. He continued to expand the separation between us. Every once in a while I would get a good look at his stump. Finally I finished my workout and headed to the showers. I was almost done and the guy with one leg came in and went to the corner shower. He leaned the crutches in the corner and hopped into the shower. I watched him as he got out of his trunks and began to soap-up. There was a long scar on the inside of his thigh. It made his stump look even more like the head of a penis. I had to turn away lest I give away my excitement. I went into the sauna to warm-up. Swimming drops my body temperature and the sauna brings it back. He came in and hopped onto the top shelf and began to rub his stump. He caught me staring and I apologized. �No problem, most people are repulsed by the sight of it� he said. Every once in awhile there is one who needs to look at the stump. Would you like to oil it for me? I gasped �yes�. �He wore a prosthesis�, he said and needs to keep the area supple to comfortably fit it on and walk without a limp. I began the massage as he leaned against the wall and shut his eyes. It was as though I was stroking a huge pecker head. I was using both hands and one was tracing the scar tissue on the inside of his leg the other was moving all over the surface. He moaned a bit and said better turn the light off before some one looks in. I shut the light off from the out side and could still see from the light coming through the window. He was now laying on the upper tier with his stump up in the air; a towel covered his hips. I stood naked with my back to the door and began to stroke his stump. The pool was closing in fifteen minutes so no one would be disturbing us. One hand stroked the scar tissue the other rubbed the helmet shaped head. After a few seconds he squeezed his legs together and the back of my hand touched his erect tool. I closed my hand on it and he shifted towards me, �Don�t stop�. I knelt on the lower tier and cradled his stump between my arm and head and began to rub it on my face. My other hand was slowly stroking away on his tool. He pulled the towel away and was pushing his hips into the air. I put my lips on his stump and began to lick the surface. My fingers stroked the scar and my hand stroked his pecker. As his tool began to swell I tried to open my mouth wide enough for the stump. I hugged the stump and he blew his load. I felt the hot cum cascade. across my arm and shoulder. �Whow, I feel as though my stump came as well as my pecker� he gasped. �I think it did, lets get into the shower before they close this place�, I said and passed him.