He's going to want to have sex with me, and I won't know how to say no to him after all he's told me. How can I deny him that affirmation when he so needs to feel like he can move forward, start over, be new?

We sit that way for a long time. Then I pull off his tank top. No scars on the surface, but what a fine surface it is. Smooth, muscled, pale skin for a guy in California... under different circumstances, I'd be so hard just looking at arms like his... or a chest... or serratus... or those lats... and his abs completely put mine to shame. We get between the sheets, hug and kiss. I'm naked and he's nearly naked and none of this is sexual. It's just human... human embrace, human comfort, human love. I'm not IN love with Luke, just loving him as a fellow human in pain. We fall asleep holding each other.

The morning brings the sex. I wake up with Luke licking my dick like a big popsicle. He's fascinated with the way the foreskin pulls back and then slides up again. Then he's sucking me. It's good, but not as good as Madison. Still, I'm enjoying it, and his body is like this sexual fantasy, muscles so close and full under the skin. When I come it's as much from seeing and touching his body as it is from his inexpert blow job.

Amazingly he's still wearing his underwear, but clearly his dick wants out. I pull them off, and there are no scars hiding there either. The explosion that took Luke's lower legs left the rest of him surprisingly untouched... on the surface. He's got dark brown pubic hair, lots more than me, but still not everywhere like some guys have. His dick is perfectly suited to his body, a great looking cock, but average... actually the perfect size for the blow job I bestow on him. After a couple of minutes, I stop and give each stump a kiss. It's weird, I couldn't think about it, I just did it... it felt right... and then he had one of those explosive orgasms when I finished him off. His cum was thick and slick and tasted like he must have eaten some sweet food with exotic spices recently... maybe the best cum I've ever swallowed.

We fall asleep again with my dick and one leg between his legs. The stumps are almost starting to feel natural to me.

When we wake up the sun is full up and shining in the window. We discuss the presidential race over breakfast. We don't agree on who should be president, but we do agree that our troops have to come home. He's all for bringing them home now, or as soon as the next president takes office. I'm thinking we screwed up going in in the first place, but we have to pull out in a responsible way... and that may take a little time... not years surely, but maybe up to a year or so. It's hard to say "wait" when more stories like Luke's will surely happen, but I don't see how we can go someplace yank out its supports and then leave it to pull itself back together.

With his jeans on and covering his prostheses, Luke could pass for "whole." He says good bye to me at the door that way... and shirtless. His V-shape goes down into his jeans so seductively, I almost push back into his apartment. I don't know if we'll get together again. We've exchanged cell numbers and e-mail addresses, but I've still got Madison... and Luke's still got demons... maybe fewer than before, but he's not yet entirely out of harm's way.

A couple of hours later I tell Madison about the encounter without going into a lot of detail about how fantastic Luke's body is. His reaction surprises me. "We have to include him in campus politics. He'll be a natural: a gay, double amputee vet." I'm not so sure. Maybe Luke wants to be a private citizen. Maybe he'll want to be with me more than Madison is comfortable with. Maybe we should let him decide if he wants to get that involved in college politics.

Mads keeps after me; so, I set up a meeting, and when he gets a load of Luke's body (he's wearing 501s again and a polo shirt, and he looks like some sad-eyed model), he gives me a look like he can't believe I didn't say how built this guy is. It's an amazing fit, though: Madison is all about action and Luke responds to being part of a plan. It seems to help him find his own comfort zone to have a structure.

Classes start, we become a team in the student gov. offices, and out. Suntanning nude on the deck, catching lunch at the student U, sleeping at each other's homes, and yeah, three way sex. It's easy to forget about Luke's wounds with so much going on. He's not complaining, his eyes don't always look quite so sad, but once in a while he grimaces or gets a far away look going.

The sex is great, fantastic. Two guys working over my dick and balls is amazing. They work out something of a team effort. There's certainly enough dick for them both to be on it, one sucking the end and the other licking it up and down, one on each side of it, one teabagging my balls and the other working the shaft or head. They seem to enjoy working me over: nips, ass, balls, dick, I'm like one big bundle of sexual nerves and they are all over it. Fucking fantastic! I'm so mind blowingly blown away when they finish me off, I'm like in a haze as I watch them fuck and suck each other. Their dicks and asses fit each other better than either of them does with mine. If I wasn't so satisfied already, I might be jealous as I watch them go nuts, one fucking the other. I know each body so well, I can almost feel what they do as they do it to each other.

Sometimes I touch them as they make love... yeah, it really is making love when they do it. I particularly like running my hands over Luke's pecs and abs. Depending on what they are doing, I may suck his nipples or lick his ass. If it feels like I'm focusing too much on Luke, I massage Madison's back or kiss him. They let me participate like that, but it's almost like they're just as happy to let me watch... and the watching is like way better than porn. Mads is still the best at giving head, but Luke is a quick learner. And I DO envy how easy it is for them to fuck each other... and how sensual it all is for them. I can't complain about the attention they give me, but their attention to each other is like watching them taking it up another notch or two.

Luke lets his hair grow out. It's silky soft, and I love the feel of it. He looks as masculine as ever, but not quite so tough. It's cool to see how people look at him, and he seems completely oblivious to their stares. He's like totally focused on our projects, our conversations, and just about anything Madison says. When the three of us are together it's like we are in a spotlight or something: Luke's body and handsome face, my dick, and Madison's status. It's not like Mads and I don't have good looks of our own, but Luke's got the MAJOR body and face looks.

It's a mix of feelings for me. I'm kind of used to people staring at me, and it's a little weird to find that sometimes they're looking at him instead, or Madison. That's cool, really, we are like a team, and no one can top the impression we make walking or talking together. Yeah, a lot of that is still based on what we LOOK like together, but we also have a chemistry thing going. People listen when we speak, apart or together. They respect our ideas. They trust our research, experience, and initiatives. The student senate passes our bills, the administration responds to our requests, the faculty board asks for our input. We each are being really conscientious and thoughtful when speaking on our own, but it's a real synergistic thing that happens when we take something on together.

Mads is the nominal leader, of course, but Luke and I each take the lead when it feels right. It's a unique kind of pleasure having people look to one of us for that role, and I know when it's me I try to push for what is RIGHT, not just for the power of control. I think both of the other guys feel the same way. Luke still tends to take a back seat, and Madison still steps up first most of the time. It's not really like a competition, more like an innate sense when it's just someone's and not someone else's ball to carry into the end zone. We make a special team.

Since Luke's apartment is closest to campus, Madison and I have keys so we can study or nap there between classes. I try not to impose too much on his hospitality, but Luke always seems happy to see me come through the door if he's there. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we just do what we have to for classes or the senate. At some point during the semester the Marines banner comes down, and it's like the apartment loses something sharp and becomes even more comfortable. Sometimes, if all three of us are there, we head to the bedroom and more mind blowing sex, and I enjoy the poster of a buff naked guy that's replaced the banner as we undress. If it's just two of us, we might hug or touch or even kiss without getting sexual. I'm comfortable with it that way... mostly... until I come in one time, and I hear them in the bedroom.

I guess I've come in quietly, not on purpose, but maybe they are too into their love making to hear me. Maybe they won't have stopped even if they have heard me. I don't sneak down the hall, but those sounds and that poster pull me down the short hall. I stop before I can look in and see them. It's almost like the nude in the poster is remembering a recent particularly excellent sexual encounter. He stands there in sepia and the sounds of pleasure are so compelling...

I look around the corner. The scene is familiar enough. Luke's stumps are waving in the air, Madison's ass is pumping in and out. Their bodies are writhing together in a sinuous dance of love. It is really quite beautiful to watch, and I do just that. I watch. I am not a part of this, just an observer... and as I watch, observe, I see the obvious. These two men are in love.