When he arrived, he was completely different. He was so polite and obedient I thought a robot might have replaced him. At dinner Mom asked, "What did you do to make Vincent behave so well?"

"He was behaving so badly I got him into an experimental program. It worked so well that it will be available to everyone on August first. I came here to tell you so that you can enroll Dave as soon as possible. I am sure there will be a long waiting list soon."

"What is that program? How does it work?"

"They remove the boy's penis and preserve it. If the boy behaves well, they reattach it after he turns 18. All the boys behave really well so that they can get their penises back."

"That sounds wonderful. I will have Dave and Donny done." I was shocked. I put my hands over my crotch. Donny did the same.

Aunt Jane said, "It won't work on Donny. He's too young. It only works on boys who have started, ah, abusing themselves." I was puzzled for a few seconds. Then I realized she meant jacking off. Donny relaxed but I was really worried. I knew Mom would have it done to me. How would I manage without a dick for almost four years? How would I go without jacking off for that long? I did it at least twice a day.

Jane said, "Vincent show your aunt your crotch."

Vincent said, "Yes Ma'am." He stood up and pulled his pants and underpants down.

He stood there silently until his mom said, "That's enough."

I didn't see a pee-hole. I said, "How does he pee?"

Aunt Jane said, "He has a urinary opening between his scrotum and anus. He sits on the toilet like a civilized person. It's wonderful. No more urine on the floor."

"What happens if he does not behave well?" Mom asked.

"He will go on probation for one to three years, depending on how badly he behaved. If he behaves well on probation, he will get his penis back."

I was still eating when Mom and Aunt Jane left the table. I noticed that Vincent had finished eating but was just sitting there. I finished eating and said, "Let's go to my room and talk."

"No, I have to clear the table and wash the dishes first."

I said, "OK." I helped him and he wouldn't go to my room until all the dirty dishes were in the dishwasher or washed by hand. He even insisted on washing and drying the table and all the countertops. When we left, the kitchen was cleaner than it had ever been.

After we were in my room I asked, "How do you stand not jacking off?"

"I try not to think about it. When it gets real bad, I go for a run. If I run real hard until I am exhausted, I can go to sleep and stay asleep for a long time."

"So that's why you look so much thinner and more muscular. Except for your dick being gone, you look really good. How do you know your mom won't lie when you're 18 and say that you behaved worse than you did?"

"We will both have to testify with one of those computers that can tell if you're lying by looking at micro-expressions on your face. If she lies, she'll get into a lot of trouble.

"I brought my camera with me. I have almost forgotten what my dick looked like and I don't have many pictures of it. I thought you would want to take a bunch of pictures of yours before your mom has it removed."

I said, "That's a good idea." I took off my clothes and Vincent took several pictures of me. "I want to take some pictures of you naked. You look so good now that you are so fit."

"OK. If you promise not to show them to anyone."

"I promise."

After I took the pictures, Vincent said, "You remember how we used to jack each other off? I want to do it again."

"But how? You don't have a dick anymore."

"I can jack you and you can play with my balls and stroke around where my dick was. I think I might be able to cum that way. I really, really need to cum." I soon came. He hadn't cum so I kept stroking. After several minutes, he said, "It's no use. I can't come this way." Then he started crying. I held him until he fell asleep. Then I put a blanket over him. I set up the air mattress and the sleeping bag on the floor and settled down to sleep.

We both woke up in the middle of the night. After we went to the bathroom, I said, "Let me lick your balls and around your dick place. You might be able to cum that way." He let me but he couldn't cum that way either. I felt real sorry for him and for myself because I knew the same thing would happen to me soon.

Two days after Vincent left, Mom told me that she had made an appointment for me on August fourth. I decided to run away on the third. Soon after dinner on the second, I got real sleepy so I went to bed early.

When I woke up, I was on a small bed in a strange place. Mom was there. I asked, "What happened? Where am I?"

"You are at the correction clinic. I had your penis removed. If you behave well, you will get it back soon after your eighteenth birthday. I knew you would try to run away, so I drugged you and had you brought here last night. They kept you unconscious until after the procedure so that you wouldn't fight or cause trouble."

I reached down and felt bandages where my dick should have been. Further down, I felt a plastic tube. I started crying. Mom left the room. About two hours after my breakfast, an intern and a nurse came in. They removed the plastic tube. The doctor gave me a specimen cup and told me to fill it the first time I needed to urinate. I had to squat in the shower to fill the cup.

After lunch they let me go home. I guess my pee was OK.

Three days later, my crotch was not sore at all. I started behaving real good. I wanted to get my dick back as soon as possible. I was super-horny and having trouble sleeping so I started running every night. Vincent was right. It did help me to get to sleep.

Two weeks later, Mom had to go on a business trip. Donny went to stay at a friend's house. Mom had me take a bus to Aunt Jane's house. When Aunt Jane and Vincent picked me up, at the bus station, I noticed that Vincent was back to his usual self. I was dying to know why but I couldn't ask in the car because Jane would hear.

On the way to the house, Aunt Jane got some food at a drive-through. I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate because I knew Aunt Jane would tell Mom if I didn't. Vincent went to his room and didn't help me. After I finished cleaning, I entered Vincent's room and said, "What happened to you? Did you get your dick back?"

"No, and I don't want it back."

"How in the world could you not want your dick back?"

"I discovered that nearly all gay guys and many straight guys really want to fuck guys without dicks. I've been getting tons of butt-hole sex and it's way better than jacking off."

"How did you learn that?"

"Two days after I got home from your place, I decided to go skinny-dipping. I like swimming and I figured that I could get used the other boys' reactions. Showering with the other guys after P.E. would be easier. All the guys stared. Some got partial boners. None of them said anything cruel. I think they knew the same thing could happen to them soon.

"After about an hour, I went into the bushes to rest. A good-looking boy came up to me. He said that I was really hot and he wanted to have sex with me. He gave me a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it. A few minutes later a boy with a long-thin-dick, who was even more attractive, came up to me and said the same thing. He didn't have any paper but he lived real close. I went with him to his house. We had butt-hole sex in his bedroom. It was terrific, just terrific."

"Did you check his ID to see if he was 13 and legal?"

"Of course. I'm not a dummy. He put a condom on without me having to tell him. He knew more about butt-sex than I did because he had done it before but not with a dickless guy. He told me about the positions we could use. I decided to lay face down. He put a pillow with a towel over it under my lower belly. When I came, my spunk squirted real hard. It went down our legs. Some of it got on our feet. We had to change the sheets on his bed and shower together.

"Three days later, I went back to the skinny-dipping place. One other dickless boy was there. He said that he had seen me there the last time I was there. His mom had him trimmed that afternoon. He thought he was going to the doctor for a physical. He came home the next morning without his dick.

"More than a dozen boys came up to me and said they wanted to have sex with me. Most of them had computer-printed cards with their names, phone numbers and pictures of their faces on them. I have sex with one of them at least once a day. I'm taking you skinny-dipping tomorrow."

I kind of didn't want to go because I was embarrassed to have other boys see that I was dickless. I decided that if Vincent could go, I could go too. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Three other dickless guys were at the swimming place. Vincent found a set of twins, Lance and Larry who wanted to fuck us. We went to their house. Vincent wanted all four of us to fuck in the same room. I insisted that we use different rooms.

I picked Lance because his dick was thinner than Larry's. I thought it would be easier to take up my butt. Before we started, he had me put on a special pair of briefs. It had a washcloth sewn in the bottom and a hole that lined up with my butt-hole. "What's this for?" I asked.

"It's to keep your spunk from squirting all over the place." I remembered what Vincent said about it getting on his feet and legs.

He was real gentle. He put on a glove and used one finger and then two up my butt. He really took his time and made sure I was ready before he stuck his condom-covered dick in me. I could tell that he was more concerned with my pleasure than with his. When his dick was most of the way in me, I got a wonderful sensation. I knew he was hitting my prostate which Vincent had told me about. After his dick was all the way in me, he started moving it slowly back and forth. It hit my prostate in each direction. He sped up. I soon came. It was the first time since Mom had me trimmed. I came about 30 seconds before Lance did. I didn't mind him pounding at my butt after I came. It still felt good.

After Lance finished, he pulled out of my butt. I kind of missed having his long dick up there. I took off the special underpants. They were all sticky with my spunk. Lance took off his condom. We wiped up with some tissues. Then we went into the den. Larry said, "You guys sure took a long time." I didn't say anything and neither did Lance.

We watched TV for about two hours. Then we switched partners and had sex again. Larry's thicker dick felt better in my butt but I didn't like the sex as much because he wasn't as nice. Vincent told me he liked sex with Larry better than sex with Lance. I didn't understand why.

It was the first time for the guy that fucked me next. He didn't have any of the special underpants so we put towels over his whole bed. We didn't have to change the sheets but we did have to take a shower.

I got Lance to help me make six pairs of the special briefs. He was real good at sewing. I helped him with some of his chores even though he said I didn't have to.

I had butt-sex at least once a day while I was at Vincent's house. I liked Lance the best. I wished I didn't have to go home.

The day after I got home, I went skinny-dipping at the place near my house. I saw one other trimmed guy. More than a dozen guys gave me cards. I had sex at least once a day. Sex with some guys was better than with other guys. It wasn't how big their dicks were, or their technique. It was how much they cared about my pleasure. If a guy only cared about himself, I didn't enjoy it much and I didn't have sex with him again. After about a week, I decided that, like Vincent, I didn't want my dick back. I stopped behaving like a suck up. I actually behaved worse than I did before Mom had me trimmed. She didn't understand and I didn't explain it.

When school started, I counted. Thirty-one boys were in my P.E. class. Three of us were dickless. Next Monday, five of us were dickless. Billy was one of the new trimmed boys. He was miserable. He said, "Before Mom had my cock trimmed, I jacked off at least four times a day. I need to cum so bad and I can't. How will I survive for almost four years without my cock?" I told him about getting guys to fuck him but he didn't seem to like the idea.

Frank asked, "How in the world did you jerk off four times a day?"

"I did it when I woke up in the morning. When I got home from school, I did it again. Then after dinner and just before I went to sleep. If I woke up to pee, I did it again before going back to sleep."

Frank said, "You were a horny toad. You deserved to be trimmed."

I said, "Nobody deserves to be trimmed. If it happens to you, you'll understand." A week later Frank was trimmed. He apologized to Billy.

Two weeks after he showed up dickless, Billy was very happy. I wanted to ask him why but I decided that asking would be impolite. A dickless boy asked, "Did you start getting a boy to fuck you?" Billy shook his head.

A different dickless boy said, "Maybe he's using a vibrator. That's what I do."

Billy said, "My doctor gave me a vibrator. I didn't like it so I went back to him. He gave me a drug that turned off my balls. I'm happier now than I was before Mom had me trimmed. The last time I was this happy was before puberty started. I don't have the slightest desire to jack off."

"How could you not want to jack off? It feels great," a boy said.

"I remember it feeling good but I still don't want to do it. I love being this way. I want to keep taking the drug forever, even if I get my cock back."

A month later Billy's balls and ball sack were gone. He said, "The drug was only free for the first month. I couldn't pay for it so I had the doctor remove my balls. I couldn't pay for fake balls either. My doctor urged me to keep my ball sack so that I could have fake balls put in later. He showed me pictures of guys with an empty ball sack and no ball sack. I decided to have my sack removed because it looks better."

"What about after you get your dick back? It'll look funny to have a dick with nothing below it."

"I'm not getting my cock back. I love being smooth. It looks great."

That night, when I was at the public library working on a report, a boy came up to me and said, "I heard you say that you get fucked at least once a day. How do you do it? I love getting fucked but I'm lucky if I can get fucked once a week."

"I'm dickless. All the guys who like to fuck really prefer dickless guys."

His eyes got real wide. He said, "Dickless?"

"Yes. My mom had my dick removed. She said that if I behaved real good, I could get it back when I turn 18. I like getting fucked so much I decided I don't want it back. Haven't you seen dickless guys at the showers after P.E. or at the skinny-dipping swim hole? About a third of boys our age, are dickless now."

"I don't have P.E. because I'm home schooled. I stopped skinny-dipping because I got embarrassing boners." He left with a thoughtful look on his face.

A week later, I saw another smooth boy in the showers. That evening the same boy came up to me in the library again. He said, "I had my dick removed and went skinny-dipping. I'm getting sex almost every day. It's wonderful. I can have my dick put back on anytime I want, if I pay 500 bucks. I don't think I ever will. I like being fucked too much. Thank you for telling me how to get more sex."

Mom was real upset that I wasn't behaving super-good anymore. Since I wouldn't tell her why, she took me back to the clinic. They questioned me for a long time. I got tired of all the questions so I finally told them. The state health department investigated. They found that far too many boys were not behaving better because they didn't want their dicks back. They canceled the program effective January first. I was glad because that left more boys with dicks to fuck me with and fewer dickless boys to compete with me.

From then on, about 10 percent of all boys had their dicks removed because they liked being fucked. About 2 percent of boys had everything removed. The boys said it was because they liked the way it looked. I think they had other reasons.

Vincent and I never did have our dicks put back on. Only about 20 percent of the boys who were trimmed in the program got their dicks put back on. I knew two guys who had their dicks removed a few weeks after the clinic reattached them.

The end.

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