My name is Jason, 25, and I’ve been together with my partner Jack for five years now. We often have a lot of fun together. We are both in similar lines of business, and love going out to the club, shopping, and nudist beaches. I’m the top in the relationship. I only ever topped, because my thick eight inch uncut cock was a monster. My boyfriend loved it. He was a versatile, but once he met me, he never switched back. It was great this way, I loved to tear his ass apart, and he loved to suck and feel my dick.

The problem was, after a while it started to be too much. I got too used to his ass, and it really started to get off faster. I used to last in his ass about a good twenty minutes, but since we’ve been together, Jack knows just got to get me there, and I barley lasted five minutes. It started to effect things, so one night after sex we laid in bed and talked.

“I am so sorry I can’t last so much anymore, I am just too sensitive I don’t know what to do” I said, deflated.

“Jason, I tried to make it less sensitive, but I don’t know what to do”

“Well how do you last so long. There isn’t much difference, your dick is just a bit smaller”

Jake’s eyes looked down at his dick. Only an inch smaller, but he loved his dick anyway. He had a sudden realization. “That’s it,” shouted, “I know, my dick is cut, and I last for a long time, a good hour you complain about sometimes. How about getting cut?”

I didn’t think of it before. I rolled my foreskin up and down. I liked it, but I wouldn’t mind something different for a change, and it would mean less cleaning for me. I didn’t care too much, so I agreed to it. Better to try something new. The next day Jake set up an appointment in two weeks. We spent the time discussing what we would get. I looked online, and found that a low cut dick had an unnoticeable scar, and reduced sensitivity severely, so I choose that one.

I went to the doctor’s office the day of the appointment with Jack. I waited in the office in my boxers while the doctor got stuff ready. After he came in, he offered us one last go, so I had Jake blow me one last time. Two minutes later, I was stepping into the circumcision stirrups. A few minutes later, Dr. N was putting my foreskin on the sheet of plastic on my chest. After the surgery, I pulled up my boxers and went home to heal.

Four agonizing weeks later, we were finally able to do the trick. I have to admit, it did the trick. I lasted nearly an hour the first time, as Jack moaned in pleasure. I fucked him so long he came without even touching himself. He was a pleased bottom, and I was a pleased top. It worked out really well, the circumcision that is.

Two years have passed since that, which is about when I’m writing this reflectively. Our sex is still going strong. I last about an hour still, which is great. I actually don’t mind the cut dick. It looks a lot bigger without the foreskin attached, and it is much easier to clean, and smells great. The problem is, I’ve become a sex freak in the past few months. I just want to keep fucking, and Jake can hardly keep up. He left to go on a week business trip, so I’m at the house alone for a week.

I went on the computer to jerk. I can jerk for a good two hours at a time without cumming now, thanks to being cut. I surpassed my porn and headed over to Jake’s laptop. The funny thing was I noticed sites bookedmarked on this thing called a penectomy. I didn’t know much, but read it a bit. In his history, I saw him only looking at sites with a guy getting their dick off. I heard of this happening before. I know it is a fad within some gay (and straight) circles, and didn’t think too much.

After dinner, I got up some alcohol and read more about it on my computer. My boyfriend had hundreds of sites he looked at about it. I guess he was just into it, or heard something about it and was interested it. I looked into it though, out of boredom, pretty much. It was fascinating. That evening I jerked hard thinking of my dick gone, and I came pretty huge.

That night, I had a dream. I was fucking Jack, and all of a sudden in the dream, my dick went away. I couldn’t fuck Jack anymore. But Jack just smiled, said he loved me. We cuddled and caressed in my dream, my dick cumming in a wet dream. I woke up in the morning to the feel of wet sheets. A wet dream I muttered. Oh well, I licked it up.

For the next two days, I kept dreaming and jerking to the penectomy porn and stories. I began to think of an idea. Jack is a versatile, but I’m a horny top. The dream was so hot though, and he looked like he loved me just giving him attention. I thought to myself, maybe I have been selfish in just caring about fucking my boyfriend and having him suck my dick. I never did give him enough attention.

I decided that afternoon to go get my dick off. I looked online for one of the gay centers that offered the service downtown. I found one and scheduled an appointment for the next morning. I jerked my dick like crazy, but I made sure never to get off. The websites said you’d have more lust and frustration if you don’t get off before you get cut. My balls ached, but I was doing this for my boyfriend.

The next day I woke up without a wet dream, and my dick aching to get off. I refused. I showered and shaved my region, and went over to the center. I got in at 10 for my 10:30 appointment. I signed the paperwork and went in the locker room to change into my underwear to wait for the doctor. Inside, I saw one dickless guy walking back with a bit of a limp.

“You just get your dick off?” I asked him.

“Nah, my balls.Got them replaced with steel ones. I got my dick off a year ago. Great, I love it”

“Really? Can I look”

He let me feel a bit closer. He was left with a half inch stump that was nice and rounded, above his newly steel balls set. It looked really hot. I instantly got hard, but refused to let the dick go out of my boxers.

“You in to get the dick off?” he asked me.

“Yea, a bit nervous, but I think it might make me a better boy for my mate”

“It will. I did it for my boyfriend, and we became much closer. Plus, it is much easier and better to work out with. I’d suggest the half inch, best of both worlds”

“Thanks man” I said, “I’ll keep that in mind”.

I waited a bit in my boxers for the doctor to call me in. I was a bit nervous.

“So, a short notice penectomy today? What are we going to do, flush, nub, half or inch?”

“Uh…”

“Oh, must not know. Flush leaves it flat, nothing in the wake. Nub is just a small stub, enough to just rub like a button. Half inch leaves just enough to play with, and pee with, and inch leaves a bit more to jerk with”

“Oh, in that case give me a half” I said, thinking back to the guy.

The doctor led me to the table and took my boxers off me. I checked on my dick and asked if I wanted one last cum, which I sternly told him no way. He put me up on the table, and separated my legs. I got a few shots and waited a bit for it to numb down.

“Why you getting cut?” the doc asked me.

“I am a sex whore, and I feel like I just want to fuck my boyfriend, and I want to make it more about him. I’m giving up being a total top so he can have more pleasure. And he doesn’t know about it.”

“Such a sweet guy, I’m sure he’ll like it” he told me.

I leaned over and watched as the doctor put a catheter in me, and marked a line about half inch from the base of my dick. He gently took a knife and slowly cut away at the line, rounding it together into a small smooth lump, just like the guy from ealier. I felt a bit of tugging and the weight released, but no pain. He sewed me up, and bandaged me. I looked at my bruised balls and swollen cock stump, and smiled a bit.

I stayed in and healed for a bit. Jack came home for a one day break, before going out on another trip, this time to Europe for two weeks. I would have some time to heal. I told him I wanted to forgoe sex so we can save it up for a big one. He was pleasantly surprised, and we just enjoyed the one night together we would have in a little bit.

While he was gone, I finally healed up. I was fucking horny though. My stump was raging in my boxers as I walked, brushing up against it. I just was desperate to get off. My balls were heavy, and I tried to rub my stump, but nothing came out. It felt OK, but nothing too pleasurable. I ended up just settling for letting the horniness take over me. My balls tingled.

Jack finally came back and I was ready to get some action on. My horniness I funneled into my love for Jack, I loved him so much, so I kept thinking of how sweet being with him was. The first night I made sweet love to him. I refused to let him anywhere in my pants. I told him it was to be all about him.

I kissed him for hours. My balls ached with every kiss sending pleasure down my spine. Jack kept trying to reach for my dick, but I pushed away. I didn’t want to reveal it quite yet. I sucked him off for the longest time. He blew once in my mouth, and I swallowed greedily. I missed the feeling of a good cock. I flipped him over and licked and rimmed his ass. It was hot and sweaty, my usual turn on. As I lubed his ass with my tongue, I felt a tinge of regret that I could never fuck that beautiful ass again.

Jack finally insisted I take my stuff off. I coyly went in my boxers and we cuddled for a bit. I held him close as I sensed him reach for my dick. Instead of feeling my dick, I felt him enter my boxers, and feel my balls, my stump, and look at me. I held his hand there.

“Jack, I am sorry I have been so self centered. You deserve more than just getting fucked. You deserve a guy to love you deeply without a need to fuck your ass. Jack, I cut my dick off for you so we could be a better, loving couple. I gave up being a top, my dick, your ass, my desires, so we could make it more pleasurable.”

He looked deep in my eyes, and kissed me deeply. “Jason, I love you more than the world right now. You are the sweetest guy. I was going to suggest it to you, but I am so proud you did it on your own.” I think he was pleased.

He pulled my boxers off and went to down. I was utterly in bliss. He kept rubbing my stump as he licked my balls and ass. I felt waves of pleasure enter me as he sucked my small little stump. More so his tongue kissing it, because that’s all he could get on my ½ stump, but it was still wonderful. I kept getting horny, but no release. I was so sexually frustrated, but nothing did it. After a good hour of being massaged, he pulled off me, and I was a bit relieved because I was fighting a battle to cum I knew I wasn’t going to win. Frustrated, we went to bed. His spent dick resting gently next to my ass. My frustrated stump ached through the night.

The rest of our relationship up until now has been great. I get wet dreams about once a month, which help me when I am really horny. Whenever we make love, it is bliss. I love the frustration after I learned to live with it. Jack and I are great together, and he even introduced me to the art of bottoming. Let me tell you, I am glad I tried it. I love it. And I stopped being horny for fucking other guys and being a horn dog, because I have the guy I love to pleasure me as much as I need. I know I can’t cum with having sex or rubbing, but I know I can feel deeper pleasure, that of love. I gave up being a power top for my boyfriend, and I don’t regret it at all. I worship his dick, and he worships my stump. Together, its beautiful. No longer am I a power top, but moreso a “power stump”.