He smiled and went to his freezer. This was the first time he had seen his cock since he cut it off two days earlier. As he moved bags of frozen vegetables aside he found it buried in the back in a large freezer bag. He pulled it out. There was a little bit of blood that had pooled around it in the bag and then froze. He pulled the penis and testicles out and held them in his hand. They were heavier since being frozen but he marveled how for the most part, the coagulated blood had kept the penis semi erect. The soft skin of his cock had the same feeling of a frozen turkey, but the the shaft gave him thoughts of the chocolate covered bananas his folks used to buy him at the carnival when he was a kid.

Without thinking further, he stuck the tip of the frozen cock in his mouth. He had always wondered what it would be like to give himself head, and he had never felt his own cock in his mouth before. He buried the shaft into his throat with building satisfaction, and rolled his tongue around the head of his penis. Of all the things he had done, he felt more ashamed about this act than anything else, and quickly put the cock back in the bag and returned the bag to the back of the freezer.

He went to the bathroom and took a shower, being very careful about his stitch line where he had sewn himself up after his castration. He had been popping anti-inflammatories and keeping the area clean. He'd been nude most of the day in his apartment. Letting the wound air dry was something he figured was a wise thing to do. He had had the bandage off since this morning. He looked forward to tonight. It was his date with Sophie.

He got dressed in his stylish best but wondered now should he pretend to have a cock so as to not scare her away? Of course he didn't plan to tell her about it. It would be better if it came to that at the proper time, when and if they ever engaged in intimate behavior. He also didn't want to stuff his crotch with a sock or some such and then realize his wound would have an allergic reaction to his laundry soap. So he would go absolutely flat crotched, and hope she didn't notice.

He walked to the diner, he was actually pretty nervous. He was thinking about what he was going to say, whether or not they would hit it off well, that kind of thing. For that reason, the thought of his castration had gone to the back of his mind. He worried that they would sit in awkward silence much more than he was worried about not having a cock. It seemed like a logical concern.

Sophie smiled when she saw him enter and sit down. She had already been sitting there for awhile. She said it was her plan to get there and 'stake out the place' before their date was even scheduled. He found her eccentric behavior charming. And they hit it off rather well. This had been their first time together when they were not just making small talk and Zen was pleased that it turned out they had so much in common. They did people watching and both both ate lightly at dinner, but both ordered dessert. When their night had concluded, she kissed him on the cheek. He felt good about it.

This went on for a few more weeks. They had dates, they enjoyed each other's company, and then said good-bye at the end of the night. Zen realized that without his balls, he was losing his sex drive. But he had prepared for this situation by obtaining a large supply of testosterone pre self surgery. His wound was healing up nicely, and before long he was able to take the stitches out. He loved the shiny scar that had developed, but soon he began to grow his pubes out again.

He abstained from the testosterone because he thought that his relationship with Sophie shouldn't revolve around sex. Granted Sophie with all of her eccentric patchwork quirks, was still smoking hot underneath. But he wanted her to know that he was a reliable guy who wouldn't just be there so he could have sex with her. If he got her to trust him, then maybe she would be more understanding when it came time to show her his secret.

It finally came to a head one night after a date when their conversation took a turn on the amorous side. Something had changed in her and she eyed him hungrily. He blushed which turned her on even more. Embarrassed, he said his goodnight to her and tried to head home. As he looked back, he saw her going her own way, with her eyes glued to him. He rushed home and took out the testosterone with shaking hands, wondering maybe if there was still time. He knew that he only had minutes.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door of his apartment. When he opened the door, Sophie flung herself into his arms and soon they were passionately kissing on his bed. She tore off her tight shirt and bra to reveal beautiful b-cups with pink areolas. He sucked on her nipples as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She grabbed his shoulder and pinned him on the bed and frantically fumbled to get his belt unbuckled.

In a slight panic, he reflected her hands and picked her small body up under the arms and tossed her on the bed onto her back. "Not yet," he smiled, "first you."

Zen pulled Sophie's dress up and yanked down her panties. Her pubic hair was trim and smelled like tropical fruit. She tasted just as good as he went down on her, sucking and nibbling her clit. Sophie arched her back and moaned ecstatically. When she came, she locked her thighs around his head and he licked and nibbled, and sucked even more as her orgasms piled one on top of another. But he didn't stop, he put his fingers in and buried them to the knuckles into her pussy, and ate her clit even more, using a juicy wet extra finger to slide against her asshole, penetrating it only a little. This got her hot and she fell back down into her valley of sexual utopia. What seemed like hours later, she came again and her whole body shook with pleasure as she ran her fingers through his hair.

When he knew she was thoroughly satisfied, he stopped, kissing her around the vagina and vulva before coming up for air, planting kisses on her torso the entire way up to her neck and face. She smiled and held his chin in her palm, wiping her juices away from his mouth. She smiled and kissed his lips.

She positioned herself to be on top and worked her way down till her face met his groin. Her fingers went to his zipper. He didn't know what to do, and at the last second he stopped her.

"Wait," he said, pulling her up to meet him face to face, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea." he smiled, trying to hide his fear.

"Why, what's going on?" she asked.

He couldn't begin to explain.

She smiled trying to reach an understanding. "You get premature ejaculation?" she asked, "that's ok, I'm fine with with that. I'll just make you cum over and over."

But Zen shook his head.

Sophie seemed a little puzzled, but she was determined. "You have a really small penis." she offered, "that's ok too. I've been with really small guys before, but none of them were able to go down on me like you did. If you have a tiny penis, I'll be just fine with it."

Again, he shook his head. As he was staring into her eyes the entire time and oblivious to her hands, he did not notice her caressing his genitals, or lack thereof. He looked down to see her fingers grace the smoothness of his crotch. Her brow furrowed. He thought this was as good a time as any. He would have to throw caution to the wind and let her find out for herself.

"Are you a woman?" she asked. "Transsexual, I mean?"

"No," he confessed, standing up, "I cut........I cut off my penis and testicles a few weeks ago."

He watched the confusion build in her eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before that confusion turned into horror and then she would be storming out in tears. But he had to try anyway. This might be his only chance.

She stared at him silently.

"It was before you and I met on the street corner two days before our first date." he said.

"Why?" she choked.

"I don't know why." he stumbled, "Ever since I was a little kid, I've been obsessed with the idea. I've tried everything to stave it away, but nothing helps. I even went to a shrink and that was no good. I don't want to be a woman, I'm not gay, I just needed to do it. The obsession finally mounted and over the years, it was all I could think about. I lost sleep, I lost my last girlfriend. I became an anti-social recluse, until the day I finally decided to do it. And since then I've felt much better. I feel like a new person. But then you came along and you made me feel like a new person too. And I don't want to lose you. But if you walk out that door, all I can do is be grateful for the time we spent together, because I am not the same person I was."

By now he realized he was nervously rambling. Sophie stood up and put her hand over his mouth. When he was quiet, she kissed him delicately on the mouth. She kissed him lightly on the neck and then unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him all over the chest and stomach. She lay him back down on the bed and began to unzip his pants. slowly she opened his fly and pulled his boxers down. Then she kissed the flat area where his penis and testicles had been. She smiled when a small stump began to swell. There was still a tiny bit of penis left. She began to kiss it and then she was sucking it. She pulled all of her clothes off and he pulled his clothes off. She brought her pussy over his face in a 69 position and soon they were bringing each other to a climax. They both came at the same time and it was an intense primal sensation. As her wetness flowed onto his face, what came out of his urethra was not cum, but it was a sign that he could still have an orgasm if he was handled right.

They lay on the bed panting and sweating in each others arms, smiling and kissing each other.

"No penis, no testicles, no problem." she said, "this proves to be a very interesting relationship."

Zen smiled back at her gratefully.

They had sex on and off non stop for the next two days before they had to go back to work. Sophie left his apartment early. It was the first time Zen had been alone since he told her. He decided it was time. He pulled his penis and testicles in the plastic bag out of the freezer and placed them in a brown paper bag.

"I guess I won't be needing these any more, after all." he said. He threw the brown paper bag in the dumpster outside his apartment building and went to work where everyone was surprised to see how much more social and pleasant he was.