I loved to look at, and have sex with, dickless guys, especially the ones who still have balls. About a tenth of the guys in my school didn't have dicks. My cousin Steven is 15 years older than me. He told me that when he was in high school, only three guys in the whole school with about 2,400 boys were dickless. I wanted to see more dickless guys so I walked up to the window and asked, "Can I come in?"

The man looked at the bulge in my pants and said, "If you are over 12 and want your penis removed, you can come in."

I had turned 13 two months earlier. I put my ID chip on the reader. Then I lied and said, "I want my dick removed. How much does it cost to come in?"

"It's free." He handed me four sheets of paper stapled together and continued, "Read this contract carefully. If you agree to the terms, bring it back here and sign it. I will make a video of you signing the contract. Then you can come in."

I sat on a bench and looked at the papers. They were all in very complicated legalese. I was very excited at the idea of seeing many trimmed and snipped guys. I decided not to read the whole thing.

The man said, "We are recording you. Did you carefully read the entire contract? Do you agree to all the provisions of the contract?"

"Yes."

"Do you want your penis and testicles removed or just your penis?"

"Uh, just my dick."

"Sign on the last page and I will put a locator bracelet on you. Then you can enter the beach."

"What's the bracelet for?"

"It's so the lifeguard robots can find you if you get into trouble in the water."

I decided not to be naked because I knew I would have a boner most of the time. It'd be less embarrassing if my boner was partially hidden in my trunks.

Most of the guys I saw were naked. Almost two-thirds were trimmed. The rest were snipped. I was more attracted to the trimmed guys. Since they still had balls, I knew they would still have a sex drive and like being fucked more. Also, it just turned me on more to see trimmed guys.

I soon met a very beautiful trimmed boy. It was love at first sight. I would have been very attracted to him if he had a dick. His lack of a dick made him absolutely irresistible to me.

He seemed to like me too. We talked for about ten minutes. His name was Tyler. He kept looking at the bulge in my trunks. He said, "Let's go use a sex room while you still have a dick."

I fucked him with his legs over my shoulders. He came before I did. When I felt his spunk squirt against my belly, I came too. After I took off my condom, we kissed and cuddled for about five minutes. He said, "Now, I'll fuck you with a strap-on dildo or vibrator. Which do you prefer?"

"No thanks. I don't like being fucked that much."

"If you don't like getting fucked, what will you do after they remove your dick?"

"I'm not getting trimmed. I lied about that so that I could come in and see all the dickless guys."

"Didn't you read the contract? It says that they will remove your dick today before you leave the beach."

"It was too complicated. I'll tell them I changed my mind."

"You can't change your mind. Once you sign, you can't go back. They will remove your dick today."

I was starting to get VERY worried. I said, "What if I leave now?"

"They won't let you leave until after they trim you."

"How do you know all this?"

"I was here yesterday. It was the first day the beach was open. I saw them stop a guy from leaving. They took him to the clinic where they trimmed him. I watched them put the machine on him and take it off five minutes later. His dick was gone. It was kind of hot. If I had a dick, I would have jacked off. Are you a good swimmer?"

"I'm pretty good. Why did you ask?"

"You might be able to get out of here with your dick by swimming way out to sea and then coming back to shore at a different beach. You'll have to abandon the stuff in your locker. It's a good thing you have your trunks."

"That's a good idea." I quickly wiped my spunk off my dick and his spunk off my belly. Then I put my trunks on.

Tyler said, "I will swim with you until you are out of this beach's area." He wrote his email address on my left forearm. "Please send me an email to let me know what happened." Then he kissed me on the mouth.

I got out to very near the end of the fence. I really thought I was going to make it. Then something grabbed me from behind. It put a mask on my face and pulled me underwater. I took two breaths through the mask. Then, I woke up in a cot. Tyler was sitting beside me, holding my hand. I said, "I didn't make it to a different beach did I?"

"No, you didn't. A lifeguard robot grabbed you. I tried to pull the robot off but another robot grabbed me."

"When are they gonna trim me?"

"They already did." I reached down and all I felt was a numb spot. My dick was gone. Permanently gone. I would never be able to fuck Tyler, or anyone else, ever again. I wouldn't even be able to jack off. I cried for several minutes. After I stopped crying, Tyler said, "I know things seem terrible now but they will get better. I was trimmed almost a year ago. The first few weeks were terrible. Now I hardly miss my dick at all. There are advantages to being trimmed."

"What advantages?"

"I don't get embarrassing boners anymore. I don't wake up with a boner that makes it hard to pee. Most guys love to fuck dickless guys. I have no problem finding guys to fuck me."

"But, I don't like being fucked."

"Before I was trimmed, I was just like you. I didn't like getting fucked much. Now I love it. I think it feels better than fucking used to."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"How did you lose your dick? Was it at a beach like this one?"

"No. It was at a trimming game."

I knew about the trimming games. I had never played because I didn't want to risk my dick. I said, "You wanted to be trimmed?"

"Hell no! My dad made me play. I could either play or go to a clinic and be trimmed. Dad said that if I played five times and didn't lose, I could keep my dick. I lost the third time I played. I think if I had played five times without losing, Dad would have made me play until I did lose. At least by playing, I got some money, the excitement of playing and I got to keep my dick more than two extra weeks."

"How much money did you get?"

"I got $50 for the first game, $100 for the second, and $150 for the third. If I had played more games, I would have gotten $150 for each game."

"Why did your dad want you trimmed?"

"He said it was because I wasted too much time jacking off and he didn't want me to get a girl pregnant. I think he was jealous because my dick was longer than his and I'm much better looking than he is. He decided to have me trimmed just after he saw a picture of me measuring my dick. It was almost six inches long. I could tell the length of my dick surprised him. I had seen his dick a few weeks earlier. I went to the kitchen at night to get a juice box. Dad was in the living room watching porn and jacking off. His dick was shorter than mine."

We exchanged addresses and discovered that we lived just three blocks apart. We went to different middle schools but would be going to the same high school in the fall.

A nurse came into my room. He handed me a plastic cup and said, "Urinate into this. If your urine doesn't have any blood in it, you can leave." He left before I could ask him any questions.

Tyler said, "I'll help you use the cup. It's a little hard the first few times." We went into the shower. I held the cup in what I thought was the right place. Tyler moved my hand a little and said, "Pee now."

Tyler and I took the same train home. I asked, "How will I keep my friends from finding out I was trimmed?"

"You might as well tell them. Within hours of you showering after P.E., they will know."

"I won't have to shower with the other guys for almost three months. I won't tell anybody before then. What do I say about how I was trimmed? If I tell them that it was at the beach because I didn't read the contract, they'll think I'm a moron. It was a pretty stupid way to get trimmed."

"All guys are stupid when they are horny. If I wasn't already trimmed, I probably would have done the same thing. Seeing trimmed guys has always turned me on. You could say that your mother or father made you play the trimming game until you lost your dick."

"I won't lie about my mother like that. She's a great mother."

"You're real lucky to have a great mom. I had a great mom. Two years ago, she slipped in the bathtub, hit her head and died. Dad tried to convince the police that I killed her. They found that she died at eleven when I was at school. Then he said it was my fault she died. He said that it was all the extra work she had to do to take care of me that made her so tired that she fell. I helped a lot with the housework. Dad never helped at all, not even when Mom had to work a lot of overtime at the hospital."

"Was she a doctor?"

"No, she was a registered nurse. I miss her very much. I wish Dad had died instead of her. He treats me real bad. When kids bully me, he says that I must have done something to make them do it. Every time I have a problem with him, or anyone else, he says I am throwing shit into the fan. He says that I will spend my life in prison or in a mental hospital. He also tells me that I think the world owes me a living. Whenever we meet people, he tells them I played the trimming game until I lost. I don't dare tell them that he made me. What happened to your dad?"

"He left when I was five. I hardly remember him at all."

"You're lucky he left. I know what you can say when guys ask why you were trimmed. You can say you played the trimming game once because you thought you wouldn't lose and you were unlucky."

"That's a good idea. I know two guys who lost their dicks that way. I don't know much about the trimming game. Can you tell me about it so that I can be more convincing?"

"Sure. The rules might be different at different centers. At the one in our city, they had the game at four P.M. and at seven P.M., every Monday, Wednesday and Friday except holidays. On Saturday they had games at ten, four and seven. They didn't have the game on Sunday. That was last year, they might have more games per week this year. You can check their web site." When I checked, I learned that, this year, they have games every weekday and they pay twice as much money per game.

"The first thing they do is check your ID chip to see if you are 10, the minimum age. One time, a boy looked like he was eight but his chip said he had turned 10 a few days earlier. If six guys show up within 20 minutes, they start the game. If only five guys show up, they can play, if they, or their parents, all want to. If less than five guys show up., they can't play. The guys can come back at the next scheduled game. If you play, you have to wait at least a week to play again.

"They take the guys into a locker room. Employees check to see if the boys have too many or too few clothes. The maximum number is eight. If the boy's parent wants him to lose, the parent can force him to wear seven, the minimum number. The first time I played, Dad made me wear just sneakers without socks, shorts without underpants and a T-shirt which is four clothes. Dad argued with them but they made me wear three more clothes. They lent me a pair of socks and a pair of briefs. One guy tried to wear ten clothes. A guy made him take off his sweater and jacket before the game started.

"The players go into the game room. The youngest boy rolls a dice. If it comes up one, two guys will lose, otherwise only one guy will lose. The guys play strip poker. The first one, or two, guys who lose a hand after they are naked, lose their dicks. The losers have to wait until all the guys are naked. Then the losers have to lie on cots. Workers put trimming machines over them. After the machines beep, the workers take the machines off and the boys are dickless."

"Were you the only guy whose parents made him wear only seven garments?"

"No. Two of the times I played, one other guy wore seven. The other time, two other guys wore seven. Like me, their parents forced them to wear just seven clothes. A worker told me that about 40 percent of the players are forced to wear seven clothes."

"Did any of the games you played have two losers?"

"Yeah, at my third game, the boy who looked like an eight-year-old rolled a one. He was real upset. I told him it was random and that he didn't cause it. He was the first boy to be naked. He started crying because he was sure he would lose his dick. He didn't lose. Even when he was crying, his dick was sticking almost straight up."

"Did his parents force him to play?"

"No, he came in on his own. He swore he would never play again. A month later, I saw him in the showers at the public pool. He was dickless. I asked him if he had been forced to play. He said that he hadn't. He liked the money and excitement so much that he played two more times and lost his dick."

"Did you ever have to play with just five guys?"

"No. One time we were just starting to vote when a sixth guy came in."

"Did you ever have to come back because not enough guys came to play?"

"That happened almost half the time." I didn't have any more questions about the trimming game. We talked about other things until we got to our train stop. We liked almost all the same movies, TV shows and books. If I still had my dick, we would be great lovers.

Tyler came to my place after we got off the train. Just before we got there, I said, "Please don't tell my mom that I've been trimmed." He agreed.

We talked, kissed and cuddled for about an hour. I really wished I still had my dick and could fuck him. Then I started to get a little sore where my dick used to be.

Tyler said, "The numbing medicine the trimming machine used has worn off. I was sore for several hours after the medicine wore off. Do you have aspirin and one of those flexible cold pads you keep in the freezer?"

"We have those."

"Good they'll help. Be sure to take the aspirin with milk. It's better for your stomach that way. I should go home and let you get some rest. I love you." He kissed me on the mouth. It felt wonderful.

"I love you too. I wish I could still fuck you."

"I wish we both had dicks and could fuck each other."

The next day, I saw a news report on how the dickless beach was tricking guys into being trimmed. The government made the people who ran the beach verbally warn guys. I wished I had waited a week to go to the beach.

That Wednesday, Tyler and I went to a support group for guys who had been trimmed or snipped. One guy said, "My older brother got a girl pregnant. He had just turned 18 so Dad couldn't have him trimmed. Dad made me play the four o'clock trimming game. He made my younger brother play the seven o'clock game. Neither of us lost. The next day he took us to a clinic and had us trimmed. We were both trimmed because of what my stupid brother did. It's not fair." I agreed. Several boys were forced to play until they lost because their parents thought they jacked off too much.

Eight days after I was trimmed, I sent Tyler an email just after breakfast. I said, "I'm so horny I can't stand it. Please bring your strap-on vibrator here and fuck me." He was at the door in less than ten minutes.

When Tyler fucked me, it felt a lot better than it felt the other times guys had fucked me. My mood was a lot better after I had my orgasm. Tyler and I kissed and cuddled for several minutes. Then Tyler said, "Now I want you to fuck me. I haven't been fucked since the day you were trimmed."

"Why not? You said you had no trouble finding boys to fuck you."

"I love you so much, I decided to not let anybody but you fuck me. When you fucked me at the beach, it was the best fuck I ever had, by far. I know it was because I loved you and you loved me. I never loved any of the other guys and they never loved me. I fell in love with you, the second I saw you."

"It was love at first sight for me too. We must be soul mates."

Fucking Tyler with the strap-on didn't give me any sexual sensations. I really liked it anyway. I think it was because I was giving him pleasure and I loved him. Tyler said, "That was almost as good as when you fucked me at the beach. It was way better than any other guy fucking me."

A few days later, I let a good-looking guy fuck me. It wasn't nearly as good as when Tyler fucked me with the strap-on. The next day, I got a trimmed boy to fuck me with a strap-on. It wasn't very good either.

Tyler and I had sex at least once a day. We always did it at my place because of how unpleasant his father was. Tyler stayed at my place as much as he could to get away from his father.

Four weeks after we met, Mom arranged for Tyler to move in with us. I loved sharing my room and bed with him. Somehow, Mom got Tyler's father to pay her for Tyler's food and clothing etc. He paid 10 percent more than what Child Services pays foster parents. All of us were happy with the arrangement. Less than a week after Tyler moved in with us, his dad had a girlfriend move in with him.

When I showered after P.E. for the first time, I noticed that many more boys were now dickless. Last year it was about one in ten. Now it was about one in six. Two years ago, it had been about one in 15. Most of the new dickless boys were trimmed and not snipped.

At lunch the only thing we talked about was dickless guys. Billy said, "I went to a small camp last summer. One day they took all the boys with dicks to a trimming center. The counselors tried to convince all of us to play. They talked about the money and how exciting it was. They even said that if we didn't play at least once, we were cowards. Out of the 61 of us, 12 decided to play. I didn't play. They had all 12 guys play at the same time. Two boys lost their dicks. One loser didn't even seem to mind. He said that his mom was probably going to have him trimmed soon anyway."

I asked, "Did any of the counselors play?"

"No. None of them could play because none of them had dicks. The camp director hired only trimmed and snipped guys as counselors."

Fred's father had him trimmed two years ago. He said, "I work part time at the trimming center. About a month ago the director of an orphanage started bringing in his boys and forcing them to play. A few days ago, the headmaster of a private school brought in a bunch of boys and urged them to play. Three of them played but none of them lost. I heard two boys say they would play next week."

Mike said, "Did you hear that the dickless beach tricked a bunch of guys into getting trimmed?"

I forgot what I was going to say and replied, "That's how I was trimmed."

Mike said, "That's a bummer."

I said, "Don't you think it was a dumb way to get trimmed?"

Mike replied, "It's no dumber than playing the trimming game until you lose. Lots of guys do that. That's how I was trimmed." I didn't know Mike had been trimmed. He had P.E. at a different time than I did. I was glad I didn't lie about it. All the guys were supportive and none of them teased me.

A very young-looking boy looked at me. He asked, "How do you tolerate it?"

"Tolerate what?"

"Having high levels of testosterone because you still have testicles and not being able to masturbate because you do not have a penis? Twenty-eight days after I started masturbating, my mother had me penectomized. That was 33 days ago. I am extremely frustrated sexually. I do not know what to do."

"How old are you?"

"I am eleven years and 23 days old. I skipped three grades."

"I tolerate it by having my boyfriend fuck me. You can't legally fuck until you are 12."

"How can a boy be fucked? Boys do not have vaginas."

"Boys can be butt-fucked."

"Do you enjoy that? Do you get orgasms that way?"

"I like it a lot. I have very good orgasms with my butt."

"I do not think I can wait until I am 12 years old. Is there anything I can do before then?"

"You can use a vibrator up your butt."

"I will try that. Thank you. Will you be my friend? I want to have friends but I do not know how to acquire them."

"I would love to be your friend. My name is Wyatt. What's your name?"

"My name is Albert Einstein Carson."

I held out my hand but Albert didn't seem to know what to do. Tyler said, "You are supposed to shake his hand."

We shook hands. Then I said, "It would be better if you said your name is Albert Carson or just Albert."

"Why?"

"I will explain later. I think I can teach you how to make friends."

"I want that. What should I do first?"

"Start talking like a boy and not like an encyclopedia."

"I have heard three talking encyclopedias. My speech is not similar to the way they speak." I arranged to meet him after school so that I could explain things to him.

Dustin said, "Butt-sex is not for everybody. Six months ago, my father made me play the trimming game until I lost my dick. I tried having guys fuck me several times. I tried several kinds of vibrators. None of them felt good or made me cum. I was so frustrated that I couldn't stand it. Four months ago, I went to a clinic and had them remove my balls. It's a lot better now. I no longer need sex I can't have. I'm happier now than I was before I was trimmed. All of you should have your balls removed."

Frank said, "I agree." Nobody else said anything.

Mike looked at Frank and asked, "Why did your parents have you snipped?"

"I was a real bad bully. The school told them to have me snipped and they did. I hated it at first but now I love it. I no longer want to hurt people. The only time I even think about sex is when guys ask if they can fuck me. I always say no. I get along with everyone much better now. I even have a snipped boyfriend. We kiss, cuddle and hold hands. It's wonderful."

A boy I didn't know said, "My dad made me play the trimming game until I lost because he caught me jerking off. About six months later, he found out I was letting my boyfriend fuck me. He took me to a clinic. I thought he would have my balls cut off. Instead, he had the pleasure nerves from my prostate cut. I can't cum from being fucked anymore. I still let my boyfriend fuck me because he likes it and I love him. After I turn 18 and have the money, I will have the nerves reconnected."

"How can you stand having balls and not being able to cum?" Mike asked.

"I can still cum. My boyfriend sucks on my nipples while both of us stroke my balls, thighs and belly. It's real hard and takes a long time but I do cum. When I cum, it's super-intense. We only do it once a week 'cause it's so hard to do."

Mike said, "I wish I could have my dick grown back." He looked around at us and asked, "If you could get your dick grown back and it cost $200,000, would you save up and do it? I would."

Several boys said that they would. Tyler, Dustin and Fred said they wouldn't. Mike looked at me and said, "What about you Wyatt?"

I thought about it for several seconds. I said, "No, I wouldn't. Except for having to sit to pee, I don't really miss my dick much anymore. I have great sex with Tyler two or three times a day. I don't need anything more. If I already owned a nice condo and had lots of money in the bank, I might do it."

The end.

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