It wasn’t that long ago but it feels like forever since I been home. I remember riding my bike along a road on the outer part of town trying to find a shortcut home. I had to race home from practice because I had to pee really badly and instead of going at the gym I'd rather just hurry home. I took what I thought was a shortcut but wasn’t. When I couldn’t hold it any longer I decided to just go in a secluded spot near a building. What started as a huge relief turned into a waking nightmare! I must have not being paying attention because the last thing I remember was feeling stuck to the ground and trembling. I was being electrocuted! I peed on an electric fence and couldn’t move until the pee ended. Once it finally did, which felt like a lifetime but was only a matter of seconds, I fell to the ground and passed out. I only remember waking up in a bright room lying on my back with lights in my face and people all around me. It felt as if I were dreaming and awake at the same time. I felt nothing, like in a dream...but could hear like I was conscious. "Where am I?" "shhhh this will help" a stranger told me. I was brought to reality when I felt a sharp needle go into my arm. The next few days were like that until I finally woke to realize what happened.

The doctors never told me and when I asked the nurses all they would say is that everything will be ok and that my parents would tell me what happened. I remember wanting to touch my crotch a lot. It itched and was sore, but I was too weak to move my arms. When I could finally lift my head I looked down at it and seen a yellowish tube coming out of me. Everywhere around my crotch was bandaged so I just figured I had a catheter put in and how embarrassing it was that someone else touched my penis and seen me naked, especially guys. I remained that way until the last week when I started to gain consciousness. After that I had a large band aid covering the stitch line that would need to come off in a few days. They told me not to touch that area so much because it's very sensitive now and would eventually go away. Every time I peed it just came out of that tube so there was no need for removal. It's strange because I never felt the urge to pee but every once in a while I found myself going into the bag that attached to that dreadful yellowish tube.

On the last day there before I was released I asked my dad why no one was telling me about my injury and why I still had that tube coming out of me. All I knew was that I was electrocuted and unconscious for a week. The second week I was in and out until the last couple day’s right up to my release. He took me to the side and told me that I peed on an electric fence and was burned. "They had to remove your penis and that was what the tube was for." “I’m really sorry son but there was no saving it." "You still have your testicles and will still be a boy, everything will work out ok" he seemed ok with that but I wasn’t. My heart sank into my chest and I sort of fell backwards a little. "Are you ok, do you need to sit down son?" asked my dad. I replied with a fake smile " no I just want this tube out of me" "can we go home now, I hate this place". The drive home was quite and thank god for that. I didn’t want my parents to ask me anything about it or even bring up the fact that I lost my penis. I just stared out the window and wondered about the next step and how it would be to live like this. While gazing at the traffic and listening to the rain hit the windows my groin area itched so without thinking I went to scratch thinking nothing of it. As soon as I touched where my dick used to be it sent a piercing sharp pain through my entire body. It felt like I was being electrocuted all over again. The drugs must be wearing off; all I could do was yelp in pain. My Mom turned around and asked "are you alright dear? What is wrong? You didn't open up your wound did you?" "noo Mom...I'm ok, just got uncomfortable is all....don't worry, I'll be fine” I said with an unconvincing look on my face. I thought “is this what it will be like forever now....when the pain will stop?" I didn’t want to take pills the rest of my life. After all....I was only 13 going on 14, what did I know.

Once we finally arrived home an hour later I started right for the stairs to my room which was the only room on that floor. "hunny do you want something to eat? I bet you are tired of the hospital food." asked Mom. "No mom I'll be ok, I'm not hungry, just tired and sore" I replied. "Son, how about I cook something on the grill...you really should eat to regain your strength" my Dad interjected. I quickly replied. "I guess, just bring it up to my room when you’re done. I want to lie down and play my game I never finished". As I hurried upstairs I kept thinking on how everything looked 'down there' and wanted to see myself without any bandage over the scar. While getting closer to my door I overheard my parents talking "Do you think he will be ok with this once school starts" "yes dear, he's tough, he will be ok.....I hope" "But don't the boys in the locker rooms take showers still...what will happen then" "Maybe I can talk to the PE teacher or principal and work something out" "no that would be dreadful to even mention...this should stay between us...no one needs to know what happened to Jake" "but dear...he will have to shower and then everyone will know...that will be too devastating for him, he will never get to date a girl or make friends. This will be his first year in high school which is stressful enough. I think we should move and find somewhere he can go without that embarrassment" "so you want me to change careers and pack up and.........."my dad was saying. I had listened to enough before I shut my door cutting him off and headed straight for the bathroom. When I got to the sanctity of my own private room I quickly took my shirt off and belt. I then carefully unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down and away from my crotch. Once that task was done, which took a good minute; I skillfully pulled my pants down and stood up looking down at my underwear. It looked so alien to me seeing my tightly whity undies without the normal bulge between my legs. I quickly thought back to how nice and big my dick was getting. It must have measured 5" and was pretty thick for a 13 year old. I was getting a nice patch of hair as well...but all that was gone now. The only thing bulging out now were my testicles, they looked so lonely without my now amputated penis. Regaining conciouseness from my mini flashback I took my underwear off and began my examination. "It looks nice actually" I thought to myself with a puzzled look on my face. "Did I just think it looks nice?" I continued. It did though....The scar line was nice and cleans around the tube. There were no signs that I ever had a penis, well, except for the thin smiling scar! Touching the scar lightly gave me a tingling sensation that was almost pleasing. I couldn't get over how it felt though. I could still feel my penis like it was there, but when I touched myself where it was all I could feel was where it used to be. I did notice there was a small bump under the scar which felt like my dick. "Would that be able to give me pleasure?" I thought. I hoped that once I got hard I'd find that part out. For now with the medicine I was taking getting aroused was out the question. It's a good thing too because I was still very sore when I walked and moved that part of my body. I guess the only people who could understand that feeling were ones in the same situation as I. Then I thought "I am probably the only kid in the world who doesn’t' have a dick anymore". After my examination I put on a pair of boxers and went to lie down and play my game. That night I almost didn't sleep at all. I just laid there thinking, almost dreaming about how things were going to be in school and with my friends. How was I going to hide this, especially from girls?

When I got up the next morning I was very sore and had a throbbing pain in my groin. I must have tossed and turned at night because the band aid was curled up on the ends and sticking to my boxers. "This isn't going to work" I thought. I needed to make sure I'm careful with that tube so it doesn’t get pulled out. Once up and in the bathroom I drained the bag attached to it and pulled off the band aid. Before I put a new one on and took my medicine I started feeling around the tube again. This time I was able to get aroused and started to get hard. The pain was harsh, but I kept going. I could finally see a small stump start to appear. It felt like the end of my stump was too tight and going to rip. But, I kept rubbing. Once I was hard I had about a half inch stump. It was more like a small mound with my peehole at the top. I wondered once the tube was taken out if I were going to have enough of my dick left to masturbate. All I could do for now was hope. It felt great having an erection...even though the pain was there, I was somewhat satisfied. I went downstairs after getting ready for the day and noticed my parents were already dressed. They told me they were going to a meeting and would be gone the whole day. "There are left over’s from last night in the fridge to reheat and here is a twenty in case you need anything hunny” mom said while digging through her purse. "Don’t ride your bike and be careful not to walk around too much Son, you don’t want to end up back in the hospital" My Dad told me as they walked passed. I was a little confused by where they were going. "A meeting? With who? I thought. It didn't matter too much because I love having the house to myself. Once gone I just watched a little TV, trying to keep my mind off of my crotch even though it popped up about every ten minutes. The rest of the day was pretty relaxing and I fell asleep on the couch with 'Saved by the Bell' on the tube. "Were home!" said a familiar voice in the background near the door. It was my parents and was already dark out. I must have slept a good 4 hours and had little to no pain at all. I was relieved, but then mad because I wasted a day without my parents around me. "How do you feel, is everything ok dear?" my mom asked as they were walking in the door. "Yeah I'm fine, just ate and watched TV all day" "well hope you have room for steaks...Dad is going to cook on the grill later and we brought home a movie we can all watch". "Sounds great Mom thanks". After a good scary movie I always like to go up to my room and scare myself to sleep so once it was over I hurried upstairs and went to bed.

The next few days were getting better and better. I no longer had pains in my crotch and didn't have to put a band aid on anymore. Since I had no stitches all there was left was taking out the tube. My dad said that once I regain my bladder control it can come out. We just had to go to the doctor’s office and they would do that for me. I worked hard on those days trying to force myself to pee. Since the tube was in me I never knew when I was or not. I would just look down and notice that my bag was either full or I was going. Everyday I would work on that until finally some sort of feeling came back and was aware that I needed to go. The day finally came when I was going to have that annoying tube removed. I was nervous but couldn’t wait to be somewhat normal. We arrived at a small doctor’s office and went inside to be greeted by a woman behind a Plexiglas window. "Hello...how can I help you?" The girl said with a smile. She looked young, but I couldn’t tell her age. After all, I am only turning 14. "We are here to see Dr. Prasaad. We have an appointment” replied my Mom. "Sure, let me just get your name right here and I will call you when he's ready." We sat down in the almost empty waiting room. It was well decorated and had a large aquarium right next to my seat so I spent the entire wait just looking at the fish. I wondered what the other people were waiting for as I looked at their reflections in the glass. "I bet they all just have colds and need a prescription" I thought as I started to feel my crotch tingling slightly. "Oh no....I'm getting an erection!" I said to myself as I looked down in the corner of my eye. Normally in public this would cause a bit of a problem. I would have to adjust myself or hide it best I could so I didn't look like a pervert. But this time was different. It was the first time I had an erection outside my bedroom since I lost my penis. Even though it was as hard as a rock, there was no bulge. No 'jean dick', nothing showing that I was horny. I had nothing to worry about in that area, ever again.

As soon as I was about to feel sorry for myself my name was called. "Jake, he's ready for you in room one" said a cheerful voice. "You want me to go in with you hunny?" Asked my mom. "No mom I’ll be fine, just wait out here ok." I followed the lady to a room on the left in the hall and sat down on the tall examining table. "Here you go Jake, change into this and Dr. Prasaad will be here shortly ok" "thanks" I replied snatching the gown from her. Once I was sure the door was closed I hurried up and carefully took all my clothes off and put on the gown. I just wanted to get this done as quickly as possible so I could go home and never be in a hospital again. Just as I sat myself back on the table the doctor came in. "Hello Jake, I'm Dr. Prasaad, how are you feeling today?" he said in a strong Indian accent. "I'm fine” he replied "good, let’s take a look at your catheter and see if we can't get that removed from you ok". I laid down and he opened up my gown to inspect. He began feeling with his hands first on my stomach and then slowly worked his way down to my crotch. I still had a boner and it felt strange to have him circling around that special area with his fingers. They were pressed together and felt cold on my body. I must have been blushing because he looked at me and said "don’t worry Jake; we can take out your catheter. You will be able to urinate on your own now" "everything feels fine, I just have a few questions before we start". "Ok" was all I could get out. "First does it still hurt when you have an erection?" "Well...do you know what that is Jake?" "Yes, I do. I have one now" I replied looking up at the ceiling. "I noticed, so how does it feel?" "It still hurts a little bit but its better each day" I replied. "Good, how about urinating, does it hurt any" asked the Dr. "No". "Good, then we can remove it now". "Just relax your muscles and stay still ok". He began to slowly pull the tube out and I tried to maintain my composure as best I could. What felt strange feeling a tube that was inside my body being taken out. I felt like I was peeing actually. I was so relieved once he pulled it all the way out! "All done, now I have some instructions for you on how to care for your stump and to urinate ok" said he.

"first, when you do urinate you will want to be sitting down so you don’t make a mess ok” Since your outer penis was amputated you don't have much control over aiming your urine into the toilet" "you will need to use your two first fingers or first and thumb to push back the skin here before you go. That way you will have some sort of control” he said that as he pointed and showed me the skin around my sump. This was the first time I noticed how I looked without the tube coming out of me. "I think I'll manage Dr." "good, then you are all set. Do you have any questions for me concerning anything? Like sex or erections Jake?" "No I'm ok, I just want to find things out on my own ok" "very well then, you can call me anytime to ask if you have any though” he said as he helped me sit upright. He took his chart and left so I got dressed and waited for the nurse, or somebody to say I could go. The nurse came in with my mom and we left for home finally.

The very next morning I woke up on my own. Normally my Mom would come in and make me get out of bed, but I looked at it was almost noon. I went downstairs and found my parents at the table fixing lunch. "Good morning! How do you feel?" asked Mom. "Fine, how come you didn’t wake me up?" I replied. "Well we thought you would like your rest and so we just fixed lunch for whenever you were ready to come down" said my Dad. "well we have some news for you which you might like" " we are going to move to a smaller town near Springfield....it's small so school will be a little different. You don't have to shower during PE and no one will need to know what happened to you" "what do you think? Want to give that a try Son?" Now I figured out what they were doing when they had their so-called 'meeting'. I was kind of relieved to hear that. Moving sounded like fun and when my dad said 'small town' corn fields and woods were the first two images I had in my head. "Um....well I guess that’s ok” I said. "Would I have to explain what happened to me to anyone there?" "No hunny, that is why we are moving. No one, not even your teachers have to know. You can grow up just like all the other kids there” Just as my mom finished that sentence I got that familiar tingly sensation in my groin again. I was getting another erection. This time I wasn't nervous about it because I knew that they would never see what was happening in my pants. Though I felt different still, I was happy that I could stay horny as long as I wanted without anyone noticing. School was the worst for that. I remember having to walk up to the front of the class to give a speech and had to hide that with my book. That would no longer pose the threat of embarrassment anymore. I walked to the fridge feeling as hard as ever and acted as if nothing was happening. The one thing I noticed is that when I did get hard my balls would rub against my underwear which never happened before. I liked how that felt so walking only increased my erection and made it last so much longer. I went back up to my room hoping for some relief since it has been over a month since I came home. Once upstairs and in my bathroom, naked, I began to touch my stump. Normally I would just sit on the seat and cum in no time, just depended on how horny I was. I felt like I could explode but didn't know how to get that far. I was determined to make myself cum and tried everything I knew from pushing on the end of my stump to rubbing it between my two fingers. After about thirty minutes of trying I gave up. I was defeated. If I couldn’t masturbate, how would I ever relieve this stress? I loved jerking off. At least twice a day I would, once when I woke up and then again at night. Now, it has been over a month and half since I last was able to and it was killing me inside. I had to figure out how. That is how I spent the last few weeks here in this town figuring out.

The day came when all was packed and ready for the move. By then I got used to walking around with an erection and not being able to do anything about it. It was a huge relief not having to show off a huge boner, but I really wanted to make myself cum. I would still get a little paranoid when there were people around me and I was hard. It felt like every time someone looked at me they knew I didn’t have a penis. I knew deep down they had no clue and was probably looking at me since I was at them. But I still felt like everyone knew and it made me a little more cautious. I got better at peeing too. The first few times after the tube was out I made a mess everywhere. I was in my bathroom and had to go really bad. Once my underwear was pulled down I just started going and it sent a stream straight out of me and hit the backside of the toilet. Since I started to go it was hard for me to just stop and start over. So I made it a point to sit down every time I had to go no matter what. I did want to learn how to without sitting, but for now this would have to do. When I peed in the sitting position I had to lean way forward to stop it from hitting the edge of the seat and make a mess. Peeing felt strange because once I started it seemed to leave out of my body too soon. I knew that feeling was because I didn’t have the shaft of my dick anymore. I had to make sure I was ready and sitting correctly before I went so that I wouldn't end up like before. I was walking towards the car with the last box and headphones for the road when it actually hit me why we were leaving. All of this because I took what I thought was a short cut home from practice. We finally left our home where I grew up and hit the road for a new town and new adventures.

Once we got into town the first thing I noticed was that there were no stop lights anywhere. All there was hanging in the middle of the main intersection was a small blinking red light. "Wow" I said out loud looking at all the old brick buildings that made up downtown. "A lot different from what we're used to huh" said mom looking out of her own window. "Yeah, this is really small....Do you think they have a pool?" I asked immediately thinking about my situation. I thought "why did I ask that? I can't ever go swimming with others, they would know I didn't have a dick somehow" "I think Dan said they did when I was here last" my dad replied. Dan must have been the guy he had his meeting with since I never heard of anyone by that name that we were friends with. "Cool" was all I could get out. We pulled up into an alley made of gravel and into a driveway attached to a huge white house with a large yard. This was so unreal to me since I grew up in a large city where even the homes like this had little to no yards and were usually made into apartments with multiple families. But this house was all ours with no one to share it with. We got out and I wanted to run to the front to see just how far the yard went when I realized, I haven't ran since the accident. I took it slowly at first and found that it wasn't uncomfortable. It did make not having a dick that much more apparent though. Feeling my balls bounce around with my penis in the way made me hard instantly. I liked how it felt too so I ran around the entire house until back where the car was. "How do you like it son?" "Its huge dad, how many rooms does it have?" "Well hunny lets go in and find out ok" said my mom. We unlocked the back door and went inside. The first room we were in was the laundry room that was attached to a huge kitchen. There were stairs going up and one’s going down in the corner which I never seen before. The house was old and restored very well. Next were the dining room, living room and front room which were just like another living room. Then there was a foyer with another staircase going upstairs. I couldn’t believe how big this house was! I went up and looked through all four bedrooms and picked mine out. The largest one with another small room attached to it had to be my parents so I picked the one furthest from them naturally. It was far enough away that I could have plenty of privacy, and it had its own bathroom. "Jake, come down here for a minute we want to show you something else" I heard my dad say. So I quickly ran down the stairs remembering how nice it felt to run again and went into the kitchen. They were standing at the counter looking at pictures of a lake and cabin. "The house also came with this cabin!" my mom excitedly said “it's at a small lake just outside of town that only has a small amount of members. We can go there this afternoon ok Jake" "sure that sounds awesome dad!"

Soon after lunch we went to the only convenient store we knew of and got some drinks and a cooler to set out for the lake. My dad had a map and was reading it to mom who was driving. You could tell they haven't been there yet because my dad always drives. He must have wanted to make sure we got there and not lost. We pulled up to a long road in a field after about fifteen minutes of driving and there read a sign "sportsman’s" my mom read out loud. "We’re here!" said dad. After making it down that long path we pulled up to a small, but nice lake with cabins old and new surrounding each side of the road. I already knew what one ours was from the photograph, but you could also tell since it was the only one with no grill in the yard. I got out as soon as we stopped and ran up to the cabin to peek inside. I really loved this running and the sensations that it produced! I seen a family moving around inside the cabin on the end of this road and that they were making their way outside and towards us. "There’s Dan hunny" my mom said to dad as they waved. "Hi you guys made it! So how do you like the place?" Dan said to dad. "It’s great, looks like we will be spending our summers here, right hunny" said dad. "This is Brian....Brian meet Jake and his mom and dad” Brian looked my age and pretty cool. He didn't look like a nerd and wasn't any bigger than I was. We said hi to each other and began to look each other up and down. I did that more now since the accident, looking closely to peoples size and shapes. Mostly just other boys and even guys though. I wasn't really checking them out when I did; it was more to see if I could notice anything out of the ordinary like myself. Brian was doing the same to me and when we noticed we stopped and went silent. "So you want to check out the lake?" he said to me and began going down the hill to the beach. He waved me to come along so I just followed behind. I wondered if becoming friends with him was going to be a problem later on. "Would he ever find out I had no dick?" I thought to myself. "Why was he looking at me like that? Did he already know?" We got down to the beach and just looked around for a minute. It was small and there was a platform floating in the water with a diving board attached to it. "That looks cool" I said and pointed at the floating antique. "Yeah, it’s pretty deep so you can jump off and not get stuck in the mud at the bottom." "So where did you move from? My dad told me but I forgot" "well we're from Cincinnati, my dad transferred here for work so it’s a lot different from what I'm used to" I replied “yeah, this town is dead, there's not much to do here but come out to the lake or ride bikes” When he said that I wondered if I were ever going to ride mine again. I wanted to...but didn't know if I could even sit on the seat anymore. "Do you have a bike Jake?" I was nervous to tell him I did because I wanted to find out if I could ride anymore. I didn't know what excuse making up if I found out that I couldn't. "Yeah, but it's broke right now so I'm waiting for my dad to fix it. "I can probably fix it for you, I love working on bikes" he quickly answered. "So you live in town?" changing the subject on him. "Yeah just outside of it not far from here actually." We walked along the only road talking until we wound up back at my cabin. After looking through ours and putting a few things away we went over to Brian’s and had dinner outside. Brian’s dad Dan made hotdogs and talked with my Dad inside while Mom and Julie looked at the garden. I wondered how my parents met these new friends and what the rest of the summer would be like spending time out here with Brian.

A few days later we were unpacking all of our furniture and boxes when I heard a doorbell ring. It sounded strange; it was old and rang like a buzzer. Must be someone at the front door." I thought. I ran downstairs because it still felt strange and new to me and seen that it was Brian! "Hey what are up, how are you?" I quickly said “not much, thought you might like some help or something." "Sure! I'll show you my room, c’mon!" We ran up the stairs and went into my room. After all the running I began to get hard. The rubbing in my pants against my scar and feeling my balls move up and down my thighs made me harder than anything has so far. I felt a little guilty being this way with another boy but I knew that he would never know. "I'm pretty much done here but we can hang out and listen to music until lunch time" "sounds cool. I can show you the place I hang out and get lunch in a bit then" "first we need to fix your bike though!" "Oh no!" I thought...”.how would I get out of riding my bike?" I haven't tried riding yet and didn't want to try with someone, anyone around. "Well I'll have to see if my dad has it out......but, we'll see ok?" We got to talking and I found out he liked all the same things I did. I'm glad too because I thought that since I was in a small hick town all there would be here was country folk. Out at the lake we didn't get to talk too much on other things except what there was to do at 'Sportsman’s'. We made it back down to the kitchen and I noticed dad outside in the garage moving things around. I saw that he had my bike out and in the open. I didn't pay too much attention before since there was soo much going on inside the house. "Hey you want to go get something to eat? It's just down this street here. We can take our bikes” Brian said when he noticed my bike. "Can we just walk? Mine is still broke and my dad likes to be the one to fix it" "sure no problem, it's not far anyway". That was such a relief! I was glad that I dodged that bullet but just wondered how many times I would have to make excuses so that no one would know I didn't have a dick. The rest of the week Brian and I talked, hung out, and became pretty good friends.

Saturday came and I asked to have Brian stay over. My parents said that was ok without hesitation which was strange because they usually made sure it was ok with my other friends parents first. Brian came over and we did our normal chatting and goofing around until night came. We went up to my room and turned on the stereo before sitting on my bed. He asked me if I ever played truth or dare, which of course I have, just not in a long time. I said sure, all the time, so we started to play. The first rounds of questions were normal and gradually became more and more silly and personal. It felt almost as if he wanted to find something out about me, just like I was with him. Like any curious boy we both knew that dick size and girls were going to come up eventually. It started with questions about kissing and how many, who with, and such. Then the next question threw me off guard. "So have you ever had stitches?" Brian asked. "Yeah, a few times, you?" "Yep, how many?" I asked "how many times or how many stitches?" He replied "how many stitches, like, the most?" I told him the most stitches I had at once was 13 knowing that it was the amputation of my penis. "Me too!" he replied with a surprised look on his face. "Wow, strange coincidence that we both had the same amount huh?" I said. "So what was yours from then?" he asked. "Nope, huh uh, it's my turn to ask you!" I told him laughingly. "Ok ok, go ahead! I chose dare!" I knew he would do that to me so I had to be creative about my dare. Up until now all we were doing was 'truth' questions; no dares had been requested yet. I was curious about where his 13 stitches were but knew that if I asked he would then want to see where mine here. Still, I couldn't help it so I made my request. "Dare huh? Ok. Show me your biggest scar!" There was a slight pause and he stood up. I thought "oh man, he's going to show me this cool looking scar like on his back or leg and then want to see mine." My plan didn't seem to work. Deep down I had a thought that maybe, since he had the same 13 stitches, that he was dickless too. He pulled up his pant leg and showed me a large burn on his left calf. It looked like it wasn't too old and was covering most of the back of his leg. "Hah! Top that!" My dare backfired on me because not only was his scar the biggest, the wound didn't require any stitches. I was hoping to see stitches so had to think up another plan. Just before I could he said "your turn!" I chickened out and said "truth!" "You’re no fun, always picking truth!" he said while laughing. We went on for a little while longer and eventually got onto other subjects before going to bed. That night I'll never forget how fast my heart was racing. It was the closest I got with him about my situation until the next time he stayed over.

The morning that Brian was coming over I was on my way down the back stairs to the kitchen when I overheard my parents talking. "Do you think they have found out yet?" My Mom asked with my Dad replying "I'm not sure, but we need to let them find out on their own. Don't bring it up or it might make him stop hanging out with Brian." "I’m just glad we found this place and everything, good thing Dr. Prasaad told us........" everything stopped once they heard me coming down. I wondered why they were talking about Dr. Prasaad and this place in the same sentence. Did they want me to tell my friend about what happened, or have Dr. prasaad talk to me or anyone here? I was a little confused but decided not to ask and pretend I wasn't spying. My parents told me that they were going to spend the weekend at the cabin and that Brian could stay over since his parents were going to the lake as well. I was really excited because I never had the house to myself for two whole days. And to have my new best friend here with me was going to be a blast. They just told me that if anything happened to call them immediately and not to burn the place down. My dad gave me twenty dollars and said to order pizza and a few movies. I wanted to go to the pool but was still too hesitant about wearing swimming trunks. Brian came over and we were hanging out back by the garage when we started to walk towards my bike. He didn't know that I was lying about it being broken and started to look it over. "So you dad fixed your bike. What was wrong with it?" He asked. "I’m not sure, something with the crank and chain" "Cool! Let's go to the pool!" he said while trying out my bike in the driveway. I sucked it up and said "ok" and waited till he was off my bike and walking to the front to get his. All I had was a minute or so to sit only bike and try it out hoping everything would be ok. I still haven't sat on it up to this point so it did feel a little strange at first. "I can do this" I thought, and started to ride around. It did feel weird to have my balls pushed up against my scar and peehole, but I liked the feeling. For some reason I was enjoying not having a penis more and more. If only I could figure out a way to make myself cum. Up until now I haven't been able to and the only reason I haven't exploded from it was being so busy with this new town and friend. "Come one, let’s go, and follow me!" Brian said as he wheeled past me. I rode me bike standing the whole way so that nothing embarrassing happened. We got to the pool which was packed with kids of all ages, moms with babies, and girls in all shapes of swim suites. He introduced me to the ones he knew who would soon be my classmates. We just rode next to the fence that separated us from the pool until eventually his friends went back to swimming. They motioned for us to join and he said that we might be back later. After that we rode around town a bit to show me around. Back at my house he asked me if I wanted to go back and swim. I remembered all I had was twenty dollars so that was my excuse for this time. Eventually I knew I would run out of them, but for now I was safe. We ordered pizza and once it came we went straight up to my room and shut the door. Even though we had the whole house to ourselves we barricaded ourselves in the privacy of my room. With all the talk of girls in my new class and past girlfriends it was much easier to open up about all of that. Finally, after all the goofing around stopped and it was dark out the game continued.

It was my turn and I asked "truth or dare?" He replied truth so my first question was if he ever played the game chicken. It was something I thought up in my head and never played before. It was a typical 13 year olds game, pointless and stupid, but at the time I thought it was perfect. I wanted to see how shy he was about his own personal area and this was how I would find out. I told him that 'Chicken' was a game to see how brave you were. The rules were simple. You put your hand on your friend’s leg and ask if he's chicken, if not, then you move up little by little until he gives in hopefully before you are at his crotch. I don't know why I wanted to play this because I knew it would soon be my turn and risk a chance of him finding out I had no dick. But we played anyway. With the thought of his hand coming close to my groin made me the horniest I ever been. He wouldn't even have the slightest clue so there were no worries that he would think I liked it and was gay. That's not what this game was for anyway. I still couldn't understand why I got so horny thinking about that though. I looked at his crotch so see if he was horny but it didn't appear so. So, I started on his knee and asked if he were chicken, he wasn't so I proceeded. I got all the way to his upper thigh when we both started giggling and laughing before he said "stop! Stop! Chicken Chicken!" I stopped and called him a big fat chicken before he pushed me back and said it was my turn. I was so nervous but knew that I could just stop one hand width sooner than he. At least I wouldn't be too big of a chicken losing by just one hand. He got to that point when I cried out chicken but he kept his hand there and pressed down. "Why you chicken, this is your game!" he said laughing. "Because I am I am!" I yelled in laughter. He stopped and we just sat there regaining our breath. I noticed that he wasn't hard at all but I was so hard if I had a dick all I would need to do was touch it and I would have came. Brian must have noticed me looking because he started to look at my area too. "Truth or dare@!" he blurted out and I responded:"Truth!" Again, I chickened out. "Ok, let me think.......what is your deepest, darkest secret?" He asked. "Ooooh, clever” I thought to myself. "Um, well, it goes along with my 13 stitches. I electrocuted myself." I just stopped with that hoping of a way to change the subject when he asked "Why is that your darkest secret?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Just in how I did it was embarrassing and I even ended up in the hospital unconscious for a long time" "wow! That is crazy. I electrocuted myself to a couple years ago and went through the same thing!" He said. I thought to myself "if he only knew what I did he wouldn’t be saying that" I laughed out loud a little and said "that cool, we have a lot in common!" Out of the blue he said something to me that I will never forget. Everything made sense after that and I now knew that all of the events this summer after my accident lead me up to this point. "I don't have a dick!" he blurted, stunning me and making my mouth drop open. All of the sudden he looked a little pale and nervous. I then thought he was only saying that to get me to come clean and tell him what happened to me. "No way! I don't believe you" I said still in shock. "No serious, mine was burned off and I thought that maybe that is what happened to you since we both have the same amount of stitches and were both electrocuted. No one knows about it so you can't ever say anything or we won't be friends anymore ok." I looked at him and smiled, then let out a huge sigh of relief. "That’s what happened to me too. We moved here so I wouldn't have to worry about school and anyone finding out. Now I know why we met Brian. Wow, we both lost our dicks!" He asked me "so how much of yours is missing?" "All of it, I just got a stump left when I get hard" I replied. "Me too, I was a little nervous telling you since I never have before. But I had to ya know?" "Yeah I know, I didn't think there was anyone else in the world that lost their dicks until now." I said while looking down at his crotch still. He said something that made me wonder if I were being played for a fool. I thought for a second that he just wanted to see how I looked without a dick. “I want to see what yours looks like...can I see?" I asked, "are you just playing with me, did you really lose yours, or are you just wanting to see what a freak with no dick looks like?" "No really, I lost mine I swear. Here look." He stood up on his knees from the floor we were laying on and started to pull down his pants. My heart started to beat rapidly and I then remembered my huge invisible hard on. When I seen his underwear it was clear that he wasn't lying. It looked just like mine did with the only bulge coming from his balls was the only thing showing. His underwear was just flat where normally a dick would be. "Stop" I said. "Let’s do it at the same time. That way we can compare". "Ok, hurry up then." Brian replied. I got on my knees and pulled my pants down to match him. We stood like that for a moment looking at each other’s nonexistent packages. Normally I would be embarrassed and think that this was gay to be in front of a boy with our pants down looking at each other. But this was different, I was excited. He pulled his underwear down first and I followed slowly after. The first thing I noticed once his hand cleared away was his hair covered most of where is penis used to be. All I could see were his larger than average balls just hanging alone, by themselves. I followed him and pulled mine down so he could see the work done on me. I had a little hair growing back but wasn't as thick as his. You could still see my thin pink scar where my penis once was. My balls still didn't have any hair on them and it was more noticeable that I was missing my entire dick. We were both sporting invisible hard on's though. You could see that his small stump was hard and his peehole pointed slightly upward as did mine. We stood looking at each other’s personal area for a good five minutes in amazement. "Wow they look the same almost huh?" I said. "Yeah, except for the hair, but seeing yours like that reminds me on how I look. I might shave mine off now!" he replied. I did like how it looked without the hair. For the first time since my accident I had someone who could relate with.

We didn't do anything to each other that night even though we were both hard and wanting some relief. All I could think on was how long it's been since I last masturbated and cummed. I wondered how long it's been since he has too. He might not have gone since it happened to him. I couldn't wait that long. It would make me go crazy. So I had to come up with some idea to be able to masturbate and I thought Brian might be the only one who helps me. If we could somehow find a way to make each other cum we could keep it a secret just like our accidents. "But how do I ask him without him thinking I'm gay?" I thought to myself. Before I run off my only friend who knows of this I had to make sure that made it sound as if we were going to help each other with our special situation. We woke up bright and early with the sun beaming down on us from the window. It was going to be hot and we still had this entire day to do whatever we wanted. With the heat and humidity this day brought I would normally want to go swimming. Our parents were at the lake and we had no way to get there so the only other place we had to go was the public pool. I wanted to get the courage to go and maybe with Brian here we could together. "Hey Brian! Wake up man! Let's go swimming today!" I yelled, hitting him with my pillow. "Are you sure you want to? I mean I haven't gone to the pool and swam in years. What if someone finds out?" He replied. "Well, what if we wore our underwear underneath our swim trunks and just walked in with our towels already around our wastes? It’s not like we have to shower afterwards right?" I said. "True, plus it's going to be 100 out today at least. I just don't want to get caught up in any game in the water with all my friends. Maybe just go there and hang out and go off the boards." that was a good plan I thought. So I pulled out two pairs of my swim trunks and gave the ugly pair to him with a smile. Normally I would just swim without anything under them but I would need to get used to this. At least with anyone other than Brian. I started to undress out of my shorts that I slept in right in front of Brian. I was hoping that after last night seeing each other naked wouldn't be out of the normal. I also wanted him to see how hard I was in hopes that I could get a glimpse of his hard stump again. So I started to pull down my underwear and change into clean pair. He did the same and soon we were both standing in front of each other naked holding our clean pairs in our hands just looking at each other’s stumps yet again. "Hey Brian....do you think there is a way to make us cum since we don't have dicks anymore?" I was hoping he would have a simple and fast way to do it since it has been long overdue. "Well, the only way to find out is to try on each other. That is if you are up for that." He was quick to reply. I could tell that he wanted it as much as I did. "Before we go swimming you think it would worth it to try? It would be easier going in without having invisible hard-ons." "Um, ok, sure let's try!" he replied. He put each hand on my shoulders and guided me to the bed pushing me down in a sitting position. Then, he kneeled down in front of me and rested his hands on my inner thighs. My heart was pounding and I was so nervous. I never had anyone get this far with me and expected it to be with a hot girl! But it was instead my new best friend Brian and didn't feel like we were doing anything wrong. So I was going to let him do anything he wanted to be because I trusted him and really wanted to have an orgasm. "Just lay back and relax. Think of this as two friends helping each other on something that no one else can ok." You could tell he was just as nervous as I was. The next hour we spent together was the best I felt in what seemed like forever!

Just as I lay down and stared at the ceiling he put his hand on my hard stump and started to rub it around. It was too short to actually stroke but pushing his fingers into my skin around the stump felt good and was almost enough to get a good grasp. He started to pump my stump and inner penis with two fingers and then with his other hand push my balls around. I loved how it felt and without realizing I was moving up and down with his momentum. This was the first time I was being touched by another and it not is some sort of examination! Feeling him push his fingers in made me realize just how much I lost. As he was rubbing my stump something happened. I was getting close to an orgasm! It was the closest I been so far and it felt better than anything in the world. I put my hand on his and pushed it deeper into my groin. He must have known I was close because his grasp on my balls was getting tighter and each time he would grab them I twitched. We kept that up for a good fifteen minutes, maybe longer, until I realized I wasn't going to go all the way and cum. He stopped and asked "were you close? How did that feel?" "It felt great but I don't think it will work just by this alone." I was really disappointed. I wanted to go so bad and didn't care how at this point. I didn't even care that another boy was the one doing it either. After tilting my head up to say that I just let it fall onto the bed with a sigh. Brian then got up and lay next to me. We were both naked and sweaty, but it was nice feeling that open and free from my clothes without any embarrassment. I figured he would ask me to try on him so before he could say anything I got up and went to the edge of the bed. While getting down on my knees Brian sat up and scooted towards the end opening his legs. His legs were a not at hairy as mine but a little thinner. Aside from being a little hairy like most teenage boys were he could pass for a girl almost! I spread his legs open and began to do the same thing that he did to me. His groin had more hair and you couldn't see his entire stump, but it was the same size and shape as mine. After about twenty minutes he had the same result as I, nothing. He got close, I could tell, but that doesn't count right? A thought came through my mind that I never figured I would have. I wanted to suck on his stump! So without thinking I just went down and tried to find it with my mouth. I always heard about girls doing this from older kids talking and have seen some of my dad's porn so I knew that it was supposed to feel great. Once I got my mouth around his little stump I just sucked in and got as much of his dick that was left into my mouth. He jumped a little when I first went for it but didn't stop me. I knew that he was getting back to climax by his body movement so I just kept sucking it in my mouth and licking the end. He would just keep moaning and moving around and I kept doing the same thing for another ten minutes or so. Just as soon as I thought it wouldn't work and quit something happened. A warm watery liquid shot into my mouth! He just cummed and it started going down my throat. I didn't want to ruin it for him so I just let it. It was a rush! He had so much built up that I had to stop and spit it on my carpet. His whole body went stiff as if he were having a seizure. I hurried up and got my beach towel and wiped his cum off of him and me. He must have really liked it because all he got out was "oh my god! I can't believe we just did this! You got to try that man." I replied with "ok, well let’s hurry up so we can still go swimming." As I got up and slid off the bed he got back on his knees in front of me, put his face in my crotch and sucked my little stump of a dick into his mouth. The feeling was amazing! I loved how his cold tongue rubbed my stump back n forth. When he did that I felt where my dick was cut off even more than when I touched it. I could sense that it was there because I was hard and also that it had been in fact amputated, severed from my body. Those thoughts were always on my mind and still are today ten years later. I finally got to climax and like him, just let it go into his mouth. He didn't stop as fast as I did though. He took it all in and kept going until I had to push his head away. I never felt that before. It was completely different than when I used to masturbate. I really loved having someone else doing it, even if it were Brian. One thing is for sure, I would never consider anyone else other than him to do this with. Brian was pretty feminine, he had a soft voice, thin, and shaggy style hair. I wonder if he ever had any thoughts on getting the rest removed down there and becoming a girl! "It would probably be too hard living in this small town." I thought to myself after putting my shorts back on. After dressed we headed for the pool feeling completely relaxed and happy. It was feeling that I have been wanting ever since that first day home.

Once we got to the pool we put our bikes in the bike rack and headed to the side where the concession stand is. I wanted to check and see how many other kids our age were there swimming so While getting some snacks and drinks I peeked around through the fence. It was a typical hot day in the Midwest so the pool was packed. There were about twenty or so other kids that looked our age and they were all hanging out in the corner by the deep end. Brian and I knew that they would want to see who I was and hang out with them so he looked at me and motioned me to follow him in. We paid and got our basket for our stuff and walked through the changing room. I was already getting hard again and wondered if Brian were too. What we did for each other made me want realize just what I been missing out on all the time. So naturally I wanted to do it again the very next time I was horny, which was right then and there! I bravely walked by the showers with my invisible hard on right next to Brian. Brian looked at me with a grin like he knew what I was thinking so I just snickered and kept walking. He introduced me to his friends and they all seemed cool enough to consider them my friends eventually. They all were a little amazed that he actually came in to swim instead of just hanging out by the snack stand. We hung out by the fence (this time on the inside) before finally jumping in to cool off and swim. Swimming felt great! I loved swimming before but always felt really uncomfortable when I got hard. This time I was hard as a rock but didn't have to worry about hiding or staying in the water until it passed. I wish I could have not worn underwear though. Feeling my invisible hard on would have been a lot better with just my swim trunks on. When I'm in the water the feeling of my invisible dick is almost as if it is still there. There is no weight pulling it down reminding me that I lost it. It's truly an amazing feeling. The more comfortable I got swimming with my friends the easier it became to accept my difference and enjoy it. After all, I knew that I could still masturbate and I had someone like myself. We swam until about four o'clock and rode our bikes back to my house to find that we were still home alone.

The entire way home I was just as horny as before when we first got to the pool so the first thing I wanted to do was see how Brian felt about helping each other again. I hoped that we could do this for each other and just remain friends because I never considered myself gay and don’t think that guys are attractive at all. Brian asked me once we got inside if I wanted to hang out upstairs. I knew that he was thinking the same thing so we both ran up the back stairs and headed for my room. "Hey Jake, does this make us gay if we help each other jack off?" "I was just thinking that! I don't think so because I don't think of you in any other way, just a friend ya know?" "Me too! It's not like anyone else would understand, so, we can keep doing this I think!" he quickly replied. Just as soon as he said that he pulled his pants down and sat on my bed. "Ok, it's your turn to go first dude!" I got down on my knees and started to find his stump with my mouth. This time was definitely a lot less nerve racking! Sucking his tiny stump into my mouth made me almost cum myself. I knew that Brian was enjoying it because all he did was moan and thrust his pelvis back and forth making my face go into his crotch each time. His balls were the only thing down there to play with practically, so I started massaging them with my hands making him even crazier. I did that for about twenty minutes this time and just as he was about to cum something happened. He started getting soft and I no longer had any suction on his little stump. Brian lost his hard on and couldn't cum. I kept trying to get him hard again but since there was nothing to stroke other than his balls it was difficult. Still, I tried for another fifteen minutes or so. I felt like I let him down but didn't know what else to do so I stood up and asked "What do we do now? I thought we were close but I must not have done something right." "No Jake, it felt awesome, just like before. Don't get upset. I think I know what we can do. Here, let me try on you to show ya ok." As he said that he guided me towards the floor and had me lay down. He pulled my shorts down and headed for my crotch. I was still hard from the pool so it was a huge relief just feeling his mouth on me. I thought I was going to cum just as soon as he did that but was able to withstand. Something made me think that I should have just went when I knew I could because soon after that I was also unable to orgasm. "What’s wrong with us? I thought. "Maybe the first time was because it has been so long." I wanted to go more than anything and I knew that Brian felt the same. "How bad do you want this Jake?" he asked, looking up at me. "A lot man, what can we do?" I replied. "Just lie still and relax all your muscles. I'm going to do something that is supposed to be even better than sex ok" he said. I just laid still and said. "Ok, I trust ya." Once relaxed he began to suck my stump in his mouth until I was semi hard while rubbing my balls and pulling on them slightly. Then he changed positions and I felt his hand going down underneath my balls. He started to touch the area just under them and kept inching closer to my anus. My heart was pounding! I didn't know anything about this at the time so I was a little confused to what was about to happen. It felt awesome feeling his fingers rub that area in between because it was so sacred to me. It was a part of my body that even I have never touched before. Just as I was getting comfortable with that area he then put one of his fingers onto my hole and started circling around it. Even though I wanted him to stop I let him explore. Now I was just as hard as before, even without him sucking on me. By then he had stopped and was only concentrating on what his hand was doing. Finally he started to put his middle finger inside my hole and move it around. I couldn't believe someone was doing this to me! It felt better than anything we did the first time too! Once he got his one finger in he started to put in another. Brian eventually found my prostate and began to do the same thing to it as he did my balls. He knew he found it because I let out a groan and started playing with my stump myself. He did that for about ten minutes before I let myself go. The last time I cummed was in his mouth so when I did this time it just shot up like a fountain. Feeling me cum and seeing it shoot out of my stump was amazing. It feels so much different than when I had a penis, its better! Just as I went Brian pulled his fingers out of me carefully and let me wipe myself up. "Wow! That was so much better than before. Where did you learn that from?" Brian said, "What can I say? I'm just that good!" laughingly. "Well let me see if I can top that! Lie down and relax." I replied. Thirty minutes later we had the same result. I put my fingers in him just as he did me and before I knew it he shot his cum out of his stump even more than me.

Brian and I spent the rest of the summer together helping each other out as much as we could. Sometimes we were able to orgasm just by playing around, others we would massage our prostates. Eventually we got the courage up to using a toy on each other which made things even better. I got to the point where I was completely satisfied with losing my cock. I didn't get any thoughts on being caught until school finally started. But, that is another story......