Naked Swim Club

I had been dating Valerie for a couple months. We had a lot in common and got along great, but still no sex. Lots of hugging and kissing, but nothing else. Not that I was in a big hurry. See, I have a big problem. OK, a “small” problem. My dick is only 4 inches hard. So I hadn’t been with many women. The few I had had sex with didn’t stick around very long. Some actually laughed at it, not that I blame them.

One Friday afternoon, Valerie asked me to take her to a swim club she’d heard about. When we walked in and said “2 to swim, please”, the clerk (a beautiful young lady) asked a very strange question. “Does he have a penis?” she asked Valerie about me. Valerie answered as if it were a common question. “I think so, don’t you, Mike?” “Of course, I’m a man.” Valerie and the clerk laughed. “Well, you see, this is a naked swim club. For legal reasons, we have to allow men at least some of the time, so men get to swim here on Mondays. The rest of the time, only women and men without penises are allowed. That way, the women aren’t offended or bothered by erections and come-ons.”

I was a bit shocked. “So are there that many penisless men who come here?” I almost joked. “More than you might think,” the cute clerk replied. “So,” said my girlfriend, “he’ll have to have his thing cut off before he can swim here anytime?” “That’s right,” answered the clerk. The next question from Valerie really surprised and excited me. “So where can we have this done?” I looked at Val in shock, but she and the clerk seemed to be talking about car repairs. Like penectomies are an everyday thing. “Oh, we do that right here,” said the clerk, “right through that door there.”

Valerie took my hand and led me through the door as if I had no say in the matter. Ok, I admit, I’ve often fantasized about getting rid of my tiny worm. It’s been nothing but embarrassment most of my life. I’d probably be better off without it, especially if I had a woman who wanted me that way. Still, I was quite hesitant to be de-cocked. Fantasy and joking are not the same as major surgery. Well, minor surgery in my case.

The room looked like any doctor’s office examining room, table and all. A hot young female doctor was there, waiting. “So, you want your man to fit in here, I see. Just have him read and sign this consent form, I’ll be right back.” Everyone was treating me like a pet. Talking to Valerie about me, not to me. I was surprised she was even going to wait for my consent. Val handed me the form and we sat down. I never even asked her if or why I should do this for her. It seemed to already be decided. She wanted it, so I guess I might as well. I signed the form.

Soon the doctor was back and told me to get undressed. “Would you like to do it?” she asked Valerie. “Sure, thanks,” Val said. The doctor handed a small round device to my sweetheart. “Just put this on his penis, pull the penis out as far as possible, then press the red button. The penectomizer does the rest. He’ll be numbed, fixed, and cauterized in a moment.” Valerie took it, put it on me and a minute later, my tiny worm was on the floor. The doctor picked it up and threw it in a waste basket. I’d never seen Valerie so happy. “Thanks for letting me fix you. I love you, but I hate dicks, so when I heard about this place, I had to bring you. My sister and her husband are members. She de-cocked him last week. Sorry for the deception, but I thought it best if you didn’t have time to think about it. And you didn’t lose much, huh?” she smiled. “I love you too, baby. I think we’ll be very happy now,” I answered.

The doctor put in a catheter, gave me a pain prescription and told me to come back in two days. Soon, we got to go to the naked swim club anytime we wanted. And you’d be very surprised at how many penisless men there are in this city.