"Yeah, dude, you should totally do it," Ben agreed, working a dildo in and out of his ass with one hand and playing with his nuts with the other. "It doesn't hurt for shit."

"I dunno, man," Joe told them, idly stroking an erection. "I just like having it." Ben slid his ass down a little more so it was off the edge of the cushion, pushing the rubber dick further up in him.

"Yeah, man, I felt like that, too," George told him. "But you just gotta go ahead and do it. Believe me, you won't regret it." He squirted some lube on his hand, greased up another dildo, and gently pushed it in, closing his eyes and sighing a little as it slid inside him. "Oh, yeah," he muttered to no one in particular.

Joe had been down at a street fair all day. Some guy in the crowd stopped right in front of him, looked him up and down, and handed him a card for what Joe had thought was a sex party. Well, it was, sort of. He'd gone, more out of boredom than anything.

When he'd arrived, he was told it was a boots-only thing, so he'd peeled off his skintight jeans and wife-beater and stuffed them into a cubbyhole by the door, then strode out onto the floor. At first he wasn't sure what to think - maybe half the guys there didn't have dicks, and were either getting fucked by the half that did, fooling around with sex toys, or hanging out watching. Three or four were waiting in line over in the corner to have their cocks removed right here.

He'd heard of guys having their dicks off before but had thought it nothing more than a weird fad. He'd gone home with one or two, and they were good fucks, although both those guys were a little weird. He had just figured it was a small subculture, but now it looked like he'd wandered into the center of it. He'd decided to hang out on the sidelines on some couches and watch for a bit, and found himself pretty turned on by what he'd seen. A few minutes later, George and Ben had wandered over and struck up a conversation.

Joe was impressed by the two of them, both solidly built guys in good shape, seemingly as masculine as it got, but neither had a dick on him. "Hey, you wouldn't mind if I just sat on that?" George asked him, motioning toward Joe's erection. "No sense letting a good boner go to waste, right?"

Without waiting for Joe's reply, George unwrapped a rubber from the bowls scattered around and rolled it down Joe's cock. Joe just let his hands lay at his sides, letting George position himself over him, and then guided George's ass down and onto his dick.

George rode Joe, facing him, and Joe watched as George's balls flopped up and down as he moved. "Like, it, eh?" George asked, leering down at him.

Joe reached up and tweaked George's tits. "I gotta say, it's real hot," Joe replied, not taking his eyes off the spot where George's cock had one sprung from his body. It surprised even Joe how true his answer was...these two hot guys who had given up their dicks...and there were more around the room, too. Maybe there was something to this.

"Oh, shit!" George cried, looking up, the tendons in his neck showing in sharp relief. His asshole clenched tight around Joe's cock, holding it inside as his entire torso writhed. Cum shot out of George's pisshole and splattered Joe's chest, then continued dribbling out until George's balls were coated in the sticky white goo. George held his breath the entire time, finally exhaling after the last dribble. He stood up off of Joe, and cum dripped down off his balls all over Joe's feet and the floor.

"Here, let me hop on that," Ben seized the opportunity, and took up George's position on Joe's cock. Having already been working his ass, he slid right on, but managed to hold his orgasm until Joe came. Right as he felt the tip of the condom fill up with hot jizz, he let his fly, squirting Joe right in the face and managed to splatter his torso with his spunk.

George tossed them towels. "And you're sure it doesn't hurt?" Joe asked again.

George laughed. "No, it doesn't hurt."

"All right. I'm gonna do it," Joe spoke, only really deciding as he spoke the words.

He strode right over to the cutter guy in the corner. The line was down to zero now, although a few of the more timid dudes hung out near him, trying to get up the courage to get their cocks removed. Joe needed no such encouragement, just strutted up and put his cock on the table.

He watched as the guy slid the sheath around his dick, still hard, push the button, and pull the sheath, and his cock, away from his body. The cutter pulled Joe's severed cock out of the sheath and tossed it in a bucket, where it landed on top of many others. Joe looked down at himself. His pisshole was in the same place, right where his dick was, but his scrotum was now just attached straight to his otherwise flat groin. He rubbed it, and felt a shiver. It was tender, but only erogenous for the moment because it was a new feeling.

A year later, Joe spotted a guy sitting on the couch by himself. He was hot, a younger guy, smooth, with a well-defined swimmer's build, and a long, thin dick that he was stroking idly as he surveyed the room. Joe went and sat down next to him. "Hey, buddy," he greeted the guy.

"Did that hurt, man?" the guy asked him, eyes glued to Joe's dickless crotch.

"It doesn't hurt, man," Joe told him. "You feel like a little prick and that's it. It's nothing."

"Yeah, I don't know. I was thinking about it, but..." the kid waffled.

"You just gotta go ahead and do it. Believe me, you won't regret it," Joe smiled.