Chapter 1: A New Town, a New School

"Can't Dad get off work? It's bad enough to have a parent come to school with me the first day at a new school, but at least he's a guy."

"He's new to his job," said Kyle Starlings' mom. "He has meetings all week. I doubt his boss would understand his taking time off to take his fourteen year-old son to school."

"Let me go by myself, then."

"You know I need to go to explain your --" she hesitated, searching for the right word. All the kids in his old school knew about his condition, and although they had still teased him about it, at least he'd had some friends, that didn't -- some friends that had accepted him as he was. Most of the time Lisa Starling didn't think about her son's defect. It'd been a long time since she'd seen him naked, since most adolescent boys are overly modest; and Kyle -- because of his condition -- wouldn't even let anyone see him in his underwear. But then, could one blame him? Men were self conscious about the size of their penises. How could she not expect Kyle to be self conscious, since he had none. Well, not much of one anyway.

Damn doctor. He had said it was an equipment malfunction, but he should have tested the damn thing first before using it on Kyle. Why had she insisted that Kyle be circumcised, anyway? Many boys today weren't. Was it because Jason, her husband, was circumcised, and she liked appearance of his cock? She remembered how strange Kyle's little penis had looked, the head of it completely hidden by foreskin. She had thought it looked deformed, and that she would be doing him a favor by having him circumcised. Jason had gone along with her decision. He, too, thought boys with "hoods" looked strange.

Well, better a hood than no cock. The cauterizing machine the doctor had used had malfunctioned, burning Kyle's penis so badly they'd had to cut most of it off, leaving him only a half inch stump. "We can make him a new one," the doctors had promised, "but we'll need to wait until he's fully grown."

"You can make him a new penis?" she'd asked.

"Not a real penis," they'd replied. Then, they'd explained. They'd use some skin and muscle to form a pseudo penis. He'd be able to have intercourse, and since he still had testicles, he should be able to father children. They'd have to wait until he was grown because the pseudo penis wouldn't grow as a normal penis would, and they couldn't very well put one the size of a fully grown penis -- an erect one at that -- on a baby. The doctors had recommended that they wait until Kyle was eighteen before they made him a new penis.

Of course, it wouldn't really look like a penis. It would be a tube of meat with implants in it to keep it hard. They couldn't recreate erectile tissue, giving him a normal penis. Neither could they recreate the sensitive nerves that had existed in the glans of the penis he'd lost. "He may or may not be able to ejaculate during intercourse," they'd told her. "He still has penile tissue. Often intercourse will stimulate that enough to cause ejaculation."

As far as she knew, Kyle had never ejaculated -- but he might have. That wasn't a subject that pubescent boys discussed with their mothers.

Actually, Kyle hadn't. Not when he was awake, anyway. He had had a couple of wet dreams, but although he'd tried -- God knows, he'd tried -- he'd never climaxed while awake. He just didn't have enough to work with. The stump of his penis wasn't sensitive enough. It would get hard, a half inch stump sticking straight out, and he could feel the swelling of it beneath his skin, below his balls, almost to his asshole. Sometimes he felt he was close to a climax, but a half inch of cock just wasn't enough to bring it off.

Of course, he knew about jacking off. What fourteen year-old boy -- even one without a penis -- didn't. Boys at his old school bragged about how many times they could do it, one -- Richard Thomas -- saying he usually jacked off eight or nine times a day. Kyle had seen other boys jack off. It seemed that -- even though none of them would have traded places with him -- some boys were turned on by his not having a cock. Almost every time he spent the night at a boy's house, or one spent the night at his, that boy would masturbate while Kyle watched.

Some would let Kyle jack them off, so he knew what a hard cock felt like -- both hard and soft at the same time, a stiff rod, covered by soft skin. At least, he knew what it felt like to have a hard cock in his hand, fascinated at how it jumped in his hand -- like a thing alive -- when it spit out its seed. He wished he had one of his own. More than anything -- he wished he had one of his own. He hated being a freak, and that's what other boys called him -- a cockless freak.

And it wasn't only the boys. The girls at his old school all knew he didn't have a cock, and what girl -- even those that didn't want to get fucked -- wanted to go out with a boy that has no cock? They would have been laughed at, if they had.

Some boys talked about the ass they got. Some even asked, "Had any pussy lately, Kyle?" Then they laughed when Kyle's face turned red, as it always did when someone teased him about not having a cock.

Maybe this new school would be different. Maybe no one would find out he didn't have a cock. That's why his mother was going to school with him on the first day of school, to explain to his counselor why some kind of arrangement should be made so he didn't have to dress in front of other boys in P.E.

At his old school, everyone had already known he had no cock, so this wasn't a ploy they'd tried. Not having a cock hadn't been so important to either him or the other boys until they had hit puberty. Oh, they'd teased him, of course. Kids can be cruel that way; but the teasing had intensified once everyone had hit puberty. Then suddenly, having a cock -- even the size of one's cock -- was all important. Until then, a cock had just been something to pee through.

And even that was a problem for Kyle. While sitting on a toilet, Kyle couldn't bend the stub of his penis enough to deflect the stream into the toilet, so he had to pee against the palm of his hand, allowing the pee to run off his hand into the toilet. That resulted in a wet hand and usually wet balls. He could pee standing at a urinal, but he had to drop his pants and underwear down around his ankles and lean into the urinal.

Although he preferred peeing at a urinal -- that way he didn't get his hand and balls wet -- he usually peed sitting down, rather than be seen by other boys with his pants down around his ankles, holding onto a half inch stump. At his new school, he planned to do all his peeing sitting down.

"condition," he heard his mother say. She always called it, "his condition." Well, it wasn't a condition. He had no fucking cock. All the other boys did, but he didn't. His parents had explained the accident to him. Why the fuck hadn't they left well enough alone? Fully half of the boys at school still had their foreskins. Sure, maybe their dicks did look a little funny with a tube of skin covering their heads, but at least they had dicks, and they could always skin back the foreskin, revealing the heads of their cocks. Kyle's cock -- if one could call a half inch stub a cock -- had no head.

"They're not going to let you out of P.E., if I don't go in to explain why you shouldn't have to take it."

"Couldn't you just send a note?"

Even as he said it, he knew that wouldn't suffice. What would the note say? "Please excuse Kyle Starlings from P.E. He has no penis."

He wanted to be home schooled, but his mother planned to work, so that wouldn't happen. If only he didn't have to go to school, then no one would know he was some kind of freak. Someday -- they'd promised -- he'd have a penis, a fake one anyway, if he wanted; and he did want one. Even if it didn't look like a real one, it'd be better than what he had.

Chapter 2: At School

"This is Kyle's first day," his mother said to the receptionist.

"Has he registered?" the receptionist asked. He had registered the week before, choosing his classes, but his neither his mother or father had been able to come with him.

"Yes," said his mother, "but I'd like to speak to his guidance counselor. Kyle has some issues I need to tell her about."

Fuck, Mom. That's it. Let her know I'm some kind of freak. Why don't you just tell everyone I don't have a cock? Couldn't you have just said you needed to talk to my counselor without telling her I had issues? The receptionist will probably think I'm some kind of whacko, or something. It wasn't a pleasant look he gave his mother.

The receptionist stared at her computer for a minute after his mother told him his full name, Kyle Robert Starlings. "That would be Ms Grissom," she said, picking up the phone on her desk. After a pause: "Ms Grissom. A Mrs. Starlings and her son, Kyle, would like to see you. Can you see them now?" She listened, then, putting down the phone, said, "Go down that hallway." She pointed down a hallway that opened off the main office. "Her office is the third door on the left."

A fucking woman counselor, Kyle thought. Oh well, did it really matter. Maybe a woman counselor wouldn't look at him with such pity as had Mr. Ramos, his former counselor. Maybe it wouldn't seem such a big deal to her. It didn't seem to be to his mother. She couldn't understand why having a cock was suddenly so important to him, when it hadn't been when he was younger.

"Come in," a pleasant voice said when his mother knocked. When the went in, a pretty woman with red hair -- couldn't have been older than twenty-five or twenty-six -- stood up, walking over, holding her hand out to Kyle's mom. "Mrs. Stallings -- Jennifer Grissom." Then, she turned to Kyle. "You must be Kyle." She smiled at him. Her hand was small and soft, but she had a firm grip. She gave Kyle a boner -- a half inch boner, anyway. Even though his cock was only a half inch long, Kyle could feel it get hard. He could feel the tightness in his groin.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ms Grissom asked, "What was it you needed to see me about?"

"I'd like to have Kyle excused from P.E.," his mother said.

"No problem," Ms Grissom said, "all we need is a letter from his doctor detailing why he's unable to participate in physical activities. I must say --" she smiled at Kyle once again -- "he looks healthy enough."

"Oh, he is healthy," said Lisa Starlings, "that's not it. He doesn't want the other boys to see him naked."

Ms Grissom frowned, her brows knitting; then she looked at Kyle and smiled. "I know teenage boys are modest, but it's not like the other boys have something you don't, Kyle. You're all boys with penises and testicles." The words, penises and testicles, shocked Kyle a little, coming as they did from so pretty a mouth, but she could have easily been talking about coffee and sugar, the way she said them, as if she used them everyday in ordinary conversation. Well, being a counselor, maybe she did.

"That's the problem," Kyle's mom said, "he doesn't."

"He doesn't what," asked Ms Grissom.

"He doesn't have what other boys have."

Now, Ms Grissom looked genuinely puzzled. "What doesn't he have? she asked.

"Kyle doesn't have a penis." Kyle felt his face burn. The boner he'd had subsided. Ms Grissom had turned him on, but now she knew him for what he was, not a man, not even a boy, really. If he didn't have a cock, he wasn't really a boy, was he? Even though he had balls and had grown pubic hair, was he a boy, if he had no cock? Kyle saw the look of shock cross Ms Grissom's face before her training took over and she smiled once again, this time looking at him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kyle." Then, looking at his mom, she said, "How did it happen, if you don't mind my asking?"

"A circumcision accident -- an equipment malfunction when he was a baby."

"I've read about that happening," Ms Grissom said, "but in that case, they removed the child's testicles and raised him as a girl. Obviously, you haven't done that with Kyle."

Kyle hated it when adults discussed his condition -- that he didn't have a penis -- as if he weren't in the room. Even his ears were burning. He could only imagine how red his face was.

"Of course not," his mother said. "Kyle's all boy. He still has his testicles."

Yeah -- right, Mom. All boy. I just don't have a cock, and without one, the other boys don't think I'm a boy. They think I'm some kind of freak.

"Does he have any of his penis left?" Ms Grissom asked, continuing to discuss Kyle's deficiency. She glanced at him -- he even saw her glance at his crotch -- but she talked to his mother, not to him. Maybe that was best. He didn't know what he would have said, had she asked him that question. It would have been easier had she been a man or was older or uglier, but she wasn't. She was young and pretty, a girl -- a young woman -- that had given him a boner -- such as it was -- a half inch boner.

"About that much." His mom her hand up, her thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart. "At least it was the last time I saw it. Kyle doesn't even like for me to see it."

"That's a shame." This time Ms Grissom looked at -- and talked to -- Kyle. "I can only imagine how hard this must be for you, Kyle. I understand how important a penis is to a boy your age; but --" she hesitated -- "you don't have a physical limitation that would exclude you from taking P.E., and while I can understand your not wanting the other boys to see you --" she glanced at his crotch once again, as if trying to see through his jeans -- "there's really no way to avoid their finding out you don't have a penis."

"What do you mean?" asked his mother.

"Kyle will have to use the restroom. Someone will see him then."

"He'll use a sit down toilet," said his mom. "He deflects his stream by peeing on his hand. No one will know."

"There's no doors on the bathroom stalls in this school," Ms Grissom said. "Sooner or later, someone's bound to find out Kyle's secret. Don't you think it's better that we're up front about it? If Kyle can put on a good face, pretending it's not important to him, possibly the other boys won't be so hard on him. I think it'd be much worse for him to pretend he's like all the rest, then to have them find out later he isn't. It would be as if he'd lied to them, pretending to be something he wasn't.

Pretending to be what? Kyle thought, a boy. But I am a fucking boy. I just don't happen to have a cock.

"What about his last school?" Ms Grissom asked. "Did the boys there know he didn't have a penis?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Starlings, "but they teased him about it."

"Did you have any friends there, in spite of not having a penis?" Ms Grissom asked him.

Kyle nodded.

"You will here, too. You seem like a really nice boy. I'm certain you'll make friends, despite your handicap. There's others worse off than you, Kyle. We have kids here confined to wheelchairs, quadriplegics that can only move some fingers on their hands. Any one of them would gladly trade places with you. This is something that you need to face head on. I'm not saying it isn't going to be rough, but like they say, life isn't always fair." She turned to Mrs. Starlings. "I really can't recommend that Kyle be excused from P.E. I don't think it would be in Kyle's best interest. Don't you agree?"

Mrs. Starling nodded. She patted Kyle's knee. "Ms Grissom's right, Honey. You don't want to live a lie."

Maybe she was right. If the stalls had no doors, people were bound to find out he had no cock. He nodded.

"I'll call Coach Simpson, Kyle's P.E. teacher. He'll see that thing don't get out of hand. You're going to get teased, Kyle," she said to him, "There's no avoiding that. Don't let it get to you, and I think you'll find that it'll pass." She stood, shaking hand with Mrs. Starlings, then with him. "Better get to class,"

Chapter 3: P.E.

Kyle made it through his first two classes fine. He got some of the a new kid looks, and some appreciative looks from girls -- he was a good looking kid -- but of course no one knew he didn't have a cock -- not yet they didn't. He had held his water, even though he needed to pee. When he'd gone into the restroom between classes, it had been full, and the stalls were open for everyone to see. No way could he have taken a leak without others discovering he had no cock. Ms Grissom was right. They were going to find out about him. Soon, everyone in school would know he didn't have a cock. Only one kid had to find out for everyone to know. What kid could keep a juicy tidbit like that quiet?

Before going to the gym, the boys crowded into the locker room, each boy stripping, some throwing his clothes into the bottom of a locker, some neatly hanging them up. Soon, they were all naked -- all except for Kyle, that is. He still wore his boxers. He glanced around at the other boys -- at all their cocks.

Their cocks were as different as they were, some large and some small. Strangely, some of the smallest boys had the largest cocks. Cocks -- cocks everywhere. Every boy had one. He tried to avert his eyes, but he couldn't. They probably all thought he was queer, the way he stared, but he couldn't help himself. They all had something he wanted -- something he didn't have.

Of course, he wasn't the only one looking at other boys' cocks. He saw other boys glace beneath lowered brows, other boys looking at other boys' cocks. But then, didn't most boys look? Didn't most boys compare their cocks to those of other boys?

His back turned to the other boys, Kyle practically stepped into his locker and slid off his boxers, glancing to his right as he did. The locker door blocked any boy's view of him from the left, and he held his hand over his crotch, hiding it from the boy to his right, then, turning toward the locker door -- but not so far so a boy behind him might see -- he stepped into his jockstrap, pulling it up, feeling the course material against his balls. Almost there, and no one saw. He knew he couldn't keep getting away with it -- that someone would soon find out -- but just a little longer, please, just a little longer. Couldn't he pretend to be a normal boy just a little while longer?

He stepped into his shorts, pulling them up around his waist. His balls, gathered as they were in his jockstrap, provided him with a little bulge in his crotch. At least, he had big balls, bigger than most boys his age. They didn't make up for having no cock, but every little bit helped. Everything that marked him as a boy -- even the darkening fuzz on his upper lip -- helped.

"What's your name?" the boy said, the one that had chosen the locker next to his in the locker room, the boy he'd turned his back on to keep him from seeing that he had no cock. Had he seen, after all? The boy had been looking at him -- no, not looking at him, staring at him.

"K -- Kyle," he stammered.

"Hi, K -- Kyle," the boy repeated, grinning as he did. "My name's Josh. That's a funny name, K -- Kyle."

"It's just Kyle," Kyle said, not stammering this time. His face burned as it did when people talked about his cock. Of course, he was half afraid that the kid had seen.

At any time, he expected him to shout to the other boys, "Kyle doesn't have a cock."

He didn't, though. Maybe he hadn't seen, after all.

They played a sweaty game of dodge ball, one team against the other, using soccer balls, running from one end of the basketball court to the other. At the end of the game, Kyle was the only one on his side left, against three boys on the other team. He caught the ball one threw, putting him out of the game, but one of the other boys hit him on the ankle, winning the game for their team. "You're good," Josh said to him, as they walked back to the locker room. Josh had been one of the first members of their team to be hit. He wasn't good, but Kyle didn't tell him that. He seemed OK, Josh did, and Kyle wanted to make friends. Maybe even though he didn't have a cock, some boys would want to be friends with him.

Back in the locker room, Kyle watched as Josh stripped off his gym shorts and jockstrap. Josh was one of those small boys that had a big cock. It sprang out, sticking out from his balls, when he pulled off his jock strap. Hell, it was half hard. A little more and Josh would have had a full fledged hard-on. As it was, it was probably seven inches long and probably had another couple of inches to grow.

Josh saw him looking at it. "Yeah," he said, "it's always like that. Can you imagine how embarrassing it is to go around with a hard-on all the time? I wish it wasn't so big. Sometimes I wish..." but he didn't finish.

"You have a nice cock," Kyle said, hoping Josh didn't think he was queer for saying it, but Josh did have a nice cock. Kyle would have been satisfied with one half the size of his.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says, but I don't like it. Come on. Let's hit the showers."

Kyle still had his gym shorts on. "You go on," he said, "I'll be in in a minute."

"I'll wait for you. Come on. Get your shorts off and let's go."

"I don't think I'll take a shower," Kyle said.

"You got to," said Josh. "Everyone showers. It's the rules. Besides, Man, you stink, as much as you sweated out there."

"Yeah, everyone showers," he heard another boy say, one that had overheard them.

Kyle glanced around the room. Other boys were looking his way. He really didn't have a choice, did he? They were bound to find out sooner or later, "Tough it out," Ms Grissom had said, "put on a game face." Well, maybe she hadn't said it in those words, but that's what she had meant. Still facing his locker, but not turning away from Josh, who was watching -- no staring -- at his groin, waiting -- as Kyle knew, because he'd stared at Josh's groin when he'd pushed down his shorts -- to get a look at his cock, Kyle hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts, pushing down, feeling his thumbs catch in the waist band of his jockstrap, as his thumbnails scraped his hips. Bending over, he slid his shorts and jockstrap past his knees.

He heard Josh -- the only one in the room positioned to see -- inhale, a deep long inhalation. He held it for what seemed like minutes, but probably wasn't, then exhaled in one long, drawn out, "F...u.,.c...k."

Upon hearing it, that fuck which could have meant only that Josh had seen something truly remarkable, other boys turned to look, the ones not already intent on enforcing the shower rule, Probably, they expected to see another huge cock, bigger even than Josh's, the biggest of any boys' in the room, since Josh had been the one to exclaim, "F...u...c...k."

Instead they heard, "What happened to your cock, Man? Shit, I've never seen anyone that didn't have a cock." That got everyone's attention.

What the hell, thought Kyle. He turned around to give everyone a look.

That elicited more "fucks" from among the boys watching.

"What happened?" Josh asked again.

"An accident when I was a baby," Kyle said, nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal that he didn't have a cock. Actually, it was a relief that everyone knew -- at least everyone would soon know. The news would spread like a California brush fire before a Santa Ana wind, once gym class was out.

Josh's cock was no longer half hard. He had a full blown, nine and a half inch -- maybe ten inch -- erection. Kyle glanced around the room. Josh wasn't the only boy with a hard-on. At least three or four others had one as well, none though, that would compare to Josh's.

"Well, how about that shower?" Kyle said, "Coming Josh?" He grabbed a towel and headed for the shower room. He didn't know whether Josh would follow or not. Maybe he wouldn't want to be friends with a cockless boy, but -- if his cock was any indication -- he was interested.

"Wait up," Josh said, grabbing a towel of his own.

There were more questions in the shower room. He told them about how the machine had malfunctioned when the doctor had attempted to circumcise him, burning his penis so badly that they'd had to cut most of it off. "How do you pee?" one boy asked.

He showed them. Boys often peed in the shower, so he did, holding the stump of his penis between thumb and forefinger, directing the stream of piss not unlike a boy with a full fledged penis. Josh's hand was on his own penis, but he wasn't pissing. He was masturbating. "Are you jacking off, Collins?" one boy asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" Josh said, continuing to pump his cock.

"Fuck, me too," said another boy, one of those that had been hard since he'd seen Kyle's crotch. Soon, others joined in, all staring either at each other or at Kyle's crotch. Josh -- the first to start -- was the first to cum, and mightily did he cum, the first several squirts shooting three or four feet. His orgasm provoked a flurry of orgasms, first one boy, then another, ejaculating onto the shower floor. One boy scrubbed at his spunk with his foot, diluting it with the water running from the shower heads, pushing it toward the shower drain.

Not all the boys jacked off. One said, "Fucking homos," and walked out. Others left. Some stayed to watch -- most of them getting erections -- but didn't jack off. Five -- maybe six -- did jack off in the shower that day, perhaps the largest communal jack off up to that time in the school's history. Once in a while a boy would get caught jacking off in the shower, but it was usually a solitary occurrence. Some boys couldn't wait until they got home to jack off. Some boys NEEDED it more than others.

Chapter 4: Kyle Needn't Have Worried

Kyle needn't have worried. Oh, not about everyone finding out. Of course they did, and he got teased, and he got funny looks from girls. He needn't have worried about losing Josh's friendship. "Want to come over to my house to spend the night? My mom won't care," he asked Kyle that Friday.

"Sure," said Kyle. "Can you come over to meet my mom. She'll want to meet you first, and I have to pick up some sweats to sleep in."

"I sleep in the nude," said Josh, "but OK."

After school at Kyle's house, Josh met Kyle's mom, who was delighted that Kyle had made a friend. He'd told her that everyone knew he didn't have a cock. Of course, he didn't tell her about the jack off sessions that regularly occurred in the shower room, or that his dickless crotch was the cause of them. Neither did he tell her how it made him feel to stand there watching other boys jack off -- to watch them shoot their spunk onto the floor, to have his stump get hard -- without being able to jack off himself.

He was having more wet dreams, two this week alone, but -- although they were nice -- it wasn't the same as being able to cum when you wanted to. God damn. He wished he had a cock.

At Josh's house, they played some video games -- Josh had an Xbox 360 -- then fooled around on the Internet on Josh's computer, mostly looking at porn sites, both gay and straight. Josh even had some videos he'd downloaded from Limewire, most of them gay videos of guys fucking or sucking. That was OK. They turned Kyle on, too, and if Josh was gay, that was OK, too. Kyle didn't know what his own sexual orientation was. Although some cute girls turned him on, he had nothing to offer them, did he? What could he do, lick their cunts? He sure as hell couldn't fuck them.

Boys were another thing, though. Boys had cocks -- something he wanted more than anything; and if he couldn't have one of his own, he could have theirs. He had wanted to jack off Josh -- to wrap his fingers around that huge cock of his -- since the first time he'd seen it, half hard, in the locker room on Monday. He'd wanted to reach for his cock in the shower room when he was jacking off, but none of the boys were doing each other. Each was jerking on his own cock. Damn. Kyle had felt left out.

They were watching a video of two guys -- two young guys not a hell of a lot older than they were. One boy slid off his jeans, revealing a cock that almost -- but not quite -- rivaled Josh's. Kyle glanced over at Josh's crotch. His cock had created a tent big enough to sleep four in his sweats. Kyle was hard, but his half inch didn't so much as make a molehill in his.

Upon following Kyle's gaze, Jose pushed down his sweats. He had nothing underneath them. Kyle reached for his cock without asking Josh's permission. Somehow, he knew it wasn't needed.

Damn, it was big. He could barely close his hand around it. God -- it was hard, but soft at the same time, a shaft of steel, covered with soft skin. It jumped in his hand, like a thing alive. Josh reached for him, sliding his fingers under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. Kyle raised up to let him pull them down past his knees.

"Fuck -- you turn me on," Josh said. His dick jumped in Kyle's hand, spurting out ropes -- long white ropes of cum. It squirted high onto his t-shirt, one squirt striking him on the face and running down his cheek.

"Shit, you can shoot," Kyle said.

"Yeah, I guess," said Josh. I jack off five or six times a day. Once I did it twelve times in one day. Do you?" He hesitated, biting his lower lip, "I mean -- can you? Can you jack off? Have you ever?"

Kyle shook his head. "No. I've tried but nothing happens."

"You've never cum?"

"I have wet dreams, if that counts," said Kyle. I had two this week."

"Shit, I haven't had a wet dream in years," said Josh. I jack off too much to have a wet dream." He looked at Kyle's crotch. "Are you hard?" he asked. "Your stump looks like it's hard."

"Yeah," said Kyle. "It's hard. There ain't much there, but it gets hard."

"Do you care if I try something? You won't freak out, will you?"

"I won't freak out," promised Kyle.

Josh scooted down until his body was between Kyle's legs, his head level with his crotch. He looked up and grinned at Kyle, then lowered his head, taking one of Kyle's balls into his mouth. Kyle gasped. Nothing had ever felt so good. Disengaging his mouth, Josh looked up, "You have big balls, he said. You probably would have had a big cock. Your stub is pretty big around. when it's hard. Then he licked it -- licked Kyle's cock stub.

"Oh, shit," said Kyle.

"You like it?" asked Josh, looking up at him once again.

"Yeah," said Kyle. "Don't talk -- lick."

"OK, but you've got to do me next -- promise?"

"Yeah," said Kyle, "now lick, God damn you, lick."

Josh went back to work, licking Kyle from his asshole -- toying with it, running his tongue into it -- to the stub of his cock, taking the stub into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth over it as rapidly as he could.

"Oh --" said Kyle, "fuck -- fuck -- fuck." He began thrusting with his hips trying to ram what cock he had into Josh's mouth. He felt an almost unbearable pressure build up in his groin, like a swollen river blocked by a dam. Then -- the dam burst. He came, shooting cum from his stump into Josh's mouth.

It seemed to go on forever -- but was over much too soon. Kyle was panting, winded by this first intended orgasm "You cum pretty good yourself," said Josh, looking up at him, a drop of Kyle's cum on the corner of his mouth. "Did you like it?"

At first, Kyle was unable to answer, then he said, "What the fuck do you think? God damn right I liked it. From my wet dreams I figured it'd feel good, but that wasn't good. That was fucking great. I wish I had a cock so I could jack off any time I wanted to."

"I wish I didn't have one," said Josh.

"What?" said Kyle. "Everyone is envious of your cock. You have the biggest one in school everyone says."

"Yeah, I guess, but I always hated my cock. Even when I was a little kid, I hated it. If I had the guts, I'd cut it off like yours. That's why you turn me on so much. I want to look like you do."

"You want to be a girl?"

"Naw. I don't want to be a fucking girl. I don't even like girls -- but I guess you figured that out by now. I'm queer through and through. I like guys and I like being a guy. I just don't like having a cock."

"That's a fucking switch," said Kyle. "I want a cock more than anything in the world."

"You can have mine," said Josh.

"Yeah, I wish," said Kyle. "I'd love to have your cock. Instead, when I'm eighteen, I'll have some hunk of meat taken from my thigh and added to my stump. It won't be much of a cock, but it'll be more than I've got."

"I'll make you a deal," said Josh, "When we're eighteen I'll give you mine. You figure out a way to pay for it, and we'll go to Thailand and have it done. I'm going to have mine cut off anyway."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm serious as shit," said Josh, "I'm getting my cock cut off as soon as I can. You might as well have it. We just have to figure out a way to pay for it."

"That's no problem," said Kyle. "I have a trust fund from the settlement for my cock. I get it when I'm eighteen. I was going to use it for a pseudo cock. But can they transplant a cock from one guy to another?"

"If they can transplant livers and kidneys, they can transplant cocks. I actually read that they've done it before.

"Do you really mean it? Kyle asked. "Would you really give me your cock?"

"On one condition," said Josh.

"What's that?" asked Kyle.

"That you give me the blow job you owe me."

"No problem," he said, intending to scoot down between Josh's legs as Josh had between his.

"No," said Josh. "Turn around and we'll do a little 69."

Kyle didn't have to ask what a 69 was. He'd seen enough porn flicks to know.

He couldn't get much of Josh's cock into his mouth, but he had the head of it in his mouth when Josh came, squirting his hot cum onto his tongue and onto the back of his throat. A weird taste, he thought, but not bad, really, but then he couldn't think any longer. He was shooting his into Josh's mouth.

Chapter 5: Epilog

It no longer mattered to Kyle that he had no cock. He shrugged it off when other guys teased him. One day he'd have a cock bigger than any of theirs. One day he'd have Josh's cock. He had no doubt that it would happen. Josh was adamant about having his cut off. He would keep his balls, maybe keep a stub like Kyle's, but he would have his cock cut off. And if he were, who better to have it than Kyle. Why not keep it in the family, so to speak. They shared his cock while it was on Josh's groin. They could continue to share it when it was on Kyle's.

They continued to be friends and lovers over the next four years, often including other boys in their sex games, boys that would lick Josh's big cock or Kyle's stump. It was no longer a problem for Kyle to cum. He could even get himself off, if need be. Usually, he didn't have to. Josh was always a willing partner and other boys were turned on by his stubbed cock, boys that would either lick his stump or fuck him. That was another way he liked to get off, maybe the way he liked best. He liked having a cock up his hole, especially, Josh's big cock.

Well, he wouldn't have it up his hole, once it was on his groin, but that was OK. There were other boys with cocks, and both he and Josh believed in sharing the wealth. "So many cocks and so little time," Josh often said.

Shortly after they were both eighteen, they flew to Thailand. They'd already made the arrangements. They took Josh into one operating room and Kyle into another. While one doctor cut off Josh's cock, another prepared Kyle's stump to receive it.

Josh was finished first of course. It took much less time to cut his cock off than it did to reattach it to Kyle's crotch. He kept his balls. He'd never wanted to lose them. It was just his cock that he'd always hated. Funny, wasn't it -- that a boy -- a man now -- who liked sex as much as he did, hated his cock? But, he didn't need a cock to enjoy sex. Kyle had proved that to him. When Kyle had cum into his mouth that first time, he'd known he'd some day have his cock cut off. Now, he had. It was gone -- but not for good. Even now, it was being attached to Kyle's groin. How much better could that be -- to lose his cock, but to be able to keep it, too.

He laughed. If it worked -- If the operation was successful -- he'd soon have his own cock either up his hole or in his mouth. It'd be like fucking himself. What other guy could say he'd done that?

It did work. Maybe Kyle didn't have as much feeling in Josh's cock, installed as it was on his groin, but it got hard. He could fuck with it -- cum and piss through it. He loved it. He fucking loved it.

Josh loved it, too. He loved it in his hole and in his mouth. He liked it much better on Kyle's groin than he ever had on his own.

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