I went ahead with my first boyfriend, a guy who forced me to do things I wasn’t ready for: blowjobs, hand jobs, and the works. The night we broke up I talked with Will. We had gotten to be close friends, and I was feeling really down. Will came out to me that night, and it was a moment that I can never forget. On that dark night of my first break up, Will became the light to my problems.

After coming out, Will and I talked more often in school. I was trying my best to flirt with him, hoping he would get the hint. I played quite coy, telling him I was scared to make out. I never made out with my ex before we broke up, and he told me that it wasn’t hard to do. I convinced Will to come over to my house to give me “kissing lessons”.

Will came over around seven and we watched TV for a little bit. We got bored of that, and I got more interested in him as opposed to the show. I turned the TV off and brought him close to me. I put my head on his shoulder and smelled his sweet aroma. It was really intoxicating me. We repositioned, and I foolishly asked him if I could start the kissing lessons.

We leaned in and kissed a few times regularly. I thought to myself how much of a better kisser he was than my ex. I got really scared when his tongue prodded mine, but I opened. He was holding me now, leading me into my first make out session with a guy. At first I didn’t feel much, but after a few minutes, I was starting to feel the electricity go down to my penis. It got hard in my pants, trapped inside my jeans and boxer briefs.

I broke off the kiss and went down lower. I kissed his shirt and made my way down to his pants. I really wanted to see his dick in person. I opened his jeans and saw boxers. I pulled them down to reveal a beautiful dick that I knew I had to inspect. It was about seven inches, cut. It had a good shape, and a nice head. He must have been cut tight, as the skin on his penis looked constricted on the shaft. I started to take it in my mouth, savoring it. The feel of his dick was amazing in my mouth, the taste was ripe.

He pulled me off after a few minutes, which surprised me. He said he didn’t want to cum. We kissed again for about 15 minutes, this time his dick pressing tight in his boxers, a beautiful feeling to have my arm resting on. During our kissing I tried to play with it with my hand, he told me no. I was upset with this, but kissing Will was worth it for me.

We changed positions, and I got into somewhat of a 69 position. I was hoping he would play with me a little bit. I took his cock in my mouth, but tried playing with it slowly. Will surprisingly pulled my pants, but left my underwear on. He rubbed my ass up and down, hitting my sweet spot. He pulled the underwear down and gave me a blowjob, if you could call it that; it lasted about a minute. He pulled off and just got to rubbing my ass. Will pulled off of me, and we kissed again. Will told me he was going to go home, and he would talk to me later.

The next week I went to Will’s house for a sleepover. I was hoping to get some more kissing and blowjobs in. It was much the same, except this time he didn’t blow my dick at all. He didn’t even touch it one bit. He pulled off me too whenever I tried to give him a blowjob that lasted longer than about a minute. What did get better though was the kissing. We mostly kissed the whole night away; his mouth was like pleasure, sending jolts of electricity down my spine. I knew I had to be with Will after this day. When I woke up the next morning, we where back at it again. He wouldn’t let me give him a blowjob in the morning though, but I smelled the aroma from his crotch: sweat and pent up boy hormones; it was a beautiful smell to me.

Will and I started dating soon after that. All of our dates were much the same, mostly kissing and cuddling. We would sit there and kiss for hours, never touching our dicks. He would see me reach to play with my own, but he would always move my hand to his shaggy hair. It was hard to get used to not playing with my dick, but after every date I would go home and masturbate right away. Will caught on to this one day, however, and had a long chat.

“You know, I really don’t like you masturbating all the time,” he said. “There is no need to masturbate, its just kinda wrong. I think you can live better without doing it, there are so many better things you can do with your life, and me, without jacking off. I bought you this for the both of us, I hope it can help us stop for good. I’ve been masturbation free since that last time you gave my dick a blowjob. You gave a good one, but I really need to stay pure. I know you jack off a lot, so I think this can help the both of us in the long term.”

Will handed me a box wrapped up in a bow. I opened it up; unsure of what it would be after this long talk with him. What was inside was a chastity device. I looked at him with pleading eyes, and he said, “it’s the only way”. Deflated, I looked at him and gave him a kiss. My cock got hard for the last time.

Will put the device on me and locked it into place. He took the key with him and put it in “safekeeping” he said. My dick was trapped in the device, unable to get hard at all. Will asked me to do his, and I gave him a quick kiss. I felt so bad putting his beautifully shaped penis away for an unknown time. He told me to lock it and keep the key. There we where, one gay couple, no usable dicks. Will wanted us to focus on other things besides our dick.

I won’t deny the fact that my grades went up, but my concentration went down at times. At least I saw Will every day to have a quick kiss. On those nights where we would just sit and cuddle, feeling our bodies. We would kiss often. The strain on my chastity device hurt many times when we did this, but Will told me his never nudged. He said you had to learn to live with the chastity. I did learn to live as the months came passing by. My cock was used to the chastity by now, and hurt less when I got hard. Getting hard was a rarity as well, for I had gotten used to it by now. The only problem was the constant feeling of frustration in my balls, only relieved with the gentle lips of Will. I neglected to tell him about a few of the wet dreams I had.

One night at my house almost a year later, we had another sleepover. On this day, Will asked me to spend the rest of his life with him. I was overjoyed, as I loved spending my time with him; we had so much in common and our chemistry was perfect. I readily said yes to him, but he said there was a hitch. “Adam, in order to be together, I want us to get rid of these devices. I want us to be free to love each other without our cocks in the way. Together, we can be open and live a life of love. Will you do this for me?”

I didn’t get it at first what he wanted, so I said yes. He asked me if I was sure, and I agreed. I was excited actually to get the chastity off. He said he wanted to take care of it tomorrow, and a few of our friends where going to help. I had known Bryan and his boyfriend vaguely through our gay friends, but we didn’t know each other closely.

The next afternoon Will and I unlocked each other from the belt. He said he was going to allow us one last time to masturbate together, as it would be our last. I was confused, but I went with it. Will giving me the chance to jack off is rare, and I wasn’t about to deny it. We sat there kissing and Will grabbed my penis. He jerked it a little bit, but let it go. He told me he didn’t really want me to finish myself, but he was going to let me. I felt for Will and the lessons he taught me, and stopped masturbating myself for about twenty minutes.

My dick was straining so hard, I couldn’t help it. I grabbed my dick and stroked it. I missed the six inches, I missed feeling the hard cock, heck I even missed my circumcision scar. The touch of my body after such a long time felt reliving, and I couldn’t last long. I came just as I heard a knock on the door. Will broke the kiss off after he felt me come, he said he was upset I couldn’t last, but said it was ok because he let me.

Will answered the door and Bryan and his boyfriend Scott came in. They had a few bags of stuff on, and we said hi. They were in clothing, but both Will and I were half naked. Bryan said they had to set up, but we could have some more time together.

Will and I got back to kissing, but I broke off. “Will,” I said, “please let me give you a blowjob, I really miss that beautiful dick of yours.” Will gave his dick a stroke, and gave mine, and thought for a second, replying with, “OK, but only because I love you!” I told him I did the same, and I pummeled down. I didn’t know how long he would last, so I savored the taste. The smell of his body wasn’t bad, or the nasty smell, but it was sweet, and mixed with his cologne, it drew me in like always. I tasted his head, I tasted his shaft, I went up and down. I felt that Will was going to push me away, but he retreated from that. A few moments later, I finally got the taste of Will inside my mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled, but he had a load of cum to empty out. I pulled off, and he smiled. We kissed, and Bryan shouted, “Are you kids done in there?”

Will and I cleaned up and we made our way to the kitchen, where they had a chair set up. Will told me to sit down, and he held my hand. Bryan went in and looked my dick up and down, feeling it. He took a special marker and made a line about a quarter inch back from the base of my dick. I looked somewhat confused. Bryan gave me a shot of something and told me to relax. Of course, relax to me means making out with Will, so we kissed for a few minutes. My cock felt hard still, but kept numbing.

Will broke off and Bryan said its time. Will got closer to me and held me close in his arms. I was getting a little bit scared. Bryan took this weird looking knife and brought it close to my dick. “WILL!! I shouted”, just realizing what was going to happen, he calmed me down, but I was still terrified. Bryan put the knife along the mark he made and started to cut. I couldn’t feel much as he numbed me up, but I had tears in my eyes. Will wiped them from me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It took about two minutes, but Bryan had finally removed my manhood from its place. Bryan went in and put it in this bucket that was resting on the table. Scott came in and sewed what was left up, leaving me with what seemed to be a small stump. They bandaged it up and Will and I changed places. There I was, dickless with my boyfriend right there. My stump looked so small, just barley jutting above my balls. My mind was racing a million thoughts a second right now about everything that was going on.

Will took his much stronger than me, but I still held his hand. Will seemed to get more penis left than I did, almost a whole inch of stub remaining. He didn’t even cry once. Bryan worked fast, leaving Will with his cock to be put away for good. I was still feeling a dull ache, but Scott returned to sew Will up. Will had a stump of about one inch, jutting from the top of his balls. Although the stub looked angry to be away from the rest of the body, Will was smiling. I guess he was really happy to be living dickless.

Will and I rested on the couch together in each others arms. Bryan and Scott were there talking with us. They both took their clothes off and I saw that they both had stubs much the same, about the size of mine. They let us look at it to see the final result. Will looked excited, but I was still apprehensive. We chatted about sports, watched the local swim meet on public TV, and then had some dinner. Even though Will and I just had our cocks chopped off, we tried to go about our normal routine with Bryan and Scott still over. After dinner Bryan took our dicks out of the bucket, sealed in some sort of plastic goo. At least I have my cock still, I thought. Will grabbed both before I could get a chance to look, and whisked them away from me.

Bryan and Scott left after another hour, leaving the two of us to be together at last. “Will, why did it have to be this way?” I asked him. “Because we both love each other, but I am afraid you will get hurt by me, or you will hurt me, and I know we both don’t want that. Life without a penis is good, Bryan and Scott did it a few months ago, and they told me about it. I hope we can be as great of a couple as they are. I knew chastity could only last so long, so I thought this would be a better solution. I love you!” Will replied.

I guess it was a good solution, though I still get frustrated very easily. My emotions sexually can get the best of me, but Will and I have worked a lot out. We now have been together close for over five years. Sometimes I wish I got my legal degree so I could fight the law that won’t get us married. We live a normal life together even though we have no cocks between the two of us. Often times I am quite frustrated with my stump, but sometimes I am quite happy with it. Mixed in my feelings about the stump, I still think it was a good choice to stay with Will for the rest of my life.