Beach Stand

We decided to walk down the beach and as we did I got more comfortable. After a while or so I even sort of forgot I was naked, only really being reminded by the feeling of my cock hitting my leg. Seeing Ryan just naked on the beach with me was oddly not erotic - being naked in the open like this with all these other people sort of killed the secret thrill of seeing my boyfriend in the nude.

We continued down the beach and I smelled something like hot dogs. My stomach growled some, and we continued down the beach, toward where the smell seemed to be coming from, playing in the water or kissing a little along the way.

It was about two miles down the beach that I saw the first one. This hot looking kid, about nineteen or twenty, walking along toward us. I checked him out from the corner of my eye, and I could have sworn that kid's dick was about an inch long, and I couldn't make out any balls at all. He was pretty hairy though, so I figured maybe he just wasn't well endowed and his bush covered it.

We continued on down the beach and the smell got stronger. "You want to get some of whatever that is?" Ryan asked. "It smells great."

I said yeah - I was getting pretty hungry too. We kept heading its direction, and I saw another one. Decent looking blond guy this time, and just like the last one his cock was tiny! This time I took a less covert look and was sure this one had no balls; his hair was trimmed way down and I could tell. After him came three fratboy looking types and all three of them were that way. I elbowed Ryan. "Look at those three's cocks," I whispered.

He whispered back, "I know, just like that blond guy." We both stopped for a minute and stared straight at them, plain as day. They didn't say anything, just looked ahead and kept on walking. We watched them go for a few seconds, and then my stomach growled again and we went on down the beach. I was getting really hungry by this point so I hoped we found it soon.

As we kept walking more of the small cock guys passed us. Both Ryan and I were staring at this point and I noticed they didn't even have cockheads. Finally, this incredibly hot guy with a totally shaven body walked by us and I stopped. "Excuse me?" I asked him. He stopped.

"Yes?" I was a little worried he'd get pissed about my asking, but I had to.

"What, um...what happened to your penis?" I asked.

He pointed behind him, toward where we were going, and said, "There's a place down that way. You should check it out," and then kept walking.

"That was weird," I commented to Ryan, and he didn't even acknowledge it, but just kept walking faster. "Ryan. Ryan!" I waved my hand in front of his face.

He shook his head and turned toward me. "What?"

"Didn't you even hear me?" I asked him.

"Huh...no, guess not..." he turned back and started up again. "Let's keep going, I'm starved."

I jogged back up to him. "Yeah, me too."

A little ways up the beach we could see a small crowd and a plume of smoke. "That must be the food place." We started jogging. I idly noticed that every guy we passed now had the cropped dick. It occurred to me that if they didn't even have cockheads then their penis must have been cut off. Probably their balls too, since they didn't seem to have those either.

The smell got stronger and stronger, and we arrived at the source. It was a little beachside grill manned by a powerful looking man in shorts and a leather apron. "Step right up, boys, get it while it's hot!" We got in line behind a few other guys and watched the action. The first guy in line stepped up. "You here for the special?" The guy nodded and had the customer stand with his genitals on a metal support with a little cup for them to go. He whipped out this tool that looked like a cross between a wrench and hedge clippers and held it in the fire for a few seconds. "Ready, son?"

The guy nodded again and the big dude positioned the shear things around the customers erect cock. He wrenched his arms apart and the blades closed, severing the man's penis and cauterizing the wound shut. "You want that with sauce, too?" The guy nodded again and the man repositioned the blades around his scrotum, cutting again. The customer stood aside while the guy castrated another man - special with sauce - and then grilled the cocks, split open on the grill, and basted them with the men's pulverized testicles. The two recently emasculated men looked on hungrily, apparently in no pain at all.

My mouth watered feverishly, and Ryan was so intent on it he didn't even acknowledge me. I didn't really care that much; I was too hungry to really want to talk anyway. The guy gave them their specials on a bun with a paper plate, and they wandered off, happily munching on their own genitals.

Ryan stepped up and put his balls on the tray. The guy whistled appreciatively. "That's some hose you got there. I hope you can finish it."

"I'm pretty damn hungry," Ryan smiled back. "I'll finish it."

The guy positioned the clippers around Ryan's cock and pulled them shut, severing it. It plopped into the tray with a loud squish noise. Next he clipped off Ryan's balls - he winced a little but didn't look like he was in much pain. Ryan stepped back and I proudly stepped up. "Looks like you might want to convince your friend to share some of his, buddy. You'll finish that thing in about two bites." Ryan laughed behind me. I could feel my face flush.

"Just cut it off, please? I'm starving!"

"Sorry buddy, no offense meant. Pretty soon it won't matter anyway, eh?" He put the shears around my dick and pulled. The pain was intense but only lasted a fraction of a second. I was a little dazed from my cock removal and didn't even really feel it when he took my balls off.

He expertly slit our dicks down the underside like sausages and threw them on the grill, mine on the bottom rack and Ryan's on the top one. "The big one's gonna have to cook a little longer since it's so thick." He looked at Ryan and asked, "You mind if I fuck your friend while their cookin'?"

"Go ahead."

The guy took his apron off and the mammoth erection underneath sprung out. Ryan and my eyes both got big just looking at the thing - it was so wide we couldn't see his balls hanging underneath from the front.

"Bend over, buddy," he told me, and I did. The guy had to loosen me up a little bit, but it was still a shock when he just slammed it in. I could feel it way up in my gut, way more than Ryan's had ever gone to. Once when he came in, he stayed there for a minute and said to Ryan, "Hey, watch this." The guy put his hands behind his head and lifted me off the ground a few times with his fucking cock. I came as he did it, my own weight pushing me further down onto it. Soon after he blew a load himself, and then pulled out, cum dripping out of my ass. "Looks like you boys are about done."

He put the apron back on and pulled our dicks off the grill onto buns. I couldn't wait for him to finish mashing our nuts up, and as soon as he drizzled the sauce on we both greedily snagged them off the plates and started munching. The head was a little more tender than the tougher meat of our cocks, but the nut sauce helped to make it go down better. When I had nearly finished mine, Ryan and I traded bites - he still had half of his to go. At least now I wouldn't have to feel inferior anymore.