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He was restless and horny. Jimmy got tired of jacking off and headed for the Adult Book Store out along the highway. He could always find a new friend who'd join him in his car for some man-to-man fun.
He left his apartment in casual clothes, but wore his ball cap with the bright red peach on it. He never went into the "book store" when he arrived, because a guy was standing outside and as he passed, their eyes met and instantly Jimmy knew he didn't need to go any farther. "Hi," he said in a quiet voice, as he slowly passed. "Hi, guy." "Nice night." Jimmy stopped and the guy offered him a cigarette. "Thanks," Jimmy said as he lit up and started inhaling. "Hey, I like the taste of this smoke." "Yeah, it's something new. Wanna join me in my car?" "Sure." So, they walked around to the side of the store and Jimmy headed for the passenger side. The guy was beside him, and opened the back door. Jimmy got in and the guy followed him into the back. They sat there while Jimmy finished the smoke and unrolled the window and tossed the butt. "My name's Arthur", the guy said. "I'm Jimmy." With that, Jimmy felt strange. His head became light, and he nodded and soon passed out into a deep sleep. Deep. Long hours later,he slowly woke from the stupor he'd been in. He was somewhere behind the Adult Book Store, near the dumpster. And, he had an intense pain down between his legs. It was agonizing, and he reached down. His pants were soggy as he felt them, and as he reached inside, he was horrified to discover that he had no cock or balls; they were gone. No longer drowsy or just waking up, he began to realize that something had happened to him. There was no one around. It was 3 a. m. He tried to stand, and finally pulled himself upright. Then, again, he reached his hand down between his legs and again found nothing. Apparently he'd been out for a long time because there was no bleeding; blood had caked around the place where his cock and balls had been. As his head cleared, he realized he must have been drugged by something in that cigarette, and while he was out, the guy had performed emasculating surgery. His head swam with thoughts about the change that had taken place in his life. What to do? He looked around and the area was deserted. The book store was closed. His was the only car in the lot. He was able to walk, even though he was still dizzy. Should he go to a hospital? Should he go to the police? Should be just head back to his apartment? As he started to walk away, he spied a glass jar sitting on the ground. "Jeez, it's my nuts and my rod!" There, in the jar were his "family jewels" and his precious 7 incher, in some clear liquid. And there was a note which he read: "I could tell from the look in your eyes that you wanted a change in your life. So, I did you a great kindness. I did what you would never have had the nerve to do. Your life will now be peaceful and different. Do not try to find me; I live a great distance away from here. But, some day, you will want to thank me, and the way to do it is to pass along the kindness I did for you. Help someone else to find the true happiness that I have given you." Stunned, Jimmy looked out into the distance, and in that moment he literally began a new life. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his groin as he got into the car. He had surprisingly little pain by this time. And there seemed to be no bleeding. He put the jar on the floor, and started for home. Halfway there, he pulled over and picked up the jar, staring at it and realizing that his manhood was inside it, and he was a nullo. He must have started for 5 minutes, and then, shaking his head to clear his mind, he set it down and drove home. He lived alone, a thousand miles from any family, and was close to no one. So there was no one to wake up and tell about what had happened. He took off the blood-soaked and caked pants and undershorts, as well as his top, and got in the shower. He was still in shock as he soaped down, including his new "injury" area. The clotted blood did not break open, and there was only a little bit of bleeding. He found some bandage after finishing the shower, and used adhesive tape to hold it over the area. There was a stinging sensation but no pain. Could be sleep? Or was the shock of what had happened to him so severe that he would lie there and be wakeful all night? It was then that,for the first time, he looked carefully at his "wound". Apparently, the guy had cauterized the edges of where his sac had been as well as the blood vessels that led to his cock. They were not bleeding at all. Slowly, Jimmy began to realize that he was not the first guy who had been through this at the hands of the stranger who offered a smoke. It all was too well set up. He lay down, and went to sleep almost immediately. It was a deep but normal sleep. He awoke and it was daylight. Being Sunday, he didn't have to go to work. He again looked at his "new front" and slowly began to think about what lay ahead. Would he tell anyone? Would he go to his doctor? Would he report the incident to the police? Instead, he lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Was he angry? Strangely, he felt no ill toward the stranger and what he had done. He thought about how his cock and balls had slowly taken over his life, and how he was devoting so much of his time and energy to jacking off, fondling, focusing on and thinking about his cock and balls. In that moment, he realized that he had become a slave to his sex organs; they were all he had been living for. Now, through no choice of his own, his life was changed. He was freed from the focus on his masturbation and his visits to the places where guys would stroke "his" as he stroked "theirs." Was it wrong? Was he unhappy about the change? Hell, no. He was glad. He was free! He could start his life over in a new direction. No longer would he spend his days fantisizing about what he'd plan for that night, where he'd go and what he'd do. Peace came to Jimmy. Every so often, he gets the jar out of the cabinet and looks at what now are only deep memories.....not sad ones.... just a life he no longer misses. The stranger was right. Jimmy wonders if the stranger is still driving around, and changing the lives of other guys, as he did for Jimmy.
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