The porn center took my pictures last Friday, one day after my thirteenth birthday. You have to be 13 to make porn and to legally have sex. I think the age should be younger. I started having sex with my friends just after I turned 11. I was lucky no one caught me. I only had sex with boys because I was born gay like 91 percent of all boys. Forty-one years ago Dr. Abbot released the gay boy virus. It caused 86 percent of all children to be boys. Of those boys, 91 percent were totally gay. Five percent were bisexual and 4 percent were totally straight.

My appointment for the video was for Thursday after school. The receptionist took me into a room that looked like a boy's bedroom with five other boys about my age. Four of them were good looking like me. One was homely, real homely. Some people would call him ugly. I never call anyone ugly. I asked him, "Is this your first time?"

"No. It's my second time." I was real surprised. Why would he be popular enough to get called back?

A man came in. He said, "I am the director here. I supervise all the videos. My name is Stanley Simpson. Please call me Stan." He had each of us wear name tags and talk for several minutes so that we could address each other by name in the video like we knew each other. The homely boy was Andy. My name is Peter. The other boys were Seth, Earl, Fred and Logan. I already knew Fred and Logan.

Stan said, "Sit around in a circle and play strip poker. After guys get naked, you can do whatever sexual things you want. All of you are under 15 years old so you can't butt-fuck or put fingers into butt-holes. You can jack each other off and give blow jobs.

"I want you to react naturally to what you see and hear. It should look, and sound, like you are regular boys who got together to play strip poker. Pretend that the cameras are not here." He collected the name tags. Then he handed Andy a deck of cards and sat in the corner with the social worker.

Earl was naked first. He had a good-looking dick so I gave him a blow job. He came in my mouth. It tasted gross so I spat it out. Andy said, "I want to give you a blow job too."

Earl said, "I just had one. I don't want another one now." I wondered if that was true. Maybe he just didn't want one from Andy because he wasn't attractive.

I was the second to be naked. I let Andy give me a blow job. I shut my eyes and pretended that it was Logan who was sucking my dick.

Logan was the best looking boy in the room. He had jet-black curly hair, pale skin and intense blue eyes. His waist was tiny. He had so little body fat that I could see all his ribs and most of the muscles under his skin.

Andy was very good at cock sucking. I had a real good orgasm. Andy swallowed all my spunk. He seemed happy to get my spunk.

Andy was the third guy to be naked. When I saw his dick, I was real surprised. It was very short and had no head. I got a real hard boner.

Logan asked, "What the hell happened to your cock?"

"My dad is crazy. He caught me jacking off. He cut off the head of my dick."

"Couldn't the doctors sew it back on?"

"No. He put it down the garbage disposal. The doctors had to cut off a little more because the wound had become infected and there was a lot of tissue damage. If they had just sewed it up it would have hurt a lot every time I got a boner. Before Dad cut me, my dick was a little over five-and-a-half inches long. After the surgery, it was just under three-inches long."

Logan asked, "Can you still jack off?"

"I sure can. It takes longer to cum, but when I do, it's better."

I said, "I'm real sorry your dad did that to you. It must be awful."

Andy said, "I'm kind of glad he did it."

"Why in the world would you be glad?"

"Before Dad cut me, nobody wanted to have sex with me. Afterwards, many boys wanted to fuck me after they saw my stump. Some wanted to suck me. I love getting fucked and sucked. Also, the only reason my pictures are popular is because of my stump. They wouldn't have called me back here if he hadn't cut me."

Fred said, "I really, really want to fuck you."

The social worker said, "You can't do that here. After the filming is over, you can go to his home or your home and do it."

I said, "Why can't we fuck in the videos? We can legally fuck at home."

"It's the rule. Two years ago, children had to be 16 to make porn. Seven years ago, they had to be 18."

"Why did they change the rules?"

"Several scientific studies found that the more porn pedophiles had, the less likely they were to molest children. Also if making porn with children is illegal, criminals will make it anyway. The people who made porn illegally were very bad people. They often hurt the children they filmed by drugging them or hitting them if they did something wrong. This way, you are not hurt and pedophiles rarely molest children."

Stan said, "Let's get back to the video. Andy, you say why you are glad your dad cut you but don't mention the pictures we took here. When Fred says he wants to fuck you, say that you don't want to fuck now. I don't want any of you talking about making porn or talking to the social worker."

Since Fred couldn't fuck Andy, he gave him a blow job instead. He said, "I usually gag but your stump is short enough that I can take it without gagging." He also spat out the spunk.

After the filming was finished, Stan had Andy leave. Before he left, Andy gave us cards with his email address so that we could get together for sex if we wanted to.

After Andy left, Stan said, "Because of his stump, Andy is very popular. Most of my customers say that they would like to see pictures and videos of a more attractive boy with a stump. They also want to watch the operation. I will pay the first one of you who has the head of his dick removed an advance of two thousand dollars."

I asked the social worker, "Is that legal?"

"Yes, it's legal. Once you turn 13 you can have any part, or all of, your genitals removed or get a sex change without parental consent." I remembered that six boys at my school had their balls removed, three had become girls and one had everything removed.

The idea of having my dick-head cut off was strangely exciting. I asked, "How much would it hurt?"

Stan said, "I have a really good surgical robot. The operation won't hurt at all. Your stump will be sore for a few hours. It won't be sore at all by the next morning." He spent several minutes trying to get one of us to agree to have his dick-head cut off. When no one agreed, he gave us all cards and told us to come right in if we changed our minds.

I had a boner most of the way home. I just couldn't stop thinking about Andy's stump. When I got into my bedroom, I decided to jack off without touching my dick-head. I just couldn't keep from touching it. I used a piece of toilet paper roll to cover my dick-head. Then I could jack off without touching it.

Just like Andy said, it took longer but felt better. I jacked off the same way before going to sleep and after waking up in the morning.

I left school as soon as I could and ran to the porn center. When I got into Stan's office I said, "I've decided to let you remove my dick-head. Am I the first one? Do I get two thousand bucks?"

"Yes. You are the first. You get two thousand dollars." I had to talk to the social worker for several minutes before I could sign the contract.

Stan made a video of me measuring my dick. It was 6.1 inches long. He marked just behind my dick-head with a blue marker. I measured from the base to the mark. It was 4.2 inches. Stan had me jack off while looking at the blue mark. After I finished, he had me lay down on a cot. He put a machine over my crotch. All four sides of the machine were transparent. I knew it was so that the cameras could see my dick being cut.

The social worker said, "It's not too late. You can still change your mind. Do you still want your dick-head removed?"

"I do."

"You understand that once it's removed, we can't put it back on?"

"I understand."

Stan gave me a button on a cord. He said, "Push this button and the machine will start. Once it starts, we can't stop it." I took a deep breath and pushed the button.

I didn't want to watch and closed my eyes. After several minutes, I heard a beep and felt the machine being lifted off me. I opened my eyes and looked at my stump. It was real hard and looked great. I reached down and grabbed it. "It's all numb. I can't feel anything."

Stan said, "It'll be numb for about an hour. Then it'll be a little sore for a few hours. By morning, it won't be sore at all. I will pay you 50 dollars extra if you let me put a chastity device on it. I want your first time to jack off with your stump to be here on video."

"How will I pee with a chastity device on my dick?"

"I'll put a little tube in your stump so that you can pee."

"OK. Put it on me. When should I come back in?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday so we open at eight. Come in any time after that. While you have the chastity device on, don't shower or take a bath because you won't be able to dry yourself properly."

The chastity device held my dick tight up against my belly. About six inches of the plastic tube extended from it. After about an hour, I could feel my dick rubbing on the chastity device when it was hard. It was hard most of the time because I was so excited. I really wanted to jack off with my new stump. I wanted to touch the end so that I could tell how sore it was. I stuck a cotton swab through a ventilation hole and touched the end. It was only a little sore.

I went to the porn place just after eating breakfast. After they took the chastity device off, they had me measure my stump. It was 4.1 inches. I guess the machine took off a little more than it was supposed to. I didn't care because a tenth of an inch wasn't much.

They had me jack off. I was so excited about my new stump that I came real quick. I rested for a few minutes and jacked off again. This time it took a lot longer. Stan had three beautiful boys gave me a blow job, one after the other. He told me to pull out just before I came so that the cameras could see me cum with my stump. I could not cum with the third boy so Stan sent me home.

When I showered after P.E., on Monday, The other boys noticed my stump and asked a lot of questions. I said, "I saw a boy with no dick-head. I liked the way it looked so much, I had my dick-head removed. I can still jack off. It takes a little longer but when I cum, it's better."

More than half the boys had boners. Several said they wanted to fuck or suck me. I refused because I had an appointment at the porn center. They were going to pay me a hundred bucks for each time I came on camera.

Two days later, a boy in my P.E. class had a headless dick. He said, "I couldn't stop thinking about how good your stump looked. I went to the clinic the same day but they made me wait until the next day. Doesn't it look great?"

Seven weeks after my dick was trimmed, Stan said, "This will probably be your last time. We now have four other attractive boys with stumps. The clients are getting tired of you. Don't feel bad. You have made far more videos and money than any other boy. After you turn 15 and can make videos getting fucked, come back in."

I was real upset. I loved making videos. It was more about the attention than about the money. I said, "Is there anything I can do to make more videos?"

"There is something but you will probably not want to do it."

"What is it? I'll do anything."

"You can have another inch removed from your dick."

My stump got super-hard. I didn't have to think about it for even a minute. I said, "Yes. I'll do it."

This time when I measured my stump, it was 4.3 inches. It must have grown a little. Stan offered me a hundred bucks extra if I watched the operation so I did. The first thing the machine did was spray something around the base of my dick. It waited about half a minute, then it gave me several injections into the base of my dick. I didn't feel the tiny needles going in.

After about a minute, the machine held my stump almost straight up. It peeled back a big flap of skin. I asked, "Why is there so little bleeding?"

Stan answered, "The machine sprays a coagulation medicine and healing nanites on the wound a tiny fraction of a second after it cuts the tissue." Then the machine sliced right through my dick just above the flap. Again there was almost no blood and my stump stayed hard.

I was so turned on that I came. My spunk squirted straight up into the air. I had never seen it go so high. It landed on my right leg. The machine sprayed something on the cut end of my dick. It folded the flap of skin down and trimmed it around the edges. I realized that it must have glued the skin down. The machine made a new pee-hole in the flap and did something to the edges. The machine beeped and Stan lifted it off me. My stump looked even better than it did before.

Stan wanted me to wear a chastity device again. I said, "I can't wear the chastity device. I have to shower after P.E."

"I can give you an excuse so that you won't have to do P.E. tomorrow."

"You can do that?"

"Yes. I am a registered nurse. That's why I can use the surgery machine."

Ten weeks after I was trimmed the second time, I met Stan in his office. I said, "It's been almost two weeks since my last video. I want to have another inch removed so that I can make more videos."

"Are you sure you want that? Your stump would be less than two-and-a-half inches long. You probably won't be able to fuck anyone."

"I'm sure. I like being fucked way more than fucking. I know my stump would look great if it was an inch shorter. It'd be the shortest stump of all the guys." Stan agreed to having me trimmed again. It was just like the time before except I didn't cum. I wish I had because, last time, Stan gave me a 100-dollar bonus for cumming because the clients really liked seeing it.

Before the trimming, my stump was 3.4 inches. Afterwards, it was 2.3. I really loved the way it looked. It was just so cute. The clients loved it too. I was very popular for years and very popular with other boys. Nearly all of them wanted to fuck me or suck my tiny stump.

Three weeks after I was trimmed to 2.3 inches, Stan said, "The government has decided to experiment with allowing boys under 15 to use size-one vibrators. I can let one boy use one. I picked you because you are my most popular boy, by far." He pulled a very thin vibrator out of his desk. "Do you want to use this in videos?"

"Sure, but it's very small. Most of the dicks I've been fucked with are two or three times that size."

"I know it's tiny but maybe if you don't have any problems with it, they will let you use a bigger one."

Jacking with the vibrator and my little stump was fun. I just wished the vibrator was much bigger. After the first several times I used the vibrator, a doctor examined me. Four weeks later, they let all boys use a size-one vibrator and they let me use a size-two.

I hoped that after four weeks, they would let me use a size-three but they didn't. They did let all the boys use size-two vibrators.

I was so popular that Stan gave me a very expensive drug that would make me stay much younger looking than other boys. The drug would also make me live much longer. Stan said that the drug was nanites that would help my cells repair their telomeres. I would only age at about a fourth the normal rate.

By the end of the school year, most of the boys in my P.E. class had headless dicks. It had become a fad. Only two of us had more than just our dick-heads removed. The other boy had more removed because his dick was real long. Even after he had the head removed, when he got a boner, the end of his stump stuck out of his pants. He had enough removed so that it wouldn't stick out. His stump was still over six inches long.

One boy told me that he didn't really want to be trimmed but had it done to be like the other boys. Afterwards, he really liked it. Three boys said that their little brothers got trimmed the day after they turned 13.

Just after the start of my second year in college, I met a guy my age who was also named Peter. We dated for about two months. Then we moved in together. Everybody called us "The Peters." A few days after we started living together, we left our apartment and a guy said to Peter, "You should be ashamed of yourself, having sex with a boy that young."

Peter said, "He is over 13. It's legal for us to have sex."

"It may be legal but it's not right. You should date someone your own age." I was flabbergasted. Before I could say anything, the man entered his apartment and slammed the door.

I said, "Why didn't you tell him that I am two weeks older than you?"

"It's none of his business. Besides, if I told him, we'd have to explain about the nanites. If our neighbors knew about the nanites, they would be resentful that you would stay so much younger and live so much longer than they would."

We got married during the Summer break. We had a hard time getting married. The county clerk just wouldn't believe that I was 19 because I looked 14 or 15. It took weeks for us to get the license and get married.

Peter took me to a fancy restaurant on the day after my twenty-first birthday. I ordered a glass of wine. The waiter didn't believe that I was 21. I told him to scan my ID chip. After he scanned it, he said that he had to talk to the manager. A few minutes later, two policemen arrested me for having a fake ID chip. They almost arrested Peter too. It was 11:20 the next morning before we got things cleared up.

The Police gave me a letter saying that I was 21. I still couldn't buy alcohol. The restaurant manager said that he didn't want his customers to see someone who looks as young as me drink. If I wanted to drink, I had to have Peter buy the booze for me to drink at home. I didn't mind much. I found that I didn't really like to drink.

Because of my little stump and the drug, I could make porn until I was 32. I made so much money that I didn't have any debt when I graduated from college. I could buy Peter a dose of the anti aging nanites for his twenty-third birthday. I got a big discount because Peter was a teacher and his students did very well on their standardized tests. On average their reading grade level went up 2.1 years in the year he taught them.

Peter and I bought our first house when we were both 25. (It cost less than half as much as his nanites.) We had very comfortable and pleasant lives. Peter loved my little stump. I never regretted getting trimmed. I sometimes thought about having my stump trimmed a little more but I never did.

The end.

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