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Tony I first met Tony at a party. I came into the room and there standing by the beer cooler was this olive skinned Adonis in a very revealing tank shirt. I stood across the room and studied him for a few moments before I even trusted myself to get close. He was standing in the way of the cooler, so I had to ask him to move. When I spoke, he steeped aside and allowed me passage and then smiled and introduced him self. I stood there talking to him for what seemed like hour, he telling me about lifting and competition and the rigors of training. I had no idea how much work went into looking like that. Our conversation slowly drifted into other subjects and I found that I was quite captivated by him. Not only was he handsome and built so well, but there was a brain too. We moved off and visited with others as the evening wore on, but when we passed each other we both spoke. As the party was drawing to a close, he said that he would love for us to get together again soon. We exchanged phone numbers and away I went. I was not sure if he was gay or not cause the party had been a mixed crowd, but he filled up a fantasy for that night anyway. The days passed, and I almost forgot about Tony, when one Friday evening, the phone rang. He identified himself and asked if I was free that evening. I said yes and agreed to pick him up to go for a few beers at a bar nearby. We arrived at the bar and discovered that the a/c was not working. It was like being in an oven. We had a few beers and then Tony said we got to get out of here. I agreed and we headed for the door. We were both soaked from sweat. As we got to the car, I asked where he wanted to go, and he shrugged, I suggested that I had cold beer and the pool at home, and we could go there. He agreed and I pointed the car for home. We were about halfway there when he said, I dont have anything to swim in . I told him that the pool was so sheltered that nude was the way I always swim. He got quiet for a while and then said, I guess I have something to tell you then. I have been using steroids since I was fifteen, and at seventeen, they cut off my balls, cause they were rotted from the steroids and he took a deep breath. I said so, what difference would that make, and besides I am castrated too. He turned to face me in the seat and said really? I shook my head yeas and he said, I never met anyone that wasnt a lifter that was castrated. I went on to explain that many are and he calmed visibly. We got to the house and I asked him in while we got towels and some beer to take poolside. He was even sexier than I remembered. We strolled down to the pool and sat on the chaises. I started to strip off my wet Tee shirt, and slipped out of my shoes. He followed suit and soon he was standing there before me totally naked. He was shaved all over as I had suspected.. I dropped my pants and let him see that I too was completely shaved. I went to the pool and dove in, followed by a splash as Tony did too. We did some laps and a few more dives and then settled down on the steps in the shallow end. I found that I could hardly take my eyes off him, his physique was incredible. And at the point where his thick thighs came together, there was a very sizeable cock. I stepped over and grabbed us both a beer and came back to the pool and stood right in front of him. He was studying my crotch very intently. I finally knew the answer about his sexuality. I slid back into the water and stood very close to him as we sipped our beers. He didnt even attempt to widen the space between us. He finally looked me in the eye and said, can I feel the spot between your legs? I never touched anyone there that is ball less but me. I agreed and he gently slid his hand between my thighs and slowly worked his way upward. It was like lightning striking, the shocks that went through me. And my cock began to rise very quickly. He smiled and said, you must like that and let out a low and sexy giggle. I didnt ask, but just slid my hand into the same spot and was very surprised to find that he was already very hard. We slowly walked out of the pool and then stood there on the terrace and kissed. I almost came from the excitement of holding him. We walked into the house and to the bedroom where I was to spend the most delicious evening I had had in a long time. His chest was a playground with firm small nipples that were as responsive as little cocks. Each time my tongue touched them he rose from the mattress and let out a glorious moan. His cock, cut and thick and nearly 7 inches was hard as a rock and when I took it in my mouth he just melted into the bed. I slid down the shaft and found the spot where his balls had once been, and licked it and caressed it with my lips and he nearly went wild. He admitted that he had not had anyone do that since losing his balls, and he now knew what he had been missing. Our lovemaking went on for hours and when we both finally came, we nearly passed out. I lay there in his arms as we drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the morning it was because Tony was massaging my cock. I returned the favor and we were soon fully engaged in a repeat of the previous night. So began a quiet and very relaxed relationship between us and we were not in love, but surely took care of the needs of the other regularly. I sometimes would travel with Tony as his dresser for competitions, I was flabbergasted at how many of the big body builders were nut less. And they were very amused to learn that he had found a slim guy that was too. I was getting ready to go out when Tony came screaming into my drive one night to ask my help. He had been shaving for a competition and cut himself. I kept telling him the straight razor was a mistake, but he liked the clean cut it gave. He came in and pulled down his shorts to reveal a large gash about an inch and a half from the base of his cock. He had slipped in the shower and cut himself badly. I told him he needed to go to the emergency room, but he refused. He was due to leave in an hour for the meet. I did my best to bandage him up and gave him strong orders to keep the bandage clean and get to the doctor and have it checked soon as he got back. He agreed and went on his way to the meet. By the time he got home on Sunday, his cock was swollen and red and still bleeding slightly. I was aghast that he had not seen a doctor at the meet. He stayed with me and I re-bandaged it and got him comfortable for the night, and made sure he could get to the doctors first thing Monday. The doctor was appalled that he had not gotten stitches and said that it could not be done now. He started Tony on heavy antibiotics and instructed us both in the care of the wound. I had him come and stay with me, to be sure he did as he was told. And although it was killing him he did not work out for that whole week. The wound was starting to heal slowly, when he bumped it on the bathroom sink, and started the bleeding all over again. I worked with him through that weekend and would have stayed by his side, but I had a business conference that was out of town, that I could not miss. He took me to the airport on Monday and then went right to the doctors. I tried not to worry about him, and was only able to find a few minutes in the evenings to talk to him, but by Tuesday evening he said that it was really starting to heal now. I was looking forward to seeing him ready and able again, and could not wait to get home. My flight was late so I didnt have him pick me up, even though he had been staying at my house. I unlocked the door and there he sat in the kitchen waiting for me. I hugged him and asked how the wound was? He smiled and sat me down. He said you remember that I told you I couldnt feel it when you were holding it to put the bandages on? Well I asked the doctor if that would get better, and he said probably not. So since the wound was not really healing right and I couldnt feel it anyway, I had him cut it off on Monday after I dropped you off. I jumped out of the chair and said WHAT? He just stood there impassive, and slowly pulled his shorts off. Where once there had been a four and a half- inch soft thick penis there was now a smooth ended stump less that one and a half inches. I just stared. He said dont be mad, I really think I like it better. Besides I really am a bottom anyway. I took him in my arms and held him close for a moment and then pushed him back to take a second look. In truth, I was looking at his stump of a cock and getting very hard. He was not healed enough to use it, but he gave me incredible head and released the whole weeks worth at once. I nearly passed out in the bed. Over the next six weeks as he healed he stayed with me and took care of all my sexual needs while never getting any relief himself. And on the day when he was ready to give it a try, I was so hot to try it that I would have let him cut my cock off, just to put his stump into my mouth. When he got hard it was about 3 inches long and still thick if not thicker than before, and when I ran my tongue over the end he was in ecstasy. It didnt take long for that first orgasm, or for the second. I decided that I might just grow to like this. Tony lay back on the pillows breathing deeply and looked me in the eye. He said, If I had known it would feel that good I would have cut it off long ago. Our sexual relationship increased and I even stopped seeing guys with whole cocks for a while. I would probably still be with him but that he met another builder who had been cut and stumped too. Theirs is a match made in heaven. We are still all friends and when I see the two of them naked in my pool, I want so much to be doing them. Perhaps one day I will get up the nerve to make the cut and join my friends in the stumped world. But for now I dream of them often and stroke myself deep at the base to prepare for the big day. |