Custom Dildos

I figured I'd just walk around the block. I headed down the street and noticed an alley I hadn't seen before. I could see Fourth all the way through it, so thanked my luck and headed down it.

Just off the street was a glass window with all manner of sex toys inside it an a neon sign proclaiming "Custom Dildos While U Wait." That sounded sort of intriguing, and as it happened I had been idly thinking about getting a new one - the one I had was just, well...I was too used to it.

I had plenty of time before I had to be anywhere, so stepped inside. The custom stuff was in the back, and I stood in front of the case admiring them - they were amazing! They looked like real erect cocks, some with balls and some without, in all sizes and realistic colors, with plastic bases. The smaller ones had handles on the bases, and some had hollowed out holes, I guess for a guy to put his real dick in. Maybe it made the smaller guys feel better...nothing I'd ever have to worry about, though.

A voice behind me asked, "Can I help you with anything?"

I stood up with a start. "Sorry, dude, you kinda startled me," I apologized, turning around.

The guy working there was a hottie, no doubt. He wore a tight black sheer shirt that would have looked more appropriate in a dance club, but it showed off his nice six-pack and pecs. He also had on some of those black skintight vinyl shorts - they showed his smooth legs off nicely, but I was disappointed to note his package didn't seem to prominent.

"Nice, huh?" he smiled. It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the dildos.

"Uh, right, yeah man, they're amazing! I've never seen ones so realistic."

"Are you interested in one? We also make them custom to order."

"Yeah, actually. Mine just doesn't do it for me anymore."

He walked around behind the counter. "All of these are for sale, if you're interested in one of these, or we can make one here in the store while you wait."

"How much are they?"

"Depends on the options and such. They're all easily affordable, though, much cheaper than the premade stuff, and I guarantee they feel just like the real thing."

"Are they casts or something? They just look so real."

"We make them from life. Here, I'll show you the one I made of mine..." he bent down under the counter. I wasn't expecting to be impressed considering how flat the shorts made him look, but the thing he pulled out was very decent - a good seven inches long, a little thin but still workable, with smallish balls beneath. He handed it to me.

I looked it over, admiring every vein and wrinkle. The balls had a little play in them but mostly just stuck out rigidly from the dildo. They made a good handle. "Wow," I muttered.

"Yeah, I think I'll go for it," I told the guy. "How much to get one of mine?"

"It depends on size and options. Do you want the testicles too or just the cock?"

"Hmm. Umm...just the cock, I think."

"Handle on the end?"

"Nah, shouldn't need it."

"Hollow? That way other guys can wear it as a strap-on. I'll tell ya, getting fucked by your own dick is pretty crazy."

That did sound hot..."Yeah, that sounds good."

"It actually makes it cheaper, too." He rummaged around for something behind the counter. "Do you shave?"

I keep my entire body clean shaven - makes the muscles show better, and as the competition season was just gearing up it was best to start early to get the skin used to being shaved often. "Yah, I'm smooth all the way down."

He smiled. "Good, that'll speed things up some. Come on around back, we'll get started."

I followed him through a swinging door to the back of the store. "Take your clothes off, please, but leave your socks on." he asked me. I stripped quickly, and was nude but for my socks by the time he got back with a bottle of creme.

"The process requires that you stay erect for a few minutes, and the harder you are the better. This stuff guarantees that you'll be as hard as possible for a good while," he explained as he massaged the creme into my genitals. True to his word, my already half-hard cock shot out to full erection - bigger even that I'd seen it in some time. I needed to get some of that stuff, I thought to myself, but the bottle was unlabelled.

"Wow," the guy exclaimed. "That's the biggest one I've seen in awhile."

"Thanks," I gushed, glowing.

He brought out a measuring tape and measured along the top of my dick to the end. "Eleven point two inches..." he muttered, bringing out a calculator and punching some numbers in. "Okay...hollow, no handle, just the cock..." he punched in some more numbers. "It'll come out to...eighty two bucks even. We do need you to pay in advance; otherwise we can get screwed on the materials."

"Oh, okay, that's cool..." I picked up my pants and fished out my wallet. I had the cash...guess I'd have to get my other stuff with plastic. No big deal. I paid the guy and he ran up front to put it in the register.

Once he was back he had me stand at attention with my legs spread while he unrolled what felt like a really thick transparent condom over my whole cock. It had a little room to spare, which he trimmed off with a pair of scissors. I really wanted to jack off... Next he took out a spray bottle of some fixative and sprayed it all over my dick. The stuff evaporated off almost immediately, and burned just a little where it touched my unprotected skin. He had me stand in front of a fan for a minute or so, then led me over to the other side of the room.

"Okay. I need to you put your penis through this hole," he indicated a hole big enough for my arm on the side of a small white box on a table. I did it. "Now I'm going to tighten it up a bit..." he cranked a handle and the hole shrank until it was just a little bigger than my dick. "Now thrust into it as far as you can and hold your position." I did. I couldn't feel anything inside the box. He kept cranking the handle, tightening the hole. "This may get a little uncomfortable," he warned me. I nodded, and he continued cranking. The hole was closing around my cock and it was a little uncomfortable but not really painful or anything.

My dick was actually a little numb; I guess from the rubber, the hard on, the pressure...the hole in the box was acting like a cockring, and I could feel my dick throbbing inside the box. "You'll feel some heat now," the guy warned me. "You might want to hold onto the side of the table, but it won't last long."

"Okay," I acknowledged, and grabbed the side of the table. The guy pressed a red button on the side of the box, and then...

There was a sudden rush of heat in my groin and I got a massive headrush. The box wasn't holding onto my anymore and my knees buckled, but the guy got behind me and caught me before I really fell.

He supported me for a few seconds while I caught my balance and my head cleared. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah..." I muttered. He had me sit in a chair while he finished up the dildo. I just held my head in my hands. My cock was still numb, or so I thought anyway. When I felt better, I opened my eyes and looked down at my groin, only to nearly faint again. My dick was gone!

My balls were there hanging down low between my legs, but my cock, my beautiful, huge cock, was gone, replaced by a pale flesh-colored circle of plastic with a hole in the middle! "Aaaah!" I exclaimed.

The guy looked over at me. "You okay?" he asked.

"My dick! Where...where did it go?" I asked, nearly crying.

"Right here," he said, holding up my cock...rock hard, just like it was still attached.

Suddenly it was all clear - the realness of the dildos, how he said they were made "from life," why his package was so small when the dildo made from him wasn't...all of it.

He left me alone in the back to dress while he went up front to put my dick in a box and bag it up for me. It didn't take me long - I wanted out of there as fast as I could. My mind was a rush of feelings and confusion, so much that I didn't even run my original errand; just climbed back in my truck and headed home.

Once I got there I took all my clothes off and stood in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I stood in silence for awhile, my brain just shut off. All I could do was look at the spot where my dick had been. My scrotum looked...alien, somehow foreign without my cock hanging down in front of it. What the hell was I supposed to do without a dick?

But, I did have a dick. My dick, no less. I sat on the john and pulled it out of the box, holding onto it with one hand, the other touching the spot where it had been. It was beautiful, all the more so now that it was no longer attached to me. Big as it had ever been, every vein perfectly preserved, every little bit of texture perfectly preserved on the big pink flared head. It looked real and almost felt it; it just lacked the warmth and sponginess that it had had only an hour earlier.

Looking at it, erect and gorgeous, turned me on sure as if it were still on me. My groin grew tight, my nipples hard. I wanted to jack off...no, just to get off, and, well, here it was. The interesting and new dildo I'd wanted, now in my hand.

I walked to my bedroom and squeezed the lube out into my hand, replacing the tube next to my now plain-looking old black rubber dildo, and coated my cock in it. Up on the bed on all fours, and gently pressing it to my ass, moving it around slowly. I relished the feeling of my balls hanging down swinging with the motion of my hips, the tightness of my hard tits, the feel of my cock - my cock, in my own hand - pressing up against my ass.

In it went, slowly, only about an inch, then back out a bit. Jesus, it was thick...now I know why every guy I'd topped was a moaner. Slowly back in, an inch further, then out. I was starting to sweat from the exertion of holding myself in this position. In again, twice as far this time, nearing my prostate. I could feel every bit of it going in, out, in again, and this time as far as I could go, pressing it up against my button and holding it, moving it around slowly.

I pushed myself up on my feet, squatting on the bed in a precarious balancing act, tweaking my nipples with one hand and playing with my balls as I braced my cock on the bed and swayed my hips in a narrow circle. A good five inches of it were still outside me. "Fuck," I moaned, groaning in ecstasy.

Up and down on the bed now, fucking myself with my own cock, twisting my nipples, slapping my balls, and then a loud groan and a long white string of white shot from the little hole above my nuts.

I fell forward onto the bed, the smell of my spunk heavy in my nostrils, cock still up my ass, chest heaving, heart pounding. After a minute or two I pulled my newest and oldest favorite toy out of me and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

I was still glowing when I got out of the shower. I leaned over the sink and stared again at my groin. My balls had pulled up tight now from the relative coolness of the bathroom as compared to the water, and while they still looked weird without their lifetime companion, it was a good sort of weird. Hell, for twenty-eight years I'd kept my dick in (and well, out) of my pants and never knew what I was missing.

The next Friday J.P. called me up and wanted to go out clubbing. I put on my usual extra-tight open-necked shirt and this new pair of leather pants I'd bought, this time checking out my lack of package. There was still a lump where my balls sat but nothing like the perfectly outlined sausage I'd seen when I'd first tried them on.

J.P. showed up at the door and noticed immediately. "Is it cold in here?" he asked, his eyes squarely fixed on my crotch.

I smirked. "Nope," I answered with an intentionally cryptic smile.

"Those pants seem to hide your best asset, then," he commented.

"What, this?" I held up my cock.

He cocked his head in a quizzical expression. "What, you get a cast made?"

"Not exactly."

It wasn't long before J.P. had his hard cock shoved in the hollow inside of mine. "Fits snug," he smiled. "Now flip over."

We never did make it out that night.