Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Penises

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Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Penises


The noise is almost deafening as the 50,000 fans cheer.  In one 
mass, they rise to their
feet waving their colored banners and swinging their arms.  I’m 
caught in the rush and
join in the chant, “Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark ...”

He walks across the field turning and waving.  He reaches the 
pitcher’s mound and
joins his teammates.  I watch as they’re patting him on the back 
and hugging him.  The
excitement is a spreading contagion.

They toss him into the air, flipping him up and catching him.  He 
appears weightless
amid the mass of uniforms.  The noise from the field and stands 
continues to grow as
the head coach saunters onto the field.

When he is noticed, the hero is placed back on his feet.  Coach 
stands before him. 
Silence is now.  A collective breath is held.  The coach spits to 
the right never breaking
eye contact with his friend.  As their grins widen, they embrace 
and the cheers and
screams well up and threaten to explode the sky from around the 
earth.

I feel proud and thrilled to be here witnessing this fantastic 
moment.  The cameras move
the images from the field up to the giant screens surrounding the 
top of the stadium.  I
watch the closest screen as it magnifies for me the activity below.

His teammates step back to allow him room.  He steps to the 
microphone.  His mentor’s
arm lies across his shoulders.  I can see the tears gliding down 
his cheeks.  “This is
what I’ve worked for my entire life.  Son, this is for you.”  The 
giant screens display a
young replica of a great man, grinning from ear to ear and waving 
at his daddy.

As 50,000 fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, nephews, grandfathers, 
and best friends look
on, his friends strip him.  He waves to the crowd as he now stands 
naked before the
world.  His penis erects, and I see all eight inches larger than 
life on the giant screens.

Coach slides the penectomizer over the engorged cock.  A few of his 
teammates move
behind him to steady him.  The crowd chants, and I join 
in, “Five ... Four ... Three ...” 
The noise disappears and I stare at the giant screen.  Time has 
stopped around me.  I
watch him fall back into the arms of his friends.  His coach has 
moved the black cylinder
away from Mark’s groin.  He raises the cylinder in the air with his 
right hand.  The
swollen penis falls out and coach catches it with his left.  He 
grips it and lifts it into the
air.

The screams and cheers bring me back to the moment as they rise to 
a deafening level. 
The crowd has gone wild and stormed the field.  I’m jumping and 
hollering and shouting
with the rest of them.  The clothes start coming off.  All around 
me everyone is stripping
and shirts and jeans and shorts go flying by my face.  I turn to my 
buddy.  As we make
eye contact, he shrugs, and his head disappears as his T-shirt is 
lifted over his head. 
My whole group is stripping.  I pull my shirt off.

We’re jumping and screaming and slapping at one another.  In the 
frenzy, I see my
friends’ balls bouncing around.  But, they don’t have dicks.  Their 
balls are jumping out
and swinging freely.  My older brother says, “You haven’t had that 
thing cut off yet?” 
The whole group looks at my dick.  I look at their low-hanging, 
swollen balls.  Someone
says, “Sean hasn’t either.”  We all look at Sean’s dick.

The hooting and cries of victory begin anew as we all run and jump 
our way down the
steps toward the exit.  I begin counting the dicks around me.  
There aren’t many.  I’m
just not ready.  I don’t want to do it.  I don’t understand why it 
has to be done, why they
want it done to them.  I don’t let my fear show.

I slap my best friend on the back and push him on.  The crowd is 
dividing, mostly to the
right.  I stay with my buddies.  I hear, “Get your penectomies 
here!  Right over here. 
Penectomies!  Penectomies.”  My heart races.  My brother 
says, “Hey, bro.  Now’s your
chance.  Go get in line, man.  We’ll wait here and watch.”

Panic surges through me.  Oh my God, I think.  I don’t want to do 
this.  I want to keep
my dick.  “Come on, man.  Let’s get in line,” Sean says.  My 
friends push me forward.

I stand behind Sean.  He’s trying to look over the heads of the men 
in front of him.  “This
is great,” he says to me.  “There’s only about ten guys in front 
and the line’s moving
quickly.”  He looks back at our group and releases a tribal war 
yell as he jumps up and
down and waves his arms around.

We’re moving forward too quickly.  I can’t think.  I don’t want my 
cock cut off.  I look
back.  My brother is talking to Jim.  They’re excited.  Their 
discussion is animated.  I
look at their dickless crotches.  Their balls hang there freely.  A 
young man steps in line
behind me.  He’s holding his son’s hand.  I look down.  His hard-on 
curves upward.

“I’m next, dude,” Sean pokes me, giggling.  I face forward.  “Get 
your penectomies here!
Penectomies!  Penectomies,” the man continues to boom.

Two, beefy, nude, dickless guys stand on either side of Sean.  I 
see Sean’s dick hard for
the only time.  He slides it into the penectomizer.  My time is 
next.  I don’t want to do
this.  My cock stiffens.  Sean falls back into the arms of his two, 
beefy saviors.  They
stand him up.  His dick falls out of the cylinder and lands on top 
the others.  “Damn,
dude,” Sean says.  He walks back to our friends away from his dick.

I’m gonna run.  It’s not time for me to do this.  The penectomizer 
begins swallowing my
hard cock.  I’m gonna pull out.  I don’t have to do this now.  I 
can jerk off at home tonight
then get penectomized at the mall tomorrow.  I feel myself falling, 
then caught by warm,
moist, hard flesh.  As I’m stood up, I watch my hard cock land atop 
the others, snuggled
next to Sean’s.

My balls bounce freely as I rejoin my friends.  They all pat me on 
the back and
congratulate me.  I’m all smiles.  My brother says, “Aren’t you 
glad, man, you got rid of
that?”  I say, “I sure am, Bboy.  I sure am!”