Two Sides to Every Story (part 4)

The continuing story of a Boy, his penis, and his sister. 

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Two Sides to Every Story (part 4)

The continuing story of Tom, Monica and Tom's penis.


Tom

I watched Monica run out of the room clutching her clothes to her 
chest. Seeing my sister’s pussy flesh had affected me in a really 
weird way. I was still breathing hard and feeling a little sick 
from the orgasm she had brought me to. Monica dropped a sock as she 
ran down the hall and didn’t even stop to pick it back up. She must 
be excited to leave laundry on the floor like that. I knew what she 
was going to do and thought she was a hypocrite for telling me that 
I couldn’t do the same. 

I quickly realized the difference between us was that she was 
always discreet. I mean- I knew that she was masturbating right 
now, but I had never seen her or heard her doing it before this 
whole situation started. I, on the other hand, had been caught at 
school jerking off in the bathroom. Not once, not twice, but 
several times. Probably the incident that put me over the top was 
the time that I snuck into the girl’s room and left a cup of sperm 
on the sink. It wasn’t just mine- but I got in trouble along with 
all the other boys who had contributed. Oddly though, the girl who 
had turned us in hadn’t been able to produce the cup…

How could I be so stupid? I suddenly wished that I had been smarter 
about it- or at least not gotten caught. Perhaps it wasn’t too 
late, but I thought that Monica had probably made up her mind by 
now.

I stood up from where I had been kneeling on the floor. I had 
kneeled so I could get a closer and better look at Monica’s pussy 
when she had spread her legs. I had left quite a mess that I 
cleaned up with my shirt before I stood up. 

One myth is that guys smoke a cigarette after good sex. Another 
myth is that guys roll over and go right to sleep. I am here to say 
that the truth is that a guy has to piss like a racehorse after 
good sex. 

Not wanting to disturb Monica I crept down the hallway as quietly 
as I possibly could. I could hear Monica’s bed springs creaking as 
I passed her bedroom door. Hearing this noise was certainly a first 
and I was tempted to watch through my usual keyhole view, but was 
forced to answer the call of nature first. 

I drew lines of bubbles in the loo as I emptied my bladder. Finally 
the stream petered out to dribbles as my bladder emptied. I 
squeezed the last few drops out of my dick and flipped them off of 
the tip before pulling up my boxers. Walking out of the bathroom, I 
started toward my room but froze when a small moan came from the 
direction of Monica. 

A moment later I was kneeling at her door peering thorough her 
keyhole.  Was it so unfair? I mean, she had watched me masturbate 
several times during the last few days. Wasn’t it fair that I watch 
her at least once? 

Monica was stretched out on her back on her bed. She was obviously 
masturbating. Her finger was making small circles in that spot 
between her legs. She reached down and dipped her finger in her 
moisture and began to focus her attention on that spot with 
increasing enthusiasm. A few moments later Monica was thrashing 
about on her bed to the music of bedsprings and her gasping. 

I hoped that Monica would leave me enough of my penis to have sex 
with. I had never had sex before, but had come close with my 
girlfriend Jessica in the movie theatre. She had let me finger her 
while she felt my dick. She hadn’t let me see anything or pull her 
pants off, but I remember the feel of her warmth in my hand. For a 
week I dreamed every night of going the rest of the way with her. I 
still thought she might let me get to home base... Someday... If 
Monica didn’t cut me.

As I walked back to my bedroom to try to sleep, however impossible 
after what I just witnessed, I thought that Monica would probably 
cut me.  It will probably happen tomorrow.





Monica

I woke up with the sunlight shining in my eyes. Full awareness came 
when I realized that this was the day I would circumcise Tom, or 
that other thing.

The best thing would probably be to do it first thing this morning. 
I knew Tom expected me to do it today and didn’t want him to get 
really anxious about it. On second thought, I probably should have 
done it last night after his orgasm. I decided to perform the cut 
in my room to take advantage of the bright morning light coming in 
my window. It was the brightest room in the house and I figured 
that would be a good thing for what I had to do.

I got the circumcision kit out of the back of my wardrobe and 
sorted through the tools until I had separated the ones I would 
need for Tom’s cut. I covered the kit with a towel and spread 
another on the bed. 

I looked around and decided that I had prepared my room the best I 
could for what I had to do. Mainly, I made sure that I had done 
away with any evidence of what I had done last night. I went to get 
Tom before he woke up and ate something. The book was very clear 
that the boy would need to refrain from eating for at least twelve 
hours prior to the cut.

I knocked on Tom’s door and waited for a moment before I reached 
out and turned the doorknob. I pushed the door slowly open so I 
wouldn’t startle Tom. I half expected to catch him masturbating. 
The hinges creaked and a wedge of light slowly crept across the 
floor as I opened the door. I gently called out, “Tom” and again a 
little louder, “Tom!” I was surprised when he didn’t answer. I 
expected just about anything but the nothing that I got. 

A quick look at Tom’s bed confirmed what I was dreading most. Tom 
was gone. I somehow just knew that he had run off. I guess I should 
have expected that too. 

I never even thought about calling the police. Tom was my 
responsibility and it was up to me to find him. I grabbed my car 
keys and jumped into the car; intent on finding my little brother. 

Tom 

I watched another truck go by from my hiding spot in the tall grass 
on the side of the road. I wasn’t sure quite where I was going- 
just that I was getting as far from Monica’s ‘help’ as I could get. 
I got up and started walking again. I guessed that I had been 
walking for about four hours now.

The more I had lain in bed last night, the more I was confused 
about the difference between Monica and me. I mean- were the two of 
us so different? I was a man and she was a woman and our bodies 
drove us to masturbate. It was a natural thing wasn’t it?

I wanted to talk to her seriously about my problem, but I wasn’t 
sure that I trusted her anymore. I knew that I didn’t trust the 
hygiene coordinator at school. I didn’t know whom to turn to 
anymore because everybody I knew wanted to cut something off of me 
before they started to listen. 

I had been moping along the side of the road in such self-
absorption that I never heard the car come up behind me. To my 
great surprise, Monica drove slowly past me and stopped about fifty 
meters down the road from where I stood. She pulled off of the road 
and stopped the car in the grass. I expected her to get out and 
start yelling at me, but was surprised when she just sat there. 

What should I do? I want to have sex with Jessica, or any other 
girl for that matter. I want to have kids. Because of the hygiene 
coordinator, Monica evidently doesn’t want either of those two 
things to happen. I decided there and then that I hated that woman. 
Where did she get off causing boys to lose any hope of pleasure? 
Maybe that evil woman was too dried up to understand. 

Monica

I can see Tom’s hesitation in the mirror as I sat on the side of 
the road. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I wanted to 
help Tom solve his problem but I couldn’t without his help. I’m 
sure he believes I’m going to cut him here and now. 

I can see Tom hesitate between walking toward me and running away. 
These are steps he has to take himself. I can’t help him unless he 
chooses to come with me now.

There! A step toward the car, and another.

A great sense of relief washes over me as Tom walks up to the 
passenger side and gets in. He didn’t say a word and stared 
straight ahead, but he was here by his own decision. I couldn’t ask 
more than that.

Tom and I didn’t speak to each other the whole way home. I hoped 
that this wasn’t what our relationship would be like from now on. I 
resolved that I would do something special for him as soon as he 
was healed. 

I steered the car around the last corner onto our street. Tom’s 
friend, David, was playing basketball in his driveway next door to 
where we live. He waved at us as I drive past, pulling into our 
driveway. 

This is it. I can’t put it off any more and make the first 
move. “Tom, have you had anything to eat today?” I asked, eager to 
follow every instruction in the book.

“No.” Tom quietly replied. He sat still a moment before he got out 
of the car and walked toward the front door. I switched the car off 
and followed Tom inside, closing the front door carefully behind 
me. Tom was already in the bathroom without me having to ask him to 
go, and I could hear the sound of his urine falling into the water 
of the toilet.

Since the morning light had eased into early afternoon, I grabbed 
the circumcision kit from my bedroom and moved it out to the living 
room where the bright floor lamp was. Just as I set the kit down in 
the living room I heard the sound of the toilet flushing. I was 
standing in the foyer when Tom came out of the bathroom.

Tom

 I knew it was time from the look in her eyes. But still, the blood 
drained from my face when Monica told me to come into the living 
room. She made it sound like I should be getting ready to come to 
supper- but I knew better. I was in for the chop- and soon.

I could hear the sound of a ball bouncing on concrete next door. 
Oh, how I would rather be playing basketball with David next door. 
I realized that I was so far outside my young experience that I had 
no idea what to do. How is a boy supposed to act at his own 
castration? Oh well, maybe I could still talk Monica out of cutting 
me?

Monica

Finally. Tom is coming out of the bathroom.  He is looking down at 
the floor and I can tell that he is unhappy. I feel so sorry for 
him- but take comfort again in knowing that I am about to do what 
he needs me to do. Tom walked up to me and stood looking at the 
floor. Totally resigned now. No defiance left.
Impulsively, I hugged Tom and was surprised when he briefly 
clutched me in return. He quickly let go though and stood waiting 
on me to instruct him. I realized that I was so far outside my 
young experience that I had no idea what to do. How are you 
supposed to castrate a young boy who just happens to be your 
brother? 

I lead Tom into the living room where I had decided that the couch 
under the pole lamp would be the best place to do the surgery. 
Ironically it was the same place I had lain the night before while 
Tom masturbated and would end up to be the place where he lost his 
manhood. 
I told Tom to undress while I prepared the kit for it's one and 
only use. Now I was glad I had spent a little extra on a kit that 
so explicitly instructed it’s user in the proper operation of the 
devices inside.

Tom reluctantly skimmed off his t-shirt and slowly began to undo 
the fastener of his jeans while he stepped on the heel of his 
shoes. He was down to his boxers almost immediately and looked up 
at me briefly before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his 
underwear and pushing them down past his hips and knees; letting 
them fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

Tom

Well there was no going back now. I was naked for the last time as 
a man. I knew my sister would cut off my dick and I figured that 
she would probably castrate me too. I'm sure the hygiene 
coordinator at school had made Monica promise to take it all off. I 
could still feel the cold stare of that evil woman while she 
examined my naked penis and balls a few days before. She had 
ordered me to strip in front of her and then violently manipulated 
me. She seemed disappointed that she had to work so hard to get me 
hard in her grasp. Frankly, I was so disgusted by her that I had to 
block out where I was, and who was touching me, just to get hard. 
The only reason I did it was because she seemed to expect me to 
have an erection. Now I wish I hadn’t done it for her. I remembered 
the feel of her cold hands as she retracted my foreskin and felt a 
shiver down my spine- or perhaps it was the chill in the air as I 
waited for Monica to tell me what to do next.

Monica was pretending to busy herself with the tools she had been 
looking at the night before. I could see the tool with the black 
ring already stretched on the stretcher. The sight of that 
confirmed for me that Monica was going to cut my balls off. I 
didn't recognize any of the other tools she was pulling out of the 
box and arranging on the floor. I knew that each was for a specific 
task, but was sure that each would have a specific pain.

Monica looked up for a moment and asked me to lie down on the 
couch. I didn't know what else to do now. It seemed like I was on 
an express train to my doom. Whatever else there was to do, I 
didn’t do it. I just meekly laid down and let my knees fall apart 
exposing my penis and testicles to Monica. 

Monica

 I could see Tom laying on the couch- his balls loose and hanging 
exposed between his legs. I could see his penis laying protectively 
on top of his scrotum. I couldn't see the tip of his penis- but 
could imagine it pink and moist there in it's dark warm protective 
covering. A moment more and in my minds eye I could see his semen 
squirting from the very tip of his organ during his orgasm the 
night before. It was a beautiful memory of a beautiful sight. 

But I mustn't think about that. I had to help my brother now.

I knew that I had to at least circumcise Tom but didn't believe 
that a circumcision would be enough to cure him of his problem. I 
had determined the night before to cut his penis off. I didn't 
think that I had made that decision as a matter of lust although I 
was forced to admit that the thought of doing anything to Tom's 
genitals made me horny. Just at the thought of Tom’s genitals I was 
already feeling the beginnings of warmth in my crotch. 
Should I take his balls off as well? They were so cute hanging 
there in their sack. I mean- for a penis and testicles belonging to 
my brother and all. Would having the source of his hormones intact 
be too much for him to handle? Would leaving his balls intact be a 
kindness or a sentence? I wanted Tom to be able to father children 
some day, but wasn’t sure how he would do that without a penis. I 
knew that he would never be able to come to orgasm. Maybe a doctor 
could extract sperm with a needle. The thought of THAT made my 
stomach feel queasy. I guess we’ll cross that bridge after Tom gets 
married.  

I had decided not to cut his balls off as I watched them in their 
sack. It was their fault that Tom was a masturbator, but it would 
hurt him dreadfully if I cut them off. I didn't want to damage him 
any more than I had to. I put the tools for chopping balls, 
strangling balls, and crushing testicle cords back into the box- 
relieved to get them out of sight. Tom sighed as he realized that I 
wouldn't be castrating him today. Oddly, I couldn't decide if he 
was happy or sad about that. 

I told him that he could masturbate himself one last time before 
the procedure if he wanted to. He seemed reluctant to touch himself 
though. Seeing his hesitation I offered to help. I wanted to bring 
him to orgasm quickly- rather than waiting for him to finish at his 
own pace. My steadfast belief that I was helping him wasn't so 
steadfast now that I could see his adorable pink penis head peeking 
past the edge of his foreskin. 

Tom accepted my offer of help leaning back against the pillows as I 
grasped his penis working the foreskin up and down. I could feel 
his precum as it began to leak from the head of his penis. I copied 
his technique from the night before as closely as I could, peeling 
his foreskin back from the head along his shaft. 

It was my first time masturbating a boy. I could easily see what 
was effective by watching Tom's stomach as I worked his dick. It 
was funny watching his stomach muscles jump and tense as I teased 
his penis. I experimented with rubbing the eye of his dick, and 
smiled when I saw his stomach tense and heard him gasp as I rubbed 
the sensitive spot under the head. I feathered a touch on the shaft 
and noticed that this action tended not to excite him as much so I 
concentrated on the ridge around his glans bringing him quickly 
toward orgasm. I dipped a finger in the puddle of precum that had 
accumulated on Tom’s stomach, spreading it evenly over the glans. 
This warm lubrication seemed to light a fire in Tom’s loins and 
within seconds he was gasping and lurching in the throes of orgasm. 

Tom

Again, Monica had a firm grip on my hard penis. She was turning it 
this way and that, occasionally touching a sensitive spot, but more 
often just manipulating it. I could feel my sperm rising as she 
focused more of her efforts on the sensitive spots around the head. 
My precum was flowing now and Monica dipped her finger in a puddle 
of the stuff on my stomach, spreading it evenly around the head of 
my penis. This warm liquid seemed to light a fire on the end of my 
dick and in my stomach. My orgasm started slowly but persisted for 
a long time as I squirted my sperm over my chest and stomach, 
finally ending by oozing over Monica's hand and dripping in my 
sparse pubic hair. I realized then I think that this would be the 
last time, and couldn't believe that I would never feel such 
pleasure again.  

Monica

 “Ok Tom. I don't think I'm going to castrate you today”. I wiped 
the spent sperm from his chest and stomach as I spoke. “Like I said 
the other day it wouldn't be fair to you since you might want kids 
some day. I think we need to remove your penis though since you 
masturbate by rubbing on the shaft of your penis. The instruction 
book isn't very clear on whether you will still be able to pee 
standing up. I hope you still can after you heal up. I'm going to 
circumcise you first so I can see what I'm doing when I remove your 
penis”.

Tom was going pale again and I could see the beginning of tears in 
the corner of his eyes. I think it struck us both then how serious 
this was. I almost relented, or offered to take him to a clinic. I 
really couldn't afford it though having just paid for this kit 
spread at my knees. 

I unfolded the handy spacing guide that the kit had provided. Each 
was a template made of thin stretch rubber that indicated where to 
inject anesthetic, where to apply crimpers, and where to cut for 
the various surgeries covered by this kit. Each guide had a scale 
indicated on the side. You were supposed to be able to tell you had 
the right penis template if the length of the penis matched the 
length indicated on the side of the template. There was a scale for 
an erect penis and another one for a limp one. I found the template 
that most closely matched the length of Tom's boy penis. It was 
still the second to largest one provided for boys in the kit, at 
which I felt a little rush of pride. Tom was turning into such a 
little man! I'm sure the templates also served to hide the object 
of the surgery from the surgeon- thereby making it easier for the 
cut.  

Taking Tom's semi stiff penis in hand I manipulated him to erection 
as the instruction book recommended. I stretched the circumcision 
template over it, pushing it down to the base. I slowly unrolled it 
back up the penis shaft until Tom's dick was almost half covered in 
blue rubber. I had cut the template earlier to the mark indicating 
the resulting circumcision would be very tight. Tom's penis was 
exposed from that halfway point clear to the tip where his glans 
had hidden itself again inside his foreskin.

Tom

Monica picked up a tool shaped like a capital letter Q and slid it 
down the outside of my penis. She then slid a pipe shaped tool over 
the tip of my penis, pushing back my foreskin and then rolling it 
back over the plastic shield. I could see the plastic sticking out 
the end of my penis from under my foreskin.

Monica adjusted the ring around the outside of my penis so it was 
lined up with the edge of the template. Then she used her finger to 
flatten the tail of the Q down against the shaft of my penis 
locking it in place. I could feel a severe pinch on my foreskin 
when the Q crushed it between the plastic shield under my foreskin. 

Monica

Tom gasped in pain when the circumcision tool crimped down cruelly 
onto his foreskin- trapping it between the tool and the plastic 
shield under his foreskin. The book was very clear on the use of 
this tool and did not mention anything about taking the tool off 
after the ring had been closed. I couldn't see any way to remove it 
now anyway so I went ahead with the procedure. The next step, 
according to the book, was to spread a special ointment over the 
place I was about to cut. The ointment was supposed to keep the 
bleeding from getting out of control. I did this, counting to 
myself to ensure that the stuff had the full minute to work as 
instructed. According to the book, Tom wouldn't feel much pain at 
all in ten seconds when I finally used the scalpel to remove his 
foreskin. The nerves should be deadened by now and the ointment was 
supposed to deaden the surface sensations. I felt sorry for him as 
he lay there on the couch. I could tell he was feeling a bit 
uncomfortable, although I didn't know if it was due to the 
procedure or to the fact that he was laying naked on the couch. 

The time had come to cut off Tom's foreskin. I reached into the box 
and removed the disposable scalpel included for circumcisions. The 
blade was ever so slightly visible being no more than 1/16 of an 
inch in length. The kit advertised this tool as a safety blade of 
all things! I broke the plastic protective sterile covering off of 
the blade and grasped the head of Tom's penis. 

Tom began hyperventilating as I moved the miniscule blade of the 
scalpel closer to his boy prize. I steeled myself for what I must 
do and was helped somewhat by the unnatural color of his foreskin 
and the fact that what I held in my hand was now as stiff and cold 
as a pencil. Placing the blade against Tom's penis and up against 
the ring, I drew it quickly around the right and then underneath 
his penis. About 5 or ten seconds after running the scalpel 
completely around the shaft, I noticed a thin line of dark red 
blood oozing from a few spots. Tom was crying now as I gently 
pulled the skin that was stretched over the plastic shield 
protecting his penis. The foreskin slid easily off the end of the 
shield and snapped very small as soon as it had nothing stretching 
it open from the inside. I set the foreskin aside for a moment 
while I applied the special ointment to those few spots that were 
still oozing blood. A few moments later I was able to slide the 
shield off of the end of his penis and for the first time see his 
moist, pink glans exposed to the world without any protection. The 
Q had left behind a small ring that held clean edges of the cut 
together. 

I was proud of Tom because he had taken this first part of the 
surgery like the man he was turning into. He accepted his fate with 
no complaints as soon as it was obvious there were no alternatives. 

Tom 

That really hurt. I'm sure Monica believed that she was treating me 
with kindness- but I doubt anyone would want to be circumcised 
because it hurts so bad. That silly little knife she used- How 
insulting that a man's power could be destroyed by such a wimpy 
knife in the hands of a woman. I would never masturbate again, 
that's for sure!

I could tell that Monica was wavering so I gave it my best tears.

“Monica, please don’t cut my penis off.” I pleaded, but wasn't 
really surprised when she turned me down saying that she only 
wanted what was best for me. She turned around and started 
arranging tools for what would be the last part of my surgery.

Monica

After all the arguments, and the past few days of confusion and 
pain, Tom was finally in position to have his penis removed. This 
seemed almost anticlimactic after all the trouble.

As the book suggested, Tom was up on his knees with his legs spread 
slightly apart. His arms were locked behind his head with his 
fingers laced together. The book suggested that troublesome boys 
should have their hands tied in this position to prevent injury to 
the person performing the surgery or unintended injury to the boy, 
but I didn't want to go that far unless I had to. As instructed, 
Tom had his back slightly arched so that I could have full access 
to his genital area. This position caused the skin of Tom's chest, 
stomach and thighs to be pulled tight from his neck all the way 
down to his knees. I hadn't noticed before now how much his muscles 
were developing- especially his chest and abs. In all, it was a 
very lewd position, and Tom's penis was responding in spite of the 
looming danger. 

The patient of a full castration and penectomy would have to be 
quite a contortionist if the book was to be believed. The book was 
very clear that the amateur cutter must make use of gravity to 
ensure all the various veins and other parts of the male anatomy 
were in their natural position when the surgery was performed. 
Since I was doing a penectomy in this case I had the choice of 
positioning Tom on his stomach on the edge of a hard surface like 
the kitchen counter. His penis would be exposed just at the edge of 
the surface. According to the book, this position was also useful 
for castration without removing the scrotum, and also for 
performing the procedure on those males who had to be restrained 
during the surgery. From the pictures and diagrams in the 
instruction manual, I could see that Tom would have been totally 
unable to resist from this position. The other choice was to 
position the patient on their knees like Tom was now. In both 
cases, the book recommended using the provided blind-fold to 
prevent the patient from anticipating the cut. That point is 
something about which I took the book's advice- against Tom's 
wishes. He wanted nothing to do with the blindfold.

Tom looked down one last time at his penis and then straight into 
my eyes as I lowered the dense black blindfold down over his eyes. 
Was that fear I saw there? Was that pain, betrayal, love? I didn't 
know and couldn't stand those questions while I was doing my best 
to help Tom through his problems. I wanted to believe him when he 
told me that he would never masturbate again. I'm sure the pain of 
the circumcision would have put him off for a while- but I couldn't 
be convinced that he would never endanger his education like that 
again, so I had to finish what I had started. Tom's penis was in 
for the chop- no matter how cute it was or how pitifully he begged 
to keep it. This cut was for his own good.

I lined up the correct penectomy template, again thoughtfully 
provided in the kit, and rubbed it with the tips of my fingers to 
ensure it had bonded to the skin as designed. The thing was handily 
marked with various marks indicating where to cut, and where to 
inject pain medications. I broke the tip off of the anesthetic 
dispenser and began searching for the injection point indicated on 
the template at the very base of the penis. The medication was 
supposed to be very fast acting and long lasting so I wasn't too 
worried about being very precise with it's exact injection. I just 
knew that I had to do it quickly before I lost my resolve. 

There, I see the symbol printed on the template that indicates the 
injection point. I bend Tom's now very erect penis down a bit as 
I'm moving the needle toward the site. Intent on placing the tip of 
the needle on the template mark I start when the front doorbell 
rings. I pull the needle away from Tom’s pubic region just as I 
hear the front door open and a basketball rolling across the floor. 

David

“Hey Tom, wanna play some b-ball!?" David yelled as he burst into 
the living room. 

David couldn't have timed his entry worse. The scene was that of 
total confusion as Monica recoiled, David skidded and Tom tried to 
cover his erect nakedness. The syringe tumbled from Monica's hand 
as Tom fell off of the coffee table he had been kneeling on 
awaiting the cut. Tom's foot came crashing down as he tried to 
catch himself from the fall, crushing the syringe and adding more 
noise to the chaos as Tom howled in pain.  

Tom

Monica hadn't said anything when I covered myself with the quilt on 
the couch. My foot hurt from where I had stepped on that plastic 
syringe. I didn't think I had hit the needle- but as much blood as 
there was I couldn't really tell. Everybody knows that a cut on the 
bottom of your foot bleeds forever so I really wasn’t too worried. 

Monica was working on my foot- trying to stop it from bleeding. She 
was spreading more of that ointment that she used on my penis when 
she circumcised me a few minutes ago. It seemed to be working at 
stopping the bleeding, but I figured I wouldn't be running anywhere 
any time soon. 

It had been at least a minute but David was still standing in the 
door taking it all in. He had a strange look on his face, which was 
odd because David was never at a loss for words. David hadn't shown 
any signs of leaving- although I wish he would go home right now. I 
knew that this was just delaying what Monica had in store for my 
dick- and I wanted to get it all over with. I knew that Monica 
would never do it with David around, and I really didn't want him 
there anyway. He did make me feel better though, stronger, as if 
with the two of us here, I really didn't have to give up my dick to 
Monica unless I wanted to. I know that wasn't the way of it- but it 
sure felt like I could pull it off. 

Monica

Tom's foot has finally stopped bleeding. I don't know what to do 
though because the kit only provides the single syringe of pain 
killer. I can't really afford another one either. I was jolted out 
of my concentration by another commotion at the door to the living 
room. David's father, Sam, had come running at Tom's bellow and now 
stood in the doorway taking it all in. David excitedly told his 
father what happened. Sam nodded and spoke to me. 

“I know Monica” Sam said, “I saw the school copy of the note you 
got the other day when I was walking through the office. I was 
hoping to get to you before you took him to the clinic to have the 
surgery done. I'm glad now that you haven't done anything yet 
except the circumcision. There is a better way than a penectomy and 
it will leave Tom much more than such a drastic surgery would.”

David’s father continued “Six months ago we got the same note from 
David's teacher”. David went red in the face and hung his head in 
shame. “We took him to the clinic and they explained how it was 
difficult for a young boy to resist masturbation. We wanted a full 
penectomy and castration to take care of David's ability to 
masturbate and his urge to do so. David's mother and I were very 
sad that we would never have any grandchildren though. The doctor 
was good enough to show us a better way though”.

Sam turned and ordered his son to strip his clothes off. David was 
redder than ever as he began by peeling his green shirt and shoes 
off. He hooked his fingers in his black satin soccer shorts and 
opened his mouth as if to protest, only to close it again seeing 
the look on his Dad's face. He peeled his shorts and underwear off 
in one smooth motion and stood up again to reveal...

No, not a denuded crotch absent of any sign of genitals: but a full 
set of low hanging testicles, a respectable patch of curly dark 
blond pubic hair, and a fairly thick healthy pink penis about three 
inches long in it's flaccid state.

Monica started, "We can't afford the hormone treatments..." but 
David's father cut her off and motioned to David to come closer. 
The boy stepped up to the couch where we all were seated and his 
father reached out and began to manipulate David's penis. David 
closed his eyes in embarrassment and lifted his face toward the 
ceiling as his father worked his boy penis to an impressive erect 
five inches. Only when the Sam took his hand away from his son's 
bobbing penis could you see that it had no head. None. The penis 
terminated flatly at the tip near the center of which you could 
faintly see the hole where David could piss out of. 

David's father explained. “You see, the doctor showed us that the 
primary nerves for stimulation and ejaculation are located in the 
glans. Without those nerves it is very difficult to achieve orgasm. 
Removal of the glans and circumcision destroys those nerves and 
damages most of the others that make the penis hyper-sensitive.” 
Smiling at David he gestured for him to step closer still. “The 
advantages are manifest.” as the man's teacher voice asserted 
itself. “First, David retains the ability to urinate standing up. 
He is able to enter a locker room without shame and can wear tight 
clothing without the need for cosmetic pads. His testosterone 
levels are normal, and as such we have been spending many wonderful 
hours lately at the gym working out together”. He smiled at the 
memory. “You can see the results for yourself” Sam said as he ran 
the back of his hand slowly down his David’s torso... 

He was right. David was one of the most beautiful 13 year old boys 
I had ever seen. Except for his decapitated penis head, which you 
didn't even notice unless you were looking for it, David was 
perfect. His chest and abs were perfectly defined and his shoulders 
slanted gracefully up into his neck. Had he been a little older...

“What about”... “What about sex”? Monica asked. 

“The doctor was very excited about that part. Since he can achieve 
an erection- he will be able to satisfy his female partner. Since 
he still has his testicles”, at this he lifted his David's 
testicles (as if we didn't know what they were), “he is able to 
produce normal sperm levels and produce ejaculate”. 

“But how”? 

“How does he orgasm?’ Sam held up his pointer finger. “Well, it's 
all in the finger... A prostate massage is always effective within 
varying lengths of time. The doctor showed us how to trigger it the 
day of the surgery after David had been sedated just before going 
into the room. Now, whenever David has earned a very special reward-
 I always offer him an orgasm”. 

David was almost catatonic from embarrassment now.

“It has never taken more than three minutes of massage and his 
personal record is 20 seconds. It is completely in our control now 
though”.

"Dad!"

David's father silenced him with another look and continued where 
he left off. “The penis is totally devoid of meaningful sensation. 
However, since it is difficult or impossible for David to 
successfully manipulate himself to orgasm using prostate massage- 
he is able to control his urges. However, he is left with the 
ability to ejaculate on special occasions with my help or that of 
his future wife. So, in short, David's wife will be able to produce 
ample sperm on demand with which she can get pregnant”. 

Monica had that calculating look on her face for a few moments 
until she turned to me and asked “Well, do you think that will 
solve your problem?”  

Did I? I could hardly believe my ears! A few minutes ago, Monica 
had been preparing to lop off my whole penis. Now I had a chance to 
keep it... Well, almost keep it. Did she think I was brain dead? 

Turning back to David’s father, Monica thanked him for his help but 
explained that we would have to wait to perform the operation until 
she could somehow afford another syringe of anesthetic. Remembering 
the size of the needle I had stepped on I wasn’t sure that the 
needle would have been an improvement over the surgery. That thing 
was long enough to give me a shot in my backside through my navel.

Sam cheerfully spoke up. “We’ll help you hold him, won’t we David?” 

Monica

Obviously Tom was embarrassed by such explicit conversation 
involving his ‘private’ parts. Perhaps it was a bit over the top 
for me to sit and discuss such personal subjects with my neighbor, 
but I truly appreciated Sam’s advice. If what he said was true, 
Tom’s problems would be fixed without totally destroying his 
ability to be a man. 

Tom was sitting on the couch with the quilt clutched protectively 
against his crotch. He looked as if he might bolt at any time. His 
eyes were scanning the room constantly. I saw him look at David’s 
father sitting in the chair at the end of the coffee table. I saw 
him consider the door to the living room leading to the front door 
of the house. Then I saw Tom look at David standing in front of the 
couch, his erect headless penis sticking out in front of him. I 
knew that I had to act fast before Tom began to give me more 
trouble about the procedure. 

Taking the bull by the horns (sorry for the pun) I got up and went 
over to where Tom sat on the couch. I checked and was happy to see 
that the bleeding on his foot had stopped. Brushing his hair from 
his eyes, I asked if he was ready. Tom just looked at me.

I asked David if he would help Tom to get back up on the table and 
get back into position. Tom slowly got up off of the couch, with 
the quilt still clutched protectively to his midsection. Placing 
his arm under Tom’s armpit, David helped him limp across the few 
feet of floor to where the coffee table had been moved during all 
the commotion a few minutes before. Tom looked at me and then 
awkwardly got up on the table, still trying to hide his crotch with 
the quilt. I figured I would let him keep that comfort as long as I 
possibly could. It seemed kind of pointless though since his 
buttocks were bared to the world. I could see his testicles 
swinging between his legs from behind as he crawled on his left 
hand and knees across the low table to the place I told him to 
kneel before. The heat of the quilt had obviously caused them to 
loosen in their sack- and I resolved to remember that in case I 
ever had to cut his testicles off. I deeply hoped this surgery 
would solve his problem forever and castration would never be 
necessary.

Even with David’s help Tom was being very slow about getting in 
position with his three-legged crawl. His modesty was hindering 
progress and I was eager to get on with things so I reached out and 
grabbed the quilt from Tom; quickly wrapping it about him and 
tucking the loose end between Tom’s hip and the quilt. Tom tensed 
as I grabbed the quilt and then relaxed as I tucked it tight. He 
smiled briefly at me before rising up on his knees and scooting the 
remaining two feet into position at the edge of the table.

I could tell from the outline of his knees in the quilt that Tom 
had spread his legs about 18 inches apart, as instructed by the 
book. He laced his fingers behind his head and challenged me with 
his eyes to get on with the surgery. Was I wrong, or was Tom 
actually acting like he was eager to get on with this? 

David’s father moved into position behind Tom and grasped his 
shoulders in an easy grip. I could tell though that Tom was 
effectively immobilized, as effectively as he would have been had I 
tied him in place. That extra security made me feel better since I 
didn’t want any unexpected movements from Tom that might cause 
injury to him. 

Walking around in front of Tom I lowered the blindfold down over 
his eyes. I will never forget that look in my little brother’s 
eyes… I don’t think I had ever seen such certainty of loss before- 
and I was the one he was accusing.

Safe now from Tom’s glare, I opened the kit next to him on the 
table so I could have easy access to the tools and medicines I 
needed to continue with the surgery. Having done this I reached out 
and loosed the knot holding the quilt tight around Tom’s body. 
Gravity took care of the rest leaving Tom kneeling naked in the 
center of the table. His cheeks colored slightly under the 
blindfold as the cold air and his embarrassment had their effect. I 
took in his newly circumcised penis sticking out above his loosely 
dangling balls. 

I looked at David and saw him staring with something of a look of 
jealously. His dick was standing even stiffer and almost vertically 
at the sight of Tom’s exposed half hard penis. From the direction 
of his stare, he was looking directly at the glans of Tom’s penis, 
surely missing his own, forever-lost source of pleasure. 

Sam leaned forward over Tom’s shoulder. He took in the sight of 
Tom’s penis, nodded once and settled back to wait for the surgery 
to proceed. 

I looked at Tom’s crotch and tried to plan out how the surgery 
would proceed. How much of the penis should I take off with the 
head? I looked over at David and saw that his penis was generally 
flat at the tip. I wondered if he had a large mushroom tip on his 
penis before it was removed, or if his was more like Tom’s- slim 
and arrowhead shaped. I wish I knew if I should cut at an angle 
right behind the glans or if I should snip it off straight up and 
down. I think the latter would be safer.

Tom’s penis had slowly begun to get hard from the attention and its 
exposure. His cheeks continued to color deeper and deeper red as 
his embarrassment increased while he waited on the cut. The blush 
was beginning to spread down into his chest- flushing his 
developing pectorals a healthy pink. I reached out and pulled the 
penectomy template off his pubic region since I wouldn’t need it 
for this smaller surgery we were doing now. His body provided the 
marks to guide my cut, see: there- right behind the glans. Tom 
flinched at my touch causing David’s father to tighten his grip. I 
could feel the heat of his now fully erect penis on my fingers as I 
removed the template. 

I reached out and grasped Tom’s penis, holding it at the base to 
steady it. It was throbbing up and down to a very quick tempo- 
responding to Tom’s obviously racing heartbeat. I judged its final 
length to be about three and three quarters inches long with the 
glans still attached. Not bad, I thought, for a twelve-year-old 
boy. 

Twisting it slightly so I could look at the profile of his dick 
head, I saw that Tom’s glans was fairly normal in that it started 
closer to the tip on the underside and flared back and up, ending 
further back on the shaft at the top of his penis. If I clipped the 
tip directly behind the glans, the resulting cut would be rather 
slanted. I decided that would probably not be a good thing. Cutting 
straight down directly behind the glans of his penis though would 
not cause a slanted cut, and would leave Tom with most of his penis 
intact. In all he wouldn’t loose more than about three quarters of 
an inch or maybe an inch. 

Releasing Tom’s dick, I lubricated the slim plastic tube that the 
kit provided to ensure that the boy’s urethra didn’t heal shut. 
Grasping his penis firmly, I pulled back gently on his glans with 
my forefinger and thumb, spreading the eye of his cock wide open. 
As instructed by the book, I inserted the blunt end of the catheter 
slowly but firmly into Tom’s penis. Tom wriggled as the cold 
plastic penetrated the tender flesh of his urethra. Finally, the 
mark indicating a three and one half inch penis disappeared inside 
the eye of Tom’s dick. I stopped pushing and released his penis to 
stand there at attention. 

My manipulations had caused Tom to begin panting in dread 
anticipation of the cut. His heartbeat had quickened even more, 
causing his penis to fairly leap in my grip. The skin of Tom’s 
glans was stretched tight and was a shiny pink in its last few 
moments of life. I resolved to not make him wait any longer as I 
reached into the box and grabbed the one tool of the eight provided 
that seemed the most humane for the job at hand. 

The tool looked vaguely like toe-nail clippers. The tool was 
designed to fit over the end of the doomed penis with the handles 
of the contraption parallel to the penis shaft. The blade was 
keenly sharp and was mounted on two rails that would be on either 
side of the penis shaft when the tool was in use. The blade would 
travel along the rails and sever the penis, helped along, according 
to the book, by a series of levers that hugely multiplied the force 
applied to the handgrips. I squeezed the handgrips experimentally a 
few times, deeply aware of the stares from David and his father, 
and the flinch in Tom’s body each time the blade levered down it’s 
track making that distinctive steel on steel sound. 

I smeared Tom’s side of the tool liberally with the anti bleeding 
ointment as the book instructed. I took Tom’s penis in hand, 
grasping it tightly at the base and nodded to David’s father who 
renewed his grip on Tom’s shoulder almost savagely. Tom immediately 
understood what was about to happen and tensed his body in 
anticipation. I carefully threaded his penis into the tool and 
succeeded in getting the tool in place right behind his glans 
without Tom realizing his peril. Unfortunately, Tom’s penis chose 
that moment to throb mightily. The shaft of his penis touched the 
left rail of the device. Tom immediately flinched and gasped loudly 
at the feel of the cold metal on his warm, sensitive dick. I eased 
off of the handles to let Tom settle down again. His hands remained 
clinched behind his head and he made no further sound when he 
realized that I hadn’t cut anything yet. 

Funny, I had never noticed the three hairs he had in his left 
armpit until now. 

I realized I would have to be very quick about my duty and renewed 
my grip on Tom’s penis, squeezing tightly and pulling back on the 
skin of the shaft. The circumcision wound must have been bothering 
him because Tom whimpered slightly as I pulled the skin back away 
from the head. I positioned the clipper just behind the glans and 
made sure it was as perpendicular as possible in relation to the 
shaft of his penis. I applied sufficient pressure to the clipper 
tool to bring the blade down almost against Tom’s penis shaft. 
Satisfied with where the blade would cut, I released the tension on 
the clipper and then immediately applied all my strength to the 
task at hand. 

The blade fairly flew down the three-inch long tracks on its way to 
meet Tom’s destiny. I heard the beginning of the steel on steel 
sound, which was quickly deadened as the clipper blade chewed into 
the meat of Tom’s cock. I never saw it fall, but I looked down and 
could see Tom’s glans lying on the table. It was a funny looking 
thing lying there in a small puddle of blood. It had a drop of 
blood oozing from what had been the eye of Tom’ dick and had 
returned to the size it was when Tom wasn’t erect. I quickly 
examined the stump of Tom’s penis and applied the ointment to two 
or three bleeders causing them to stop bleeding almost immediately. 
It was a nasty looking wound and I felt sick knowing that I had 
done that to my own brother. I deeply hoped that it would heal as 
well as the book said it would. 

Tom had been very good through the whole ordeal. He had screamed 
briefly when the blade chopped the glans off of his cock, but was 
crying and whimpering now the worst was over. David’s father was 
hugging Tom with his arms crushed tightly against his sides as I 
cared for the bleeders, but let go when I finished.

Tom whipped the blindfold off of his head and immediately looked 
down at his penis. He didn’t touch it, but he teared up again at 
the site of his headless dick. The little bit of flesh laying in 
the middle of the table caught his eye and he acted as if he might 
grab it before David’s father pulled him away and picked him up to 
carry him to his room. 

Tom

I felt nervous kneeling there not knowing what was happening. I 
heard some strange sounds as Monica prepared for my cut. There was 
a brief sensation as she peeled the template off of my pubic area. 
Unfortunately, the adhesive backing caught some of my pubic hair 
and pulled it as she pulled the template off. I was trying not to 
think about David and his father standing so near. 

A strange metallic sound was making me feel a little faint in my 
stomach. Was Monica sharpening the big butcher knife from the 
kitchen? 

Monica grabbed my dick at the base. A moment later David’s dad 
tightened his grip on my shoulders. This was it- I would soon be 
cut. I couldn’t help myself as I began breathing deep to prepare 
for the shock that must soon come. 

I somehow sensed Monica’s hand near my penis and felt my dick jump. 
I felt a momentary terror when my penis brushed against something 
cold and metal. This was it, it was all over… Then I realized that 
nothing had happened. 

Monica let everyone calm down for a few moments. I was beginning to 
breathe more normally when I heard that brief metallic sound. A 
moment later I was screaming as the blade passed through the shaft 
of my penis. It burned badly and I didn’t think I could bear the 
pain any more without going crazy. David’s dad hugged me from 
behind and that really helped. A few moments later he let me go and 
I yanked the blindfold off. 

My penis was ugly. The head was completely gone and there was only 
about three inches left of what had been my penis. I looked down at 
the table and saw my glans laying there in a little puddle of 
blood. I tried to grab it but David’s dad pulled me back and 
carried me off to my room. I don’t know what it was, but I could 
already feel the edges of exhaustion creeping around my mind. 

Monica 

I had busied myself cleaning the spot on the table where Tom’s 
amputated dick head had landed. I was unsure what to do with it, so 
I just set it aside in a coffee saucer that had been on top of the 
television. David’s eyes never left the little nub of flesh 
although it was starting to look less and less like anything 
anybody would be interested in. 

Sam came back into the room and said that he had bandaged Tom’s 
penis and put him in bed. He reported that Tom was sleeping 
peacefully after his ordeal. 

I hoped that Tom could someday understand and forgive me for what I 
had done. I bundled all of the tools back into the kit box they had 
come in and handed the box to David’s father, asking him to get rid 
of the thing. 

Catching sight of the discolored glans in the saucer on the table, 
David’s father ordered David to put on his shorts and go bury the 
thing deep in the backyard. The boy did so, pulling his shorts up 
over his still erect penis. He picked up the saucer and followed 
the blue nub at arms length out of the room. I heard the back door 
slam shut and turned to David’s father. 

“Thank you so much for your help Sam” I said. “I don’t think I 
would have been able to go through with it without you here.”

“It’s not a problem” he replied, “I just realized how scared you 
must be when I came in and saw what was going on.” He 
continued: “There are some things you might want to know though.”

I waited, curious to know what I might have missed.

“Tom will take about six weeks to heal completely.” David’s father 
continued. “You will want to wash and redress the bandage daily. He 
should be able to wear pants within about two days. Make sure that 
the tube doesn’t heal over or get clogged.”

I nodded, resolving to check Tom’s dressings twice daily, just to 
be sure that nothing more would befall him. I heard the back door 
slam as David came back inside from burying Tom’s penis head in the 
back yard. 

“I buried it in the bare spot behind the shed dad” David offered. 

“Very good son. Now take your shorts off so I can show Monica how 
to help Tom reach orgasm.” 

David instantly colored again but complied, peeling his shorts down 
and exposing his erect headless penis again to my view. His father 
told him to lay down on the couch, which David did. He was 
obviously very embarrassed, but also obviously eager to be 
manipulated to orgasm.

“Now, Tom will have a preferred method for this of course,” Sam 
said as he smeared some KY jelly on his finger. “You will have to 
explore and find his favorite position. David’s favorite is on his 
back which I will show you today, but to save time I usually have 
him on his knees and elbows.”

David spread his legs and bent his knees, exposing his anus for his 
dad. 

Sam placed his finger against David’s hole and pressed gently until 
the tip was barely inside. He explained the need to be gentle and 
how to manipulate the prostate to cause an orgasm. I watched 
carefully as his finger pressed in and out causing David’s penis to 
leap and throb. The boy’s eyes were closed as he quickly neared his 
orgasm. A moment more and his penis throbbed strongly and began to 
deliver a substantial amount of sperm onto his belly. None of the 
spurts traveled beyond his navel though since each was undirected 
and tended to spurt in all directions without his glans. All 
together, the entire process had taken no more than a minute. 

David’s father wiped his finger on a piece of tissue while his son 
recovered and then began to dress himself. We exchanged 
pleasantries before I showed him out the door, thankful for his 
counsel and assistance. I ruffled David’s hair as he retrieved his 
basketball and ran past me on his way back outside to play, earning 
a smile from the beautiful boy as he took the steps two at a time, 
all embarrassment forgotten. 

Closing the door, I walked to Tom’s bedroom and sat in the chair in 
the corner as he slept deeply on the bed. I hoped that I had helped 
him today.

Tom

It’s been three months since Monica cut me. I don’t remember much 
of the following week or so, just images of Monica cleaning me up 
and feeding me like I was some kind of baby or something. I caught 
her crying once- but she tried to play it off. David’s father came 
over a couple of times to look at my bandaged penis and pronounced 
that I was healing quickly and would be “good as new” before too 
long. Yeah right.

The very next day Monica made me get up on my own and walk, with 
her close behind, out to the living room to watch some TV. I craved 
the stuff, having not seen any for weeks. Monica only said that 
everything on TV was violent or bad news. 

She was right. The first news story I saw was the horrible news 
from Littleton, Colorado. A couple of idiot kids had shot up their 
high school the day before. Now those were some kids that needed to 
be put away forever. I couldn’t imagine what must have been going 
through their heads; before the bullets did anyway. I didn’t watch 
the news again for a long time. 

Monica

I am happy to see Tom progressing as well as he has. The first time 
he got out of bed he was a little unsteady. After the first few 
minutes though I could see the distinctive spring he has always had 
in his step. His recovery after that was measured in days. One day 
he struggled around the house, the next he walked, and the next he 
left by the front door. He managed to pull on a pair of loose nylon 
shorts and a short shirt that left his midriff bare. I was so proud 
of him that day. He walked to the end of the street and back- the 
furthest he had been since the cut. The next day he walked even 
further. The next day Tom went to visit his friend David and I 
didn’t see him for three hours. 

When he finally returned, the smile I had missed for so long was 
back. 

Tom

Monica had pulled the tube out of the tip the day before 
yesterday.  I was glad to be rid of that thing! I could finally 
feel it when I was peeing. It’s amazing how much you miss the 
sensation of the urine traveling inside the urethra on it’s way out 
of your body.

I looked at myself in the mirror when I got out of bed. My 
reflection was a little paler than I remembered and a little 
skinnier. I held my penis between my thumb and forefinger and 
angled it so I could see the tip in the dim light from the lamp in 
the corner. The cut had finally healed in the last few days and I 
could finally pee without dribbling all over the place. I had 
gotten an erection the other night, without intending to, and had 
to bite my lip as the skin stretched over the new tip of my penis. 
I could tell that was going to take some getting used to. I tried a 
few experimental strokes but stopped when I realized that I wasn’t 
feeling anything. I might as well have been masturbating my thumb. 
I could tell that the surgery had been effective in its intent and 
my masturbating days were over. Unfortunately, that little erection 
reawakened every sexual urge I had ever had. I needed to get off, 
but couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t know what to do.

David invited me over today to play some basketball in his 
driveway. I couldn’t quite stand the feel of underwear yet; not 
even boxers. It wasn’t pain. More like a different feeling where 
the end of my penis was supposed to be. I pulled on a pair of nylon 
shorts and a t-shirt and headed out the door to go play some ball 
with my best friend. 

I was five points up on David. He was driving from the back line, 
actually a streak of chalk drawn across the driveway. David jumped 
to sink a lay-up and I jumped up to block his shot. We collided in 
mid air. David’s head crashed into my chest and his elbow landed 
squarely in my crotch. I went down gasping in pain as my balls 
complained about being hit. 

“Tom! Tom! Are you alright?” David asked. 

I told him I was fine if he would just give me a few minutes to 
recover. He sat on the basketball and waited for me to recover.

“Tom” David asked. “Has it healed yet?” 

“Yeah.” I replied, not knowing where this was coming from.

“Could I see it?” David ventured. “I’ll show you mine if you show 
me yours.”

Curious, I agreed to this and we went inside David’s house. We both 
grabbed a drink and ran up the stairs to David’s bedroom. David was 
shirtless and shortless in seconds and stood waiting for me as I 
more carefully peeled my clothes off. When he saw that I didn’t 
have any underwear on he peeled his briefs down and stood up naked. 

We were like six year olds comparing dickies in kindergarten. We 
stood and stared at each other’s penis for a long time. David was a 
little longer than I was, although I hoped that would change. His 
balls were smaller than mine though. We both had about the same 
amount of hair though. 

David is the first to break the spell. “Have you tried to jerk off 
yet Tom?” he asked. 

“No, but Monica tried to do that prostate thing once.” I 
admitted. “It didn’t work though and I am feeling really horny.”

“After my surgery I couldn’t cum for about two months” David 
explained. “The doctor told me that was natural because of the 
shock of the surgery. If you’re horny now though, I bet you could 
cum”

We stood and stared at each other for a few moments. Neither one of 
us was willing to admit that we were interested in what David was 
implying. He was the first to cave to temptation though. 

“I’ll do you if you do me.” David said. I could tell from his 
erection that he was excited by the prospect. I could tell from my 
erection that I would surely cum this time.

David was very good at bringing me to orgasm. He had me there 
within thirty seconds and my violently shortened penis was 
twitching and spurting all over the place. I got some everywhere I 
think- even some on David. 

I brought David to orgasm in about two minutes after I had 
recovered from my own crashing climax. We were laying quietly on 
David’s floor talking after our orgasms when I felt David’s hand on 
the inside of my thigh. He explored my genitals and then probed 
down again into my hole. Again, I submitted to his touch inside my 
body and enjoyed a much gentler orgasm. 

So that is the story of my penis, such as it is. Perhaps somebody 
can learn from this before they have their own encounter with the 
hygiene coordinator. We found out later that the old lady had died 
the day before my cut. She had died from a brain condition that we 
learned caused dementia in its last stages. What might have been 
different for me and so many other boys in my school had we known 
that?