Donations 1

Charitable donations...

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	I never actually thought I would go, but I got the notice in 
the mail shortly after my 24th birthday.  It read: "Dear potential 
donor: As you may know, we are in dire need of penile tissue to 
maintain the high quality of life in our country.  Our records show 
that you would be a prime donor.  Please consider donating.  The 
next drive in your area will be..." and it gave a date and the 
address of the local National Guard Armory.  The notice went on to 
describe all the things the tissue would be used for - fertility and 
youth treatments, tissue regeneration, hormone production, as well 
as straight organ donation.  They also paid you a straight thousand 
on the spot and you got a lifelong tax credit.  Still, I just 
chuckled and tossed it in the trash.  Sure they may need cockflesh, 
but I liked having my cock around.  It was fun to play with - 
really, what guy would want to get rid of his cock?
	The weird thing was, the more I thought about it, the more 
attractive the whole idea got.  I had a good cock and all, nice and 
big, well proportioned, but the idea just sat in my mind.  That, and 
it was for charity - it's not like I would just be throwing my cock 
away or anything.  Hell, a thousand bucks wasn't bad either, and the 
lifelong tax credit would save me all kinds of money over the next 
hundred some years.  The more I thought about it, the better idea it 
seemed.  I could even have kids later if I wanted to; I'd still have 
my balls.
	Dick in hand, I dug the notice back out of the trash and 
jacked off, thinking about them removing my cock.  What would it be 
like without it? I wondered.  I'd know in a few days - the deal went 
down on a Thursday and this was still Monday.  For the next three 
days I was a walking erection - it was like my cock was trying to 
get its last licks in before it went.  
	The day finally came and I drove down to the armory where 
they were doing it.  I showed up about 15 minutes early, expecting 
the lot to be empty, but to my surprise it was nearly full!  I got 
in line about a hundred guys back, and more fell in behind me.
	I struck a conversation with a young guy in front of me with 
nice arms and a tight shirt.  "So why're you here?" I asked him.  He 
told me that as part of his fraternity's required community service 
he could donate and have it fill up all of his hours.  He and twenty 
or so of the guys in front of him were from the same frat.  I asked 
the guy behind me the same question.  He looked a little depressed, 
and told me that his cock was so miniscule he figured getting a 
thousand for it was more than it was worth.  I told him it couldn't 
be that small, so he pulled his pants a little away and let me see.
	To be honest, all I could see was hair - his penis wasn't 
even visible.  The guy played with his balls a second or two and got 
a woody, and it looked like he'd already had his dick removed - it 
was maybe an inch and a half long, max.
	The line started to move, and we shuffled in.  They had the 
front of the line go all the way across the gym floor the long way 
to some tables set up.  The line was so long it extended out the 
door - at least half the guys were still outside.  I was about ten 
people in from the door.  The first five guys in line were led into 
little booths while workers came down the line and explained the 
procedure.	
	"When you reach the front of the line you will be called to 
sit in a screening booth.  There we'll ask you some questions and 
need to see a picture ID, so be sure to have one ready.  It will be 
faster if you already have your shirt off when go in.  If you choose 
to go ahead with donation, a doctor will give you a physical to be 
sure that you are healthy enough for donation.  Assuming you pass 
the physical, the organs will be removed."  They were handing out 
numbered tags too, putting them around our wrists like hospital 
tags.  Mine was 112.  "You will be called by number over the PA 
system.  If you do not come within two minutes of being called, you 
will lose your place in line.  You don't have to stay in line if you 
don't want to; there are bleachers if you want to sit and bathrooms 
over there," he pointed.  "Lastly, if you have any piercings, you 
will need to remove them if possible.  If you do not know how to, 
the doctor will remove them for you."  My part of the line broke 
off.
	Just being here gave me a boner, so I headed to the 
bathroom.  Apparently a lot of the other guys felt that way too, or 
else had just not gone before they left.  On the way over I passed 
the three stations.  The first five guys were already lining up in 
front of the removal machine, their cocks bulging.  I paused for a 
moment to watch one lucky dude lose his cock.  He stepped up and the 
attendant had him put his dick in this hole.  The attendant slid a 
little door up, trapping his genitals inside the machine, and read 
the form.  He pushed some buttons, asked, "Ready?"  When the guy 
nodded, the attendant pulled a lever.  After a few seconds the guy's 
cock, covered in shrink-wrap, dropped into a bucket, and the 
attendant released the guy.  His balls still hung down and a 
catheter came out from just above them.  The attendant had him go 
sit in the recovery area and drink some juice.
	My cock was so hard at that point it was about to burst.   I 
headed into the bathroom, and instead of finding guys pissing I 
found an orgy.  Nude male flesh covered the place, hard cocks and 
cum were already prevalent.  I needed no invitation to strip down - 
I tossed my clothes in the corner and went at it, sucking and 
fucking and touching everything I could.  I came at least three 
times before my dick got so sore I just couldn't anymore, and by 
that time they were calling 103.  I got out and headed for the 
shower, washed up, put all my clothes back on except for my shirt, 
and headed out.  They called 110 just as I was walking up to the 
screening booths, so I only had to wait about three minutes before 
they called 112.
	There was one nurse in front who checked my tag.  "Go to the 
fourth booth," she told me, pointing at it.  I walked in and sat 
down.  A fatter nurse greeted me and took a blood sample.  She put 
that into a litle analyzer on the card table and went into her 
scripted spiel.
	"I need to ask you a few questions.  Please answer yes or no 
to each of the following:  I have taken illegal drugs in the last 
six months (no), I am under the influence of drugs or alcohol (no), 
I have had a piercing in the last six weeks (no)..." and on and on. 
 They asked the usual stuff - had I been in Africa ever, did I know 
if I had any communicable diseases, was I on any prescription 
medication.  "Do you still wish to continue with your donation?"
	"Yes."
	She smiled and had me read and sign a legal bit that 
basically said cock removal was permanent.  Like I didn't know that 
already.  Sore as it was it was already erect again.  I signed that 
and she put the cuff for the blood pressure thing around my arm and 
a thermometer in my mouth.  While she waited for those to do their 
thing, she filled out the thousand dollar check stub, with the 
signature on it still blank.  "Keep this with your clothing.  After 
you've donated an attendant will sign it."  She checked my 
heartbeat, then waited for the instruments to return that I was 
healthy and the blood test to show I wasn't sick, marked all the 
appropriate boxes on a clipboard, and handed it to me.  "While 
you're in line for the physical, read this over and check the boxes. 
 You're done!"  I stood up and she directed me to the doctor line.
	I joined a line of giddy shirtless men standing in front of 
the doctor's tents.  Every minute or two a guy would walk out naked 
to the donation line and another would go in.  The hunky fratboy was 
still in front of me, waving to some of his brothers whose cocks 
were already lying in the bucket.  I ogled him for a few moments, 
then read over the sheet.  It was more legalese I had to sign for, 
but I read through it anyway.  By the time I had finished I was 
first in line.
	I got called in and a youngish guy told me to strip down.  
He did all the basic stuff, reflexes, tongue, hernia, blah blah 
blah.  Everything was okay.  He checked off everything necessary on 
the clipboard while I stuffed my clothing into a provided paper bag. 
 "Rub some of this into your pubic hair," he told me, handing me a 
can of shaving cream.  I did so, and he knelt down in front of me 
with a safety razor and carefully shaved me bare.  "You are required 
to be erect when your penis is removed.  You seem pretty excited 
already," he referred to the fact that the veins on my meat were 
about to pop, "but if you're not sure you can maintain it we can 
make sure it stays up."  I nodded no.  He gave me the clipboard and 
directed me to head out to the donation line.
	So there I was, the final step.  The line moved slowly; they 
had three machines up there all working.  The fratboy was right in 
front of me again and I started to stare a little as his ass, firm 
as it was.  He turned and my cock brushed up against him a little 
bit.  He looked at me as I looked down at his chest almost by 
reflex.  "You turned on by me?" he asked, a little angry looking.
	My eyes pretty much answered for me.  "Suck it," he told me. 
 I needed no further invitation, and dropped to my knees.  His frat 
brothers were cheering for him the whole time, or at least until it 
was their turn at the machine.  Finally it came so the dick in my 
mouth was to be the next to go, and he hadn't cum yet.  I worked 
furiously at him, and just as they called out "Next!" he murmured, 
"Suck it, bitch."
	That pissed me off, to be honest.  I pulled off, stood up, 
and told him, "Looks like it's your turn."
	The look of sheer horror on his face was priceless - he was 
right on the verge of cumming for the last time and didn't.  The 
attendant called "Next!" again, this time more impatiently.  He 
walked over to the machine slowly, jacking himself off furiously, 
but as the attendant guided him into the machine he still hadn't 
managed it.  Then, just as his dick dropped out the bottom into the 
bucket, he bucked a little and pulled away, pearly goo leaking out 
over the top of his scrotum.
	The attendant was pissed at that as he had to clean the 
thing off.  The guy muttered an apology and stumbled over to the 
refreshment area.  I waited at the head of the line.  
	After a virtual eternity, they finally shouted out "Next!" 
again, and I sauntered over to the indicated machine, hot to go.  My 
cock was straining to get even bigger even as the attendant closed 
me into the thing.  Then, a flash of heat and what felt like a pull, 
followed by more heat - not really unpleasant, just jarring, and I 
heard what must have been my cock fall out the bottom, and with a 
squishy noise, hit the others lying in the bucket.
	The attendant released my balls from the machine, and I made 
my way over to the refreshment area, but not before sneaking a peek 
into the cock bucket.  Mine lay there right on top, shrinkwrapped, 
still hard and about ten inches long since it included all the 
internal parts.  I felt a little woozy - they had told me that was 
normal, so I just sat on the couch and had some juice, staring at my 
groin.  My balls still hung down but there was just nothing atop 
them but a little hole to piss from.
	After a few minutes I felt okay, so went ahead and dressed. 
 The attendants signed my check and I headed out to my car and home.