In talking with a freind,I recal when Brian got his cock cut off.
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That reminds me of a sad cutting that happened in Boston, back when I was only about 20. I was at my friend Mike's house, for a few days. We were enjoying a pleasant summer evening sitting out on the front porch, having a little wine, and talking. We were waiting for his best friend to show up, the three of us were going to see a late movie. Mike was a little tense waiting for his best friend. I had known mike for about nine years, he and I had been friends from about 11 or so. When he reached 18, he moved out of his parents home, and rented the bottom floor of a house in the outskirts of Boston with Brian his roommate. I was pretty sure mike was Gay, since we had been young teens together, and we would wrestle with each other. He always found some reason to grab me between my legs, and play with my cock. As a young teen boy, most things sexual were fun. I did not mind his grabbing me and playing with my cock like that. It wasn't till later on that I realized that I was Bisexual myself. I was pretty sure that mike was going to come out to me that he was gay, and in love with his best friend, and roommate Brian, who Mike called Brain. Brian was supposed to be there at 9, and it was almost 9;30, when we heard this long blood curdling scream from the street below. Mike and I looked at each other, and he asked, "what the Fuck was that?" I said I had no idea as to Who it was, but "it sure sounded like someone was in a world of pain." Then we both heard very clearly, "Look at the Fucking Fag cry" and the sound of coarse male laughter. We looked at each other, and jumped up for the doorway to the street. In our rush, we stumbled, and knocked over a large potted plant on the stoop, and it shattered with a sound like a cannon shot. When we got outside, at first there was silence, except for someone playing some Itallian Opera in a house nearby. Then we heard low sobbing coming from the driveway between the houses. We went into it, and there was someone on the ground, in a fetal position, sobbing. I got out my key-chain, with it's little flashlight, and squeezed it while pointing it at the shape on the cement. It was a Naked and bloody Brian, holding both hands to his groin which was spurting blood between his fingers. There was a spreading puddle of blood, from under his belly, to his feet. Mike seemed unable to grasp who it was, and what had happened. I moved the light a few feet closer to us on the ground, and there was a beautiful five inch long circumcised pink Cock lying there, with a small pool of blood around it. When Mike's eyes, and brain finely made sense of what he was looking at, he let out a scream of denial, and dropped to his knees, in front of what had been till a scant few minutes earlier his and Brian's pride, & Joy. He just babbled No No No No, over and over. I shook myself back to the real world, where a 17 year old boy, was bleeding to death. I ripped off my tee shirt, spread his bloody legs, and pried his hands off his wound. I was relived to see that the only wound was where they had amputated his Cock. There were no other cuts that I had to stop bleeding, his testicles were still attached, and undamaged. I wadded up the tee shirt, and pushed it against the spurting wound as hard as I could. I turned my head, and yelled at mike to; "get the hell over here, and help keep him alive dammit." He got up, and stumbled over next to me, sank down, and looked at the red tee shirt I was pushing against his lovers devastated groin. I had him push it as hard as he could against the wound, and got up to go call for help. I turned, and saw there was a mut sniffing his severed Cock, I kicked it in the ribs, and it ran off yipping. I bent over picked up Brian's bloody Bluish pink cock, with my left hand, as I passed it's small pool of blood, and ran inside to call the operator for Help. It wasn't till after I got off the phone, that I realized I still had Brian's now blue Cock in my left hand. There was blood slowly oozing out the three clearly visible tubes of sponge like tissue, that made up Brian's Cock. I was squeezing out the last of it's life blood. Brian's now blue Cock, in my tightly clenched left fist, was sticking out both ends of my fist. My first instinct was to cop a quick suck, to see what it was like to have a cock in my mouth totally, with my mouth fully closed. I thought I should flush it down the toilet bowl. Then I realized that no one knew I even had Brian's cock, and I could do anything to it I wanted. I wondered what it would be like to start to suck it, as I played with my own cock, and chewed it all up, and swallowed it piece by piece. Then I remembered that some religions said that all parts of a man should be buried with him, and I had no idea if he would live. So I walked over to the liqueur cabinet, grabbed a bottle of 175 proof Tequila,, I popped Brian's cock into my mouth to lubricate it, so I could stuff the soft cock down the neck of the bottle, head first, using a pencil to push it into the booze. I set the bottle back, and ran outside to mike's side, to wait for the police, and the ambulance. Well Brian , lived, and recovered. He came back to live with mike, for about seven years. A few years later, while talking on the phone with mike, I had to ask, if he still had that memento of mike, he got quiet for a few seconds, and then said Yes.