for Bboy

An attempt at Bboy's story.  I'm not really sure how to finish it, 
so anybody who wants to, please try...

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	I arrived at the beach excited and restless, ready for ten 
days of sun and surf.  We all checked into the swank hotel our 
reservations were in and headed on down to the heated pool.  It was 
great - lots of mostly naked guys, warm sun, warm pool.  I spent a 
fun evening at the pool and got really really drunk that evening.
	When we decided to head back to the hotel I was still 
pretty gone.  The elevator already had a bunch of giggling sorority 
sluts in it so I waited for the next one while my friends went 
ahead on up.  The next one was empty.  I rode up alone, just trying 
to stay standing.  
	I stumbled to what I thought was our door, and luckily it 
was already unlocked.  The lights were all off, so I just got naked 
and fell into bed next to Joey.

	I awoke the next morning to voices talking and rolled 
over.  My head hurt really bad.  "Oh, shit..." I muttered, and 
opened my eyes.
	The three guys standing looking at me were not my friends.  
I had never seen them before in my life...but wished I had; they 
were hot snatch.  Two were in boxers and one in briefs, and they 
looked as confused as I did.  "Who are you?" they asked.
	"Uh...Sean.  What are you doing in my room?" I replied.  My 
head really hurt.
	"This is our room."
	"What number is it?"
	"1416."
	"Oh, shit."  I lay back, suddenly becoming aware of my 
boner.  "I must have stumbled in here last night.  Man, I'm really 
sorry."  I sat back up to try and hide my morning wood.  I wanted 
to get up and throw some shorts on but didn't want to just be naked 
in front of these guys.
	Fortunately, they seemed to take it well.  The just 
laughed.  "That's okay," the one in the briefs said.  "No harm 
done."  I noticed both of the other two looking me over, so spread 
my legs out a little.  "My name's John."  
	"I'm Eric," said one of the boxer guys.  He was the best 
built of the three, hairless chest, nice face.  Not much of a 
package, though, but he was in boxers.
	"I'm Adam."  He reached out his hand for me to shake it - 
very weak grip, and he glanced down at me.  This one and Eric were 
definitely queer; but I wasn't sure about John yet.
	"Nice to meet you all," I told them, and flexed the muscle 
that made my cock pop up.  
	"Well, I gotta hit the showers," John said to the room, and 
dropped his shorts.  All three of us turned to look.  John had a 
really nice cock, cut, thick even flaccid, shaven bare.  His balls 
seemed nothing to be ashamed of either, nice and large.  He was 
starting to get a woody.
	I decided to make my move.  "Nice dick," I told him.
	John smiled, took it in his hand, and rubbed a little.  It 
got harder and bigger.  "Glad you seem to think so.  Your's doesn't 
look so bad either."
	I pulled the covers back and lay there exposed, my dick now 
fully erect.  "It does fine by me."  John seemed to need no 
invitation to lay down over me and just go to town with his mouth.  
Eric and Adam lay on the bed on either side of me, Adam making out 
with my and Eric just licking and rubbing various parts.  I was in 
heaven, completely forgetting about my hangover.  John gave great 
head and the other two seemed to be doing fine.  I wished they'd 
take off their boxers.
	Finally I just slipped my hand down Eric's shorts and felt 
for his crotch.  Eric tensed up, and when I realized why, I did 
too.  "Dude, where's your dick?" I asked him.  I could feel balls 
and a little scar or something.
	"Shit," John muttered.
	"Ummm..." Eric stammered.  "I had an, uh, accident..."  I 
looked over at Adam's crotch and his lack of a bulge told me Eric 
was lying.  
	"You don't have one either, do you?" I asked Adam.  
	"Uh...no, um, I mean..."
	"Look dude, they had them cut off, okay?"  John sounded a 
little pissed.
	My dick throbbed.  "Why?"
	"They wanted to."
	I looked back at Eric.  "Can...can I see?"  This was so 
bizarre.  For years I'd fantasized about not having a cock, and 
here were two guys who didn't?  What are the odds?
	"Well, okay..." Eric dropped his shorts.  All he had was a 
set of balls hanging down.  Where his cock had been was a small, 
barely visible scar, and when I lifted his balls up I could see 
where he pissed from.  I looked at Adam, same deal.
	"That is so cool."
	"You mean...you're not freaked out by it?" Adam asked.  
	"Hell no.  I've wanted my dick cut off since I was, like, 
thirteen."
	John looked at me and smiled, then started sucking me back 
off.  The other two kicked their now-pointless boxers off and came 
at me with new vigor.  I came almost immediately playing with 
Adam's balls and took Eric's into my mouth, staring cross-eyed at 
his smooth crotch.
	Eric straddled my torso while I sucked on his balls.  I 
felt somebody pull me forward a little and push my legs up, and 
then a dick that could only have been John's penetrate me.  I 
played with Adam's balls with my left hand while John fucked me, 
and then he and Eric switched places a few times.  God, this was 
amazing.  I came again all over Adam's back and then felt John do 
it in me.  I kept sucking at Adam until he spurted cum out his new 
pisshole onto my neck.  He swapped off with Eric and I sucked him 
off until he did the same while John fucked Adam.
	After all that we were all pretty exhausted.  I wiped the 
various globs of cum off me and they hopped in the shower.  I 
needed to go back and join my friends but we promised to hang out 
that night, and John said he'd have a surprise for me.
	I told the beginning of the story to my friends and they 
laughed.  It was a pretty funny story, really.  I just left out the 
part where we all, ya know, fucked each other silly.  We spent the 
day on the beach.   I saw my three lovely neighbors but just waved 
and smiled.
	After dinner I told the guys that I wanted to walk up and 
down the beach some while they headed off to a club somewhere.  
They took off, and once I was sure they were gone, headed next door 
and knocked.  Eric answered the door, swimming trunks on.  He let 
me in and shucked them quickly.  Adam was already naked, as I soon 
was.  John had swim trunks on too.
	"'Sup, Sean?" asked John. 
	"Not too much.  So what's this about a surprise?"
	John dropped his pants.  I gasped.  His dick was gone now, 
too!  He had a small row of tight stiches where it should have 
been.  It must have been done recently; I could still see the 
orange stain of disinfectant.  It wasn't bleeding but looked pretty 
red.
	"What do you think?" he asked me.  
	"You got that done here?" I asked, incredulous.
	"Yeah," Adam answered.  "Eric and I got cut last year."
	"Who...who did it for you?"
	"We can't really tell you that, buddy.  Thought you might 
like the inaugural fuck, though, since my friends here can't do 
much to help me out in that respect."
	"Hell, yeah!"

	The sex that night was even better than that morning, and I 
fell asleep in Adam's arms.  I awoke the next morning to the feel 
of Eric sucking on my cock.  The others awoke soon enough and we 
got to talking (well, all but Eric...).
	"If you really want it gone we can contact the guy again, 
see if he'll do you," John told me.
	"Yes, God, please do!" I implored him.  
	"He'll charge you $500 bucks, though, and he insists on 
keeping it once he cuts it off."
	"No problem.  I brought my credit card.  
	"Well, I'll call him later on.  He's really paranoid about 
being found out, though.  He doesn't want people finding out who he 
is."
	"Okay, no problem," I said.  
	"How about we call him and then you come by around five 
tonight?  We'll tell you what he says."
	"Great."  I left and went to the beach again with my 
friends, my mind filled with thoughts of my cock being removed.  I 
was like a walking boner - I jacked off in the shower and once had 
to excuse myself, find a bathroom on the beach, and wank off in a 
porta-potty.  I was going to miss masturbating, I knew.  Sex would 
be hard, but I didn't care.  I knew I'd probably curse myself later 
but I had to have it done.
	At five I stopped by the boys' room.  "So what's the good 
word?" I asked.
	"He says he'll do you tomorrow.  We're supposed to meet him 
at noon, and you need to bring the five hundred in cash.  You need 
to be shaved, too."
	"Rock on!" I shouted.  
	"What are you doing now?" Eric asked.
	"Me and the guys are getting some food.  I probably ought 
to hang with them tonight...I haven't yet," I remarked sheepishly.
	"That's cool," Adam said.  "We'll see you tomorrow."
	"Gotcha.  Later, guys."
	"Later."

	Day Three I woke up at six, barely able to sleep.  I 
couldn't wait the for the six long hours until noon to pass.  They 
did, albeit slowly.  When I told the guys I had a lunch date with 
some hot chick they congratulated me and wanted to see her.  I 
ended up having to sneak off so they wouldn't follow me around...if 
they knew where I really was I doubted they'd think me such a stud.
	I hit the three's room.  "All ready?" Adam asked me.  I 
nodded.
	We headed to their car and drove inland a little, into the 
city proper.  Once there, Eric held up a blindfold.  "He doesn't 
want anybody knowing who he is.  You understand, right?"
	I was nervous, but said no problem.  They put the blindfold 
on and drove a little more, then led me out of the car and up a 
concrete walk.  I was excited, turned on, and frankly, scared.  I 
heard the guy's voice before seeing him.  "Brought me a nice one, 
did ya boys?  Bring him on in."  They led me in and down a flight 
of stairs.  The air got cooler.
	"You can take that blindfold off now, boy," I heard the man 
say.  He was older, maybe forty or so, looked to be in good shape, 
decent looking for an old guy.  This looked like a basement with no 
windows.  The lights were bright and there was an operating table 
in the center of the room, with a sink and some surgical supplies 
nearby.  "You brought the cash?"
	I handed him five c-notes, which he shoved down his 
pockets.  "Let's see what I got to work with.  Drop your shorts."  
I pulled off my shoes and shirt, then yanked down my shorts.  My 
cock sprang right up.  "Hmmm.  Looks like a nice one.  Hop up here 
on the table."  He patted the table.
	I got up and let him position me on my back, legs spread 
and up in stirrups.  He did what felt like a professional 
examination, telling me what he was doing as he did it.  "You seem 
to be in good shape.  You ready, then?"
	This was it?  I thought there'd be more to it.  I nodded 
yes even so, brushing aside my thoughts that maybe this was all 
crazy.  What was I really doing?  I mean, this guy wanted to cut my 
dick off.  I wanted him to cut my dick off.  Was I nuts?
	As it happened, I didn't have much time to think about it.  
He stuck my groin with a few needles and I went out like a light.

	I woke up a few times and could tell I was being held by 
somebody, then passed out again.  When I finally came to I could 
see the person holding me was John.  We were in his room.  It was 
dark out; the clock read 10:30.
	John stirred and slowly came around.  I sat up, holding my 
aching head.  "What time is it?" John slurred.  
	"Ten thirty."  I threw the sheets back to look at myself.  
A catheter ran out between my legs and a row of neat stitches had 
replaced my cock.  My groin was sore and the slightest movement 
made me want to scream.
	"You want more Perkoset?"
	"Yeah."  Anything would feel better than this.  John got 
up, obviously not feeling wonderful himself, and pulled four pills 
out of a bottle.  We drank 'em down and lay back.
	"So how do you feel?" John asked.
	"Physically or generally?"
	"Well, generally, I guess.  I know you feel like shit 
physically."
	"Kinda good.  I'm glad it's gone."
	"Yeah.  I know what you mean."
	"How long does it take to heal?"
	"The guy said we'd be okay by the end of the week.  No 
heavy lifting or anything like that, but we should be up and 
walking around naturally in three or four days."
	"Shit," I muttered.  What was I going to tell my friends?  
Tonight it wouldn't be hard to just convince them I was fucking 
some slut all day long, but that could only work for so long.  I 
didn't want to risk walking too early and then start bleeding out 
the crotch.  I'd have to make some sort of appearance, but, not 
tonight.
	I lay back in John's arms and rested my head on his chest, 
waiting for the Perkoset to take effect.  Once it did, I managed to 
drift off again into a drug induced sleep.

	I felt a whole lot better the next day.  Adam and Eric 
helped us around a little and down to breakfast.  Eating felt good 
but made me a little queasy.  John said he felt a lot better 
already, but walking was still stiff.  I pissed through the 
catheter for the first time; that was an experience - opening the 
valve, letting go, closing it again.  The muscles to piss were the 
same, it just came out somewhere different.  It didn't really give 
me the nice feeling doing it through my cock always did, either.  
While on the pot I just gazed down at my balls, now alone hanging 
from my groin.
	I went next door and said hey to the guys.  I got a lot of 
ribbing for being gone all day and all night, and when I walked 
funny they came up with an excuse for me: "Sore, huh?"  I just 
smiled and let them make up the details of my sexual escapades with 
some imaginary floozy.  I caught lunch with them and laid out on 
the beach a little.  I made excuses like I was tired or sore or 
whatever, which they seemed to buy.  Midafternoon I stopped in for 
some more Perkoset and ended up with Eric shoving a dildo up my 
ass.  My balls swung freely, and when the plastic tube between my 
legs filled up with pearly white goo I knew that I was pleased with 
my decision - that orgasm was the strongest I think I've ever had.  
	Days passed.  Within a few I felt okay enough to walk 
normally, even run a little.  John and I pulled our catheters out 
and mine only had a little spot of blood.  My crotch looked a lot 
better, now just bruised more than anything.  I felt good enough 
Friday to even go out to a nightclub with my friends, and then come 
back and get fucked again by Eric's dildo.
	Sunday rolled around and it was time to take off.  I said 
goodbye to John and Eric and Adam and we exchanged email addresses 
and stuff, then took the shuttle to the airport and got on the 
plane home.

	It was about a six hour flight.  I was next to Joe, who 
hadn't slept much the night before.  As soon as we were in the air, 
he was out like a light, so mostly I just read boring airplane 
magazines or looked out the window.  He rustled in his seat and I 
glanced down at him.  
	Joe must have been having a good dream judging by the bulge 
in his pants.  Trying to steal surreptitious looks at his crotch 
made me painfully aware of the fact that I'd never have an erection 
again.  For that matter, I was now the only dickless guy I 
knew...it suddenly occurred to me that without others who 
understood (or for that matter, had no cocks either) that my sex 
life would be pretty lonely.  Being both closeted and, well, 
altered, meant that even my clandestine trysts would be a bad idea.
	Looking at his outlined cock made me horny.  I wanted to go 
jack off in the bathroom, but how was I supposed to stimulate 
myself?  I spent the rest of the plane trip unfulfilled.

	When I got home the first thing I did was head to the 
shower and try to get off on the bathroom plunger.  I didn't own a 
dildo or anything, and that was the best I could come up with.  
After a shitload of lube, I could get it to go in and out, but 
feeling it go and watching my balls flop around wasn't all that 
great.  Still, I managed to cum out between my legs from it.  Some 
of the spunk got on my balls; that was a weird feeling.
	As I finished up that last month until summer the plunger 
became my best friend.  I managed to save up some cash (getting my 
dick removed set me way back) and get a dildo the last week of 
school.  It struck me as ironic that I was basically having to save 
up to buy a cock after I'd paid so much to get rid of mine.
	Still, finals week ended at last and I was off home again.  
By this time I had gotten used to not having a cock.  Not having 
much of a bulge was kinda neat, although I didn't show it off 
much.  I did miss human contact, though...the dildo was nice, but 
nothing next to a real dick.

	Summer vacation finally rolled around and I headed home for 
four months, dreading the whole thing.  Normally I liked summer 
vacation - I got to relax some, work a summer job, and fool around 
with Will.  Will and I went to high school together and used to 
jack off together all the time.  I came out to him a few years 
ago.  He was okay with it, and even though he kept claiming he was 
straight, we would fool around some.  I knew he'd want to this 
summer too, but how could I let him know what had happened to me?
	It happened the very first night I got there.  Will brought 
over a porno and whaddaya know but he wanted to get a little 
frisky.  I brushed him off, saying I was really tired from driving 
all day, but I knew that excuse wouldn't get me far.  I kept making 
up more excuses for the remainder of the week, and it seemed he got 
the hint.
	Then one night he stayed over.  I passed out after drinking 
tequila shots (tequila...ughhh...), and woke up in the middle of 
the night to see Will staring at my crotch, my shorts pulled down.  
I jerked involuntarily.  Will leaned back and looked me in the 
face.  "What happened to you?"  He looked more sympathetic than 
anything.
	"Look, Will, um..." Shit.  I had no idea what to say here.  
Telling him I lost it in an accident wasn't going to work.  What 
then?  God, it had been such a stupid thing to do...it seemed like 
a good idea at the time...  I decided to just be straight with 
him.  "I got it done on purpose."
	He looked just plain scared.  "You...you wanted this to 
happen?"
	I sighed.  "Yeah...it...it was a fantasy for a long time, 
and then, when I went to Florida at Spring Break, there was this 
guy who did it for me..."
	Will leaned back.  "But...why?"
	"I don't know."
	He looked at it again.  "Do you still..."
	"Yeah."
	"Man."  We just sat there in silence for a relative 
eternity.  "I guess I can handle that.  I mean, it's really 
bizarre, but..." he shook his head.
	"Just don't tell anybody, okay?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, uh, sure..." he kept staring.  
	I hoped to myself he'd be okay with it.  I was pretty 
pissed off at him already for looking but now that the cat was out 
of the proverbial bag, what was I supposed to do?