I am a penis amputee

When I first began to plan the deed, I don't recall. But as I grew into a man, I knew it had to fall.

You see, since I was just a lad my cock had pleased me so. My mommy told me it was bad, and that it had to go. She often said, "Let's cut that off! Then you won't tempted be!"But then she'd always put it off. "Next time", she'd say, "You'll see!" So every time my thing got stiff, I'd find a place to hide and play with it, almost as if I wouldn't if I tried! ! I knew that I was doing wrong.

But I could not resist the feeling when it came along, to take it in my fist! I masturbated more and more, it seemed like every day! Sometimes my little thing got sore because of so much play!

Each session ended much the same: satisfied, but shamed! That's the way, at last, I came

my peter to be blamed. I knew that it was not my fault; my peter was the cause! My nasty habit I could halt if it was not The Boss! My mommy's voice was in my head. I could not shut it off. Each time I played I thought it said that I should cut it off! The birthdays came; the birthdays went. As to my teens I got, my peter grew and became bent. It worried me a lot! Like a banana it was shaped! From all I kept it hid! It's shame now could not be escaped - because of what I did. I never had been circumcised. My foreskin was my ruin. The feelings I so highly prized came from my foreskin's doin'! .Perhaps, thought I, if it were sewn so it could not be slid up-and-down, when all alone, of my shame I'd be rid! While it was soft ( I made a plan) with needle sharp and thread, I'll sew the end shut, if I can, imprisoning it's head! That way, the foreskin could be used for good instead of sin! No longer could it be abused with it's "head" fastened in.

When I look back, I laugh a bit at how naive I was. Fifteen years old, I must admit, does not consider cause! I didn't dare tell anyone of what I planned to do. To sacrafice my sinful fun, I had to carry through. With needle sharp and strong black thread, I prepared to proceed. I went and hid out in the shed and there I did the deed! Although it stung, and really hurt, I pulled the stitches tight! Between the stitches I could squirt, so I could piss all right. The day went by without event. Each time my cock arose, the stitches hurt, so down it went, just as I had supposed. Bedtime came, and I retired. For once, I could not jerk! I could not do what I desired; my foreskin wouldn't work! Feeling smug, I went to sleep. My dreams came all the same. A flacid cock just would not keep, so up the hard thing came! Although I was not full awake, I felt the stitiches made to pull much more than they could take - the thread cut like a blade. The head popped free. The skin curled back, now cut in several strips. From bed I slipped; my cock went slack as blood appeared in drips.

It took some time for that to heal. My peter sure was sore. For playing, it had no appeal at least a month or more! I thought perhaps that I was cured; that I could now behave! But soon it could not be endured, I was, again, it's slave! More birthdays went, more birthdays came. The time went flying by. My peter I gave all the blame and tried to satisfy. So sure that my ‘banana-cock' could never be of use for normal fucking, the meat-block I knew I'd have to choose! But yet nature has it's way; girls in the neighborhood invited me to come and play! I wondered if I could! A pretty girl whose name was Ann enticed me into bed, to prove to her I was a man,

she felt my cock and said, "That feels like something I'd enjoy, but never have I tried! Why don't you be a naughty boy and slip this thing inside my cunt, which is so hot and wet that I can hardly breathe!" My cock was hard as it could get, I scarcely could believe.

She turned over on her back, and spread her legs apart. I placed my hard cock on her crack and felt it's round head start to enter. It was wet and slick! She made an upward thrust!. Into her cunt slid my whole prick! I thought my balls would bust! She wrapped her legs around my butt and strained with all her might! Lightning flashed up through my gut as her cunt gripped me tight! She moved just twice, and off I went! Her cunt filled with my juice! Though I suddenly felt spent, she would not turn me loose! That time, I don't think, was her first -but it was surely mine! I found out what I'd feared the worst would actually work fine. Two more times she made me cum; each time, she climaxed, too! My sticky goo ran down her bum! My cock, now limp, was through. That's how my fucking days began which really changed my life. That is why I married Ann, and really loved my wife!

Ann loved to fuck and so did I. At least once every day, we'd both undress and then we'd try to do it every way! Her belly soon began to swell because of our first tryst. When it got big, I knew full well, I'd be back to my fist! But now I knew the greater thrill, I'd not be satisfied with solo pleasure though I still enjoyed it on the side. The weeks went by; turned into months, and so the time arrived my cock no longer reached her cunt, no matter how we strived! Two months to go until the birth and then a month of waiting! For two long weeks, for what it's worth, I got by masturbating. Then I began to get real steamed! I know, in retrospection, that no matter how it seemed, I took the wrong direction! I searched around the neighborhood; on my mind was seduction. One of Ann's friends, who understood, thought it no big production. I knew it was a mortal sin but my cock was demanding. Sweet Margo's cunt it soon was in beyond my under-standing. My conscience I would mollify by going to confession. To end the sin, I did not try;

it became an obsession. Margo taught me some new ways to make sex more entreating. From her I learned, while in a daze, that cunt is good for eating. You, dear reader, might suppose that I enjoyed my scheming. Not at all; the path I chose soon had my conscience screaming!

Now I knew that I was lost! To hell, I'd bought my ticket! The final bridge I surely crossed when in her cunt I'd stick it! Sweet Annie waited unaware that I had fucked another. She thought that I would wait for her while she became a mother. So at last, nine months went by.

‘Twas time for Ann's delivery. Her water broke. I heard her cry. It made me feel all shivery!

I bundled her into the car and drove to the hospital. The nurse said, "she is really far! Just wait here for a little. We will get her all prepared; her doctor we will summon." What I heard next just made me scared - "Get Set!! The Baby's comin' !" The next few hours are all a blur; just rushing and commotion! Then I heard, "Too late, for her!