As time passed, my company was still one-man, but it got quite successful, so there was enought work for me all the time. I often needed to get up at night (from whichever g/f I've had in the bed then) and work at the computer for long hours, often 20 or even much more, until I finished what needed to be done. Then of course I've had some great sleep, great sex (with an usually impatient girl already) and other fun with my cock. You can imagine that while working, I've often experienced 'intrusive' erections and while handling them was definitelly pleasurable, I've often wished it had an on/off switch.

When I was 23 to 24, the issue was almost unbearable, as I've had erections easily for 7 hours a day. Even my girlfriend (a stable one) was beginning to be negative about it. I've seen some doctors, but they all said - it's not really a medical condition and if you wish, we can try to do something about it, but you'll be risking some damage. I wasn't going to risk any damage, so I kinda learned to live with it. I've found ways to do most things (at home) even with a strong erection, although it sure slows one down. I've even grown to like having my penis erect without doing anyting about it for a long time. Surprisingly, my balls weren't very sore. After some time, I've stopped jacking off completelly (sure took a few tries). I've also had an agreement with my g/f that we'll not have sex for some time. First a week, than two. That was the maximum I could handle and when I saw my g/f in a shower - the wet, hot body with those golden blond hair, my dick said it's not going to just 'stand' there any longer and pop, inside it went... We've then made love for a whole day. Even after a few hours, even when my dick went sore, the erection wouldn't stop. But whatever. It's doing it's job and I wasn't annoyed about it any longer.

One day, in august, when I was 24, I've gotten an urgent business request, which in no way I could complete in time, unless I've had a clone or two. But - what the hell I said, and I took it. I knew it will require me to sleep for maybe 2 hours a day for 7 days, but it was worth it. I supplied myself with coffee and energy drinks and went to work. After three days, I was already exhaused. I've also learned that I've now had an erection for 40 hours, probably because of all the coffein. On day 5, it was even worse, but I went on anyway. It didn't matter much - the hornyness actually got me the needed drive to work faster and more effective. I've already rearanged my workplace, so I had a low chair and high desk, just enough that my cock had enough place when erect (with 8 inches, it was so-so). On that day, my g/f went on some three-day seminar, so I wasn't distracted.

On the evening of day 7, I have actually finished and delivered my work, tired as hell. I wanted to sleep, but even more, I wanted to relieve the strange tension my dick, so I decided to have a quick 'tube polish', the first time after a long time. So I've touched my cock, beginning to rub it gently and after just a few seconds, I've realized it feels funny. Like it was half numb, half sore, with some hot pain inside. Only then I've realized it was erect constatnly for almost a week.

When I turned on the lights, I've learned my penis doesn't even look healthy, the color being something between violet and grey. Attempts to masturbate have failed; there was something wrong.

Well, with the erection in place, I've jumped into the car and went to the ER. When the doctor saw my condition, he wouldn't understand why I haven't come earlier. It's probably not common to have a long erection and not do anyting about it, never mind a week-long one.

The doctors called my condition priapism and have tried to cure it by various means. Some drugs, even some minor surgery, trying to pump the blood out of the penis. For some reason, nothing worked. Apparently, my sleepless week, combined with all the coffein and other crap I've drank and ate, have done something to veins and blood in my penis, voiding all attempts to cure the erection.

It took several hours. I was really falling asleep and hardly listened and understood what is going on. I trusted the doctors will do everything to cure my penis, so I can go home and sleep, so I didn't listen much. I recall one of the doctors talking at me, asking for permission to proceed. I've just said OK, do whatever you need to do, but I need to get a nap. And I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was day and I was lying on a hospital bed, not in the ER anymore. I was a bit dizzy, but finally remembered why I drove there last night. I sat down and saw my scrotum bandaged, no erection. Cool I thought, they've cured my condition, whatever it means.

After a minute, a pair of nurses came to check on me, both with sad faces and tried to comfort me, asking what can they get me. I just thanked and said I'm fine, I'll just rather go home already. Than two doctors came, one of them apparently a headshrinker. The other one checked my pulse, retina reactions etc. and introduced the headshrinker. They said he's going to be available if I need counseling. I didn't understand why is everyone so caring - I mean, I'm totally fine, thanks, I'll drive home.

Than the headshrinker said these words: "I'm happy you're fine, it's not uncommon for men to be disturbed after they have a penectomy."

A what?

Penectomy?

Is that what I think it is?

You mean I...

They assured me. That's what it is. Penis ampuation. This is what they've done to cure my constant erection. Penectomy. This is what the ER surgeon was asking last night. To cut off my dick. That's why two nurses and two doctors came to see me, to comfort me. Because I... I didn't... have... a penis anymore. It was gone. My peeing tube. Not on me. It was somewhere in the trash.

That's some news you don't hear often. And I sure didn't expect it. I'm not sure if I fainted or I was given some medicals, but I don't remember the next few hours.

When I woke up again, I tried to realize what has happened. I have no dick. What's gonna my girlfriend say? Hell, how am I gonna fuck? Or piss? Or... Shower with other guys in the gym? Or...?

A phone ring has interrupted my thoughts. My phone was lying on the table next to my bed. I picked it up. It was my girlfriend. She got back from the seminar and asked what am I doing. I said I just got out at night after finishing my work. She noticed I sound weird and asked if everything is all right. Sure, I said, everything is great, I just had some drinks and am still quite tired and dizzy. Than I hang up.

I had to laugh. I just told my girl everything is OK. Yeah, everything except my prick, which is gone. But that's news you don't want to share over phone. I'll find a way to tell her... Later. Somehow.

The nurse came to check on me. I've asked what exactly happened and what am I gonna supposed to do next. She told me I've only had 'minor' surgery (yeah right), removing 'only' the penis shaft, leaving the the root and a small stump. The rest was damaged beyond repair and was threatening infection, so it had to go. I've got a cathether in place and can pee normally. If I want, I can have a reroute later, but that wasn't necessary for an emergency operation.

She also said I can drive home, I just need to have some rest and preferably not walk. When my doctor came back, I signed some stuff and was released.

My g/f didn't take the news very well. For a month or so (after my wound healed) she was OK with oral and fingering, and really tried to make me cum (it worked a few times, but was really hard to do), but than announced this is not for her and left.

I've than had a few rough months. Without a woman, I couldn't get sexual relief. Rubbing my little stump by myself just didn't work. I always got soooo close to relieving, but I couldn't get pass the right point. I bought and tried a million of sex toys and massaged my balls all the time. I banged my stump against soft and hard things, rubbed every part of my body to achieve an orgasm. Every day, week after week, I tried and tried. 7 months, no orgasm, only always being so much fucking close. I banged my head against the wall dozens of time. I cried. I could only forget about my problem while work-out, or some work, if I concentrated (I didn't do much, to say at least). I so much needed a female to caress me and relieve me. But, as you can imagine, I just coulnd't get out, date a woman, then tell her I don't have a penis. I would be ashamed even with a prostitute, even if it was in another state.

In the meantime, I've had some check-ups with my urologist. The doctor had a really nice nurse. Her name is Nell, she is beautiful, caring and young (a year younger than me). I used to be embarassed when she saw my stump, but she was just so nice that I got used to it after a few visits. What you don't know yet, I kept having my old-style, long lasting erections (it seems this part of my penis wasn't damaged at all), only of course, they were not visible on the outside, except of the hardening of my tiny stump. So basically only I knew about them.

Well the thing is, I always got an erection, while thinking about or seeing Nell. Every time I was I was at the doctor's office and Nell was there, I felt even more sexual urge than usually. Crap, what a beautiful, amazing babe! Lovely face, raven black hair, body of a godess. Possibly the most beautiful woman I've known. Well OK, I was under influence of my involuntary celibate, but still, this is a babe I would LOVE to date, and kiss, and have intense sex with. Bang her all night until she would scream. But... Oh yeah. Right. I don't have a penis. No fun for me. Not with Nell, not with any other woman. Ever. I only got to go home after the visit and scream of despair.

But as it turned out, Nell liked me as well. And she definitelly knew I would love to ask her out, were it not of my handicap. Well one day, I was the last patient for the day and after we were done with my check-up, we had time to talk. We learned a lot abut each other and time just passed as we talked. When it was really time to go, I collected all my of my remaining courage and I asked her out. She agreed.

It's been 5 years now. Me and Nell have a great relationsthip. When I started dating her, she was a virgin. She says she was waiting for the 'right one'. For me. She doesn't mind I don't have a cock, we still have great sex, oral and fingers. We are also having normal sex, with my stump rubbing against her clit, basically just like normal penetration. I always reach orgasm when she caresses me, and the same goes for her. Even though I'm cockless, she is rather sumissive, which I really like. I have all my confidence back and feel like a man.

What hasn't changed, is my constant erection issue. Actually, it's getting worse and I can be hard for most of the day. The difference, of course, is that with my cock gone, I'm not bothered physically. I can do whatever I want, even run and jog without being bothered by a penis. Just imagine - walking on the street, with a strong erection, being able to stand freely, with trousers not in the way, without fear of schoolgirls giggling and pointing at you. It's great and if I still had a penis, I would definitelly want to have it cut off. It's just so much better. And with Nell's help, I can cum whenever I want. So what the hell would I need a dick for?

Nell and I have learned that many women would not mind having a guy with no prick (and definitelly not after Nell has a talk with them, describing how satisfying can sex be - you know, women are chatty). She also casually interrogates men in the doctor's office and often they confess they are sometimes bothered by the hanging/erect thing. But of course, hardly anyone would risk getting it off, not for a million dollars. It's not that the penis is so important. Guys would be just afraid of the life without it.

Well, don't worry. It's great. Share your thoughts with your siginificant other. You'll both likely to realize that penis is not needed for your relationship and only a annoyance to you. Then, get the word out. Maybe once we (you) will be able to just go in a doctor office, request to have your penis removed and have it done. The world needs to know - the penis is a thing of the past, like an appendix. And unlike a tatoo, such a mod is actually useful.

It gets better. Without my penectomy, I wouldn't have met my future wife. Yep, I proposed just last week. She agreed.