"The machine takes pictures of your dick before and after it trims it. I'll show you how to get them. It has a ruler right beside your dick. You can see exactly how long it was before and after."

"That's great." The machine had taken pictures of my dick from all four sides and from the end. I was very happy to have the pictures.

About a week later, I was called into the principal's office. I thought I was in trouble. Mr. Radish said, "Relax, you are not in trouble. I have good news for you. Your old town, Red Bluff, has started having strip poker like we do here. You have been selected to go there and talk to the boys about how you like having a headless dick. We will pay you 500 dollars. We will pay your mother 200. What do you think?"

I had wondered why my counselor had asked me how I liked my stump. Then I knew. I said, "I'd love it but Mom will never let me. She hates the game."

"I already talked to your mother. She agreed to let you go. You will leave Friday night with three other boys and a chaperone. You'll give the talk Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon. The train ride is only 90 minutes. You will have plenty of time to meet your old friends." I wondered how he convinced Mom to let me go.

Lloyd was one of the boys. They probably picked him because he is so beautiful. I didn't know the other two boys. They were both gorgeous but not as good-looking as Lloyd.

Ralph was a black boy. He had a beautiful wide smile with incredibly white teeth. He was muscular and his rounded butt stuck out a little. I wanted to fuck that butt. His hair was in a medium length Afro. Many black boys shave their heads. Shaved heads look better on blacks than they do on whites. I think he looked a lot better in an Afro than he would with a shaved head.

Lee was Asian. He had straight black hair. His features were very delicate and he was really thin. His arms and legs were like pipes. I liked the exotic shape of his eyes.

Our chaperone talked to us on the train. He said, "Don't tell the boys about the way the rules are going to change. Avoid telling them about boys who are completely dickless, and don't tell them about the butt-fuck machine. We don't want to scare them."

Giving the talk was fun. We told the boys about the advantages of having headless dicks. Then we took off our clothes. All of us had boners. I noticed that Lee had so little body fat that I could see all the muscles in his belly. Even the muscles in his sides were visible. He looked great. I decided I would try to eat a little less and exercise more. I wanted to have abs like his.

We stayed on the stage for a few minutes. Then, we walked around among the boys so that they could see our stumps up close. I let the boys touch my stump. I almost came a couple of times.

Showing the boys my stump, was even better than talking about it. The boys' eyes got real wide. Most of them had boners. I wished they were naked too so that I could see their boners and not just the tents in their clothes.

The boys asked a lot of questions. Did it hurt to be trimmed? Can you still jack off? Does it still feel good to jack off? Is it harder to pee with a stump? They seemed to be reassured by our answers.

After the talk, I met with some of my old friends. We talked for a long time. David asked, "Do you really like having a headless dick, or did you just say what they wanted you to say?"

"I really do."

"Why?"

"Like I said at the meeting, it's way easier to get fucked. I like the way it looks. If I get a boner, it isn't so obvious 'cause my stump is two-and-a-half-inches shorter than my full dick was."

David said, "I was going to stop playing when they changed the rules. Now I think I will play some more. I can use the money. If I do lose part of my dick, it won't be that bad. It might even be good if I can get fucked more."

"Did you lose your dick-head all at once or a little bit at a time?" Clint asked.

"The first time I played, I lost 20 percent, of my dick. I still had a little bit of my dick-head. The next time I lost 10 percent. My dick-head was completely gone. That's all I've lost."

"Why did you play again after you lost 20 percent?"

"A headless dick looks better than one with a head. It looks a lot better than a dick with a little bit of a head. Also, I like the money and the excitement."

We talked some more. Then I took them one-by-one into a sex room and had them fuck me. After the sixth one, my butt got sore and I got tired. I went back to the hotel room Lloyd and I shared. The other boys were disappointed. I told them I would probably let them fuck me the next day.

I got fucked four times on Sunday. Then, I got sore again. Some boys hadn't gotten to fuck me. I told them that maybe they could take the train to my place on the weekend sometime. They could stay overnight in my room.

Lloyd and the other boys didn't know anyone in Red Bluff. They got a lot of fucking anyway. We all said we wished we would get picked again for another town. After I got on the train for the trip home, I got Ralph alone and said, "I want to fuck your beautiful butt."

He said, "I wanted you to fuck me as soon as I saw you. I didn't ask because I thought you were a bottom."

"I'm not always a bottom." I had to pay five dollars for a sex room on the train. It was smaller than the free ones in town.

Ralph was a good fuck. After I finished, I asked, "You want to fuck me now?"

"I am always a bottom. You'll always be a bottom if you lose much more of your cock." I wasn't too disappointed. My butt was still a little sore.

I said, "Let's fuck frequently while I still can." He agreed and we exchanged email addresses. I got tired of fucking him before my stump got too short.

Next Saturday, we played again. This time, six of us were playing. Both Sean and Lloyd played. Mike said, "If we play with six guys, we will all probably win more money but most of us will lose more of our dicks."

"Why is that?" Jeff asked.

"Because we have to play until all of us are naked. With six of us, we have eight more clothes to lose. That's at least eight more hands."

Jeff replied, "That makes sense."

I said, "That's fine with me." All the guys agreed. I think we all wanted to be dickless so that we could use the butt-fucking machine twice a week and 'cause tops love dickless guys.

This time, Jeff lost 30 percent which left him with 30 percent. I lost 20 percent which left me with 50 percent. Mike lost 20 percent and had 20 percent left. Peter also lost 20 percent so he had 30 percent left. Lloyd was disappointed to lose only 10 percent which left him with 30 percent. Sean was very disappointed to not lose anything.

He said, "I wanted real bad to be dickless but I still have 10 percent. It sucks like a super powered vacuum cleaner. What the hell good is a tenth of a dick? I can't fuck with it. I can't pee standing up with it. I can't jack off with it. It doesn't even feel that good to have somebody suck on it."

Mike said, "Next time we should all wear ten clothes. That way we'll win more money and have a better chance of losing a lot of our dicks'."

I said, "Why don't we all wear twelve?"

"Ten is the most we can wear and eight is the least," Jeff said.

Sean asked, "What two other clothes can we wear?"

Mike answered, "We can all wear a jacket or a sweater and a bandanna or scarf."

"I don't have a bandanna or a scarf and it'll be too hot for a sweater or jacket," Sean protested.

"We don't really have to wear ten garments. We can all carry two extra socks in our pockets and tell the computer we have ten. It'll never know we are only wearing eight," I said.

Sean said, "I'm gonna carry three extra socks and not wear an undershirt. I'll be cooler that way."

Jeff said, "Using extra socks is a great idea. Let's also try to get more guys to play. The more guys, the more money we'll win and the more tenths of our dicks we'll lose. Too bad eight is the maximum number. Just think of how many tenths we could lose if we could have ten or twelve guys."

"I don't think of it as losing part of my dick anymore. I think of it as winning a shorter stump or no stump at all," Lloyd said. "If we get eight guys and play with ten clothes, most of us could be dickless four weeks from now. Won't that be great?" We all agreed.

"I might be the only guy who isn't dickless next month. I'll have to find other guys to play with," I said sadly.

Sean said, "I'm gonna keep playing until my dick and both balls are gone. I want to be completely smooth."

"But, if you lose your balls, you'll get fat and weak," Mike said.

"No, I won't. When you lose your last ball, you can get hormone patches with almost as much boy hormones as you had when you had one ball. I talked to Dr. M. He said I probably won't notice the difference. If I start to get fat, he can give me other hormones to keep me thin. I know I'll look real good smooth and I'll be way more popular with the tops than dickless boys are."

Mike said, "I still don't want to lose my balls." I agreed. So did all the other boys except Lloyd. He didn't say anything. He seemed to be thinking about it.

I got an email from David. He wrote, "I lost 10 percent of my dick a few days ago. I was the first boy in town to get trimmed. I was a little upset until I showered with other guys. All the gay guys wanted to fuck me. It was great. I think I'll keep playing until my dick-head is completely gone because it'll look better. Thank you for convincing me to keep playing. The game is really exciting when you know you might lose part of your dick. I love it."

Three weeks later, we all went to a meeting. The meeting had four boys with no dicks, and no balls, or sacks. They told us how much they loved being smooth. All of them said that the tops were crazy about them. Not waking up with a boner that made it hard to pee was another advantage they mentioned. They said that after their dicks were completely gone, their butt-holes got more sensitive. Sex was better than ever for them. The boys took off all their clothes.

They looked good all smooth. Real good. All the smooth-boys stayed on the stage for a few minutes. Then, they walked around the room so that we could see them up close. One of them stopped right in front of me. He said, "You want to touch my smooth place?"

I was very excited. My stump was as hard as a rock and I couldn't talk. I nodded. "Go ahead," he said. I stroked him lightly with my fingertips. He really liked it. The boy practically purred like a cat. The smooth-guy said, "I can cum just from boys stroking or licking me. It's way better than sex with my cock was. I don't have to get anything hard."

He looked at the bulge in my pants. He asked, "How much of your cock do you have left?"

"Fifty percent," I managed to say. I was a little embarrassed to have that much.

"Why so much?"

"I've played every time I could. I didn't move here until more than eight months after they started having strip poker here. They didn't have it in my old town. We get to play again next week. We're going to have eight guys and wear ten garments. We'll have a good chance to win shorter stumps. Most of my group will probably be completely dickless next week. I'll probably have to play one or two more times. I can't wait to be dickless. I wish we could play every week."

"That's a good plan. I couldn't wait either. We never played with eight guys and ten clothes. Too bad I didn't think of it. I could have been smooth a month or two earlier."

Maybe being smooth wouldn't be that bad, I decided. We talked after the meeting. All the guys but Mike agreed that being smooth wouldn't be a problem. I thought he would change his mind, if the rest of us got smooth.

On Monday Sam came up to me in the school library. He said, "You still want to have sex?"

"Very much." We arranged to meet that night in the gay room. I was afraid he might change his mind but he was there when I arrived. We went into a sex room and he fucked me.

He kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you. It was much better than I thought it would be." We rested for about five minutes. Then he said, "I want you to fuck me now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It wouldn't be fair if you didn't. Besides, I might like it. I tried a vibrator up my butt and it felt good."

I put a condom on my stump and a glove on my right hand. I lubed them real good. Using my fingers, I very slowly loosened his butt-hole. When he was really loose, I slowly inserted my stump. I knew it was his first time so I was very gentle.

He didn't say anything after I pulled out. I asked, "How was it?"

"It was OK but not nearly as good as the other way. I don't think I'll do it again."

"That's good."

"Why?"

"Because, soon my stump won't be big enough."

Then I asked, "Why did you decide to have sex? Did you decide that you are bi and not straight?"

"I'm still straight. I decided that having sex with a really good guy who likes me was better than waiting for a girl I will probably never get. You might be the only person that ever wants to have sex with me."

Tears welled up in his eyes. I held him very tightly and said, "I hope with all my heart that you will find a girl who will love you for the wonderful person you are. If you don't, know that I will always love you. I will always be here for you. I know you are straight. I will not try to hold onto you if you find a girl."

"I wish I was gay. Then we could get married and live together forever." That was the first time I had ever heard a straight guy say he wanted to be gay.

I noticed that he was hugging me with just his good arm. I said, "Hey, I want a full hug, not a half hug."

He hugged me with both arms and said, "Doesn't my little arm bother you?"

"No. It's part of you. I love all of you." He got a big, blissful smile on his face.

Three weeks after we first had sex, Sam invited me to eat at his place and stay overnight. It was on a Friday. Mom doesn't let me sleep over when there is school the next day. It was the first time I met Sam's parents.

At dinner, Mrs. Black fussed over me a lot. It was kind of embarrassing. She talked about how happy Sam was now. She said he talked about me constantly. When she commented on my volunteering at the elementary school, I told her how Sam tutored other kids. I don't think she knew.

Things were going well until Mrs. Black asked, "You spend a lot of time together. What do you do?"

Sam said, "We have sex together at least six times a week. It's great."

I was so startled, I choked and milk squirted out of my nose. I coughed several times and took a big drink of water.

Mrs. Black said, "Don't worry Stan. I'm not upset. I'm happy that Sam has someone to make love to. I was afraid he would never find someone. Having sex with another person is wonderful. Masturbation is good but it's just not the same."

Sam said, "Mom!" in a whiny voice. I knew he was embarrassed.

Mr. Black looked at me sternly and said, "Are you taking advantage of Sam? Are you penetrating him and not letting him penetrate you?"

"I have fucked him dozens of times. He fucked me only once when I asked him to. I didn't like it that much so we didn't do it again," Sam said. He was a little angry.

Mrs. Black asked, "Is that OK with you Stan?"

"I'm a bottom. I prefer being, uh, being penetrated."

Mrs. Black said, "Well that's OK then." She looked at Mr. Black and continued, "Isn't it Walter?"

"I suppose so. Sam, I thought you were straight."

"I am. Stan is the only person who wants to have sex with me. I've asked dozens of girls. None of them will even go on a date with me. Many of them were nasty about it." He glanced at his little arm and looked sad. I touched his little arm and said, "Everyone in the world should want to have sex with you. You're a wonderful person." All three of them smiled at me.

After dinner, when we went to Sam's bedroom, Mrs. Black said, "Don't worry about making noise when you have sex. I'll turn the TV up. Walter and I won't hear anything."

Sam said, "Mom, you're embarrassing Stan."

After we were in his room, with the door closed, I said, "Your mom is great. My mom would freak if she thought I was gonna have sex in her house. You really surprised me when you told her we have sex. Now I know why. I see you have a pull-up bar."

"Yeah. Dad got it for me." He jumped up, grabbed it with his right hand and did ten quick pull-ups. He didn't use his little left arm at all. I went over to it and grabbed it with just my right hand. I was only able to do two pull-ups with one arm.

We had sex, watched TV for two hours and had sex again. When we woke up in the middle of the night, we did it again. In the morning, we had sex yet again. Sam surprised me by how often he could do it. As a bottom, it was easy for me.

After breakfast, Sam said, "Let's go to my room and listen to music."

When he turned on the music, I noticed he had a bulge in his shorts. I said, "You want to have sex again?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We had sex so many times last night and this morning. I didn't want to wear out my welcome."

"Your dick will always be welcome in my butt. If I'm too tired or don't have time, I'll tell you. When you want to fuck me, please tell me."

"OK." Sam took longer to cum this time. I think he was getting a little tired. I liked it even more than the other times.

Before I left, Mrs. Black said, "I hope you can sleep here again soon. Maybe you could come over early every morning and have sex before school. I hope you boys will come here to have sex. Sam's room is nicer and a lot bigger than the town sex rooms. I know the sex rooms are safe but I would worry less if Sam was here." I wondered if she heard us in the middle of the night and in the morning.

Mr. Black took me into his home office. He said, "I apologize for the way I acted last night. I'm a little over protective with Sam. He has had people pretend to be his friend because they wanted him to do their homework or help them cheat on tests. I didn't believe that you could be as good a person as Sam said you were. I checked and you are even better than Sam said. Not only do you help with the elementary school basketball team and read to young children, you give boys individual basketball lessons on Saturday and Sunday."

I was feeling a little uncomfortable. I said, "Sam spends just as much time tutoring as I do helping kids with basketball. The subjects he tutors are more important than sports."

"Sports are just as important as academics. They teach children teamwork, cooperation and leadership. I wish Sam would do some sports. He wouldn't need two good arms to run track or play soccer. Sam really looks up to you and you're the captain of the basketball team. Maybe you can convince him to play sports."

"I'll try but I think he's afraid people will stare at his arm."

"Well, do your best. Please come around as often as you can. You make Sam very happy."

After that, I went to Sam's place before and after school every day for sex. I rarely had sex with anyone else. After our Monday afternoon sex, I said, "Let's go jogging around eight. It'll be cool by then. We can have sex in the shower afterwards."

Sam looked uncomfortable. He said, "I don't know."

I said, "It'll be pretty dark by then. Nobody will see your arm. You can wear one of my old sweatshirts. The sleeves will cover your hands. If anyone sees you, they'll think you're wearing your older brother's too big sweatshirt." I was relieved when he agreed.

His shower was smaller and more crowded than I thought it would be. He said, "I can't fuck you here."

"Why not?"

"You're too tall. My dick won't reach your butt-hole."

"I didn't think of that. It's too small in here for me to get on my hands and knees. We'll have to use your bed instead."

When Sam put on his condom, he handed me one and said, "You wear one too."

"Why?"

"Your cum gets all over the sheets. I don't want to have to change them again today."

"That makes sense. Maybe we should put down a towel in case it comes off my little stump. It's down to 30 percent now."

We went jogging almost every evening. After a week, he stopped wearing the sweatshirt.

To be continued.

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