Their shared penectomy fantasy brought them together. Will making it a reality be the start for the next phase of these two young lovers lives?

Paul, aka, Useless_Member, had been online for a couple of hours. The EA chat room was pretty slow tonight. He’d briefly chatted with a couple of guys looking for some castration/dom play, a woman who was looking for a guy who wanted to some CBT play, and the usual assortment of conversations that started off great, but then ended when the other person signed off abruptly.

The penectomy channel had been very quiet. Other then the moderator, there hadn’t been anyone else in it for the last hour. It was getting late (or early depending how you looked at it). As much as he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, Paul didn’t feel like hanging around here anymore.

He yawned, stretched, and scratched his crotch. It felt a little rough, meaning he’d need to shave again soon. He played with his dick for a bit, but as he wasn’t all that interested, it didn’t get hard. And flapping a flaccid phallus around was only so fascinating. If he could work himself up to a decent hard on, he’d jerk off then go to bed.

Just as he was getting ready to log out, someone new entered the penectomy room. TakeIt_or_LeaveIt had instantly jumped into a private chat with him. Not expecting it to go much past the opening greetings, Paul decided to stick around.

They said hello, how’s it going, and the usual opening chit chat. They both had an interest in having their dicks cut off. It was more fantasy then anything for both of them. Just like Paul, TakeIt_or_LeaveIt jerked off two or three times a day. TakeIt_or_LeaveIt was supposedly a 30 year old 6’2”, 180 lb, broad shouldered black guy from Toronto, Ontario (Canada) with a 7.5” uncircumcised dick, with medium sized balls.

Paul tended to be doubtful when the other guy described himself like something from one of the fantasy stories. Then again, Paul figured other guys probably thought the same thing about him. Even though he really was a 27 year old 6’0”, 200 lb, muscular white guy, with no body hair from the neck down, and a 5.25” thick, cut dick and low hanging balls. The only lie he told was that he was from Calgary, Alberta while he was really from London, Ontario.

They chatted about some of their fantasies for an hour, then TakeIt_or_LeaveIt said he had to sign off for the night. He asked Paul if he had an email address so they could chat more. Paul gave him the one he’d set up just for this purpose, and called it a night. He never expected to hear from TakeIt_or_LeaveIt again.

The next morning, after he’d gotten up and had a coffee, Paul checked his various email accounts. In his Useless_Member account was an email from TakeIt_or_LeaveIt. Apparently TakeIt_or_LeaveIt’s name was really Mick, and he really was interested in talking some more.

A dozen e-mails and chat sessions later, they’d gotten to know quite a lot about one another. They were both gay, single, into sports. Like Paul, Mick liked being a normal guy and resisted giving in to the usual gay stereotypes. While out of the closet since their late teens, neither was entirely comfortable making their sexual preference known to friends and colleagues. They’d had interesting talks on politics, religion, pop culture and everything in between.

Despite his usual pessimism and distrust of people online, Paul began to eagerly await new emails from Mick. Several times they’d spent hours chatting online. Even though he knew it was too good to be true, Paul decided he wanted to meet Mick face to face. He came clean about living in London, Ontario. Mick understood, admitting that he too lived in London. Which set off an alarm in Paul’s head that this was all bullshit. He was falling for a guy who didn’t exist.

The location was picked, and the date was set. A Tim Horton’s coffee shop across from Victoria Park. Paul arrived first. He was sure it was going to be a let down, so he hadn’t bothered to really dress up. A new pair of jeans that hugged his ass, but left something to the imagination in the front. A tight white T-shirt that you could see his abs through. (Hey, he’d been working on this body since he was a fat seventeen year old and he had every reason to show it off.) Also visible through the T-shirt was the tribal tattoo that covred the left half of his torso, and all of his left arm. Most telling of all that he wasn’t expecting anyone to show up were the worn-in sandals he’d worn instead of shoes.

Ten minutes after the agreed upon time, Paul knew he’d been stood up. Despite everything he told himself, he still felt disappointed and sunk down into his seat. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and let out a sigh.

A tall, thin, young black guy walked in and up to the counter. His jeans were a little on the baggy side, so it was hard to see what was under then. Same with the short-sleeve shirt he had on, which only revealed his broad shoulders and some definition in the chest. He had a cute face. A really cute face. A wide, toothy smile too. There was something innocent yet playful about the almond shaped brown eyes. It wasn’t onlly that this guy looked maybe 25 (at best), Paul knew it couldn’t be Mick. Even if Mick showed, fate wasn’t that kind that it’d send someone as cute as this Paul’s way.

The black guy took his coffee and looked around. Paul’s heart nearly leapt into his throat when the cute black guy walked over to him. “Paul?” he asked, in a smooth, deep voice.

“Yeah,” Paul’s voice cracked a little. “I take it you’re Mick?”

“Yeah.” Mick sat down and shook his head, a big grin on his face. “I figured if you were for real and you did show up, you’d be some creepy fat guy in his sixties.”

“I didn’t think you were real at all,” Paul admitted. “And when I saw you come in, I though there was no way in hell you’d be this good looking.”

From there they decided to take their coffees and go for a walk in the park. Chatting face to face was even better then they had expected. Mick hadn’t expected Paul to be quite so conservative in his tone and mannerisms. Paul hadn’t expected Mick to be quite so animated. They made a good pair, much to their mutual pleasure.

A year later, they were not only still together, Mick had moved in with Paul. Their sex life had been fantastic. Paul had never had a partner who not only could keep up with him, but could actually wear him out. The typical day would start with an energetic round of sex, and they’d have another when they both got home from work. And at least once more before bed. Pretty soon it just got to the point where they didn’t bother wearing any clothes in the apartment to save time.

That wasn’t to say that all they did was screw. They watched TV and movies, cooked meals together, cleaned, did all the normal couple things. Only in the nude. They each had their times when one wasn’t in the mood, leaving the other to pleasure themselves.

The second time they’d had sex, Mick introduced Paul to the fun of using a dildo. This was done under the pretense that maybe someday that’s all they’d have. While the penectomy fantasy was something they still both shared, it hadn’t been then central theme of their sex life. And only once had they ever seriously talked about it.

A week after the first anniversary of their first face to face date, they were spending a quiet evening at home. Paul was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, reading a fitness magazine. Mick crashed onto the couch beside him.

He ran a hand over Paul’s smooth abs, knowing each curve and bump so well he could draw them in his sleep if he wanted too. He loved that Paul kept his body completely smooth. Something none of his previous boyfriends had ever done. And other then his groin, it wasn’t something Mick did either (partly for a lack of any serious amounts of body hair.) While he was more milk chocolate then dark chocolate in color, against Paul’s incredibly white skin Mick looked almost jet black. He smiled at the memory of the first few times they’d been together naked, and how Paul’s muscular body had intimidated him. Now he enjoyed the almost opposite appearances of their builds.

Mick’s hand found it’s way to Paul’s soft dick. Soft, it was a thin four inches long. Perfect for playing with and flapping around a bit. He rubbed it, flipped it back and forth, and massaged it’s downstairs neighbours. After a few minutes it started to grow thicker. Eventually it started to harden, and with some more playing it grew only a little more to its full, thick five and one quarter inches.

The dick hanging between Mick’s legs had sprung to full attention the second he touched Paul’s staff, slapping up against his completely flat, smooth stomach as it did. Mick used his free hand on his slender seven and a half while slowly moving his other up and down Paul’s thick five and a quarter.

“I was thinking,” Mick said in a casual tone, as if he wasn’t playing with a dick with each hand. “Remember the first fantasy chat we had?”

Paul set his magazine aside, and turned his torso to face Mick. “Yeah,” he said equally casual, despite the effect Mick’s expert touch was having on him. “We were laying side by side as we cut our dicks off. Then had one hell of a play session with them after.”

“Remember a few months ago we got talking about how we’d really pull it off?”

“Yeah,” Paul said. He remembered clearly because it was the only time they ever took their fantasies seriously. Other then the danger of doing it themselves, they’d actually worked out all the logistics of doing it.

“I was talking with my friend Justin yesterday,” Mick said, seeming to go off topic. “He’d been called in to do an unusual surgery. This guy, around our age, had been brought in by his friends. They worked some construction on a new builidng, something like ten stories up. They’d dared this guy to stick his dick through a hole in a steel girder.”

Paul started to groan a little, the combination of knowing where this story was going and the way Mick had started increasing his jerk off tempo. “The guy does,” Mick went on. “Of course, as soon as he does he gets a boner. Naturally his dick gets stuck. They tried and tried to pull him free, but it wasn’t working. Finally, after half an hour, and getting reamed out by their supervisor, this guy decided he’d had enough. He was too embarrassed to let anyone call for help. So he picks up a circular saw sitting nearby.”

Knowing Paul was on the verge of shooting, Mick slowed down again, and kept his hand away from the large red mushroom at the end of Paul’s hard on. “The guy cut his dick off with a power saw?” Paul asked.

“Yep,” Mick confirmed. “The guy falls free, and his dick plummets ten stories to the concrete below. Splat!” He squeezed both his own and Paul’s dick for emphasis. “So dickless and what’s left of his dick are brought in. A team of surgeons spent hours trying everything they could to reattach it. Finally they gave up.”

Mick started working just the underside of Paul’s mushroom cap, instantly getting a few pleasure moans out of him. “After that long, they’d had enough, so Justin was called in to clean up what was left. Just him and a nurse. He said what was left was so mangled from the cut and the surgical attempts, he had to remove what was left of the stump, and reroute the guys urethra.”

For Paul, the story lost any erotic elements the moment the dick splattered on the concert. The only thing keeping him going was the maddening feel of his boyfriend’s fingers on the crown of his dick. “Justin couldn’t believe how easy it was,” Mick continued. “He said it only took an hour from start to finish, and he only needed the nurse there to wipe up the blood. He knows I’m into some pretty kinky shit, so I asked him, hypothetically, if a ‘friend’ had cut his dick off, and didn’t want it put back, could he fix him up without a trip to the ER?” Mick grabbed Paul’s cock head in his fist and really started to work it. “He said yes.”

It suddenly dawned on Paul what Mick’s point was. In surprise, Paul’s dick deflated so quick it slipped right out of Mick’ hand. It shrank to the point that it looked as if his shaft has disappeared and the top of his sac had sprouted a head.

Paul just stared at Mick in blank shock for a few minutes. Mick stared back, waiting for a response. While at the same time he kept playing with his even stiffer rod.

“You mean ...” Paul formed the thoughts as he said them. “You’re thinking ... if we ... we cut our dicks off ... Justin could sew us up after?”

“Yeah,” Mick nodded. “And we could have him standing by so that if something went wrong, he could be there in seconds to help.”

“You really think ...” Paul couldn’t believe this. “You really think he would? I mean, he’d be okay helping his friend who just voluntarily chopped his own dick off?”

“You know Justin has a freaky dark side,” Mick reminded him. “He even offered to cut this ‘friends’ dick off himself if his ‘friend’ wanted him too. And he was dead serious.”

Mick could feel Paul’s dick suddenly spring back to life. He’d never seen it go from it’s smallest to it’s biggest so fast before. Mick grabbed it, and started pumping. This could be it, he thought to himself.

“We went a month without using our dicks, and our sex life was just as amazing as ever,” Mick reminded him. “Just think, the two of us, standing there, facing each other. My dick in your hand. Mine in yours. In our free hands, we each have a scalpel. A few minutes later, we each take a few steps back, still holding each others dicks. Only there’s four feet between us.”

Paul was breathing quick and shallow. His low hanging balls had drawn up tight to the base of his dick, the right actually popping back inside his groin. “We’re off until Wednesday. Justin is free tomorrow,” Mick knew Paul was nearing the edge. “I have everything we need. Tomorrow morning could be the last time you ever wake up with morning wood.” If Mick didn’t ask before Paul blew, he might never get this close to asking again. “Paul, do you want me to cut your dick off tomorrow?”

“Yes!” Paul shouted. “I want you to cut that damn thing off!”

“Will you cut off mine?” Mick asked.

“Yes!” Paul shouted again.

“For real? Tomorrow’s morning wood becomes tomorrow night’s tube steak?” Mick asked, referring to what he knew was Paul’s most deeply held desire.

“Yes!” Paul practically screamed. He’d never cum so hard that it hurt before. Each huge glob of cum felt like it was tearing the head of his dick in half. His face, neck, chest and abs were coated with thick, hot gism. Yet it continued to pump out of him. He looked down and his both his balls were now drawn up inside his groin, but he was still squirting. He’d never seen his cock head so huge before. The crown was becoming misshapen with the strain as more blood was being forced into the head then it could handle. Even when he was out of juice, his dick kept pumping. Finally, what felt like an eternity came to an end.

Paul collapsed back, exhausted and literally coated in his own sweet smelling cum. Mick collapsed into Paul’s shoulder, only then realizing at some point he too had cum without his even noticing.

After he finally caught his breath, Paul looked down at his groin. His dick was still hard as a rock, and the last bit seed dripped off the still hugely inflated head. Mick’s dick went from half mast to full mast almost instantly. It seemed as if the two dicks were giving their consent for what their owners had planed.

“Okay, Paul said, “Tomorrow, our dicks come off.”

To be continued ... ?