PENIS ENVY
It was a vicious, violent attack, and both young business- men had their penises severed. Luckily the police were quick- thinking and put them on ice immediately.
After several hairy operations, they were re-attached. It took weeks to recuperate, and all the time they were assured that their manhoods had been saved. Of course they'd been kept pretty doped up. When the day came to have the bandages removed, Burt was anxious to see that he was intact. He loved his cock and wanted it back.
When the doctor removed the bandages, Burt took one look and fainted totally away! Figuring he was just too weak to handle the relief, the nurse gave him a mild sedative and let him sleep. They were to remove his friend's bandages in the morning.
"Wonderful operation, Doctor," the nurse congratulated him. "He certainly wouldn't want to lose that beauty!"
"Now, you leave that fellow alone. He's going to need a lot of rest before he can get that truncheon back in action!" he laughed.
Burt woke about three in the morning, feeling dazed. Then he suddenly remembered and nearly fainted again. Instead, he stumbled out of bed--resisting the pain--and walked over to his buddy's bed.
"John! John! Wake up!" he shooked him gently.
"Hunh? Wha...? W-what are you doin' out of bed?"
"They took my bandages off."
"Yeah...you okay? You got it back?"
"You wanna see?"
"Sure! Uh, I mean...I'm not anxious to look at a guy's pecker, but...FUCK YES, LET ME SEE IT! This is totally different. Show me!"
"You're not gonna like it," he warned, lifting up his gown.
"Oh, god, you're not deformed, are you?!"
"Well, yes. In a way." He slowly brought it up and showed him.
"What? A couple of scars, but...hell, that looks great! You got a swell looking cock. What're you complaining about?"
"John...doesn't it look a little familiar?" he sighed.
"Hunh? Uh...yeah, now that you mention it. B-but, why should it? I never saw your prick before."
"Feel it."
"WHAT? Fuck off! This whole thing turn you fag or something?!"
"John, I'm serious. Put your hand out and feel it. Don't yank or you'll fuck up my stitches, but grab it and give it a good feel."
"Ah, alright. I suppose you have some reason for this." He put out his hand and hesitatingly took the penis into his fingers and mashed it around. "So? Feels good...normal, I mean."
"Should. You've jacked it off enough times!"
"Hey! I've been out of it a long time, but I sure don't remember jerkin' you off!"
"Do you need glasses, or you too doped up? You're holding your own cock, you dumb fuckhead!"
"What? WHAT?!!" He let loose of it like it was on fire. Then he got up close and really inspected it. "Mutherfucker! What the hell's going on? I thought that felt familiar...but I'd never touched another guy's dong before. Holy shit! I want it back, you bastard!"
"Me, too, man. You must have mine. Although...it just might grow on me. Can't get it hard yet, but it seems fatter than mine was. I just might like this!"
"Oh, fuck! You mean I end up with a little dink? Jezzus!"
"Hey, buddy, don't get so excited. I wasn't so badly hung. Just a bit skinnier than you. Hey, how long does this thing get, anyway?"
"Uh, that's kinda personal, ain't it?"
"Not any more, buddy. It's mine now!" he giggled.
"Yeah, guess it is. A little over 8 inches. But nice and fat!"
"Hmmm, a fat 8 inches? I can live with that. No problem. Don't wanna sound like I'm praisin' a guy's prick, but you got a real nice one!"
"Okay, break the bad news to me now," he said sarcas- tically. "What'd you leave me with? Five-and-a-half skinny inches?"
"Hunh?" He'd been softly manipulating it, deciding he rather liked the new girth. "Oh, no," he continued off- handedly, "maybe it's skinny, but I had a regular expando- matic. If we're still gonna be able to get them hard, you're now the proud owner of a stiff 9-and-a-half-inch cock."
"W-what? You're kidding! You had that much meat? Jeez, and now I got it?! Hey, neat!"
"Weird, hunh? Hell, guy, I guess it's better than losing them all together, right? Guess those dumb fucks couldn't figure out which prick went on which prick, hunh?" he chuckled.
"Suppose so. We must have the same blood type. Guess they didn't have time to do DNA tests or shit like that. I gotta think about this."
"Yeah, go back to sleep. We'll see if you're happy in the morning. Right now, I'm gonna go back to bed and jack you off!"
"Hah! Hey, too soon to fool around like that. You got a fine piece of prime beef there, fella...don't go messing it up!"
Burt feel back asleep shortly, but not before wondering how much he was going to miss his own cock. Damn, he sure liked that big boner!
While they were taking the bandages off John, he looked down in anticipation. "Yeah, let's see what Burt's fuckin' cock looks like! Oh, sorry, nurse."
"Well, I'm sure he'd be glad to show it to you, if you like. It was a terrific success!"
"Yeah, thanks!" John said. "You did a great job on mine...I saw it last night. Now let's hope you did as good on his!"
"What? But...oh, Doctor! Does he mean...?"
"Burt?" the doctor looked over and asked, slowly unravelling the gauze. "Is there some...p-problem?"
"Yeah, you buzzards switched 'em!"
"Oh, my. I...I tried my best to match them up. Same blood type. We didn't have time...I've seen...well, a lot of guys naked. I just thought they matched your bodies so well."
The nurse was laughing. "When Doc says he's seen a lot of guys naked, you can believe it!" she chuckled. "And not just in the hospital!"
"Grace! Jeez, you slut! This is bad enough without airing our own dirty laundry!"
"Don't be silly. Listen, guys, Doctor Stitch'em here did such a good job on you guys cause he has a special place in his heart for dicks! Believe me, I've never seen operations where the doctor took so much loving care. God knows what you'd have ended up with at the hands of a straight doctor. And," she waved her hand theatrically in jest, "if he says this cock fits you better...he should know!"
"I'm really sorry, fellas. But the important thing is for them to work, right? You're both hung pretty good, and you shouldn't have any complaints." He finished the unwrapping. "Ah, splendid!" he cried.
"God!" John cried, staring down at it. "And...that's gonna expand even more!" He looked at Burt leaning over in the next bed to get a peek. "I thought you said you had an expandomatic?"
"Hmmm, maybe I was half on the rail when it happened!"
"It's not exactly at normal flacid state at the moment," the doctor explained. "Remember, there's a lot of blood pulsing in there now doing its own healing. It will normally be smaller when soft...unfortunately," he smiled. The nurse was carefully washing it off with alcohol--a big grin on her face.
"Hey, can I come over there and feel it?" Burt joked. "I'd kinda like to say goodbye...we were pretty good friends."
"Can I take it you boys are...reluctantly satisfied?" the doctor asked, holding out his hands in apology.
"Yeah, I guess," John said. "Thanks for your good work, Doc."
"Me too," Burt agreed, "but if I can't get this thing up, I'm gonna be calling John over to show me how to do it!" he howled.
"Okay, you guys rest now...and leave those things alone!"
"Hey, Doc?" John asked, "if we're not satisfied, can you change them back?"
"Sorry, I'm afraid your tissue couldn't handle the trauma again. It could be done, but I don't think you'd be happy with the results." He followed the nurse to the door, then stopped. "Uh, just a thought, guys. If you've ever fantasized about sucking your own dick...now you'll get the chance!" He winked and walked out.
"Heh! Fag's got a neat sense of humor, hunh?" John said, just a bit sarcastically.
"Hey, you gotta admit he did a great job on us. I could just imagine what might have happened at the hands of some butcher with a hangup about touching a guy's cock."
"Aw, doctors aren't like that."
"I guess not. But maybe they wouldn't have taken as much care." John was still studying his new penis.
"Yeh, suppose."
"Nice, hunh?" Burt kidded.
John scowled a little, but broke into a grin. "Okay, fucker. So you got a nice dick. Hell, maybe I got the best of the deal..if this thing works as good as mine did!"
"Well, if this one doesn't...I'm gonna make you take care of it!"
"Yeah? Well, same goes here!"
Burt got a big grin on his face. "Buddy, you're gonna have a lot of fun with that!"
"Hmmm, maybe so. Chicks like long cocks better than thick ones."
"Not exactly what I meant. Jeez, this is embarrasing, but you'll find out soon enough, anyway."
"What the hell you talking about?"
"Nuthin', you're probably too short anyway. Besides, I'm double jointed. Forget it."
"Oh, wow! You did it, didn't you? You could suck your own cock!"
"I can suck your cock!" he grinned, proudly. "Uh, I mean, when I had it! I did it a lot more when I was younger and not getting any."
"Fuck!" John blurted, staring down at it. "I always wanted to do that! Man, now I got something to try it with. Ah, no. Even an extra inch or two wouldn't have been enough...as I remember. I just wasn't able to get my head down far enough." He looked up and blushed.
"You tried it too, hunh? Hey, maybe the doc wasn't so far off base."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you always wanted to suck it...now you can! And I could suck mine even better than I could before. I always wanted to get it really deep down my throat!"
"Burt, that's disgusting!" But he broke into laughter. "Hell, maybe I wanted to...but I sure couldn't do it now. Not since it's attached to you. That would be queer!"
"Yeah, guess so," he sighed. "But...well...maybe not. I mean we are in a rather weird position now."
"You mean you'd still go down on this...even attached to my body?"
"Ummm, yeah. I would. It'd be something I always wanted to do. I got the nerve to do it once...just to get the fantasy fulfilled."
"B-but...you know you'd be getting my jizz, right?"
"Hmmm, that's true. Well, so? Is your cum poison or something?"
"No, but..."
"Come on, you always wanted to suck yourself off. We could do it together. I'm not afraid of your jizz if you're not afraid of mine."
"It's not just that...I mean, we'd be queerin' each other!"
"Hey, life's weird. If somebody took a picture of us they'd see two guys blowing each other. But actually, we'd be blowing ourselves!"
"True, but..." John contemplated it, "we'd be touching and smelling the other guy's balls and butt and all."
"Why would we be smellin' each other's butt?" Burt asked, confused.
"Uh, I didn't mean...I meant smelling balls and touching butts. We'd hafta...you know, grab each other around...to blow. Right?"
"I guess. We wouldn't have to. I mean we could just...hide our hands or something...just stick our dicks out to be sucked. We wouldn't have to touch anything else."
Burt giggled for a long while.
"What?" John asked, grinning at the absurdity.
"We're laying here worrying about junk! Just from what we've said, we've already agreed to do it," he took a big breath, "what's the big deal about doing it all the way? Fuck, buddy, maybe it's a little queer or something, but I'm not afraid to touch your balls...or your ass!"
"Really? Just to get at your own cock!" he accused, kiddingly. "Well, I guess I've seen uglier guys than you, too!" he gushed, then got a little more introspective. "You know? I'm not that hung up about...doing queer things with you...not if it means sucking my own cock. It's...it's like--if I wanna get my big dick off real good, I gotta get the guy off that it's stuck on! Weird deal, but that...that doesn't disgust me, man."
"Me, either, buddy. I never considered myself gay...I just liked to lick my own pecker and drink my cream. But...hell, you're cute." He took a glance over and exaggerated his next remark in a streetwise manner. "You know, you're a `good- looking dude', fucker!"
"Well, shit dude!" John joined in. "Get down on yur knees!"
"No, cute fits it best. I always thought that," Burt stared at him. "I always tried to think of chicks to line you up with. Ladies that I thought were real nice...something you deserved. No, I ain't bullshitting! I remember once when we were drunk in a bar one night and looking over at you. `Shit! He's one fuckin' pretty guy!' I thought. Even drunk, it kinda shook me thinking like that, you know? But I took another gander at you and...yeah, I could see just how a chick would cream her jeans over you. Man, that was really disturbing, thinking like that. Now here I am talking about blowing you!"
"You...you're a real mess!" John laughed. "But I know what you mean. Hell, maybe we're buddies all this time cause we...I don't know...we see that. People like to be around attractive people, right? I always thought you were the hunk! I always admired your body being so tall and slender. And I thought your face was a kicker! Is, I should say. Maybe it's 'the grass is greener' syndrome, or a bit of envy, but..." he layed his head on the pillow, looking over, "you're the pretty one, you fucker!"
"Whew! This is wild! I'm not sure if it's just the cock- switching or what, or if things are just coming out all of a sudden. But I really want to get all healed up, man. I'm ready to come over there and climb in bed with you! Gee, if we fuck 'n suck, do you think we oughta kiss?"
"Who said anything about fucking?!" John blurted, alarmed. He'd jerked at the thought so much he strained his stitches and groaned. Then he tried to laugh in his pain. "Aw, shit, okay. I'll try that, too. Kissing, I mean." He turned again to Burt's direction and whispered, "m-maybe even fucking, too. I..." he gulped, "I guess I'd do anything you'd want to do..."
"You're really leaving yourself open there, buddy. I'm gettin' some real warm feelings here. I'm ready to do just about anything two guys can do together...with you. And you know? It doesn't really have all that much to do with the fact that you're sporting my cock!"
"Really? Fuck. Maybe this won't be a problem. Why don't you climb in here? Think...think we could lay here and kinda cuddle without blowing our stitches?"
"Ummm," Burt got slowly out of bed and slipped between John's covers. "We can save the blowing for later, but...can we kiss?"
John eagerly welcomed him in between the covers, gently wrapping his arm around his buddy's neck and pulling him tightly for a gentle hug. The kiss was only seconds away...and it was sweet and tender, luscious and moist, before getting wild and probing!
They've spent over twenty years getting their own cocks off...not bothered in the least that it's attached to another guy!
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