Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 01:48:08 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: PENIS ENVY

             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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