Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 12:53:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack webb <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Beginning

Driving up the sweeping driveway, Greg thought to himself that this was
probably his last chance.  The last chance to have a normal life.  Even
now, three years later, he could never put the accident completely out of
his mind.  Every morning waking up it was the first thing that sprang to
mind, and it was the last thing that he thought about before dropping off
to sleep.

The equation was all too simple.  A winding road, a bit of sleet, and a
drunk driver added together equaled a month in the hospital and six more of
physical therapy.  To look at him, a casual observer could not even tell.
Tall, blond, strong, and handsome.  What could be wrong with that picture?

Greg parked and went inside the imposing brick building.

"Excuse me, but I have an appointment with Dr. Ordover at 2:00."

The attractive young man sitting at the reception desk looked up from some
papers and smiled.  "Certainly.  You must be Mr. Hansen.  Let me buzz
Dr. Ordover's secretary."

A few minutes later another young man appeared to escort Greg to the
doctor's office.

"Excuse me, but is there a men's room I could use first?"

"Certainly, through that door."

Greg entered the men's room, opened a stall, unzipped his pants and sat
down on the toilet.  Looking down, he saw the stream of pee dribbling out
of the tiny stump, all that was left of his penis after the accident.  God
that's ugly, he thought to himself, just like he always did.  Dr. Ordover
was his last chance.

...

"Please, sit down in here.  The doctor will be with you in a moment."

Greg sat down in a sleek, modern chair and gazed around him at the rich
furnishings and expensive decorations.  Clearly, the doctor was doing well.
Hopefully he was also satisfying clients.  After a few moments, a side door
opened and a strikingly handsome, dark-haired man who appeared to be in his
mid thirties entered the room.

"You must be Greg Hansen," the doctor said, smiling and extending a hand.
"I'm terribly sorry that I'm running a little behind."

"That's not a problem.  I'm pleased to meet you, Dr. Ordover."

The doctor laughed.  "Greg, there's only one rule here, and that is that
you need to call me Jack.  I like to think of my clients as friends.  Can I
offer you something to drink?  Maybe some coffee or a mineral water?"

"Mineral water would be great."  Greg cleared his throat nervously.

After getting the drinks the doctor sat down behind his desk.  "So Greg, I
have had a chance to review the files that were sent over to me.  Let me
first say that, on the basis of what I have seen, I think that I will be
able to help you.  Of course, I will need to examine you myself, but I'm
optimistic."

Greg laughed nervously.

"Well, I suppose that's good news."

"Oh, very.  But before I examine you, I would like to hear from you about
what you are hoping that we can do together.  What is your wildest dream?"

"That's easy.  I want my dick back.  I want to be able to have a normal
life, with a wife and kids.  I don't know if you have any idea what it has
been like.  I haven't been with a woman for three years."

"Come on, Greg, that's not very wild!  I obviously cannot make any
promises, but we might be able to do even better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Greg, how much do you know about what we do here in the clinic?"

"Well, not very much, to tell you the truth."

"Let me explain it, then.  In a nutshell, we have pushed two different
medical sciences farther than anyone else: genetic cloning and
microsurgery.  Starting with a cell of your own body, we can, using an
accelerated process, grow a replacement for virtually any part.  Then,
using microsurgery techniques, we can attach it to your body, virtually
seamlessly."

Greg nodded slowly.  "So, in effect, you can give my dick back to me."

"At least a cloned copy."

"But then, what did you mean when you said you can do even better than
that."

"That, Greg, is a special service.  We have the ability to fine-tune your
DNA to improve upon the original.  How big was your penis before the
accident?"

"Seven inches, give or take."

"How would you like eight inches, or even nine?  Maybe you had a strange
angle that you want to get rid of.  Almost anything's possible.  In effect,
we will let you design the penis that you always wanted."

Greg smiled.  "When do we get started?"

...

A week later, Greg was in a good mood as he once again drove up the long
driveway.  After the initial exam and subsequent genetic testing, all
indications were that he was an excellent candidate for penile replacement
therapy.  All that remained was to complete the DNA design work.  A
different, equally attractive, young man was sitting at the reception desk
this time.  After Greg identified himself, the receptionist consulted his
computer screen.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Hansen, Dr. Ordover is expecting you in consulting room 1.
Let me ring for Ben, and he can take you there."

A few minutes later a tanned, muscular young man appeared.

"Mr. Hansen, please come with me."

At the end of the long corridor, Greg's guide ushered him into a small
locker room.

"We'll be leaving our clothes in here," Ben said as he started unbuttoning
his shirt.

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't Dr. Ordover explain?  In the therapy areas, clothes are not
permitted, for anyone."

"Why the hell not?"

"It's part of the clinic's philosophy.  Our mission is to promote pride in
our bodies, regardless of their shortcomings.  Part of achieving that pride
is to grow comfortable with showing our bodies."

"Oh."  Greg was skeptical, but he began to remove his clothes and stow them
in one of the lockers.

Ben turned to Greg. "Are we ready to go?"

Greg nodded wordlessly as he stared at his guide's cock.  Quite simply, it
was magnificent.  Although not erect, it hung impressively long and thick.
Following behind Ben, Greg could not help but look down at the remainder of
his own dick, which at one time had been of respectable, even slightly
above average, size.  Now there was almost nothing left.

Dr. Ordover was waiting for them in the consulting room.  He was also
completely nude, and his flaccid uncut cock was even larger than Ben's,
both in length and in girth.

"Greg, it's good to see you again.  I see that you've met Ben.  He is one
of our best technicians, and he is going to be helping with your case.
Shall we get started?"

Ordover touched several keys on a computer terminal, and the screen on one
wall filled with the images of two penises, one soft and one hard.

"Greg, this is what we are starting with, using the DNA that you gave us
last week.  Overall, you're a little above average in size, about four
inches soft and six and a half hard.  Your thickness is also a little above
average.  One of the things that I like about your dick is shape of the
head.  It's fat enough that whoever you are inside can really feel it, but
it isn't just a round ball stuck on the end of your dick.  It has a nice
relationship to the shaft."

Greg sat there, nodding wordlessly.  It was surreal, seeing part of himself
up on the screen, and then looking down and seeing what was still attached
to his body.

"Now, this is the circumcised version.  You were cut, weren't you?  Here is
the uncut version."  The screen briefly went blank before the display
refreshed.

"As you can see, you would have had a pretty long foreskin, if your parents
hadn't intervened.  That has its plusses and minuses.  As you can probably
imagine," Ordover looked down at his own cock, "I prefer to have a
foreskin.  But yours seems to be a little on the long side.  Here is
another alternative that I prepared."

The picture dissolved and was replaced.

"As you can see, the foreskin is long enough so that just the tip of the
head is visible when you are soft, and it is about half visible when you
are hard.  Until someone rolls it back that is."  The doctor grinned at
Greg.  "I also tightened it up a bit.  I think that you'll like a little
more pressure on the head when you are hard.  What do you think?"

"Dr. Ordover, I mean, Jack, it's just great.  If you can really make it
work, that would be incredible."

"Oh, don't worry.  We'll make it work.  What's your feeling about cut
versus uncut?"

"No contest there.  I don't want to give anything up this time.  Let's keep
the foreskin."

"And what about size?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, within certain limits we can increase the size.  As I said, you are
at about six and a half inches now.  We could safely go as high, or I guess
that I should say as long, as nine inches.  To keep the proportions right,
I would then take circumference up to six and a half inches.  Of course, we
don't have to increase the size at all, if you don't want to."

"Is there any way I could get a sense of how the different sizes would look
on me?"

"You anticipated my next suggestion.  During your examination we took a
complete body scan, so I can show you exactly what you'd look like, both
hard and soft, with your original dick and then the enhanced version."

Greg was mesmerized by the succession of images, but especially the
versions with the enhanced dimensions.  After three years with almost
nothing between his legs, to be truly hung with a magnificent, powerful
cock was an intoxicating thought.

"I think that I've made my decision."

...

Surgery day.  Greg was a little nervous, but excited also.  He had slept,
or at least tried to sleep, the night before in the clinic.  All night long
his hand kept drifting down to his groin, aching to find the root of his
masculinity.

Ben came to his room at 7:00 am sharp to prepare him for the surgery.  This
amounted to a careful shaving of his pubic region and the attachment of two
electrodes to his groin and two more to his temples.  Ben explained that
this was necessary to ensure the calibration of the nerve impulses.
Finally, he administered an injection of a drug that would, Ben stated, aid
the acceptance of the transplanted tissue.

"It will also relax you, and possibly make you feel sexually aroused.  That
is an important part of the procedure."

An hour later, Greg was anesthetized and in place in the operating theater,
and the procedure was underway.

...

Three hours later, Ordover was relaxing back in his private office.  It
appeared that things had gone very well.  The accelerated regeneration
process would be completed in twenty-four hours, and they would be able to
wake Greg up.

"I always look forward to waking them up.  Don't you, Ben?"

The doctor looked down at his assistant, who was doing his best to deep
throat Ordover's ten inch long cock while jerking his own.

"Unghh."

The doctor laughed.  "I'll take that for a yes."

Yes, the procedure had seemed to go flawlessly.  The microsurgery was by
now becoming old hat, and the sensory response recalibration was almost as
reliable.  Yes, Greg was going to like his cock when he woke up.  But
hopefully he would like other cocks as well.

...

"Greg, can you hear me?  Greg, it's time to wake up now."

The voice seemed to be coming from the end of a long tunnel.  Greg's
eyelids fluttered open, and slowly the blurry shapes around him resolved
themselves into things and people.  On his left he could make out
Dr. Ordover, and on his right was Ben.

"Greg, how do you feel?"

Greg smiled weakly.  "Like shit."

"Don't worry, the effects of the anesthesia wear off quickly.  In fifteen
or twenty minutes you'll be OK.  Are you ready for the unveiling?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

The doctor pulled back the sheet and blanket, uncovering Greg's smooth,
muscular body.  Suddenly exposed to the cool air, his brown nipples visibly
hardened.  Greg's groin area was a mass of bandages.

Using a small scissors, the doctor quickly cut through the fastening
straps.  His breathing quickened as he slowly pulled back the bandages.
All three pairs of eyes were glued to Greg's crotch, from which now
protruded a long, thick, perfectly formed uncircumcised cock.  Greg's mouth
felt dry as paper as he reached down to touch his magnificent new prick.
Lightly grasping the foreskin between his thumb and his index finger, he
rolled it back, exposing the plum-colored, helmet-shaped head.  He didn't
know whether to laugh or to cry, it was so beautiful.  Looking up at his
doctor, Greg expressed his thanks.  "Doctor, this is better than I ever
could have imagined.  You have no idea how grateful I am."

"I'm just doing my job.  And don't be too happy, you haven't gotten my bill
yet!"

Greg laughed and then let his gaze wander down the doctor's nude body
before coming to rest on his fat cock.  At that moment, Greg began to have
thoughts and feelings that he had never had before.  He wanted to touch the
dangling tube of flesh in front of him.  Even more, his mouth began to
water at the thought of sucking it, feasting on it.  And then it happened.
Looking down at his own groin, Greg saw that his own giant member was
rapidly becoming engorged with blood as it pulsated with desire, a desire
that he had never known before.

"It looks like you might need a little help there," Ben said as he lightly
stroked his own hardening tool.  Greg watched, transfixed, as the handsome
young assistant bent over his groin and slowly took the throbbing tool into
his mouth.

"Oh my God..." Greg groaned as Ben's full, moist lips moved over his
pulsating cockhead and down the rockhard shaft.  It was truly the greatest
sensation that he had ever experienced.  His whole body felt like it was on
fire as Ben's head bobbed up and down on his throbbing tool, now slick with
saliva.

Looking to his left, Greg saw that Ordover's oversized prick now stood at
full mast.  In a daze, Greg reached out and grasped the fleshy tip, which
was already coated with slippery precum.  For the first time in his life,
he started to slowly jack another man's cock.  And it just happened to be
the biggest cock that he had ever seen before.  But he wanted even more.
He needed even more.  Leaning over, Greg guided the doctor's ten-inch prong
to his ravenous mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock," the doctor groaned, as he reached down to twist
Greg's by now fully erect nipples.

Looking back, Greg couldn't say what pushed him over the edge, whether it
was the taste of the doctor's prick, the sudden mauling of his sensitive
tits, or the feeling of Ben slurping on his own fleshy tool.  But he knew
in that instant that he was on his way to the biggest orgasm he had ever
felt.

Greg pulled off of the doctor and dropped back against the pillow as he
felt his cum-filled balls pull up into a tight package against his body.
As he began to moan, Ben moved his greedy mouth off of its fleshy target,
and he and the doctor both grasped Greg's pulsating cock and simultaneously
stroked.  The first blast was a fine spray of cum droplets that rained down
on Greg's smooth, tan flesh, but it was soon followed by copious spurts
that formed thick pools of sperm where they landed.

As Greg's orgasm subsided, the doctor and Ben both eagerly scooped up
Greg's cum, using it to coat their own tools.  Jerking rapidly, they aimed
their cocks at Greg's naked torso and, using them like jet-powered
firehoses, drenched his rippling muscles with blasts of creamy jism.

Two full minutes passed before anyone spoke.

"Well, everything seems to be working fine," Ordover said, smiling as he
reached out to give Greg's still-twitching cock a friendly pull.  "We'll
have to run some more tests, but so far, so good."

"Some more...tests?" Greg asked.

"Yes, it's standard procedure to do a full panel of tests.  We want to make
sure everything is hooked up O.K."

"But I'm not so sure it is.  I mean, this was fun, but I'm not gay."

The doctor frowned.  "Nobody said that you were.  But you need to be aware
that, due to the anti-rejection drugs, you are in a hypersexualized state.
That fact, combined with the possibility that you have naturally formed a
psychological identification with Ben and me, may lead you to experience
some unusual feelings, at least initially.  We have seen that in other
cases."

"You mean, guys are going to turn me on?"

"At least initially.  But, unless there is something latent in your
personality, the effect will likely fade over time."

"What do you mean, something latent?"

"Well, it is very unusual that someone is completely straight or completely
gay.  In your current state, you may just be experiencing some feelings
that were there all along."  With a little help from us, the doctor added
silently, to himself.  "In our experience, you move through this phase
fastest if you just go with the feelings.  In other words, if you want to
screw a man, just do it."

Greg was uncertain, but the doctor seemed to know what he was talking
about.  And clearly the surgery was a success.  At this point, he didn't
seem to have any alternative but to trust him.  Looking down at his body,
which was coated with sticky cum, Greg laughed.  "OK doc, you're the
expert.  At the moment, what I think I really need most is a shower."

The doctor smiled.  "Of course.  Why don't Ben and I let you clean yourself
up.  If you can wait for just a few minutes, we will send David in to help
you.  He is the nurse in charge of your case."

Thirty minutes later, Ordover watched on the TV monitor as, in the gleaming
white shower room, Greg inserted his revived cock into Nurse David's tight
but well-lubricated ass.  Ordover, pumping his own cock into Ben's
clenching hole, attempted to match his patient stroke for stroke.

"Well, Ben, I think that we've done it again.  That man is never going to
be able to pass up a hard cock.  Chalk another one up for medical science."

THE END