Huge

By: Little Dan
(Copyrighted 2004 by the author)
 

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Which I am saddened to say can no longer be obtained! (Effective August 14th 2007)

I was semi-conscious. I knew that there had been an accident. I knew that I was in an ambulance and we were speeding to the hospital. The siren screamed in my head, and I was weak from loss of blood. What had happened to me? I wasn’t even sure. One minute I had been sitting in the seat of the motorized lawn mower, mowing my lawn, and then I had hit a tree stump or something and I had gone flying. Flying forward onto the ground in front of the mower. The mower was following me. It was going to run me over. It ran me over. There was blood everywhere. I heard my wife, Leona, screaming. Then I think I must have passed out. And now I knew I was in an ambulance. There were two attendants in the vehicle. One was talking to me. I didn’t know what he was saying. My wife was sitting next to me, holding my hand, still crying.

We stopped. I waited a minute and knew the back doors were being opened. I knew I was on a stretcher. They were lifting me out of the ambulance onto the street. They were rolling me through the emergency room doors. I passed out again.

I was in a very deep sleep. I knew I was in a very deep sleep. It was warm. It was cozy. Maybe I would never wake up.

I woke up. The sun was shining through the window. Leona was sitting in a chair across the room. A nurse was adjusting the liquid in the plastic bag, which was attached to a long tube which was attached to a needle which went into my arm. I blinked a few times. She looked at me. She left the room. The next time I blinked, she had returned with a man in a white coat. A doctor. I looked across at Leona. She was crying again.

I realized that my whole midsection was bandaged, and that I was catheterized for urination.

“What happened?” I asked groggily.

“You had an accident,” the doctor said.

“I don’t remember,” I explained.

“No. I’m sure you don’t. You lost a lot of blood. You were in very bad shape. We almost lost you.”

The lawn mower?” I asked.

“Yes,” said the doctor. It ran over you. It severed your penis.”

“My penis? My penis is gone? Oh my god. Oh my god.” Now I was crying.

“It’s all right. It’s all right,” soothed the doctor, bracing my shoulder. “You have a new penis. You’re going to be all right.”

“A new penis?” I asked. I couldn’t understand. I’d never heard of that.

“Yes. You’re a very lucky man. Just as we rushed you to the operating room, another patient passed away. And he was an organ donor. We gave you his penis. And it’s a rather nice one, if I do say so myself.”

“I never heard of penis transplants,” I said. “I’ve heard of kidney, liver. Not penis.”

“It’s a brand new technology,” the doctor said. “You’re one of the first.”

“Will it work?” I asked.

“We believe it will,” said the doctor. “You’ve just got to give yourself time to heal, and you should be as good as new.”

I looked across at Leona. She smiled bravely, dabbing at a tear. She had liked my old penis. She liked sucking it. She liked getting it inside her pussy. And now it was gone. No wonder she was crying. But, hell. I had a brand new penis and the doctor said it was a nice one, so everything would probably be all right. Just the same as before. I just had to give myself time to heal. I was lucky. I could have been left with no penis. Just a little stump, or hole, or whatever they did before transplants.

I was in the hospital more than a month. I had to be, because of the catheterization. Finally the day came when the bandages were removed. I was afraid to look at my new penis. I was a little squeamish. I was afraid it wouldn’t really fit right. I was afraid it wouldn’t feel right. It was a whole new unfamiliar part of my anatomy. But I would have to get used to it. Just not right now. The tubes were still in me. I would have to wait a few more days till I would be obliged to urinate on my own. To take the foreign penis in my fingers. To empty my bladder through it on command.

Leona came to the hospital every day and brought magazines. One day she brought a men’s magazine with naked ladies, but I was afraid I could do myself damage if I got an erection, so I wouldn’t look at it. I made her take it away. Then one morning the urologist came in and gently detubed me. I still winced. I could feel the plastic being drawn out of the penis.

“You’re on your own,” said the doctor.

“Okay,” I answered nervously.

Now I was dying to look at my new member. I wanted to see what I looked like now. Would it be very different than before? But I wasn’t going to lift the sheets with Leona in the room. And I had a roommate who was on the phone all day and night. I wouldn’t be sorry to go home and leave him behind. There was a curtain between his bed and mine, so he wouldn’t be able to see what I did. I just had to get rid of Leona for a while.

“Honey, why don’t you go down to the cafeteria and have your lunch,” I suggested.

“I’m not hungry,” she said.

“Go on, sweetie. You sit here all day. Stretch your legs. Go down and get yourself an ice cream soda.”

“An ice cream soda?” She was tantalized. She hadn’t thought of that. That was much more appealing than lunch.

“Yes. An all chocolate ice cream soda. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “Maybe I will.” She got up and took her purse. I was delighted. I knew how to handle my wife, all right. “I’ll be back in a little while, Gordon,” she said.

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. Enjoy the soda.” She smiled at me and left the room. I counted to twenty-five and lifted the sheets. Then I lifted the gown. And I saw it. There it was. It was……..hefty. A big fat weighty thing. I lifted it my palm and moved it around. It was heavy. It was meaty. I wondered how big it would get when it got hard. If it got hard. It had to get hard. It would be like the tenth wonder of the world when it got hard. I lifted it up so I could study the head. There was a tiny little freckle on the head. A cute little freckle. It was really a very distinctive penis. I would be proud to call it my own. I squeezed it in my hand a little and the eye winked at me.

I rubbed my finger lovingly over the freckle. My own little freckle. My first and only freckle. I wondered how Leona would like the freckle. She would love the freckle. She would love the penis. Face it. Leona loved cock. I couldn’t wait to get home and give it to her.

When they checked me out of the hospital, the doctor warned me that I was not to attempt sexual intercourse for at least another month, and I was to try to avoid becoming erect. So for the next month, I moved into the guest room down the hall, where I wouldn’t have a sexy body lying next to me all night. Many a night I lay in that guest room, fondling my new toy, and dying to tease it stiff. But I had been told ‘no stiffies’ and I obeyed.

Leona had hired a gardener. A handsome young man. I watched him out of the front window as he sailed over our lawn. Lawn mowing was now a thing of the past for me. Never again would I mow.

I paid one more visit to the Urologist. This time in his office. I undressed and put on a gown. He came in and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and began the examination.

“It’s healed very nicely,” he approved. He was massaging it and massaging it. I had to control myself to make sure I didn’t get an erection in the doctor’s hand.

“I see you’ve got a freckle,” he observed.

“Yes,” I said proudly. “I noticed that.”

“Pretty special,” he said. And we both laughed. “I think you can start having sexual intercourse,” he told me.

“I can?” I was absolutely delighted.

“Go right ahead. Get used to working with your new tool.”

“Terrific,” I answered. I’m sure I had a smile a foot wide. When I got back into the waiting room, Leona looked at me questioningly. I nodded my head. She smiled too. “Tonight,” I promised her. “We can do it tonight. I’ll move back into the bedroom.”

“Wonderful,” she said. And she meant it.

That night as we got undressed, Leona started to giggle.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m so nervous. I feel like a blushing bride.”

“How should I feel?” I asked. “I’m the one with strange equipment.”

“Let me see it,” she said, teasingly.

“No,” I protested, holding my hands over my crotch in mock modesty. “I’m embarrassed.

“Let me see it,” she chased me and tried to pry my hands off of it. We were both laughing like a couple of school kids. Finally she dragged me down on the bed, and I let her moved my hands off the penis. She crouched down and studied it.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said. “It’s just gorgeous. And it’s huge. HUGE!”

“Yes, it is,” I laughed. “It’s just HUGE!” I mimicked her.

“And look. It’s got a teeny little freckle on its face,” she noticed. “That’s so sweet.”

I grabbed her and we wrestled on the bed. I figured after all this time I would slide it home and just rape her. But, no. My big heavy appendage was still malleable. It had not gotten hard.

I tried to work myself up to an erection. I kissed and licked Leona’s tits. I did the same to her pussy. Nothing.

“Go down on me,” I said.

She crouched between my thighs and took the HUGE new dick into her mouth. She sucked it. She tongued it. She made slurping noises. Nothing.

“It’s not getting hard,” she said. She was in despair.

I reached down and started whacking myself. Nothing. It wasn’t getting hard. We tried for over two hours, and then we were both pooped. We got under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I could hear Leona sobbing in the darkness.

The next day I called the doctor’s office and had to wait six hours for him to call me back. I explained the situation.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Everything looks all right,” he assured me. “Maybe you just have to give it a little time. It’s probably all mental. You’re probably feeling pressured and it’s affecting your performance.” I hung up little assuaged.

We tried on several more occasions, and as usual….nothing. It was depressing. I had a new penis which was gorgeous and HUGE and wasn’t getting hard. A lot of good it was doing me.

Maybe I just needed to relax. I drove over to the health club and worked out a little. It was early in the afternoon and there weren’t many people there. I used the machines. I lifted a few weights. Then I put my workout clothes in my locker, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed for the sauna.

There was one other guy in there, sitting on the bench. We nodded to each other, and I sat down on a bench on the other side of the room. He ran his hand over his face. He was sweating. He got up and took off his towel, and wiped his face with it. Then he turned away and stretched the towel along the bench, and he lay upon the towel with his naked rear exposed.

I felt a strange curious tingling, and whomp. I felt my limp new penis suddenly snap to attention. My god. It was HUGE. But how come I was getting a hard on here in the sauna? It had burst through my towel, but the other guy was lying on his arms with his eyes closed and fortunately didn’t see it. This was embarrassing. The most intense feelings were flooding through my crotch. I closed my eyes and tried to shift my attention. I thought of my last trip to the South of France. I thought of my long weeks in the hospital and the terrible food. Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off the guy’s buttcheeks. They were so round. So smooth. So perfectly formed. I began to fantasize about the little hole at the bottom of the cleft between those two perfect cantaloupes, which I now wanted to taste. My HUGE new penis was swinging around uncontrollably in my crotch. I grabbed it to try to control it, but it was controlling me.

I jumped to my feet and my towel fell to the floor. The guy heard the creak of the bench when I got up, and the sound of the towel hitting the floor. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked at my HUGE stiff dick. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I thought I saw his ass twitch a little as if welcoming me. I didn’t need a written invitation. I crossed the room in two large strides and began feeling up those delectable globes. I licked my finger, and started reaching between them. My other hand was holding my HUGE cock.

When my finger slipped into his hole, he muttered, “Oh, yeah.” And began twisting his behind around, trying to grasp my finger. I took out my finger. I climbed on the bench on top of him and spit into my hand. I covered my cock with saliva and began to press it into him.

What a feeling. Was it his ass? Was it my new cock? It didn’t matter. What my old cock felt fucking a woman’s pussy, and what my new cock was now feeling fucking a man’s asshole were two entirely different things. Had I died and gone to heaven? No. This was much better than heaven. His steamy asswalls were sucking on the HUGE cock as if they had never felt anything so wonderful against them before. I gently twisted his two hemispheres as I dove between them. I started licking his damp neck. He was moaning. He was laughing. He was crying. “Oh, yeah, man. Fuck me man. Shove that HUGE cock into me. I love it, man. I love your HUGE dick. I want to keep it in me forever. Keep fucking me man. Fuck me with that HUGE cock. Shoot your hot cum in my hole.” The more he babbled, the more his body bucked under me, the more his ass swallowed my dick, and my balls were banging against his bouncy cheeks.

My cock was working. My new cock was working. It was fucking. I was beyond happy. My freckle was deep inside this young guy’s asshole. I started to feel a stirring in my balls. I was getting ready to shoot my load.

“Oh, yeah, man,” he wailed. “I can feel your HUGE prick getting HUGER inside my ass. You’re getting ready to cum, man. You’re getting ready to spew your hot sperm inside my tight mancunt. Shoot it into me, baby. Give me your hot cum. I want your babyseed in my body,”

His language was getting to me, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. My cock started shooting out jet after jet of my own seed. Thank god, it was my own seed. I still had my original balls if not my original cock.

“Oh, yeah, man. I can feel your hot juice in my body. Your sweet cream is flooding my hole. I love it. I love your hot cum man. I love your HUGE dick, man. Would you marry me?”

I laughed at his joke and gave him a playful slap on his butt, as I withdrew my gratified new cock and stood up.

“That was just great, man,” he extolled. “Where have you been all my life?”

I laughed again. He was getting a little too serious. After all, I was married. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the showers to cool down. After my shower, I went to the lounge and lay down on a long chair. I think I fell asleep for a short while. When I woke up, I felt very relaxed. Very relaxed and very contented. I stretched my arms and legs and yawned loudly.

I went into the exercise room and did another few minutes of weight lifting. I decided I would take one more sauna, (just a sauna this time), before showering, dressing and driving home.

This time there were two guys in the sauna. One on each side. Good. With a crowd there, I wouldn’t have a repeat performance of what had just occurred. I sat down on the bench about a foot away from one of the guys. The other guy was sitting on the opposite bench. He got up to throw some water on the hot coals. His towel dropped to the floor. I saw his ass. My cock saw his ass. It snapped into a frenzied attention, and burst through my towel again.

The guy sitting next to me looked at it in amazement. I was about to mutter apologies, when suddenly he fell to the floor onto his knees and crept between my legs. Before I could even react, he had his jaws around my enormous stiff cock. His mouth must have been cavernous to get that thing inside it. You would think he would have been in discomfort, but he was happily slurping and humming away as he tongued all around my member. He made choking noises as he forced it into his throat. He was choking, but he was loving it. I could feel the saliva spilling out of his mouth all over my thighs.

The guy whose ass had brought on this whole situation, had turned toward us and was watching the scene. He did have a beautiful ass. I stretched out my arm, signaling him to approach. He came over. I started feeling his sweet cheeks. He bent down and planted his mouth over mine, and we were kissing like Romeo and Juliet as I fingered his tight hole, and the other guy suctioned my HUGE dick. Then he took his mouth off the dick and just held it, while he moved his face down and began to make love to my balls. My balls got about five minutes worth of attention. Then he moved back and swallowed the cock again. Meanwhile I was fondling and kissing Mr. Beautybutt.

I had to have that butt. My crazy new cock wanted it right now. The blowjob was great, but my cock wanted to fuck. To fuck ass. To fuck Mr. Beautybutt right now. I withdrew my HUGE piston from the worshiping mouth, and spread my towel on the floor. I took Mr. Beautybutt’s towel and laid it alongside mine for a wider area. I coaxed Mr. Beautybutt into position. I sat him down and got on my knees between his legs. I lifted his beautiful manlegs over my shoulders, and spit all over my dick again. I leaned down and spit a few gobs into his hole. After all, my cock was HUGE.

I positioned the thick head against his sweet little beautybutt rosebud and tried to be as gentle as possible, easing inside. Inside that sweet grasping tunnel he carried between his cheeks. What a beautybutt. What a fuck. I lay right down on top of him and fucked away, between his parted knees and thighs. First his heels were in the air, but then he pressed them against my own butt. He was holding me into him. He reached down and grabbed my butt with his hands, and raised his hole up to me. We had a smooth, machine-like operation going.

“What a great cock,” he cried, when I took my mouth off his for a second.

“I never saw anything like it,” said Mr. Sucker. He crawled behind me and began licking my balls and my asshole as I plowed Mr. Beatybutt. What a scene this was. This was beyond anything that had ever occurred in my wildest imagination. I had, of course, fantasized about fucking two women. But who would have imagined that I would be here fucking two men?

“Fuck me. Please fuck me with your HUGE dick,” pleaded Mr. Beautybutt.

“I will, baby,” I promised. “I’m fucking you with my HUGE dick. My HUGE dick is way up inside your belly. My dick loves your asshole. My dick loves your sweet asshole.” And that was so true. My dick really did love his sweet asshole better than anything else in the world. My dick was almost fucking on its own. Fucking that sweet tight asshole. My dick loved ass. It really loved ass. I was jubilant. My new penis was working so well. Leona would be so happy. Just wait till she got this big thing inside her. This cock would compensate her for all the tears she had shed.

“My ass loves your HUGE dick. Your dick is so talented,” moaned Mr. Beautybutt. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Shoot your hot cum into my hole. Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass.” I really didn’t need the encouragement. My cock was doing quite nicely on its own. But his words were exciting me and I felt the cum-pressure again in my balls, which Mr. Sucker was licking. When he stuck his tongue into my asshole again, it was just too much for me. My load just powered out of the HUGE cock deep into Mr. Beauybutt. He was now carrying my DNA. I kissed him, and ran my tongue around his mouth. As I kissed him, I felt his own cock thrash against my abdomen and start spilling out warm liquid. We kissed and kissed until we caught out breath. Meanwhile Mr. Sucker was sitting on the towel, jerking furiously. I watched as he brought in his own gusher. We all looked at each other in satiated comradeship. Then we grabbed our towels and headed for the showers.

I drove home in a warm glow. Maybe I wouldn’t try fucking Leona tonight. I had just cum twice. It might be prudent to wait until tomorrow night.

The next night I quietly crawled beneath the covers. I was grinning in the dark. Leona was about to get a HUGE surprise. Stealthily I put my arm around her.

“What is it?” she asked.

I crawled on top of her and reached for my cock. It was limp. It was so limp. I lay on her and played with myself. Nothing. She patiently waited beneath me. I rubbed, I kissed, I slapped, I tried everything, and Nothing. Puzzled, I rolled back to my side of the bed and stared up into the darkness.

“I guess it’s never going to work,” she brooded sadly.

I couldn’t tell her that it already had worked, now could I? Maybe I needed a psychiatrist.

“I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it,” I babbled insanely.

“Never mind, honey,” she touched my cheek, trying to comfort me. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and rolled down my cheek.

The next day Leona drove into town to do some shopping. I was alone in the house. I was reading my newspaper. Outside I could hear the sound of the motorized lawn mower. Then the sound stopped. I continued reading my newspaper. I heard a knock at the front door. I went to the door and opened it.

It was the new gardener. He was a tall sturdy fellow with an unruly mop of yellow hair. His pectoral muscles bulged through his short-sleeved T-shirt, and his biceps and triceps rippled, as he wiped his face with a red handkerchief. I looked up into his eyes. I had to. He towered over me.

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” he apologized. “Could I get a glass of water?”

“Of course,” I said, admitting him and guiding him down the hall to the kitchen. He went over to the sink, but I said, “no. I have some cold water in the refrigerator. Drink that.” I took out the bottle and poured a glass for him. He took it from me and downed it in three gulps. I poured another glass. He drank that.

“Thanks a lot, I was really thirsty.”

“So I noticed,” I said. And when he turned to put the glass in the sink, I noticed something else. His gluteals. His round ass was absolutely bulging through his slim-cut blue jeans. The cloth was absolutely molded to the cheeks. My cock sprang suddenly into stiffness, and it looked like I had a maypole in my fly.

“Would you mind if I used your bathroom for a minute?” he asked. “I’ve really got to take a leak.”

“This way,” I said, leading him down the hall, trying to cover my embarrassing tent. How would I explain this?

“Oh, man. I’ve really got to go,” he lamented, and pushed ahead of me to stand at the toilet. His pants were so tight, that there was no way he was going to get his dick through the fly. He opened the waist buttons, and undid the zipper and pushed the jeans down to mid-thigh level. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hadn’t even taken the time to close the door. He was standing there in front of me. I was standing there in the doorway gazing longingly at his gorgeous ass. My cock was doing the Charleston, a crazy 1920’s dance.

He leaned forward to flush the toilet, and his flesh cheeks separated slightly. The little hole between them was exposed for a moment. I heard the sound of cloth tearing, and looked down. My rigid cock had burst through my pants. And I was wearing underpants. The large staff was pulsing all around, and before I knew what was happening, my feet moved forward a couple of steps and my cock was trying to jam itself into his asshole.

“Damn, man. What are you doing?” he cried in surprise.

“I don’t know,” I explained. “It’s not me. It’s my cock.”

“Well, get it away from me.”

I tried. I failed.

“I can’t,” I lamented. “It wants to fuck you. It has to fuck you.” My cock was flicking itself all over his ass, stroking the little rosebud between his reathtaking cheeks. I heard him catch his own breath.

“Man. That feels wicked.” And he started to press his ass against me. “I never had anything rub against my hole like that before. And your dick is so warm and so HUGE.” He reached behind him and wrapped his hand around my rod. It pulsated in his grip.

“AAAGGGHHH,” I moaned. I was getting harder and harder.

“I never saw such a big cock before,” he said in wonderment.

“It wants to go up your asshole. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed. He wasn’t 100% sure, but the more he gripped my dick, the more he wanted it. Meanwhile, I was pinching and squeezing his delicious balloons. I bent down and licked the bouncy flesh. Then I worked my tongue toward the center, and I was actually tonguing the entrance to Utopia. It was so smooth and sensitive against my tongue. I could feel his asslips flickering against my lips. As if they were kissing me back.

“Suck my dick,” I ordered frantically. “You’ve got to get it really wet and slidy.”

Now I stood up and he knelt in front of me. He took my monster into his mouth and began coating it all over with his salivary secretions. I pressed his head into my crotch. He started to choke and cough up, but that was okay because it was just getting me wetter. I hated to lose access to that sweet ass, while he was sucking me.

I wheeled him against the sink and got behind him. I started forcing my dick into his hole.

“Oh, man. That hurts,” he complained.

“Don’t be a baby,” I snapped angrily. “Take it like a man.” I continued to charge forward and felt him opening up around me, accepting me. My appendage was sliding home. It was great. It was so great. I kept moving forward until my balls hit his jiggling assballoons. Then I knew I was there. I lay against his back for a minute or two, luxuriating in the feeling of his hot tunnel squeezing and fluttering on my dick. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck me,” he begged and he tried to screw his hole around on my dick. Now he wanted it. I began a gentle fucking motion into him. And when he divined the rhythm, he began fucking his ass back against my abdomen and balls. His ass was tight enough, but he was squeezing it even tighter around my dick. He was actually jerking me off with his assmuscles.

“Fuck my hot ass. Fuck me,” he was chanting continuously. And I added my own voice and made it a duet.

“My cock is fucking your tight ass. Feel my cock up there inside your body. I’m gonna shoot my fertilizer inside your dark garden. Would you like that? Would you like me to fertilize your asshole?”

“Yes. Yes,” He agreed. “Fertilize me. Fertilize me.”

My cock was just loving this. It was feeling so good. I guess it was glad to be alive. It could have easily died with its donor, if I had not been right there at the right time. Inside his ass it began to feel bigger than ever. As if it were expanding from his assheat. I felt my nuts itching and tingling. The cum was building. It was gonna shoot out through that long tube, which was buried deep in the gardener’s guts. I was going to fertilize the gardener.

“AAAAAARRRRGGGG,” I screamed in passion, as my seed shot forth. “AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH,” I screamed as it shot forth again, and again. My ass was driving my tool deeper into his rectum as my semen shot out.

“Ohhh, yeah. Cum in me. Cum in me,” he wailed slapping his cheeks against my body, milking my cock. “Cream in me. I feel it. My ass is drinking your sweet cream. My ass is getting fertilized. My ass is ready for next year’s crop.”


When I stopped cumming, and he stopped milking, and we both stopped vocalizing, I withdrew my cock from his ass. He stood up. He pulled up his jeans. I stuffed my softening dick back through the tear it had made in my own pants. We looked at each other. I think we were both a little embarrassed.
Neither of us had anticipated this. It had all been a complete surprise.

“I guess I’d better get back and finish mowing the lawn,” he said.

“Yes,” I said, and escorted him to the front door. I was still admiring his asscheeks when he walked across the grass and climbed back up onto the seat of the lawn mower. I closed the door, and went back into the living room. I had some thinking to do.

I opened my pants and dropped them around my ankles. I lowered my split jockeys on top of them. I sat down in an armchair, and began to study my cock. I held it this way. I held it that way. I looked at the freckle. My cock seemed to have a mind of it’s own. It was leading me down strange paths. It knew what it wanted. It wanted ass. It wanted manass. It did not want Leona or Leona’s cunt. That seemed fairly certain. I had a gay cock. I was a walking life support system for a HUGE faggot cock. My whole life was being disrupted, but when I was allowing the cock to have its own way, I certainly wasn’t suffering. I was growing attached to my new cock and wanted it to have a good time.

Just who was my cock donor? I started to wonder. I had to find out where this cock had come from. Just whose it was. What it had done before it was stitched onto me. It seemed very important to me now to find this out. How would I go about this investigation? I knew the doctors would never tell me. I knew the hospital would never tell me. What could I do? I started to devise a plan.

I told Leona I was going to be out on business and would be home late. I had gone to a medical supplies store and purchased a white coat and a stethoscope. I waited till late in the afternoon and drove down to the hospital. I parked in the staff parking lot. (I was wearing my white coat.) I walked into the hospital and found my way to the basement. Yes. There was a door there. Records Room. That was what I wanted. The hall was empty. I went over to the door and turned the knob. Locked. I figured.

I started slowly walking up and down the hall. People passed me, but I kept my eyes down. I didn’t want to gain attention. Up. Down. Up. Down. I touched the stethoscope to my own heart. It was beating rapidly. At last. A woman. A woman with a set of keys. She was walking towards the Records Room. Unobtrusively, I followed her. Walking several paces behind.

She turned the key in the door and went in. I waited a few moments and gently eased the door open. I saw no one. Good. She was lost behind the files. I tiptoed into the room and shut the door behind me. I head her opening drawers on the left side of the room. I scurried into one of the rows on the right side of the room and crouched down.

It took about fifteen minutes, but she finally left. I heard her high heels clicking toward the door of the Records Room. I heard the door open. I heard the door shut. I heard the key turn. How the hell would I get out of there? Oh, well. I’d worry about that later.

I started walking up and down the rows of file drawers. Births. Starting with 1900. Great. I kept walking. Deaths. Starting with 1900. Great. At least they were clearly marked. Appendectomies. Hernias. Euthanasia. Really? I searched and I searched. I must have walked for miles in those files. And there it was. Transplants. Starting with 1970. Good. A shorter row.

I located the row with my date. I opened the drawer apprehensively. Would it be there? It had to be there. I moved through the file to the date of the accident. There it was. Penis Transplant. Recipient. Mr. Gordon Quincy-me. My address. Everything. Donor. I held my breath. Harvey Meeker. Harvey Meeker. 122 Witherspoon Street. Witherspoon Street. I knew where that was. I would go there. What would I find? Harvey Meeker was dead. I had Harvey Meeker’s penis. I wasn’t going to find him at 122 Witherspoon Street. But it was a starting point.

I knew I should go home and go to 122 Witherspoon Street on another day. But I needed to know. I desperately needed to know. What did I need to know? I didn’t know.

I went over and turned the door handle. Locked. Fuck. I’d forgotten that. And it was late in the day. Would I be locked in here all night long? My god. I realized I had to go the bathroom. Fuck. Not now, I thought.

I sat down on the floor next to the door, and waited. And waited. Not a sound. Nothing. I really had to go. This was bad. I clutched my HUGE penis and clamped down on my bladder.

Footsteps. Down the hall. Coming this way. I began to pound on the door.

“Help!” I called.

“Who’s in there?” a female voice called.

“Dr. Fagin,” I improvised. “Help. I’m locked in. I lost my keys. Get me out of here.”

“Wait. I’ll go get help,” the voice said, and I heard high heels clacking down the hallway. Not fast enough. I squeezed and clamped. I didn’t want to go on the floor of the Records Room. I’d try to wait.

Five minutes later I heard footsteps again. Two people. High heels and flat heels. A woman and a man.

“Hurry,” I begged. “I have to go to the men’s room.”

The door opened. It was a tall skinny blonde haired woman, and a gray haired uniformed security guard. Before they could ask me any questions, I ran past them calling “men’s room.” The woman pointed. I ran down the hall. I went in. I made it.

I thought they might follow me and ask for my badge or my pass, but no. When I came out of the men’s room, they were gone. I went up the stairs to the ground floor and out the front door. I walked across the parking lot to my car, got in and drove away. 122 Witherspoon Street.

122 Witherspoon Street was a two story wooden house on a quiet suburban street. I pulled up in front of it, and pulled off my doctor’s coat before getting out of the car. I walked up the front path, up onto the porch and rang the doorbell.

A pleasant looking young man answered the door. Actually he was more than pleasant looking. He was very good looking. He was medium height and slender, with thick brown hair, neatly combed. And he was wearing fairly formfitting slacks, perfectly pressed with a good crease, and a bulky wool sweater.

“Yes?” he asked, wondering what I wanted at his front door.

“This is going to sound strange to you. Did a Harvey Meeker live here?”

“Yes, he did. Did you know Harvey?”

“Not exactly,” I answered. “Did you know Harvey?”

“Of course I knew Harvey,” he said. “We were friends. We were good friends.”

“I see,” I stammered for a couple of minutes. “May I come in?”

He opened the door and motioned for me to pass. He led me into the living room and sat me on the sofa. He sat himself in an armchair facing me.

“Now, what’s this about?” he asked.

“Did you know that someone received a penile transplant from Harvey?”

“Yes. I knew.” He nodded his head and narrowed his eyes on mine.

“I’m the recipient,” I said.

“But those records are supposed to be kept secret. How did you find out about Harvey? And why are you here?” He was puzzled. Puzzled and upset.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I needed to find out about Harvey. Who he was. What he did.”

“But why?” he asked me.

“I haven’t been myself since the surgery,” I explained. “My whole life is topsy-turvy. Was Harvey gay?”

“What kind of question is that?” He was a little put out with me. I really did have a lot of nerve coming to his house and asking a question like that.

“Just answer me,” I pleaded. “I need to know.”

“Yes. Harvey was gay. He was my lover. My partner. And I miss him.” His eyes started to tear up and he reached into his pants pocket for a tissue, and began to dab at his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. “How did Harvey die?”

“He was shot.”

“Oh, my god. How awful. I’m so sorry…. What’s your name?”

“Ralph,” he blubbered into the tissue. He was really sobbing now.

“Ralph, I’m so sorry,” I repeated. “What was it? A robbery?”

“No,” he said. Now he started to talk freely. “I kept begging him to be faithful to me. But he was so promiscuous. It was like he had to screw every man he saw. He was compulsive.”

I was beginning to get a picture of Harvey. That could explain a lot of what had been happening to me. “Who shot Harvey?” I asked.

“A jealous wife,” he cried. “She caught him fucking her husband, and she shot him to death in a jealous rage.”

I was stunned. “How awful,” I said. “How terrible.”

“And she’s going to get off. She’s going to be acquitted. They’re using the gay panic defense.”

I squeezed his shoulder again. I wanted to calm him. I wanted to comfort him. Little by little his sobs subsided. He wiped his eyes again.

“You have Harvey’s penis?” he asked shyly.

“Yes,” I said. “And it’s been doing strange things. It won’t have sex with my wife, but I keep getting hard for other guys. This never happened to me before. I don’t know if it’s the penis. How could it be? It must be me.” Now I started to cry. I reached in my pocket and grabbed a tissue, and began blotting my own eyes. He reached over and began to pat my shoulder.

“I know this is a horrible thing to ask,” he said, “But could I see it?”

“My penis?” I wasn’t prepared for this.

“Harvey’s penis,” he clarified. “Please. I’d like to see it.”

“Okay,” I agreed slowly. I stood up and began to unbuckle my belt. I unbuttoned the top button and opened the metal clasp. I pushed the pants down my leg. Then I lowered my underpants, and stood there with Mr. HUGE hanging there, dangling from my crotch.

I heard a quick intake of breath. “Yes,” he said. He got down on his knees in front of my cock and began to study it. “Do you mind very much if I touch it a second?”

“Be my guest,” I said generously.

He took it in his gentle hand and began feeling it. The length. The weight. He stretched it out and gazed at the head. “Yes. This is Harvey’s penis,” he said. “I’d know it anywhere. This is the cock I love. And there’s the freckle.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my freckle. “Oh, it’s so beautiful,” he continued. “And it’s alive. And it’s here. It’s like a miracle.”

I was starting to get a little stiff from his manual attention.

“It’s so beautiful. It’s so beautiful,” he crooned. Then he started to rub it against his cheek. Then he started to nuzzle it. He looked up into my eyes. “Do you mind terribly?” he asked me.

“No. Go ahead,” I said. I felt sorry for him. He opened his mouth and drew my cock into it. My cock was starting to enjoy the warm wet stimulation. It began to lengthen out and was losing its pliancy. He was almost singing as he worked on it. I looked down at him, and suddenly I knew that my cock wanted to fuck him. “Can I see your ass?” I asked.

He took his mouth off my dick. Strings of thick saliva still connected him to me. He looked up into my eyes again. “Sure,” he said. He started to unbuckle his pants.

“Stand up and let me see your ass,” I urged.

He stood and turned his back to me as he lowered the tight trousers and his gleaming white form-fitting cotton shorts. And then I saw those magnificent fleshy orbs. A thousand bells went off in my head. This had to be the greatest ass of all times. I had never seen anything so beautiful. He thought my cock was beautiful. I thought his ass was beautiful. Maybe we were made for each other. I reached out and began to palpate the resilient flesh. Gorgeous. Magnificent. “Bend over, a little,” I said. “Spread your cheeks.”

I saw the rosy circle. Zing. My cock went berserk. It started swinging around like a paddle-ball game. It turned an angry red. It was pulsing. It was throbbing. It reached out, (I almost tripped following it,) and delved between his luscious cheeks. It started jamming itself into his tight hole.

“Just wait a second,” he said. “I’m a little tight. It’s been a while. And it’s so big.” He knelt down and started sucking me again. He spit onto his fingers and started threading them into his asshole, moistening it, getting it ready for my entry. Then he stood up and turned his ass to me again, bending at the waist. “Go for it,” he said.

I went for it. My cock plunged in. Right in. It slipped right through the entryway and skated all the way down his hot hallway. My god. I had never in my life….No, never. I swear it.

“It feels so good,” he said. “I love it. I love it. Give me Harvey’s cock. Give it to me.”

I swear I heard an angel chorus. “Oh, Ralph, baby. Take it. Take my big cock. Squeeze your ass on my big cock. That’s it. That’s it, honey.” I slammed into him enthusiastically. First I had my hands on his hips, than I moved my arms around him and clasped him to me, and began hunching into his delectable hole. This was where I belonged. My cock had finally come home. I hunched, and I hunched.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. What’s your name?”

“Gordon,” I answered. “Gordon is fucking you with his HUGE new cock. You like Gordon’s HUGE new cock?”

“Oh, yes, Gordon. Yes. I love your HUGE new cock. Let me keep it inside me forever. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m fucking you. I’m gonna give you my Gordon sperm. You may have had this cock before, but you never had my Gordon sperm. You want my Gordoncum?”

“Shoot your cum into my ass. I want your Gordoncum. Give me your Gordoncum. I’ll keep it inside me till the day I die.”

“Liar,” I laughed, squeezing him. “It’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Then you’ll just have to keep filling me up.” He slammed his ass against my balls. The bells started ringing again. They were accompanying the angel chorus. I felt a scorching in my long tube.

“Yes. Yes. I feel it. Shoot it. Shoot it.” He kept slamming his ass onto my pubic bone, and tightening his muscles as he drew off, squeezing my sensitive dick in his talented channel.

My cum blasted out and coated his asstunnel. I humped him for another couple of minutes, and when my cock became pliant again, I slowly withdrew it. My cum spilled out of his now-gaping hole, and ran over his taut cheeks and down his legs. I stuck my finger in his wet ass and made digital love to it.

“Oh, Gordon. Thank you. Thank you. This has been so wonderful for me. You just can’t know.”

“You think it hasn’t been wonderful for me?” I asked. “I think my cock is in love with your ass. My cock loves your ass. It wants to live in your ass. Forever and ever and ever.”

He turned around and we were facing each other. Suddenly we were kissing. A mad passionate kiss. My tongue was all over his sweet mouth.

“Oh, honey, honey,” I chanted.

He sucked my lips. He patted my cheek. He reached down and held my cock for dear life. “I love you. I love you. I wish you could be mine,” he breathed longingly

I started to think. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. I already knew my cock loved his ass, and now I realized that I loved him. Life is so strange. To think that a dead man’s penis could lead me to the love of my life. Maybe the lawn mower thing was no accident. Maybe it was meant to be. Fate. A divine plan. Maybe everything had happened so that I would meet Ralph and we would love each other. Forever and ever and ever. I turned my eyes heavenward. “Thank you, father,” I said softly.

I did go home. But over the next few weeks, I knew there would never be anything for Leona and me. I told her that she should find a man who could love her, who could fuck her. I told her that I was impotent now, and it wasn’t fair to her. She cried. She protested. But I insisted on being noble. She loved cock and she should have it. Finally we agreed to separate and to divorce.

I was semi-conscious. I knew that there had been an accident. I knew that I was in an ambulance and we were speeding to the hospital. The siren screamed in my head, and I was weak from loss of blood. What had happened to me? I wasn’t even sure. One minute I had been sitting in the seat of the motorized lawn mower, mowing my lawn, and then I had hit a tree stump or something and I had gone flying. Flying forward onto the ground in front of the mower. The mower was following me. It was going to run me over. It ran me over. There was blood everywhere. I heard my wife, Leona, screaming. Then I think I must have passed out. And now I knew I was in an ambulance. There were two attendants in the vehicle. One was talking to me. I didn’t know what he was saying. My wife was sitting next to me, holding my hand, still crying.

We stopped. I waited a minute and knew the back doors were being opened. I knew I was on a stretcher. They were lifting me out of the ambulance onto the street. They were rolling me through the emergency room doors. I passed out again.

I was in a very deep sleep. I knew I was in a very deep sleep. It was warm. It was cozy. Maybe I would never wake up.

I woke up. The sun was shining through the window. Leona was sitting in a chair across the room. A nurse was adjusting the liquid in the plastic bag, which was attached to a long tube which was attached to a needle which went into my arm. I blinked a few times. She looked at me. She left the room. The next time I blinked, she had returned with a man in a white coat. A doctor. I looked across at Leona. She was crying again.

I realized that my whole midsection was bandaged, and that I was catheterized for urination.

“What happened?” I asked groggily.

“You had an accident,” the doctor said.

“I don’t remember,” I explained.

“No. I’m sure you don’t. You lost a lot of blood. You were in very bad shape. We almost lost you.”

The lawn mower?” I asked.

“Yes,” said the doctor. It ran over you. It severed your penis.”

“My penis? My penis is gone? Oh my god. Oh my god.” Now I was crying.

“It’s all right. It’s all right,” soothed the doctor, bracing my shoulder. “You have a new penis. You’re going to be all right.”

“A new penis?” I asked. I couldn’t understand. I’d never heard of that.

“Yes. You’re a very lucky man. Just as we rushed you to the operating room, another patient passed away. And he was an organ donor. We gave you his penis. And it’s a rather nice one, if I do say so myself.”

“I never heard of penis transplants,” I said. “I’ve heard of kidney, liver. Not penis.”

“It’s a brand new technology,” the doctor said. “You’re one of the first.”

“Will it work?” I asked.

“We believe it will,” said the doctor. “You’ve just got to give yourself time to heal, and you should be as good as new.”

I looked across at Leona. She smiled bravely, dabbing at a tear. She had liked my old penis. She liked sucking it. She liked getting it inside her pussy. And now it was gone. No wonder she was crying. But, hell. I had a brand new penis and the doctor said it was a nice one, so everything would probably be all right. Just the same as before. I just had to give myself time to heal. I was lucky. I could have been left with no penis. Just a little stump, or hole, or whatever they did before transplants.

I was in the hospital more than a month. I had to be, because of the catheterization. Finally the day came when the bandages were removed. I was afraid to look at my new penis. I was a little squeamish. I was afraid it wouldn’t really fit right. I was afraid it wouldn’t feel right. It was a whole new unfamiliar part of my anatomy. But I would have to get used to it. Just not right now. The tubes were still in me. I would have to wait a few more days till I would be obliged to urinate on my own. To take the foreign penis in my fingers. To empty my bladder through it on command.

Leona came to the hospital every day and brought magazines. One day she brought a men’s magazine with naked ladies, but I was afraid I could do myself damage if I got an erection, so I wouldn’t look at it. I made her take it away. Then one morning the urologist came in and gently detubed me. I still winced. I could feel the plastic being drawn out of the penis.

“You’re on your own,” said the doctor.

“Okay,” I answered nervously.

Now I was dying to look at my new member. I wanted to see what I looked like now. Would it be very different than before? But I wasn’t going to lift the sheets with Leona in the room. And I had a roommate who was on the phone all day and night. I wouldn’t be sorry to go home and leave him behind. There was a curtain between his bed and mine, so he wouldn’t be able to see what I did. I just had to get rid of Leona for a while.

“Honey, why don’t you go down to the cafeteria and have your lunch,” I suggested.

“I’m not hungry,” she said.

“Go on, sweetie. You sit here all day. Stretch your legs. Go down and get yourself an ice cream soda.”

“An ice cream soda?” She was tantalized. She hadn’t thought of that. That was much more appealing than lunch.

“Yes. An all chocolate ice cream soda. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “Maybe I will.” She got up and took her purse. I was delighted. I knew how to handle my wife, all right. “I’ll be back in a little while, Gordon,” she said.

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. Enjoy the soda.” She smiled at me and left the room. I counted to twenty-five and lifted the sheets. Then I lifted the gown. And I saw it. There it was. It was……..hefty. A big fat weighty thing. I lifted it my palm and moved it around. It was heavy. It was meaty. I wondered how big it would get when it got hard. If it got hard. It had to get hard. It would be like the tenth wonder of the world when it got hard. I lifted it up so I could study the head. There was a tiny little freckle on the head. A cute little freckle. It was really a very distinctive penis. I would be proud to call it my own. I squeezed it in my hand a little and the eye winked at me.

I rubbed my finger lovingly over the freckle. My own little freckle. My first and only freckle. I wondered how Leona would like the freckle. She would love the freckle. She would love the penis. Face it. Leona loved cock. I couldn’t wait to get home and give it to her.

When they checked me out of the hospital, the doctor warned me that I was not to attempt sexual intercourse for at least another month, and I was to try to avoid becoming erect. So for the next month, I moved into the guest room down the hall, where I wouldn’t have a sexy body lying next to me all night. Many a night I lay in that guest room, fondling my new toy, and dying to tease it stiff. But I had been told ‘no stiffies’ and I obeyed.

Leona had hired a gardener. A handsome young man. I watched him out of the front window as he sailed over our lawn. Lawn mowing was now a thing of the past for me. Never again would I mow.

I paid one more visit to the Urologist. This time in his office. I undressed and put on a gown. He came in and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and began the examination.

“It’s healed very nicely,” he approved. He was massaging it and massaging it. I had to control myself to make sure I didn’t get an erection in the doctor’s hand.

“I see you’ve got a freckle,” he observed.

“Yes,” I said proudly. “I noticed that.”

“Pretty special,” he said. And we both laughed. “I think you can start having sexual intercourse,” he told me.

“I can?” I was absolutely delighted.

“Go right ahead. Get used to working with your new tool.”

“Terrific,” I answered. I’m sure I had a smile a foot wide. When I got back into the waiting room, Leona looked at me questioningly. I nodded my head. She smiled too. “Tonight,” I promised her. “We can do it tonight. I’ll move back into the bedroom.”

“Wonderful,” she said. And she meant it.

That night as we got undressed, Leona started to giggle.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m so nervous. I feel like a blushing bride.”

“How should I feel?” I asked. “I’m the one with strange equipment.”

“Let me see it,” she said, teasingly.

“No,” I protested, holding my hands over my crotch in mock modesty. “I’m embarrassed.

“Let me see it,” she chased me and tried to pry my hands off of it. We were both laughing like a couple of school kids. Finally she dragged me down on the bed, and I let her moved my hands off the penis. She crouched down and studied it.

“It’s gorgeous,” she said. “It’s just gorgeous. And it’s huge. HUGE!”

“Yes, it is,” I laughed. “It’s just HUGE!” I mimicked her.

“And look. It’s got a teeny little freckle on its face,” she noticed. “That’s so sweet.”

I grabbed her and we wrestled on the bed. I figured after all this time I would slide it home and just rape her. But, no. My big heavy appendage was still malleable. It had not gotten hard.

I tried to work myself up to an erection. I kissed and licked Leona’s tits. I did the same to her pussy. Nothing.

“Go down on me,” I said.

She crouched between my thighs and took the HUGE new dick into her mouth. She sucked it. She tongued it. She made slurping noises. Nothing.

“It’s not getting hard,” she said. She was in despair.

I reached down and started whacking myself. Nothing. It wasn’t getting hard. We tried for over two hours, and then we were both pooped. We got under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I could hear Leona sobbing in the darkness.

The next day I called the doctor’s office and had to wait six hours for him to call me back. I explained the situation.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Everything looks all right,” he assured me. “Maybe you just have to give it a little time. It’s probably all mental. You’re probably feeling pressured and it’s affecting your performance.” I hung up little assuaged.

We tried on several more occasions, and as usual….nothing. It was depressing. I had a new penis which was gorgeous and HUGE and wasn’t getting hard. A lot of good it was doing me.

Maybe I just needed to relax. I drove over to the health club and worked out a little. It was early in the afternoon and there weren’t many people there. I used the machines. I lifted a few weights. Then I put my workout clothes in my locker, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed for the sauna.

There was one other guy in there, sitting on the bench. We nodded to each other, and I sat down on a bench on the other side of the room. He ran his hand over his face. He was sweating. He got up and took off his towel, and wiped his face with it. Then he turned away and stretched the towel along the bench, and he lay upon the towel with his naked rear exposed.

I felt a strange curious tingling, and whomp. I felt my limp new penis suddenly snap to attention. My god. It was HUGE. But how come I was getting a hard on here in the sauna? It had burst through my towel, but the other guy was lying on his arms with his eyes closed and fortunately didn’t see it. This was embarrassing. The most intense feelings were flooding through my crotch. I closed my eyes and tried to shift my attention. I thought of my last trip to the South of France. I thought of my long weeks in the hospital and the terrible food. Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off the guy’s buttcheeks. They were so round. So smooth. So perfectly formed. I began to fantasize about the little hole at the bottom of the cleft between those two perfect cantaloupes, which I now wanted to taste. My HUGE new penis was swinging around uncontrollably in my crotch. I grabbed it to try to control it, but it was controlling me.

I jumped to my feet and my towel fell to the floor. The guy heard the creak of the bench when I got up, and the sound of the towel hitting the floor. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked at my HUGE stiff dick. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and I thought I saw his ass twitch a little as if welcoming me. I didn’t need a written invitation. I crossed the room in two large strides and began feeling up those delectable globes. I licked my finger, and started reaching between them. My other hand was holding my HUGE cock.

When my finger slipped into his hole, he muttered, “Oh, yeah.” And began twisting his behind around, trying to grasp my finger. I took out my finger. I climbed on the bench on top of him and spit into my hand. I covered my cock with saliva and began to press it into him.

What a feeling. Was it his ass? Was it my new cock? It didn’t matter. What my old cock felt fucking a woman’s pussy, and what my new cock was now feeling fucking a man’s asshole were two entirely different things. Had I died and gone to heaven? No. This was much better than heaven. His steamy asswalls were sucking on the HUGE cock as if they had never felt anything so wonderful against them before. I gently twisted his two hemispheres as I dove between them. I started licking his damp neck. He was moaning. He was laughing. He was crying. “Oh, yeah, man. Fuck me man. Shove that HUGE cock into me. I love it, man. I love your HUGE dick. I want to keep it in me forever. Keep fucking me man. Fuck me with that HUGE cock. Shoot your hot cum in my hole.” The more he babbled, the more his body bucked under me, the more his ass swallowed my dick, and my balls were banging against his bouncy cheeks.

My cock was working. My new cock was working. It was fucking. I was beyond happy. My freckle was deep inside this young guy’s asshole. I started to feel a stirring in my balls. I was getting ready to shoot my load.

“Oh, yeah, man,” he wailed. “I can feel your HUGE prick getting HUGER inside my ass. You’re getting ready to cum, man. You’re getting ready to spew your hot sperm inside my tight mancunt. Shoot it into me, baby. Give me your hot cum. I want your babyseed in my body,”

His language was getting to me, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. My cock started shooting out jet after jet of my own seed. Thank god, it was my own seed. I still had my original balls if not my original cock.

“Oh, yeah, man. I can feel your hot juice in my body. Your sweet cream is flooding my hole. I love it. I love your hot cum man. I love your HUGE dick, man. Would you marry me?”

I laughed at his joke and gave him a playful slap on his butt, as I withdrew my gratified new cock and stood up.

“That was just great, man,” he extolled. “Where have you been all my life?”

I laughed again. He was getting a little too serious. After all, I was married. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the showers to cool down. After my shower, I went to the lounge and lay down on a long chair. I think I fell asleep for a short while. When I woke up, I felt very relaxed. Very relaxed and very contented. I stretched my arms and legs and yawned loudly.

I went into the exercise room and did another few minutes of weight lifting. I decided I would take one more sauna, (just a sauna this time), before showering, dressing and driving home.

This time there were two guys in the sauna. One on each side. Good. With a crowd there, I wouldn’t have a repeat performance of what had just occurred. I sat down on the bench about a foot away from one of the guys. The other guy was sitting on the opposite bench. He got up to throw some water on the hot coals. His towel dropped to the floor. I saw his ass. My cock saw his ass. It snapped into a frenzied attention, and burst through my towel again.

The guy sitting next to me looked at it in amazement. I was about to mutter apologies, when suddenly he fell to the floor onto his knees and crept between my legs. Before I could even react, he had his jaws around my enormous stiff cock. His mouth must have been cavernous to get that thing inside it. You would think he would have been in discomfort, but he was happily slurping and humming away as he tongued all around my member. He made choking noises as he forced it into his throat. He was choking, but he was loving it. I could feel the saliva spilling out of his mouth all over my thighs.

The guy whose ass had brought on this whole situation, had turned toward us and was watching the scene. He did have a beautiful ass. I stretched out my arm, signaling him to approach. He came over. I started feeling his sweet cheeks. He bent down and planted his mouth over mine, and we were kissing like Romeo and Juliet as I fingered his tight hole, and the other guy suctioned my HUGE dick. Then he took his mouth off the dick and just held it, while he moved his face down and began to make love to my balls. My balls got about five minutes worth of attention. Then he moved back and swallowed the cock again. Meanwhile I was fondling and kissing Mr. Beautybutt.

I had to have that butt. My crazy new cock wanted it right now. The blowjob was great, but my cock wanted to fuck. To fuck ass. To fuck Mr. Beautybutt right now. I withdrew my HUGE piston from the worshiping mouth, and spread my towel on the floor. I took Mr. Beautybutt’s towel and laid it alongside mine for a wider area. I coaxed Mr. Beautybutt into position. I sat him down and got on my knees between his legs. I lifted his beautiful manlegs over my shoulders, and spit all over my dick again. I leaned down and spit a few gobs into his hole. After all, my cock was HUGE.

I positioned the thick head against his sweet little beautybutt rosebud and tried to be as gentle as possible, easing inside. Inside that sweet grasping tunnel he carried between his cheeks. What a beautybutt. What a fuck. I lay right down on top of him and fucked away, between his parted knees and thighs. First his heels were in the air, but then he pressed them against my own butt. He was holding me into him. He reached down and grabbed my butt with his hands, and raised his hole up to me. We had a smooth, machine-like operation going.

“What a great cock,” he cried, when I took my mouth off his for a second.

“I never saw anything like it,” said Mr. Sucker. He crawled behind me and began licking my balls and my asshole as I plowed Mr. Beatybutt. What a scene this was. This was beyond anything that had ever occurred in my wildest imagination. I had, of course, fantasized about fucking two women. But who would have imagined that I would be here fucking two men?

“Fuck me. Please fuck me with your HUGE dick,” pleaded Mr. Beautybutt.

“I will, baby,” I promised. “I’m fucking you with my HUGE dick. My HUGE dick is way up inside your belly. My dick loves your asshole. My dick loves your sweet asshole.” And that was so true. My dick really did love his sweet asshole better than anything else in the world. My dick was almost fucking on its own. Fucking that sweet tight asshole. My dick loved ass. It really loved ass. I was jubilant. My new penis was working so well. Leona would be so happy. Just wait till she got this big thing inside her. This cock would compensate her for all the tears she had shed.

“My ass loves your HUGE dick. Your dick is so talented,” moaned Mr. Beautybutt. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Shoot your hot cum into my hole. Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass.” I really didn’t need the encouragement. My cock was doing quite nicely on its own. But his words were exciting me and I felt the cum-pressure again in my balls, which Mr. Sucker was licking. When he stuck his tongue into my asshole again, it was just too much for me. My load just powered out of the HUGE cock deep into Mr. Beauybutt. He was now carrying my DNA. I kissed him, and ran my tongue around his mouth. As I kissed him, I felt his own cock thrash against my abdomen and start spilling out warm liquid. We kissed and kissed until we caught out breath. Meanwhile Mr. Sucker was sitting on the towel, jerking furiously. I watched as he brought in his own gusher. We all looked at each other in satiated comradeship. Then we grabbed our towels and headed for the showers.

I drove home in a warm glow. Maybe I wouldn’t try fucking Leona tonight. I had just cum twice. It might be prudent to wait until tomorrow night.

The next night I quietly crawled beneath the covers. I was grinning in the dark. Leona was about to get a HUGE surprise. Stealthily I put my arm around her.

“What is it?” she asked.

I crawled on top of her and reached for my cock. It was limp. It was so limp. I lay on her and played with myself. Nothing. She patiently waited beneath me. I rubbed, I kissed, I slapped, I tried everything, and Nothing. Puzzled, I rolled back to my side of the bed and stared up into the darkness.

“I guess it’s never going to work,” she brooded sadly.

I couldn’t tell her that it already had worked, now could I? Maybe I needed a psychiatrist.

“I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it,” I babbled insanely.

“Never mind, honey,” she touched my cheek, trying to comfort me. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye and rolled down my cheek.

The next day Leona drove into town to do some shopping. I was alone in the house. I was reading my newspaper. Outside I could hear the sound of the motorized lawn mower. Then the sound stopped. I continued reading my newspaper. I heard a knock at the front door. I went to the door and opened it.

It was the new gardener. He was a tall sturdy fellow with an unruly mop of yellow hair. His pectoral muscles bulged through his short-sleeved T-shirt, and his biceps and triceps rippled, as he wiped his face with a red handkerchief. I looked up into his eyes. I had to. He towered over me.

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” he apologized. “Could I get a glass of water?”

“Of course,” I said, admitting him and guiding him down the hall to the kitchen. He went over to the sink, but I said, “no. I have some cold water in the refrigerator. Drink that.” I took out the bottle and poured a glass for him. He took it from me and downed it in three gulps. I poured another glass. He drank that.

“Thanks a lot, I was really thirsty.”

“So I noticed,” I said. And when he turned to put the glass in the sink, I noticed something else. His gluteals. His round ass was absolutely bulging through his slim-cut blue jeans. The cloth was absolutely molded to the cheeks. My cock sprang suddenly into stiffness, and it looked like I had a maypole in my fly.

“Would you mind if I used your bathroom for a minute?” he asked. “I’ve really got to take a leak.”

“This way,” I said, leading him down the hall, trying to cover my embarrassing tent. How would I explain this?

“Oh, man. I’ve really got to go,” he lamented, and pushed ahead of me to stand at the toilet. His pants were so tight, that there was no way he was going to get his dick through the fly. He opened the waist buttons, and undid the zipper and pushed the jeans down to mid-thigh level. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hadn’t even taken the time to close the door. He was standing there in front of me. I was standing there in the doorway gazing longingly at his gorgeous ass. My cock was doing the Charleston, a crazy 1920’s dance.

He leaned forward to flush the toilet, and his flesh cheeks separated slightly. The little hole between them was exposed for a moment. I heard the sound of cloth tearing, and looked down. My rigid cock had burst through my pants. And I was wearing underpants. The large staff was pulsing all around, and before I knew what was happening, my feet moved forward a couple of steps and my cock was trying to jam itself into his asshole.

“Damn, man. What are you doing?” he cried in surprise.

“I don’t know,” I explained. “It’s not me. It’s my cock.”

“Well, get it away from me.”

I tried. I failed.

“I can’t,” I lamented. “It wants to fuck you. It has to fuck you.” My cock was flicking itself all over his ass, stroking the little rosebud between his breathtaking cheeks. I heard him catch his own breath.

“Man. That feels wicked.” And he started to press his ass against me. “I never had anything rub against my hole like that before. And your dick is so warm and so HUGE.” He reached behind him and wrapped his hand around my rod. It pulsated in his grip.

“AAAGGGHHH,” I moaned. I was getting harder and harder.

“I never saw such a big cock before,” he said in wonderment.

“It wants to go up your asshole. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed. He wasn’t 100% sure, but the more he gripped my dick, the more he wanted it. Meanwhile, I was pinching and squeezing his delicious balloons. I bent down and licked the bouncy flesh. Then I worked my tongue toward the center, and I was actually tonguing the entrance to Utopia. It was so smooth and sensitive against my tongue. I could feel his asslips flickering against my lips. As if they were kissing me back.

“Suck my dick,” I ordered frantically. “You’ve got to get it really wet and slidy.”

Now I stood up and he knelt in front of me. He took my monster into his mouth and began coating it all over with his salivary secretions. I pressed his head into my crotch. He started to choke and cough up, but that was okay because it was just getting me wetter. I hated to lose access to that sweet ass, while he was sucking me.

I wheeled him against the sink and got behind him. I started forcing my dick into his hole.

“Oh, man. That hurts,” he complained.

“Don’t be a baby,” I snapped angrily. “Take it like a man.” I continued to charge forward and felt him opening up around me, accepting me. My appendage was sliding home. It was great. It was so great. I kept moving forward until my balls hit his jiggling assballoons. Then I knew I was there. I lay against his back for a minute or two, luxuriating in the feeling of his hot tunnel squeezing and fluttering on my dick. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck me,” he begged and he tried to screw his hole around on my dick. Now he wanted it. I began a gentle fucking motion into him. And when he divined the rhythm, he began fucking his ass back against my abdomen and balls. His ass was tight enough, but he was squeezing it even tighter around my dick. He was actually jerking me off with his assmuscles.

“Fuck my hot ass. Fuck me,” he was chanting continuously. And I added my own voice and made it a duet.

“My cock is fucking your tight ass. Feel my cock up there inside your body. I’m gonna shoot my fertilizer inside your dark garden. Would you like that? Would you like me to fertilize your asshole?”

“Yes. Yes,” He agreed. “Fertilize me. Fertilize me.”

My cock was just loving this. It was feeling so good. I guess it was glad to be alive. It could have easily died with its donor, if I had not been right there at the right time. Inside his ass it began to feel bigger than ever. As if it were expanding from his assheat. I felt my nuts itching and tingling. The cum was building. It was gonna shoot out through that long tube, which was buried deep in the gardener’s guts. I was going to fertilize the gardener.

“AAAAAARRRRGGGG,” I screamed in passion, as my seed shot forth. “AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH,” I screamed as it shot forth again, and again. My ass was driving my tool deeper into his rectum as my semen shot out.

“Ohhh, yeah. Cum in me. Cum in me,” he wailed slapping his cheeks against my body, milking my cock. “Cream in me. I feel it. My ass is drinking your sweet cream. My ass is getting fertilized. My ass is ready for next year’s crop.”

When I stopped cumming, and he stopped milking, and we both stopped vocalizing, I withdrew my cock from his ass. He stood up. He pulled up his jeans. I stuffed my softening dick back through the tear it had made in my own pants. We looked at each other. I think we were both a little embarrassed.
Neither of us had anticipated this. It had all been a complete surprise.

“I guess I’d better get back and finish mowing the lawn,” he said.

“Yes,” I said, and escorted him to the front door. I was still admiring his asscheeks when he walked across the grass and climbed back up onto the seat of the lawn mower. I closed the door, and went back into the living room. I had some thinking to do.

I opened my pants and dropped them around my ankles. I lowered my split jockeys on top of them. I sat down in an armchair, and began to study my cock. I held it this way. I held it that way. I looked at the freckle. My cock seemed to have a mind of it’s own. It was leading me down strange paths. It knew what it wanted. It wanted ass. It wanted manass. It did not want Leona or Leona’s cunt. That seemed fairly certain. I had a gay cock. I was a walking life support system for a HUGE faggot cock. My whole life was being disrupted, but when I was allowing the cock to have its own way, I certainly wasn’t suffering. I was growing attached to my new cock and wanted it to have a good time.

Just who was my cock donor? I started to wonder. I had to find out where this cock had come from. Just whose it was. What it had done before it was stitched onto me. It seemed very important to me now to find this out. How would I go about this investigation? I knew the doctors would never tell me. I knew the hospital would never tell me. What could I do? I started to devise a plan.

I told Leona I was going to be out on business and would be home late. I had gone to a medical supplies store and purchased a white coat and a stethoscope. I waited till late in the afternoon and drove down to the hospital. I parked in the staff parking lot. (I was wearing my white coat.) I walked into the hospital and found my way to the basement. Yes. There was a door there. Records Room. That was what I wanted. The hall was empty. I went over to the door and turned the knob. Locked. I figured.

I started slowly walking up and down the hall. People passed me, but I kept my eyes down. I didn’t want to gain attention. Up. Down. Up. Down. I touched the stethoscope to my own heart. It was beating rapidly. At last. A woman. A woman with a set of keys. She was walking towards the Records Room. Unobtrusively, I followed her. Walking several paces behind.

She turned the key in the door and went in. I waited a few moments and gently eased the door open. I saw no one. Good. She was lost behind the files. I tiptoed into the room and shut the door behind me. I head her opening drawers on the left side of the room. I scurried into one of the rows on the right side of the room and crouched down.

It took about fifteen minutes, but she finally left. I heard her high heels clicking toward the door of the Records Room. I heard the door open. I heard the door shut. I heard the key turn. How the hell would I get out of there? Oh, well. I’d worry about that later.

I started walking up and down the rows of file drawers. Births. Starting with 1900. Great. I kept walking. Deaths. Starting with 1900. Great. At least they were clearly marked. Appendectomies. Hernias. Euthanasia. Really? I searched and I searched. I must have walked for miles in those files. And there it was. Transplants. Starting with 1970. Good. A shorter row.

I located the row with my date. I opened the drawer apprehensively. Would it be there? It had to be there. I moved through the file to the date of the accident. There it was. Penis Transplant. Recipient. Mr. Gordon Quincy-me. My address. Everything. Donor. I held my breath. Harvey Meeker. Harvey Meeker. 122 Witherspoon Street. Witherspoon Street. I knew where that was. I would go there. What would I find? Harvey Meeker was dead. I had Harvey Meeker’s penis. I wasn’t going to find him at 122 Witherspoon Street. But it was a starting point.

I knew I should go home and go to 122 Witherspoon Street on another day. But I needed to know. I desperately needed to know. What did I need to know? I didn’t know.

I went over and turned the door handle. Locked. Fuck. I’d forgotten that. And it was late in the day. Would I be locked in here all night long? My god. I realized I had to go the bathroom. Fuck. Not now, I thought.

I sat down on the floor next to the door, and waited. And waited. Not a sound. Nothing. I really had to go. This was bad. I clutched my HUGE penis and clamped down on my bladder.

Footsteps. Down the hall. Coming this way. I began to pound on the door.

“Help!” I called.

“Who’s in there?” a female voice called.

“Dr. Fagin,” I improvised. “Help. I’m locked in. I lost my keys. Get me out of here.”

“Wait. I’ll go get help,” the voice said, and I heard high heels clacking down the hallway. Not fast enough. I squeezed and clamped. I didn’t want to go on the floor of the Records Room. I’d try to wait.

Five minutes later I heard footsteps again. Two people. High heels and flat heels. A woman and a man.

“Hurry,” I begged. “I have to go to the men’s room.”

The door opened. It was a tall skinny blonde haired woman, and a gray haired uniformed security guard. Before they could ask me any questions, I ran past them calling “men’s room.” The woman pointed. I ran down the hall. I went in. I made it.

I thought they might follow me and ask for my badge or my pass, but no. When I came out of the men’s room, they were gone. I went up the stairs to the ground floor and out the front door. I walked across the parking lot to my car, got in and drove away. 122 Witherspoon Street.

122 Witherspoon Street was a two story wooden house on a quiet suburban street. I pulled up in front of it, and pulled off my doctor’s coat before getting out of the car. I walked up the front path, up onto the porch and rang the doorbell.

A pleasant looking young man answered the door. Actually he was more than pleasant looking. He was very good looking. He was medium height and slender, with thick brown hair, neatly combed. And he was wearing fairly formfitting slacks, perfectly pressed with a good crease, and a bulky wool sweater.

“Yes?” he asked, wondering what I wanted at his front door.

“This is going to sound strange to you. Did a Harvey Meeker live here?”

“Yes, he did. Did you know Harvey?”

“Not exactly,” I answered. “Did you know Harvey?”

“Of course I knew Harvey,” he said. “We were friends. We were good friends.”

“I see,” I stammered for a couple of minutes. “May I come in?”

He opened the door and motioned for me to pass. He led me into the living room and sat me on the sofa. He sat himself in an armchair facing me.

“Now, what’s this about?” he asked.

“Did you know that someone received a penile transplant from Harvey?”

“Yes. I knew.” He nodded his head and narrowed his eyes on mine.

“I’m the recipient,” I said.

“But those records are supposed to be kept secret. How did you find out about Harvey? And why are you here?” He was puzzled. Puzzled and upset.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I needed to find out about Harvey. Who he was. What he did.”

“But why?” he asked me.

“I haven’t been myself since the surgery,” I explained. “My whole life is topsy-turvy. Was Harvey gay?”

“What kind of question is that?” He was a little put out with me. I really did have a lot of nerve coming to his house and asking a question like that.

“Just answer me,” I pleaded. “I need to know.”

“Yes. Harvey was gay. He was my lover. My partner. And I miss him.” His eyes started to tear up and he reached into his pants pocket for a tissue, and began to dab at his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching over and patting him on the shoulder. “How did Harvey die?”

“He was shot.”

“Oh, my god. How awful. I’m so sorry…. What’s your name?”

“Ralph,” he blubbered into the tissue. He was really sobbing now.

“Ralph, I’m so sorry,” I repeated. “What was it? A robbery?”

“No,” he said. Now he started to talk freely. “I kept begging him to be faithful to me. But he was so promiscuous. It was like he had to screw every man he saw. He was compulsive.”

I was beginning to get a picture of Harvey. That could explain a lot of what had been happening to me. “Who shot Harvey?” I asked.

“A jealous wife,” he cried. “She caught him fucking her husband, and she shot him to death in a jealous rage.”

I was stunned. “How awful,” I said. “How terrible.”

“And she’s going to get off. She’s going to be acquitted. They’re using the gay panic defense.”

I squeezed his shoulder again. I wanted to calm him. I wanted to comfort him. Little by little his sobs subsided. He wiped his eyes again.

“You have Harvey’s penis?” he asked shyly.

“Yes,” I said. “And it’s been doing strange things. It won’t have sex with my wife, but I keep getting hard for other guys. This never happened to me before. I don’t know if it’s the penis. How could it be? It must be me.” Now I started to cry. I reached in my pocket and grabbed a tissue, and began blotting my own eyes. He reached over and began to pat my shoulder.

“I know this is a horrible thing to ask,” he said, “But could I see it?”

“My penis?” I wasn’t prepared for this.

“Harvey’s penis,” he clarified. “Please. I’d like to see it.”

“Okay,” I agreed slowly. I stood up and began to unbuckle my belt. I unbuttoned the top button and opened the metal clasp. I pushed the pants down my leg. Then I lowered my underpants, and stood there with Mr. HUGE hanging there, dangling from my crotch.

I heard a quick intake of breath. “Yes,” he said. He got down on his knees in front of my cock and began to study it. “Do you mind very much if I touch it a second?”

“Be my guest,” I said generously.

He took it in his gentle hand and began feeling it. The length. The weight. He stretched it out and gazed at the head. “Yes. This is Harvey’s penis,” he said. “I’d know it anywhere. This is the cock I love. And there’s the freckle.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my freckle. “Oh, it’s so beautiful,” he continued. “And it’s alive. And it’s here. It’s like a miracle.”

I was starting to get a little stiff from his manual attention.

“It’s so beautiful. It’s so beautiful,” he crooned. Then he started to rub it against his cheek. Then he started to nuzzle it. He looked up into my eyes. “Do you mind terribly?” he asked me.

“No. Go ahead,” I said. I felt sorry for him. He opened his mouth and drew my cock into it. My cock was starting to enjoy the warm wet stimulation. It began to lengthen out and was losing its pliancy. He was almost singing as he worked on it. I looked down at him, and suddenly I knew that my cock wanted to fuck him. “Can I see your ass?” I asked.

He took his mouth off my dick. Strings of thick saliva still connected him to me. He looked up into my eyes again. “Sure,” he said. He started to unbuckle his pants.

“Stand up and let me see your ass,” I urged.

He stood and turned his back to me as he lowered the tight trousers and his gleaming white form-fitting cotton shorts. And then I saw those magnificent fleshy orbs. A thousand bells went off in my head. This had to be the greatest ass of all times. I had never seen anything so beautiful. He thought my cock was beautiful. I thought his ass was beautiful. Maybe we were made for each other. I reached out and began to palpate the resilient flesh. Gorgeous. Magnificent. “Bend over, a little,” I said. “Spread your cheeks.”

I saw the rosy circle. Zing. My cock went berserk. It started swinging around like a paddle-ball game. It turned an angry red. It was pulsing. It was throbbing. It reached out, (I almost tripped following it,) and delved between his luscious cheeks. It started jamming itself into his tight hole.

“Just wait a second,” he said. “I’m a little tight. It’s been a while. And it’s so big.” He knelt down and started sucking me again. He spit onto his fingers and started threading them into his asshole, moistening it, getting it ready for my entry. Then he stood up and turned his ass to me again, bending at the waist. “Go for it,” he said.

I went for it. My cock plunged in. Right in. It slipped right through the entryway and skated all the way down his hot hallway. My god. I had never in my life….No, never. I swear it.

“It feels so good,” he said. “I love it. I love it. Give me Harvey’s cock. Give it to me.”

I swear I heard an angel chorus. “Oh, Ralph, baby. Take it. Take my big cock. Squeeze your ass on my big cock. That’s it. That’s it, honey.” I slammed into him enthusiastically. First I had my hands on his hips, than I moved my arms around him and clasped him to me, and began hunching into his delectable hole. This was where I belonged. My cock had finally come home. I hunched, and I hunched.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. What’s your name?”

“Gordon,” I answered. “Gordon is fucking you with his HUGE new cock. You like Gordon’s HUGE new cock?”

“Oh, yes, Gordon. Yes. I love your HUGE new cock. Let me keep it inside me forever. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m fucking you. I’m gonna give you my Gordon sperm. You may have had this cock before, but you never had my Gordon sperm. You want my Gordoncum?”

“Shoot your cum into my ass. I want your Gordoncum. Give me your Gordoncum. I’ll keep it inside me till the day I die.”

“Liar,” I laughed, squeezing him. “It’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Then you’ll just have to keep filling me up.” He slammed his ass against my balls. The bells started ringing again. They were accompanying the angel chorus. I felt a scorching in my long tube.

“Yes. Yes. I feel it. Shoot it. Shoot it.” He kept slamming his ass onto my pubic bone, and tightening his muscles as he drew off, squeezing my sensitive dick in his talented channel.

My cum blasted out and coated his asstunnel. I humped him for another couple of minutes, and when my cock became pliant again, I slowly withdrew it. My cum spilled out of his now-gaping hole, and ran over his taut cheeks and down his legs. I stuck my finger in his wet ass and made digital love to it.

“Oh, Gordon. Thank you. Thank you. This has been so wonderful for me. You just can’t know.”

“You think it hasn’t been wonderful for me?” I asked. “I think my cock is in love with your ass. My cock loves your ass. It wants to live in your ass. Forever and ever and ever.”

He turned around and we were facing each other. Suddenly we were kissing. A mad passionate kiss. My tongue was all over his sweet mouth.

“Oh, honey, honey,” I chanted.

He sucked my lips. He patted my cheek. He reached down and held my cock for dear life. “I love you. I love you. I wish you could be mine,” he breathed longingly

I started to think. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. I already knew my cock loved his ass, and now I realized that I loved him. Life is so strange. To think that a dead man’s penis could lead me to the love of my life. Maybe the lawn mower thing was no accident. Maybe it was meant to be. Fate. A divine plan. Maybe everything had happened so that I would meet Ralph and we would love each other. Forever and ever and ever. I turned my eyes heavenward. “Thank you, father,” I said softly.

I did go home. But over the next few weeks, I knew there would never be anything for Leona and me. I told her that she should find a man who could love her, who could fuck her. I told her that I was impotent now, and it wasn’t fair to her. She cried. She protested. But I insisted on being noble. She loved cock and she should have it. Finally we agreed to separate and to divorce.

I gave her the house, and a nice settlement. When I packed my bags and loaded them into the car, she asked me sadly, “where will you go?”

“I’m going to be staying with a friend,” I said. “I’ll get in touch with you.” She nodded and went back into the house. As I drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed the handsome gardener riding the lawn mower. Spectacular guy. Great ass. My cock twitched. “Now stop that,” I thought. You have Ralph. Try to be faithful. Don’t be like Harvey. After all, Harvey got shot.

I pulled into the driveway at Ralph’s house and got out of the car. I carried my suitcases up the front path, onto the front porch. The door opened. There was Ralph, standing in the hallway, welcoming me. I was barely in the front door, when he threw himself on me and we started kissing like a couple of lovesick kids.

I reached down and planted my palms around his bubbly cheeks. Suddenly my cock sprang forward. I heard a ripping. Oh, no. Not again. I looked down and there was my stiff cock sticking through a jagged tear. Oh, hell. There goes another pair of pants.

Ralph fell to his knees in front of me and began to worship my impetuous warrior. “This is the cock that I love,” he said. “Look at that beautiful freckle.” He licked it. I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair, and spoiled his coiffure.

“Let me see your ass,” I said.

He turned away from me and lowered his lower garments. There were those bouncy-ball buttcheeks. I wanted them. I wanted to fuck them again. Right now.

He bent over, and I spit on my dick and shoved it in.

“AAACCCHHH, What a cock. What a great cock,” he rhapsodized. “It’s HUGE. It’s so HUGE. And it’s mine again.”

 

Posted: 07/20/07