Trey Swenson was da man! Just 18, with piercing ice-blue eyes, 6 foot 1 of man-boy with sandy blonde hair, 6-pack abs and a smooth body with a wispy white blonde treasure trail that lead right to heaven. Every girl (and every boy who dared to admit it) at Middleton High lusted after Trey.

Fittingly, everyone whispered that Trey also had the dick to complete this fantasy package. Classroom gossip estimated Trey's package at a little over 8 inches hard…and nearly as big around as your wrist.

My name is Jared Lindsey. I'm 18 and junior at Middleton. I am gay. Not that anyone knows this, but I can confirm the rumors about Trey's penis.

Trey is straight, of course, but like everyone else I thought he was the ultimate hottie and I know he caught me checking out the perfect dick that went the perfect body.

Right around the holidays last year, I was at a party at the house of some friend from school. Everybody was drinkin' and rollin' on X. Trey was there, too with trophy girl friend, Chrystal. She was not in anyway a cool human being. She was always causing trouble and spreading lies about people. She was kinda like the chick in the movie "Cruel Intentions", pretty and charming on the outside, but so cold and calculating on the inside that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

As I cruised the party with my friend Cameron, I noticed Trey bent over the couch trying to wake Chrystal who had had one drink too many and was out cold. We were all pretty lit from the effects of drinks and chemicals and Trey was no exception. He kept shaking his prone princess and saying "C'mon, Chrys … I gotta get home! Chrys! I got practice at 7am…" Then he turned around and "Hey, bro…could you get me home? I'm gonna be so screwed."

I waited for who ever was apparently behind me to answer, and suddenly I realized he was talking to me!

"Gerald," he said looking right at me, "are you that tweaked that you've gone deaf?"

Gerald ???

"Oh, it's Jared," I sort of mumbled back.

Trey sort of rolled his glazed eyes and said, "Jared, Jarhead…whatever! Can you please give me a lift home? My dumb ass bitch is wasted."

"Sure," I managed. Up to this point, Trey had hardly acknowledged my existence, so him asking me for a ride was hardly what I expected.

I quickly arranged for Cameron to get a ride home with Justin in time to hear Trey yelling "Hey, Jerome…where the fuck are ya? I need to get home, bro!"

"Dude, the names Jared! I'm ready now, Trey," I said pushing my way through the rockin' and rollin' revelers.

My mind started to go wild at thought of a very fucked up Trey, in my car alone, for what would be a good 30-minute ride to his house. Maybe he'd pass out in the car, I thought to myself. Maybe while he was out he'd get wood and…suddenly the outside chill snapped me back to reality.

"You OK to drive, Jermaine?" Trey said as he slid gingerly on to the cold passenger seat.

I thought I'd have a little fun of my own as I replied, "I'm fine, TROY. Just chill and I'll have you home in no time."

Trey said, "No prob, bro. Just checkin'." Whoa, he was lit up big time. He didn't even catch that I'd called him Troy. This was gonna be an interesting ride.

Trey eased the seat back as I pulled on to the two lane road. He sort of spread his legs apart, trying to get himself comfortable in the rather small seat of my Honda Civic. There seemed to be quite a bulge in his jeans, but I didn't dare let myself start thinking about that. He almost seemed to be slipping off to sleep when said "Fucking Chrystal Methamphetamine!"

Startled, I said "What!? I didn't know you were doin' that!"

"No, that's what I call that ignernt bitch Chrystal when she's not around," he said giggling.

I laughed, too. It was good to have the ice broken. Still laughing, I said "Dude, that really sucks! No ride home and no blow job! That's fucked up!" I couldn't believe I just said that out loud. Shit, I thought.

Much to my surprise, Trey was still snickering. Whew, I said under my breath. Then, he looked right at me and said, "With that self-righteous fuckin' bitch, there's NEVER a blow job. She's like 'Eeewwwww…I'm not putting my mouth on that…yuk!'"

My brain was starting to spin out of control, my heart started racing, and yep… here comes Mr Stiffy.

Trey announced "It's Woody!" Oh My GOD! He noticed, I thought as I broke out in a sweat.

"Someones got a hard on." I glanced out the corner of my eye to see that he was staring at the lump in his own pants, not at me. "I always get so fuckin' crazy when I'm coming off X. Lemme ask you something…uh Joe…Jer, what's your name again, dude?"

"Gerald…uh… Jared. I'm so wound up…I spaced for a sec, Trey. What did you wanna ask?," I barely spit out.

"I heard that you're…you know, like Bi or somethin'," Trey said in sort of a soft whisper.

"Bullshit!" I said. "That is fucking bullshit!"

Trey sort of pulled back and said "Dude, I'm sorry…I…"

"I am not Bi. I am GAY!" I managed as I busted out laughing!

After a stunned silence, Trey roared "Fuck you…you cocksucker…er, um, No offense."

We both started laughing like complete fools. I pulled the car over and said "Trey, your pants are gonna explode if you don't let that dick outta there," I said. "And I bet you'd like a good blow job, too. I love to suck dick, dude."

Trey, fumbling for words said, "I always heard that guys do it better."

"Whatever! Just take it out and let me suck it," I told him.

I was not of a mind to play games. Here, by my side was the hunk of hunks that any red blooded faggot would give his left nut to be with.

As Trey pulled his jeans down, I think I fell in love on the spot. There, inches away, was a dick that I thought only existed in pornos. A throbbing pink mushroom head, leaking pre-cum, probably near eight inches, the skin was darker below the circumcision scar…but what really blew me away was the thickness! Trey's penis was as big around as a coke can!

"So…have you actually sucked dick before?" Trey demanded.

I didn't say anything. I just lean over and wrapped my lips around this magnificent organ. Trey had that awesome aroma that only boys in heat seem to have.

"Mother fucker!" Trey mumbled. "I wanna make you my own personal bitch, dude."

After about 20 seconds of sucking, Trey nearly blew the back of my head off with an explosion of boy cum.

"Yeah, dude…take it" he said as I struggled to swallow as fast as the shower of juice filled my mouth.

As the eruption slowed, Trey started to give me the surprise of my young life. Without a word, he reached over and undid my pants and reached to my damp crotch and grabbed my 6-inch boy dick slick with pre-cum.

"You have got one awesome mouth, bro. Can I give you something to remember me by?" whispered Trey.

I managed something "Uh-huh" before the most sickening, gut-wrenching pain I had ever felt began, followed by an awful popping sound.

It was morning when I came to, alone in my car on a country road with my pants around my knees. The awful aroma of vomit wafted into my nose as I noticed the ugly bruise on the left side of my young nutsack. I felt my sac … and it seemed as though my left nut was flat. Another wave of nausea swept over me as I passed out again.

Somehow I pulled my self together and made it home. My 18-year-old brain was spinning, "What the hell happened? One second I was blowing Trey; the next, I'm in agony passed out. This is too weird" I thought. It was just getting light, so I was able to sneak into the house undetected and into the safety of my bed. Whew! What a night.

I awoke to the sound of Mom yelling "Jared, you gonna sleep all day? Dad and I have to run into town. We'll be back this afternoon Don't forget it's lawn day!"

"Yeah, OK, see ya", I managed. I swung my legs off the bed to go piss and relieve the morning wood and bounced my nuts around in the process. "Holy shit!" I said under my breath as my left nut reminded me of the bizarre evening I just spent.

As I headed for the bathroom, I felt like I had a large baseball in my shorts. I got up the nerve to look and wished I hadn't. My nuts were swollen to about the size of a softball, and the skin was taking on an angry purple and black hue.

I decided I'd better call Dr Martin. He usually worked by himself Saturday mornings so I wouldn't have to go through the embarrassment of explaining my condition to his receptionist. I thought I'd just tell him I got kneed shooting hoops.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I was reaching for the phone and it suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Jared, it's Trey. How's it hanging, bro?" he snickered.

"It almost isn't", I replied nervously.

Trey continued: "Here's the deal. You suck dick like nobody I've come across before, but I have my rep and if ANYONE ever found out about this I'd be fucked forever in this town!"

"Uh-huh" I said trying to take what he was saying in.

"So from now on, you are my exclusive dick-licker," Trey said without a hint of a smile in his voice. "If I find out that you've talked to any one or sucked anyone else off, what happened to your nut last night will be just a taste of what will happen to your other nut and your dick, too. Got it, bro?"

"You're serious?" I said.

"Try me and find out!" Trey replied. "I'm still horny, so I 'm coming over now" he said as he hung up the phone. I thought I'd suddenly gone crazy. As I looked down, my dick seemed to think otherwise as it stood at full attention leaking pre-cum.

Trey's car arrived in the drive in what seemed like seconds. As I went to the door there was an obvious boner tenting up his pants. What have I gotten myself into? I thought as I opened the screen door to let Trey in.

There he was at the front door, in all his glory, Trey Swenson. If I weren't in so much pain from Trey's testicle torture, I would have been doing handsprings at the thought of the school stud standing there waiting for me to slurp his semen.

"So, little Jared Jarhead, ready to put them dick-sucking lips to use?" Trey snarled.

As we awkwardly made our way to my room, I thought to myself, "I get it. He's one of these straight guys who really isn't, and just can't deal." Maybe a little understanding would go along way. He shut the door behind us and in a flash had that gorgeous hunk of thick cut cock out and ready and rock hard.

I began, "You know, Trey…"

Thwack!

He backhanded me across the cheek. "Just suck the dick and shut the fuck up!" he demanded.

I don't know why, but suddenly I was hornier that I have ever been as I crammed Trey's coke-can-sized cock down my throat. For the moment, I was in ecstasy, and so was Trey. In less than a minute, a gallon of goo slid into my mouth. Trey was having one hell of an orgasm, and I was the cause.

Trey caught his breath and said "Motherfucker! I haven't had many blow jobs in my life, thanks to that stupid bitch I go out with, but dude, you RULE! So, did I really hurt you last nite?"

I stammered "Uh, I dunno. I was gonna go see Dr. Martin when you called."

Trey, seeming much calmer, said "Could I see what happened? I was pretty wacked."

I thought, Maybe he'll get me off, now. I was hard as hell and almost came in my shorts.

He yanked my Calvin's down and slid his hand up and down my slippery sixer. Then he grabbed the same nut as last night and the world went black.

I came to in Dr. Martin's office to the sound of him calling my name. "Jared, Jared…wake up. Do you know where you are?" the doctor said softly.

"Uh, yeah" I said through the haze.

Doc Martin continued, "Now no need to panic. Your friend Trey brought you in unconscious. He said you two were shooting hoops and that he kneed you in the testicles."

"Uh huh." I agreed.

"Jared, I have bad news, I'm afraid. I had to remove what used to be your left testicle. It had ruptured and was completely flattened."

I was just too drugged and dazed to respond.

He continued, "While examining you, I observed that you were apparently also kneed in the rectum by someone's penis. There was what appeared to be semen leaking out."

I started to protest as Dr. Martin put a finger to his lips to quiet me.

"Listen, Jared, you're just a few weeks from your 19th birthday and what you do is your business. I'm not going to share that bit of information with anyone. But if you're into kinky sex of some sort, you'd better watch it. One more testicle and you're out of any sex games forever."

I started to cry. From the pain and the humiliation.

"It's OK, Jared, Just rest for now. Your folks are on the way to take you home."

My mind was spinning. Semen in my rectum? That Motherfucker boned me in the ass when I was unconscious. He cost me my left nut. I was seething in anger, white hot blinding anger!

I thought "Trey is all about his big dick."

Then it hit me. That no good asshole was gonna lose what he loved most. His penis…and I was going to slice it off. Now, I just had to figure out how. THIS was going to be interesting.

I spent the week after my testicle-ectomy (or what ever they call that) at home recuperating AND plotting! On the second day, my folks were called away. It seems that Aunt Martha had fallen and she couldn't get up. I know I shouldn't joke like that, but I always hated it when she came to visit. She was crabby and smelled like mothballs and bug spray. She'd always say old people stuff like "Oh you've gotten SO big. I remember when I used to hold you on my lap."

I got in a lot of trouble when I told her, "I remember when you HAD a lap!" Dad was not amused.

I was glad for the time alone. I plotted hundreds of ways to put a "sliced pickle" on this Trey. He would not be serving dick to anyone much longer. This had to be the perfect crime.

Chad, one of my JO buddies, stopped by on the 3rd or 4th day of my recovery to see how I was doing.

"So can I see it" Chad inquired. "That is so fucked up to be shooting hoops and have something like this happen."

I hadn't told ANYONE what really happened, for two reasons. First, I really didn't want anyone to know what was going on. Secondly, and most important, I didn't want anyone to think anything when I sought my revenge.

"Yeah, I guess so, Chad" I was starting to feel a little horny anyway. Chad had a pretty good bod and the only uncut dick I had ever come in contact with, which at the moment, was causing his shorts to tent. "So Chad, does someone getting a nut lopped off turn you on?"

He kinda smiled and said "No, but you do! Besides, I bet it's been awhile since either on of us busted a nut." He broke up laughing, "Uh, mm, I'm sorry dude."

I laughed, too and said, "Fuck you! You piece of shit! I haven't cum since losing my nut, but I guess I still can. Been too sore, dude." I lowered my shorts so he could have a look at the damage.

It was healing pretty good, there was only a little bruising on my nutsack left. "Whoa, that's trippy! You can't see where he took your nut out. Can I touch?"

I said, "Yeah, just be careful. It's still pretty tender. The reason you can't see where they did it is that he made the incision right down the middle of my sack."

Chad lifted my hardening dick away from my nutsack as he asked "Don't they have like fake balls you can get, Jared?"

I thought for a second and said, "I think so, but I don't think I'll get one. I kinda want to remember what happened." Chad just stared blankly back at me, his brain probably thinking "whatever".

He said "Do you think It'd be OK to blow you, dude?"

I replied "Fuck yeah! At least we'll find out if the plumbing still works."

He licked the head a little, then took all 6½ inches into his mouth. Everything still felt right. Already I was relieved.

As I reached over to pull Chad's shorts down, I remembered to ask " Hey, did you wash that thing, Chad?"

He stopped his work and laughed, "Just took a shower before I came over. I know you don't like cheese on your weenies." I thought uncut dicks were kinda cool, except for that. Yuk!

Chad didn't have a very long foreskin, so when he was hard (like now), his dick looked pretty much like mine. The only real difference was his dickhead was really smooth. I liked the feel of that in my mouth. We both shot our loads in each others mouths pretty quick and almost at the same time.

Chad said "Hell you shot more than you used to! Still tastes good, too."

"Yeah", I said catching my breath. "It felt awesome like always, too, dude. I'm relieved – in more than one way."

Chad suddenly had sort of a faraway look on his face.

"What's up, Chad?" I asked.

After a moment he said "This is kinda weird, but when you asked me if a nutless guy turned me on, I guess it sorta does. That's part of the reason I came over."

I told him, "Well, I guess as the recipient of your horniness, it ain't no big thang." As I said that it popped into my mind that idea of taking Trey's dick off was a turn on to me, too.

Chad pulled me out of my thought when he said, "I been cruising around the internet and I've found sites about stuff like that."

"You're fucking with me, Chad" I giggled.

Chad continued "I'm serious. I guess being as we're talking like this, I can tell you something. I found this true story of these two dudes who were going at it driving. The one dude was suckin' the driver's dick. The driver lost control or something, and they smashed into a tree. The guy who was blowing him was killed and he bit the other dude's dick off when they crashed. The driver lived, but other guys face was so smashed in they couldn't get the guys dick out of his mouth in time to re-attach it. They even had pictures of the dude with just a stump and his severed penis laying on a towel or something, so you really see it."

"You'll have to show me that site sometime, Chad", I said kinda mesmerized.

"Here's the really weird part, dude. It turned me on big time. I jacked off a bunch of times looking at those pictures."

As he finished his story, I noticed we both had raging boners. I smiled, "I guess we're both a little different."

We shot a second load, cleaned up and Chad left.

As I was laying there, I was thinking about the story of the guy getting his dick bit off, it hit me suddenly. "Yeah that's it!" I thought. I'll BITE the Motherfucker off." Now, all I had to figure out was a way to make it look like someone else did it. Hmmm…

Yeah, fuck, yeah! I was gonna take that bastard Trey's dick. The pieces of the plan fell together when I got a message on my answering machine from Mr. Trey himself.

What an asshole, I thought, as I listened to his recorded voice saying, "Hey, Jarhead, my folks are going out of town this weekend. There's a party at my house Friday night. I bet you'd give your left nut to suck me off some more. Ha ha ha. My stupid bitch Chrystal will be there, but you can still blow me 'cause I'm gonna give her some roofies so we can all fuck her – except you, fag boy. See ya Friday."

Unknowingly, he had given me a plan and sealed his sorry fate. I laid low and counted the moments until Friday night.

I showed up at Trey's about 10:30. There were only about 10 people at his house. As parties go, it was pretty much a dud, which was fine for my purposes. As I was getting a drink, Trey slid up next to me on the patio and said "I am so horny. I can't wait to get those little faggot lips around my big ass dick. I might even let you keep your other nut if you swallow my big load. I'm gonna give the bitch the roofie in about a half hour, so we can have some fun, eh, Jarhead?"

Whatever shred of doubt I may have had about my plan evaporated at that instant. Trey then put the topper on by saying, "You know, in a way I'm kinda doing you favor, dude."

"How's that, Trey?" I wondered.

He said, "Well, along with squishing your other nut, maybe I'll slice off your dick, too. Then you can be the be the bitch I know all you gay boys really want to be." He grinned an evil grin and started laughing.

I had planned to be "sick" in order to be seen leaving the party and avoiding suspicion, but what that ignorant fuck just said made me violently ill for real. Trey turned back in my direction at the sound of me retching and said, "You really are a puke, fag boy."

I sat outside, alone on the porch letting my stomach settle and collecting my thoughts on what I was about to do. After fifteen minutes or so, I went back inside to hang for a few and then make sure that everyone saw me leave.

I was so nervous, I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. To my relief, there was only two other guys still there, one of whom was saying his good nights.

Chrystal, Trey's "dumb bitch" as he always called her, was starting to fall out, from the effects of the drugs, it appeared. Trey was rubbing his dick and saying to Josh, the other guy still there,

"Dude, I'm gonna stick my fat ol' dick right in her mouth. She NEVER let's me do that when she's conscious." Again, with that evil gleam in his eye he said to Josh, "I know what, dude! You bone her in the ass while I fuck her mouth."

Josh clearly didn't want any part of Trey's twisted games and said, "Uh, that's OK, Trey. I gotta be getting home anyway. I have to work at 8 AM."

Seizing the opportunity, I told Trey, "I'm still feeling really sick, dude. I think I'm gonna bail, too." Trey just glared at me, knowing he couldn't really say anything without exposing our "arrangement", which he wasn't about to do.

As Trey tried to talk Josh into hangin' for a while, I said, "I gotta piss before I split." Trey continued to try and change Josh's mind. I went into the bathroom and fished the two roofies I'd gotten from one of my druggie friends out of my pocket. I flushed the toilet and came back in to the den. Trey was walking toward the front door with Josh, as I slipped the two tabs into Trey's freshly-opened can of brew.

I called out, "Hey, Josh, wait up! I'll walk out with you. Sorry I feel so shitty," I said as I slid past Trey and headed toward my car.

I heard Trey say, "You two are lame ass fuckers, anyway. Fuck you both."

Josh and I sort of shrugged at each other, got in our cars, and drove off. I figured I needed to give the Rufinal 20 or 25 minutes to work, so I drove a ways, parked the car and waited.

Trey's house was pretty isolated, so it would not be likely anyone would see me headed back to his house. Just to be safe, I turned off the headlights as I pulled into the drive back at his house. I parked in a spot where my car wouldn't visible from the road.

My heart was pounding as I quietly went up the steps toward the house. I peered through a window and saw what I'd hoped for. Trey seemed to be passed on the couch next to Chrystal.

I opened the front door and called out, "Hey Trey, it's Jared! Trey?" I called again. No response. God, this is perfect, I thought. I rounded the corner into the den and was treated to the sight of Trey out cold, next to his "dumb bitch."

The can of brew lay empty on the coffee table in front of him, as his sat with his pants down around his ankles with a raging hard-on — for what would be the last time. All 8½ fat inches of his soon-to-be-doomed dick were at full erection.

I tried to shake him just to be sure he was really out. I moved the coffee table away to allow room to do what I had to. I sank to my knees and took all of his massive dick into my throat, down to the root, for what was to be the blow job he'd never remember, with results he'd never forget.

He never moved once, as I continued sucking. His penis grew rock hard as the cum welled up. As he came, I bit down as hard I could on the base of his dick. The coppery taste of blood began to mix with the taste of cum as I bit even harder. I was gnashing my teeth and biting with all my might until Trey's dick was finally loose from his body and in my mouth.

There was a lot of blood, but not much as I thought there might be.

I took Trey's dick out of my mouth and thought to myself, look at you now, you dickless mother-fucker!

I took my fingers and opened Chrystal's mouth. I put Trey's severed dick in her mouth, then spat the blood from my mouth on to her blouse.

I started to survey the scene and I realized I had put the penis in her mouth with the head facing out. That would have raised a few questions. I corrected the error, then fled quietly into the night.

Trey was always complaining the she would never blow him, so everyone figured was they got a little drunk. He forced himself on her and she bit his dick off.

This is the first time I've told this story, so if by some chance Trey is reading this: Fuck You, Motherfucker!

Jared, aka Jarhead.

LOL!