Naked Swim Club
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY
Thanx to Micropenis who wrote a similar story in German. I based this on his work.
` Naked swim club `

I had been dating Valerie for a couple months. We had a lot in common and got
along great, but still no sex. Lots of hugging and kissing, but nothing else.
Not that I was in a big hurry. See, I have a big problem. OK, a “small”
problem. My dick is only 4 inches hard. So I hadn’t been with many women. The
few I had had sex with didn’t stick around very long. Some actually laughed at
it, not that I blame them.

One Friday afternoon, Valerie asked me to take her to a swim club she’d heard
about. When we walked in and said “2 to swim, please”, the clerk (a beautiful
young lady) asked a very strange question. “Does he have a penis?” she asked
Valerie about me. Valerie answered as if it were a common question. “I think
so, don’t you, Mike?” “Of course, I’m a man.” Valerie and the clerk laughed.
“Well, you see, this is a naked swim club. For legal reasons, we have to allow
men at least some of the time, so men get to swim here on Mondays. The rest of
the time, only women and men without penises are allowed. That way, the women
aren’t offended or bothered by erections and come-ons.”

I was a bit shocked. “So are there that many penisless men who come here?” I
almost joked. “More than you might think,” the cute clerk replied. “So,” said
my girlfriend, “he’ll have to have his thing cut off before he can swim here
anytime?” “That’s right,” answered the clerk. The next question from Valerie
really surprised and excited me. “So where can we have this done?” I looked at
Val in shock, but she and the clerk seemed to be talking about car repairs.
Like penectomies are an everyday thing. “Oh, we do that right here,” said the
clerk, “right through that door there.”

Valerie took my hand and led me through the door as if I had no say in the
matter. Ok, I admit, I’ve often fantasized about getting rid of my tiny worm.
It’s been nothing but embarrassment most of my life. I’d probably be better
off without it, especially if I had a woman who wanted me that way. Still, I
was quite hesitant to be de-cocked. Fantasy and joking are not the same as
major surgery. Well, minor surgery in my case.

The room looked like any doctor’s office examining room, table and all. A hot
young female doctor was there, waiting. “So, you want your man to fit in here,
I see. Just have him read and sign this consent form, I’ll be right back.”
Everyone was treating me like a pet. Talking to Valerie about me, not to me. I
was surprised she was even going to wait for my consent. Val handed me the
form and we sat down. I never even asked her if or why I should do this for
her. It seemed to already be decided. She wanted it, so I guess I might as
well. I signed the form.

Soon the doctor was back and told me to get undressed. “Would you like to do
it?” she asked Valerie. “Sure, thanks,” Val said. The doctor handed a small
round device to my sweetheart. “Just put this on his penis, pull the penis out
as far as possible, then press the red button. The penectomizer does the rest.
He’ll be numbed, fixed, and cauterized in a moment.” Valerie took it, put it
on me and a minute later, my tiny worm was on the floor. The doctor picked it
up and threw it in a waste basket. I’d never seen Valerie so happy. “Thanks
for letting me fix you. I love you, but I hate dicks, so when I heard about
this place, I had to bring you. My sister and her husband are members. She de-
cocked him last week. Sorry for the deception, but I thought it best if you
didn’t have time to think about it. And you didn’t lose much, huh?” she
smiled. “I love you too, baby. I think we’ll be very happy now,” I answered.

The doctor put in a catheter, gave me a pain prescription and told me to come
back in two days. Soon, we got to go to the naked swim club anytime we wanted.
And you’d be very surprised at how many penisless men there are in this city.

  

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