Tom groaned as he cleaned the safety razor while shaving his pubic hair. He'd never thought that he'd have to do this to get rid of crabs. He was the football team's top receiver, the touch down leader. The team doc said that the crabs would have been treatable without shaving, if the infestation hadn't multiplied so rapidly in the ideal humid conditions created by Tom's athletic cup. Tom hated having to wear a cup, his organ felt so constrained, and he hated the woman who gave him the crabs--if only he knew which one. Tom was a slave to his dick, and while he used a condom, they didn't protect his pubic hair from microscopic insects. He was sure it was one of the eight girls he'd been with in the last 2 weeks, but he wasn't sure which one. He looked at his 7 inch dick and sighed, "You're more trouble than you're worth," he said to his member waving the razor at it, "If I cut you off, I wouldn't have to worry about women or jockstraps ever again. Heh, heh." Tom laughed at his little joke. His organ seemed bigger today, probably because there was appreciably less hair surrounding it.
As he prepared to make another pass at his remaining shaving cream covered patch of hair, he paused looking out the training room window at the towel cage. The towel boy was looking toward him, was that little gay snot checking him out? Probably not, just the testosterone talking Tom thought. Tom wished he wasn't such a slave to his own cock and balls.
In another part of the school, Ty inadvertantly granted Tom's wish, when he took Chris's suggestion to save the school money on jockstraps for the football team. Tom and all the other football players were now hard and smooth where their former genitalia had been. They'd been made into living Ken dolls.
Tom caught himself staring at the towel boy, he hadn't noticed how hot the guy was or how big his bulge seemed to be. Tom caught himself that guy's girlfriend. He blinked and shook his head, he looked down at his crotch reaching with the razor to resume his hateful job. Everything was gone. Everything except the shaving cream. Had he slipped with the razor while eyeing the towel boy? No blood. He took the towel and wiped off the remaining cream. He was smooth. He smiled and hurled his athletic supporter and cup into the trash can next to the door.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, and decided to surprise the hot towel boy. No, towel man. Timmy, no, Tim was small for his age, he was 6 months older than Tom who had turned 18 in September.
"Ahem, Timme--Tim, I was wondering if I could see you for a minute? If you've got the time to spare, I mean?" Confident Tom sounded unsure of himself for the first time in years. He was blushing like a nervous school girl at a Sadie Hawkins Dance.
Tim sighed. Tom was always riding his case, had been since the 3rd grade, "Sure, Tom, what is it?"
"In the training room? And call me Tommy, Tim."
Role reversal? Maybe Tim's life long wish of turning the tables on big Tom was about to come true. Strange things had been happening at school today, he'd heard. Well, this would be one for that list. Tim adjusted his swollen crotch, he'd never recalled being this big before.
Tim smiled and followed Tommy to the Training Room. Tom closed the door, and hung his towel over the window. He turned with a sheepish grin, his hands covering his crotch.
"Well, Tommy," Tim liked the sound of that, but half expected a fist in the face, so he braced himself.
"Ta, da," Tommy said raising his hands and revealing his smooth crotch, "Just call me the dickless wonder."
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"Nah, I just wished I wasn't a slave to my dick any more, and I got my wish. Anyway, I feel really horny, and I think since I'm dickless now, the only way I'm going to get relief is if someone fucks my ass. And, uh, Tim, I've known you since kindergarten, and -uh, well, um, I'm a virgin, or at least my ass is, and uh, well, I'd be honored if you'd uh, f-f-f-f-uck me," the volume of Tom's voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke those final fateful words.
Stunned silence, then Tim spoke almost laughing, "Fuck you?"
Tom seemed to shrink at what he took for rejection.
Tim unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, unbuttoned his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. His erection stood 11 inches out of his boxer shorts, and Tim grinned.
Tommy sighed in relief, as Tim stepped out of his jeans and walked toward him. He placed the belt around Tommy's neck like a lead, then jerked hard pulling Tommy down to his knees. Tim ordered the larger stud to start licking his dick, so that it would be lubed up for the next act. "It'll be the ride of your life, Tommy boy."