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Cut Off In His Prime 3

Sands was never without his hat - even when sleeping. A nasty boarding accident last summer had split his skull and resulted in hundreds of stitches and a nasty scar line where the hair still had yet to grow back in completely.

When he came down the stairs to greet the visitor at the front door he wore little more than a smile and that hat - the shorts he sported hung loosely over his hips and afforded almost a full view of the erection they had been donned so rapidly to hide. Sands torso was lean and tanned from days spent outside working.

Not at all certain how to react or what was going on, Channing could only stand there in the doorway and stare at the other boy, his mouth slightly agape. Sands reddened slightly at seeing this and grinned all the wider, fidgeting with his fingers and awkwardly trying to adjust himself.

Fiona thought the whole scene was quite hilarious and giggled loudly, obviously not understanding what was going on.

“Fuckin’ A, Channing! I’m SO excited to see you. I was hoping you would stop by, man.”

Without waiting for a response Sands took a firm grip on Channing’s arm and proceeded to drag him up the stairs to his room. As they left the hall Fiona’s voice wafted up from below, “Have fun, guys!”

Once inside Sands made a point of closing the door, his grin never failing.

Now that he was in it Channing realized that he had never been in Sands bedroom before. The two had been best friends since fourth grade and he had never once been in the other boy’s room until now. He might have felt awed were it not for the current circumstances that had brought him here.

As it was he just wanted to get his privates back and never see Sands’ beaming face again.

The room was small to begin with and the mess of clothes, papers and random items on the floor made it fell all the more claustrophobic. The walls were papered with band posters and magazine cuttings. Giving the area a quick glance over Channing spotted his backpack and pillowcase sprawled over Sands bed. At least he had been right about who had it.

How do you even begin to explain something like this to one of your best friends, he thought. Channing bit his lip nervously before looking up from the floor at the other teen and began, “So you found … my … umm…”

“Dildo?!” Within the privacy of his bedroom Sands seemed to burst wide open with enthusiasm. “You never told me you had a dark secret too!” He chirped.

Still not giving Channing a chance to get a word in edgewise Sands continued chattering away with more excitement than he had ever shown before. “When I got home I figured I’d do some homework while I watched Fiona but when I opened my bag I realized it wasn’t mine. I must have switched bags with you again. What is this like the fifth time this year?”

“Well-”

“Anyways. I was checking to see if it was yours and I found this thing all wrapped up.” Sands sat down on the bedside, lifted his pillow, and held up the discovery he had hidden there. It was Channing’s severed cock and balls, of course, still rigid and dripping pre.

Channing felt himself tense up at the sight of it in the boy’s hands but forced himself to sit still. 

“Did you buy it or wha? Must have cost a bomb. It’s so real it’s amazing.” As he spoke Sands fondled the cock, rubbing up and down on the crown and massaging its balls in his other hand. Channing had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from whimpering out loud. His member throbbed, aching for more attention. “It feels like real skin and it’s warm and I think it jizzed lube when I fucked myself with it.”

The last comment ripped Channing from his daze of horniness brought about by Sands’ toying. Stupefaction flashed in his eyes as the boy stood open-mouthed again, unable to believe the words he heard. Finally finding his voice Channing interjected, “You … what?”

Sands shrunk back a bit, smiling sheepishly, his dimples glowing red with embarrassment. “I think I got a little excited when I found your dildo and ended up using it myself. Hottest thing ever! All this time I thought you were straight and now I find out you’re just like me! This is fuckin’ awesome, man!

"I’ve got to tell you, Chan, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” He smiled in earnest at the object of affection. “I couldn’t ever tell you though because I thought…”

Channing’s immediate reaction was horror. It was something too outlandish to believe. They had been friends for six years! He’d had Sands over for sleepovers! The other teen never once done anything to broadcast what Sands had just revealed.

“You … you fu-” Channing couldn’t bring himself to say it. He didn’t even want to think. That’s what the ordeal on the bus must have been. The knot of tension in his stomach twisted, making him feel nauseous. “How could you?” It almost felt like he had been stabbed in the back. Distaste and anger rose inside of him, fueled by mess he had been through on the way here, pushing away the small voice that argued ‘how could Sands have known?’

“Hey, I’m sorry man. I’ll clean it up. It just looked so cool I had to give it a try." 

It did not help any that Sands was still playing with his privates like they were simply a toy, sliding the skin back and forth along its length. A long tendril of precum ran down from the tip onto the bedspread. Channing had to force his legs together and grit his teeth in concentration to keep from cumming on the spot.

He moaned faintly and tried his best to mute the sound by closing his lips. He was getting close and Sands showed no signs of stopping, seemingly enthralled by the pre. Channing had to look away to hide the flush in his cheeks.

Trying to calm down Channing closed his eyes and took a deep, audible breath. "It’s not a dildo. It … it’s me.”

“Wha?”

“God… This is going to sound crazy.” The boy said, brushing his hair out of his eyes dramatically. Painfully close to coming Channing felt his skin suddenly turn slick with perspiration. “Fuck! Can you stop doing that?! I … I …” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Sands jumped at the outburst before setting the severed penis down in his lap. His eyebrow was still arched with curiosity at what his friend was talking about, though his excitement showed little sign of waning.

Another long pause followed before Channing finally forced himself to say it. “I stole a box from Lyov. There was a ring inside and a bunch of Russian stuff. I put the ring on and it cut off my dick. Only it still works! I was going to see Lyov to help me reattach it when you ended up with my backpack.”

Obviously not knowing what to make of his story, Sands looked Channing over. “Was this before or after the pink elephants showed up? It’s okay, Chan, I’m not judging you. I’ve got a dildo or two of my own. If you don’t want to tell me where you really got it that’s fine.”

“Why would I make this shit up?” Channing retorted in frustration. “Look in my bag. The box I got it in is in there with the instructions and everything.”

Sands hefted up the backpack, never once taking his hands off the prize he held. Shortly he found the box, the warning labels and the Russian instructions. He looked them over before shrugging at Channing. “I don’t know what any of this means. It just looks like a fancy sex toy to me.”

“Then I don’t know how else I can prove this to you, man! It’s the truth.”

A roguish gleam took to Sands’ eyes. “If it’s yours then you’ve got nothing in your pants.”

Such was Channing’s state and his desperation to prove the truth of his words, he was already up and unzipping the fly of his jeans. The boy didn’t even notice the hardon that instantly formed a tent in Sands’ shorts. Blushing horribly and turning his face away from the other Channing lowered his pants enough to reveal the freckled, Barbi-doll crotch that the ring had left him with. 

Zipping back of quickly Channing impatiently grumbled, “There. Do you believe me now, smartass?”

“Holy shit!” Sands gasped, obviously unsettled by what he saw. “So this really is … YOUR cock?" 

"YES!”

The youth cast a guilty glance at the erect penis in his hands. “And I just …”

With a scowl and a shake of his head Channing didn’t respond, his impatience was starting to show through. Sands gave one of the round, loose hanging balls a sharp flick with his finger; an act that immediately caused Channing to flinch and blush with humiliation.

“So you’re not gay?”

“Hell no! I’m not some faggot-ass pillowbiter! That shit disgusts me, it’s subhuman!” It wasn’t true. He had nothing against gays. Now all he just wanted was to hurt Sands the way the boy had unwittingly hurt him - he had lost his virginity on a cross-city bus and not even known what was going on.

Channing immediately regretted the words when he saw Sands’ face. The other youth looked betrayed, his eyebrows night together, his eyes crinkled slightly with the early wetness of tears. Sands bit his lower lip and swallowed loudly. Worse still Sands still had his privates.

“Well for someone who isn’t, you came pretty easily… My ass is still dripping.” Sands was quick to quip back though his voice quivered along with his lips.

The last remark caused Channing to blush and become all the more upset. “Fuck you.” He mumbled.

What followed next was spoken in a voice very unlike Sands. His smile was gone and he stared blankly at his lap, not glancing up once at Channing. “Get out.” He said quietly.

Channing took a timid step towards Sands, his face the absolute picture of uncertainty. “Wait … but … my cock? Are you at least going to give me that?” Of course he would. Why the hell wouldn’t he? 

“I don’t think so, Chan.” Replied Sands in the same monotone voice. He stood up and held the severed penis behind himself, his grip tightening enough to bring a grimace to Channing’s face. He wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his free hand.

“Then I’m not going anywhere. Come on, Sands! This isn’t cool!”

Calling out loudly Sands shouted, “FIONA! Come take a look at this!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Channing hissed at the other. His mind was reeling with panic and he did not know what to do. He could not have turned any more red at this point. He was absolutely mortified. “I … I’m sorry, okay? Just give it here and I’ll go?”

“No, you shut up, Channing.” The other teen bawled, slamming Channing’s privates against a bedside table like a three-year-old with a baseball bat. “I’ve got you by the balls! Now get the fuck out of my house before I really hurt you, you fucktard.”

Channing doubled over and coughed violently, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. He was breathing quickly when he heard the door to the room open. Not waiting to give Sands a chance to further humiliate him the boy hysterically staggered past Fiona, downstairs, and finally outside.

He made it a block down the street before he slumped up against a telephone pole, buried his face in his hands and started openly crying. It was all so messed up and out of his control. It wasn’t fair! What was he going to do now? And what was Sands going to do?

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