The American Prince 16: Back Home Again

Colin had been seen naked so much in the past year that he thought he’d lost any sign of his previous modesty, but he was very much mistaken. These were his teammates; his fellow students from the day he had entered Willowcrest. They had seen each other naked in the showers almost daily, had shaved each other’s bodies, many of them even engaging in light sex play together. But that was then. That was when their bodies were all more or less the same. Now Colin was different, a freak to use terms that were less than kind.

He walked timidly out to poolside, very self-conscious in his tight Speedo with absolutely flat groin area. He got a few strange looks, but for the most part these were from the newcomers who had not been on the team when Colin was here last. His friends and former teammates cheered and welcomed him back, which made him feel a lot better. “Ok,” the coach said, “let’s see how much work we’ve gotta do to get you back in shape after your little vacation. Oh, and Colin, welcome back! We’re all glad you’re safe.”

Colin nodded and jumped in the pool. He did four warmup laps, then the coach wanted to time him. He crawled out and mounted the starting blocks. When the coach shouted “Go!” he jumped in and began swimming as hard as he could, using his favorite: the butterfly stoke. It felt incredibly delicious to again be gliding through the water, even though he felt himself tiring after only fifty meters. He and his coach were both surprised that he was doing very well, and he kept going. He finished after 200 meters, his arms aching so badly he could hardly pull himself out of the pool. “You’ve only gained ten seconds on your personal best,” the coach informed him. “Nice going, Colin!”
“Thanks, Coach,” Colin said shyly. “I gotta work to get back in shape though. My arms are killing me.”
“That’s a lot of arm to be aching,” Coach observed. “They’ve grown really long.”
“Uh-huh. That’s one of the benefits of bein’ a eunuch,” Colin informed him.
“In that case I wouldn’t mind a whole team of eunuchs,” Coach stated.
“My two eunuch brothers’ll be glad to hear that,” Colin said with a grin. “They’re both hoping to qualify for the team soon as their swimming improves some.”
“Send ‘em in,” he offered. “I’d be glad to work with ‘em!”

Colin spent another two hours in the pool, swimming more or less leisurely just to build his strength. When he finally hit the showers, he found himself face to face with his first incident.

As had always been his habit, Colin walked into the shower and turned on the warm water with his Speedo still on. He rinsed himself down, then slid the brief garment down his lithe legs and stepped out of it. There were only three other boys in the shower: new boys who had just joined the team last year. One of them giggled, then another said something about the girl’s team needing a butterfly swimmer. Suddenly there were five senior boys standing between the younger boys and Colin - the same five who had helped with the rescue. “Go ahead and have your fun,” Tommy said as he stood there naked, his very large penis about half hard. “It’ll take a lot more than smart-assed comments from you little wimps to bother Colin. If you’d seen him do what we saw, you’d be asking for his autograph, not making fun of him.”

Six more boys, all Colin’s age, joined the other five. They weren’t that much taller, but their naked bodies looked much more developed, more hairy and mature. “Good swim today, Colin!” they said one at a time. The younger boys got the message loud and clear. This team had always been very close, all were friends and defended each other. The newcomers had discovered that it took a lot more than a set of genitals to make it on this team, and they proved they’d learned their lesson well by approaching Colin and apologizing. Now Colin felt he was truly home!

Wallace had taken all four boys to his doctor for an examination the first day they were back. The doctor had given them a cursory check, taken blood samples for further tests, then declared them in good health. The three older boys had been subjected to weekly AIDS tests all the time they’d been in captivity, but the doctor informed them that they would have to wait six months longer to be sure they were clear. But now they were back in the doctors office, stripped naked and wearing hospital gowns, for a full and thorough checkup.

“As I understand it, you have been having anal sex?” the doctor questioned Colin.
“Yes, sir,” Colin replied.
“Very much?”
“Doctor, I was a boy prostitute for over six months! I have no penis, no balls. The only thing I had to offer is a mouth and an anus. Of course I’ve done it a lot! I don’t even know how many times, but at least once a day.”

“Amazing!” the doctor declared. “Your anus seems as tight as it ever was.”
“We learned exercises,” Colin explained. “It was just something we taught each other ‘cause once a boy’s butt got loose the clients didn’t like it, so he got retired. That’s a fancy word for killed.”
“Well I must say, it worked, Colin,” the doctor said. “But now that you’re home again, we’ll have to get you started on hormone replacement.”
“Hormone replacement? Why?” Colin asked.

“Colin, without it, your voice will never change. You will never develop masculine characteristics like body hair, well developed muscles, and your limbs will get even longer! They have already developed out of proportion to the rest of your body.”
“I like my body the way it is,” Colin said defiantly. “I love my voice, and I love my long arms and fingers. My voice will change a little, so I won’t always sound like a little boy. And if I take hormones I’ll get horny just like all other teens, right?”
“Well, yes you probably will, Colin. That’s just part of being a normal male.”
“But normal males have a way to take care of it. How am I gonna take care of it, doctor? My penis isn’t gonna grow back, so how am I gonna handle getting horny with no way to relieve the tension?”
“Your body takes care of that, Colin. Haven’t you ever heard of wet dreams?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Colin answered. “I’ve also talked with lots of boys who have wet dreams, but they also masturbate or have sex with others, and I can’t do all that. I don’t want hormones, doctor! I got enough of a problem as it is.”
“What sort of problem?” the doctor asked.
“This is kinda embarrassing,” Colin said.
“I’m your doctor, Colin. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s bothering you. And I have to admit my experience with eunuchs is limited.”

“Well, I keep getting these... err... these phantom erections. I mean, sometimes I get aroused and the feeling of getting hard is so real I sometimes think I’ve got my penis. It’s as if I never lost it. Only when I check, it’s still gone.”
“Do you have orgasms?” The doctor asked, quite interested now.
“Yeah, all the time,” Colin answered red-faced. “I always get them when I’m sodomized, and sometimes when no one touches me at all, if I get excited enough.”
“So I take it that you have grown to enjoy anal sex?”
“Yes, sir, I love it. Or at least I think I will when I’m not being forced. The truth is, I love being a eunuch. I hated it when it happened, but I’ve learned to live with it and I really like the way I am. So if you give me hormones I won’t be a eunuch, I’ll just be a normal male with no sex organs. I’m not gonna do it, doctor!”

The doctor was amazed to get the same answer from Steve and Gary. None of them wanted HRT; all of them loved oral and anal sex, and all of them refused to take hormone replacement. They all made it abundantly clear that they would again have anal sex once they were declared free if AIDS. They would not be promiscuous, they promised, at least until they had found a lover. The doctor was once again truly impressed by the human body and its adaptability. But the thing that amazed him more than any other was Paul’s declaration that he wanted to become a eunuch like his brothers. “There’s not a reputable doctor in this country who’ll castrate you at your age,” he told his young patient.
“We’ll see about that,” Paul replied.

The boys did admit that having to sit down to pee was a bit of a pain, so the doctor devised a small tube made out of a section of a catheter that they could carry around. The tube had a flange about one inch from the insertion end so they could simply insert it when needed. It took a couple of tries to get it right, but finally the eunuchs reported that the invention worked perfectly. The doctor warned them about keeping the tube clean since they were inserting it into their urethras, so they designed a container that had an antibiotic swab to wrap around the tube, and three emasculated boys could now use urinals again!

Christmas came; the first real Christmas any of the three adoptees could remember. Actually it was sort of a first for Colin as well. It was the first time in many years that his dad had taken all four boys to see the decorations, had even taken them to see Santa even though they protested, only a little mind you, that they were too old for such things. Wallace was really making an effort to spend time with his kids, and enjoying it immensely. But he wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much as the four boys were enjoying being spoiled rotten, loved like never before, learning to build a life together, learning to trust one another as families should do.

The biggest surprise came on Christmas morning. Steve had wanted a computer, Gary a Gameboy, Paul an electric train. Needless to say they all got their wishes, and all top of the line of course. All four boys got more clothes than they could ever wear, including new school uniforms which they had all said they totally adored. They received ice skates and roller blades, various sporting equipment that they all needed for the things they were beginning to do at school; but the highlight of the morning was Colin’s gift.

Colin had received a lot of small gifts including a top of the line laptop computer he needed for school. But he had not received a “big” gift as his brothers had. He hadn’t asked for anything in particular, could really think of nothing he wanted that he didn’t already have. No problem, he thought, he already had so much more than the others he really didn’t need anything else. So he set about opening his other gifts along with everyone else. The tiny box was hidden well under the tree under several other packages and no one really noticed it until almost everything had been opened. “This one’s for you,” Wallace said with a very strange looking grin as he handed out all the gifts. “It isn’t much, but I thought you might enjoy it.”

Colin took the package, then waited while his brothers opened the last of their clothing packages. After everything else was opened, Colin began carefully unsticking the massive amounts of tape that held the small package together. “I get the feeling you really didn’t want me to have this one, Dad,” he commented as he struggled with the wrapping. When he finally got it open, a single key fell into his lap. It was a fairly large key with a plastic coating on the part where there was a hole for a key ring. There were two letters engraved into the plastic: GM. “No!” Colin gasped. “It can’t be! NO! You didn’t!”

“You might want to check in the garage,” Wallace suggested. Colin didn’t have to be told twice as he jumped up and raced to the back of the house and into the garage, his three other brothers in hot pursuit. It was true! The truck he had been admiring: a bright red pickup, which started at the top as fire engine red and gradually faded to black at the bottom, chrome and stainless steel trim everywhere, was sitting in the garage. “No, Dad!” Colin exclaimed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I don’t think so,” Wallace said. “But it doesn’t come without a price. It gets really tough making sure four boys get to where they have to be every day. If you accept this truck, you’re gonna have to help with the driving.”

“I’ll do it!” Colin said excitedly as he hopped in the driver’s seat and fired up the very elaborate stereo. Colin had taken Driver’s ed as soon as he got back in school, had got his license only a month ago. He had been driving the Lincoln Town Car that Tony had used to drive him around before all his adventures had begun, but like any typical teenager he had often complained that the big sedan was “clunky.” He had admired this very truck many times, even stopped into the dealership and got brochures, saying when he could have a vehicle of his own, this was what it would be. He had never dreamed that his father had even noticed his admiration for the beautiful machine.

The first drive Colin took in his new truck, he wasn’t even dressed. As he sat behind the wheel admiring his new prize his brothers all piled in, all in their night attire which, because it was Christmas, consisted of pajamas. “Let’s go,” they chimed as Wallace hit the remote that opened the door. Colin fired it up, and the dual exhaust rumbled enticingly and Colin couldn’t resist. “You comin’ Dad?” he called. Wallace was now a boy again and he climbed into the passenger’s seat, the three smaller boys in the rear of the extended cab, and Colin flipped the lever into reverse and backed out of the garage.

The new truck was indeed a practical gift, but all too soon it came back to haunt Colin and his brothers. Before the end of January Colin announced that he had a swim meet in Daytona Beach. His school was hoping for the State Championship, and Colin was a key swimmer. “I wish you’d let me know sooner, son,” Wallace said. “I’m committed to a meeting in Atlanta.”
“But Dad,” Colin whined, “I already told Tommy he could ride with us!”
“Just take your truck, Colin,” Wallace said, the slight annoyance in his voice unmistakable. “ You can take Tommy if you wish, in fact that’ll be better than you going alone. I wish I could come, but this weekend is totally out of the question for me. I’m sorry son, but it can’t be helped.”

Colin didn’t argue, didn’t protest because he hadn’t been brought up that way. But he thought plenty. Here we go again, he thought. He had enjoyed several months of real togetherness with his dad, but in his mind it was over. Oh well, he thought, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it. So he phoned Tommy and told him he’d pick him up at 5 AM. Tommy reminded him that they still had to shave each other down before they left, so Colin covered the phone and asked his father if he could stay over at Tommy’s. “We gotta shave each other down tonight, and it would just be easier if I stayed there after.”
“Shave each other down?” Wallace asked.
“Yeah, coach always has us shave all over before a big meet. It helps us go through the water easier.”
“Sounds odd,” Wallace mused. “I guess it’s ok though. I suppose you’ll be leaving pretty early?”
“Yes, sir, about 5.
“Ok, but you remember to drive carefully.”

Colin and Tommy had become best friends after their bizarre adventure. Of course they’d known each other for years and had always been close, but after Colin’s return to school they seemed to be drawing closer. They shared a lot of common interests, were both good swimmers and dedicated to the swim team, shared many of the same classes, so they had become more or less inseparable at least as far as school related activities were concerned.

“What’s it like?” Tommy asked as he shaved Colin’s thin graceful body. “I mean, what’s it like not havin’ anything at all down there?”
“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it,” Colin answered. His phantom erection was raging, and he was thankful that it was evident only to him as he felt his friend’s hands gliding the razor from crotch to neck. “I thought I wanted to die when he first did it, I figured my life was over. But I got used to it. It’s hard to explain, but without hormones I don’t get all horny all the time like I used to.”
“Can I touch it? I mean, where IT used to be?”
“Sure, if you like.” Tommy did. He first put two fingers gingerly at the spot where Colin’s penis used to emerge, then softly moved those fingers, now joined by two more, all the way down until they were touching the tiny hole just a little less than an inch from his anus.

“It feels so soft!” Tommy said almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” Colin agreed. “It’s real sensitive too. He used the skin that used to be my ballsac so it’d have more feeling.” Colin sighed deeply and his body shuddered as Tommy caressed the area gently.

“What was that?” Tommy asked with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“God no!” Colin said as his face blushed. “I just... I had an orgasm.”
“You can still do that? But I thought, with no testosterone...”
“Yeah, that’s what everyone tells me. But I get this feeling deep inside me just like when I used to cum. The doctor says it’s just my imagination and maybe it is, but it feels just as good as it ever did.”
“WOW! That’s incredible! And no mess to clean up either!”
“Yeah, that’s the bad part. Doc says my prostate has never developed and never will if I don’t take hormones. Sometimes I wish I could still cum ‘cause guys like that, ya know? ‘Course you know I’m gay, right?”
“Yeah, I knew that. I guess I never thought about guys liking to drink that stuff. But at least you get the feeling, and it seems like you get it pretty easy.”
“Yup. But we better finish up and get to bed.”

When Colin was finished, he and Tommy changed places. Tommy removed his boxer shorts without shame - modesty is not something that swimmers can practice very often, what with all the time they spend in shower rooms with their teammates, or wearing skimpy tight swim suits on a crowded pool deck. As he lay face down on the towels they had spread on his bed, Colin began to lather up his back. As soon as the razor touched his skin, he felt the beginnings of an erection. Colin’s phantom erection was back in full force as well as he carefully shaved every square inch of Tommy’s very muscular shoulders and arms, down his back, and on down his solid legs. “You’ve really got a great build,” Colin said with some amount of envy.
“Thanks,” Tommy said sleepily.
“The doc says I’ll never have a real sculpted body like yours if I don’t take hormones or work out really hard.”
“It’s not that far behind mine,” Tommy assured him. “Actually I was expecting less muscle than what you’ve got.”
“Yeah, well swimming helps. I’m kinda hoping once I get back into the weight room I’ll develop a little more, but my body’s always gonna be more like a big little boy than a man.”
“I think it’s beautiful,” Tommy said, then both he and Colin were surprised that he’d said it.

“Ok, your back’s done,” Colin said as he slapped Tommy’s smooth round butt lightly.
“Well... Tommy stammered. “I... unhh... Damn, Colin, this is embarrassing. I... I kinda got a hardon!”
“All the better,” Colin laughed. “I get to see you at your best.”
“It’s not like I’m gay or anything,” Tommy tried to explain. “I dunno what’s goin’ on.”
“I know,” Colin said. “Just turn over so I can finish shaving you. I promise I’ll leave it alone, though I can’t promise I won’t admire it.” Colin did. His beautiful 7 inch uncut pole was standing straight and rigid, pointing up at his face only an inch from his flat belly. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Tommy,” Colin said truthfully, his voice full of envy. “I’d die to have one o’ those, an’ if I did I’d show the world!”

“You... you can touch it if you like,” Tommy offered. “I mean... like I know you don’t have one and never will, an’ you let me touch you.”
“Thanks,” Colin said as his trembling hands began to lather Tommy’s chest, shoulders and arms. “I’m afraid if I touched it, I might do a lot more than just touch it.”
“If you want to,” Tommy said hoarsely. “But I mean... it’s not like I can return the favor, but...”
“Let’s just get the shaving done,” Colin said. His quavering voice, the hunger in his eyes, his shaking hands were all expressing a very different sentiment, but he busied himself thoroughly shaving his buddy.

Some fifteen or twenty minutes later, Colin declared Tommy completely hairless except for his head. They didn’t shave their heads as some swimmers do because their hair was short anyway, Willowcrest rules, and it all fit nicely inside the bathing caps they always wore. Tommy was still lying quite still on the bed, his body quivering slightly, his raging erection showing no signs of going down. “Unh... Tommy,” Colin ventured, “is your offer still good? I mean, I don’t wanna do anything that would hurt our friendship. It’s not very often a gay guy and a straight guy are as good friends as we are, an’ if you’re not comfortable...”
“You do anything you want, Colin,” Tommy said, his own voice far less than steady. He would never have admitted it in a thousand years, but he had a very strong feeling that Colin wanted to suck his cock and he wanted it as badly as Colin did. He would never ask Colin or anyone else to do such a thing, but... well... he tried to tell himself that he felt sorry for his friend; but deep inside he knew that was only part of the explanation. His entire body shuddered violently as he felt the warm wetness of his best friend’s mouth descend on his aching member.

This was the first time in a very long time that Colin was doing what he loved to do not because he’d been ordered, not because he was being paid, but simply because he wanted to. Tommy had showered only two hours ago, so Colin’s nostrils were greeted by Tommy’s very faint musk mingled with the fragrance of soapy cleanliness. It was the most delicious aroma Colin had experienced in a very long time, if ever. He caressed the foreskin with his lips; slid his tongue under it and pushed it back, then encircled the large deep pink head with his tongue. He released the tip and slid his lips and tongue down to its root and on down to take Tommy’s left testicle in his mouth. The silky soft skin of the scrotum he caressed with his mouth was still perfectly hairless and absolutely delicious. He released the left testicle and sucked in the right one; then released that and continued on down, lifting Tommy’s legs as he went, until he found the pink virgin rosebud that he knew would be there.

Tommy was literally thrashing around on the bed as Colin continued his ministrations. Then Colin went back to the throbbing penis and slid the entire thing in his mouth, the swelling head sliding effortlessly down his throat. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” Tommy gasped a warning, thinking that Colin would pull off. He didn’t. He moaned loudly with Tommy’s raging hardon still deep in his throat, knowing that the vibrations of his vocal cords would drive his friend over the edge. He was not disappointed.

As Tommy gasped and groaned loudly, thrusting his hips upwards very hard, Colin withdrew until only the first two inches were in his mouth. The first voluminous blast hit the back of his mouth and he moaned loudly, savoring the delicious virgin emission of boyseed as he had his second phantom orgasm. The second spurt was equally powerful, as was the third. Colin couldn’t remember a blow job he’d enjoyed more as the storm slowly subsided, each subsequent shot a little less forceful than its predecessor.

“Oh man, Colin!” Tommy exclaimed after his privates had been licked clean and his penis was finally shrinking. “I never felt anything like that in my life!”
“Hope you liked it,” Colin said as he started to busy himself putting away the shaving equipment. “I may want to do that again sometime.”
“Liked it doesn’t do it justice!” Tommy said barely audible. He was so relaxed he simply could not move. “I think you got yourself a permanent shaving partner, if you want one.”
“Yeah, the shaving part was fun too,” Colin said with a grin.

“Now I understand why that Rahim guy abducted you and made you his slave,” Tommy said dreamily after both boys were in bed. “Man, if I thought I could get a steady diet of that kinda treatment I’d kidnap you myself.”
“What I did for Rahim, and all his clients... I mean, I’m not real proud of that, Tommy,” Colin said, and then he started to cry. “I’m sorry, man, I thought I was all over that,” he sobbed.
“I don’t guess you can ever get over something like that,” Tommy replied as he hugged his friend. “I’m sorry, Colin, that was a really stupid thing to say. Let’s just go to sleep, ok?”

It was a warm morning in Florida, in spite of the fact that it was still only late January. The two boys had slept together in spite of the fact that there was a spare bed in Tommy’s room. Now they were each dressed in a pair of bright shorts and tank top, revealing their golden tans for the benefit of the other. Colin and Tommy talked happily as the little red truck purred along the highway, following the coastline so the boys could see the sunrise. That sun hadn’t quite appeared when the truck suddenly started to cough and sputter, then died altogether. Colin did all the things one would expect, like check the gas gauge, wiggle the key in the ignition, pump the gas, but nothing helped. The truck stumbled along for about a mile, and then the boys were sitting on the side of the road wondering what to do next.

They got out and lifted the hood. Why they did that is a total mystery because neither of them had the slightest idea what to look for, but they looked anyway. They checked the oil, looked for any signs of telltale leaks, smelled for overheating, even checked the windshield washer fluid. Everything seemed fine. Colin got in the cab and tried to start the engine. It caught just long enough to bring two smiles to two pretty worried faces, then died again.

When the old Toyota pulled to a stop behind the truck, neither boy gave it a thought other than it was a good Samaritan stopping to help. The driver got out and stood by the driver’s door. “What seems to be the problem, boys?” he asked cheerfully.
“We have no idea,” Colin replied as he and Tommy walked up to the Toyota. “It just died.”
“No problem,” the man said. “Just hop in and I’ll take you to the nearest service station.”
“I can’t leave the truck alone on the road,” Colin argued. He was beginning to feel uneasy, and there was something familiar about the man’s voice; but his suspicions were too little, too late.
“I said get in the fuckin’ car!” the man ordered, all friendliness gone from his voice as he produced a very large revolver. “Colin, if you would be so kind as to put these handcuffs on your buddy, then hold your hands behind your back so I can cuff you.”
“Mark?” Colin questioned, the lights and alarm bells suddenly going off in his brain.
“Very good, my little eunuch! Now put these cuffs on your buddy before I feel inclined to shoot his fuckin’ head off.” Colin did, then Mark cuffed him and pushed both boys into the back seat of the old Toyota. “Sorry about the reduction in comfort,” he said as he pulled away. “I would like to take the time to use your pretty new truck, but I’m afraid the fuel system is all clogged up with sand. But that’s no problem, you won’t be needing it any more.”

To be continued...