A revision of the Wanker gets his wish.

Gerry was about 15 when he discovered the joy of a hard cock.

When he played with his RC cars and smashed them, his cock went hard. Clearly, exciting things made it stiffen.

At school the other boys made jokes about stiff dicks and he realized a stiff dick was something to be proud of.

In metal classes the boys had to wear overalls. One of the boys called Will, often walked by Gerry and said, "You queer!"

Not fully understanding what it meant, Gerry responded, "And loving it."

This went on for weeks, then Will became bolder. Each time he said, "You queer," he’d brush his hand over the front of Gerry’s overalls. Gerry’s cock stiffed each time. Soon Will could feel that stiff thing through the cloth and the times that followed, he squeezed the hard lump as he would walk by, and sneer, “Queer.” Gerry responded, “Still loving it.”

Weeks went by and Gerry woke up one morning with his hard cock laying in a pool of sweet smelling, almost chlorine like, goo. He wondered what it was, it was fun to play with and he began to rub it over the thing from which it had oozed. “Man that feels nice!” he thought. So he rubbed the goo over the tip, squeezing and rubbing, like one would milk a cow’s udder, the cocked stiffened more. The goo slid so willingly, turning to a lather. The feelings built up, and up, then, as if his heart stopped for a few seconds, and WAM! The gland in his fist seemed to burst open and GUSH, globs of more of that lovely hot goo shot through the air, splashing down on his chest and neck, and some on his chin. Gerry was drenched in his own seed.

He was able to lick some of it. The rest he played with rubbing it all over his body like a lotion till it became sticky and dried.

The next day at school, Will did the same. This time Gerry was prepared. Will said as he walked by, have your cock out. The overalls were great because with these one could unzip your pants, have a stiffy pock out and no one would know. What’s more, the overalls had a slit in the slid that would allow one to get a hand in to get to the trouser pockets, or in this case, to an awaiting shaft.

Will walked by as Gerry was filling a block of steel clamped in a vice. Will pretended to be interested and stood close to Gerry, then he slip his hand into the opening of the overalls, fishing into it and he struck gold. His hand found an eager, hot, 9-inch shaft of fresh boy meat.

Will squeezed it and whispered, "meet me in the toilets in 5!"

Will asked to leave to go to the toilet. A few minutes later Gerry did the same. We he got to the toilet, Will said, "Look at this…"

With that he pulled out a hard but little, bright red dick. It looked a bit like a dog’s dick. Gerry realizing that not all dicks looked the same was instantly proud of his donger and pulled his out. With that Will fell to his knees as if he worshiped the beautiful shaft of sex meat. He grabbed it and began to suck on it for a few seconds, and then stood up again.

Gerry, now proud of his cock, said, “Watch this,” and proceed to wank hand. Within seconds, globs of hot goo splashed against the cold porcelain of the urinal.

Will stood in awe and said nothing. Gerry smiled, Will smiled back and headed back for class.

The next day Will was no longer at school, it seemed the family had left the district.

For the next few years, Gerry wanked and wanked. Every day he would try something new. His favorite way was to soap up his hand over the bathroom sink, and with his two fist lined up, he’d imagine to be fucking a cunt, something he had never done yet. The sensation was great, especially when the goo was about to bust forth. He’d squeeze the gland hard to prevent it from shooting out, but the force of his balls made sure the jizz would come out. The jizz squeezed between his fingers, oozing and dripping.

Sometimes he’d put full shower blast on the gland, that worked too.

But when he was 18 his wanking days became fucking days.

He met Lindy when he was working at a hospital. She was a typist so she could not get a relationship going to easy because doctors tend to go for nurses and visa vice. Gerry wasn’t a doctor so when they met they hit it off very well.

On the first night that he walked her home, they stopped along the way and began to kiss, her hands moved so deliciously over his back with one hand working its way to his pants, and onto my bum cheeks, that his cock hardened in an instance. The tension heightened as that hand moved to the front to discover an aching shaft. Her kissing intensified, then she took her hand away and she said, “Come, take me home.”

Gerry was a wanker, not a lover, so he was very green at the time, he thought that he was just to take her home. When they got to her door, she invited him in for coffee. It didn’t take long for the kissing to resume and for them to lay on her Japanese style mattress on the floor and to be naked.

As his cock pressed to her, warm, and softly haired, cunt, she took hold of it to make sure it was in the right spot, there was some resistance to Gerry’s inward thrust, which then suddenly gave way…she was a virgin.

She squealed with delight, and actually moaned loudly, then louder and louder. As he fucked her, he thought, “is she was putting it on, or is she really loving it?” Then… GUSH! Hot wet, warm smelling fluids shot past his balls and thigh, making a warm and wet soggy patch on the mattress. A warm, almost salty, almost urine, but not as sharp as pee, smell filled the air.

She had cum, but she was one of those rare girls that ejaculate.

Lindy was a short girl, but very sweet, warm and she was willing. One weekend they spent their whole time in bed, from Friday evening till Monday morning, fucking until Gerry could no more, not because his cock was limp, but because the acids of her cunt had made the sides of his shaft red, raw. It stringed, but stayed hard. That day at work, he felt the sting all day, it was great! It was proof that he had the best fuck of his life. Days later, these became crusts, trophies of a wonderful weekend!

Gerry’s wanking days were over. Well, maybe not.

Lindy split up with him many times, but always came back, she needed Gerry to make love to. Gerry’s cock was strong, never limped down when it was needed, and very readily stiff, and an ejaculation was not the end of sex, but the beginning!

But the breaking up and making up each month, even each week was too much for Gerry so he broke the relationship off. He left town. But his need for sex was something to hard to bare, so after a year, he wanted to try again with Lindy, only to find that she had worked in a peep show, doing lesbian sex for guys to look at, what’s more she had since married as well.

He never saw her again… it was back to wanking.

His sex life took on many twists mostly to do with experimenting with new ways to wank, such as fucking bottles. When his cock was linp, he’d shove it all away into the body cavity, there’d be no cock to behold, then he’d put the bottle opening to the shiveled flesh and let the cock grow. It would grow out of the cavity into the bottle and harden into a bottled stiffy. Then by easing the squeezing bottle up and down over the tortured shaft, he’d shoot his load into the bottle. Only once limp could he remove it. A few times he posed for several magazines because he loved to display his beautiful cock. On photographer got his girl friend to pose with Gerry, she stood behind him, one arm around his neck and the largest kitchen knife to his stiff shaft. The shots were to imply penis removal. The idea was shocking yet strangely wonderful.

The next woman was someone who kept reminding him that she didn’t really fancy him, she was more into dark men like herself, so she left him. He then met another who let him fuck her but behind his back he was cuckolded over and over again. Often he was left alone in bed to wank away for hours whilst she was somewhere else being pounded by cocks that got the puss he should have been filling.

Eventually he married a woman who takes great pleasure out of telling him that she wants to castrate him as he fucks her.

Actually, it’s his own fault. The memories of the woman with knife to his cock was all that could make him come. The very thought was so exciting, so ultimate, so something…

He wanted to know how he’d react if his loving wife would say the ultimate thing to him. Either, I want to cut your cock off or I want to castrate you.

He spent some time working out how to get her to say it and what. The very word castration made his wanking ejaculations more intense than, I want cut your cock off. Somehow, I want to castrate you sounded better.

So one day as they fucked, he said, “Do you find I fuck you too often?”

"Yes," she panted.

“But it’s not my fault, my balls are to blame…” Gerry panted back but continued, “some women I’ve heard of go to hen parties…” Gerry kept fucking and saying these things in her ears, she listened eagerly. “Do know what they shout at the male dancers?...” "No," his wife panted back.

“Grab his balls and rip them off… aren’t women mean?”

"Yes, but sometimes girls get angry with men."

“Why?”

"They just do."

“Why?”

“Cause of their arrogant cocks…”

“But cocks are innocent, it’s the balls that make cocks stiff…”

“Then the balls are naughty.” She panted.

“They are, my balls even frustrate me.”

"Yes, it must be awful to have such things…”"

“It is…Are my balls arrogant?”

"I don’t know."

“But they are, look how they wanted to fuck you again.”

"Yes, yes, they are arrogant."

“So the woman are right to say such things.”

"Yes."

“But they also use the C word, cas… castr… what’s that word?”

"Castrate."

“Yes, that’s it, castrate him. That’s what they shout. Is that the solution for my balls?”

"Yes."

“What is?”

"To castrate them."

“Yes, you’re right, castrate them… is that what you want?”

"Yes."

“What to you want to do to my wicked balls?”

"I want to castrate them."

“Yes, castrate me… what will you do?”

"Castrate them."

“So you will castrate me?”

"Yes, I’ll castrate you."

“Yes, yes, castrate me.”

"I will, I will."

“What will you do?”

Gerry’s fucking her intensified.

"I will, I will castrate you… I’ll castrate you…castrate you…castrate your balls…"

“When?”

"Tonight."

“Good, do it.”

"I will… castrate you…castrate you…castrate you… cast…cast…"

“Yes, Castrate me…Castrate… Cast… Cast… oooh…aaarrrhhh….”

With that Gerry had the best cum ever. His mind reeling in the thought that his loving wife drove him to fill her wet tunnel with his goo with threats to castrate him, with him imagining her wanting to cut his balls off, yes he wanted her to do it at the point he came.

The thrill that she actually said all those things is what made him cum.

As it currently stands, he now makes sure she says she wants to castrate him with each time they have sex. She is becoming used to saying it.

The next day he fucked her again. He made a point of fucking her every day. Her puss was beginning to get raw and sting. He still fuck her.

By that time she began to complain whilst being fucked, “Something has to be done about your balls, I can’t take this fucking day in and out.”

“It’s not my fault, now you can see it’s all the fault of the balls.”

“It is… what should we do?”

“If you want to halve the fuck rate, then halve the amount of balls.” Gerry panted.

“I want to.”

“Then I want you to castrate one ball. What do you say?”

“Yes, I want to.”

It was working, Gerry’s plan to get her to agree to castration, even partial, was something she agreed had to be done.

Maybe one day she’ll actually want to do it…