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My favorite time is when I first wake up in the morning and watch Anthony sleeping naked beside me. He is an incredibly beautiful boy. It always takes my breath away to see him laying there, his long lean body stretched out over the sheets, his chest gently rising and falling as he sleeps. Anthony is still wearing the eyeliner that makes his dark eyes look even more alluring. Seeing his full lips makes me wish he was sucking on my hard cock just as he did last night. I can still see those lips curled into a smile as he licks away the drops of cum that escaped his mouth. His hairless chest is muscled but not overly so, with two nipples that always seem erect. His whole body is nearly hairless, except for his dark bush. And thats where my eyes linger this morning, on the limp cock that rests across his thigh. It is so beautiful that I cant resist taking into my mouth, gently so that I do not awaken him. I hold Anthonys penis in the palm of my hand, and lower my lips to kiss the soft smooth shaft. I brush them against the mushroom head, letting the tip of my tongue gently caress the tiny opening. I can wait no longer; my lips part and I slide the cockhead into my mouth, not stopping until the penis is completely enveloped. My lips and tongue bathe it carefully, not letting my teeth nick the sensitive skin. Anthony breathes deeply but does not awaken. I gently suck the soft flesh, loving every moment of this. My fingers touch the thin scar below Anthonys penis. It is so faint now that its difficult to remember what he looked like before I castrated him. I let his cock slip from my mouth, wet and slippery as it lies limply in my hand. I kiss it again, smiling at the knowledge that no amount of touching will inspire it to harden. When I met Anthony a year ago, he had just turned 18. Rejected by his family, he turned to hustling for survival. I rescued him from the street, gave him a home, bought him the clothes that he wears so beautifully. Anthony was proud of his body, especially his cock. It took very little stimulation for his penis to stiffen long and hard as it curved toward his belly. Like most boys his age, just a few strokes or a few sucks and he was shooting ribbons of sticky white cum. I loved his cries of pleasure as I teased him to orgasm. I knew that in time Anthony would become bored with an older lover, and I was determined not to lose him or share him. He innocently drank the sedative that allowed me to restrain him, and the cutter did his job well. Anthony never stirred as his sack and precious jewels became mine forever. He wept, of course, and was inconsolable for days afterwards. But I showed him how sweet life could be as my eunuch, and over time he became grateful for what I did to him. Now Anthony awakens and opens his eyes, smiling as he sees me kissing his limp cock. He sits up and leans over to kiss me, which enflames my senses. I turn Anthony over onto his stomach, spreading his legs. He moans as my tongue dances over his anus, probing it and finally slipping inside. I can wait no longer. I turn Anthony onto his back, raising his legs onto my shoulders. I spit in my hand and wipe it on my stiff cock. As I lean forward, I look into Anthonys eyes, watching for the moment when my dick touches his hole. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply as I begin penetrating him. I speak gently to him as his body stiffens, telling him to relax. I feel his anus loosen, and Anthony cries out as I slide deep inside him. I give him time to adjust to the invasion, leaning forward until our lips touch. A grimace of pain crosses his face as I begin thrusting, slowly at first, then more rapidly as my passion builds. My hands circle his ankles as my hips move, and I look down to watch my cock slide in and out of his asshole. Anthony instinctively begins stroking and pulling his penis, which remains soft in his hand. Seeing his limp cock, remembering how hard and long it once would have been, gives me a tremendous surge of excitement. Knowing that I robbed this beautiful boy of his sexuality is the ultimate turn-on. My orgasm follows quickly. I slam my dick in and out in a frenzy. Anthony watches me as he continues to stroke his limp cock. Soon we are lying together, my wet cock pressed against his back. I reach around and touch his penis, still soft and small. I kiss his back, and smile. Authors note: Ive created a website so you can see my beautiful Anthony: Click here. |