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I've known Eddie Berger since we were both about 7, However, we didn't become close friends until our teens when he discovered that I was a cocksucker who gave really terrific head. Throughout high school, he often called on me for that service. I was eager to please him because I had a crush on him. Eddie was blond, blue-eyed, muscular and well-hung. He was the classic dumb jock with letters in football and wrestling.If there'd been a letter for jerking off, I could have won that. I was skinny and awkward with the longest prick in the school, the only physical attribute I could be proud of. Sometimes, Eddie would jerk me off after I'd given him a particularly good blow job. Eddie was affable and stupid. I was sarcastic, supercilious, and intellectual.We made an odd couple.Even after I went off to Holy Ghost College to major in Germanic languages, Eddie would seek me out during summer vacation for sexual services. Considering that he was notoriously successful with the chicks, I found this rather surprising. By this time, though, I did it only out of friendship, not for my own enjoyment. I was graduated Summa cum Laude from Holy Ghost College and given a scholarship for graduate study at Marquis University where I wrote my doctorate dissertation on "The retention of Inflectional Endings in the Anglo-Saxon of 'The Battle of Brynnanburh'." While I was working on my dissertation, I heard that Eddie had married and, by the time I had been awarded the PhD., he had two children.I assumed that he would have no further use for my services. I was back at Holy Ghost College heading the Anglo-Saxon and Gothic programs when I heard from him again. It was during summer vacation when he phoned me. We made small talk for a minute or so and then he said "Say, Matt, I want you to help me rape a girl." "ARE YOU CRAZY ?" I exploded. "I can't get involved in anything like that. I have a career and a scholarly reputation to consider." "I'll let you blow me whenever you want to for a year." he said in a wheedling tone. "Eddie, I've been doing that just for your sake. I don't get anything out of it any more." "How come ?" asked Eddie in a very puzzled tone. "Because I don't have any balls, that's why. I'll explain that some other time." "Oh, OK I guess I'll just have to do it by myself". "Eddie, you have a wife. Why don't you fuck her ?" "I'm tired of her. She's lost her figure and she don't always want it when I do" "Doesn't" I said, almost unconsciously correcting him."Eddie, she's a good woman. You should be ashamed to cheat on her." "Aw shit. Variety's da spice of life, y'know." "Look, Eddie, I'm not going to have anything to do with this.It's too risky even for you. You're an idiot to consider it." I hung up on him. About a week later, he was in the paper. "Used Car Dealer Seriously Injured in Alleged Rape" Our local paper, the Times-News-Journal was painfully decorous and, as a result, the article was vague and circumlocutory. From what I could make of it, Eddie had (allegedly, of course) raped a woman named Mavis Bell.......and then fallen asleep ! I remembered, then, that Eddie did tend to fall asleep after sex. Taking advantage of this, Miss Bell had hit him in the privates with a baseball bat and called the police. The trial must have been sensational. As I had been known as a friend of Eddie's I felt that it would be indiscrete of me to attend it. The Times-News-Journal tried so hard to be decorous that their account of the trial didn't even make sense. Anyhow, the judge wouldn't allow any evidence of Eddie's condition after the attack with the baseball bat to be admitted as evidence by the defence. DNA evidence clearly showed that Eddie had had sex with Miss Bell and, judging from what she had done to him, it could hardly have been consensual. Eddie was sentenced to 10 years in the State Penitentiary. I never dared to go and visit him and it was 7 years before I heard from Eddie again. He'd been given time off for good behaviour and, as soon as he was free, he phoned me and asked to visit me. I just couldn't turn him down. I wouldn't have recognized the person I saw in the doorway when I opened the door. Gone was the handsome athlete. In his place stood a fat, flabby, feminine-looking eunuch. Eddie's hips were wider than his shoulders, he had a great fat ass like a pair of basketballs. Even though his shirt was loose, it did not conceal the breasts on his chest,. Gone also was the big basket he had once sported. There appeared to be nothing between his legs. I guess my dismay showed in my face. "This is what they mean by 'ruined for life' " said Eddie sadly. "They wouldn't give me hormone treatments in prison. They said they didn't have to. If they had, I'd look like a man, but I still wouldn't be one. I made a couple of big mistakes when I raped Mavis. I forgot that I fall asleep after sex and I forgot that Mavis was on the Women's Softball Team at work.So there I was, laying on her couch...." "lying," I corrected....."fast asleep. So, she fetched her fuckin' bat and smashed my cock and balls with it. I jumped up in the air screamin' and she called the cops while I was trying to crawl to the door. I passed out long before I got there.I couldn't have gotten away, anyhow. So, my wife divorced me, my kids won't talk to me.....even you never came to see me." "Eddie, I couldn't. I couldn't risk being recognized." "Yeah, OK. Hey, what's this about you don't have any balls ?" "It's the secret of my success, Eddie. I was ashamed of being queer. I was terrified that the other guys in school would learn that I was. I hated taking showers after gym classes for fear that I'd get a hard-on in the shower and give myself away. And, I wasting much too much valuable time jerking off six times a day. I wanted so much to go to Holy Ghost College because they have the best programs in ancient Germanic languages in the country. But, it used to be a seminary. It's an ultra-coservative all-male college. It still is, even today. I was sure that, in an all-male environment, my body would betray me. I'd get a boner at the wrong time and the other students would discover my terrible secret and word of it would reach the administration and I'd be kicked out. It would mean the ruin of my plans for my career. I decided that I'd be willing to give up sex for academic success. In my senior year of high school, I began searching for a doctor who would castrate me. I used an assumed name and false ID showing that I was 18, which I wasn't yet. I was kicked out of the offices of over a dozen doctors, I think it was 14. Finally, I found one who wasn't sympathetic to me, but who hated queers. He told me that he'd consider it a public service to put a queer out of commission. He charged me much less than the going rate for the operation, only $25. but he did a good job. Even nature was on my side. Five to seven days of rest are required after castration. It rained for a week right after the operation. I wore my gym shorts under my pants and skipped the showers on the days when I had gym classes and pretended to shave in the morning at home. In college, I let the other boys see that I had no balls when I showered after P.E. classes and not a soul ever commented on it.If they had, I had a story about an accident all cooked up for them. Without the distraction of sex, I became an honor student and graduated Summa cum Laude. So, what was a great tragedy for you has been a great boon for me." "But, how come you don't look like me ?" "I take a small maintenance dose of testosterone, just enough to maintain a fairly masculine appearance." "I didn't tell ya the worst yet" said Eddie with a sigh. "When my cell-mates found out why I was there, they decided that I should learn what it feels like to get raped. There were 3 of them, a gook, a spik, and a nigger. Luckily the gook went first. He had a teeny little weeny that didn't hurt. The spik was hung like I used to be. I never used to take it up the ass, though I did suck a few cocks. That thing hurt ! The nigger was hung like a horse and, Oh God ! that thing HURT !!! They told me that they were goin' to buttfuck me whenever they felt like it. But that wasn't bad enough. Angel, the spik, did it to me in the shower room where there were about 40 other guys. They all decided they wanted a piece of the action. I think I got raped about 50 times before I got out of that fuckin' shower room. That was just the beginning. I was in the pen for 7 years and every goddam' day, I got about a dozen cocks shoved up my ass or down my throat. Now I have to be careful not to shit my pants because I can't close my asshole. And , well shit, I've come to like suckin' cocks. It's all I can do now. I can't jerk off . My cock don't work Unless it's as big as a cucumber, I can't even feel a dick up my asshole. So, now I'm a cocksucker" "Speaking from experience, Eddy, there are worse things to be." |