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The ripples of heat rose from the road, as I slowly peddled my heavily laden bicycle. A pair of Wedge - tailed Eagles hung effortlessly, in the up draught above me. The temperature was about forty five degrees (Celsius), in the water - bag and it was going to be much hotter.This was the first day of my journey and I reflected on the six weeks, or so, since my castration. I had prepared the bike and used it to ride around the city. I rode to Margarets where I made house calls and rode her. She had two elderly lodgers, but I was discreet and so were they. Margaret and I had become friends. I sensed she would like to further the relationship, but her husband died from prostate cancer and I was not certain that the same would not happen to me. I did not want to get too involved. I was feeling healthy. I no longer had any concerns about my castration healing well. Now, without balls, I was probably less vulnerable in the groin than I was before and it was even better on the bike. My penis was still shrinking and when flaccid, looked more like a large clitoris. Especially, as I have very thick and bushy pubic hair which covers most of that area. However, my penis was still quite big when erect. Its size did not bother me. My shrinking penis was of interest, mainly, as part of my physical adjustment to my life as a eunuch. My nipples had developed more, but were only prominent when I was sexually stimulated, which was fairly often. My breasts had not developed much and I was glad. The thought of me with big floppy boobs was not pleasant, although the chances of that were remote. I had lost a bit more weight on my waist and figured it must have redisributed to my hips and buttocks, as I had not lost any weight, overall. I went to the local Public Swimming Pool, one evening, after the sun had lost its bite and the afternoon crowds had thinned. Before leaving, I put my bathing trunks on to see how I looked after these changes, slight though they might have been. Especially, to my crotch - bulge which I knew to be most affected. The flatness caused by the removal of my balls and shriveled penis, was not that noticeable. My briefs were still stretched from when they were filled with my former bulging balls and cock. I could have bought some baggy surfboard shorts, but, what the hell. I was slim and fairly muscular. I could see a slightly different me but most people would not notice. Especially, when one sees overweight men some young with breast development. At the other end of the spectrum,there are women, who have pumped their muscles to bulging proportions. I looked normal. At least, I thought I did, until I stripped naked to shower before entering the pool. There were several young men also changing. When they saw me, they had to look twice. They could not hide their surprise and even shock. I was supposed to have balls! It was as if I was a dangerous freak. They hurried away. It would give them something to talk about. Perhaps,I should have been more discrete and showered with my trunks on. I did not want people to develop eunuch phobia. It is something like the Vietnam syndrome. I was in the Infantry - a grunt. I experienced a lot of things that I would rather had not. Some think that I do not talk about Vietnam because I was traumatized, but that is not the case. The reality is, that I do not want to upset them. Some, have no idea what it was like, ask and are shocked if I tell them. As were the guys in the changing - room, when subjected to the sight of my ball-less crotch. However, not all in the changing - room were shocked. There was a group of ethnic Chinese and one in particular, took a keen interest. He sauntered over while I was still showering and smiled, drew back his foreskin and pissed a yellow jet of urine, into the shower water. He was saying hello, as only a gay Chinese man can. He was a beautiful man; small, with smooth, pale - brown skin. Not heavily muscled, but well knit, lithe and compact. In fact, he looked typically Chinese, even down to his carefully gelled hair. An Oriental Elvis, aged about twenty five. His beautiful cock and balls, topped by a neat black tuft of pubic hair, were exquisite, with more than a hint of promise. He looked at where my balls used to be and grinned. Ha! you got no ball. What happen? I rubbed my scrotal skin and grinned back. Big cancer. Chop chop or Im dead. Balls no good. Now, no balls. Im O K. Ah ! No balls you healthy, Good. His friends were still around. He could have been showing off, but I did not think so. He told me his name was Charles no doubt, named after Prince Charles. It seemed as though he was more than just interested, but at that moment I did not want any involvement, as my thoughts and energies were elsewhere. Guys were continually coming and going.It was not the place to tarry. I bade him goodbye and wished him well, as I could see they were about to leave. As I walked over to the pool nobody gave me a glance. I slipped in the warm water and swam a leisurely length. As I swam back, Charles came down alone and we exchanged banter as I held on to the side of the pool. He asked me where I lived and then left. I thought no more of it. I stayed for about an hour. Even in wet, clinging briefs, nobody seemed to notice anything odd. However, I showered with my briefs on, before leaving. It was still hot with storm clouds rumbling in from the West. I was home, sitting on the floor with the door and windows wide open, trying to catch what breeze there was. There was a loud knock and Charles walked in as if he owned the place. I was only wearing underpants and he came from behind and played with my nipples. No preliminaries. He just helped himself and I felt a spasm of ecstasy erupt through my whole body, as my nipples became like active volcanoes .Good move, Charles. He moved forward and deftly and expertly manipulated my cock. Oh, AHH, he so hard! He want exercise now. He said. He sat on the bed, but before I could join him, he had latched onto my cock with his mouth and was fondling its base and shriveled ball sack. We lay on the bed together and I took his clothes off and sucked his small, beautiful cock. I fondled his balls, which were small and oyster-like and gently massaged them, the connecting cords, his scrotal sac and along the root of his cock leading me to his tight, hungry anus. Gradually, with the application of lubricant I eased first one finger then two and finally three. He was relaxed, purring, greased and ready to go. He raised his legs over my shoulders as I slowly inserted my condomed cock into his accommodating anus. He gasped a gasp of pleasure as I felt my way into a rhythm. I grasped his balls in my hand. He gasped and thrust against me, again and again and came to a huge orgasm shooting his sperm all over everything. I did not expect him to blow so soon, but that was alright. I slide my still hard cock out and rolled off him. No doubt, we would work our way in again. We relaxed, explored and feasted on each others bodies with our hands, lips and tongues. I asked him about his name. No not Prince Chau. My name, same, like Chau Dah Wan. You know him? Yes, Dah Wan (Darwin), in the Northern Territory, is named after Charles Darwin. Australia was becoming more Asian and our English would improve. Charles was a new arrival from Vietnam sponsored by relatives already established in Australia. We talked. I can speak a little Cantonese and Vietnamese. Gradually, our mutual physical attentions became passionate and I mounted him from behind. Suddenly, the earth seemed to shake. There was a deafening roar and a sensation of being sucked into a huge vortex. I was nearly knocked off my bike by a huge semi trailer, like a road train. As I collected my senses, I looked up and saw the stinking, steel juggernaut almost fly over the next rise in a cloud of dust and thunder. I had felt it just clip my shoulder as it sped past doing at least one hundred an fifty kilometers an hour. Wake up you daydreaming idiot, I thought and shook my head. Imagine the newspaper small print back page. Hit and Run castrates Eunuch on Highway. Police suspect bilateral orchidectomy. The two eagles peeled off and vanished, as something else took their attention. |