The Boy Who Had a Penis

This story takes place in the future.  Men have become irrelevant.  With the advent of  human cloning, they're no longer needed for reproduction. Only a woman's womb is needed.  As a result, men have no authority in society or government.  Only women have power.  There was once a time when male babies were circumcised. Now they are nullified-except for a very few born to eccentric mothers.  Brian was born to one of those mothers.

Brian, at eleven, was a freak-at least that's what the other kids called him.  He was the only boy in his school who had a penis and testicles.  His mother hadn't had him cut when he was a baby as all the other boys had been, even though her doctor had tried to persuade to have it done, explaining to her that-with a penis and testicles-her son would be an outcast-unaccepted by his peers and by society.  Women wouldn't feel safe around a man who had a penis.  Horror stories were still told of the world which had been ruled by men-a world of war, murder, and rape.  The world was a much better place now that men no longer had balls.

But, having male babies nullified was a convention, not a law.  No law had ever been passed decreeing that it be done.  Generally, convention and societal pressure was enough.  Few women would have wanted a son who had a penis.  To most, the thought of having a son who had one was abhorrent.  Brian's mother, though, was a member of a naturalist movement.  They believed in a return to natural methods of reproduction-to having a woman impregnated by a man.

It was a limited movement, comprising few women scattered across the country.  They corresponded through the Internet.  Most had never met another member personally.  Brian's mother had him conventionally.  He, too, was a clone.  There had been no whole men available.  The members of the naturalist movement hoped to change that.

Brian hated the appendages between his legs.  None of the other boys had them.  Because of them he had no friends-because of them he was a freak.  He would have cut them off himself if it hadn't hurt so much.  He had tried once, but had only succeeded in making a small cut.  The holy book might say, "If your eye offends you, pluck it out," but that's easier said than done.  He hadn't the courage to do it himself-and his mother refused to have it done, despite his pleas.  At least, when he was eighteen, he could have it done-without her permission.

He couldn't hide them, either.  If anything, the skin tight clothes that he and everyone wore, accentuated and called attention to them.  All other children, both boys and girls, had smooth crotches.  From his, protruded a conspicuous bulge.  He tried to hide it by covering his crotch with a book-or some other object-but it did little good.  All the kids and teachers at school knew he had them, and, when he was out elsewhere, someone, noticing the bulge in his pants, would point at him and call to others.  The result was ridicule and scorn.

His mother, when he was with her, ignored the insults, directed as much to her as to him.  She had made a moral decision to leave her son whole; she wasn't deterred by their criticism.  Brian had made no such decision.  He only wanted to be like the other boys.  He wanted no bulge in his crotch.  He wished his was as smooth as theirs.

For P.E., Brian changed into his gym clothes in a toilet stall.  There was no division of sexes at school because-other than Brian-there were no sexes.  There were only females and sexless eunuchs.  They all used the same restrooms and locker rooms.  Many would have been offended by the sight of Brian's penis.  It was bad enough to know that he had one.  Of course, some were curious.  More than once, other kids, often led by a girl-since the leaders were always girls-would surround him on the playground, pull down his pants and stare at his genitals.  "Look," one of them would say.  "How gross."

Then, one would poke his penis with a stick, not wanting to touch it with a hand, and ask, "Does he pee through that?"

One would raise his balls-again with a stick-look beneath them and say, "He must.  There's no pee hole between his legs."

"But, what are these for?" one of them would ask, indicating his balls.

None of them knew-not even Brian.  His mother hadn't yet told him that they would someday contain the seed to fertilize a woman.  All children knew that babies were cloned.

The teachers were no less cruel, neither the ones who had been born female-or who had been born male.  They all felt that it was morally repugnant that his mother had left him whole, but, because there were no laws against it, couldn't expel him.  They could only make him wish they could.  Brian was intelligent, though.  He passed in spite of his teachers.

It wasn't a classless society.  Women were dominant.  Eunuchs occupied the lower rungs, filling menial positions, living a sexless existence.  Women took other women as lovers-married other women, raising children together.  Sometimes only one of them would have children, possibly the clone of her partner, implanted in her womb.  Sometimes, both would.  Eunuchs sometimes bonded for companionship, but not for sex.  They had neither the desire or the equipment for it.  Brian's mother had no partner.  None would have tolerated her decision to leave Brian whole.  She raised him alone.

As bad as it had been having a cock and balls when he was younger, it became worse shortly after he turned twelve.  His cock grew, and his balls became heavier.  Hair began growing above his cock and on his balls.  None of the eunuchs-even the older ones-had any there.  Only the older girls had hair on their crotches.  Worse, he cock often became hard, producing an even more significant bulge in his pants.

He was expelled from school, then.  A girl had claimed that he has attempted to assault her with his cock-even though he hadn't.  Some had wanted to use that as an excuse to neuter him, but there hadn't been enough evidence against him to do it legally.  Brian would have submitted to it gladly, but his mother wouldn't have.  He was content to stay at home, though, no longer subject to the ridicule he received at school.

Brian was thirteen when he had his first wet dream.  He had been dreaming that he was at school-naked-being gawked at by the other kids.  His cock had been hard-standing at attention-throbbing as it often did.  Then, as if a dam had broken, water had gushed from it.  He awoke with his sleepwear wet at the crotch.  At first he'd thought he'd wet the bed like he had when he was a kid, but, unlike urine, the wet substance was sticky-and there wasn't much of it.  Neither could he explain the dream.  It was unlike any he'd ever had.  Although the dream, itself, hadn't been unlike others he'd had, the sensation he'd experienced when the dam had burst had been exquisite.

He was fourteen before he masturbated for the first time.  Then, it had happened by accident.  As always, he had awoken with a throbbing cock.  An almost unbearable pressure had built up in his groin.  Needing to relieve it, he grabbed his cock, sliding the loose skin over the exposed head.  It felt so good that he did it again-and again.  Pressure built behind his cock-then exploded.  A white substance spurted from the head of his cock onto the shirt of his pajamas.  He watched in amazement, realizing that it must be the same substance that had wet his crotch during his frequent wet dreams.

Brian's mother had told him nothing about sex.  She knew little more than he did.  Her only sexual experience had been with other females.  She had noticed that his cock had become larger.  She had seen the hair around it, realizing that he had probably passed through puberty, because that's when girls got their hair.  She didn't know, though, that he had wet dreams-or was masturbating.  She had masturbated when she was his age-and masturbated still, but she knew nothing about whole boys.  She only knew that most eunuchs had no desire for sex.  Eunuchs were-or had been-boys.  Although Brian had a cock and balls, she didn't realize he was different.

Although Brian still wished he was like other boys, he no longer exactly hated his cock.  It provided him too much pleasure for him to hate it.  He loved beating off, doing it two or three times a day.  Waves of pleasure washed over him while the white goo was spurting from his cock.

One day, when he was seventeen, his mother opened the door to his room.  Brian was sitting at his computer playing a game.  Since he had no friends, that's where he spent most of his time.  Glancing up, Brian noticed that someone was with his mom-a girl, about his age.  "Brian," his mother said.  "I want you to meet someone.  This is Susan."

She was beautiful, but Brian didn't know what to say.  Girls, especially, never had anything to do with him because of what protruded from his groin.  Reflexively, he placed his hand in his lap to hid his abnormality, which, at the sight of the girl, had enlarged.  He stammered, but got no words out.  "Hi, Brian," she said, smiling.

Susan was the daughter of another naturalist-a woman Brian's mother had met on the Internet.  They had decided that their children would become among the first of a new generation of parents with naturally born children.  Unlike Brian's mother, Susan's had prepared her for this day-when she would meet the future father of her child.  In defense of Brian's mother, she might have better dealt with a daughter.  Neither she, nor any other woman, had the experience of raising a whole boy.  Saying, "I'll leave the two of you alone," she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Red faced, Brian sat with his hands in his lap, covering his erection.  Walking over to him, Susan looked down at his crotch, and said, "Can I see it?"

"See-see what?" stammered Brian.

"Your penis, silly.  I want to see your penis.  I've seen pictures of them, but I've never seen one."

Why had his mother humiliated him so?  Why had she brought a stranger home-to his room-to confront him with his abnormality?  It had been bad enough that he'd been ridiculed at school and when he'd been outside his home.  At least, until now, he'd been safe at home-in his room.  "Why do you want to see it?" he asked.  "Did you come to see the freak?"

"No, I'm here to have your baby.  Didn't your mother tell you?"

She hadn't.  Possibly she had hinted about it, but she had been too ignorant about what went on between a man and a woman to intelligently discuss it with her son.   She had closed the door behind her, leaving Susan alone in the room with him, hoping that nature would take its course.  She had no idea how a man actually impregnated a woman.  She would have been shocked to learn that a man actually inserted his cock into a woman.  Luckily, Susan's mother, an anthropologist, knew, and had instructed Susan.

"My-my baby?"  It was extremely rare for a woman to have a baby using a male's cells for the clone-and Brian had no knowledge of any other way to impregnate a woman.  He didn't know that each time he shot his spunk onto this stomach that hundreds of millions of sperm cells had died, their destiny unfulfilled.  "How are you going to have my baby?"  He imagined that a doctor would appear to take some of his blood-or a bit of his skin.

As an answer, she took off her clothes, standing naked in front of him.  He'd seen naked girls at school, but they had been younger than she, and it had been years since he'd attended school-or seen a naked girl.  His cock, harder than ever, throbbed.  He thought he was about to cream his pants, creating a wet spot, embarrassing him further.  "Stand up," she said, pulling him to his feet.  "I want to see it."

Raised to obey women, he was unable to resist.  When he stood, she pulled down his pants.  His cock, pulled down, along with his pants, popped free, slapping against his abdomen.  "God, it's big!" said Susan.  I didn't know they grew so large."  A little frightened, she wondered how it would ever fit into her vagina, but she'd come for that.  She was determined to stay until she had become pregnant naturally-by Brian.  Although several women were avowed naturalist, few had the courage of Brian's mother-the courage to raise an entire boy.  He was her only chance for a natural birth-and for that, her mother had raised her.

She didn't love Brian.  Like other women, she was only attracted to women.  To her, Brian was a fount of sperm, which would provide her with a child-one of the first of a new generations of humans.  Her mother and other naturalists felt that cloning would eventually lead to the extinction of the human race-that only natural birth would provide the necessary variations to keep the human race viable.  Susan felt she was a warrior-a potential savior of the race-a new Eve.  She would take his penis into her vagina, no matter how much it hurt.

Beside his cock and balls, Brian was different from any boys she'd ever seen.  He had hair around his cock and a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest and around his nipples-even under his arms like women.  Few women any longer shaved their legs or under their arms.  Susan didn't.  Brian even had a shadow of a beard on his face.  Susan had never seen anyone with a beard.  He obviously shaved.  She wonder what he'd look like if he didn't.  Like a monkey, she thought.

Reaching down, she grabbed his cock.  He came immediately, shooting his come onto her and the floor.  "Oh no," she said, "You've wasted it."  She began crying, afraid that she'd lost her opportunity to have a child.  "Can you do it again?"

Embarrassed because he'd shot his wad at Susan's touch, but bewildered at her reaction and wanting to stop her tears, Brian said, "Yes, I can do it again-probably several times."

Reassured by his words, Susan pulled him down onto the bed-beside her.  At her touch, his cock became hard again.  Rolling him over onto his back, she straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock.  The head of it entered her slit, encountering resistance, causing her some pain.  She emitted a yelp of pain as her hymen burst and Brian's cock slid into her up to its base, filling her vagina.  Before long, Brian had again pumped out his seed-this time into Susan.

He'd never known such an orgasm.  He hadn't known that a women could take a boy's cock completely into her body between her legs-or that it would it would be so warm and soft inside-that it would feel so good.

The first time wasn't so good for Susan.  There had been too much pain.  By the time she became pregnant, she'd come to enjoy it, and even felt affection for Brian, akin to love, as implausible as that might seem-to love a boy.  After she was certain she was pregnant, she left to return home to have her baby.  At first, Brian missed her, but there was soon another.  There were many more girls who wished to be bred.   Whole boys like Brian were few.

Brian turned eighteen.  He had long awaited that age-so he could have his cock and balls removed without his mother's permission.  No longer, though.  Not for anything, would he have surrendered his cock.