Bboy's Dream Vacation (part 2)

The aftermath of the cock removal in Mexico and the final day at 
the Nude beach.

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Bboy’s Dream Story Diary (Part2) 

March 14, 2000 (Wee or weeless hours of the morning)

Before the two beautiful guys left they initiated me to anal 
receptive sex. I felt very little and it hurt like hell until one 
of them whispered in my ear how to “open up”. I felt nothing. I 
didn’t feel in the least bit stimulated. I suppose it was because I 
just had my dick cut off, but even to this day I don’t become 
overly stimulated unless someone massages my prostate. Even then it 
is not enough to get me off. 

Later that same day:

I woke up at about noon and I was served breakfast in bed. One of 
the guys had returned and was taking care of me. I hurt but the 
medicine that I was being given took the edge off the ache. I was 
frustrated because the guy had the same complexion that I did and 
we were both completely naked. My crotch was covered with a bandage 
that was red tinged with blood from my ordeal at the knife but him, 
he was whole and complete. His erection was magnificent! He teased 
me with it and as he bent over me to spoon-feed me in bed a stream 
of his precum fell onto my belly. Our eyes met. Without so much as 
a word my hand reached up and grasped his cock. He dropped the 
spoon into the bed and climbed up and straddled my sore, incomplete 
body. As I slowly worked up and down his cock our lips met, our 
mouths opened and his tongue possessed my mouth. I was rubbing his 
huge cock wishing that it were my own. I was aroused but my pelvis 
was devoid of all feeling. I felt him strain as he leaned back and 
slipped over the edge into the chasm of orgasm. His jets of cum 
showered my face in a slippery mess of ejaculate. He leaned down 
and kissed me again as he climbed off me and resumed my feeding. He 
remained naked as did I until his friend came in to relieve him at 
about 7 P.M.

His lover was dark but unusually bare. It occurred to me that in 
contrast to the blonde hair of the other guy he was completely 
without body hair as he stripped. The two of them looked at me and 
smiled and proceeded to fondle each other’s erections. As the 
encounter progressed they lay down on the other bed in my room and 
made it with each other with the lights on. I longed to make it a 
threesome but my little catheter and me possessed nothing with 
which to partake of the encounter. I longed for just a few of the 
minutes that I had wasted masturbating in the washroom of the plane 
coming down here at the prospect of being cockless. I would never 
have another orgasm but I did feel some degree of fulfillment at 
the orgasm of another. It didn’t make sense but I got up and 
unhooked my bladder drainage bag from the bed and went over to 
them. I ended up masturbating one with each hand while they played 
with my nipples. I felt somewhat aroused, but it as that helpless 
feeling that I got whenever someone played with my nipples. I would 
never orgasm from such stimulation. I noticed a new ache in the pit 
of my gut that evening. I still get it ever time I start to get 
aroused, or rather in a situation that would have given me an 
erection before my cock got cut off.


Barely 24 hours had passed since my dick was cut off, and already I 
found that watching sexual acts or participating in an act of sex 
was almost unbearable. How would I ever adjust to being this way 
the rest of my life? It came crashing in to me why someone who has 
a penectomy sooner or later has his balls cut off. I was really 
glad that I had it done but already I missed the damn thing. I 
would never have another orgasm; I missed that already, too. 

The fair skinned guy came over to my bed and asked if they could 
leave my bandages off for a while and let me lay there naked while 
they looked at me. I told them that I didn’t care and it was O.K. 
So there I lay, cockless, with a tube coming from the middle of a 
row of stitches. My groin was absolutely smooth except for the row 
of stitches and the tube into my bladder draining my pee into a 
bag. A tear came to my eye as I watched while my two roommates took 
turns boldly having anal sex with each other, turned on by the 
stitches where my cock used to be. I wished that I could join them 
but I would never know the pleasure of having my cock inside the 
body of another human being. It was gone forever. My groin ached 
with the need for release, release that I had experienced form 
masturbation. That too, was never going to happen again.

After they finished they quizzed me about my sexual habits. They 
were amazed to find that I was technically a virgin. They both 
tried to talk me into letting them try to enter me from behind. One 
of them even tried to tempt me with stories of how it was possible 
to have an orgasm with prostate stimulation alone. I wasn’t buying 
it. After they saw that they were not going to get anywhere they 
made a few flippant cruel remarks and put bandages on my crotch and 
left. I soon fell into a troubled sleep dreaming about naked men 
and women and seeing the man get masturbated.


MARCH 15, 2000

I spent most of this day lying around sipping iced Caribbean drinks 
that my two new friends ordered for me. The highlight of the day 
was when they had hired this beautiful Mexican girl to come and 
attempt to sexually stimulate me while she was serving me lunch. 
She was hairless down below and she ended up completely nude 
rubbing up against me. She felt smooth and soft but I wouldn’t have 
been turned on even if I had my penis. I was waiting to watch my 
two new caretakers possess each other anally again. Observing that 
act made my whole body feel funny. My groin ached where my penis 
used to be. I realized that mostly I was like them. I wished that I 
knew that before now, but I was so ashamed and embarrassed the 
first time I that I was stripped in front of girls, that I didn’t 
realize it was because I was Gay. Now I would never be able to let 
Billy know that I had my dick cut out! He would laugh at me and 
tell everyone that I knew. I would be the but of all the jokes at 
school. 

I took a nap in the afternoon in which I clearly could see the 
actor Bill Murray introduce me as Valedictorian at my graduation 
ceremony. Just as he did in Ghostbusters to the EPA agent he looked 
out at the crowd with Billy and the “macho” sports jock friends of 
his on the front row and said, “this Valedictorian has no Dick”. I 
woke up as I saw Billy laughing with the jocks on the front row, 
while the security guards lead me off the podium. When I became 
completely awake I realized that it was all a dream. I also 
realized that Billy came around only when he was between 
girlfriends and when he had no prospects of female sex for a while.

My two caretakers were back and brought me some more food and took 
care of me again. It was a repeat of last time. As I lay naked, my 
private surgery uncovered, they made love to each other turned on 
by what had been done to me. Once again I felt that feeling come 
over me. It was like a helplessness, the same sort of feeling that 
I had when I first realized tat I was losing my penis for real, 
that it was my decision and that there was no going back. I was 
aroused but I had nothing to be aroused about. My nipples ached 
because they constantly remained hard. It was getting so that I 
could not stand a shirt, covers or anything touching them. I was 
quickly reaching a state of constant arousal, what with the guys 
fucking, sucking and playing with each other, while all that I 
could do was watch while they shot their loads looking at my 
dickless crotch.
 
Every time that they left I had to take a couple of pain pills so 
that I could get to sleep. This is great, I thought. I will soon go 
home knowing that I really love Billy, that I am addicted to pain 
killers and that I will never have another orgasm because I had my 
cock removed. 


March 16, 2000

The guys came in and they had a surprise for me. The dark one 
removed my bandages and pulled my catheter. As I lay around they 
told me that as soon as I peed on my own that they were going to 
get me dressed and take me to the beach. Oh great, I thought, I 
would be dick-less on a nude beach. I told them that I didn’t want 
to go. They calmly told me that if I didn’t that they would going 
to see to it that everybody in my high school knew that I had my 
cock cut off during spring break. I had no choice. I would have to 
wander the nude beach naked with my recent change in appearance on 
display. I pleaded with them not to do this to me, but they 
insisted that it would be good for me. They also pointed out that 
since no one knew me here that no harm would be done. I reluctantly 
agreed. It was my last day there before I had to go back home. 

Soon I found myself being stared at as I wandered the beach with 
these two guys. People stared at my penisless crotch but no one 
said anything. I noticed that mostly the men ignored me but the 
women seemed to sneak glances at me when they though that I wasn’t 
looking. I had quickly become an attraction on the beach. My 
friends made me lay out naked and sunbathe on my back first and 
turn every 10 minutes. They had spent the better part of 20 minutes 
slowly rubbing me with SPF 50 sun block. The Caribbean sun is 
viscous and would have blistered my skin even with my suntan from 
the beds at home. I was getting to enjoy their hands rubbing my 
naked body, and my nipples were showing it. They were all I had 
left to betray my arousal. I spent my final day in Mexico a 
penisless eunuch on display for the tourists and the locals. I bet 
that the European tourists told some stories about me when they 
returned home.

In the morning I would return home. I knew that new adventures 
would await me as I tried to cope with my new condition, my sexual 
frustration and at the same time hide my terrible secret that I 
sometimes enjoyed and sometimes hated. My dick had been gone less 
than a week.

To be continued…