Two Stories on the Side

Monica (you remember Monica?) writes to her pen-friend. Girl talk. 

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Two Stories on the Side

Well, actually just one story, but I couldn't resist the title.  PB.





Dear Pen Friend,

Thank you for your letter of a couple of weeks ago. I'm sorry it took 
so long for me to answer it - I've been very busy just lately, and I 
wanted to answer it properly. 



I was sorry to hear about your grandfather. I'm sure you were very 
fond of him, and it was sad news. Still, as you say, life goes on, 
and I guess it was for the best in the long run. Sometimes I wonder 
what it's like, being old. I guess you and I will find out for 
ourselves one day!



Your new language teacher must be really good! The last couple of 
letters you've sent me have been in excellent English - if I didn't 
know you only started studying it a couple of years ago, I'd think 
you grew up speaking it! 



You sure do ask some funny questions! I guess that your own people 
have very different attitudes to some things, specially things to do 
with sex. Over here we never talk about it. Not the way your people 
seem to, anyway. It's a bit hard for me to write about the things you 
asked me, but I'll try. Just be sure to keep this just between the 
two of us! I'd be so embarrassed to tell this stuff to another 
American! But I know my secrets are safe with you.



Besides, your people don't do any of the things that we Americans do, 
like circumcision and castration, so I guess it's fair enough that 
you are curious about it. (It seems like a funny way to run a country 
to me, I don't understand why you don't have all sorts of crime and 
stuff - but then I guess you think we are a bit weird too! I want to 
ask you more about how things work in Finland, but that can wait till 
my next letter. After all, you asked first.) 



Time I stopped avoiding the point!



To start with your first question, yes my friend, after a boy has his 
penis cut off he can still have children. I'm quite sure of that. I'm 
not sure of the exact details, but I think they go to see a doctor if 
they want to have children, and the doctor uses a syringe to take the 
sperm out and put it into the woman's body. 



Until you asked about that next thing, I'd never thought about it, 
just knew that once a boy has his penis cut off he couldn't 
masturbate. But maybe you are right! Now that you have made me think 
about it, I guess it might be possible for a boy like Tom to rub 
himself between the legs or something and have an orgasm. I am not 
going to ask him! But I'll keep my ears open next time we have a 
hen's night out. One or two of the girls from the bank get rather 
disgusting when they've had too much to drink. Usually I ignore them, 
but now you've made me curious! 



I don't understand what you said about "prostate massage". Is that a 
Finnish word? I looked up "prostate" in a medical dictionary from the 
library but it didn't say anything about massage. How can you massage 
something that's on the inside of a boy's body? You'd better explain. 
(Or maybe not - I'm not sure I want to know!)



Then you asked "if orgasm is to always be denied him, wouldn't he 
prefer lose all, rather than be tortured by need?" I never thought of 
that! I just assumed that he's rather be able to have a normal life, 
get married and have children and stuff. But maybe you're right!  (Oh 
by the way, you split an infinitive in that sentence. In English, the 
verb "to be" is called an infinitive. You're not supposed to put 
other words in the middle of it. But it's a pretty old-fashioned 
rule, most Americans don't bother about it. Strictly speaking, you 
should have said "is always to be denied" or "to be always denied". 
Don't worry about it though, even the English themselves get it wrong 
most of the time these days. I'm just showing off. Or avoiding the 
point again, maybe?)



Also, you asked about how other boys at school treat children who 
have had corrective moral surgery - been circumcised or had their 
penis cut off or something. The first thing you have to understand is 
that here in America we don't talk about these things much. It just 
isn't done, at least not if you're well brought up. So it's not like 
we make a big thing about it. It's sort of like, I don't know, maybe 
like if a boy gets caught stealing a car or something and goes to 
court. The teachers try to fit him back into class like he's a normal 
boy and don't treat him any different. At least that's what they say 
they do. In reality, it's a bit different. They don't post his name 
up on the bulletin board or anything, of course, but everybody knows 
about it.



I heard a story about one of the boys I went to school with once. I'm 
not sure if it's true though. Martin seemed like a pretty normal sort 
of kid most of the time, but he was like Tom - couldn't control 
himself. Eventually his parents put a sort of rubber thing up between 
his legs so that his testicles shriveled up and dropped off, and I 
think maybe they circumcised him too. Anyway, some of the kids found 
out about it and they used to tease him about it. Not in class, of 
course, but on the way home and stuff like that. The story I heard 
was that three or four of them (they were sort of like a gang) they 
took him up behind the shed at the back of the golf course and made 
him take his clothes off so they could look at his thing, and they 
made him play with it in front of them - you know, touch it and make 
it get hard and stuff. And they did something else to him too, I 
don't know exactly what, but they made jokes about him walking funny 
afterwards. I didn't understand that part. I think I've worked it out 
now, but like I say, it was just a story I heard and it might not 
have been true. (But if it wasn't true, how come Martin suddenly 
started catching the bus home every day?)



One thing I can tell you is that American boys think it's really 
important how big their thing is, it's sort of a status symbol or 
something, and they talk about that a lot. (At least I think they 
do.) I guess it's really hard for a boy like Martin, because he was 
probably hoping he'd grow a big one before he got castrated.



Girls don't seem to mind so much. For us, it's not so important what 
the boy's thing is like, it's more like a sign of character or 
something. I guess I mean that most girls sort of look down on boys 
that have to get castrated. But it depends on the circumstances too. 
I mean some castrated boys come from really good families and it's 
just that their parents were extra strict or didn't want to take any 
risks with them.



Remember I told you about Adam, the guy I was going out with when you 
first started writing to me? He didn't have any penis. His mother cut 
it off, I think, when he was little. We never talked about it, of 
course, but I got the impression that he must have only been a kid at 
the time, maybe six or eight, I'm not sure. But he was nice. I might 
have married him if he'd asked me. But I guess I thought I was too 
young. I don't think you should get married until you're ready to 
start having children.



We made love a few times (I didn't tell you that before!). I know 
you'll ask, so I'd better tell you all about it. Adam was a great 
kisser, we used to just lie together and kiss for hours. He never 
said anything about having had his penis cut off, I guess he thought 
I knew already. I only found out when we'd been going out for ages. 
I'd been sort of expecting him to make a move, and to tell the truth 
I was kind of looking forward to having sex with him. Like I say, he 
was really cute. Great dancer! Anyway (please don't tell anybody 
this!), one night we were lying on the sofa kissing. I had my top off 
(I was sort of encouraging him) and I unbuttoned his shirt and slid 
my hand down the front of his pants. I couldn't find his penis at 
first, until I realised.....



I didn't want to say anything, in case I hurt his feelings. I mean, 
it wasn't like a big shock or anything, I'd just always assumed he 
was built the same as David or Howard. (The boys I went out with at 
school.) I felt a bit stupid really. And it didn't stop me wanting to 
have sex with him either. I mean, he was so cute. You'd think so too 
if you knew him. We talked about it then, I think he said: "Were you 
expecting something else?" and I said it was OK, and he asked if I 
had a clitoris and I said yes and he said "I thought so" and we 
kissed some more and I cupped his balls in my hand and felt the 
weight of them. I got really excited. I don't know why, it was just 
the smell of him and feel of his balls in my hand and me thinking 
about him not having a penis to fuck me. I sort of rubbed against 
him, feeling a bit guilty about it, but horny too, and I was sure he 
could smell me, I was really wet. You know how a girl gets when ... 
But of course you do.



Adam was a bit older than me, I guess he knew the ropes, because he 
started kissing my breasts and my belly, and then he put his head 
between my legs and .... WOW! I suppose it's all a bit routine to 
you, but that was the first time anybody ever did that to me, at 
least pretty close. It wasn't just because he kissed me there, or 
just because I kept thinking about him having his penis cut off when 
he was little and not having it anymore, or just because he had such 
beautiful brown eyes, it was the whole thing, the package. That was 
the first time I ever had an orgasm. 



No, I can be honest with you, dear friend. It was actually the first 
time I ever had an orgasm with a boy. I can't believe people are so 
relaxed about these things where you come from! I've never admitted 
to anyone that I've masturbated before! Maybe I better tear this up 
before I post it and write you a nice long letter about the World 
Series or the chances of rain or something.



Anyway, Adam was cute. Maybe I should have married him. I still think 
about him sometimes. We send Christmas cards. He's in Chicago now. I 
wouldn't tell this to anyone else, but sometimes when I masturbate I 
think of the way he used to glance up at and look at me me when he 
was kneeling between my legs and kissing my sex. It's hard to 
describe, but I'd see his things hanging down - they look so obvious 
when the other part is missing - and he'd slowly wrap his lips around 
my clitoris and start licking me there, and then look up with a sort 
of weird expression of longing and loss and love in his eyes, all 
mixed up at the same time. He used to make get so horny!



But I have Steven now anyway, and he's completely different. Yes, he 
has all his equipment, and .... No. I'll save that to tell you next 
time. 


Say hello to your sister for me, won't you.

Love,

Monica


I will get back to Two Sides to Every Story and Last Night Day 
eventually. I write in fits and starts, so I'm not sure when the next 
chapter will appear. Nor do I know which one will happen first - it 
might even be something else entirely. In the meantime, thanks to 
Priest for the idea for this little one. PB.