Bboy learns the consequences and the shame of his choice.
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Bboy’s Dream Vacation (Part 3) March 17, 2000 The sun shone brightly through the window of the hotel room as it rose in the east. Seemingly, like a fiery orb, the sun was a blaze of red illuminating the room with the light of early morning. It was my last day in Cozumal, Mexico and I was to fly for a short vacation in south Florida before flying home. As I waked the ache where I had been cut started to bother me again, filling me with a strange feeling. Once again that I had that strange longing that I had when I first observed my two caretakers pleasuring each other while I was still in bandages with a catheter inserted into the place where my penis had once hung. I knew that the money would be in my account when I got home and that the people who watched as it was cut off would pay all of the bills for my vacation. Still, I would miss it and I hoped that I could hide my loss from everyone. It should be easy because I had all of my physical education credits out of the way and I could take something like archery in college for physical education and hide my secret form the world. I would NEVER let that Billy see me naked again or touch me. HE had bragged to his friends that he “made” it with a fag boy. They all laughed at me. After the girls gave me the body shave and I didn’t get erect. Then one of them lost and was stripped and shaved in that mad strip poker game and I felt sorry for her instead of getting a hard on. After that everyone knew that I was gay and they would believe anything that Billy said about me. I slowly packed my things and after I had cleaned my wound I put on an antibiotic ointment with a new bandage. I wheeled my suitcase to the lobby, checked out and got into the hotel car for my trip to the airport. I was anxious to get back to America. I wanted to relax in the sun on a beach in Florida and try to forget about the events of the last few days and get on with my penis-less life. I had it removed mostly because of the fantasy but I needed the money to supplement my income from the part-time jobs. I had scholarships but I wanted the nice things and that useless piece of meat called my penis just got me into more messes with people over sex, I knew that I was better off without it. Still, I missed it already. I would miss the pleasure that it gave me. Soon, I was in the plane and flying at around 35,000 feet. I knew that soon I would be landing at Miami-Dade and I had my fake I.D. ready so that I might get a rental car. If I dressed right and made myself up properly they would think that I was 26 and would rent the car to me. Soon after landing I had to empty the catheter bag that was strapped to my leg under my baggy pants. I had to wait 10 minutes to get a stall in the men’s room. I got my roll-around suitcase from baggage check and rented the car without incident. It was getting late and I drove the car south from Miami and on out into the hot afternoon sun. Soon I was at the point where the Florida Turnpike ended. As I was going through Homestead it was almost surreal. Rebuilt houses were along side of some that were destroyed by a hurricane some years back. I soon crossed the first bridge, a drawbridge and I was on the highway to Key West. The bridges were all two lane. When I got to Key Largo the road would widened to four lanes. Then soon another bridge and two lanes again. The names seemed to come fast now. Sunset Point, Tavernier, Plantation Key, Islamorada, all the names seemed strange to me. I crossed the 7 mile bridge. Big Pine Key, Lode Key and finally Stock Island and then Key West. My crotch was throbbing now. I thought that I had overdone it. I remembered that that my two friends in Cancun had provided me with an address of their group of friends. They had explained my circumstances to them. One of them was a gay doctor and I was assured that I would get the finest medical care available on the island. I stopped at a pay phone at the Burger King on Stock Island and called them. They came and took me to their place. One of them Drove my car because I was exhausted and my bandage was starting to leak through. They treated me like a small child. I was nervous when two of them stripped me and made me lay down on the bed while they carefully tended my wound after removing my bandage. There I lay in front of strangers with my dickless crotch and a tube running into my bladder. They ignored my nudity and explained to me that I would remain nude inside their compound. I bit my tongue to keep my protests quiet. While it was embarrassing to be naked in my state in front of them it was somewhat exciting. I felt strange and I don’t quite know how to express the feelings that I felt. I felt a warm almost urgent arousal in my groin but it had no where to focus with my penis gone. My whole crotch seemed alive and warm but I felt so vulnerable. I was at the same time aroused and confused. My leftover erogenous zones were sending feelings that I had never experienced because I was totally exposed to these strangers. I had a sack with balls in it but I did not know why I had wanted them left intact. Now I understood. I would remain aroused for quite sometime. I needed to cum but there was no way to stimulate myself. There was no way to be stimulated by someone else. I wasn’t hard, there was nothing. I felt so ashamed and so aroused at being naked without a dick. I was served seafood and tossed salad. An alcoholic drink was served to me and I marveled at the way it made everything right. I lost the embarrassment of my nudity. I loved being on display for the group of grown men fully clothed. Dessert was key lime pie with whipped crème. I must have had four of the intoxicating drinks. Soon I felt myself being carried in someone’s arms and being tucked in bed like a small child. I felt secure in the knowledge that I was being well cared for. The need to cum was still there but it had eased up somewhat. The cool crisp sheets and the sea breeze opposing the ceiling fan combined with the alcohol to make a deep sleep fall across me. I felt every place in my body now that my attention was not constantly centered on my penis. It was different. It was nice. The next day I was wandering around the compound, completely nude as required with my catheter hanging from me and draining into a bag. My stitches were due to come out soon. There were several guys fondling each other. I felt that I was forever denied being on the receiving end of this type of exchange. As I watched I became aroused. I needed to cum but there was no way of being stimulated. This went on for an hour or two. When I looked down at my orifice above my sac I watched as long trails of pre-cum started hanging in strings from me running out around my tube into my bladder.. Two of the guys fondling each other noticed me two. The smaller of the two was completely shaved and had a ring through the end of his penis. They motioned me toward them and I went over to them. They pulled me down onto the mat with them and they both started gently fondling my hairless body. They lightly ran their fingers over the parts that I had left and I became very aroused but I had no way of being stimulated. The pre-cum had drenched a small circle on the mat below me. The smaller guy put his penis in my mouth and the larger guy started to push into me from behind using my own juices for a lubricant. I pushed myself against his hardness and he slipped into my rear passage. I was vulnerable, aroused and aggressive all at the same time. I needed to cum but there was no way. I reached down and pulled my catheter hoping that it would cause some type of feeling in my penisless crotch. I was panting around the guy I was servicing orally. The large organ in my rear was massaging my prostate and it felt good but not good enough. I felt the guy in my mouth climax and a swallowed as much of him as I could. I felt contractions in my bottom and as I looked down at the tube running into me I saw my seed running out from around my catheter. I was cumming without having an orgasm! The man inside of me was moaning as he popped his load into my backside. As we all lay in a pile I felt frustrated. The pressure in my crotch was relieved but I didn’t have the pleasure of an orgasm. I knew at that moment that I would need to cum for the rest of my life, but that I never would. It hit me as the tears started to well up in my eyes. I was permanently an instrument of pleasure the likes of which I could never enjoy again. I didn’t know if I was sad or happy. We lay together, the three of us, and they asked me to tell them how I lost my penis. The story went on as the sun sat and the warm ocean breezes started to take the chill out of the air. I couldn’t tell if the looks were form pity or arousal but the two of them excused themselves and went off to their room, once again erect from my story leaving me to contemplate my fate and deal with my envy of them. I still needed to cum as I retired to my room and cleaned the smell of sex from my body. I wanted to cum very, very badly. I knew now that I might ejaculate but the orgasm was now a part of my past. Soon I would head home to hide my secret. I could never be as open at home letting people who knew me see me naked without a penis. How would I hide myself in public restrooms and shower rooms? What if my friends and relatives found out about my condition? Somehow I felt that being revealed to all of the friends and worse yet the girls was just a matter of time and circumstances. I shivered with the thought… …to be continued.