Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2010 08:02:16 -0400
From: Dawson Spear <dawson.spear@gmail.com>
Subject: Thomas Chapter 23

From Chapter 22

Hugo pulled out of Jeff and quickly leaned over taking Jeff's stump in his
mouth and taking all of Jeff's sperm.  He then bent Jeff over so that his
pussy was facing straight upward, inserted his fingers from both hands into
Jeff, spreading the lips and each hand holding his twat open.  When he had
them wide enough, he bent over and allowed the captured sperm and spit to
drip into Jeff's gaping hole.  He then put Jeff back into position, looked
deep into his eyes, and said, "You are going to need all the lubrication
you can get tonight."  Then he drove his cock back into Jeff and finished
fucking him.  When done he simply turned off the light and lay down on Jeff
leaving his cock in its warm and welcoming hole waiting for the next round.

Chapter 23

Jeff felt warm, needed and protected enveloped in Hugo's arms and pressed
into the mattress by Hugo's strong, all powerful and hairy body.  He had
spent more comfortable nights due to Hugo's weight and the fact that Hugo
would move around and being so much bigger and heavier than Jeff it woke
Jeff up.  Jeff was awakened about two hours into the night by Hugo's cock
flexing itself and rutting in Jeff's pussy.  Jeff realized that Hugo was
still asleep as he was snuffling but it was for damn sure his prick was not
asleep for it was moving around in a circle, making little in and out
motions and otherwise making itself known and felt inside Jeff's anal
cavity.  Jeff also felt "wet".  He could feel the liquid coming to the
surface and slowly making its way down the crack and onto the sheet.

One other thought crossed his mind.  He intended to follow up on having his
sack shortened.  He could feel his sack hanging down and resting on the
shaft of Hugo's penis.  It was not that he minded the feel or that it hurt
in any fashion.  There was just something that was nagging at him.  He
closed his eyes and thought hard about where he was, what was happening in
his life; in a word his was taking stock of his young life; he was at a
cross roads and he needed some serious thinking time.  So he relaxed secure
in his blanket of Hugo's physical envelopment, closed his eyes and started
a mental debate.

First he reviewed the confrontation with his father.  He regretted the
confrontation; he regretted the severance of his family bonds; he did not
think that his mother felt the same way his father felt, and the more he
thought about it the more sure he became that she did not want the
severance.  He realized that his father most probably would calm down as
time went by; he was not a bad person, had not been a bad father, and in
fact his friends had always envied him his relationship with his family in
general, his father, but most especially his sister.  His father had always
been a "mans man" whatever that meant.  Jeff had always been raised to
think for himself, to stand up for himself and to be independent.  Now that
he thought about it he had always thought of his father as being tall and
strong, but upon reflection his dad was only about 5'8" and had a medium
build.  The chances were that Jeff would never be any taller or bigger, and
their coloring was about the same as well.  Jeff's sister who was older
could be mistaken for his twin.  So Jeff realized that he was never going
to be some 6 foot massive guy, but by the same token he certainly was not
some push over either.

Jeff had always heard that a child's hair passed down from his mother's
father and if that were the case then it certainly held true as both he and
his sister were strawberry blonds with curly hair.  He felt that he would
end up as a fairly hairy guy, especially his legs and arms as they had
filled out since school started.  He and Hugo had discussed his body hair
and both had been surprised by the rapid growth.  It appeared obvious to
both of them that Jeff would end up with more body hair than even Hugo had.
Jeff wondered if Dr. Campbell's comments about his never having hair under
his arms and around his privates due to the trauma would hold true for the
rest of his body as well.  If in fact his development through puberty had
been stopped would he grown any taller?  Growing taller really did not
matter to him all that much; but body hair was another matter.  He had
always wanted body hair, that is on his legs, around his cock, under his
arms and on his chest.  It did not matter to him if it was blond and
therefore did not make as much of a statement as say Hugo's body hair; in
fact he was rather pleased that it was blond as blond body hair was more
unusual.

Now that he thought about the situation he realized that one of the reasons
that he wanted body hair was because it was manly; it was something that he
thought that the "girls" would think was virile; something that might get
him laid more easily.  Wow!! Where had that thought come from.  Now that he
was giving it some thought he realized that he had never considered the
possibility that he was anything but straight, would experiment and have
some fun, grow out of it and then find the right gal, marry and have a
family.  If that were the case was what he had been doing with Hugo just
experimenting?  He was pretty sure that he was passed the experiment stage
and he thought that Hugo was as well.

At that moment Hugo's cock decided to exert itself snapping him out of his
trance; it also apparently woke Hugo as well.  Hugo did not realize that
Jeff was awake because he slowly started fucking Jeff's well used cunt.
Hugo's hips started pulling the cock out just a little and then sending it
back, slowly ever so slowly.  His hips built up a head of steam and the
cock started increasing the distance each time until Jeff could feel the
flange catch on the lips of his cunt.  Once arrested the cock started its
downward journey straightening the loops, curls and kinks in his colon.
Jeff was pretty sure that the first 12 or so inches up his chute were
straight and certainly not narrow; with the Prince Albert leading the
charge and followed closely by the enlarged purple-headed cock.  In Jeff's
mind he could see the head and he remembered what it looked like just
before the hot white protein shot out of it; he could see in his mind how
the hole opened slightly, then bulged as the pressure of the ejaculate
built up and then arched up into the air.  At that point Jeff's mind went
into neutral as if he had said to it, "hold that thought 'til I get back."
His body took over as his legs spread ever wider, bent open at the hip, his
knees bent up and encircled Hugo's butt, his legs crossed behind Hugo and
his hips started responding rising up off the pillow that now always was
under him when he was in the bed to meet Hugo's downward plunge.

Hugo's mouth was wide open, gaping like a fish as he gulped air to feed his
breeding frenzy; his tongue came out and consumed Jeff's lips, ears, eyes
neck and face.  Somewhere in the back of Jeff's brain he acknowledged that
he would be covered in hickies come tomorrow.  Jeff did not care; he was
into the moment; he needed the fucking he was receiving; he worked his anal
muscles, he clawed Hugo's back, he grunted with effort as he thrust himself
upwards to assist Hugo, doing everything to be bred to the stallion between
his legs.  Never did a female need to be bred anymore than Jeff needed it
at that point; never had a girl ever need to give herself to a young male
as much as Jeff gave himself to Hugo at that moment in time; never did any
woman do any more physically to be slathered in male jisim; he remembered
that he had looked up the meaning of the word earlier that day when it had
been used by Hugo.  When he had typed it into Google it came back that it
was warm cum/sperm that oozes out of the head of a cock.  Well unless he
was mistaken jisim never oozed out of Hugo's cock; shot yes, ejaculated
with force yes, but ooze; never.

Then Jeff stopped thinking; now he was only concerned with the Prince
Albert and the cockhead working his prostate to bring him to conclusion; to
make his climax complete; to feel the ache in his balls as they emptied
themselves; it was as if his body worked his nuts worked over time to make
live sperm; they would sacrifice themselves for just one little tailed
thing to swim out of the end of his stump but no avail.  The dead sperms
certainly did not negatively impact his feelings, his urges, his need to
empty his inventory of cum.  Hugo had changed his stroke, somehow knowing
that at this point the course taken by his cock would have no impact on his
nut but that for Jeff's climax, he needed for his dick to make short
stabbing strokes starting with about half of the cock in Jeff and the
rough, hard and forceful insertion of about another quarter so that the
head and its ring would pass over the gland and then pull back; any thing
more was great but wasted effort.  The strokes sped up, created more
friction and heated up both the point of contact, that is the lips of Jeff
cunt, the shaft of Hugo's penis and the body fluids that had accumulated.
The smell became strong; the grunts, moans and expended noises louder and
then the curtain descended; every thing went black, then bombs burst,
flares exploded and Hugo's cock once again flooded Jeff with his white
gold.  What was left of Jeff's cock likewise emptied itself of Jeff's
jisim; now Jeff did in fact have jisim as sperm no longer shot out of the
end; there was no ejaculation; the sperm merely oozed from the end of the
stump, dripping down onto his hairless pubic area, then running down on
both sides in the creases that separated his thighs from his nuts, until it
reached the anal area where it merged with the fluids that now all but
gushed out of Jeff's ravaged pussy.

Both boys expelled the air in their lungs and rested for a moment, before
Hugo flexed his mighty cock and rolled over, pulling Jeff on top and his
head down for a long, wet and completely consuming kiss.  Hugo sighed with
contentment and pulled Jeff's head down onto his chest, said "I love you"
and went back to sleep.

Jeff lay there sleep still not coming.  He certainly was sexually
satisfied; his nuts were empty but he could imagine them working another
shift making more jisim.  He doubted that his nuts ever made more sperm in
the sense that Hugo's nuts made sperm, or for that matter the way, his own
nuts had made sperm just several weeks before.  Jeff remembered back to the
way that sperm use to shoot out of the end of his cock; he could remember
when if he teased himself up to the point of cumming and then slacking off
several times that the cum had even hit him on his face and into his hair;
but no more.  Now it just flowed.  The other thing was that if anything the
intense feeling that he got now was greater than it had been before the
accident; now when he was done his balls ached; it was a good ach, but an
ach never the less.

So Jeff sighed and picked up his train of thought.  Where was he when Hugo
had initiated the last sexual union?  Oh yes, "Now that he was giving it
some thought he realized that he had never considered the possibility that
he was anything but straight, would experiment and have some fun, grow out
of it and then find the right gal, marry and have a family.  If that were
the case was what he had been doing with Hugo just experimenting?  He was
pretty sure that he was passed the experiment stage and he thought that
Hugo was as well."

So if he had thought of himself as being straight what had he allowed to
have happen to him?  First, he was convinced that he was simply
experimenting around with Hugo.  No harm was done, and in fact he had
learned a great deal about self control but also about pleasing his
partner.  He might have had bi-sexual tendencies but not more than that.
In fact he doubted that he would have ever gone as far as he had gone with
anyone other than Hugo.  At that moment Jeff realized that he now was
dividing his life into two sections: one before the incident and the other
after the incident.  It really was not an incident but an attack.
Sometimes he referred to it as an accident, but it was not; it was a
deliberate manifestation of prejudice, evil, hatred, intolerance and
bigotry.

So he came to the conclusion that he was merely a teenage boy experimenting
with a good friend; but what about since the incident?

There was no question but that there had been some major changes and he did
not mean just physically; but, the physical set the stage.  While Jeff was
only just 14 and he did not appreciate the ability of his mind to catalogue
the situation that confronted him.  He took inventory of the facts
surrounding his life as he found it now:

he was a freak; he had no cock to speak of and what he had was frankly
worse than useless; he could not attain any type of penetration for several
reasons; first it simply was not long enough to gain access to the vagina;
second what was left could not become stiff enough to gain access even if
it had been long enough; it had come as a shock to Jeff that the stub
really never got hard any more; what good was a cock of any length that
could not get hard; third, his ejaculation no longer came out with
sufficient force to do anything but dribble out of the end.  he could not
climax by the manipulation of his cock; in other words his cock was not
long enough to beat off; it was now so short your hand/fingers could not
gain sufficient hold to create the friction necessary to bring about
ejaculation and it was so short that he could not accomplish the feat by
normal in and out motion; there really was not enough to even be given a
blow job; the only useful purpose was to piss out of and then that was a
problem because it was so short that it simply stuck out straight, meaning
that he could not point it.  the damn thing was ugly to look at and the
plastic surgeon had told him that there was not sufficient "material" to
work with to do anything cosmetically; it hurt; when bumbed or rubbed and
it hurt unless it was wrapped in gauze and even then it was sore; Hugo had
offered to fuck him from the back or side or to even let Jeff be on top;
but, Jeff for whatever reason liked being consumed by Hugo which meant that
Hugo was the "top" literally as well as figuratively.  And to be perfectly
honest something inside him had changed.  He no longer "felt" the same; he
really could not put his finger on it or adequately explain it even to
himself, but he no longer had the desire to be the man; even before the
incident when he was being fucked by Hugo or being made to be sexually
subservient to Hugo, when Hugo would ejaculate over his face at the
conclusion of a blow job Jeff always thought of himself as a man/boy being
dominated by Hugo; now it was different; now he saw himself as a pussy;
still being dominated by Hugo but now because Hugo had a cock that was a
driving force; because Hugo's sperm was alive; just because Hugo's cock had
always been longer, bigger around and with a bigger helmet did not cause
the feeling; now it was different because Hugo had a cock and Jeff did not;
as a result Jeff was no longer a man; he could no longer do what a man was
expected to do.  Before the incident Jeff had found it sexually exciting to
be dominated by Hugo as an adjunct to learning to be a man; it was like he
and Hugo were learning how to fuck by experimenting with each other before
going on to girls; he figured and Hugo confirmed that a guy's asshole was
more than an adequate substitute for a girl's pussy and Hugo was in a
position to know; Jeff also had come to the conclusion that a guy's mouth
certainly could be substituted for a girl's mouth when it came to a blow
job; it also made sense that he was able to better appreciate a blow job
because he knew what it took to give one; now is was different; now without
a cock, without sperm that could impregnate, without hair under his arms,
without his continuing to go through puberty he was now here to be a vessel
for Hugo; now he was a receptacle; now he was here not to learn by serving,
but existed to serve.  Jeff on reflection was now comfortable with the
realization that he had been a perfectly normal teenager straight or at
most slightly bi-sexual until the incident.  Now he was dependent upon a
man for sexual gratification; now it took a man to fuck him for him to
orgasm; no longer could he receive a blow job, now when someone performed
oral sex on him it was his pussy that they ate; when someone masturbated
him off they had to insert their fingers into his pussy to get him to
climax; the purpose of a man on earth is to re-create and he could not do
so even if he wanted to and he now realized that in his acceptance of his
physical limitations he no longer wanted to impregnate he wanted to be
impregnated.

Having accomplished that thought process he drifted off to sleep with his
head lying contently on Hugo's chest comfortable with his thought process.

Several hours passed and Jeff woke slowly becoming aware that Hugo was
still asleep and it felt as if his cock was still asleep as well.  Jeff
could tell that the cock was still deep inside him, it just was not totally
stiff and it was not moving or flexing.  So what had awakened him?  He felt
needy; there was an itch in his cunt.  Where had that thought process come
from?  While he occasionally used the term, he mainly thought of it as his
asshole or his pussy if speaking about it; very seldom did he refer to it
as a cunt; Hugo did but not him.  He thought about his feelings.  He was
pleased with his earlier look into his sexuality up to the time of the
incident.  As he thought back over his thought process of several hours
before he had no real disagreement with any of his feelings or the
conclusions that he had come to.  So what had awakened him?  What did he
feel anxious about?  Why did he or what did he feel the need for; what did
he want?

He lay there and let his mind wander.  Again he was comfortable with the
realization that he had been a perfectly normal teenager straight or at
most slightly bi-sexual until the incident.  He agreed that the incident
changed everything, but how could it change his thought process, his needs,
his psych so instantly, so completely so fundamentally?  He decided to
repeat the earlier process this time however addressing the issues from a
post incident point of view.  So what were some of the things that had
changed, how had they changed and what did he want to do about the changes
if anything?  Well,

there was no question that he no longer had a cock, would never have a cock
and could not do the things that a man could only do with a cock; but how
had not having a cock changed his feelings or better yet his needs?  he
recognized that he still had the raging hormones of a sexually active 14
year old but now could no longer gain relief in a orgasm achieved in the
same manner; so for him to get his nut now he needed the assistance of
someone; he had tried over the past several weeks to insert his fingers
into himself so as to milk his prostate; those efforts were a dismissal
failure; it did absolutely nothing for him and in fact was a turn off; he
had tried to beat off and it was a result of those efforts that he had
become aware of the short comings of his post incident cock; he had even
hunted around the school and their room for a substitute dildo and had
found a substitute that was adequate in length and girth, but the effect on
his prostate was only slightly better than his fingers; he had come to the
conclusion that he had to have the assistance of someone, there was simply
no substitute; realizing that he was fast approaching a boundary that
divided gay from an experimenting straight boy he thought long and hard and
then had simply accepted the fact that he had a problem he could not solve;
he had certainly become accustomed to talking to Hugo about anything; there
were no bounds that kept him from discussing any topic; so when he had
first started having these thoughts, he decided that he would just let
himself act on autopilot and do what came naturally; he and Hugo had been
studying in their room and he knew that Hugo was just about done with his
work and that he Jeff had finished all of his; he had waited several more
minutes and then gone over to Hugo's bed where he lay reading in a pair of
gym shorts; it was obvious that Hugo was not wearing any underwear and that
after his afternoon sports activity had come back to the room, showered,
put on the shorts with no underwear, socks or shirt and had simply lay down
on his bed to do some reading; Hugo was lying on his back, his cock lying
on his thigh the head just inside the hem of the shorts; Jeff knelt down
and put his head on Hugo's hairy thigh and took a deep breath; he then
slowly moved his head towards the leg opening, sticking out his tongue
until he lapped at the head, allowing it to grow into his mouth and then
sucking all of the cheese and other goodies from his prize; Hugo put his
book down and looked at Jeff and said, "Are you having a good time?"

Jeff replied, "Not really."

Hugo realized something was wrong and took Jeff into his arms, holding him
tight, with his head beside Jeff's so that his mouth was right at Jeff's
ear.  "What's wrong baby?  What do you need Daddy to do?"

While neither boy expressed it, they both were surprised by the tone that
Jeff had used which was that of a young boy or the tone or words used by
Hugo which were cooing words said as if to a girl in need.  Hugo's hand
stroked Jeff's head and he patted him and loved him, holding him to his
breast.  Jeff was on the verge of crying as a result of his emotional
needs, his physical needs and his over whelming need to be held and loved.
What came out of his mouth and the fact that as he started to speak he
started to cry shocked both him and Hugo to their core.  "I need you to
make love to me.  I need you to take me and make me yours.  I need you to
breed me; I need you to scratch the itch that I have in my cunt"

Hugo had immediately without further talk literally ripped the clothing off
of Jeff and Jeff had removed Hugo's shorts.  Hugo had then laid Jeff on the
bed and taken almost an hour to make love to Jeff.  He had orally
stimulated Jeff until he was a quivering mass of horny flesh.  He had
licked, sucked, felt and played with Jeff's stump and his scrotum.  He had
fingered Jeff, playing with his prostate until finally Jeff said "please,
Hugo please put it in me and breed me", whereupon Hugo had done just that.
Jeff had experienced a climax unlike any he had ever even dreamed about;
cum ran out of his stump; it simply never stopped; there was no question
but that it was the longest orgasm that Jeff had ever experienced and
frankly it was the most complete.  He was completely satisfied sexually and
mentally; but Hugo was not; Jeff had set off a need in Hugo that even one
large ejaculation could not fulfill.  He allowed his cock to remain in Jeff
when he was finished and then slowly he started again.  This time he fucked
for Hugo's need; he had Jeff on his side and he entered him from the back;
he put Jeff on his knees and fucked him like a dog; Hugo did not like this
position as much because every time he pulled his cock out some of the
liquids in Jeff's anal passage ran down Jeff's scrotum and then dripped on
the bed; he lay flat on the bed and made Jeff fuck himself and the he had
finally cum again.  This time when he was finished he pulled his cock out
but then quickly rammed it home again to stop the flow of cum and slime
that ran out of Jeff's pussy.  The look of the pussy was something else
again; the lips were all swollen, red and puffy; the protruded out and
glistened with the wetness of Hugo's cum.

Looking back now several weeks later, Jeff admitted to himself that was the
turning point; it was that experience that was what Jeff would now admit to
himself and to Hugo and frankly had been the source of his strength when
having the confrontation with his father, that made him gay, queer, a dick
licker, one who liked to have his fudge packed, a homo, a fag, a queen, a
bottom, and a lover of cock; at that point in time as if someone had
flipped as switch he had switched from straight to gay.  Now instead of
wanting to be hairy he wanted to be smooth; instead of wanting to learn to
fuck he wanted to learn to satisfy his man; he now looked on Hugo with
propriety; Hugo was his and he was not sharing him, and more to the point
he was Hugo's.  He remembered back to the conversation when one of his
classmates had said to him that if Hugo had wanted his arm cut off that he
would have cut it off, and now he wondered if Hugo would be more pleased if
Jeff simply had the doctor take it all off and to make him totally smooth;
was he willing to be castrated if that is what Hugo wanted?  He lay there
with Hugo deep inside him and acknowledged that Hugo could do what he
wanted; he completely and totally surrendered himself and his body to Hugo;
in a completely different way he accepted his place as a bottom to Hugo's
top; he no longer was a boy learning to be a man; he was now a male who
belonged to and was totally controlled by his man; he no longer had the
rights and privileges of manhood; he place was now to satisfy his man, in
whatever means or methods his man wanted to use.  As Jeff lay there he
wondered back on what his father had said about his and Hugo's ages.  What
would happen if Hugo rejected him?  He thought about that and then decided
that if that happened he doubted that he could ever love another man as he
loved Hugo; there was no way that he could allow another man to dominate
him, to control him, to consume him, to allow another man to stick his cock
in him and breed him; there would never be another whose sperm he
gratefully consumed.

Jeff realized that Hugo had awakened and he pulled back and looked down
into Hugo's eyes.  Hugo realized that Jeff had been somewhere else,
thinking.  Hugo put his hands on Jeff's head and patted and stroked him
slowly and lovingly; after a short while he said, "where have you been?"

`Thinking"

"About"

"Us"

"What about us"

Jeff sat up and looked down at Hugo, smiled and said, "I have been talking
to myself about me, and my sexual self."

"Did that conversation include me?"

"Yes it did and we need to talk.  Do you remember the afternoon when I told
you that I needed you to make love to me, to make me yours, to breed me?
Well that was a turning point for me.  From that point on I don't look on
myself as a man or a male any longer.  I am who I am and there is not very
much I can do about it"

Hugo looked up at what had used to be a boy and that was now a man in
everyway but equipment and emotional need and said, "I love you.  I love
Jeff.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy,
filling your every need.  It makes no difference to me if you are man or
woman.  Yes, I like to fuck; in fact, I need to fuck.  I need to be a man
and have to have the control of a man, but all of those things come after
my love and dependence on you.  I pledge to you that I will love you
forever."

Jeff smiled down at him and feeling warm and fuzzy said, "Are we going to
talk all day or are you going to carry out your husbandly duties?  I need
to be laid.  You still have not gotten me pregnant yet.  So let's try
again."  When done they laid back to go to sleep.