I have often contemplated the possibility that the eunuch community will someday grow large enough to host a full-blown conference in a large hotel. Unfortunately that may be a few years away yet, but if we were to hold one this year it might go something like this story. The idea first came in a dream, just like in the story, but I did add many details later.
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Dream Conference Flashes of lightening sizzled outside my bedroom window while thunder boomed and rumbled in the distance. The Weather Station said two more lines of thunderstorms would be passing through our area before morning, but at the moment I felt as though I could sleep through anything. I had stayed up into the early hours of morning and drank far too many beers. Reading stories downloaded from the Eunuch Archive, I was glad I was using my laptop computer that made me independent of the flickering power lines. Otherwise I usually think the damned things are more trouble than they're worth, with their overpriced chips, drives, and other parts that aren't compatible with anything else. But tonight I took advantage of my time off line to catch up on some of my reading. At last, though, I could stay awake no longer. It was time to crash. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and I quickly entered deep REM sleep. _________________________________________________________________ Picking up my bags at the baggage carousel, I headed out of the airport and decided to call a cab rather than rent a car. I would be spending most of my time at the hotel once I arrived. This was my first trip to Philadelphia and I knew there were many wonderful historical sites to visit here, but this was not going to be a sightseeing trip. This was to be the first eunuch conference sponsored by BME and the Eunuch Archive. It would run three days, Friday through Sunday, replete with concurrent sessions, luncheon speakers, live entertainment in the evening - the works! Of course registration had been $150.00 each, non-refundable, months in advance - and that was in addition to our room and board at the conference. (Someone has to pay for these things!) It was Thursday evening and the opening session wouldn't be until Friday morning. However, the hotel had reserved a section in the lounge just for us tonight. A sign-in book and a tray of adhesive- backed name stickers had been placed at the front desk. Beside them was a small sign that discreetly read, "BME-EA Conference." Printed instructions asked us to use our Internet names when signing so other conference members would know who was here. There were about twenty names on the list ahead of me. I easily recognized about half of them. The thought of actually meeting these people whom I had only known through their posts and stories was very exciting. I couldn't believe I was really here! Signing in and filling out my name tag, I followed the signs back to the lounge where our section was reserved. About a dozen people had pulled several small tables together so they could all sit together. I noticed them all scrutinizing my name tag as I scrutinized theirs. I began shaking hands and exchanging greetings. There were many familiar names as well as several I didn't recognize. It seemed that men outnumbered women about four to one. We talked briefly about who may yet arrive and those who wouldn't be able to make it. Some people simply lived too far away for the trip to be practical. One Australian woman, however, had sent an email saying the reason she couldn't attend was that her husband was afraid he would weaken and have it done if he attended the conference. Everybody had a good laugh at that. The first drink was on the house for conference attendees and it was happy hour to boot! I could already tell this was going to be a fun-filled night! However, there were some guys at the end of the table who refused alcoholic drinks because the alcohol might interact with their pain medication. I didn't recognize any of their names from the forums. Two of these guys were Burt and Ernie (obviously not their real names) - they were holding hands. Sitting next to them was a man called Romeo and a young woman called Juliet (not their real names either) had her arm around him. Burt and Ernie were a gay couple and Romeo and Juliet were hetero. Burt, Ernie, and Romeo had all been to Dr. Specter today and had been castrated. Of course! That was the whole reason Philadelphia was chosen for the first Eunuch Archive conference. It's the only place in the United States where you can get a safe, clinical castration on demand - thanks to Dr. Specter. As people continued to arrive we created another long table from several small ones. About half the names I recognized from posts and stories and about half were new to me. There were three German guys whose names I didn't recognize - mainly because I don't read the German language posts. Suddenly I saw two beautiful women wearing tight, black leather outfits. They looked seductive and absolutely wicked! I recognized their names from posts and reflexively crossed my legs and held my hands over my crotch. I remembered a thread in the Fantasy Forum that was exceptionally cruel and gruesome. The women, however, looked just like I would have expected them to look. Later, a very debonair gentleman in a finely tailored European suit approached our group. He was carrying a trim black briefcase and his manner exuded sophistication and confidence. As he drew nearer I could read his name tag. A cheer went up from our crowd as everyone realized who he was. This man was probably the most highly acclaimed author on the Archive. Fluent in several languages, he still wouldn't tell us exactly where he was from. Someone did say, however, that he arrived on a non-stop flight from Zurich. It seems as though we had hardly begun when the bartender informed us that the hotel lounge closed at 10:00 p.m. on week nights. However, he told us there was a bar just down the street from the hotel that stayed open until 2:00 a.m. The place was called Leather Jack's and it was a gay bar. Our bartender apologized and said he hoped we wouldn't mind going to a gay/lesbian bar. We said "not a problem if they didn't mind us," then we all roared with laughter (most of us were really feeling the effects of our drinks by now). We told him that about half of our group was gay anyway. The bartender seemed surprised. He said he had never seen a mixed group of gays and straights partying it up together and having as much fun as we were. We were all laughing as we filed out of the lounge. A few members of our group decided to call it a night and return to their rooms, including the guys who had just been castrated. We left a note at the front desk telling late arrivals where we would be before heading out to Leather Jack's. There were at least twenty people in our group now and we were concerned about finding seating for so many. Arriving at Leather Jack's, our spokesman talked to the bartender and told him who we were. Ralph, the bartender/manager, had heard of the Eunuch Archive, as had a few of the other patrons. It turned out that Leather Jack's was a fairly large bar and seating us would be no problem. While a couple of the waiters shifted tables around, Ralph made a large banner with a felt tipped marker and butcher paper to hang over our area. He said this would help the stragglers find us. Instead of the discreet abbreviations used at the hotel, Ralph's banner read, "THE EUNUCH ARCHIVE BUNCH." Ralph was big burley man, at least 6' 6" tall and looked like a lumberjack. He stood flat-footed on the floor while he taped the banner to the eight-foot ceiling. The sign proved to be quite helpful as several of the patrons who had never heard of us came up and began to inquire. Four lesbian women who had been sitting together in a booth came over and started talking to our girls in black leather. They said they had never cared for men, but the concept of eunuchs fascinated them. They seemed disappointed when they discovered that most of the men in the group weren't really eunuchs. "They're not eunuchs YET," one leather girl emphasized, smiling with sadistic mischief dancing in her eyes. This elicited a round of naughty laughter from the lesbians. One of the lesbian girls made a call on her cell phone and in less than twenty minutes three more women joined them. These new arrivals were VERY inquisitive about this "eunuch thing" as they called it. We continued to get stragglers from the hotel and I heard one of them speaking with a British accent. I looked up to see a well dressed man who appeared to be in his middle thirties. When he turned around I caught a glimpse of his name tag. One of my favorite authors had just arrived on a late flight from the UK. **** The opening session started at 9:00 a. m. Friday morning. Many more people were attending the conference than were present in the lounge and at Leather Jack's the previous night. There were about 200 conference attendees altogether. Presentations would be given by historians, psychologists, physicians, sociologists, anthropologists, and others. All agreed that social taboos had prevented the eunuch movement and eunuch subculture from receiving as much attention and study as other, often less important, social phenomena. There were several East Indian presenters, including a real Hijra. In various sessions they discussed the history of eunuchs in Indian culture from ancient times until the present. A historian from a local university gave a session on eunuchs in ancient Rome and the ancient Mediterranean. Yet another historian gave a presentation on eunuchs who held positions of high office, responsibility, or authority. He cited many examples from the history of Rome, China, and The Ottoman Empire. A retired oil company executive and a retired State Department official teamed up to give a report on the practice of eunuch- making and the slave trade in the modern Middle East and North Africa. Much of what they described would be appalling to the modern Western mind if people were generally aware of what was going on. They said most people simply refuse to believe such practices exist because it makes them uncomfortable. **** We broke for lunch and our luncheon speaker was young gymnastics teacher, named Lonnie, who coached girl's gymnastics. Always the kind of guy who attracted girls like a magnet, Lonnie was quickly becoming a little too popular with his young female students. In order to save his career and marriage from ruin he had himself castrated. After long consideration and deliberation with his beautiful young wife, Sandra, he opted for complete nullification. [Lonnie's full story is too long to go into here, but has been posted on the archive as a separate story. See "Luncheon Speaker #1: The Gymnast"] **** That afternoon a medical doctor and a veterinarian gave presentations concerning the medical aspects of castration. They made it clear that they did not advocate human castrations outside a safe clinical setting. The main thrust of their presentation was to dispel myths, misconceptions, and folklore surrounding castration. No, the doctor would not be performing castrations. A doctor who performs an elective castration without a sound medical reason is putting his career at risk. Dr. Specter, who declined an invitation to speak at the conference, was the only one they knew of who regularly performed the operation on an elective basis. He is 84 years old and it is probably no coincidence that he waited until an age when most men have long since retired to become known as the castration doctor. When asked about the alleged increased longevity of eunuchs the doctor said the studies were still inconclusive. Certainly the risk of prostate cancer, hardening of the arteries, and high blood pressure are reduced. The only downside to castration is the increased likelihood of developing osteoporosis, and that can be treated with calcium in the diet, or even estrogen therapy. More importantly for our purposes, however, is that improved health may provide medically justifiable rationale for performing the operation. If our health is improved, or if we live a few years longer, that's just an added bonus. The doctor admitted that the social taboo surrounding castration has prevented much research. Researchers don't want to touch it. It's as though they're afraid it will tarnish their careers, and these fears are not altogether unfounded. There is more research material on many rare diseases than on the effects of human castration. Hopefully, this situation will change in the future. **** Friday night found us in a large reserved room on the ground floor of the hotel. Dinner, drinks, and a live band were furnished courtesy of several pharmaceutical companies who saw the growing eunuch community as a potential new market for their products. Near the complimentary wet bar were tables filled with flyers and brochures on everything from Depo-Provera to Viagra; and Androderm patches to estrogen therapy. On a small table at the opposite end of the room was a sign labeled, "FOR INFORMATION PURPOSES ONLY" followed by a smaller- print disclaimer saying that the devices described in their literature were to be used only on livestock. On the table were brochures, pamphlets, and catalogs placed by a couple of the major manufacturers of farm, ranch, and veterinary supplies. The pamphlets contained quick how-to courses on just about every castration method available to modern livestock farmers. (I was disappointed - there was nothing about girls doing it with their teeth!) I learned that while we were attending the sessions four more guys had visited Dr. Specter. He wouldn't book appointments on weekends, but several guys were going to stay and have it done the following week. This conference had definitely increased Dr. Specter's business. It had also inspired quite a few guys to go ahead and get castrated who would have otherwise kept putting it off indefinitely. The band started playing and many couples sprang onto the dance floor (at least those who didn't have to worry about pulling their new stitches). There were boy-girl, boy-boy, and girl-girl couples. Some of the lesbians we had met in Leather Jack's the previous night had joined our conference. We even took up a collection to help them pay the $200 late-registration fee. (Straight guys are such suckers. We'll pay to have more girls around even if the girls don't care for guys!) **** At the opening session Saturday morning a couple of the guys who had been recently castrated spoke. They said they were a little sore, but the pain wasn't that bad at all. In fact, they would prefer castration to having dental work done, anytime! They each admitted that there was a moment when they broke down and collapsed into the arms of their lovers and cried. Castration marks a great transition in one's life. But after that was out of their system they felt as though a great burden had been lifted from them. It seemed like such a necessary thing. "It's a little like when I graduated from high school," said Burt. "I got a lump in my throat because I would be leaving good friends, many of whom I would never see again. I even cried a little, but I had to move on. None of us could have just stayed there in high school and never grew up. That's not possible; life isn't like that. Well, being castrated feels a lot the same. When you know in your heart that it is your destiny to become a eunuch, there comes a time when you know you must leave the past behind and go forward toward your destiny." Burt's eyes were filled with tears now, and his voice was beginning to break. "Hey," said Romeo, who had been standing on the podium beside Burt, "they cry at weddings, don't they?" There were a few strained chuckles, then a round of supportive applause arose from the audience. Ernie, Burt's lover, ran up and embraced Burt, and Juliet, ran up and threw her arms around Romeo. The applause continued and became louder. Our Master of Ceremonies regained the microphone and thanked these men for their honesty and praised their courage in fulfilling the desire which had so long lain at the bottom of their hearts. I don't think there was a dry eye left in the room when our MC closed the session. In the concurrent sessions today, it was time for the psychologists and sociologists to have their turn. One session involved a discussion of transsexuals and eunuchs - the similarities and differences. Transsexuals have pretty much established their right to have sex change operations and have found a segment of the medical establishment that is willing to accommodate them. Would-be eunuchs, on the other hand, encounter difficulty in getting the medical establishment to take them seriously. Often gender reassignment clinics will talk to the prospective eunuch, but consider him a wannabe transsexual who just hasn't completely made up his mind yet. Even when a prospective eunuch can find a medically valid reason to be castrated, he can rarely - should he desire to go that far - find a doctor willing to remove his scrotum or penis. Gender reassignment surgeons use these male parts to manufacture female parts in their transgendered patients. Their reasoning is that when the eunuch finally realizes he wants to go all the way and become a woman, he will need these parts for constructing labia, a vagina, a cervix, etc. Not even Dr. Specter will remove a healthy scrotum, much less a penis. The eunuch community faces the challenge of convincing the medical establishment that becoming a eunuch is a worthy end in its own right. Until such time, far too many prospective eunuchs will seek the services of underground cutters in personal ads on the Internet or B&D magazines. Another session addressed eunuch relationships and lifestyles. Discussed were the differences in gay and straight eunuch lifestyles. Many people believe that because castration reduces a mans sex drive that his sexual preference essentially becomes a moot issue after his operation. This is not true at all. Our sexuality and sexual identity permeate our being in many subtle ways. Even a man who can no longer perform sexual intercourse, or has lost all desire to do so, remains a person with a sexual identity. A homosexual eunuch will seek the companionship of another man and a heterosexual eunuch will seek the companionship of a woman, even if they have a so-called non-sexual relationship. In addition to men who have given up their testicles, there are eunuchs (or perspective eunuchs) who desire to have their scrotums and/or penises removed. Some men desire complete nullification with their urethra rerouted behind where their scrotum used to be (this allows them to pee sitting down). You find all these desires within both heterosexual and homosexual eunuchs. To further complicate things, some eunuchs choose to take hormone therapy to restore their sexual prowess to as near pre-castration level as possible. (We are considering here those men who became eunuchs by choice, not those who were emasculated through accident or disease.) Apparently, having this chemical switch to turn off their manhood by simply withholding therapy is the turn-on for them. Other eunuchs receive no hormone therapy at all and try to become as sexless as possible. But possibly the majority of eunuchs opt to receive testosterone replacement therapy in a reduced amount, called a maintenance dose. They remain incapable of performing sexually, but retain a residual interest and awareness in things sexual. This group often enjoys adjusting their dosage so that they can range from near normal testosterone levels to zero. Commonly they place this decision in the hands of their lover so she can decide when, where, and for how long her eunuch will be a near man or a sexual zero. **** Our luncheon speaker today was a successful, middle-aged CEO, named Harvey. His wife, Denise, had castrated him over ten years ago. Harvey had a bad habit of taking his secretaries on out-of-town business trips, which degenerated, often as not, into orgies. His wife caught him and subsequently castrated him. Harvey's castration saved both his career and his marriage. Both Harvey and Denise are quite satisfied with the results and are now great proponents of castration as a normal transition in a man's life - part of the maturation process. Men who don't have it done at an appropriate age all risk their marriages and their careers. There are ample divorce statistics to support their position. [The full story of Harvey and Denise's luncheon presentation is posted on the Eunuch Archive as a separate story. See "Luncheon Speaker #2: The CEO"] **** That afternoon a presentation was given concerning a relatively new phenomenon, eunuchs and the lesbian community. The presenter was a female cultural anthropologist who studies modern underground subcultures. It seems that lesbians are just discovering eunuchs and vice versa. It is too soon to know whether this represents a growing trend, a passing fad, or perhaps something that will never involve more than a handful of individuals. Interest has been generated in the eunuch community because there is at present a great shortage of heterosexual women who are looking for a eunuch partner. Many heterosexual eunuch wannabes have put off their castrations indefinitely because the chances of finding a life partner are very slim at the moment. For some, the prospect of merging their lifestyle with a segment of the lesbian community offers hope. The anthropologist warned prospective eunuchs to be very careful before entering such a relationship. Many lesbians see this as a chance to take revenge or punish members of the male sex. It's the ultimate fantasy of some women to emasculate a man and then make his life a living hell. Unless a man is into pain and is very much a sub or a bottom, he should be wary. There is no being safe, sane, and consensual here; this is the real thing! The anthropologist said she didn't want to scare anyone off, but she felt a warning was in order. She then went on to cite several examples of eunuchs and lesbians living very amiable and happy relationships. Many lesbian couples are realizing that there is a security factor in having a eunuch in their household. Most eunuchs pass for males in public and it doesn't look like just girls living alone in an apartment or a home. "There is poetic irony in this," she said. "Eunuchs, who once guarded the harems of sultans, are now guarding lesbian households. Lesbian culture represents the very antithesis of patriarchal society!" **** That evening's entertainment was similar to the night before, with the pharmaceutical companies paying for the works. Sunday was the final day of the conference which would be officially over at noon. There would be no luncheon speaker that day. Among the final concurrent sessions were a couple of writer's workshops. Representatives from a local writers group were there as well as agents from a couple of large paperback publishers. They had just discovered the Eunuch Archive and were impressed with the sheer volume of castration literature. They said most of the stories needed a little work (as they put it), but they found them fascinating. The agents said that quite a few stories, with a little editing, might be salable in mainstream book stores. The publishing agents, whose job it is to keep their finger on the pulse of the reading public, said a well-written novel with a eunuch character, has never been a poor seller. People are fascinated by eunuchs even if they won't admit it. Eunuchs often have a low-profile niche in many romance novels. They thought many women secretly fantasized about having a eunuch partner or lover, but were afraid to go public with the thought for fear of scaring men away. The eunuch may not be the heartthrob of a teenage girl, but he finds his place in the heart of the mature woman. He is the kind of man, if he were a man, that a woman wishes her daughter would marry. He is also the kind of man that a woman wishes, all too often, she had married herself. The eunuch is the perfect gentleman, unselfish, caring, considerate, committed, loyal, and strong. That is the dream partner for more than a few women. **** I had made friends with a couple of guys I had met at the conference. They also wrote stories for the archive and we exchanged many ideas. The interest shown in the Eunuch Archive by the mainstream publishers was both encouraging and exciting. Rumors were circulating about several guys being castrated in their rooms by Burdizzo, but they couldn't be substantiated. Another rumor circulated that two guys performed mutual penectomies on each other the night before. This, in spite of an admonition from the conference organizers not to do anything that would reflect badly on our group. It seems the guys used an Elasterator on their penises and waited for the feeling to die. Then they simply chopped off the lifeless members and flushed them down the commode. Immediately calling 911, they were taken to the emergency room where the job was completed using proper medical procedures. Word was that all went well and the couple was now happily penectomized. We had more or less decided, however, that most of the guys - over half of them anyway - who attended the conference weren't even eunuch wannabes. They were just into the fantasy, nothing more. I figured, if I would just admit it, that described my feelings too. I certainly felt much more comfortable thinking that. With the conference over now, my friends and I were talking like old Army buddies out for a night on the town. Laughing and joking, we were looking forward to a night of bar hopping and carousing. We were even talking about finding a good whorehouse and getting laid! Suddenly, from out of nowhere, I heard a woman's voice call my name. It was a strong resonant voice, yet soft and disarming. "Farrell? Oh, there you are! They told me I would find you here." I was approached by a very attractive woman with long black hair that flashed just a hint of auburn when the light caught it in a certain way. She was tall for a woman, about my height. "We've been looking for you since Friday evening, but couldn't find you," she said. "I was afraid I was going to miss you, but by the will of Ishtar, here you are!" "Have we met?" I asked. This woman seemed vaguely familiar, but I knew I couldn't have possibly met anyone like her. I would certainly remember those penetrating green eyes. Her appearance was almost intimidating, yet she exuded and inner warmth and sincerity that was very disarming. "Not in person, Farrell. Just on the Internet." "Then how…?" I realized I was still wearing a name tag. I blushed and looked back at her stupidly and she laughed a laugh that was somewhere between a chuckle and a cackle. I was suddenly aware of her two female companions, both of whom also looked familiar in that same vague, strange way. I knew I couldn't possibly have met them before either. "I believe you have the advantage of me then," I said as I peeled off my name tag. "Oh, I am Mave, and my friends are Rian and Carmen" she said, gesturing as she introduced them. "Rian was a buxom redhead, only slightly shorter than Mave. Carmen was a short, very petite brunette who appeared to be Hispanic. In the back of my mind I was thinking my two buddies and I may have just found dates for the night. This looked perfect! "You do remember exchanging email a few years ago, don't you Farrell? It was 1998, I believe." It was coming back to me now. I remembered the name, Mave. Yes, it was coming back to me now. We had corresponded about… Mave let out a cackle when she saw the look in my eye. "You remember, don't you Farrell. You weren't ready, you told me. Not yet ready to become my eunuch. You even agreed that it would be such a wonderful life - so sensuous, so fulfilling. Yet you weren't ready." "Well, I… b…but…" I was taken completely by surprise and could only stammer. Out of the corner of my eye I watched my two buddies step back, putting a safe distance between themselves and the three women. "Farrell, Farrell," Mave said, in a condescending voice, "you will never be ready without a little encouragement. Am I not right? Farrell, you are ready. It is time! Stop listening to your silly male veneer and listen to your inner soul. It is time to fulfill your destiny!" Part of me told me at that moment I should run like hell. Get out of there! I should turn to my buddies and say, "This broad is crazy! Let's go down to the sports bar and have a couple of cold ones while we catch a game on the big screen." "But I didn't say that. I just stood there transfixed, looking into Mave's beguiling green eyes. "Remember what we talked about in our emails, Farrell," Mave continued. "You will move into the sacred temple complex of the Daughters of Ishtar. There you will care for the beautiful priestesses. You will bathe them and rub their beautiful sensuous bodies with oil. And as a temple eunuch you will never sleep alone, Farrell. You will share a bed with a beautiful priestess each night. It is the duty of the eunuch to keep his priestess comfortable, safe, and happy. As I told you in our emails, Farrell, you will make such a wonderful eunuch!" With all my resolve I tried to regain my composure and resist. My old male self was screaming for me to get out of there - to get away from this woman before it was too late. Yet another part of me was enraptured by the picture Mave was painting for me. "I… I was really about to check out. You know, I've got…" "Of course, Farrell. You will stay with us tonight. You can just move your bags over to our suite. "No… no… You don't understand. I… I mean I have my home and my job, and…" "Oh, Farrell. Don't worry about your home or your employment, or any such mundane trivialities," said Mave. "We will take care of everything. From now on you will live to give pleasure to us and the other priestesses, and in doing so, find your own ultimate pleasure. "You know in your heart of hearts this is the only thing that will fulfill your innermost desires - your deepest, almost unthinkable, passions. Look into your own heart, Farrell. The deceptions and false inhibitions imposed on you by the mundane world have too long stood between you and your destiny. Farrell, by this time tomorrow you will be our eunuch, but tonight you will enjoy the bounty of Ishtar!" I started to step back, but Rian and Carmen came forward, each one grabbing one of my arms. I looked around frantically, only to discover that my buddies had disappeared. I was now all alone with the three women. "This is your last night as a man." Rian whispered, in a resonant, sensuous voice that was sincere and free of malice. "By the grace of Ishtar, we will make it the most wonderful experience of your days as a male." "We tried to find you Friday night, Farrell," said Mave, as she unbuttoned the top buttons on my shirt. "We wanted to give you three wonderful nights of sex before your transformation. They would have made such pleasant memories to carry with you through life." "Yes," said Carmen, with a teasing glint in her sharp brown eyes. "I would have fucked you until your eyeballs popped out and your toes curled up! Well, maybe there is still time to do that tonight, no?" Thoughts were racing through my mind like images in a kaleidoscope. I remembered Mave's description of their temple sanctuary from her posts. I visualized the large remote estate on the coast of Oregon where the dark forest met the sea. In my head I could even hear the surf breaking on the beach. In my mind I could see myself in a hot tub with Mave, Rian, and Carmen. We were out on a large redwood deck as the sun was setting, listening to the sound of the breakers, booming, growing ever louder. The women were grabbing me in the crotch and I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I knew it was too late for me now. I was completely under their power. I would let them take my manhood without protest - it was such a small price to pay. I belonged to them now and I felt so happy. The women were making me cum and the breakers on the beach were becoming louder and louder. I was experiencing ecstasy beyond my wildest dreams! __________________________________________________________________ I was jarred awake by a large clap of thunder and the wind-blown rain was landing in sheets against my window, splashing and spraying like surf on a beach. I had awoke amidst a violent thunderstorm. Feeling something warm and gooey between my legs I felt inside my shorts. I had just had my first wet dream since I was a teenager. THE END