I Was Straight When I Met Him, or so I Thought - Part 3

I was wide awake now and I turned to face him. We kissed as he continued to finger my ass. I held his cock and slowly pumped it. It reminded me of how I used to masturbate. I could never do that again, I would have to settle for doing it to another guy. I didn't feel regret. In a short period of time I was already beginning to think of my life before my surprise birthday present as the past. We kissed and kissed and I jerked him, he delicately probed me from the front. He was able to finger me like I used to finger my girlfriends without any cock and balls in the way. It felt right. He was getting closer and I didn't want to stain the sheets so I dived under the cover and took him into my mouth at the point of orgasm, swallowing his delicious seed. We lay together in a post-coital embrace. I was stimulated by his finger on my prostate and I enjoyed it but I also felt liberated by the lack of desire to reach orgasm at all costs. Somehow the hormones managed to keep enough of a sex drive in me to respond and enjoy but without the neccessity to have my own orgasm. I didn't feel frustrated or cheated the way I would have done in the past when I had a cock and a pair of balls. I felt that I was a far better "bottom" as a eunuch.

It was a beautiful sunny day, much like the others but I felt I had to make a step towards some kind of normality. Since my procedure I hadn't felt up to sunbathing. I got up, showered quickly and stood at the edge of the bed, legs spread, dripping water off my hairless nullified body. He looked very sexy, his hair all tousled, a little stubble. I hadn't needed to shave since the operation, I had a feeling they might have removed my beard hair permanently too. But he still had plenty. He told me he could see the sea outside between my legs, without anything dangling in the way. I told him I wanted to get to that sea and to hurry out of bed. As he got up and walked to the room I admired his thick cock, my saliva still drying on it and his heavy balls. I think I appreciated them even more now that I was bereft of any. I realised that I liked them on him but had no desire to reinstate mine as if such a thing was possible.

As he showered I found that I had a dilemma. All of my swim shorts were slim fitting, all the better to show off my ass. His were the same. Now when I tried them on, they just looked stupid. They hugged my ass allright but in front there was just this saggy cloth. It's not that I wanted to have a bulge back, just that they were too comical for words. I was standing in them when he came out, towelling off his hair. He just laughed, I wasn't too impressed.

"It's ok" he told me between giggles "I have something for you. Look, don't take this the wrong way, but you're going to have to go to the women's section for underwear and swimwear."

"What"

"Think about it, The nullified man market is a bit small at the moment, maybe in the future things will be different, but for now...... Anyway I have a few pieces for you and I tried to get the least feminine I could."

He fished in a drawer and pulled a bag out. I saw a few packs of plain cotton panties and a few bikini bottoms. The bottoms were hotpant style which at least looked better than a thong.

"Ok, try the panties on first"

I pulled them on, they actually felt really good. They were nice and snug and sensible.

"Ok, fair enough, what about swimwear"

"Try these"

I slipped the panties off and pulled on the bikini bottoms, they also fitted really snugly and at least the shape was someway unisex. One thing there was no getting away from: It was plain for anyone who looked that I was a guy without my equipment. I said as much.

"Ok, but look, you're on holiday, why not flaunt it, it is who you are now"

I agreed, but had another thought. I was happy enough to let people know here that I was a eunuch, at home with friends would be the same. In fact I was dying to be able to pull my pants down to show some people, see the reaction on their faces. But out and about, at work, at the supermarket, I didn't really think I wanted to draw people's attention to it. Again I shared this thought with him.

"Don't worry, you can get these silicon pouches, they just fit in front of or in your underpants and mimic the shape of a normal bulge, Ok?"

"Ok"

We walked down the beach and at first I felt really self conscious, thinking everyone would be looking at me. I looked around there were men and women there of all shapes and sizes. Some were nude and I noticed hairless men and women, some with piercings, nobody ashamed of their body. I got more comfortable as we walked and I think that by the time we reached our beds I was pleased to be able to show off my slender form. We got to the bed and I noticed lover slip his shorts down unleashing his cock.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, it is clothing optional, and you know how I feel about tanlines"

"Well, that's true but..."

"Why don't you strip too? It would be a shame to have a white tanline on that gorgeous buff body of yours, especially with your new look"

I felt a litle embarassed but he was right, I also hated tanlines. I braved it and slipped down my shorts. I suppose from a distance people might have thought I was a flat-chested, tall butch woman. I straddled him and applied tanning lotion, lingering lovingly on his cock. It felt great to just straddle him like that, only one set of male genitals between us. I thought of how soon I would be able to repeat that pose but continue by taking his oiled cock and putting it into my ass. He smiled up at me, caressing my chest and bare crotch with tanning lotion. I leaned forward to kiss him and his cock bounced up, slapping my ass. I felt pleased to have that effect and rolled over onto my sunbed. I lay on my back and let the sun wash over my new body.

We had a lovely day by the beach and quite a few people did a double take passing me. Of course they were all far too classy and polite to say anything but by the end of the day I was enjoying the attention. I had a feeling of being in some way unique. I mean there were probably hundreds on thousands of eunuchs, maybe millions if you think about India and my doctor certainly had plenty of experience removing male genitalia but right there on that beach, that day I was probably the only one. It felt good. I looked over at my lover's cock. I looked at in a different way now, I wanted a cock, but inside me not attached to me. The beach was fairly relaxed and seemed open-minded but I would say that a line was drawn at actual sexual contact.. Still I managed to sneak a few strokes here and there and my man had a semi-hardon for most of the afternoon.

We walked back to the hotel and I had real spring in my step. I had gone out in public and felt like I was getting back to some sort of normality after being cooped up inside. I was able to see how my life would continue as a eunuch outside of our little bubble. Letting other people see my fully castrated body was a big step for me and cemented for me my new body image. But there was something else too, something hovering at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to think, not that it nagged me but I felt so good and I wanted to figure out exactly why. Part of it might have been my thoughts of how I would let friends at home know about how I had no genitalia. But, although it made me feel good to begin the process of adjusting my real life, back home, to my transformed status it was something else. It clicked for a moment and I could swear I felt a tremor in my prostate, which I guessed would replace my destroyed testicles and penis as the centre of my subdued sexual sensation.

I realised a few things, I had had a rather active day at the beach, despite long periods soaking up the sun, I had swam, thrown frisbee, jogged a little, wrestled in the sand with my man, straddled him with my denuded crotch several times and yet I didn't feel any discomfort. I slipped a hand surreptitiously between my legs, everything was still there, or should I say, everything was still not there. The realisation dawned that the skip in my step was because subconsciously I knew that I was ready to take my lover inside my ass for the first time since he had my cock and balls cut off. It felt like it would be the beginning of our new life together. I slipped an arm around him, lightly caressing his butt and whispered in his ear.

"I think tonight could be the night"

His cock instantly tented. I was flush with gratitude at this salute. The moment we got inside I pulled his shorts off and kneeled in front of him, his back against the door. I took his hot cock, all tormented all afternoon and soothed it with my mouth. he looked down at me.

"What are you doing?"

I sucked and sucked for a bit and then took him out, jerking him as I spoke, licking his balls between words.

"I..."

"Thought..."

"You..."

"Might..."

"Need..."

"Some..."

"Relief..."

"Sir..."

His cock momentarily spasmed at the last word and I put it back in my mouth for a deep suck and then out again, licking the end as if it was an ice cream cone, again between words.

"And..." (Slurp)

"Besides..." (Slurp)

"Later..." (Slurp)

"I..." (Slurp)

"Want..." (Slurp)

"It..." (Slurp)

"To..." (Slurp)

"Last...

I took him back in my mouth and sat obediently, my hands by my side, bobbing on his cock, taking him deep in and out of my mouth, all the way out for a breath and each next word.

"And..." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

"You...." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

"Seem...." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

"Very...." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

"Close..." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

"To..." (Breathe - Inhale cock)

His body stiffened and I took him all the way down, until I was kissing his toned hairless body, his cock all the way down my throat, spasming and unleashing a day's built up spunk. I eased him almost out so that I could taste it and swallow it all

"Cumming"

I uttered with sperm scented breath, looking up into his eyes. he lifted me up and we kissed deeply.

"Shower?"

He suggested. From the way he arched his eyebrow I knew that it would be more than water that showered me and that was exactly what I wanted. I skipped into the bathroom and looked forward to the night that lay ahead