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.