My Eunuch
GAY, TESTICLES
A man describes the joy of making love to a eunuch.
` I love waking up next to my eunuch. My arm is draped around his smooth chest
as I hear him breathing softly. Slowly, my fingers trail down toward his
crotch, careful not to wake him. Then I smile as his limp cock is in my hand.
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It may be just my imagination, but I think his penis has gotten smaller since
he was castrated. It’s difficult to tell, because so often his cock was erect
then, rarely in a flaccid state when I was around it. Now, of course, those
erections are a thing of the past.

I gently massage the organ, knowing that no amount of stimulation will make it
stiffen. My eunuch sighs in his sleep as my finger circles the head of his
penis and touches the tip. Six months ago he’d have a raging hard-on, and
drops of clear pre-cum would have covered the glans. But not any more.

I release his penis and slowly move my fingers lower. I ever so gently trace
the thin scar that marks where his scrotum used to be. The cutter did a
fabulous job. Without looking closely, nobody would ever know this man once
had balls.

My eunuch shifts in his sleep, and is now lying on his back. I smile and look
at his body, so changed in such a short time. The hard defined muscles have
softened in his chest, arms and thighs. His nipples are larger and more
pointed. Hardly a trace of hair can be seen anywhere. Even his face seems
rounder than before.

Looking at my eunuch has made my cock swell. I pick up a condom from the
nightstand and roll it onto my dick. After using a few drops of lube to coats
it, I kneel between his legs and lift his ankles onto my shoulder.

He smiles sleepily as he sees me preparing to mount him. His anus yields
easily to the head of my cock. He closes his eyes and sighs as my cock sinks
into his soft warm rectum.

Soon I am pounding frantically, anxious to trigger my orgasm. My eunuch is
excited too, with his chest flushing red and nipples hard. Looking at his
flaccid cock lying motionless against his stomach gives me an even greater
thrill. With a moan, I spurt my cum and collapse on top of him, breathing
rapidly.

My cock softens and withdraws. He lovingly unrolls the condom and holds it
above his tongue, letting the white fluid drip out. Since he no longer can
make his own cum, he loves sharing mine. Soon the rubber is empty, and he
smilingly licks the last drops from his lips. I can taste it when he leans
over to kiss me.

Now he is holding me, his arm draped across my chest. I feel his soft penis
tucked between my butt cheeks. He traces his fingers over my hard chest and
stomach, and grasps my cock. Within seconds, it springs to life. We both sigh
as he begins stroking me to another orgasm.

  

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