Chapter 9: Whole Again

Chapter 9: Whole Again

I didn’t think it was possible but after I got my foreskin back our sex-life got even more intense. I could do more, and Ben was always finding and pushing new limits. But even more than that, having my foreskin back was freeing. Weeks ago, Ben had to go away for two days on a work matter. Those days were absolute ****. I had to accept the fact that I couldn’t get off on my own, masturbation was effectively off limits without weeks of desperation and mind-clouding levels of lust. Those two days of desperation really drove home just how dependent I was on Ben for my own sexual gratification. In some ways it was almost arousing, but far more it was humiliating and devastating to know that such an intimate part of myself was completely reliant on someone else. Even if that someone else was my best friend and the man I loved.

Now that I had a foreskin again, all of that had changed. Sliding my foreskin back and forth over what was left of my cock allowed me to get off. It wasn’t the overwhelming sensation of direct stimulation to my cockhead, instead it was just enough to get me to orgasm. Not that I had many occasions to jerk off anymore, Ben kept me more than satisfied in the bedroom, on average we fucked more than once a day. Really the thing that made the most difference was just knowing that I could, that masturbation was an option for me again and that I wasn’t wholly dependent on Ben. It was a small thing but it brought me much closer to being normal and a regular guy again, mentally it may have been the most significant thing to happen to me since the cave. It made me feel whole again.

The other significant change to my life was my new sexuality. I had to admit that like Ben I was now bisexual. The difference between us was that Ben still had something to offer a woman, while I didn’t. Ben may have eventually convinced me that there were gay guys who went for people who looked like me, the same couldn’t be said for women. Even if I could convince a woman to come home with me looking like this, it’s not like the organ between my legs could play any major role in pleasuring her.

Ben wouldn’t let my sour opinion of myself get in the way of our love-life. He was determined to show me that I was just as attractive as I knew him to be. That and after talking about it we both agreed it would be sexy to include others in our lovemaking. As it turns out Ben was right, the between the two of us we could satisfy the fantasy of almost any guy out there. Once it was known that the muscular hunk who looked like he was sculpted out of marble and his gorgeous little twink boyfriend were looking for a threesome, we basically had our pick of guys out there willing to join us. We didn’t bring someone home all the time, but it became a regular part of our sex-life.

As time went on we started to get somewhat of a reputation for ourselves. A reputation that wasn’t confined to the gay clubs. It all started with one of Ben’s regular fuck buddies from before we started dating. She had been missing Ben’s thick organ and she thought I was hot too. I guess my opinion of myself from the perspective of the fairer sex was at least a little skewed. She got in contact with us and things progressed from there, basically opening the floodgates. Men, women, whole orgies of people, Ben and I fucked them all. The only constant was the two of us, no matter what else happened we were always together.

One thing I learned through it all, Ben was right, his gargantuan cock wasn’t always the blessing I imagined it was. More than a few women and men simply couldn’t take it. Most were eager to try, which was to our benefit, but when the pants came off and it was time to get down to it it didn’t matter how much lube or effort we used, Ben’s cock just wasn’t going to fit. We always made the best of the situation. With men who felt like topping my ass was always accommodating, and occasionally Ben felt like taking some dick. When I was on the bottom we usually saved that for the end of the evening’s activities. Even after all of this time I still hadn’t found a guy other than Ben who could go more than a dozen thrusts without painting my insides in ecstasy. With women, and men who preferred to bottom, we frequently ended up breaking out the replica of my old cock. I’d wear it with our strap-on harness and fuck them while Ben buried his cock in my ass simultaneously.

In all situations the thing I’d learned from having a cock that was next to useless, was that sex was a lot more than just inserting a cock in an orifice. My cocklet was way too small for any kind of normal intercourse, but we never let that stop us. Some of the most memorable encounters for Ben and I didn’t involve conventional fucking. The things we could do with mouths alone were enough to get me hard by just the memory. One of the things I’d been missing the most in my sex-life with Ben was getting to eat pussy. Well, I can definitely say our expanded sex-life gave me plenty of opportunities for that. I’m not ashamed to say that within certain circles the things I could do with my tongue is the stuff of legends.

All that being said, we were no slouches when it came to more conventional intercourse either. The first time we double fucked a guy we were afraid we’d killed him. With a lot of effort we impaled him on Ben’s cock before I climbed on and took his cock in my ass. With all three of us thrusting and gyrating in unison it was only moments before the guy came violently, thrashing and screaming in pleasure. Once Ben and I pulled out and off, we found our bedmate for the evening ****. At first we were concerned, but he woke up before we’d called 911. Apparently, he’d blacked out from the pleasure. As it turns out it was a rather typical response when Ben and I fucked someone simultaneously. Just another aspect to add to our legend.

Eventually we branched out and created a rather popular social media presence. It allowed us to share our sexual exploits, intimate moments between just the two of us and encounters involving other people, with others on the internet. Before long we had millions of followers eagerly awaiting every new video we posted. We didn’t do it for the money, we didn’t need it. We did it all because we enjoyed it. That and it was an excellent place to find new people willing to join us for a sexual adventure.

All in all it led to an incredibly satisfying sex-life. I can’t say it was the life I ever planned for myself, but I was happy. Everyone says they want to spend their life with their best friend, well I can say unequivocally that I get to. I proposed to Ben and he said yes, we’re getting married next year. We’ve planned the ceremony for soon after they award me my doctorate. I finally finished and defended my thesis. With some careful omissions surrounding the more supernatural aspects of the Ixlutani, I was able to write the definitive work on their culture and language.

I still miss my original cock every day, but I could do worse than being a micro-dicked bisexual twink pornstar with a PhD, who gets to marry his best friend. Not the life I would have chosen for myself, but it is a happy one.