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Terri Lynn III - The Eunuch Roommate
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Terri Lynn III - The Eunuch Roommate Poor Melvin. He tried living in the dorm when he started his freshman year at West Central college. He lasted less than s month. As soon as the other boys found out he had been castrated it was nothing but hell for him. He could never lead the life of a normal boy because he really wasn’t a boy after all. This little story stands alone, but to get the full background read "Terri Lynn’s Story" and "Terri Lynn Home From College - Summer Job". (By Terri Lynn as told to Farrell Squire) Three weeks into the new fall semester, me and my four roommates, Sharon, Nedra, Doris, and Melanie had pretty much settled down into the routine of our schedule. It was after 10:00 p.m. Tuesday night and we all had Wednesday morning classes. We were just getting ready for bed when the phone rang. "Sharon? It’s for you," Doris called, looking around the room for Sharon. "It’s your brother, Melvin. He sounds upset." Sharon hurriedly emerged from the bedroom, her nylon negligee left unbuttoned. "Thanks, Doris, I got it," she said, grabbing the receiver. We could tell something was wrong. Sharon kept saying consoling words and telling Melvin it was going to be all right. We didn’t feel as though we were eavesdropping. We were very close friends and we were all waiting to see if there was anything we could do to help. Sharon covered the mouth piece of the phone with her hand. "Say you guys, would it be okay if Mel spent the night here tonight? He’s got a real problem. He can’t stay in the dorm tonight." Of course none of us minded Mel sleeping over. Sharon’s question was more out of courtesy than anything else. We all voiced our assent in a simultaneous chorus. "Okay, kiddo, don’t worry. I’ll be right over to pick you up." After hanging up the receiver, Sharon turned to me. "Terri Lynn, will you come with me?" "Sure," I replied. "Hey, we can all go!" Doris offered. "No, I think maybe just me and Terri Lynn will be enough," Sharon said. "He considers Terri Lynn to be family. He’s pretty upset - and feeling a little embarrassed. He’s over at Campus Security. You guys can talk to him when we get back." "What on earth is wrong?" Nedra asked. "Melvin’s been raped," Sharon answered, flatly. "It happened in the shower at the dorm." The other girls, including myself, all gasped in disbelief. "Well bless his heart!" Melanie exclaimed. "They should have let him live with us in the first place!" The girls all knew about Melvin - well, the part about him having no balls anyway. In that spring of 1971 he was still a senior in high school and had just turned eighteen. He had to go take his induction physical for the draft and that’s when they found out he didn’t have any balls. Of course that meant an instant 4-F classification for Melvin. I rather suspected there might be problems when he entered college that fall. But the school had a rule that all freshmen had to live in the dorm unless they lived at home with a parent. Sharon, myself, and the other girls were all juniors this year and we had pitched in and rented a house off campus. (I can’t believe how inexpensive housing was in those days!) It was an older house, but adequate. We had planned for Melvin to move in anyway when he became a sophomore. Melvin was sniveling and sobbing when we picked him up at Campus Security. It seems that two boys who had been out drinking had caught Melvin in the shower as he was getting ready for bed. One of the boys had penetrated him when Melvin’s two roommates Jerry and Rodney came in and started pulling the boys off him. Then several other boys showed up and wanted in on the action and a big fight broke out. About that time the adult dorm assistants and a couple of uniformed security guards arrived and broke it up. We arrived back at the house with Melvin wearing only a blanket. One of his roommates had pitched it to him after security broke up the fight. In those days, in that little college town of 20,000, there was no possibility of buying clothes late at night. Even the new discount store closed at 9:00 p.m. So Melvin just stood there in our living room, draped in his blanket, trembling and breathing nervously. At least he had stopped crying. For a few awkward seconds Melvin and the girls just stood there staring at each other. They had met a few times, briefly, but hadn’t got to know each other real well. Finally, Melanie broke the silence, running up and hugging Melvin. She was wearing bikini panties and no bra. Her nightie top was open and she cradled Melvin’s slender frame against her soft voluptuous breasts. "Bless your heart, Melvin! They didn’t even let you bring any clothes." "N… no, there wasn’t time," he stammered, weakly. "Security said they would go back with me tomorrow to get my stuff. But I don’t know what I’ll wear." "Say, I’ve got some sweats that’ll probably fit you," Doris volunteered. "Don’t worry; they’re unisex." "Well, Mel’s kind of unisex himself," Sharon said, smiling as she looked at her brother. Melvin blushed, looking slightly wounded. "Awww, Sharon, that was cruel!" Melanie protested, pulling Melvin even more firmly against her soft velvet breasts. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound cruel. It’s just that I’m so used to Melvin being that way by now I just think nothing of it." About that time Doris returned with her sweats. "Here, let’s see if these fit." Melanie stepped back, releasing Melvin and Doris tugged at his blanket. Melvin hesitated and looked apprehensively at Sharon and then at me. "Well, I guess you can go into the bedroom to change if you want," Sharon giggled. "But he doesn’t have to!" Doris affirmed, refusing to relinquish her grip on Mel’s blanket. Doris wanted to see. Melanie and Nedra wanted to see. There was an uneasy pause, then Melanie looked pleadingly at Melvin with her soft brown eyes. "Please, Melvin. I’d like to see," she said, gently. "That is, if you really don’t mind." Melvin looked back at her hesitantly. But I could tell he wanted to show her and the other girls. He wanted them to see, and know, as badly as they wanted to see. Of course Sharon and I knew exactly what to expect. We, along with my younger sister, Penny, had closely monitored Melvin’s progress since the day we castrated him with the Burdizzo. "It’s okay," Sharon said, softly. "We’re all family here." Melvin relaxed, smiled sheepishly, and allowed Doris to gently pull his blanket away. The girls all stared at his crotch, transfixed. His scrotum was just a little wrinkled ball, no larger than a walnut. His tiny, atrophied penis was about the diameter of a cigarette and hardly longer than the filter tip. His miniature genitals were almost surreal. Reflexively, Melanie reached out her hand to touch, then hesitated. "It’s okay," Melvin assured her. "You can feel." Melanie played her fingers over Melvin’s tiny package, gingerly at first, then she explored a little more aggressively. She gripped his little penis between her thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging gently. Then she grasped his walnut-sized scrotum, kneading and squeezing it. "It’s empty!" Melanie gasped, looking up at Sharon rather than Melvin. "Of course," Sharon replied. "His little testicles just dried up and were absorbed by his body. The doctor said it must have been the mumps or something." "Oh, Sharon, he is so precious!" Melanie exclaimed, still delicately and lovingly fondling Melvin’s diminutive genitals. "I gotta feel," Doris said, dropping the blanket and extending her hand. Melanie withdrew her own hand and looked on in fascination as Doris proceeded with the fondling and kneading. Wearing nothing but panties and T-shirt, Doris rubbed her creamy, naked thigh against Melvin’s as she fondled him. "Don’t you ever get, …you know, … hard?" "N… no," he stammered, sheepishly, managing a weak smile. "Not for about two years now." "Do you miss it?" Doris asked. "No… well, sort of, sometimes. But I think it was for the best though. It’s better this way than before." "What’s so much better about not having balls?" she continued. "Well, I don’t know. I can be around girls and they don’t have to worry. It makes me feel warmer and closer. Like right now I don’t feel naughty, I just feel warm and cuddly." "And warm and cuddly is a lot better than naughty, isn’t it Mel?" I asked. Melvin never answered, but just smiled and looked at me affectionately. Doris gave Melvin a big wet kiss on the lips. "You’re a sweetheart, Melvin!" she exclaimed. Stepping back, Doris retrieved the bundle of sweats from the chair where she had lain them. Melvin looked toward Nedra in anticipation. "You haven’t felt yet, Nedra." His tone sounded like he would be disappointed if she didn’t. "Well, I didn’t want to wear you out," Nedra giggled. "But if you don’t mind I must admit I’m curious." Nedra placed one arm affectionately over Melvin’s shoulders and nested his naked legs between her own bare thighs. Her sinuous six-foot frame towered over Melvin’s slight figure. With her free hand, Nedra tickled her way down to his crotch, teasing his nipples, navel and tummy as she went. Melvin giggled and twitched with lighthearted delight, then became silent as her playful hand found the tiny remnants of his neutered manhood. "Oooh! You are a special little boy, Melvin. I don’t normally like boys. I’ll bet you didn’t know that, did you Melvin?" Melvin mumbled something that sounded like "no." "But I like you, Melvin. You’re so different and special. And you do feel warm and cuddly!" Nedra looked over her shoulder at me and Sharon. "I can see Melvin and I are going to get along just fine," she smiled. "Come on now," she continued, addressing Melvin, "give me a cuddle and a kiss. Then you’ve got to get ready for bed." Bending forward, Nedra gave Melvin an upside down kiss on the mouth. Both of them giggled. Melvin grabbed the sweat pants and started to put them on, but Doris stopped him. "Ah ah, not so fast, Melvin! You need to wear some underwear under those. I brought you a pair of my panties. Your hips look about the size of mine so they should fit you." Melvin stopped; there was an apprehensive look on his face, but Doris continued undaunted. "Here, let me help you into these," she said, slipping his feet into the leg holes. Then Doris pulled the panties up into place and patted his buttocks and tummy approvingly. "Oh, that’s perfect!" Doris exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling with delight. "Melvin, you are so cute!" Melvin looked bewildered and began to stammer. "I… I’ve never worn girl’s pan… pant…" "Get used to it, kiddo," Sharon said, interrupting him in mid-sentence. "You can wear boy clothes out in town, but panties and T-shirt are standard attire here in the house. Look at how everyone else is dressed" "That’s right," I affirmed. "It’s almost like a uniform with us. As soon as we get out of our street clothes that’s what we wear. You’re family, now." "Don’t worry about it, Mel," Melanie said, as she admiringly played her fingers over the stretchy nylon covering his hips and crotch. "Doris is right. You’re cute!" Melvin blushed. "I hate to change the subject," I said, interrupting, "but where is Melvin going to sleep tonight? We haven’t fixed up that other bedroom. That wasn’t supposed to be until next year." "He can sleep with me," Melanie offered. "I’ve got a big double bed all to myself. You know, it’s not like we’re going to be having sex or anything." Melanie giggled. Sharon and I shared a room, but had a twin bed each. Nedra and Doris slept together in one double bed, and Melanie had her own double bed. The extra small bedroom was supposed to be Melvin’s next year. "Hell," said Nedra, "he can even sleep between me and Doris in our bed. He doesn’t look like he takes up much room." Nedra and Doris both giggled. "Well, kiddo, you have two offers," said Sharon. "Which will it be?" Before Melvin could answer, Melanie reached out and grabbed his arm and began pulling him to her room. "Come on, Mel, there’s more room in my bed." Melvin followed without protest and the pair disappeared into Melanie’s bedroom. "Sharon, he’s so sweet," Doris said. "I hope they’re not going to make him move back into the dorm." "No, I talked the head officer at Campus Security tonight. He said to get my dad to call the dean and get a letter from a doctor certifying Melvin has been castrated. Since I am immediate family there should be no problem in getting a medical waiver for Melvin to live off campus with us." Nedra looked at Sharon with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sharon, I’m just curious. Perchance, did those mumps Melvin contracted come with a pair of long stainless steel handles?" Sharon blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Spelling would be telling, Nedra, and that’s all I’m going to say!" THE END Farrell Squire November 6, 2001
