He'd said he was okay with it, knowing that I was off the hormones and also that it wasn't stuck out the way. I could have quite happily cut it off there and then and had done with it. It had never been any use to me, I couldn't even win peeing contests when I was a kid, all the other boys seemed able to pee further or higher up a wall than I could.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 197.

I went to bed with the best of intentions, then undressing reminded me of my imperfection, and I lay with my back towards Simon.

"Gone off me have you?"

"No, I'm just content to cuddle with you," I pulled his hand around to my breast and he gently rubbed my nipple with his thumb.

"Prefer Des do you?"

I rolled over, "Don't be silly. Des and I went for a bike ride, that was all. You're the one I go to bed with. Doesn't that tell you something?"

I was fuming but at the same time recognised I'd brought some of it on myself. I'd hoped he'd understood I was just teasing him. If he did he was teasing me back or punishing me. I felt the tears forming in my eyes. I did not want to cry and show my weakness.

"So why are you turning your back on me? That to me signifies you'd rather not be here."

"Simon, don't be so paranoid. I enjoy spooning with you, it's really nice."

"But I can't kiss you like that."

I sighed and lay on my back hoping that something would remain behaved. He kissed me and of course it excited me, so you know what happened next.

He didn't notice for a bit, but he put his hand down towards my crotch and pulled it back as if he'd pressed it on a sharp spike or even some fresh dog poo.

It wasn't just his hand that pulled away, so did the rest of him. I knew exactly what had happened. He sat on the edge of the bed. I lay on my back crying silently. In sixteen more days it would be gone, they couldn't come fast enough.

I rolled onto my side again and cried myself to sleep. I don't know what Simon did, I didn't feel him get up from the side of the bed, so I assume he sat there until he got fed up or cold.

I woke once during the night and he was lying with his back towards me, that hurt too, and I cried some more. I began to wonder if my life had peaked early and that my relationship was in decline.

He'd said he was okay with it, knowing that I was off the hormones and also that it wasn't stuck out the way. I could have quite happily cut it off there and then and had done with it. It had never been any use to me, I couldn't even win peeing contests when I was a kid, all the other boys seemed able to pee further or higher up a wall than I could.

Normally, I'd have cuddled into Simon's back, but with things as they were, I didn't dare. If I woke up with a woody, it could seriously threaten our relationship.

I got out of bed and taking the case I used in Bristol, went into the bathroom. I pulled out the sticking plaster I had used when I went for the bike ride. I cut two long strips and taped it around my appendage and back through to my buttocks, pulling the dangly bits back through my legs. It wasn't very comfortable, but with Micropore, a very thin paper tape, it was unnoticeable through anything save the skimpiest of material. I limped back to the bed and after warming up, cuddled into Simon's back.

I woke up with his hand stretched behind him around my buttock, something tied back between my legs was straining but it was holding. It hurt like no one's business, but it kept me flat in front.

I held him around the waist and kissed him on the shoulder. Then my hand began to descend lower towards his groin. He suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I got the message and rolled over onto my other side. I cried silently, but he must have felt the bed moving with my sobs. He knew what was happening. I began to feel that it was all over.

He got up and went to shower. I took his ring off my finger and laid it on his clean underpants, I threw on some jeans and a jumper and grabbing my shoes, I ran off to hide.