Straight Male / 51
I guess in a way we all want to have that one experience where we are not in control. Well it happened to me. At the time I was into traveling to far off places. On that trip I went to Peru. Once in Peru I heard that you could take one of the supply boats that went up and down the rivers as a paying passenger so I flew to Iquitos and found this boat that was went up river to supply the mining and oilfield camps. The fee was nothing really and I got on at dawn and I was assigned to this small room with two bunks. In the other bunk was an Englishman who was going upstream to one of the camps.
We chugged, because that is all the boat did, it chugged at about two miles an hour upstream, after a while we had left civilization and we just kept on chugging. I found a spot on deck where I could read and I sat down to read the same book I had brought with me. The crew was basically a captain who was the owner of the boat, a crew hand and the man's woman who cooked and cleaned. Sleeping on the bunk was hard, it was stuffy inside so I stayed outdoors on deck just watching the rainforest slide by. Late evening after dark and all hell broke loose. There was yelling in the local dialect, the woman was screaming and the captain had the Englishman against the wall of the deckhouse with a machete.
Between the deckhand and the captain the Englishman was tied to the railing and the woman took a large knife and she cut off his penis and threw it into the river and then the captain took a pair of pliers and pulled his tongue out and she cut off his tongue and threw it into the river. He was bleeding profusely and they left him tied to the rail. I took some of his clothes to try to stop the bleeding, he passed out and fell as far forward as the bindings allowed. In the morning he was dead.
His body was thrown onto the ground of the next village that the boat came to in the morning, there were a couple of army people and that was that. The boat continued up river and I got off at my destination late that evening.
Move forward all these years. I am now an old man, well old enough to have severe problems with getting an erection, and if I do it lasts a minute or two. I get frustrated because it is obvious that you can't have a woman and keep her happy in that way, but mostly you can't keep yourself happy because even without a boner you want to fuck. I have spent my life active, hiking and biking and this boner problem plagues my mind. Until I remember that Englishman who had his penis cut off, at least I still what's left of mine, useless as it is.
We chugged, because that is all the boat did, it chugged at about two miles an hour upstream, after a while we had left civilization and we just kept on chugging. I found a spot on deck where I could read and I sat down to read the same book I had brought with me. The crew was basically a captain who was the owner of the boat, a crew hand and the man's woman who cooked and cleaned. Sleeping on the bunk was hard, it was stuffy inside so I stayed outdoors on deck just watching the rainforest slide by. Late evening after dark and all hell broke loose. There was yelling in the local dialect, the woman was screaming and the captain had the Englishman against the wall of the deckhouse with a machete.
Between the deckhand and the captain the Englishman was tied to the railing and the woman took a large knife and she cut off his penis and threw it into the river and then the captain took a pair of pliers and pulled his tongue out and she cut off his tongue and threw it into the river. He was bleeding profusely and they left him tied to the rail. I took some of his clothes to try to stop the bleeding, he passed out and fell as far forward as the bindings allowed. In the morning he was dead.
His body was thrown onto the ground of the next village that the boat came to in the morning, there were a couple of army people and that was that. The boat continued up river and I got off at my destination late that evening.
Move forward all these years. I am now an old man, well old enough to have severe problems with getting an erection, and if I do it lasts a minute or two. I get frustrated because it is obvious that you can't have a woman and keep her happy in that way, but mostly you can't keep yourself happy because even without a boner you want to fuck. I have spent my life active, hiking and biking and this boner problem plagues my mind. Until I remember that Englishman who had his penis cut off, at least I still what's left of mine, useless as it is.
