You can see the tallest of the youths walk over towards you. He's a handsome specimen of black manhood: six foot four, you estimate, with strong muscular arms and a shaven head with brutally direct features. He stands about a foot in front of you, with his piercing eyes fixed on your cock-body. Without breaking his stare, his hands move down to unzip his pants and lower his boxers. His cock flops out - it's not quite as big as you are, but it's still beautiful. You look at it with an interest that is understandable in your present situation. It's sheathed in shiny ebony flesh from base to the edge of his dark purple mushroom head. Huge balls hang low beneath. This is penis envy as you've never felt it before. You are so focussed that you hardly notice it when the youth lifts up his cock with his right hand and points it directly at you.
But you are woken out of your trance by a distinctly unpleasant sensation - the black boy is pissing on you! A steady stream of light yellow liquid is coming towards you, coating every part of your body as he constantly redirects his fire-hose of a cock.
After three minutes of this he is still showing no sign of slowing down! You wonder where all that piss could possibly be coming from. At the same time, you feel the opening in the eunuch's legs open so wide that you start to fall into his body. You 're falling deeper into the old man's body, and still the black youth is pissing on you. At this rate, you won't be able to see out for much longer.
But you finally stop falling into the eunuch's body, with six inches of your cock-body and the balls still flopping about in the fresh air. You feel the hole contacting around your shaft leaving a tight fit. The old man's skin grows around you, then you feel a pricking sensation as black hairs begin to grow from your base and your balls. Then, a full ten minutes after he started, the youth stops pissing on you. Even though he looks exhausted, he fetches a full-length mirror from the corner of the room, then holds it up to the old man.
The old man admires his profile in the mirror, a profile which now includes your body. You can't see the join between the man's old crotch and the cock and balls - in any case, the skin is now covered in a dense thatch of black pubic hair. As the old man admires his new genitals, his right hand moves down and rubs gently along your shaft, with his thumb brushing along the base.
"I'm a virgin again", he says to his reflection, "I need to fuck some boy pussy - my cock's first boy ever, and my first boy for thirty years." You are deafened by what sounds like rushing water coming towards you, but what you realise is actually blood. The veins in your body swell and distend as you feel the warmth of the old man's blood filling your tissues and stretching your body into a thick ten-inch rod. You feel an electric thrill every time the old man runs his fingers along you. You have one purpose, and one purpose only. You want a boy.