I'm sorry you felt it was anticlimactic. For some reason, for years, I have had sexual thoughts of a well hung man getting hung. I'm ashamed to even say that. The imaginary visual of seeing big low hanging testicles swinging in the air between a good looking man's legs excites me. I could only imagine the long, thick penis pointed stiffy toward a gawking crowd. And I kept thinking about the noose suddenly interrupting the young man's long drop, snapping his neck, and causing him to violently spew load upon load of thick, milky white semen all over the watching crowd. In some sense, not only is it erotic for the crowd but Billy gets revenge in a way, even though his revenge is post-mortem. He embarrasses all the men who came to watch him die by exposing his larger, longer, girthier penis and heavier nuts to their wives. But moreover, he commits the degrading act of shooting his cum on the men and their wives. And all of this is their fault since they came to watch him die.
For years, when I close my eyes at night, I see this scene clearly in my mind and find myself watching the whole scene unfold as I masturbate myself to sleep. So, the story was basically a long introduction building up to a foregone conclusion. I needed to write it as a way of dealing with my own fantasies.
