Finally at 30 years of age, I got married and had two children. Ten years apart. See fertility is not guaranteed even with a 400,000 sperm count. Yes, even though they are the most aggravating thing in my life, I find them the most satisfying thing in my life.

I'm glad that I didn't go through with castration in my teenage years, although it was a great temptation.

For my physical this year I looked up a gay friendly Dr. Bender.

I passed the physical with flying colors and got my medical card.

He suggested a colonoscopy to check for polyps even though my blood tests came back OK. My PSA was up to 1.4 from .7 at age 50. Yes he did the digital thing and remarked how health it felt. I asked him about a prophylactic bilateral orchidectomy to keep it that way. He wasn'tvery enthused about that, but he kept pushing for the colonoscopy.

"Make you a deal, your putting me under for the colonoscopy, right?

include a bilateral orchidectomy with a scrotal reduction and I'll go for it."

They sure must want those colonoscopies because he called me back a few days later and agreed. His assistant scheduled the local hospital.

Two days prior I started the clear liquid diet without red or purple colors. The night before drink the Phospho Soda and 8 cups or more of water.

Sleeping in the bathtub would have been easier than getting up every 20 minutes all night long to squirt in the toilet.

I took the motor home instead of the wife, I didn't want her upset and the motor home had the toilet I could just pull over if I needed to but I didn't.

At the hospital, the receptionist made me sign in before she would tell me where the toilet was. I just about made a bee line for the Motor home.

The admissions clerk wanted $600.00 for the 20% co-payment before they sent me to surgery. I gave her my debit card and it was declined.

I called the bank but the answering machine said they didn't open until 9:00 am. I was scheduled for 9:00 am so she sent me with this old volunteer back to outpatient surgery, He looke every day of 80.

He told me to undress and put my clothes in the basket under the gourney. I could leave my t shirt and socks on.

I sat around in my underwear until Dr. Benders assistant Brian came in and introduced himself as my anesthesiologist. "Shorts off and up on the gourney if we're going to get on with this." As I put my hsorts in the basket I asked if I could use the toilet again. Sure enough there was a toilet through a door in the corner.

I came back in and climbed on the gourney. Brian pulled a blanket over me. placed a cuff on my arm and a clip on my finger and electrodes on my chest and shoulders. The box these were connected to started the beep beep noises.

Dr. Bender came in and didn't seem to recognize me, He asked "Why are we doing this today?"

I told him, "Your the one that insisted on a screening colonoscopy don't you remember?"

He left.

Brian pulled in the colonoscopy cart and attached it to a wall monitor.

Brian was eye candy. He looked at the chart looked supprised and said, "So your getting an Orchy today!" He pulled back the blanket, looked and said, "Good you've already shaved!"

Normally that would have had me standing at attention, but my gut was cramping and I was so dehydrated that I couldn't even pee.

Brian went over closed the door came back sat on a stool, looked me in the eyeand asked if I had any questions.

Well, Dr. Bender was quite insistant that at my age about the colonoscopy, I understand if they find anything they will laso it burn it off and extract it for lab work.

Brian said, That sums up that part, What about the other part?

Oh dear, was he going to talk me out of it?

"I told Dr. Bener that I'd let him poke my ass if he'd do something Doctors seem quite reluctant to do. Most men get prostate problems by my age. I had a close friend hwo had prostrate problems about 20 years ago, They cut the center out of his prostrate and then castrated him to keep it from becoming cancerous."

"So, you know what it is then, do you have any questions about it?"

"Well yes but I don't know which ones to ask," I replied.

Brian pulled a curtain in front of the closed door, pulled down his scrubbs and placed my hand on his cock. "Feel no balls, look a straight line scar from my scrotal reduction. This is what you'll look like in a half hour."

"Gee, thanks" I said, "your pretty uyoung for that aren't you?"

"I'm 27, I have three kids, the last one just slipped in. At first I asked for a vasectomy. Bender suggested castration would relieve my hypertension as well as make me sterile. I told him go for it. It was a good decision for me, I don't have to limit my salt and caffeen or take those damn pills that mess you up."

He pulled up his pants, pulled back the curtain and opened the door.

The oxygen hose slipped over my ears and under my nose. He lifted the gourney rail and placed my hand on it. He wrapped a rubber band around my bicept, peeled a heprin block from its package and stuck the back of my hand. I told him it stung like hell. He said it would go away soon.

I asked for the toilet again, started dry heaves and went into convulsions, Alarms rang. Suddennly there were four female nurses around me. one shoved the back up straight. One was coaching me to take deep breaths. Another put wet cloths on my forhead and arm. When I stopped gagging they left.

Brian put a srynge of whit stuff on the IV and I waited for it to sting or feel different than the heprin sting.

The next noise I heard was, "He's awake!"

I didn't feel groggy, my gut was still churning, and I was extreemely thirsty, I aked for a drink.

She brought me a little cup half full of water, told me to sip it slowly and get dressed. Then she asked how I liked the "Milk of amnesia"

I got dressed and asked about the rest room.

In the privacy of the rest room, I sat and squirted in the toilet,

wiped and then felt the castration!

It didn't really hurt it was just a tight pulling sensation. Actually it didn't even have any sensation if I didn't move. More like a sliver with tape over it. I could feel it if I thought about it. But I could really feel it if I moved wrong or bumped it.

Looking down it was just covered with steri strip tape, No bruising, No bandage.

I knew a fellow who worked on a dock loading trucks, who was castrated about 7 years ago. His was the first I was that didn't bruise

His developed into a staight line scar that didn't show much.

I pulled up my pants and went back to where the gourney was, I didn't climb back up I just sat in the recliner and sipped water.

The older nurse came back in and handed me some color print outs of the inside of my colon. You were clean all the way." she said. I kind of blushed. Ayoung female aid came in took the sheets and towels from the gourney and sprayed it down and wiped it up with clean towels and put new sheets on it.

Brian came in carrying a lunch box sized cooler and a folder with papers in it. "I see that you got pictures, let's put them with these"

"Who's picking you up?" I told him that I had brought the motor home and was going to wait the 6 hours til I could drive and go back home.

"Let me walk you out there." he pulled a malt out of the cooler and a spoon. "Here eat this slowly."

When we got to the motor home he asked if he could come inside and talk with me. We sat side by side on the couch, with the side curtains closed and the front ones open.

Brian opened the cooler again and showed me my parts he'd saved on ice. The scrotum was soaking in brine. He told me to make a cup of tea and soak it for two days and then rinse it and rub it with neats foot oil, Makes one hell of a coin purse.

He gave me his Cell number and told me to call any time if I had any questions or needed help.

Brian reiterated not to lift anything heavy for a few days, the strips should fall off in the shower in a few days, If any swelling or bleeding develops call immediatly. He gave me a pair of tweesers and a small pair of scissors in a sterile package to remove the stitches and told me to feel free and come to the office or call him if I wanted them to remove the stitches otherwize it's safe to do it myself.

Healing went well but I didn't masturbate until I took the stitches out.

HOT FLASHES? yes they were just a warm feeling about every hour at first but just once a day after a week and they never lasted more than just a few minutes.

PATIENCE? YES, and give it to me now!!! Actually I don't have any patience and I could have used a lot. I am lazier, I don't want to move at all.

THE BAD PART? I don't have any balls. I banded them pulled them and played with them a lot. I DO MISS THEM.

PATCHES? If your thought condoms were over priced. Patches come 2 to a pack and cost $50. NO they don't stick very well and they aren't reusable at all.

It's harder to get an erection now, and it isn't as hard or strong.

The wife still doesn't want sex. Women never put out unless they want something!!!!!!

I still masturbate but it's just a couple times a week instead of every day.

I asked Brian how many Castrations they had done, he thinks about 20 the youngest was an 8 year old that got caught on a chain link fence, they just couldn't save them.

Vasectomies every Friday sometimes eight. The youngest was a 16 year old with three kids. The court declared him an emancipated minor.

MY PERSONAL ADVICE? If your not already impotent from high blood pressure meds, and you don't have 3, 4 and 5 O'clock alrm bladder.

KEEP YOU BALLS, have fun playing with them. I wish I had.