Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift

He hungrily picked at his favorite meast and cheeses she had set on the coffee table. She opened and poured the crimson merlot, kneeling before him with the filled vessel and watched him smell, swirl and drink deeply. "Long day?" she asked, her hand resting on his toned thigh, and slowly sliding up to touch his crotch and lovingly massage it.

He began to ease his back into the soft pillows on the couch. She could feel him beginning to harden and tense. "How long till dinner?", he asked, knowing she would understand. "We have some time," she answered. She ran her fingers to the zipper of his pants to unleash the jewel she'd waited for. His fingers twirled her short hair, giving her the "go ahead" to take him in her mouth.

She loved to feel him in her mouth, so hard and leaking. It was a present to sense the hardness of him, to feel his thighs, toy with his balls, "her balls". She could be the minister of pain and pleasure by touching or tweaking in a certain way. She reveled in all he taught her and allowed her.

The moistness between her thighs was driving her to madness. Sucking, twisting, clutching made him groan and her own wishes and fantasies pushed the urge further to please and gain her own release in his volcanic explosion. His testicles were filled, and that thrilled her to know that he had saved all of that wonderful jism for her. Yes, he was a present.

As she sucked him hard, she imagined the big red bow on his cock and the wreath of baby's breath on his balls. She would preserve this memory and him tonight. He was reveling in the coarseness with which she used her mouth to coerce him orgasm. She was slow, hard, soft, kitten-like and wild again, moaning in her own special voice. He lost himself in the unknowing and the mystery unfolding.

His hand slipped beneath her cotton dress to feel the tensing of her thighs and the moistness that was oozing onto her thong. His breathing became raspy and quickened with excitement. She clasped his balls tightly and murmurred, "These are the best present... may I have them pleeezzzzzzzze?" "Yes, they're yours," he answered her. "And I'll have them forever with me?" she asked in a sultry voice. "Uhhh, yes, yes,mmmm, I'm gonna cum." She was ready herself, his fingers pulsing and crossed,inside her so deep. She gripped his hips tightly and stroked him wildly with her tongue. Her groans were mixed with his and a creshendo of ultimate unison and culmination of desire began as they both spewed and spasmed.

The doorbell rang.

She smiled at him broadly and adjusted her dress. The phermones were pouring out of her skin. He looked at her questioningly. "Are you going to answer the door?" he asked her. "Maybe yes, maybe no." she joked. He zipped his pants not knowing quite what else to do. "You wait here," she commanded with a finger pointed to him. "Another boyfriend?" he inquired with sarcasm. She looked over her shoulder. "Actually, I'm getting married tonight, so I thought you'd like to meet him", she giggled. The doorbell rang again. "Insistent, Type A", he thought.

She walked to the door and opened it enthusiastically. "Hi, I'm Trista," she extended her hand. "Please come in." "Wonderful to meet you, finally, I'm honored," he said. He followed her to the den. "Willem, I want you to meet Dr. Feltor." His eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Oh, Doctor, this is a surprise, pleasure to meet you." They shook hands heartily. "Willem, nice to meet you as well." "What can I get you to drink, Doctor?" Trista asked. "Some ice water would be just fine," he replied. "Please, sit down," Willem's hand motioned to the club chair. "Thank you." and the good doctor took a seat. Trying to break the ice, the doctor offered, "I don't normally do house calls these days, but in this case, it's your lovely lady's birthday and I felt that we should get acquainted."

Trista handed the doctor his water. He began. "Trista has e-mailed me concerning your deep interest and fascination with castration." "You've got a very supportive lady here." he smiled in her direction. Willem was taken aback. He knew about the e-mails, but apparently not ALL of them. "Well, yes, it's been an area I've been exploring for many years," was his reply, feeling immensely uncomfortable.

"Trista explained that this has nothing to do with an impending sex change, but rather a spiritual quest, am I correct?" asked the kindly old man. "Yes," Willem answered quietly. "You realize of course, that you do have optiosn regarding hormone replacement?" "Will you be seeking that?" Willem searched his heart and looked at Trista who sat on the arm of the sofa. "I am not totally sure of that, to be honest," was Willem's reply. Trista's heart sank in total disbelief. She shot Willem a look that was like a slap in the face and deliberately left the room.

"Do you know why I am here tonight, Willem?" posed the doctor. Willem stuttered. "No, not really," he answered. "Well, I brought my medical bag. It's in the car." "Trista would like a very special birthday present." "She has asked me to assist in that end." "Do you understand me?" Willem's face lost all color. "Here?" "Tonight?" "A present?". He was floored. He patted Willem on the back. Trista announced, "The first course is ready. We can adjourn to the dining room." Willem threw back the remaining merlot, warming his throat and wiht no other words they took their assigned places.

The table was eye-candy in itself. Trista had decorated it with the sculpture he had given her of "The Kiss", the china with skirted eunuchs from China and wine charms along with the penis shaped candles. She had gone to a lot of trouble to make her wishes known. She was amazing and worth it. As they ate the soup, he watched the penis candles, the wax slowing dripping down to the testicles. It was turning him on and he could feel that initial throbbing in his groin. The conversation was light, as they discussed their businesses and interests. Willem observed the doctor. He was a very tall, thin man, just a kindly old gentleman, sort of like the doctors in the old days. Willem found himself savoring the meatballs in the "wedding soup" trying to discern the mixture of the meats and continuing to be turned on by chewing on them.

Trista cleared their finished bowls and Willem poured her and the doctor more sparkling cider and himself another glass of merlot. He fingered the testicle wine charm on his glass. It was sterling silver and rather large. All his senses seemed to be effected by this production she had put together.

Trista served the main course of stuffed veal birds with wild rice and a demi-glace sauce. A freshly baked baguette of bread lay across the table. More phallic symbols for Willem to inhale. The veal birds looked like a semi-hard penis and the wild rice resembled gobs of cum pouring forth. Their plates filled, they resumed eating and conversation was limited. The doctor lifted his glass. "A toast to the birthday girl and a wonderful meal- May all your dreams come true, my dear." Their glasses touched lightly.

"So, Willem," began the doctor, "I understand from Trista that you've watched this procedure being done on video, and that you have corresponded with others who have had this surgery, on the Archives. I am very familiar with that site." "Yes, I have," responded Willem, "I feel almost like I could do the surgery," Willem laughed. "Well I promise you, I am a perfectionist and believe in creating a thing of beauty when I perform the surgery," the doctor spoke firmly. "Oh, doctor, your reputation is impeccable and I would not expect anything less," offered Trista. Willem nodded in agreement.

Suddenly Willem started to come alive in the conversation. "I've done so much reading on the subject and recently took a trip alone to discover if this is what I really want for myself and for Trista." "I did wrangle with it, because there is a certain amount of fantasy involved without going into detail." "Yes, and his randy reputation," Trista joked. "Well, that will change, Willem, you understand that," the doctor chimed in. "Yes, I know, I'll keep my reputation, but maybe not the overactive desire.", answered Willem. "AMEN!" said Trista. The doctor leaned in close to him, "I need to know, Willem, do you want the surgery?" "Yes, yes I do," was Willem's answer. "Well then, I need you to sign some release forms before we begin."

Trista's smile grew wide and her face lit up. She went to him. "Willem, I'm so happy! Thank you." The doctor wiped his chin with the linen napkin and looked at the two of them. "Shall I retrieve my bags?" Willem nodded in the affirmative. Trista sat on his lap. "Willem, I cannot believe we are going to do this and I get to watch and take your balls! Maybe, he'll let me help, just a little." She sounded like a child who had been given a wonderful toy to play with. "Think of how wonderful it will be for us." "Where are we going to do this?" Willem asked. She was prepared... "The guest room is all set up. I even have a tripod for the video camera, so we can watch it and relive it and play it whenever we want," she purred to him. That excited him and he could feel himself growing harder. She kissed his lips feeling the swelling of his cock beneath her.

The doctor re-entered, bags in hand. "Trista, Willem, shall we?" Trista squeezed his hand and got up to lead the trio to the guest room. Willem turned to her, his hands gripping her face, "Happy Birthday."

Part II to cum.......