My Ying to His Yang, Part 2 of 2

Two gay boys of the same age discover each other, when they reach 
the age of 13 one gets his penis removed because he was fixated on 
it but also as a bond of submission to his friend.  The other 
surprises his friend by having himself castrated afterwards.  The 
key that fits the lock, a Ying to a Yang.  

In part two they see the fruition of all their dreams and fantasies.

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My Ying to His Yang

Part 2 of 2

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(Note:  This is a fictional story.  Any similarity to any real life 
events are purely coincidental.  I also do not condone castration of 
minors, and most of my interest stems from MY childhood interests in 
it "for myself" when I was a boy.  In many ways, what you read 
below, is how I fantasize my own childhood to have been like, as a 
fantasy only, and I am seeing myself as the main character in the 
story.  Names and dates are not given, so that you can insert your 
use your own if you like.  I wrote this story in three hours, from 
conception to finish, on August 18, 1999, not bad for a quick work 
on the fly.)

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	He blindfolded me, like he has done many times before, and 
walked me into the barn, to the stocks.  He had me tied in the 
stocks, belly up, with my legs and arms tied out in eagle fashion, 
and extra tie downs so I could not move a muscle, not even my head, 
with the blindfold on and all, from before I even entered the barn, 
I was extremely excited, wondering what thrill he had in store for 
me now, and tying me down so much, so thoroughly, only made me more 
hot for what was to come, of which I had no idea.  He asked me if I 
was ready, I said yes, though I did not know what for, I had 
complete trust in him, my master, at this point.  He masturbated me 
till I had a raging hard on, then mounted my penis, and rode me like 
a Bronco, saying he wanted to get the most out of my penis on it's 
last day, I thought he was just playing the fantasy again, so I let 
myself get fully into it, as if it was for real, and enjoyed it 
much.  He told me to enjoy how it feels, and etch it into my memory, 
for it will be the LAST time I feel anything from my penis again, I 
did, as if it were real, and enjoyed the thought greatly.

After I came into his but, he washed my penis with soap and water, 
then began to suck it like it had never been sucked before, I had NO 
idea, even after all that time having sex with him, that he could 
suck THAT well.  He was good at keeping me at the height of 
excitation without making me orgasm, he played me like that often 
and knew me well, so his sucking lasted for almost an hour, and most 
of the time I was close to climax too, my dick was starting to get a 
bit sore after all that time hard, but I enjoyed it.  During all 
this he pulled and stretched my balls hard, squeezing them and 
rolling them in his hand, my nice low hangers lent themselves well 
to that.   Eventually I came into his mouth in a gusher, and at 
which time he said he wanted to share the joy, and then French 
kissed me with the cum still in his mouth, to which we both 
swallowed it.  It was a long passionate kiss that tasted so good 
with the cum mixing like that too, and so slippery as well, I 
enjoyed it much.

He then announced he was going to have one last boner contest, to 
see how large mine was compared to his just before cutting it off.  
He measured his and announced it at 8 inches even, and 5 inches 
round, yes he did grow quite a bit for a boy of 13. He has more of a 
fuller triangle of hair above his penis than I do, but no hair on 
his balls, no hair on his body, and no underarm hair.  I had a 
larger patch of hair then when we first discovered each other are 
gay, but it has not grown that much, it is still a small triangle of 
hair only, above my dick, no underarm hair or body hair, and no hair 
on my balls.  Both of us have nice low hanging sacs, from all the 
stretching and pumping we had done to them.  Then he measured dick, 
announcing it at 6 inches and 4 inches round, not bad for my age 
either.  He then said that he was STILL larger, always has been, and 
now that I will be loosing mine will always be larger, I never did 
catch up to him, that is why I am the bottom and he is the top.  He 
then started to jack me off, teasing my glans with his tongue as he 
did it, but not taking it into his mouth fully, just a tease as he 
jacked me off.  

When I got hard I felt him insert a catheter into my penis, we had 
done this many times before, sometimes he would even insert one into 
his penis and we would piss back and forth into each other, 
sometimes drain me and fill me with sterile water till I would burst 
and play with me like that, keeping it in then relieving me as I 
orgasmed (all at once), sometimes he would fill it with Cool-Aid and 
drink directly from my penis, this time I had no idea what he was 
going to do, as usual, but I got excited again when he inserted it, 
wondering what this time.  He drained my bladder fully, then I felt 
a feeling I know SO well, the cold steel of an elastrator tool with 
a band attacked to it and opened.  He pushed it firm till it was at 
my base, pulling my now rock hard penis outward as he did so, to get 
as much as possible, then he slipped off the band from the tool, it 
felt SO good.

As I sat there helpless and excited, he slipped the tool on again, 
putting on another band right on top of the other one, this was not 
normal, but again I am used to surprises with him and actually get 
excited more when he surprises me with new things, then a third 
band.  I then felt a prick on the side of my penis, something I have 
felt many times before in our play, it was a needle, and he was 
injecting local anesthesia in my penis, we did this often to 
simulate my not having a penis.  Then a prick on the other side, 
then on the back of my penis, then on the underside just next to the 
urethra.  A minute later I had no feeling in my penis at all, which 
he tested by pushing a needle through my glans and shaft, to which I 
did not even know he had done that since all feeling was gone from 
there.  He then  inserted a probe into my but, and said he was going 
to stimulate me one last time, give me a prostate orgasm, we had 
done that before and I enjoyed them even more than an orgasm from 
stimulating my penis, he also said that the moment I orgasm he will 
cut off my penis completely, forever.  I already could not feel my 
penis at all, so this only added to the reality of what I "thought" 
was just another fantasy play.  The probe had a vibrator attached to 
it, thin and long, but flexible and soft, we got it from a mail 
order gay catalog.  In no time I was about to orgasm, but like usual 
he would hold back and let it last longer, oh so well did he know my 
limits and how to hold me on as long as he wanted.

He then told me he had a sharp scalpel against the base of my penis, 
my father had those in his vet supplies and we had used it before 
for play, but I had to take his word for it, since I could not feel 
anything in my penis at this point, but I also had no reason to 
doubt him, we did this often, in play.  

He asked me to tell him one more time if I was SURE I wanted my 
penis removed, and that once done there was NO turning back.  At 
this point he told me he was not kidding, this was not playing like 
before, he was not tricking me, that he was REALLY going to do it 
this time.  I said yes, please, do it, please, now.  He then bent 
over and whispered in my ear that he was deadly serious, that this 
time it was for real, he was going to cut off my penis, forever, he 
was not kidding around this time.  I thought he was just tricking me 
again, like the few other times he had totally fooled me into 
thinking it was really cut off, and with the anesthesia you just do 
n now know he did not do it, so you think it is real.  I said again, 
YES, please, YES, do it, PLEASE....

He then turned on the vibrating probe again, while stretching my 
balls out hard and playing with them and squeezing them hard, and 
brought me to complete climax. Even though this was my third orgasm 
of the afternoon, he had me SO hot that I spewed like a gusher 
again, and I think that was the best orgasm I had ever had in my 
life, I almost passed out from it it felt SO good.  I then felt some 
tugging in my crotch area, but like I said, he had fooled me before, 
but the thought of it being real was SO much a turn on that I just 
continued to orgasm and enjoyed it all immensely.  

Then I felt something at my lips, rubbing back and forth, and he 
said open up and suck your now amputated dick.  I recognized the 
feel of a dick on my lips, I sucked his often and enjoyed it, and I 
thought at first it was his, so I opened up gladly, but once I had 
it in my mouth I knew it was not his dick, his was bigger and 
thicker.  Suddenly I thought, this is for REAL, but then I also 
thought maybe he got a friend to join us that I did not know of, a 
new player for our sex acts, a great surprise for me, so I sucked it 
gladly.  Then he removed the blindfold, and I saw it was really an 
amputated dick, MY dick.  He removed the bonds from me and I looked 
down, yes, he DID do it, he REALLY cut off MY dick, and I was really 
sucking MY dick after it was cut off.  I did not know what to make 
of it at first, fear and joy, as well as excitement and second 
thoughts, raged through my mind all at once, but I was still SO hot 
from the whole thing that my mind was still sexually excited, so I 
let him finish what he was doing, and I sucked my newly amputated 
dick, I sucked it gladly and for several minutes, even deep throated 
it.

I was still partly tied up, and partly in the air, partly in the air 
so that he could easily insert the anal probe into me to get me to 
climax.  He then inserted MY dick into my but, so I could feel how 
it was when I had anal sex with him, and have one last fling with my 
dick, even if I could not use my dick now for anything but a dildo. 
 I also enjoyed that much.  The area he cut it off from was still 
totally numb from anesthesia, so he got a cauterizing tool my dad 
has and sealed the stump with it, leaving the bands on.  With the 
catheter in there still I could pee, and it felt SO weird peeing 
with no dick too, I also enjoyed that much.  But we ran into one 
problem, stopping the pee, since he had cut off the catheter with my 
penis, so we devised a plug to insert into the open catheter.  

It turned out that when he put the bands on, he put two right over 
each other at the very base of my penis, it was hard then, so when 
soft it would actually indent a bit and be almost a complete 
removal, though some base still was under the skin I am sure.  The 
third band he put slightly higher, so that when he cut off my penis 
it would stay hard, and he cut in between them. We wanted to forever 
preserve my penis like that, hard and all, but had read on the net 
that you can't use alcohol or formaldehyde to do that for a penis, 
so we looked at what my father had that we could use.  

In the paint shed we found some Polyurethane, the thick type used to 
make coatings on tables that look a mile thick when done, my father 
had showed me how that can also be used to make cool looking paper 
weights with things inside of it, I decided this is what I wanted to 
do for my penis, and that is exactly what I did too, sealed it in a 
block of plastic forever, like it was, hard, the day it was cut off. 
 I still have it like that too, and it makes for a very interesting 
conversation piece too.  But I never had it where my father would 
see it, in fact to this day he does not know what I did.  To further 
memorialize this event we got out our scrapbook that we kept our 
sexual memories in, and took a picture of my dick, next to where it 
used to be on my body, before we encased it in plastic, and then we 
also took a pic of it in the plastic, using the Polaroid camera.  We 
also got shots of it in my but, in my mouth, in his but, and in his 
mouth, as well as on a dinner plate with a knife and fork next to 
it, some garnish, and such, at the dining table, and all by itself, 
close up filling the frame, with the end cut off showing clearly.  

It all healed nicely, though it took weeks.  I kept the dressings 
clean, the area clean, and redressed them several times a day.  
Since we took care of animals at our place, I knew how to do all 
that instinctively.  By the time my parents came back it was healed 
enough that I could walk normally and not show any signs, except my 
bulge was not the same, though I don't think parents notice those 
things anyway, and I still had my balls too.  When it all healed we 
took out the catheter and celebrated with MY own honeymoon with my 
friend.  We had not had sex during the healing process, to be safe, 
and just fondled a bit, and examined the new stump a lot, feeling it 
lightly.  But I did still give him blow jobs and masturbated him, he 
just did not have any sex play other than light fondling with me is 
all.  By the time it was healed I started to realize that, once 
again, reality is not necessarily how you have imagined it to be, no 
matter how much you have given long thought to it.  All in all I 
have gotten used to no dick, and only being stimulated by my friend 
anally or in ball play, but it just is not the same.  Even though 
most of the stimulation was not with my penis, just having my penis 
somehow did add to it greatly, and now that it is gone I miss it.  
It took some adjustment, and my friend has been with me all through 
it, by my side.  Now I am happy with it, and like it, but it did 
take some getting used to.  Oh, and yes, it did fit very well into 
my being a bottom, more than I had ever realized.  

But one thing in all this I had not realized is how our relationship 
might change, and some of my main reasons for doing that was for how 
our relationship was.  What can I say except that a 13 yo boy just 
does not see things farther than how they are at the moment.  My 
friend never left me, we are still together to this day, happily as 
mates, but there was something I had not realized about him that 
came into play a bit latter that summer.  You see, in all my 
fixation on myself, dealing with castration and penectomy, I had not 
seen how this was affecting my friend.  He did not start out having 
a castration fixation or fantasy for himself, but by the time he cut 
off my penis he was heavily into a castration fixation for HIMSELF. 
 As he saw it, on top of the other urges he had for reasons for 
wanting it, it would be a perfect match, him with no balls, me with 
no penis, like two pieces to a puzzle, ying and yang, the key that 
fits the lock.  I found out about his fixation a week after he had 
cut off my penis, he came and then told me about it, and that he 
wanted to have his castration done after my penectomy was healed.  I 
was in shock, but also stimulated and excited, I had NO idea, and 
now that I knew I was all excited again, as if all this was fresh 
and new.

He was more serious than me, he had just not been as vocal about it 
as I was.  He said he was going to do it, one way or another, but 
wanted to do it WITH me, the perfect bond, and felt safer with 
someone doing it to him than him alone doing it.  We were young and 
dumb, and it seemed perfect to me as well when he proposed it to me, 
after a long talk about it.  So we set a date and a method.  Unlike 
me, since he was the top, the one in control, it would not be a 
surprise, not by force, and done his way, but one thing was that he 
DID want to be tied up for it, in bed.  Like I said, his favorite 
scene for castration was in a bed, not in the barn, but I did not 
realize till now he was fantasizing about himself when he was 
playing out castration on me in the bed all tied up to the bedposts 
and all.  The date was two weeks before school started again, he 
wanted time to heal before school.  

Both of us figured we would play shy kids, even the most unshy boy 
gets suddenly very shy in puberty many times, and the coaches, 
nurses, and such, realize that and do not insist you expose yourself 
if you do not want to.  The showers, for instance, had some private 
stalls to the side for those too shy to use the large main ones 
where everyone showered together.  I will miss seeing all those boys 
in the shower, but that is the price one pays.

Among all the other reasons my friend had for doing this, one reason 
he gave me is that he does not want to loose his beautiful singing 
voice or his youth.  He said he has a bigger dick then most teens, 
and more than many adults, so he has grown enough there, but he does 
not want to have his body all full of hair like his dad's is and 
many other men.  So far he only has a small triangle above his 
penis, he likes that and does not want more, and definitely not any 
chest hair or underarm hair.  He is a choirboy for our church and 
everyone says how great his voice is, so good they want him to sing 
professionally, and he does not want his voice to change, he likes 
it like it is.  We figure his voice is going to start breaking any 
day now, the way he is maturing, and so he doesn't want to delay 
getting cut, and loose the voice he loves so much.  

When the day came we had all our stuff together, my dad's vet 
supplies really come in handy.  We put normal sheets on the bed, 
since we wanted it to be fun, but put plastic under the sheets, we 
figured we would throw away the sheets when done, or burn them, 
since they would be blood stained, and we used old sheets his mom 
would not miss.  His parents are not around much, since his farm 
went under his parents have been working long hard jobs, leave 
early, come home very late, and he does not see them much in regular 
everyday life anymore, even though they live in the same house.  
Since he is 13, they figure he is a young adult now anyway and can 
handle himself and is responsible and all.  

We both stripped naked and had our last round of sex with him 
intact, him being the normal top, but a bit more ruged than in the 
past, because it was his last time with balls.  When he said it was 
time, I tied him to the bedposts, arms and legs, spread eagle.  That 
was weird, since "I" am the one usually done up like that.  I then 
mounted him and rode him hard, like he did me when I was cut.  Since 
this is one of two ways I can get to orgasm now, since I have no 
penis now, I had to try hard not to orgasm while doing that, I am 
used to him controlling me for that, not having my own self control 
over it, but he did help me out through it, telling me when to slow 
down or stop.  He did not want to cum though, he said he wanted to 
hold it ALL in till the very end, so I kept riding him till he said 
it was enough, but he never orgasmed.  Then I washed off his penis 
with soap and water and started to suck him dry.  He has better 
control over himself than I do, and he never orgasmed, though in the 
half hour I sucked him he did ask me to slow down a few times, or do 
it differently.  All that time he played with my balls, rolling them 
in his hands, squeezing them hard, pulling them from my body hard, 
stretching them out, which without any penis there IS very hot, to 
say the least, and rubbed my stub.  If he rubs it just right and 
enough, and sometime if he tickles it with his tongue just right, I 
can orgasm, he knows this, but he did not let me orgasm, but he did 
keep me close to orgasm the whole time.  Since I was kept so horny 
along with him, and since I knew he was about to get castrated by 
me, I sucked him off like there was no tomorrow, we both had a 
blast, but neither of us yet orgasmed. 

Then he announced it was time, to get the tools out, and band him.  
He likes forplay, but only so much I guess, and can be very 
insistive at times, as well as impatient.  Since I have banded MANY 
animals, and since his farm went under, I was the one with the most 
experience, so he trusted me fully and very much wanted me to be the 
one to do it to him.  I put the tool over his sac, with the tool 
keeping the band open, but it was not easy.  His balls are larger 
than mine, and he is not used to being the one on the bottom, so his 
pain threshold is not as high as mine.  I had to squeeze hard each 
ball to get them in, one at a time, and he complained a lot, but I 
told him there was no other way to get them in, and I would try to 
do it quickly so the pain would be less.  We had talked of just 
injecting local anesthesia first, but he wanted to feel it all, even 
the knife going through his sac.  After I got the first band on I 
realized I would have a problem with the next two bands.  You see, 
he wanted two bands up top, next to each other, for extra security 
if one falls off, we have seen what happens to an animal if one 
falls off, and we wanted the third just a tad higher, so that the 
balls and sac will be all together, tight and all, after cut off, 
and we would cut in bettween the bands.  The lowe hangers we had 
would lend themselves well to doing that too.  But the first band 
was so hard to get on, I did not know if I could get on the other 
two, without causing him a lot of pain.  He decided he rather go 
through the pain then not feel the knife as it cuts through, so he 
buckled up and I pushed HARD and got the other two bands on as well, 
as we had planed.

I then started to masturbate him, while rolling his balls and 
squeezing them gently in my hands.  Unlike how he treated me, I had 
to be gentel with his balls when handling them, but he liked my 
handling them a lot though.  But this time he insisted I be 
forceful, and tug and pull them hard from his body, not squeeze them 
too hard but to definitely give them some firm squeezing.  He said 
he wanted to feel as if I was pulling them from his body forcefully, 
before I actually did cut them off.  He called more me to masturbate 
him harder, and harder, so I was eventually moving my hand up and 
down his dick SO hard that I thought I was going to bruise him or 
tear off his glans.  He wanted me to hold off on my tongue teasing, 
what he loves most, till the bitter end, because he knew that he was 
so hot now that the moment I do that he will orgasm.  He told me to 
cut his balls off the "moment" he starts to orgasm, he knew I could 
do it in ONE slice, since I am used to it with other animals, but to 
be sure I had made my father's curved castrating knife sharper than 
ever, I am very good at sharpening knives.  So I had him there, all 
tied up and helpless, spread eagle, with his balls banded and 
stretched from his body, rolling and squeezing them in my hands as I 
pull on them, while masturbating him so hard I thought I would pull 
his dick off.  

Then the moment came, he told me to tongue him, I grabbed the knife 
and put it under his balls, held hard to them so he could feel the 
cold steel of them pressed hard across his balls, but not yet 
cutting in, not till he came.  I ran my tongue hard and fast across 
his glans as I stretched out his dick from his body hard, then a few 
more strokes while holding my tongue hard against his glans, and he 
came, he came HARD and in gushers, all over my face, my eyes, 
running down my cheaks.  I then took the curved knife and pulled it 
HARD upwards and across his balls, between the bands, and in one 
hard cut I got them off, in one stoke. I held them up high, as a 
trophey, for all to see, the blood dripping just a tad down my hand. 
 I was surprised, there was not as much blood as I thought there 
would be, but the sight of the fresh blood at the stub on his body, 
and at the top of his ball sac seperated from his body, was a huge 
turn on, and we both cheered.  

He was still tied there, so I took his balls and did the same to him 
he did with my dick when he cut that off.  I rubbed his balls, 
stretched tight in their sac, against his lips, back and forth, and 
under his nose, then told him (nicely) to open up, which he did, and 
I inserted them, balls, sac, and all, into his mouth.  At first I 
pulled them in and out, holding onto the end with the band holding 
it all together, but after a bit I let it go, and he took it all in 
and rolled them around in his mouth, savoring it.   I then took them 
back when he pushed them out of his mouth, and did the same with my 
mouth, first in and out, holding it by the banded end, then all the 
way in and rolling them around, savoring it.  You could still feel 
the body temperature warmth of his freshly cut balls, and taste a 
bit of blood from the cut end.  When I took them out there was no 
blood to see anymore, the tip where the band was looked white, and 
the balls were looking very deep blue, but they looked very much the 
same, even up to my eyes up close, like they did on his body, veins 
and all.  It was so weird, and it made us so hot, I held it up to 
his eyes real close or him to see as well. 

I then went to licking his new stump, on his body, cleaning up the 
small drops of blood there, like I said, there was almost no blood 
at all from this.  I guess I expected more blood because normally we 
just band and cut, and the balls fall off and the blood falls out 
from that, but this time we had the sac and balls ALSO tied, 
seperately, to keep them all together.  I licked up all his cum, his 
LAST cum, and savored it, knowing it was his last.  I had eaten his 
cum before, but this tasted better than ever, and made me sad he 
would not cum again.  I picked up some on my fingers and put it on 
his lips for him to savor as well, and dropped a bit into his mouth. 
 Then I put his balls in his mouth while I sucked him again, he 
sucked on his balls as I sucked on his dick, till he came a second 
time.  Like he did with me, I did not swallow it, but instead held 
it in my mouth, for this cum was precious, it was his last.  

I pulled the balls out of his mouth, and French kissed him with my 
mouth FULL of his last cum, just as he did for me, with the slipper 
cum making that French kiss better than normal and tasty too.  Being 
that it was his last it also made us very horny, thinking about that 
as we tasted it, swallowed it, and even as we felt it in our throats 
after swallowing.  A small amount of cum on his belly, next to his 
belly buttom, I saved, and pressed it into a scrap book we had for 
our friendship, to stain that page with his last cum.  I then took a 
polaroid camera and took a shot of his newly removed balls, next to 
the stump where they once were, as another momento.  We already had 
lots of polaroids of his fully intact balls.  

We continued to have sex through that night, to celibrate his being 
a eunuch.  Earlier we arranged to have a sleepover, so no one was 
the wiser but us, and we often had sleepovers, often having sex 
through the night at them, but this one was truly special.  We 
wanted the last of his cum reserves to be special, so we had sex all 
night, celberating each cum, till he did not cum anymore.  We then 
recorded it all in the scrapbook, when it was done, how many times 
he came, with pics of each cum, seeing each one as less and less 
cum, close up, and a stain of that cum next to each picture of it.  
The perfect momento.  When we were done for the night we went to 
sleep feeling his stub, and his now smooth crotch, and had some very 
wild dreams that night.  The next day we showered together, as we 
had done many times in the past, but cleaned his new stub carefully, 
I sucked on it a lot, and his dick, and he had another dry orgasm, 
we knew he was a dry well now.  I then dressed his stump, and we 
kept it cleaned and changed the dressings regularly for a few weeks 
till it healed completely.

His voice never changed, I guess we caught it just in time.  We had 
more sex than ever for the first month, having tons of fun with his 
new smooth crotch, but soon he lost interest in sex, and his dick 
began to shrink.  It did not shrink a lot, but, well, let me say he 
was wrong about when he cut me, he is NOT the biggest anymore 
(hehehehehehe).  He did keep his youthful looks, but since he had 
grown some in puberty already, most people never noticed he was a 
eunuch, they just thought he was lucky to keep his youthful looks.  
He himself was glad that he kept his youth that way too.  What 
little hair he had in his crotch thinned, but some still remained to 
this day, and it is a nice little patch too, not too much, not too 
little, and his now 5 1/2 inch dick does him fine too, I am quite 
happy with it and so is he.  He can get a hard on, but it takes more 
work, and most the sex we have now is more for our friendship and 
fun than for horniness on his part.  He is no longer the top he was 
though, I liked him better the old way, but he does do his best to 
satisfy me, since I still have my balls but no dick.  I am not a 
true top, but in a way I have become his top, and in a way we are 
now both bottoms.  I miss the old days, but then I also like it how 
it is now.  

What did he do with his balls you say?  Well,,,,,,let us say that 
they do NOT taste like chicken.  (hehehehehehehe), and a ball sac, 
when tanned, makes a nice change purse too, he let me keep it as my 
momento, he keeps my dick that is sealed in plastic, another sign of 
our bond and frienship.  Most people do not know what it really is 
when I pull it out for change in public, and my friend often gives a 
smirk or a joke or two when I do that too, never letting on what it 
really is, except to a few.  Those few we told would not believe us, 
till we showed them, personally, and most of them were shocked and 
surprised at first, but did like it, even if that is not for them.  
What shocks them most is the age we did that at, but they get over 
that, after all, they can see in the two of us just how perfect and 
right it was after all.  I am the ying to his yang, he is the lock 
that fits my key, and we are more mated than most people could ever 
dream.