The Beach

A beach visitor stumbles into a party and goes farther than he’d
planned.

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It was one of those beautiful days: clear blue sky, mild breezes
with the temperature just right.  And hardly any humidity.  What
a day to spend at the beach.  I gathered up my beach towel, a
cooler of beer and snacks, slipped on my swim suit and glanced
at myself in the mirror.  Not bad for an old guy of 35 I thought to
myself.  I quickly pulled my shorts on over my swim suit and
headed for the car.  In a few minutes I was heading down the
back roads to the beach along Pacific Coast Hiway.  

I was in luck today, I thought, as I pulled my car over to the side
of the road and parked.  Hardly anybody here yet.  Well, that
would change in a few hours with more visitors arriving this
tourist season.  I grabbed my towel and cooler and made my way
carefully down the steep path to the beach and looked for the
best place to park myself for the day.  Not only were there few
cars around there seemed to be even fewer people.  Odd that at
this hour only one other couple was in sight.  From the cars
parked above I expected many more.  Shrugging I trudged
through the sand to a nice spot with a view of both directions. 
Good for people watching too, I thought, as I set down the cooler
and spread my towel on the sand.  I stripped off my shorts and
T-shirt and walked down to the water.  Small waves lapped
around my feet and I thought that it was still too cool to actually
go in.  That’s the tough part of beautiful beaches in California;
the water is generally much cooler than along the beaches in
other States.  Looking both ways I saw why there weren’t many
people in this part of the beach.  It appeared to be a big party way
off.  I decided to trek down and see why they moved so far from
the rest of the beach.  

As I walked down the beach the sounds of music and laughter
drifted toward me.  Must be a party I thought.  As I got closer, I
thought I heard some cries as well, must be a real party, I
thought.  Somebody is not happy.  Coming nearer, I was met by a
couple of big guys.  “Private party, bud,” one of the said.  I
shrugged and was about to turn when the other on said, “hey, just
kidding.  Come on in.”  As I walked past them I noticed the one
guy who had spoken first giving the other a dirty stare.  When I
walked away, I looked back to see them engaged in animated
chat.  Apparently they had some disagreement about who was to
come and who wasn’t.

Most of the people were gathered in a small crowd laughing and
occasionally cheering.  I also noticed some of them were naked. 
Some men, with nice asses, I noted, and a few women.  Suddenly
I heard a cry from within the crowd.  This was followed by a
cheer from the crowd.  Then a scream and the crowd applauded
and shouted something that I couldn’t quite get although it
sounded like “nuts next.”  After a short silence as though
everyone was watching something very intently a blood-curdling
howl erupted and the crowd began to applaud and cheer.  A
moment later the throng opened and two men were helping a
third or more like carrying a third man away.  All of them were
naked and the third man appeared to be unconscious.  

Looking inside the ring of people who were now standing around
talking I noticed a fire in a grill and one man was cooking
something.  I moved up to see what they were having.  I didn’t
recognize the items immediately but it appeared that there were
two smallish balls and a longer item tied at one end.  All three
were sizzling on the grill while the cook carefully turned them.  

Without warning I suddenly realized I wasn’t alone as a man
standing beside me commented, “They look good, don’t they?”  

“I don’t know,” I replied.  “Not much meat there.”  

“Well, we don’t usually expect to get much meat during a
castration,” he said.  “This one was quite well endowed though. 
One of the largest set I’ve seen in a long time.”

The way the man talked so nonchalantly about “this castration”
hid from me for a moment what he had actually meant. 
Suddenly I realized what the cries were all about.  The man
being helped away now had no cock or balls.  A shiver passed
through me and I suddenly realized my penis was responding to
the thought.  

The man smiled and said, “so you like the idea of a castration
too, do you?  I see you have little goosebumps on your arm.”  I
grinned and tried to be casual.  “Well, you know how these
things are when this is the first castration of a man I’ve
witnessed.”  

“Yes, he was rather good about it too.  We didn’t have to restrain
him at all.  He really lost them like a man.  Too bad he passed
out as they were cutting off his nuts though.”

I nodded in agreement.

The man went on, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you at our
gatherings before.”  He stuck out his hand.  “I’m Jason Parks and
I organized this gathering.”  

I took his proffered hand, shook it and replied, “I’m Fred
Phillips.  Glad to meet you.  I’m new to this.  Almost missed it
when I didn’t see anybody on the beach.”

“Nice to meet a new member of our organization,” he said. 
“Here let me offer you a drink,” and he picked up a glass of
slightly golden liquid.”  I accepted it and sipped.  Very good
flavor I thought.

The cook picked up the three items on the grill: two nuts and an
cock, and placed them on a small platter. He then proceeded to
slice them carefully then picked up the tray and carried it to a
central table.  The crowd moved in and each person picked on
one tiny slice and popped it into his or her mouth.  

“Here, Fred,” said Jason, handing me a slice, “You might as well
get your piece too.  Before it’s all gone.”

The piece he offered me was obviously from a ball.  Gingerly I
sampled it and to my amazement, found it quite tasty.  “Mmmm,
pretty good.”

Looking around I noticed that after the cock and balls were
devoured, many of the men had bulges in their swim trunks.  I
suddenly realized that I did too.  Jason looked down at mine and
said, “I see you have the same reaction that most men have upon
eating another man’s cock and balls. It is rather exciting isn’t it
and feels like a real aphrodisiac.”  He placed his hand on my arm
and continued, “If you’d like we could disappear for a few
minutes and take that next step you really want.”  His smile was
so inviting.

I nodded and he took my hand leading me from the crowd farther
up the beach.  Here and there I noticed other pairs were moving
away looking for some bit of privacy.  Several hundred feet later
we found a small sand dune which cut us off from the sight of
the others and he pulled me behind it.  Quickly he dropped his
shorts and was tugging at my swim suit.  “I’m sure glad I found
you first, Fred,” he said as I pulled my swim suit off.  “You have
a beautiful cock.”  

I looked at the magnificent slightly curving shaft extending out
from his crotch and smiled, “and so do you, Jason.  It’s truly a
lovely thing.”  And with that I knelt in the sand and began to
suck him.  He pressed my head to his crotch as he began to thrust
his hips forcing his cock deep into my mouth.  A moment later
he shot off and I swallowed all of it.  With that he knelt next to
me and kissed, a warm pleasant taste of my cum passing into my
mouth on his tongue.  I felt so unbelievably horny.  And a bit
dreamy as well.  Suddenly I was looking out through my eyes as
though my body belonged to someone else.  

Jason felt my hard erection and smiled.  “It’s a lovely cock, Fred. 
I believe the others would agree that it’s time for more snacks. 
Don’t you agree,” he said with a broad smile.  I nodded and said
as if in a dream, “Yes, it is.  Time for more cock.”  Jason stood
and took my hand.  “Come on, Fred, the carving knife is right
over here,” and we walked back to the crowd now seeing Jason
lead me back.  I felt proud that Jason had chosen my cock and
balls.  It was such an honor to realize that in a few moments they
would be on the grill and I would be without them.  I smiled.  

Jason sat me on a chair build a little higher than usual and swung
a wooden tray between my legs.  “Spread them a bit more, Fred,”
he said, touching  my thighs.  I opened my legs more as he
indicated and he pushed the wooden tray until it was under my
cock and balls.  Someone handed Jason three pieces of twine. 
The first he tied around the base of my cock, “so I don’t bleed
too badly,” the second a bit higher up my hardened cock, “to
keep the juices in,” and the third very tightly around the base of
my balls, “to ease the blood flow,”  

“Ready, Fred,” he asked and I nodded.  Holding my now
throbbing and excited cock in one hand, he carefully  placed the
blade of the carving knife between the tied cords and began to
saw back and forth.  I watched erotic fascination as the knife cut
through my cock and in a moment was free and in Jason’s hand. 
He placed it on the platter next to me and looking at me he said,
“you handled that beautifully.  No screaming at all.”  I smiled
and nodded, “I can’t feel a thing.”  

“That’s good,” he said as he prepared to cut my nuts off.  Again I
watched as he carefully placed the heavy knife as close to the
cords that tied them off and again the sawing motion as he cut
through them.  Again I felt the erotic thrill of watching my loss. 
Jason carefully picked up my severed sack and placed in on the
platter.  I saw the cook pick it up and move away.  In a moment I
heard the sizzle of my organs now cooking and smelt the
delicious aroma of cooking flesh.  My flesh.  

Jason helped me stand and two men lifted me.  “These men will
take you to our surgeon who will prepare you for your life as a
eunuch,” he said.  I thanked him and was helped across the sand
to a small tent I had not noticed before.  As the men carried me
off, I notices the two burly guards admitting another man.  This
time I heard on comment to the other, we are getting a good
heard today.  His cock looked large even before Jason gets
another blow job.  

Then I was at the tent and inside.  A man in a white smock
approached as the men placed me on the table.  

Now I’m alone with the doctor.  He smiles and says, “I’m going
to make you look.”  

I don’t recall much after that.  I woke up on my beach blanket
and suddenly remembered what had happened.  I grabbed my
crotch and felt nothing, my cock and balls were definitely gone. 
And so was the party where I lost them.  I’ve been back to that
beach many time but I still haven’t seen the same group.