An Aquarian Man's Memoirs

An Aquarian Man's Memoirs

by

Kortpeel




Looking back, I can see now that there had been a certain amount of 
wisdom in the old Judaeo/Christian ethic of female chastity. 

These days, now that female chastity is seen not only as a 
pointless form of self denial but also as politically incorrect, 
all the fun seems to have gone out of sex. It's more of an 
obligation than a pleasure. Ok - so I used to enjoy it back in my 
teens when it was still a novelty.

In childhood it was ok too. I remember my mother encouraging me to 
get and keep my erections so that when I was bigger I would "have a 
lovely big prick to make the girls happy." Even then the emphasis 
was on pleasing women. Never a thought about whether I would enjoy 
it. Mom was so keen on it that she would stroke up my prick and 
whenever she couldn't do it for whatever reason she would get my 
little sister, Beverley, to see that "Davy gets a good hard on."

Of course I used to enjoy that. It felt nice. Girls in those days 
were still a bit shy. I remember when Beverley wanted me to let her 
friends see my prick I thought it unfair that of them not to show 
me what they had. In fact that, more than anything else, was what 
held my interest in girls. I wanted to see what they had inside 
their panties. When I did get a look I was actually quite confused 
at the complexity of a vagina. Nothing seemed to correspond with 
the diagrams in the books they gave us to read.

I didn't realise it but Mom had been watching out for me to start 
wanking. The first time she found come on my pyjamas was a big day 
in her life. That very same day she dragged me along to the clinic 
to have a sperm check done. Beverley came too. Mom and Bev watched 
as the young nurse took the sample. Mom was so proud when they 
announced it was the highest count the clinic had ever had and the 
motility of the spermatazoa was perfect.

As I was in a good genetic classification they wanted to use the 
sperm for conception and Mom didn't hesitate to give her consent. I 
remember Beverley was proud of her brother that day.

At the time sexual performance training was a lot less formal than 
it is now. Mom had arranged for a distant,  older cousin to do the 
training and packed me off to spend the three weeks school holidays 
with her. Janet was 25. I would have been about thirteen. I'd met 
her a few times as I was growing up but the thing that struck me 
about Janet this time was how lovely she was.  Being trained by her 
was something I was thoroughly looking forward to. I was a bit shy 
at first with her husband, Jed, but he made me welcome and was 
friendly. They had two children and Janet mentioned that they were 
thinking about his advancement. Jed  told me that Janet was really 
looking forward to training me and that she would give me a very 
good training. It didn't seem to bother him one jot that I would be 
screwing his wife. I supposed if he was thinking about his 
advancement, he was probably quite happy for her to be occupied 
with me.

During that three week period Jed looked after the children and 
Janet looked after me. She spent a lot of time talking about how 
women think and what they want. She explained about the need for 
foreplay and the nature of female orgasm, how it was different from 
the orgasms I'd had from masturbation. She also told me how 
important it was to delay my own ejaculation until after my partner 
had climaxed. Of course at that age I was so excited that the first 
time I got to put my penis in Janet I came straight away. She was 
patient though and some ten minutes later when we tried again I 
managed a fairly satisfactory performance.

Over the three weeks I learnt some control and how to get a woman 
to climax through caresses and by licking her clitoris.  I was sad 
leave her and Jed who had both been kind and friendly to me.

Back home Beverley was so impressed that her big brother had been 
properly trained she asked me to break her hymen. She would have 
been eleven at the time. She hadn't started her periods but she was 
on the threshold of doing so. She was so sweet that I gave my best 
attention and tried to put into practice all that Janet had told 
me. Over several days of ever advancing foreplay I prepared her and 
when penetration occurred she was ready. Of course she put the word 
round to her friends and a lot of little girls wanted the same 
treatment. At that stage I was only too happy to oblige.

As I got older more and more women wanted it too, including a lot 
of wives whose husbands had gone in for their advancement.

So it was that, like most guys, I had a very active sex life in my  
teens. I had sex with most of the girls at the high school, I 
satisfied a lot of wives whose husbands had advanced and whenever I 
could I  went with Janet. Jed had gone through his advancement soon 
after I'd left them.

By the time I'd finished college I found myself trying to avoid 
some of the demands on me for sex. It was not good form to say no. 
One was supposed to honoured to be asked and eager to satisfy and 
once started, satisfaction was demanded. It was all getting a bit 
too much.

Consequently, when a pretty girl called Robyn caught my eye who 
seemed to enjoy my company and who wasn't overly demanding of 
orgasm, I entered into a committed relationship with her. Thank 
heavens that women still, for the most part, respected another 
female's  property rights. They eased their demands on me and I was 
happy to have only Robyn to satisfy. One nice thing about Robyn was 
that she was concerned for my sexual pleasure and not just her own. 
Apart from Janet once in my training and my mom and Beverley when I 
was a kid, she was the only woman who ever gave me a blow job. 
Robyn would also give me the occasional hand job.

Most woman took the view that male masturbation was a waste of a 
good opportunity for their satisfaction and resented it. For me, 
simply to lay back and enjoy Robyn's gentle caresses with no 
obligation on me to perform was one of the greatest pleasures sex 
could offer. I loved it and I loved her for it 

So I asked her to marry me. She accepted.

Not once in all the years of our marriage have I had the slightest 
inclination to have any woman other than my wife. Of course, I've 
had Janet a few times, just for old time's sake and Beverley 
because she's my sister. But to all the other millions of 
beautiful, lovely sex hungry women out there I'm off limits. What a 
relief that is.  Interestingly, as a result of that, I can enjoy a 
straight forward adult to adult conversation with a woman without 
having to worry about whether she's wanting me to pleasure her. I 
can like a woman as a person and enjoy a woman's company in a way 
that I never could before. I find that I actually like women. I 
like the way they think and see things. They have a female point of 
view on life that is quite different from a man's.

Once  Robyn and I had the two children that we planned we started 
to think about my advancement. Robyn didn't push me too hard but I 
knew that it was time I moved into management and, as they say 
these days, 'there are no balls in the boardroom.'

Of course, we enjoyed good sex together but it wasn't as important 
as it had been. Our relationship had grown into a different kind of 
love with affection as its basis, rather than lust.
My employers had made it clear to me that I had a good future with 
the company once I'd had the procedure so my advancement into 
maturity would also be an advance in status and income.

Some of the changes in life are gradual and we can accept them 
quite easily. Sudden step changes like getting married, graduating 
from college, leaving high school need to be thought about. 
Especially advancement.

So we thought about my advancement. It would be a step forward in 
life but it would mean leaving behind things that had become a part 
of me. Like when I got married it was good bye to the freedom to 
have sex with every woman in the world.  Advancement would mean I 
would no longer be able to  pleasure my wife. Being able to give 
her an orgasm with my penis meant a lot to me, even though it had 
become a relatively rare event. Robyn was reassuring about 
it. "It's nice but I'll still love you without it," she told me. 
She'd faced up to it and when pressed she pointed out that an 
occasional intercourse with some young teenager would be more than 
enough satisfaction for her.

I think what helped me finally to make up my mind was when Robyn 
took on a pupil. A friend from her schooldays had a thirteen year 
old son who'd been masturbating for almost two years. These days 
they have formal classroom training in sexual performance as well. 
He'd passed that and was now ready for the practical. Would she 
train him?

Robyn liked the idea. She'd known the boy from birth and was keen 
that he should be trained properly and she was excited by the 
challenge of it. She first made sure that I wouldn't mind before 
accepting.

When I met the kid he looked so young and childlike that it became 
perfectly clear to me that I ought to move on in life. While the 
kid was with us I gave Robyn the space she needed and she told me 
of his progress. After he'd gone she was well satisfied with her 
work. He would remember her and from time to time pleasure her for 
years to come.

I told Robyn I'd come to a decision that it was time for my 
advancement and she organised the appointment for one month's time. 
I had a last sex with Janet and Beverley. The night before the 
appointment Robyn and I had beautiful sex together. 

Next day she came with me and gave me the last ejaculation by hand 
as my testicle cords were cut.

It wasn't quite the sharp cut off in our sex life that I'd 
expected. We continued more or less as before. Then my new duties 
at the company took up more and more time and I was under pressure 
of work. The children started school and Robyn resumed her career 
so we actually had less time together. 

Now, when we can get a break and are able to have some quality time 
I bring  Robyn to a climax by caressing her. Her soft sweet lips 
bring my dormant penis to life again. These are truly acts of love 
in our marriage.

My once magnificent penis has decreased in size so that it is 
almost down to half what it was once. That reflects it's reduced 
importance in my life.  Still life goes on. Robyn sees to it that 
our son's penis gets plenty of erection. He's eleven now and she's 
watching him to see when he starts masturbating. He's a good 
looking kid. I might even envy him a little when he's into his 
teens.


In the future castration after a man has sired his children has 
become the norm. It is seen as a state of maturity and is essential 
for a man to advance in his career. Society has evolved around that 
concept. These are one man's memoirs.

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An Aquarian Man's Memoirs

by

Kortpeel




Looking back, I can see now that there had been a certain amount of 
wisdom in the old Judaeo/Christian ethic of female chastity. 

These days, now that female chastity is seen not only as a 
pointless form of self denial but also as politically incorrect, 
all the fun seems to have gone out of sex. It's more of an 
obligation than a pleasure. Ok - so I used to enjoy it back in my 
teens when it was still a novelty.

In childhood it was ok too. I remember my mother encouraging me to 
get and keep my erections so that when I was bigger I would "have a 
lovely big prick to make the girls happy." Even then the emphasis 
was on pleasing women. Never a thought about whether I would enjoy 
it. Mom was so keen on it that she would stroke up my prick and 
whenever she couldn't do it for whatever reason she would get my 
little sister, Beverley, to see that "Davy gets a good hard on."

Of course I used to enjoy that. It felt nice. Girls in those days 
were still a bit shy. I remember when Beverley wanted me to let her 
friends see my prick I thought it unfair that of them not to show 
me what they had. In fact that, more than anything else, was what 
held my interest in girls. I wanted to see what they had inside 
their panties. When I did get a look I was actually quite confused 
at the complexity of a vagina. Nothing seemed to correspond with 
the diagrams in the books they gave us to read.

I didn't realise it but Mom had been watching out for me to start 
wanking. The first time she found come on my pyjamas was a big day 
in her life. That very same day she dragged me along to the clinic 
to have a sperm check done. Beverley came too. Mom and Bev watched 
as the young nurse took the sample. Mom was so proud when they 
announced it was the highest count the clinic had ever had and the 
motility of the spermatazoa was perfect.

As I was in a good genetic classification they wanted to use the 
sperm for conception and Mom didn't hesitate to give her consent. I 
remember Beverley was proud of her brother that day.

At the time sexual performance training was a lot less formal than 
it is now. Mom had arranged for a distant,  older cousin to do the 
training and packed me off to spend the three weeks school holidays 
with her. Janet was 25. I would have been about thirteen. I'd met 
her a few times as I was growing up but the thing that struck me 
about Janet this time was how lovely she was.  Being trained by her 
was something I was thoroughly looking forward to. I was a bit shy 
at first with her husband, Jed, but he made me welcome and was 
friendly. They had two children and Janet mentioned that they were 
thinking about his advancement. Jed  told me that Janet was really 
looking forward to training me and that she would give me a very 
good training. It didn't seem to bother him one jot that I would be 
screwing his wife. I supposed if he was thinking about his 
advancement, he was probably quite happy for her to be occupied 
with me.

During that three week period Jed looked after the children and 
Janet looked after me. She spent a lot of time talking about how 
women think and what they want. She explained about the need for 
foreplay and the nature of female orgasm, how it was different from 
the orgasms I'd had from masturbation. She also told me how 
important it was to delay my own ejaculation until after my partner 
had climaxed. Of course at that age I was so excited that the first 
time I got to put my penis in Janet I came straight away. She was 
patient though and some ten minutes later when we tried again I 
managed a fairly satisfactory performance.

Over the three weeks I learnt some control and how to get a woman 
to climax through caresses and by licking her clitoris.  I was sad 
leave her and Jed who had both been kind and friendly to me.

Back home Beverley was so impressed that her big brother had been 
properly trained she asked me to break her hymen. She would have 
been eleven at the time. She hadn't started her periods but she was 
on the threshold of doing so. She was so sweet that I gave my best 
attention and tried to put into practice all that Janet had told 
me. Over several days of ever advancing foreplay I prepared her and 
when penetration occurred she was ready. Of course she put the word 
round to her friends and a lot of little girls wanted the same 
treatment. At that stage I was only too happy to oblige.

As I got older more and more women wanted it too, including a lot 
of wives whose husbands had gone in for their advancement.

So it was that, like most guys, I had a very active sex life in my  
teens. I had sex with most of the girls at the high school, I 
satisfied a lot of wives whose husbands had advanced and whenever I 
could I  went with Janet. Jed had gone through his advancement soon 
after I'd left them.

By the time I'd finished college I found myself trying to avoid 
some of the demands on me for sex. It was not good form to say no. 
One was supposed to honoured to be asked and eager to satisfy and 
once started, satisfaction was demanded. It was all getting a bit 
too much.

Consequently, when a pretty girl called Robyn caught my eye who 
seemed to enjoy my company and who wasn't overly demanding of 
orgasm, I entered into a committed relationship with her. Thank 
heavens that women still, for the most part, respected another 
female's  property rights. They eased their demands on me and I was 
happy to have only Robyn to satisfy. One nice thing about Robyn was 
that she was concerned for my sexual pleasure and not just her own. 
Apart from Janet once in my training and my mom and Beverley when I 
was a kid, she was the only woman who ever gave me a blow job. 
Robyn would also give me the occasional hand job.

Most woman took the view that male masturbation was a waste of a 
good opportunity for their satisfaction and resented it. For me, 
simply to lay back and enjoy Robyn's gentle caresses with no 
obligation on me to perform was one of the greatest pleasures sex 
could offer. I loved it and I loved her for it 

So I asked her to marry me. She accepted.

Not once in all the years of our marriage have I had the slightest 
inclination to have any woman other than my wife. Of course, I've 
had Janet a few times, just for old time's sake and Beverley 
because she's my sister. But to all the other millions of 
beautiful, lovely sex hungry women out there I'm off limits. What a 
relief that is.  Interestingly, as a result of that, I can enjoy a 
straight forward adult to adult conversation with a woman without 
having to worry about whether she's wanting me to pleasure her. I 
can like a woman as a person and enjoy a woman's company in a way 
that I never could before. I find that I actually like women. I 
like the way they think and see things. They have a female point of 
view on life that is quite different from a man's.

Once  Robyn and I had the two children that we planned we started 
to think about my advancement. Robyn didn't push me too hard but I 
knew that it was time I moved into management and, as they say 
these days, 'there are no balls in the boardroom.'

Of course, we enjoyed good sex together but it wasn't as important 
as it had been. Our relationship had grown into a different kind of 
love with affection as its basis, rather than lust.
My employers had made it clear to me that I had a good future with 
the company once I'd had the procedure so my advancement into 
maturity would also be an advance in status and income.

Some of the changes in life are gradual and we can accept them 
quite easily. Sudden step changes like getting married, graduating 
from college, leaving high school need to be thought about. 
Especially advancement.

So we thought about my advancement. It would be a step forward in 
life but it would mean leaving behind things that had become a part 
of me. Like when I got married it was good bye to the freedom to 
have sex with every woman in the world.  Advancement would mean I 
would no longer be able to  pleasure my wife. Being able to give 
her an orgasm with my penis meant a lot to me, even though it had 
become a relatively rare event. Robyn was reassuring about 
it. "It's nice but I'll still love you without it," she told me. 
She'd faced up to it and when pressed she pointed out that an 
occasional intercourse with some young teenager would be more than 
enough satisfaction for her.

I think what helped me finally to make up my mind was when Robyn 
took on a pupil. A friend from her schooldays had a thirteen year 
old son who'd been masturbating for almost two years. These days 
they have formal classroom training in sexual performance as well. 
He'd passed that and was now ready for the practical. Would she 
train him?

Robyn liked the idea. She'd known the boy from birth and was keen 
that he should be trained properly and she was excited by the 
challenge of it. She first made sure that I wouldn't mind before 
accepting.

When I met the kid he looked so young and childlike that it became 
perfectly clear to me that I ought to move on in life. While the 
kid was with us I gave Robyn the space she needed and she told me 
of his progress. After he'd gone she was well satisfied with her 
work. He would remember her and from time to time pleasure her for 
years to come.

I told Robyn I'd come to a decision that it was time for my 
advancement and she organised the appointment for one month's time. 
I had a last sex with Janet and Beverley. The night before the 
appointment Robyn and I had beautiful sex together. 

Next day she came with me and gave me the last ejaculation by hand 
as my testicle cords were cut.

It wasn't quite the sharp cut off in our sex life that I'd 
expected. We continued more or less as before. Then my new duties 
at the company took up more and more time and I was under pressure 
of work. The children started school and Robyn resumed her career 
so we actually had less time together. 

Now, when we can get a break and are able to have some quality time 
I bring  Robyn to a climax by caressing her. Her soft sweet lips 
bring my dormant penis to life again. These are truly acts of love 
in our marriage.

My once magnificent penis has decreased in size so that it is 
almost down to half what it was once. That reflects it's reduced 
importance in my life.  Still life goes on. Robyn sees to it that 
our son's penis gets plenty of erection. He's eleven now and she's 
watching him to see when he starts masturbating. He's a good 
looking kid. I might even envy him a little when he's into his 
teens.