A Young Man Settles Down

A young man finds happiness with an older woman, though not quite in 
the way he had expected.

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My journey began a few years ago when I was a horny
young "stud" of 24. At the time I was working as a
delivery man. One of the companies I regulary made
deliveries to was owned by a georgous woman named
Kay who was in her late 30s. It was a small company
in terms of employees so it was natural that I would
often deal with her directly.

I'd always had a thing for older women and she seemed
to like me as well. Eventually it became customary for
us to spend a little time chatting whenever I was there
making a delivery.

One Friday as I was leaving she gave me her home number
and suggested that I call her that evening. I was really
in cloud nine for the rest of the day! I'd half-jokingly
asked her out a few times before but never thought she'd
agree. It's not like I was deprived. I usually had a
girlfriend but fortunately I didn't at the time.

Anyway, she invited me to her place for a visit
and I ended up staying the night. She was much more
interested in me than she'd let on and there was a
real spark between us. I ended up staying the night
and she was flat out awesome! She's about 5'6", trim,
fit, long light brown hair and well proportioned and
a generous 38C - and very passionate!

We began seeing each other regularly and it wasn't 
long before she suggested that I move in with her.
We were laying in bed talking about it after a 
round of lovemaking.

"This is great," she said "but I'd really like having
someone here to give me a backrub at the end of the
day when I'm tired. Also I'd be able to keep an 
eye on you."

"You don't think I'd run around on you, do you?" 
I said. "You're the most awesome, beautiful 
woman I've ever been with. I couldn't wish for better."

She grinned and said, "Its nice of you to say so,
but eventually you'll probably get tired of an old
lady like me run off with some sweet young thing."

I protested but she wasn't buying it. 

"I'm sure you mean it now, but guys, especially young
guys like yourself can't seem to help themselves."
She reached down and began massaging my balls and
said "Well, I could always have you fixed before
you lost interest" she said with a smile. "THEN
you'd stay with me."

I was a little shocked but decided to play along, 
besides, the suggestion of being castrated along
with her gentle fondling was making me hard again.

"That would kind of cut out the sex, wouldn't it?
I asked. "Wouldn't you miss it? I know I would!"

She rolled over on top, looking down at me and caressing 
my hair. "It doesn't have to mean giving up sex. With
testosterone patches or Viagra you don't need balls to
get hard. It just means that you're not wanting it all
the time, and pressuring me for it when I don't feel like
it. I DO like it though. Don't misunderstand. Anyway, a
lot of things don't require a big ole hard on."

I wasn't sure what to say but having her talk like
that about having me nutted was really turning me
on and I said so.

She giggled and said that she'd noticed. "And it gets
me hot too." She kissed me passionately and said in a
husky voice," Well, my young stud, before I make you
a gelding lets make use of this....."


I soon moved in with her and life was great. During sex
we frequently talked about castration and it added a lot
of spice. Sometimes she would have me play at being a eunuch
and train me in the ways she wanted to be pleasured and
pampered. Also she told me that she had a friend who's
husband was a eunuch - for real. She wouldn't say who
but said that they were both happy with the situation.
"That's what got me to thinking about it," she said.
"It can be a good life, even for the guy. Of course a
man dreads loosing his balls, but once he has and has
made the adjustment it no longer bothers him. He doesn't
miss a desire he doesn't feel. And its nice for the
woman to have a male around who is truly sensitive to
her needs and doesn't mind fulfilling them."

I did feel uneasy at times, wondering just how serious
she was, but I didn't really worry about it much. She
was a great person to be with: fun, intelligent, very
attractive and sexy as hell. Sure, I gave other
women the eye and often flirted, but I didn't
cheat on her, even though I was tempted at times.

Since moving in with Kay I'd been learning about 
massage. She taught me what she knew and beyond that
we'd been learning together. We would trade off
massaging each other and it was great, both giving
and receiving, though sometimes I'd end up with
a bad case of blueballs.

One afternoon when I got home she asked me to get set
up to give her a massage after dinner. The works, candles,
incense and everything. "I have something special in
mind for you if you do a really good job," she said
with a grin. 

Well, I got everything ready and could hardly wait for
dinner to be over, but I knew better than to hurry. When
we finally got to it I took extra care with each step
and drew the session out to about two hours. It wasn't
like it was a chore. It was a pure pleasure to spend the
time stroking and caressing her. When I was finished she
sat up, hugged me and said that I'd done a great job. Then
she led me to bed where I had the greatest night of my life.
She'd been passionate and skilled before but this was
something else. She said this night was for me and she
did all the things I liked best and I few I hadn't known
about but really enjoyed. Sometime in the early hours I
finally ran down and drifted off to sleep.

I slept pretty late and when I finally woke up I found 
that I couldn't move. I had been tied down to the bed.
I thought maybe it was intended as another surprise.
Well, she would be surprised as I was worn out and
not capable of providing much action. Little did I know.

Kay came in when she heard me calling. To get to the
point, my puzzlement soon turned to ice cold fear when
she told me that "Today is the day." The time of the
much talked about castration - "gelding" as she called
it - had arrived. She expained that the female friend 
who's husband was a eunuch was a also a doctor and that
she was here to fix me up, just as she'd done for 
her husband. 

"I know you feel you're not ready, but it really 
is for the best," she said. "Better to do it now 
while you still want me rather than waiting until
you began to lose interest. I didn't tell you it
was going to be today because I didn't want to 
frighten you or scare you off. After all our talk
I feel sure that you do want this, or can at least
accept it. It would have been great if you could
have freely asked me to have you gelded but I
realize you couldn't quite bring yourself to.
So I arranged for Katherine to come over and do
it this morning and gave you one last special night.
And honestly I wanted to enjoy being the mare to your
stud one last time before having you gelded."

I was stunned and couldn't quite believe what was happening.
She called in and introduced me to her friend Katherine
who explained that it wouldn't take long and that it
wouldn't hurt, though I would be sore for a while
afterward. And that based on her personal experience 
I would soon get over the shock of losing my balls 
and in time would become quite content and not miss them. 

As she opened my sack and removed my balls, which had
still ached from much recent use, Kay cradled my head
and soothed me as best she could. It was unreal and
frightening but exciting at the same time. It was
happening for real! We'd talked about this many times 
but I'd always convinced myself that it was fantasy talk. 

I was given a sentative which put me to sleep for the
rest of the day. A good thing as I might have made
myself crazy if I'd stayed awake.

That was three years ago and I have to admit that
they were both right. I'm still living with Kay, very
happily and our relationship is much deeper and closer
than it was or might have ever been. During those first
days I often felt depressed and resentful. But I soon
adjusted. I'm much calmer and even-tempered these
days and I find Kay to be as beautiful as ever. I was
surprised and pleased to learn that I still enjoyed
touching and looking at her. The feel of her large,
firm breasts is still enjoyable, its just that I no
longer feel the passionate, ever-present drive to 
fuck her. Its simply a pleasure to be with her. Kay
is now my closest friend as well as lover. If I have
any regrets its that I didn't come out and ask to
be gelded as she wished, rather than just letting
it happen. But that's a small thing now and I'm
simply glad that I'm her's.