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Now, well over six years later, I am amazed at how the time has passed so quickly. When my urologist (who is a eunuch) agreed to castrate me, I leaped at the opportunity. However, not a day passed by that I did not think about being castrated or even completely emasculated. In truth, I enjoyed each and every woman and, quite frankly, I was good in bed. As the years passed by, I certainly had my fair share of sex with the opposite sex. I also liked the idea of having to sit to pee. A girl and I watched each other pee and I became envious of the female's lack of external sex organs. My fascination with having myself castrated probably began when I was about ten years old. My only regret is that I wish that I had been castrated much earlier in life. After six-plus years, I can emphatically state that I absolutely do not miss my testicles or my scrotum. I like how it feels (with no testicles or scrotum between my legs). I have now been a eunuch for almost seven years and obviously, I will remain so for the entire rest of my life. It represents a major, life-long change which you must be willing to accept on a daily basis.Īs a bit of background, I was castrated in June 2001 and half a year later I had my empty scrotum removed. Castration is not for the faint of heart. It would be an understatement to say that I took the road less traveled when I voluntarily had myself castrated.
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There is a poem written about a century ago by Robert Frost that reads in part: