UROLOGY NURSE IV
I had him lie on his side so his major curve was down word and when I engulfed him his dick fit well over my tongue and never hit the back of my throat. When I tightened my lips, sucked, and slowly withdrew I was rewarded with a nice little gift of precum. One day I would taste man juice I didn't enjoy, but not today. His was yummy. I moved his organ in and out slowly and swirled my tongue around it while I fondled his nutsac. It surely didn't take long before me moaned and coated my tongue with sweet cum. I swallowed the lot and kept my tongue busy until he was empty.
I expected him to ask if he could return the favor but all I was offered was a sincere thank you.
It was an uneventful few days until Miss Margot Evans was ushered into my examining room by the secretary. She was a handsome lady. Thirty two. Tall, my six foot one height in heels, strawberry blonde, with tasteful subtle makeup. Her handshake was firm and her smile turned her face from pretty to really lovely. She stood by my desk and when asked how I could help, she said, "I want to have my testicles removed."
My mouth fell open. I was dumbstruck! She opened her exam gown and I was looking at a gorgeous cock above a pair of large balls with a little tuft of curly red hair above an otherwise cleanly shaved pube. As I stared, her tool began to rise. "Please excuse me, I don't usually react this way," she said. I told her that her penis was probably just reacting to a very appreciative gay man. "My clitoris you mean," she said. I carefully examined her very pretty 'nads and, responding to my touch, her cock was now fully erect and pointing straight out. All eight inches of a lovely organ with a beet red oversized very swollen glans. I asked her why she would want to be castrated and she said, "Well, they cause much too large a bulge in a bathing suit and much, much too big a lump in panties," she said.
I reminded her that castration would stop erections of her "clitoris" let alone ending climaxes. "Oh no, with the hormone cocktail I take my clitoris would be fully functional. I enjoy my orgasms far too much to give them up."
I told her that I am something of an expert judge of genitalia since my job entails looking at scores of them every week. "And you are carrying a package of undeniable unique beauty. It would be a real shame to destroy that. It's sort of like turning a kid loose in the Louvre with a can of paint and and a big brush to tidy up Van Gogh's masterpieces."
She said that her mind was made up and that was that but I responded with, "Look, this is a huge decision that is irreversible. I'm sure this is a decision you have carefully thought out but I'm serious about sparing that gorgeous package. Let me take you out to dinner tonight and we can talk some more." She couldn't take me up on it but we agreed to meet at The Orchid, a Thai restaurant aptly named, two nights hence.
Margot turned out to be appreciative of good beer and The Orchid offered a large selection for us. She was a beauty and garnered many an appreciative glance from the male customers. And a good conversationalist and we talked about many things having to do with her transition to her new sexual identity. We lingered after dessert, kept talking and I finally fessed up, "You're going to think I'm ridiculous with what I'm about to say considering I have only known you so briefly, but I'm serious, so put up with me for a bit. I'm gay, no virgin, I've been with more than a few men but never have I felt like this before. I am attracted to you like a four ton magnet and I really want to get to know you better, much better." We continued to talk until the restaurant closed for the night.
She invited me over for dinner on Friday night, said it would be Italian fare and I offered to bring the wine. When I arrived with a bottle of Chianti she turned up her nose I told her this was first class stuff and not like the cheap junk she drank in college. We opened the bottle and enjoyed it while she finished up the preparations, talking the whole time.
Her lasagna was superb. She was wearing short shorts which showed off a nice pair of long legs. We tarried over dinner, a good helping of spumoni, cleaned up the dishes and finished up the wine. No surprise, the conversation turned to sex. "I won't say I haven't been hit on, I have. But I'm gun shy. I guess all men aren't rough, selfish, crude and only interested in getting their rocks off, but so far that's been my experience. So pardon me if I seem standoffish but I've about given up on Hollywood romance."
I pointed out that she was a delectable dish visually, so what she had experienced was no surprise. But she also radiated intellectual depth and a sweetness that I felt when I first met her. We never got around to discussing her castration and I didn't feel like bringing it up. She was the junior partner in a well regarded home decorating store and apologized for calling the evening to an end but not before she agreed to dinner and dancing at a neat little pub with a smooth trio. I hesitated at the door and she sent me home with a little peck on the cheek and a "You're sweet," goodbye.
Saturday night seemed like an eternity to arrive. She was on my mind a lot and not just her lovely cock. She was wearing a gorgeous green sheath dress and she danced as well as she looked. We stayed until closing time and by the time we left we had been dancing as close as two people can get. She had to be aware of my boner poking her but she didn't pull away. We held hands like school kids driving home. This time I got a very nice long kiss at her doorstep. I was surprised when she suggested I stay for a little tot of Bailey's Irish Cream.
Bailey's doesn't go down like beer, it wants to be delicately sipped and I wanted the evening to last anyhow. We sipped and talked, my arm around her on the couch. Before the Bailey's gave out my patience and my 'nads did. I kissed her again and this time I felt her tongue on my lips. I let her in and we traded tongues for a bit and I put a hand on her breast. It was firm and I immediately felt her nipple harden. I asked if I could kiss it and she unjipped her dress to the waist. Surprise, no bra! I kissed it, licked it and when I began to suck it I felt her hand on my woody.
TO BE CONTNUED