Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 13:44:28 -0500
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Urology Nurse IV

			     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