I am a fellow whose great dream for forty-five years has been to be neutered. I started going through puberty when I was eleven. When I was 12, I started having sex with other boys, mainly mutual masturbation and blow-jobs. When I was 13, I learned about eunuchs. I then spent four decades in denial, living a life I did not enjoy. Publicly, I was always married or had a girl-friend but, from time to time, I'd surrender and let my ass be abused or suck off a guy. Some of my happiest memories are of working truck-stops in the 1970's: seamless transactions, hairy truckers who wanted to come, and me, who just wanted warm come down my throat. But, then came AIDS and that put the kibosh on that.

I have very low testosterone levels and have difficulty getting an erection and almost never ejaculate. I love being humiliated by powerful women. I am fortunate to be married to my wife. She just had a knee replaced. She came home yesterday. Her two nieces came over to check on her. She told them about her physical limitations and mentioned that she wasn't to have sex for two months and then said, "not that this will bother Marc -- he generally can't get it up". Her nieces were shocked. I loved it. If you acknowledge the truth, it never hurts.

I still get the URGE to have sex -- I go out in public and see a nice rack on a woman or, even better, a guy with a package in his pants, and I get horny. But I know I cannot perform. So that is why I am getting myself neutered. It certainly won't affect my performance but might cut out that annoying sex drive.

Marc

..

alba6789 (imported) wrote: Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:00 am . I started going through puberty when I was eleven. When I was 12, I started having sex with other boys, mainly mutual masturbation and blow-jobs. ...

Marc

Marc, this is a somewhat familiar story. I too started into puberty at 11. My first introduction to sex was an impromptu threesome with a 14-year old girl and boy. After that I had sex with other boys until I was 15 and went to my first make-out party. The parents went elsewhere and it got a bit out of hand. I licked my first pussy that night and knew, immediately, what side of the fence I was on. As a young lady I told the story to, a few years ago, said, "One lick and we gotcha!"

While I have not had any urge to seek out relations with a man since, I did enjoy it when I did it and am definitely not homophobic. The fascination with being an eunuch comes from medical problems making me one albeit functional.

The problem of a wife who has sex as the last thing on her mind, and after all the years of living with you, knows all the buttons to push to turn you off and humiliate you if you bring it up is altogether too familiar to many of us. The relationship works fine as long as the "S" word is not mentioned, or even implied. If I did not sleep in the nude, I am certain that my wife would not even notice if I had myself castrated unless she saw the bill. Sounds like you may be in the same position.

I wish you well!

Welcome, Brother Marc. We have much in common.