I asked my wife if this would work? She smiled at me and said that makes me wet. Can you remain like that for a long period? I said it's not uncomfort...able but I cant set down. She asked why? I sat I'll set on my balls. Well I'll have to come up with something else she said. But not really having them removed I studered. She said we will see.Over the next week I kept thinking that she would actually have me castrated just to win Man's contest. The party was getting closer and I commented to her. One it was so damn dark and for one growing up in the Los Angeles area and now being out in the middle of nowhere this was like nothing I had ever dealt with. The second was my cousins. I knew they had all been told before my arrival that their cousin was a bit of a sissy. They were told that I preferred Michelle rather than Michael and that my peers back home referred to me as Sissy Michelle. It was a term meant to cause hurt but only affirmed what I knew I was. They had been told of my liking. NOTE... I did not say hard. He WAS hard for an 11 year old. But I was notgoing to allow him to feel like a man! Oh no.... he was begging not to bea boy anymore. And I was going to assist him.He seemed frantic in his effort to buck his ass against my warm penis andthrust his penis against my hand. I whispered in his ear... gentlyblowing into it... even gently nibbling his lobe.I whispered, "Chase... I can promise you that you will never be a boyagain if you want. You have to beg me thought. Do. The stream was merely a meter wide, and I could see small spiny fish frolicking in the small eddies formed by the tumbling waters. Gently placing the remote on a decaying stump, I waded into the cool brisk water as the sounds of the forest soothed my senses. After a refreshing break, I stumbled onto a rich grassy slope and bathed in the sun while studying the remote more carefully. There were no manufacturer trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was blue. On the.