[Note: This is a sequel to Abelard’s “A Chance Meeting”. Not one of my better efforts, I’m afraid. The original is much better.]
Summary: Getting lost on a back road leads to a new situation in life.
My gas gauge read empty and I was in the middle of nowhere and I was beginning to regret the whim that had caused me to take that side road, along with the idea that it would be nice “just for the sake of variety”. That’s when I saw Sarah Fischer’s horse farm. I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled into their yard feeling sure I would be able to get some extra gas and directions that would help me get out of those back woods.
An attractive young woman dressed in jeans and work shirt came out of the barn and invited me into the house for a cup of coffee. I gratefully accepted and as we were walking towards the house I noticed a sad faced man walking across the yard and out towards the fields.
I sat down at the kitchen table as Sarah made the coffee. “What were you doing out in the barn,” I asked. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
“Oh, no,” said Sarah, “the vet’s coming over this afternoon, and I was just getting one of my colts ready for her.”
“Is she sick,” I asked.
“It’s a he,” said Sarah, with a laugh, “and no, he’s not sick, he’s just due to undergo a certain modification to his private parts, if you know what I mean,” and she winked.
“Oh I get it,” I said, “you’re planning to have him fixed”.
“Close enough,” said Sarah, “although gelded is the usual term we use for horses.”
Just then there was a knock at the door and Sarah got up to let in a very outgoing and handsome lady in her forties whom Sarah introduced as being the vet, Felicity Lawson.
“I was just telling him about the colt,” said Sarah to Felicity. Then she turned to me and said, “Felicity and I are great friends. We always have a lot of fun together when she visits.” Sarah gave her a conspiratorial wink and Felicity laughed a pleasant, warm, friendly laugh.
“Who was that man who walked by earlier,” I asked, “he seemed so sad.”
“Oh,” said Sarah, “that was Abelard. He’s just sulking because he got gelded a couple years ago and has never really been able to accept his change in status.”
“Wow,” I said, “what happened? Did an excited horse kick him in the groin or something?”
“Oh no,” said Felicity, “nothing like that. He was visiting a couple women who where gelding a colt and all three of them ended up getting pretty turned on by it, so they got naked in the stable and started playing around with each other. Then Abelard unexpectedly found himself surrendering to his innermost secret and forbidden desires and this caused him to sweetly and submissively offer his balls to the women, who, since they both greatly enjoyed the act of gelding males, gently and lovingly accepted his offer.”
“It really was a very, very beautiful experience,” said Sarah with a sigh. “But then, the next day, when Abelard woke up and realized that he’d been gelded, that he’d permanently lost his testicles forever, he became very sulky and resentful towards us.”
Meanwhile, this talk had been a huge turn-on for me, and my pants were all tented out in front by my throbbing, bursting erection. Felicity noticed my condition and chuckled, saying “looks like I may get the chance to do two little colts today, instead of just one. Why don’t you two go into the living room and get comfortable while I go get my bag of tricks.”
Smiling, Sarah took my hand and led me into the living room and began undressing me. Soon we were both naked and sitting on the living room couch together. She gave me a long, deep soul kiss, her stiff left nipple brushing my arm, while her right hand lightly brushed my throbbing, drooling cock, up and down.
Felicity came back with her vet’s bag and started to undress herself. Soon she was sitting warm and naked on the other side of me. As she got the anesthetic hypodermic ready, Sarah broke off kissing me and softly asked me how her little pony was feeling today, and whether he was really ready to be a good and brave little pony for her. I looked deep into her eyes, gulped and nodded. Just then I winced as I felt the sting of the hypodermic needle as Felicity injected me. A few minutes later, as Sarah softly caressed my cock and murmured soothing words to me, Felicity swiftly and deftly opened my scrotum and turned me into a docile and obedient human gelding. As Felicity finished sewing me up I came in a huge gushing orgasm, spurting all over my chest and belly.
After I got cleaned up, Sarah put me to bed in the guest room. The next day she showed me the small room attached to the barn where I was to live from now on and that I would have to share with the sulky Abelard. I was to be the second gelded farm hand that Sarah had been wanting.
Later on, when I realized when I had done, what I had let myself consent to, I too began to experience a little regret.
After my scrotum had healed and Felicity had removed my stitches, Abelard and I compared the scars in our empty scrotums. They were virtually identical. Felicity’s handiwork was consistenly first rate.
Every Saturday night Sarah would invite Felictiy and a couple other of their dyke friends over for a party. They would play loud music, dance, drink vodka and ultimately have a hot and steamy little lesbian orgy right there in Sarah’s large living room. Abelard and I would have to wait on them throughout the evening, bringing them snacks, vodka and then finally, lubricant. Watching all those hot dykes licking each other’s pussies and fucking each other with strap-ons, and smelling all that hot, wet, excited lesbian pussy would always make my shriveled pecker swell a little. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.