Over time the modeling grew into a huge layout of tracks, mountains, buildings and scenery like that he remembered from a trip out West.

As Phil graduated high school his classmates would taunt him about playing with choochoo's. Yet as he had matured so also did his looks.

A fine form of a young man was Phil. Broad shoulders, a good 6'6" tall he worked his summer vacation as a brick tender. Strong and handsome he became to where the ladies looked on him as one real prize.

Yet his real love was those trains. So it happened one terrible day when a switch operating machine placed under the train table malfunctioned.

Phil crawled under the table looking at the problem. It should of been replaced but that incurred a lot of fine detailed fumbling and work.

The problem could be fixed by soldering the broken part.

Crawling back out from the confines below the train table he went and got his soldering gun and a roll of quick melting solder.

Again he crawled under the train table below the switching yard to fix the switch machine that changed directions above of the flow of cars in the yard.

The soldering gun was clicked on and he held the trigger on making the point glow bright red, and hot.

A touch of the solder to the gun's red tip coated the tip with the silver solder making for a better conveience of the heat into the broken part.

Try after try but the part would not accept the solder. Phil was getting a little nervous with each try as building up on the hot tip was now a fair sized drip of 750 degrees F solder.

Like in slow motion he watched the dip suddenly build and then snip its attachment to the solder gun's hot tip. Down it fell this burning hot drip of solder, it was liquid metal and Phil laying there was going to get burned.

Always dressed as Mister casual Phil was today working downstairs in a T-shirt and shorts. Barefoot he was always warned by his Mother to put on shoes less he step on a nail.

Splat !

The hot drip of solder his the shorts burning through the thin cloth like a knife going through butter.

Phil's most horrid thoughts at that moment were realized as the searing blob of hot metal fell and then hitting the bare skin spread out into a postage stamp size puddle. Hitting his penis right on the knob it burned making Phil scream and jump up.

Up went his head in the confines of that small space. The table's wood bottom not giving an inch held its place in space and time.

WHAM !

Phil slammed his forehead into the table as the searing hot soldering gun fell from his hand.

Insult to injury as the gun fell from just above and where the solder dripped down to, it fell down also.

Dazed from hitting his head with such force Phil screamed of pain as the still very hot soldering gun fell and hit his groin. The red hot tip burning a bigger hole in through the shorts took to searing the skin of his testicles.

Again Phil jumped and slammed his head into the table under side.

Dazed first time, he was out cold this second time.

The extremely hot soldering gun took to burning into the skin covering Phil's testicles. It had become so hot that even with blood now ozzing from the wound is sizzled making a horrid smelling smoke.

Phil's father was not far away and the smell of burning skin and blood sent him down the stairs to the train room.

A day later as Phil lay sedated in the hospital his Father was asking the Doctor about the injury.

"Phil's sex life is now a part of history!" said the Doctor. "Not only did the soldering gun burn the skin but it also entered one testicle rendering it's function so badly we removed it. The solder seared a burn on the tip of his penis making it now appear almost flat on the end. I suspect he will have a lot of residual pain for some time to come. This pain like those of people after surgery would induce quite a lot of pain when or during sexual intercourse. I think he'll have to play trains to have any real joy in life!" suggested the Doctor.