Jack Miller had been interested in sports and especially in coaching since boyhood. Owing to a mild case of cerebral palsy, he had poor coordination and realized early on that he could never be a professional athlete. Coaching, though, appealed to him, and he decided to go to Springdale College and major in physical education and coaching.

In the summer between his senior year of high school and his freshman year at Springdale, Jack's father, Dr. Ralph Miller, caught him buttfucking a younger boy. He realized then that Jack was both homosexual and pedophilic. Ralph pointed out to Jack that, though these tendencies might not get him into trouble in college, if he got a job teaching physical education in high school or junior high, he would be in great danger of getting into serious trouble. not only of losing his job but of ending up in prison.

"I know that coaching is your lifelong dream, Jack, but your sexual orientation is at odds with it. Despite claims to the contrary, no one has ever "cured" or "converted" a homosexual to a heterosexual. The tendency to pedophilia just exacerbates the problem. Unless these tendencies can be nullified or strongly controlled, you SHOULD NOT go into coaching at the public school level. " explained Dr. Miller.

"Well, you're a doctor, what can I do about it Dad ? There's nothing else I want to do with my life. All I've ever been interested in is sports, but I'm not physically fit to be a professional athlete." "Well, frankly, son, you're not psychologically fit to be a coach, except at the college or professional level. You MUST NOT COACH kids ! The only solution I can see is to reduce your sex urge to such a low level that there would be no problem in controlling it." "How ?" "Castration" "WHAT ? How can I be a coach if I'm a eunuch ?" "By taking just enough testosterone to keep your body from being weakened or feminized, but not enough to give you much of a sex urge."

"In other words, I have to choose between my career and my sex life." "Exactly"

"When ?" "This Summer, no later than August."

Jack worried and fretted throughout June and July. He didn't intend to make a career of coaching at the junior high or high school level, but he'd probably have to start at those levels before he could get a job coaching at the college or professional level. Even in college, he'd have to be careful, though all of his students would be over the age of consent. But, what the hell ? he'd had to be careful in high school too. It just part of being queer. Still, it hadn't been easy, and there were some close calls.

By going into coaching, though, he'd be putting himself in that kind of situation all the time.

Finally, Jack decided that sports and coaching were more important to him than sex. So, he approached his father about being castrated. First, though, he had to ask one question that had been nagging at him. "Dad, why weren't you more upset when you caught me having sex with Jimmy ?" "Because it was consensual. Jimmy was over the age of consent, though, just barely. But, mainly because I had sex with other boys in my teens also. I'm bisexual and I made a conscious choice to lead a heterosexual life. Obviously, it didn't work very well. I don't think your mother suspects why our marriage was a failure, but I know. "

"Well, I realize that a coaching career with me as attracted to other and younger boys as I am wouldn't work either. I've decided to choose my career over sex." "Well, Jack, remember that it's not an irrevocable choice. If you thought that you would ever want to marry and have kids, it would be, unless you made deposits in a sperm bank first, but if that doesn't interest you, if ever you decide that you made the wrong choice, all you have to do is take a larger dose of testosterone."

"I'm ready whenever you are , Dad." "Tomorrow morning at 9:00." The operation was routine, performed in Dr. Miller's office under local anaesthesia. Jack's severed testicles were preserved in a jar of formalin. Two weeks later, Jack resumed all his normal activities on a low maintenance dosage of testosterone. He found that he had very little sex urge but that he could still masturbate if he wanted to.

When Jack arrived at Springdale College, there were two things he did not bring with him: a jockstrap and a razor. His roommate, Ben, on the other hand, had balls the size of limes and unpacked a dozen jockstraps because he wore one all day every day. Jack soon noticed that Ben jerked off in bed every night and spent a lot of time in the john every day. Ben also talked in his sleep mostly about somebody named Larry, especially when he was having a wet dream.

Finally, one night when Ben was lying on his back with a boner and moaning about what good head Larry gave him, Jack slipped over to his bed and went down on Ben just as he was about to come. While he was sucking out the last drops of Ben's load, Ben woke up and realized what was going on. He laughed and said "Shit. I wish I'd known in September that you're gay. I wouldn't have had to jack off so much." "Well, now you don't have to any more. I'm available whenever you need relief."

Ben was rather surprised that a eunuch would even be interested in cocksucking, but Jack assured him that he enjoyed it just as much as he had when he had balls. Jack had also discovered that, though he didn't get anywhere as excited as he had in high school, and didn't get a boner, he still enjoyed looking at the bodies of the other guys in the showers. It was nice to be able to enjoy it and not have his body betray his interest.

Jack and Ben arranged to be roommates for the entire four years they spent at Springdale. Jack blew Ben about 5 times a day and got jerked off in return whenever he wanted it. Ben, though queer, didn't worry about it because he was attracted only to adults, and didn't feel that it would interfere with his career.

Of course, everybody in all of his gym classes noticed that Jack had no balls, but he said that he had had an accident and nobody pursued the matter any further. To Ben, though, he told the truth. Ben was shocked and said that he wouldn't have had the courage to make that choice.

College days must come to an end, though, and college friends must part and go their own ways. Ben got a job teaching Phys. Ed and coaching football in a high school in upper New York state. Jack got a job at a very posh prep. school, Braxton Academy. The boys were 14 through 17 years old and Jack found them very attractive. He was glad that he had been castrated, for he surely would have got in trouble with some of them if he hadn't.

Jack taught Health & Hygeine, Physical Education (mostly calithenics), and swimming. He coached soccer and lacrosse. His office was in the locker room, directly across from the shower room. He had a view directly into the shower room while sitting in his office. The field of view was poor, though. He couldn't see the boys near the front of the room.

He did notice one boy who would always leave the shower room with a boner which he hadn't had when he entered. He apparently showered in the front of the shower room, outside of Jack's view. He also noticed boys going behind the lockers, usually in pairs, but couldn't see what they were up to.

Speculating about their activities provided the basis for Jack's best masturbation fantasies. But he would have loved to be able to see what they were doing. Amongst the junk mail which Jack received at the school was a security equipment catalog. Browsing through it one day, he noticed some very small wireless security cameras, easily concealed and almost unnoticeable. The receiver would handle four cameras and display their output as selected through a computer's monitor.

Jack had a computer in his office and the cameras were not very expensive. All he needed was access to the locker room for a while when no one else was around. To his surprise and delight, Jack was asked to take a day or two of his Spring Break to inventory the athletic equipment while the gymnasium was closed for Break. He assured the administration that he was quite willing to do so.

By the time Spring Break was over, there were two cameras concealed in two corners of the ceiling of the shower room, one over stall #4 in the boys' room, the only one that had a door that could be latched, and one looking down into the area behind the lockers. Jack could choose to display whichever he wished on his computer monitor.

After the first gym class after the boys had returned. Jack tried the camera in stall #4. BINGO ! Marty Hendricks was in there jerking off into the toilet. For a 14-year-old, he shot an impressive load. Jack switched to the ceiling camera at the back of the shower room and was amazed to see three boys jerking off openly in the shower room, out of sight through the door. Neil Gordon and Stuart Flint, both with boners, looked around furtively and then slipped behind the lockers. The light back there was dim, but Stuart could clearly be seen blowing Neil.

Jack stood up and jerked off into the waste paper basket. The first test of the locker and shower room surveillance system was an outstanding success. Now, if he were to hook a VCR up to the computer, he'd have a permanent record of their

sexual peccadilloes which just might be useful. It was worth thinking about.

An hour later, there was another class hitting the showers. Stall # 4 had two occupants, Jeremiah Worthington IV was holding onto his ankles while Alexander Chamberlain gave him a seminal enema much of which spurted back out onto his own belly. For the moment, nothing was going on in the shower room. However, behind the lockers, someone, perhaps W. Burton Ackerly, was playing "Lucky Pierre" , blowing Terrence Aloysius Mulcahey and being reamed in the butt by Sylvestre Legendre.

Jack was beginning to wonder if anybody in the whole damned student body was straight. Back to the shower room, all but two of the boys had left. Taking advantage of their solitude, those two were kissing and groping each other. One of them dropped to his knees and went down on the other who was clearly Donald Nickerson. The cocksucker proved to be Drew Pinkham.

Jack went to a split-screen format so that he could watch the threesome behind the lockers and the two in the showers simultaneously. Ackerly was creaming all over the floor while gulping Mulcahey's cum down . Legendre was pulling out of his ass, a few drops of jism still dripping from his dick. When Donald Nickerson came in his mouth, Drew Pinkham dumped a large load of jism onto the shower room floor.

The next bunch worth watching would be the rough tough soccer team. Jack put them through their paces for an hour and a half of intensive practise before letting them hit the showers. If any of them were queer, they were probably too tired to fuck around. Ah youth ! How wrong he was. They all crowded into the shower room together and three of them blocked the doorway with their bodies so that no one outside could see what was going on .

What it was was an orgy. No swishy cocksucking here. It was all strictly anal. The guys blocking the door weren't left out. Some of their buddies backed up to them and impaled themselves on their rigid prongs. After a while they were replaced by 3 others so that they could take it up the ass also. Nobody got left out. Everybody fucked and everybody got fucked. Watching them with the two ceiling cameras in split-screen, Jack jerked off for the third time.

Jack realized that jerking off just wasn't good enough. He wanted somebody to blow and he wanted somebody to buttfuck him . Well, as soon as he had some incriminating videos to ensure their cooperation and silence, he'd take care of that.

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