Tim's Last Orgasm 7: Cancun Bound

Tim arrived home shortly after midnight, but it would be a long time before he slept. First there was a note on the refrigerator for him, stating that Mr. Nelson, owner of the computer store where Tim worked, wanted him to work weekends beginning tomorrow. Tim was disappointed, but he knew he could use the money so he went upstairs and sent an email saying he would be in by nine. Tim didn't even know it himself yet, but he had unconsciously made a commitment to George Nelson, and he would do whatever he could to contribute to the success of that computer store. His commitment and dedication would serve him well in the future, but of course Tim didn't know that either. Once the note was sent, he shut down the computer again and got ready for bed.

As he lay on top of the bed, wearing nothing but his briefs, Tim thought of the last two days and all that had happened. First there had been Marvin. That little scene in the back of that tailor shop had been so incredibly hot! And Marvin had made it very clear that a repeat performance, perhaps a little more intense, would be welcomed at any time! Tim's immediate reaction was to say thanks, but no thanks; but the more he thought about it, the more he thought that this could well be the start of a pleasurable relationship. The man was handsome and clean, and obviously attracted at least a little to Tim, and Tim had to admit that a frequent playmate would be nice. So he slipped out of bed and fished in his jeans pocket for the card, then slipped it into his wallet.

And then there was the prom. Had he really come out to Laura? And even more astonishing, had she really taken the news as gracefully as he remembered? She seemed almost relieved that he had no interest in her sexually! What a waste! he thought. Such a pretty girl, wasting her time with me when she could have just about any boy in school! Then he felt pangs of jealousy, realizing that she had turned down some of the very same guys that Tim himself would die for some intimacy with, but he would never have the chance. He wondered if she had it to do again, knowing what she knew now, would she have done it differently? Somehow he didn't think so.

All the same it felt good to have unloaded his secret, all his guilt and self incrimination, at least once. She had promised to keep his secret, which in Tim's mind was far too much to even hope for. Would she keep her word? Would he ever see her again? She had said that she would observe the new guidelines, would still be his friend, would still like to hang out with him. Would she keep her word? Tim realized that he didn't know if that's what he wanted or not. Maybe somewhere deep in his subconscious, Tim was wishing she would out him, taking the burden off him. But if that thought was indeed what he was wishing, it was certainly well buried. He thought of the great time he'd had dancing with her. He had never danced with a guy, and he'd always wondered what it would be like. Now he doubted that he'd enjoy it any more that he had with Laura. Could he attach some significance to that? Could it be that he... No, that was preposterous! The biggest reason he enjoyed dancing with Laura was that it was socially acceptable.

Directing his mind back to the business of preparing for a trip to Cancun, Tim thought of his plan. He thought he already had enough money to pull it off, but another two months' work wouldn't hurt. But with the latest developments, did he still want the surgery? Things had changed, hadn't they? He was looking at prospects of a sexual relationship with a pretty good looking guy, which undoubtedly would lead to meeting more gay guys. Wasn't that what he had wanted? Wouldn't it be all out the window if he suddenly presented himself to Marvin with no cock to play with?

His active imagination in full gear now, Tim fantasized himself knocking at the door of Marvin's apartment. The handsome young man opened the door and ushered him in. He was wearing a pair of light tan shorts and nothing else, revealing a very sculpted hairless chest, broad shoulders and muscular arms. There were no words spoken in this fantasy; none were required. They locked in a tight embrace and kissed deeply, then Marvin led his teenage friend down a short hall to his bedroom.

Tim, the real Tim, was breathing in gasps now as he fantasized that first meeting. He pictured himself trembling in anticipation as the young tailor slowly removed his clothes. His T-shirt was pulled over his head and discarded. Tim shuddered as Marvin sucked first his left nipple, then his right. Tim ran his shaking hands down Marvin's back, thrilling at the feel of his velvet skin covering taught muscles. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Marvin's shorts and began pushing them down. There was no underwear underneath. Marvin did the same to him. In seconds Tim was standing in his boxers, regarding the beautiful nude body of his lover.

Marvin gripped the elastic of Tim's boxers and with a quick thrust, they were around his ankles. He looked down and gasped with surprise. Tim wanted him so bad! But Marvin was hesitating now, and Tim remembered. He looked down at his own body, seeing what had so traumatized his older lover. He had no penis! None! There was a slight void in his otherwise thick bush of hair where his cock had been, and that was all! Marvin looked at him with question marks in his eyes. Tim began to cry as he remembered himself a few months earlier, being fitted for a tuxedo and being stroked to ejaculation. That would never happen again! Ever!

As Tim's fantasy slowly faded, he realized that he was more turned on than he had ever been in his life! He had felt the frustration, the hopelessness, the despair of never again experiencing the relief of an earth shattering orgasm, and it had turned him on so incredibly that he was now seconds away from an orgasm so intense that it literally hurt!

Tim flew around the computer store the next day like something possessed. Mr. Nelson had always liked Tim, had always been impressed by his dedication, his hard work. But even Mr. Nelson had never seen Tim produce like this! By the time Tim finally clocked out at 5:15, he had completely assembled, configured, and installed Windows on five computers. And he had still found time to do some searching on the Internet, printing over a dozen pages on Mexico and its history as it related to the Aztec, Inca and Maya nations. "Can you come back tomorrow, Tim?" Mr. Nelson asked. "I know you still have three weeks of school, and I don't want to interfere..."
"No problem, Mr. Nelson," Tim said cheerfully. "I'll be here by nine, if I can get Mom to drive me or borrow her car."
"Take the company van home tonight," he offered. "No one is using it on the weekend anyway."

Having the van at his disposal was an added bonus that Tim hadn't counted on, but it didn't take his keen mind long to figure out what to do with it. He didn't go directly home, but headed for Larry's house instead. He had been thinking of his trip to Cancun and all the possibilities. Tim wasn't exactly a man of the world, but he'd seen enough on the Internet to know that it was inadvisable to go off alone to a different country, to some unknown destination, without anyone knowing where he was or what he was up to. It had occurred to him that he had to have a point of contact. It was imperative that someone knew where he was at all times so that an alarm could be sounded immediately if something went wrong. There was only one person in Tim's life that could fill that bill, and the sooner he made those arrangements, the better. He pulled over to the curb in front of the house, but before he'd got out Larry appeared and hopped into the passenger seat. "You're driving the company van now?" he said with surprise.
"No," Tim replied. "I just got to take it home tonight so I could go in early in the morning."
"You worked today? After last night?"
"Yeah. I didn't know it myself till I got home last night, but Nelson got the parts for all those new computers and he wanted me to get started."
"Of course you know your mom's car was spotted last night where you two parked," Larry said with a wide grin as Tim pulled the van away from the curb. "You devil you, ya sure don't waste much time!"
"Nothing happened, Larry," Tim said.
"Don't matter whether it did or not," Larry answered. "The important thing is, your reputation got a hell of a boost."
"I'm not gonna boost my reputation at Laura's expense," Tim said with disgust in his voice. "I'll tell anyone who asks that nothing happened, and I expect you to do the same. But I wanted to talk to you, Lar. I got a big favor to ask you, an' I mean a BIG favor."
"Anything, man! What's up?"

"I'm serious, Larry. I have never been more serious in my life. What are your plans for the summer?"
"Damn, man, you make it sound ominous! Is something wrong?"
"Not really wrong, but deadly serious. So what're you doing for the summer?"
"This summer? Gee, I dunno, Tim. I'm hopin' to get a job, but I don't have one yet. Why, you got something in mind?"
"I've gotta go away, Larry," Tim said. "My parents aren't gonna know exactly where I am, and I need someone to contact, in case something goes wrong."
"Goes wrong? Tim, what're you up to? Damn, man, you sound like you're on some kinda CIA mission or something. What the hell..."

"I can't tell you the details now," Tim said. "But I need someone that I can count on to be here - someone I can contact any hour of the day or night. You still got your cell phone, right?"
"Yeah, I got it. But I dunno, Tim. I have no idea what you're planning, but it sounds like it's something you shouldn't be into. If it's that dangerous..."
"I don't think it's dangerous, but I can't be sure. So I just need someone I can count on, and you're the only one I know of, Larry. I promise, you'll know all there is to know before I leave, but I can't tell you right now because it's not all set up. Please, Larry? Believe me, it's important."
"If it's that dangerous, maybe you should let your folks in on it. Or not go at all. Damn, Tim, I've never heard you talk like this!"
"I've never been in this situation before, Larry. But if you can't help me I'll just have to take my chances. I'm goin' whether I have a safety net or not, but I'd feel better if I had that net."
"You know you got it," Larry said with reservation. "You know I could never let you go off to wherever you're going without support. I just wish you could tell me..."
"I told ya, it's not all set up yet. But as soon as it is, I'll let you in on the whole thing. And thanks, Larry, I knew I could count on you."

Tim put in another very productive day on Sunday. He had got up and was gone before anyone else in his family were awake, arriving at the store at 6 AM. He loved working in solitude, and he didn't expect anyone else to be there. As he'd done the day before, he spent any free time he had while hard drives were formatting, etc, browsing various Mexican and historical sites, printing another dozen pages. He had left Saturday's printouts scattered around the house where they were sure to be seen; this was all part of his master plan.

"You're working like something possessed," Mr. Nelson remarked when he arrived in the deserted store just after noon. Tim was just finishing the last of the sixth computer, and was quite surprised when his boss arrived. He had come in early and was quitting early so he and Laura could work the afternoon and evening on his project. "If you keep up this pace," Mr. Nelson went on, "you're gonna work yourself out of a job before the summer's over."
"I hope so," Tim replied. "I'm hoping to take off the last two weeks of summer vacation so I can go to Cancun."
"Mexico? Your family's going to Mexico this summer?"
"No, sir," Tim answered. "Not my family, just me." Tim then shared his plan, the one he would eventually use with his parents. He explained his theory that the Aztecs and Inca's shared a history with the Maya's, and the only way he felt he could prove it was to actually visit some of the ruins near Cancun and talk with some of the descendants or other experts he might find.

"Do your family know about all this?" Mr. Nelson asked.
"Not yet," Tim replied. "I know it's gonna be a tough sell for them to let me go, but I already have enough money saved, and with what I'll make this summer money should certainly not be a problem. All I have to do is convince them that I'm not goin' down there to party or get into trouble."
"Don't you think they know you better than that?"
"No, sir, they don't. Mr. Nelson, I honestly think you know me better than they do."
"I don't think that's fair, Tim," Mr. Nelson scolded. "When I spoke to your mom Friday evening she struck me as a very proud mother. She went on and on about how handsome you were in your tuxedo, what a great student you are, and how you've never given them any trouble. She even told me that she and your dad had decided it was time they gave you a little more freedom because you were becoming an adult whether they liked that idea or not. From what I've heard I think your parents love you a lot, and they're very, very proud of you."
"Yeah, I know," Tim said. "I didn't mean that to sound like we don't get along ‘cause we do. They just... well, they're not as involved in our lives as lots of parents. I don't mean it like it's a bad thing, it's just how things are."
"Well, I wish you luck. As for your taking two weeks off, I don't see that as a problem the way you're working right now. You know we have a big summer's work to do, but keep it up the way you've done this weekend and I don't see a problem in our finishing on time. I really don't know what I'd do without you, Tim."

Tim accepted Mr. Nelson's offer of a ride home gratefully. He arrived just after 2 PM to an empty house as he'd expected. The note on the refrigerator told that his parents had gone golfing, but there was no mention of Terry. Tim checked to be sure he wasn't in his room, then assumed his brother was just out and about somewhere, which was certainly not unusual for a Sunday afternoon. That was fine, Tim had some things he had to do before Laura arrived some time after three.

First, he composed a long note to the clinic in Cancun, revealing as much of his plan as had been formulated. July 18 was the date he would leave, which would place him in the clinic the morning of the 19th. He expressed his desire to visit the ruins of the Maya Indians while he was there, and to interview any possible experts in the area. This, he said, would hopefully be done during his recovery. He would plan on returning home on July 31, which would get him home just four days before school started again. He requested recommendations for places to stay and means of transportation, considering that he was too young to rent a car.

After the note was sent, Tim spent the next half hour browsing various travel sites to get a feel for airfare costs. He sent off five more notes of inquiry, then closed his email client just as the doorbell rang.

Tim wanted desperately to share his plan, all of it, with Laura, but he decided that would be pushing the envelope a little too far. He had told her he was gay and even that was against his better judgment; but he had seemingly got away with it. To expect more of her understanding would simply be too risky. If any hint of his real purpose for going to Mexico got back to his parents, the whole plan would come crashing down around his ankles and he simply could not take that risk. So he contented himself with working with her honestly on the project they planned on doing together.

Monday morning proved to be yet another challenge for Tim. By the time he arrived at school, he was horrified to learn it was all over the campus that he and Laura had left the prom early and had "done it" in some secret location. In the minds of most of their classmates, there were only two reasons for leaving the prom early: sex or alcohol, and it was common knowledge that neither Tim nor Laura was the least interested in drinking. "I'm sorry, Laura," he said when he saw her at lunch. "Honest, I never said..."
"I know you didn't," she said. "Besides, you've gotta admit it makes a good cover for your... err... ‘secret.'"
"But your reputation! Everybody thinks..."
"Let ‘em think what they want! They probably will anyway. And maybe, if you hear it enough, you might just get curious enough to make the rumors reality."
"I would if I could," he assured her. "I'm afraid it just isn't in me. I mean, I just can't...""Some guys in your position do, you know," she pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. But... well it's hard to explain but I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to.""Never say never," she said with a grin. Little did she know, Tim thought, exactly what he meant when he'd said he'd never be able to have sex with her. The thought of having such a pretty girl come as close as she could to offering her body to him without saying the words was strangely attractive; but the added thought that he would soon be physically unable to service her or anyone else was downright erotic!

By the time school was done for the year, Tim had put another piece of his plan in place, and Laura had unwittingly helped him far more than he dared hope. They had gone to see Mr. Simmons, who would be their History teacher in their senior year. Tim already knew the man was interested in anything Indian, that he was half Indian himself. Mr. Simmons was very encouraging, and suitably impressed with the work they had already done. He gave the kids his home phone number, saying that he would be in and out over the summer, but would do his best to help in any way he could whenever he was home, and that he would be more than willing to give them credit for their project next year. Tim had already told Laura that he was planning to go to Cancun before school opened, but they didn't share that part of their plan with the teacher. That would be an ace Tim would hold up his sleeve for now.

"You want to go where?" his father said in disbelief when Tim finally presented his proposition to his parents. It was the first of July, and Tim had already sent his deposit to secure his appointment at the clinic. "Tim," his father continued, "you must think I am a pretty irresponsible parent, if you think I'm gonna let you go to the other end of North America on some historical pilgrimage!"
"It's not a pilgrimage," Tim argued. "It's a research project. You know I've been working on it all summer, and Mr. Simmons my History teacher has already told me he is very impressed with what Laura and I have done."
"Next you're going to tell us that Laura is planning to go with you," his mom said."
"No, Mom, even I know better than that," Tim answered. "I wish she could go, but she's already gone on vacation with her family, and she won't be back till a couple days before school starts."

Tim's parents eyed their son curiously. They were absolutely astonished that he would even ask such a thing; but he was so serious! He seemed so sure of himself! He actually believed that they would consent to such a thing! "You have no idea what you're asking," his father said. "Tim, just for starters, a trip like that will cost a fortune! We don't have..."
"It won't cost you a dime," Tim answered. "I've saved more than enough money, and it's all paid for!" He reached into an envelope he was carrying and produced a plane ticket and reservation slip, complete with confirmation numbers. "I'm sorry I didn't wait till I got permission," he said. "I got a really great deal and I couldn't wait. I had to make the reservations right away or I would lose the special fare."

"You'll be gone two weeks?" his mom questioned as she examined the documents Tim had handed her. Tim's spirits brightened at her words. It was almost as if she already knew he was going!
"Yes, Ma'am," Tim said. "I've got meetings all set up with museum curators and Historians; I've booked trips to the Maya ruins and other historical sites. And I'm sure after I talk to the people I've got scheduled, they will put me in touch with others. I've got to do this, Mom! I just got to!"
"Why?" his father questioned. "What on earth is so all-fired important about learning the history of a native tribe that is more or less extinct?"
"They're not extinct, Dad," Tim countered. "Obviously they aren't the large empire they used to be, but they're far from extinct! That's why I have to go: to preserve their history. I'm hoping to learn things about them that even they don't know!"
"But, Cancun!" he mother protested. "I've heard so much about that place! It's a big tourist area! But you're not even talking about going to the normal tourist places, which would be bad enough! You're talking to going off the beaten track, Tim! And in another country! You have no idea what you're facing!"
"I do, Mom," he argued. "I know exactly what I'm facing! And I will never be alone. Every place I go I will be with a professor, a doctor, or a teacher. Or I will be on a well known organized tour. I'm not stupid enough to go wandering in that area by myself, Mom! I'll even go get a cell phone so I can be in touch all the time I'm gone."
"You don't even know if cell phones work down there," his father said.
"They work, Dad. I'm not goin' to some jungle in Africa! I'm only going to Cancun, and that city is as modern as Chicago! Yeah, I know there are areas that are not that great, but there are areas in Chicago I wouldn't go either."

The arguments went on for over three hours, but in the end Tim had received permission to go to Cancun. He had been on the verge of giving up when he remembered Mr. Nelson's comment to him over a month ago. "Mr. Nelson told me you said you were gonna treat me more like an adult," he reminded his mom. "If I was really an adult, I wouldn't even have to ask." That had been the clincher. Tim had never given his parents any problems, had never been in trouble of any kind. He was a good student and had never shown any inclination to party or get involved in wild sex sessions, so his parents had simply run out of arguments. He'd had to agree to phone home every day while he was away, but that was a concession he could live with. He was a little concerned about how he would manage to call on the 19th, the day of his surgery, but he decided that he'd deal with it later. He was so excited when he headed up the stairs to go to bed he was trembling. It was going to happen!

{Eric} Tim! Long time no see! Where in the world have you been? It has been weeks since we chatted.
{Tim} Hi, Eric. Yes, it has been a while. I have been working long hours, and when I am not working I am working on a research project with a friend. I do not get to chat much these days.
{Eric} What kind of research project? I thought you were out of school.
{Tim} I am but this is something special. I really do not want to talk about it until I have it completed. It is something that I have to do and Laura and I have been working very hard on it all summer.
{Eric} Anything to keep you off the streets, right?
{Tim} It is not like that Eric. This is something that is very important to me.
{Eric} like getting your cock cut off? Or have you forgot about that?
{Tim} No Eric I have not forgot. It is going to happen even sooner than I had planned. I have the arrangements all made.
{Eric} Where and when? Can I be there?
{Tim} Yeah, right, Eric. So I tell you where and when, then you show up and fuck up the whole thing. You still don't think I am serious do you?
{Eric} I know you are serious, Tim. But I keep hoping that you will let me help. Actually I keep hoping that you will forget it and let me show you the joys that can be had by abusing and punishing your penis instead of just chopping it off in some sterile uncaring medical surrounding. Actually I have been working on building a device that you might find very interesting. I got the idea in a story I read on the Eunuch Archive.
{Tim} You just don't understand, Eric. Shit man I am not sure I understand myself, but I just know what I have to do, and it doesn't include any kind of torture. As I said before I was willing to at least talk about it with you if I had no other options, but I have found exactly what I have been looking for in Mexico. I have to go now, but it's good to chat with you again. We may not chat again till after it's over, so I should say thanks for your good intentions. I am in the final countdown now.
{Eric} Please don't go, Tim! If I give you my phone number will you phone me? Please?
{Tim} Bye Eric. The next time we chat I will be nullified!
{Eric} Tim, don't leave like this! Please, man! Give me a...

Tim broke the connection before he'd read Eric's last plea. He was properly pissed off because Eric had obviously not shared his elation. Just like the others, he muttered to himself, just thinking of his own agenda and can't understand that I have my own mind and I've gotta do what I've gotta do. Desperate now for someone to tell of his impending surgery, someone who would understand and empathize with his intentions, he opened his browser and surfed to the Eunuch website. He was tired and decided that no one in the entire world would really understand. Laura had left with her family on their vacation; it was less than two weeks till his departure for Mexico, and he was in no mood to begin explaining himself to anyone else. He was alone, he thought, in the entire universe! So he contented himself with browsing the many stories of nullification on the Eunuch Archive.

There was a new story on the Archive tonight, and it caught Tim's attention immediately. It was about a criminal convicted of sex crimes, and he had been sentenced to having his cock cut off: just his cock, and NOT his balls! Tim's heartbeat quickened as he opened the link and began to read.

The story was very well written and easy to read. Tim had read stories by this author before and had enjoyed them, so he had no trouble getting into this one. Previous articles by this man had been about castrating slaves, which had no particular interest for Tim other than the story line, which was always interesting. But in this story, the writer weaved a written picture of a very demented, hardened criminal who had done some terrible things of a sexual nature, and his sentence was supposed to be commensurate with the horrible nature of his crimes.

The writer went into a great deal of detail about how the man would be penectomized, leaving his balls and all the hormones they could produce intact. The predicted result would be that the man would become more and more frustrated, finally going absolutely mad from a sexual desire that could never be fulfilled. The story told how the victim would at first be resistant to demands for anal sex that is so rampant in prison, but eventually would come to the point where he craved being penetrated in hopes that he would find some relief.

Tim was rather shaken by the story, even though he had stroked himself to orgasm twice as he read of the details of the actual cutting. There had been no anaesthetic or pain killer, only a white hot knife that cauterized as it cut. That was not what Tim wanted, but the end result was the same. Somehow, though, Tim knew that this story did not apply to him. He would suffer no pain as the cutting was actually done, nor would he experience any remorse or fear, because it was not being forced on him, he WANTED it! Somehow he knew that would be the difference between sanity and madness. He certainly did not envy the prisoner in that story because he was confident that his end result would be quite different. Or would it?

It was still early evening when Tim's mom called him to the phone. He went to his parents' room to take it, not having the vaguest idea who it might be. "Hello, Tim," the pleasant voice came over the receiver, "this is Marvin. I was just thinking, you had such a problem with that frontal bulge during the fitting of your tuxedo, I was wondering if things have worked out ok, or did you perhaps need help with that problem again?"

Tim was stunned. For the week or two following the prom he had thought of little else but his brief encounter with Marvin; but there was a lot going on, a lot happening in his life and he had gradually forgot about the handsome young man. Whatever else Tim was, he was still shy and very much in the closet. He had suffered a fair bit of remorse after revealing his secret to Laura, but she had proven herself to be as discreet as she had promised. But Marvin knew different, didn't he? Perhaps he owed it to himself, and more importantly to his doomed penis, to give Marvin a chance. Perhaps this would turn out to be the final orgasm that Tim had dreamed about. "Hello, Marvin," he finally said after a long pause. "Yeah, I've been meaning to give you a call about that."

Tim met Marvin the very next night. He told his parents in the morning that he would be working late, and from there he was going to the library to do some research. Both were credible stories because Tim did both quite often. Time was running short now for Tim, and even shorter for his zealous cock. He didn't tell his suitor that he'd be going there directly from work, because he didn't want to waste time eating a meal. So he had worked til 6:30, and was now walking to the address Marvin had given him.

"Hi!" Marvin said cheerfully as he opened the door to his upscale apartment. "It's good to see you again, Tim! Come on in and let's see if we can do something about that problem of yours."
"Sorry I'm late," Tim offered. "It was a lot longer walk than I realized." He would have said more, but his lips were muffled by Marvin's in a long, lingering kiss that had both boys' engines running at dangerous levels. While the young teen was in his arms, Marvin ground his hips into Tim's and was gratified to discover that he did indeed have the same "problem" that he'd had the first time they'd met. This was Tim's first real kiss with another male, and he was shocked to the point he could hardly breathe! His first impulse was to resist and push away, but when he felt a tongue probing insistently at his lips, he parted them and allowed it to enter. The result was that his already elevated level of desire rose to the boiling point. It would not be fair to say, however, that his shock was the least bit unpleasant.

"Let's go see to your problem," Marvin suggested as he groped the gasping teen. "It seems to me that your situation is somewhat urgent." Tim didn't answer, but he followed Marvin to the bedroom where Marvin wasted no time starting to undress the delectable young teen who had come to visit. "You seem nervous," Marvin remarked as he pulled Tim's T-shirt over his head. "Is this your first time?"
"N-not exactly," Tim replied. It was, but like most boys his age, he was reluctant to reveal his inexperience. Marvin, on the other hand, was much more experienced and recognized immediately the boy's nervousness. "Just relax," Marvin said as he unbuckled Tim's belt, "I'm not going to hurt you. I could never hurt one of Nature's beauties, and you are certainly a beauty!" Remarks like that did nothing to abate Tim's raging erection.

Before Tim knew it, he was lying on his back on Marvin's bed, naked, and Marvin was lying beside him and running his hands all over the teen's lithe body. As his hands roamed and explored, he kept murmuring expressions of admiration like "beautiful!" and "You've got the body of a god!" Tim was doing his share of groping too, and before long Marvin was naked also and encouraging Tim's nervous hands to do whatever they wanted. As the scene turned from red hot to white, Marvin began kissing Tim's nipples, his navel, his belly and hips. Tim knew what was coming and whispered softly "Please don't... I mean... not yet..."

Marvin recognized his young lover's nervousness, so he didn't argue. Lots of time later, he thought as he concentrated on doing with his hands what he had wanted to do with his lips and tongue. Tim, in the meantime, had wrapped his fingers around a cock that was a lot larger than his five plus inches. He loved the feel of it, the way it seemed to come alive in his hand and twitched and flexed as he slowly, gently slid his hand up and down while Marvin did the same to him. "Slide on top of me," Marvin whispered. Tim did.

As they lay face to face, Tim's full weight on Marvin's torso, their legs intertwined, bodies writhing together, cocks rubbing against each other, they kissed deeply on the lips; then each other's necks, shoulders, then back to the lips. Tim had never known such ecstasy! He felt his orgasm slowly building as they continued to move their bodies against each other. Then Tim had another thought: the thought that soon, very soon, he would have nothing to rub against Marvin's magnificent penis. To be in this position after his trip to Cancun would be nothing but total frustration for Tim; and that thought, more than any other, sent him over the edge. His entire body went rigid and he moaned "OHHHHHHHHH!" loud and long, and then he was lubricating their bellies with a huge load. Before Tim had finished shooting, Marvin squealed and added his none too small contribution to the already well anointed bellies.

"You are HOT!" Marvin said as his kissed Tim's neck. "You really ought to get a patent for that thing, you know."
"Thanks," Tim answered breathlessly. He rolled off Marvin's body, and Marvin immediately began licking up the mess on Tim's belly. That seemed an incredible idea to Tim, so he began doing the same to Marvin. He was already feeling a bit remorseful for what they had just done, and even more so for having stopped Marvin from sucking him off as he'd wanted. He desperately wanted to do the same for Marvin, but something, perhaps the trepidation of inexperience, had stopped him.

Marvin wanted him to stay the night, but Tim said no, he had to be to work early the next morning. So Marvin got dressed and offered his new lover a ride home. "It's ok," Tim said, "I don't mind walking."
"Not after dark you don't," Marvin said. "I'm a selfish Italian, and I want more of you... a LOT more! I don't want anything happening to you any time soon.
"Ok, thanks," Tim said. "I guess it is kinda late."

"When can I see you again?" Marvin asked as he drove Tim home.
"I dunno," Tim replied.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Not this week I'm afraid," he answered. "I got a mountain of stuff to do before I go away."
"Away? Vacation?"
"Sort of. I'm going to Cancun for two weeks."
"Cancun! Lucky you! With your parents?"
"Nope. I'm goin' by myself."
"Really? Would you like some company?" Now Tim's fantasies went wild! He immediately thought of his final orgasm, and how hot it would be if it happened with Marvin. That would really be something! He would tell him after it was over that he'd just had the last orgasm he would ever have in his life, and then he'd tell a confused Marvin why he was really here. But then he thought of the consequences. Tim knew without any doubt that he would never submit to a penectomy if he had a playmate like Marvin along on the trip.

"I'm afraid I can't," he said after a long pause. "I'm gonna be busy the whole time."
"Busy? Busy doing what? Please don't tell me you've got a whole bunch of guys lined up."
"No, nuthin' like that. I'm going down to do some research. I'm doin' a project on Mexican Indians, and I'm goin' to tour some of the Maya ruins around Cancun." Tim went on to describe his theory and the work he'd done, and what he hoped to accomplish on his trip. As he explained the whole thing to Marvin, he realized for the first time that what had begun as a legitimate excuse to travel had become a real passion for him!

Tim didn't sleep very well that night. First he lay awake, wondering if he really was crazy as Eric thought he was. Now that he had met a really nice, good looking guy who gave every indication he'd like to be Tim's lover, had everything changed? Should he perhaps reconsider? Should he give his relationship with Marvin a chance to develop? Would his persistent fantasy go away once he had started putting his cock to more use than just his hand? As all these things raced round and round in his head, Tim fell asleep.

In his dreams, Tim found himself in the Sanchez Clinic in Cancun, and it was nothing like he'd been expecting. He found himself standing, not lying. He was naked, hands tied above his head, and there was Marvin stroking him to get him erect. Once he was as hard as he had ever been, Marvin gently but firmly guided his throbbing member into a device that Tim recognized from one of the stories he'd been reading on the Eunuch Archive. It was a guillotine... a penis guillotine! "NO!" he tried to cry, "I didn't want it to be like this!" but his cries went unheeded, unheard. He had a rag stuffed in his mouth and securely tied there. The rag was wet, but not with Tim's saliva; it was saturated with someone's semen!

As Tim continued to struggle, he felt straps being wrapped around the small of his back, pulling and holding him hard against the guillotine device. "It'll soon be over now," a voice said from behind him. "I thought you'd appreciate this little effort to enhance what would otherwise be just dull and boring surgery. We do want to make it an event to remember, you know." Somehow the frightened youth knew the voice to be that of Dr. Smith, the supposedly kind man with whom he had been corresponding.

"We might as well take his nuts too," another voice said. This one he recognized; it was the voice of Marvin. "The little faggot is cheating me out of his cock, and he won't have any use for his nuts anyway so we might as well cut them off." With that he took Tim's balls in his hand and stuffed them through the opening in the cutting device as Tim tried to scream into his cum-soaked gag, and shook his head violently from side to side. "There!" Marvin said as he began stroking Tim's erection. "I knew that's what he really wanted. Look how hard he is! I'm gonna let you cum just one more time, sweetie. Your first two shots will come out the end of your dick; the rest will shoot out of a hole in your body. Enjoy!"

It didn't take long for the horrified teen to feel the orgasm building deep within himself. He tried to concentrate on holding it back, but it was no use. He saw a long jet of white shoot out the end of his stricken penis as his entire body convulsed, then another. Marvin yanked on a cord and the blade descended. "NOOOOOOOO!" Tim screamed as the third jet of ejaculate, streaked with blood, shot out of his crotch and his package fell into a small bowl. His scream woke him up, along with the rest of the house.

Tim's mom and dad were pounding on his locked door, yelling for him to answer if he was all right. Tim sat up in a daze, realizing that he had just ejaculated into his briefs, and it had been a giant one! "I'm ok," he finally yelled just as his dad was about to break the door down. "Sorry, I just had a bad dream."
"Let us in!" Dad ordered. Tim grabbed his robe, put it on and opened the door. He could smell the pungent odor of his own cum, and he hoped that his parents wouldn't notice. "That's it," his dad said in a tone that meant he was in no mood to negotiate, "no more locked doors! You had us scared to death! What in the world happened anyway?"
"I'm sorry, Dad," Tim said. He was still visibly shaken and needed desperately to be alone so he could work out in his confused mind what had happened.

"What's goin' on?" Terry asked sleepily as he appeared in the doorway. Tim wasn't too shaken to notice a very large erection trying to point out of his brother's briefs.
"It's nothing, Terry," Dad said. "Your brother just had a bad dream. Go back to bed, son." Terry did, having been assured there was nothing wrong, nothing to see. "You go too, honey," their dad said to their mom. "I'll be there in a minute."

To Tim's utter astonishment and embarrassment, his father stuck his hand under his robe and directly on his cock, which was still at about half mast. "I thought I smelled it," Dad said as he withdrew his hand. "Son, you had a wet dream! It musta been one hell of a dream, but that's all it was. You've had them before, haven't you?"
"Y-yes, sir," Tim replied, remembering the soiled sheets he'd forgot to wash.
"Not unusual for a boy your age," Dad observed. "I have to ask you though... you and Laura... are you..."
"No, Dad!" Tim replied emphatically. "I keep telling everybody that it's not like that with us! We're friends, that's all!"

Tim was afraid he was about to get the third degree about his sex life, but his father was evidently satisfied. He was afraid his parents would somehow relate what had happened to the upcoming trip and withdraw their permission, but they didn't. His dad told him that he would have to tell his mother so she wouldn't worry, but as embarrassing at that was, it was the best of all the options Tim could see. He knew she wouldn't understand it, but hopefully his dad would explain it to her. So he thanked his dad, then changed his briefs and they both went back to bed.

Tim had the same dream again as soon as he was asleep, but this time with a slight variation. It wasn't Marvin at the guillotine, but Eric! He had indeed rigged up a device, and what a device! It was a mechanism that held Tim's body completely immobile, with just the tip of his penis lying on the block of the guillotine. When the blade fell, again triggered by its operator just as Tim began to shoot, only the first half inch of his cock was severed. He felt Eric's mechanism force his body forward as the blade lifted, and another half inch slice was removed. In his dream Tim's screams were enough to pierce eardrums; in reality he was thrashing about the bed, moaning loudly and flailing his head from side to side. In the dream there was blood everywhere as the relentless machine sliced and diced his manhood until there was nothing left but a dozen bloody slices of penis in a bowl.

This time when he finally woke up, Tim lay quiet for a few seconds, expecting his parents to come bursting in again. They didn't, so evidently he had managed to keep his screams in his dream the second time. Nevertheless he was badly shaken and beginning to wonder if he should really go so far away all alone. After all, he had no information whatsoever about the Sanchez clinic except what they themselves had told him.

Three days before he was to leave, Tim received a note from Dr. Smith outlining all the final arrangements. Tim had had dreams every night since his first, but fortunately they were not so traumatic as to cause him to scream like he'd done that first night. He was however becoming more apprehensive about the clinic and what it had in store for him. He was somewhat relieved and excited after having read the note. He believed every word because he had to, else he would cancel the entire thing.

Dear Tim,

I hope I don't offend you by using your first name, but we like to be as informal as possible here at the Sanchez clinic, and I feel as though I have got to know you fairly well in the past month. I wanted to send you this final note of confirmation before you leave home.

We have received your $1,000 deposit and confirmed your appointment for July 19. If you possibly can I would like you to arrive at the clinic between 7 and 7:30 AM. As with any medical clinic, there will be paperwork and some minor tests to perform before the surgery, but we should be able to get under way by 9 AM.

Since learning of your interest in the history of Cancun and the area, especially as it applies to the Maya nation, I have taken the liberty of arranging some meetings for you during your period of convalescence. Some of the staff here at Sanchez have offered to gather some information for you, so there should be a fairly large packet waiting when you arrive. As you probably already know, many of us in this area are descended from the Mayans.

It is my understanding that your flight arrives shortly after noon. If you will kindly make your way directly to the south exit you will find a young Hispanic man in a red pickup truck waiting with your name on a sign. This young man will take you to your hotel and assist you in preparations for your surgery. He will first take a sample of our blood and drop it off at the clinic, then return to the hotel to prepare you. You will need to be shaved front and back, from navel to knees, and that is a very difficult task for one to complete without help. I assure you Carlos has done this many times and is very skilled. He will be pleased to help you in any way he can, both before and after your preparations. Please do not make any plans for the evening of your arrival.

Carlos will have a package for you containing all the shaving supplies you will need, plus three enemas and two pills. I would strongly suggest that you allow him to help you with these as well. It is imperative that your system be well cleaned so that you are at least partly healed before your next bowel movement. You should take the pills some time during the evening. One is the first in a series of antibiotic regimen that you will be taking, the other a muscle relaxant. Please also remember that approximately one hour after taking the brown pill that you will likely be incapable of having an erection. The reasons for this should be obvious.

Please remember to bring long pants, not too heavy, to wear after your surgery as you will be catheterized for at least five days. There will be a large collecting bag strapped to your leg which most young men find embarrassing, and it will be clearly visible if you are wearing shorts. You should also plan to wear briefs or a jock strap for at least two weeks post surgery to provide support of the bandages and stitches.

After your preparation work is completed please get a good night's sleep, and do not eat anything after midnight. As soon as you are checked into the clinic, you will be catheterized and given one final enema. You should be well enough to walk back to your hotel room after the surgery, which is one block away, by 7 PM. One of our staff will escort you or take you in a wheelchair because you will probably be a bit shaky on your feet.

As far as the surgery itself is concerned, the procedure is a rather long one but fairly simple. Once you are asleep, your penis will be split along the underside so that it may be lifted off the catheter tube. After the visible portion is removed, I will make a small incision in the top of your scrotum to gain access to the internal portion, which will then be extracted. The urethra will be rerouted to below the scrotum where it will exit about an inch and a half from your anus. The catheter, naturally, will have to remain in place until the relocated urethra has healed into its new position. An alternative that we can discuss when you arrive would be to leave you a small stub of a penis to allow you to urinate standing up. Please consider this option and we will discuss it before you are anaesthetized.

If you decide to go ahead with the radical penectomy, your scrotum and testicles will end up slightly forward of their present position because we will have to use some of the scrotum to form a layer of skin where your penis was. This slight repositioning will also make it easier to urinate after you are healed.

If you have any questions about this procedure, please do not hesitate to ask either by email or in person before we begin. I look forward to meeting you.

Don Smith, M.D.

Tim's erection grew to the point that he thought it might explode as he read what the doctor had to say. Some of his fears were relieved as he learned that the procedure they had planned was precisely what Tim had wanted. He was doubly relieved that they made no attempts to impose castration, nor did they try to talk him into or out of anything. This, he knew, was going to be a trip to remember! There was one more thing he had to do before he left, and he had been dreading it from the beginning.

"I'm sorry," Larry said as he sat with Tim in Tim's mom's car, "I guess I must be suffering from a serious case of sex starvation. I coulda sworn you said you were going to Cancun to have your cock cut off."
"That's exactly what I said," Tim said. I told you that I would let you know as soon as I had all the details, and now you know. You should also know why I can't tell anyone else. I'm leaving in the morning."
"In the morning? Well gee, thanks Tim! Thanks for giving me lots of notice."
"So you would have weeks to talk me out of it? Or maybe tell someone and mess up the whole plan? I'm sorry, Larry, but this is just too important to take any chances. I couldn't let you know till I was sure. I got a cell phone and you do too, and I'm gonna call you twice every day. If I don't call, then you'll know something's gone wrong and you can raise holy hell."

"Just a sec, Tim," Larry said as he tried desperately to regain some sort of composure. "You are talking about this as if you're going to get laid or have a wart removed from your finger or something, no big deal, just a great guy's virginity at stake, lose a little blood as they cut your finger, whatever. God, Tim! Get real! Getting your dick cut off! Are you totally crazy? You're sitting there as calm and collected as I've ever seen you, talking about getting your manhood cut off. You're like... like someone I don't know any more, Tim. I think you've lost it."

Tim's anger flared. He had been running on an extremely short fuse for several weeks now. His parents had noticed it, Terry had born the brunt of more than one verbal assault. Even Mr. Nelson, Tim's boss, whom Tim had never shown anything but the deepest respect, had noticed it. But no one had the slightest idea what was going on. Everyone, in their own way, had concluded that the ravages of adolescence had taken their toll on the usually placid teen and had made allowances. But now Larry, Tim's best friend in all the universe, was going to take it all squarely on the chin.

"You think this is easy for me, Larry?" Tim screamed. "You think I just woke up this morning and decided that I'd go have my dick lopped off, no big deal, no problem? Do you really believe that I'd do such a thing without giving it some careful thought? Damn, Larry, you've said yourself I'm smart and intelligent. You have told me dozens of times you wished you could think things through like I always do. This isn't something I want to do, Larry. This isn't a lark I'm going on, I'm signing my sexual death warrant when I get on that plane. I'm fuckin' scared to death, Larry! I'm terrified, but I can't help it. I've GOT to do it!"

"Why... why don't you go see a shrink, Tim?" Larry suggested. "There's gotta be some way...
"We both know about shrinks, Larry," Tim countered. So I end up with years of counseling sessions, maybe even get committed, hurt the hell out of my mom and dad who will wonder till the day they die where they went wrong, and what will it prove? What will it achieve?"
What about if I just say no, that I won't let you do it, Tim?" Larry suggested."I don't see where you have that choice, Lar. It's all set up, my plane ticket is bought and paid for, and I've sent a thousand dollars to the clinic as a deposit. And... and you promised you'd be here for me and wouldn't tell anyone. You promised, Larry!"

Larry sat and looked at his friend - his best friend in all the world. Every fiber in his body was screaming at him to blow the whistle and stop this insanity! He cared for Tim. At this particular moment he realized just how much he cared for him! He thought of all the good times they'd had together, and all the bad. They had been through a lot; they understood each other, loved each other, supported each other in every situation. But this! Larry knew from age 8 that Tim had fantasies of losing his dick, but he never actually thought it would ever happen. He remembered visiting his friend after his circumcision, and Tim had actually cried! It hadn't been from the pain, nor had it been from the loss of his foreskin. It had been because the operation had been a complete success and he still had his penis, minus a little skin. Tim had been so depressed! But still, now that they were teenagers and well beyond puberty, Larry had thought, at least hoped, that all the talk and thoughts of cutting off a cock had been forgotten. He knew how much Tim enjoyed his penis and he had a pretty good idea how often he enjoyed it. How in the world could he let his friend do this?

"This is about you being gay, isn't it Tim?" Larry asked. It was a stab in the dark, but it had suddenly occurred to Larry that Tim had grown to hate his sexuality so much that he wanted it gone! Now Larry was feeling guilty for not having shown more support since the entire gay thing had first surfaced. He knew, without any question, that his best friend was gay, but he had chosen simply to ignore the entire issue.
"No, Lar, it has nothing to do with my being gay or straight or anything else, and I'm not trying to turn myself into a girl. You claim you know me so well... you can't possibly tell me in all honesty that you had no idea that I wanted a penectomy." Tim was trying desperately not to cry, but he was only partially successful. Larry could see the tears in his friend's eyes, and he knew what he had to do.
"I knew," he said. "But I thought... I mean, I never dreamed that you'd actually go through with it. It's so... so final!"
"That's the point, Larry! It is final! I don't think you have any idea how much courage this is taking, but this is the way I've gotta do it. I've gotta do it once and for all. It's me, Larry! Some folks have circumcisions and no one gives it a second thought. Others have various parts of their bodies cut off or changed or mutilated, and that's just fine. Well, that's all I'm doing. I'm having a very small part of me cut off. That's all! I don't want to, in fact I'm scared to death! But I've got to."
"Don't even try to explain it to me, Tim. There's no way in the world that I can ever understand this, so don't even try. But if this is really what you want... I think you're out of your mind, but a promise is a promise and a friend is a friend. I have never let ya down, and I won't now. But please, Tim, don't do this! If you wanna have a gay relationship with me, we can do that. I'll suck your dick any time you want, or you can suck mine, or whatever. Go see a counselor or something, but please don't do this!"
"It's gone far beyond counselors, Larry," Tim said. "I've got to do it now, while I have the chance. I appreciate your concern and I might just take you up on your offer once I get back, but I've got to do this! Just so I can count on you, ok? And thanks, Larry. You're one in a million!"

Larry lay in bed, unable to sleep after his talk with Tim. He had offered to become Tim's gay lover, and Tim had said he might just take him up on the offer, and that bothered Larry. His whole body shuddered as he thought of the possibilities. But as much as he found the idea repulsive, there was something deep within him that wasn't at all adverse to such a thing. The truth was, Larry realized, that he would do anything, including involve himself sexually, if he thought that's what Tim really wanted. He wouldn't do it reluctantly or with resolution, he would do it gladly because that's how much Tim meant to him. He suddenly realized, and that realization gave him a warm feeling, that a part of him would welcome such a relationship.

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