Tim's Last Orgasm 12: Farewell To Mexico

Carlos didn't go home that night. He used the hotel phone to call his parents while Tim made his calls to Larry and his parents with his cell phone. After their lovemaking, which had left Carlos totally satisfied and really wondering about his own sexuality and Tim totally frustrated with his inability to cum, they had driven to the beach and taken a long walk, fully clothed. At dinnertime they went to a nice restaurant and had a good meal - the first full meal Tim had enjoyed since he'd arrived in Cancun. Now they were back in the hotel room, undressed but not in bed, and Carlos wanted to talk, which was precisely the thing that Tim did not want to do.

Carlos expressed his extreme confusion about his sexuality. "I still don't think I'm gay, at least as I understand it. I mean, I have never checked out boys or wondered what was in their pants, and have never desired one, except for you. But there's no doubt in my mind that I love you! I'm so confused I don't know what to think any more."
"You're confused!" Tim replied. How do ya think I feel? When we made love today, I wanted to cum so bad it hurt all over! But at the same time I felt a satisfaction, some sort of elation or something that I couldn't! I hated that I couldn't cum in your mouth the way you came in mine, ‘cause that was so much more special than I had ever dreamed! I've been in love with boys before, but never as intensely as with you, Carlos! I have never been able to do that before with anyone, except once when I was a lot younger, and that was more experimentation than anything. But with you, it was love! I'll be leaving day after tomorrow, Carlos, and frankly I don't know how I'm gonna be able to do it. I hate the thoughts of dragging you into the world of homosexuality because of all the rejection, the social no-no's, the fear... but I can't resist! I am so incredibly in love with you, but it's so unfair! I mean, I don't have any..."

"Don't even say it!" Carlos ordered. "I haven't known you very long, but I know you well enough to know that having your cock off was something you had no control over. I hate it, and I hate the anguish you'll be going through every time you try to make love, every time you get aroused and try to get off. But I understand, Tim, and I can accept you the way you are. Whenever we're together I'll do whatever I can to help you. But in less than two days you're gonna be gone, and from then on I'm gonna be worried that you won't have anyone who understands you like I do, and that makes me so sad! But don't think for one minute that we'll never see each other again, because we will! It's not over when you get on that plane, Tim! If you don't believe anything else, believe that.

Tim reflected on what Carlos had said. Was he ready for a relationship? And more importantly, was he ready for a relationship with a man/boy who wasn't even sure he was gay? Wasn't that asking for trouble? And wouldn't such a relationship be doomed to failure and broken hearts? Not only did Carlos have at least some attraction to females, but he was proposing to become involved with another male - a male who couldn't even preform like most other males! Could he really be so selfish as to expect some sort of fidelity from Carlos, or any other person for that matter, after what he had done to himself?

"I've been counting on us exchanging email," Tim said. "I just don't think I could stand not ever contacting you again. But maybe we should just leave it at that. I mean, as you said, we are from so completely different worlds! I'm gay, you're not; you're from southern Mexico, I'm from northern US; you've got all your parts, I don't. I can't ask you to..."
"I don't remember saying you had to ask me," Carlos said. "It seems to me that I was asking YOU! I'm still very confused about the gay thing, but more and more I'm beginning to realize that love is love and that's all that matters. The more I think about it, the more I think it was just unfortunate that we both turned out to be the same sex. Or maybe it was fortunate! Tim, I know I'm just sixteen and that I might change my mind, but I honestly don't think I will. I'm not asking you to not consider anyone else, or not to do anything with anyone else. I guess all I'm asking is that whatever you do, do it safely. And keep your mind open. I've got two years of high school left and then I'll be going to college, and I'm gonna start as soon as you leave to try getting into a college near Chicago. All I'm asking is that you give me a chance, ok? Please?'

Now Tim was really flabbergasted! He had always considered himself pretty astute, fairly mature for his age. But this young Mexican god who was almost a full year younger had looked at things so clearly, shown more maturity than Tim had ever dreamed of! And as if that weren't enough, this same Mexican adonis had just experienced what sex would be like with a man without a penis, and was still willing to make a long term commitment! And yet he was fully aware of his age, completely cognizant of the fact that teenagers' minds change as often as the winds! Tim realized that he'd just been offered what few people ever receive, gay or straight, whole or impaired! He had been offered a lifetime commitment with no strings attached, not even a return obligation!

"I can't not give you a chance," Tim said after a long period of silence. "I have been trying my best not to love you in that way, trying really hard not to get involved, but the truth is you are what I've been looking for all my life! There's no way I can just walk away. I know I'm gonna cry all the way back to Chicago. I know I'll be wishing I hadn't left, even wishing I'd never come in the first place. But I don't want to screw up your life, Carlos! What's your father gonna say?"
"We'll play that one by ear," Carlos said pensively. "To be honest I don't think he'll have a big problem with me telling him I'm in love with you, but I'll have to wait a while before I do that. If I tell him now he'll just say it's an infatuation and I'll get over it. As for me telling him I'm gay, well, he deals with gay people every day and I've never heard him say an unkind word about them. If he can accept strangers, I don't see why he wouldn't accept me."

"You may be very unpleasantly surprised," Tim warned. "In almost every situation, my parents are the best! They have stood by Terry and me, helped us and supported us in anything we try, and they've given us just about everything we ever wanted. But I know they can never accept anything but mainstream sexuality. Damn it, Carlos, they've been nagging me about getting a girl friend since I was 14! They are already starting to look for grandchildren, and I'm not even out of high school!"
"You might be PLEASANTLY surprised, Tim," Carlos said wisely. "If you tell them right, and have all the facts behind you that are available these days..."
"Never gonna happen, Carlos. I know my folks, and I know what would happen. Don't you think I've tried? I have tried as long as I can remember to make them see that being gay is not something someone chooses, but it's no use! They're pretty old fashioned, and they're not gonna change their views any time soon. I hate having come here without their knowledge! I feel guilty and dirty, as if what I had cut off was THEIR property somehow! But I knew I'd never convince them in a million years that I had to do it!"
"Are you ever gonna tell them?" Carlos inquired.
"I suppose some day I'll have to, at least if I ever set up housekeeping with some man. But it's gonna take a lot of courage because I know I'll be choosing between my lover and my parents. For the time being I'm just biding my time, seeing how it'll all play out. But please, can we talk about something else?"

They didn't talk about anything else. They chose instead to make love again. This time Carlos expended all the efforts he could muster to help Tim have an orgasm. Hands, tongue and lips went all over Tim's quaking body, giving him sensations he'd never before experienced; but in spite of all of his efforts, Carlos succeeded only in getting Tim more and more frustrated. Before they finally gave up, exhausted, Carlos had anointed Tim's mouth twice with his seed and his hand once, while Tim did no more than breathe hard and wish he had his cock back, just for tonight. Carlos didn't say anything; he simply didn't know what to say. Tim remained quiet as well for fear that he would start to cry. The two boys just held each other close and fell asleep.

When Tim awoke at 7, he was overwhelmed by the excruciating comfort and warmth of the sleeping form of Carlos against his body. Without thinking, he slid his hand down the front of his own body and fondled the spot where his penis had been and felt a wave of... of what? Comfort? Accomplishment? Satisfaction? Whatever the feeling, it caused another wave of happiness that engulfed Tim's entire body to the point that he shuddered with pleasure. This roller-coaster of emotion would be the story of Tim's life for a very long time to come: extreme depression and hopelessness followed by elation and total happiness. He ran his hands idly over the area, feeling the stubble that would be his pubic hair when it had grown back, then further down until he felt his pee hole....

HIS PEE HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tim jumped up in bed so suddenly and violently that it woke Carlos with a start. "Whaaa... what's wrong?" he said sleepily.
"My pee hole!" Tim said triumphantly, his finger still moving gently around the opening.
"What?" Carlos asked, still confused and dazed, but starting to get concerned. "What's wrong? Is it sore? Bleeding?"
"No, nothing like that," Tim said excitedly. "It's not doing anything! That's the point, Carlos! Your dad warned me that I might have some trouble controlling my bladder, but I didn't! I forgot all about it! He told me I should wear those training panties till I was sure I wasn't gonna wet myself, or the bed, but I forgot! I didn't pee a drop all night!"

"Neither did I," Carlos said with a laugh, "I'm goin' to real soon now though, so if you'll excuse me..." He hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Tim could hear Carlos' ample stream hit the toilet bowl, coming from about three feet up, which Tim's stream would never do again. But the sound of water falling into water made Tim acutely aware that he had to go too, and bad! "Hurry up," he called, "I have to go too, and I can't use the sink any more!"
"I'm done," Carlos said with a laugh. Tim got off the bed and walked, albeit a little strangely because he was holding the upper part of his legs tightly together, into the bathroom and sat down. "Seems to me all you gotta do now is spread your legs and let ‘er go," Carlos said, still laughing over the sink comment.

"Damn!" he heard Tim say as he rummaged around looking for his under shorts.
"What's wrong now?" he inquired.
"That burns like hell!" Tim replied. "And I gotta learn to sit up straighter. When I lean forward like I used to, I piss on my balls!"
"The burning won't last long," Carlos explained. "It's because you haven't used your urethra for so long. As for pissing on your balls," he added as he started to giggle, "I'm afraid you're on your own on that one. I've never had that problem." Having said that, he broke out laughing hysterically.
"Thanks for the sympathy," Tim said, and then he too was laughing like an idiot.

"So, what do ya want to do today?" Carlos asked when they had showered and dressed.
"I'd... I'd like to go to the beach again," Tim said; then he added "The nude beach!"
"You sure?" Carlos said doubtfully. "I mean, it's ok if you really want to, but I thought... I mean, won't you be self conscious?"
"You afraid I'll embarrass you?" Tim challenged.
"I think you know better than that," Carlos answered. "But the last time we were there... I mean, I know you're not the most extroverted person in the world, and with your crotch still more or less hairless, and the scars and all, I thought you'd be... well, I just didn't think you'd be up for it."
"I'm not, Carlos," Tim replied seriously. "I'm not up for it at all! And that's precisely why I have to go. I've got to get used to people staring, or making fun, or whatever they're gonna do. I don't know anyone here ‘cept you, and I'm leaving tomorrow, so I thought..."
"Don't remind me," Carlos said as he too turned serious. "I was hoping we could just spend the day today as if it was just another day, with thousands more to come starting tomorrow."
"We can, Carlos," Tim said as he embraced him. "I'm sorry, I was being selfish. We don't have to go to the nude beach if you don't want to."
"The nude beach will be fine, long as you're sure you're up for it. But I gotta warn you, we'll probably meet some people I know."
"All the better for me," Tim said with a determination that even surprised himself. "Long as you're comfortable with it."
"I got no problems with it," Carlos said as he broke into that infectious smile of his. "After all, it isn't me that's got no dick."

The boys went to their usual spot for a hearty breakfast, where Carlos encouraged Tim to eat more than he really wanted. "What gives?" Tim inquired. "You tryin' to make me fat?"
"Not really," Carlos answered. "I know my dad would feel a lot better if you took a dump before you leave. Sometimes patients get so constipated they need some help to have their first after all those enemas."
"I'll be fine," Tim said with mock annoyance. "I'd be even better if you'd stop mothering me."
"Someone's gotta do it," Carlos said with that same infectious smile. "And seriously, you really should take a crap before you leave, just so we're sure things are working ok."
"And are you gonna stand there and measure my shit as it comes out to make sure it's big enough?" Tim chided.
"I'm serious, Tim!" Carlos defended. Tim noticed with amusement that the very serious, business-like clinical Carlos was back, the carefree teenager nowhere in sight.
"Ok, Dr. Carlos," Tim said as he held his hands up as if defending himself from a physical attack, "I'll be sure to take a shit today, and you can watch if you want to."
"Why don't you go fuck your hat, gringo!" Carlos said with a grin.
"I hardly think I'm gonna be fucking my hat or anything else any time soon," Tim said with an even wider grin. At that comment they both broke into laughter so loud that everyone in the diner turned to look at them.

The two teens were still giggling when they left the diner. "I'm so glad you can still laugh about your... about not having a dick, after last night," Carlos said as they drove to the beach. "I was afraid you'd be so humiliated you'd end up depressed and wishing you hadn't done it."
"I have my moments," Tim said reflectively. "But I knew what I was facing. Everything we do, every decision we make has advantages and disadvantages, but in my case the benefits outweigh the cost. I'm fine with it, really, Carlos. I just wish that we could... well, you know, that we were more equal in bed."
"What we did in bed was really great, Tim," Carlos said seriously. "I hope we can do it again, but for me it's not everything. The most important thing for me... the thing that makes you so irresistible for me, is just what happened at that diner. I've got friends I've known my whole life I can't joke with like that! That's what's important to me, Tim."

Tim went silent again. He thought about Larry, the friend he'd had most of his life and how they had shared moments like the one in the diner countless times. No, they'd never done anything sexual except a few jerkoff sessions, but they had always been there for each other, shared all their good times and bad. Even this trip, Tim remembered, would not have been possible, at least not safely, had it not been for Larry. He had been against the whole thing and had said so in no uncertain terms, but had gone along and supported it anyway because Tim wanted it. Now Tim had two such friends, one of whom might very well become his lover some time in the future. Tim felt truly blessed as he reflected on Carlos' comments.

The trip to the beach, Tim's unveiling as it were, turned out much better than had previously been the case. As the two teens were undressing in the truck, Carlos regarded Tim with an air of surprise. "You're taking off your glasses too?" he questioned.
"Yeah," Tim said with a grin, "I won't be nude if I have my glasses on."
"You'll be blind as a bat if you take them off," Carlos pointed out. "Trust me, Tim, there's a lot of really nice scenery here. I suggest you might want to make that one compromise." After thinking about it, Tim put the glasses back on. He did want to see peoples' reaction to his nude body, if for no other reason than to get a feel for what to expect when he got home. So he got out his clip-on sunglasses and put them on his glasses, and then they were both ready to go.

The two beautiful nude teens walked about half a mile along the beach, then stopped and spread out a blanket. They had carried their shorts with them because Carlos said they would need them if they decided to get something to eat or drink, and they had thongs on their feet to protect them from the hot sand. Aside from those two concessions, plus Tim's glasses, they were as naked as the day they were born.

The beach seemed more crowded today, or perhaps Tim was just more aware of those around him. Whatever the case, he was pleasantly surprised that no one seemed negatively affected by his appearance. There could be no doubt that they had been checked out rather thoroughly by both male and female, and Tim thought he saw a few looks of surprise as people viewed his vacant crotch, but that was to be expected. His dark pubic hair had grown back sufficiently that the area gave the appearance of being darker than the rest of his body, almost like being covered with soot or body paint. The hair had not yet begun to grow back along the rectangular scar where the incision had been, but Dr. Smith had assured him that it would in time. For now the scar was quite evident, making it obvious that there had been some sort of recent surgery.

The boys went for a swim in the warm salt water. Tim found to his surprise that the vacancy in his crotch seemed more evident to him as he glided through the water. It was probably his imagination as much as anything, but nevertheless the sensation of nothingness between his legs was downright erotic. Carlos declined to play any sort of chasing or dunking games, reminding Tim that he wasn't supposed to exert himself; so after a pleasant swim a few hundred yards into the surf, they swam back to lie on the beach in the sun.

"Carlos!" a male voice called as the boys emerged from the water. "I thought I recognized your blanket," the voice said in Spanish. They looked and saw two gorgeous nude Mexican teens at the edge of the water, about 50 feet away. "Who's the American with no cock?"
"English!" Carlos ordered. "Speak English! Hi, Miguel, Hi Roger. This is Tim, my friend from Chicago. Tim, the guy on the left is Miguel, and that ugly dude is Roger. They're classmates of mine."
"Hi, Tim," Miguel said with a smile. "I gather Carlos' father cut your cock off. Man, what did you do to piss him off?"

Carlos was apprehensive at his friend's comment for fear that Tim would take it badly, but Tim still had a smile on his face so he said nothing. "I didn't piss him off at all," Tim replied. He was feeling absolutely elated that he seemed to be able to handle the question much better than he had anticipated. He felt himself blushing, but it didn't seem to bother him. He knew he'd be embarrassed, but he also knew that this was precisely why he wanted to come here today. "Actually he seemed rather pleased with me, especially after I paid him big bucks to do it," he added with a grin. He thought about telling that he had also seduced Carlos both before and after his surgery, but decided not to because Carlos still had to live here even if he didn't.
"You PAID him to cut off your dick?" Roger questioned. "Man, I gotta tell ya, you might not have a dick any more, but you sure got one hell of a pair of balls!"

Tim wasn't sure if Roger's comment was referring to his physical orbs or his nerve, but it really didn't matter. Then Carlos shocked all three of his friends to their very toes. "They still work just fine too," he said with a grin. Miguel and Roger looked at each other, then at Carlos, then back to Tim. They let the remark pass, but there was no doubt in Tim's mind that Carlos had made a major announcement and the message had been received loud and clear.

The four teens lounged around on Carlos' blanket chatting easily until they were dry, then Roger suggested they go to the pavilion.
"Pavilion?" Tim questioned.
"Yeah," Carlos explained. "That building down the beach another half mile. There's always girls there and lots of music. We go there all the time to dance. You did say you like to dance, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I LOVE to dance! But... dancing nude?"
"This is a nude beach," Miguel reminded him. "I got a feeling the girls'll be all over you. You're a great looking guy and without a dick you won't be any threat to them. I bet they'll all want to dance with you, and they'll probably all want to rub your crotch too, same as... unhh... just like I do."
"You want to rub my crotch?" Tim said with total astonishment. Both Carlos and Roger tried unsuccessfully to hide their giggles.
"Don't act so surprised," Roger said. "It's not every day we see a dude with no cock. We're just curious, if it's not too embarrassing for you." Indeed it was embarrassing, but it was also thrilling! Tim had formed all sorts of images in his mind about how people would react to his new body, but it had never occurred to him that people would want to touch him, at least not in a non-sexual way. When he gave his consent the two boys, one at a time, ran their hands all over the area where once had stood a proud penis, down to the new pee hole, then back up to fondle his now very excited balls. Tim could feel his phantom hardon growing as his new friends explored every square centimeter of his modified crotch. He knew that there would be incidents back home where people would discover his secret, and he was beginning to feel better about possible reactions. He was also glad, given the circumstances, that the erection he was feeling was only in his mind.

The pavilion was another pleasant surprise for Tim. There were at least 50 people there, mostly teenagers and mostly nude. Tim silently thanked Carlos for encouraging him to wear his glasses because the scenery was indeed a smorgasbord of beautiful bodies, most of them gyrating and grinding on the dance floor. It seemed that all the kids knew Carlos, and that made Tim envious. Boys and girls alike all seemed genuinely pleased to see him and wanted to meet his new friend. Tim knew that he would have received no such welcome at such a gathering at home, because he simply didn't know that many kids beyond a nodding "hello." It wasn't that he was unpopular or disliked, he simply hadn't had the self confidence to be as friendly and outgoing as Carlos obviously was. Nevertheless Tim did the best he could to follow Carlos' lead and have a good time.

"Come with me," Carlos instructed. "There's someone I want you to meet. Tim did as he was told and followed Carlos across the dance floor, his eyes on Carlos' gorgeous butt rather than all the new scenery available to him. "Gina," Carlos said when he stopped so suddenly Tim almost collided with that beautiful backside, "I want you to meet my friend Tim. He's from Chicago." Tim looked up and found himself looking directly into the deep dark brown eyes of the most beautiful female creation he had ever seen in his life! Gina stood about 5 feet one inch tall, was obviously Hispanic, her bare skin a deep olive color with coal black hair that flowed down her graceful back clear to her waist. Her lips were red and full, and slightly upturned in what appeared to be a permanent smile. When she saw Carlos and Tim that smile widened to reveal the whitest, most perfect teeth Tim had ever seen. Gina had Tim wondering if he'd been too hasty in concluding he was gay. He had never before even thought of female breasts as being of any interest to him whatsoever, but Gina's were so perfect: Not too big but certainly functional and enough to amply fill his hands, standing straight and proud with large erotic looking nipples. He was speechless. Somewhere in the vague distance he could hear a very musical female voice saying "I'm very pleased to meet you, Tim!"

It took Gina about six seconds to get Tim on the dance floor and once there, five more seconds to ask about Tim's obviously missing member. "I can't really explain it," Tim answered as he blushed profusely, "it was just something I had to do."
"Too bad," Gina observed. "If it was anywhere near as gorgeous as the rest of you, it's a real shame it's gone."
"If you knew me better you wouldn't say that," Tim said. "I feel much happier without it."
"I take it you weren't sexually active, Tim?" she inquired. "Or was it that you were too active?"
"None of the above," Tim said honestly. "It had nothing to do with sex, really. I think I was born with an obsession to have it off."
"Well I for one like your new look! You should have your nuts off too, so you'd have a completely clean look."
"Not an option," Tim replied. "I'm still gonna need the hormones they produce, at least for the next few years. Besides where I live there aren't any nude beaches, so it won't make any difference one way or the other."

To Tim's relief, his last comment ended the discussion of his missing penis. Gina seemed much more interested in dancing and having fun, and it wasn't long before Tim actually forgot he was nude. He felt completely free and at ease as they danced to every song that was played. Gina began asking more generic questions, like did he have a girl friend, how was he doing in school, what sports did he play. All of these questions Tim answered easily, each time asking the equivalent question of Gina. It seemed like only a few minutes later when she noticed that it was 3 PM and announced she had to go. "Will you be here tomorrow?" she asked.
"Afraid not," Tim replied sadly. "I'm flying out early in the morning. I've gotta get back and get ready for school: my senior year."
"Too bad," Gina said, her eyes focused on some distant point. "I really like you. I wish we could get to know one another better".

Now it was Tim's turn to look into the distance. "You wouldn't think that way once you got to know a little more about me, Gina," he said before he'd realized he was talking at all.
"Sounds spooky," she said with a giggle. "You wanted for mass murder back in the States or something?"
"Nothing like that," he replied. "The truth is, I'm gay, Gina!"

Gina froze. She looked deeply into his eyes... those gorgeous eyes that she could have looked at all day long and never stopped. Tim assumed that he was about to get a barrage of tongue lashing and insults, he having danced with her for hours without telling her. When she did speak, she put him down all right, but not in the way Tim would have thought. "Will you stop putting yourself down!" she said crossly. "I'm not good enough because I don't have a penis! I'm a piece of dirt because I don't speak Spanish! I'm a lowlife and nobody likes me because I'm gay! Get over it, Tim! You are what you are! What in the world does any of that have to do with me?"
"Gina, I just thought that..."
"You just thought that I wouldn't like you because you can't screw me! You just thought that I'm a Mexican so I want to speak Spanish all the time! You thought that I can't like anybody that isn't a future husband! Damn, Tim! Get a life! When I said I liked you and wanted to know you better I wasn't proposing marriage! I liked what I saw: a great looking guy who dances really well, a fun guy to be with, a guy that could be a lot of fun! You need to get over all that's wrong with you and concentrate on what's RIGHT with you, Tim!"
"I'm sorry, Gina..."
"And quit being sorry! If you're gonna be sorry about anything, be sorry because you won't be here tomorrow ‘cause I'm gonna miss you!"
"I'm gonna miss you too," Tim said. "When I think about it, there's a whole lot about Cancun I'm gonna miss."
"Good! That means there's a chance you might come back some time?"
"Count on it, Gina! Cancun is a part of my life now. I'll be back."
"You better call me. I gotta go now, but I'll make sure Carlos has my number and address. You have email, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good! I'll get your address from Carlos and write you. Now if it isn't too much trouble, gimme a kiss, ok? Please?"

Tim had no trouble kissing Gina, girl or not. He sensed a relationship blossoming here that was not unlike the one he had with Laura, and it felt incredibly good! The problem was, would Laura be jealous? He felt confident that neither had anything to fear from the other, but would they see it that way? He hadn't had that much experience with girls, but he was painfully aware that predicting their reactions to a given situation was a very dangerous thing to do. No matter though, right now all that was important was that he do what he could to enjoy himself in this incredible wonderland. And right now the way to do that was to kiss a very beautiful naked girl who had no problem either with his mutilation or his sexuality, or lack of it.

"Wow!" Carlos exclaimed when Gina had gone. "You sure wound her around your finger! Or was it the other way around? Man, I've never seen her so hung up on a guy before!"
"It was no big deal," Tim said. "She's a really nice girl and we just got along really well, that's all."
"I'll say you got along well," Miguel said with obvious envy. "I been tryin' to kiss her like that for three years! How'd you do that?"
"I didn't do anything, Miguel, only just be myself. I dunno, maybe it was just that we both knew we might never see each other again, but, well, she's just a real nice person, and she's a real good dancer."

"Is she goin' to the party tonight?" Roger inquired.
"I dunno," Tim replied. "Actually I didn't even know there was a party. But I don't think she's going or she'd have said something."
"You didn't tell him about the party?" Roger said to Carlos in an accusing tone. "Plannin' to have a little party of your own, huh?"
"It's not that so much," Carlos explained. "Tim's not much of a party person from what he tells me, and bein' his last night here and all I didn't want to leave him alone."

"Where's the party?" Tim asked.
"On the beach," Roger replied. "It's not here on the nude beach, but it's on the beach. You should come, Tim. I know you'd enjoy it."
"I'd like to," Tim said. Carlos was right, Tim was not much for parties; but so far he'd really enjoyed meeting Carlos' friends. What he didn't know was that Carlos and his friends were all students at a very exclusive private school, and were all over-achievers. In fact their status at that private school explained why they spoke English so well. Nevertheless Tim did indeed want to go to the party, and Carlos agreed readily. "Right now though, I've got to go take care of that little assignment," Tim announced, and headed for the rest room while Miguel and Roger quizzed Carlos on exactly what "assignment" Tim was talking about.

Tim was appalled at the condition of the washroom and considered trying to find a cleaner one, but he knew that his situation was becoming urgent, so he went into the least filthy stall and sat down after carefully wiping the seat with toilet paper. As he was sitting there taking care of business, he heard two teens enter noisily, laughing and joking in Spanish. He heard them quiet down as they used the urinal, then one of the boys said to the other in English with a heavy Hispanic accent, "Whew! The air is really bad in here, Juan! Do you suppose all gringo's pollute the air like that, or is it only ones with no prick?"
"I don't know, Manuel," the other answered in an even thicker accent. "I sure wouldn't want to stick my cock where that stink came from!" Manuel laughed heartily as the pair walked back to the door. They were still laughing as Tim heard the door open and close, then it was silent again. He finished his task and cleaned himself up, being careful to follow the instructions Dr. Smith had given him on how to clean up his new configuration properly. As he exited the booth, he glanced in the filthy mirror and saw that the noisy pair hadn't left at all! They had simply opened and closed the door, and were now standing silently and grinning at him. Tim's heart jumped to his throat.

"On second thought, it might be interesting. You ever fucked a boy with no cock, Juan?" the bigger of the two said as they walked towards Tim. He knew he was in for a fight, and that was not very good news to Tim. At the best of times he wasn't that much of a fighter, and this certainly wasn't the best of times. He was outnumbered and naked, and he'd been warned that if he exerted himself too much he could do serious damage to his surgical site.
"Never have, Manuel," the other said. "I think we better check it out, don't you? His is kinda cute, for a gringo. Maybe we could even crush his balls and make a real girl outta him. He'd make a nice girl, don't you think?"
"We don't need to get his balls off to make him a girl," Manuel said as he grabbed an arm, Juan grabbing the other one. "Once he gets a taste of my big cock up his boy pussy he'll be a girl for anyone that wants it." To punctuate his statement, Manuel punched Tim hard in the stomach. Tim made no sound except the WHOOSH of air rushing out of his lungs. He thought of pleading with them but quickly discarded the idea. If he was going to be sodomized and probably shamed in other ways as well, he would at least be left with his dignity!

Tim was appalled at the enormous pricks that were about to invade his virgin hole, but instead of fear, he felt a surge of power and extreme anger. He hadn't even tried to struggle or fight back because he knew there was no use, and there was always the risk of injuring his freshly modified groin. But there was no way he was going to be humiliated in this way without doing some humiliating of his own. "Go ahead," he said in a loud, strong voice, "rape me! You're both bigger than I am, and there's two of you. It'll be the best fuck you ever got and the best one you'll ever get because the only way you'll ever fuck anyone is by force! Have your fun, you bastards! No one wants your ugly cocks any other way!"

Tim hadn't really expected that his outburst would discourage his attackers, and it didn't. He very soon found himself standing with his feet splayed, his head held firmly between Juan's knees with his hands held behind his back while Manuel was behind him, his giant penis hard and drooling, about ready to thrust it into his victim's very tight hole. Tim wanted to cry, but he would allow himself no such luxury. He wanted to fight so bad it hurt, but there was no way he could. He knew that a violent rape would probably tear him to shreds inside, but right now that didn't matter. All Tim had left right now was his dignity, and he wasn't about to lose that, and he most certainly wasn't going to give it away!

There had never been any real danger, but of course Tim didn't know that. Carlos, Miguel and Roger had all sat and watched Tim's very attractive nude body as he walked to the rest room. They had also seen Manuel and Juan enter shortly after, and they immediately sensed trouble. Manuel and Juan had both been classmates of Carlos and his friends, but only for one year. They could not keep their grades up to the high standards of the school, and their behavior was abysmal. They were both sons of very wealthy businessmen in Mexico City and were used to getting their own way, but unfortunately the school they were attending was accustomed to wealthy students, so their two newcomers were no novelty, nor did the school depend on them for its survival. What the school did demand were excellent grades and impeccable behavior. Since their expulsion a year ago, the pair had stayed on in Cancun, their parents either uncaring or unaware that they were no longer in school. "Tim's been in there long enough, don't you think?" Carlos suggested.
"If I couldn't take a shit in the time he's been in there, I'd be asking your dad to cut me a new asshole," Roger said with a grin. "Let's go kick some butt!"

Manuel had his drooling cockhead pushed against Tim's pucker hole when the door burst open. Juan's knees loosened their grip on Tim's head just enough for Tim to move it, and he took advantage of the surprise and brought it up hard into Juan's crotch, fairly crushing his balls. Juan immediately fell to his knees on the filthy, pissy floor as Miguel's fist connected with the bridge of Manuel's nose, producing a torrent of blood. "Get outta here, Tim!" Carlos ordered as he got Juan in an arm lock.
"The hell I will," Tim replied, his anger boiling to the danger level. "I've enjoyed the humiliation, and there's no fuckin' way I'm gonna miss the retribution!"

There really wasn't that much retribution. Tim showed no more interest in Juan, having caused an ache in his balls that would last well into the night. As Manuel was getting to his feet, Tim planted a fast hard knee in his balls, then called the matter concluded. "Thanks, guys," he said to his three friends as they exited the washroom, "you're the greatest friends a guy could ever want."
"You weren't so bad yourself," Miguel said. "We heard what you said to those guys, Tim. I agree with Carlos: your balls are working just fine!"
"I suppose you're not so anxious to go to that beach party now," Carlos observed. "After that little incident, I can't say I blame you."
"Are you kidding?" Tim replied. "I wouldn't miss that party now if it was the last thing I ever do! There's no way those clowns are gonna dampen my spirits!" In fact, Tim had long ago decided that there was no way he could face a whole beach full of partying teenagers, but something had happened to him in that washroom, and it was far more profound than an attempted rape. In the years to come, Tim would thank his attackers many times for the self esteem they had unwittingly taught him. Tim knew now, for perhaps the first time in his life, that he wasn't the worst piece of humankind that had ever walked the earth! The two would be rapists had given Tim's self esteem a shot in the arm that years of therapy could never have achieved. Tim had also learned to appreciate friends where he found them. Two of the friends who had just rescued him had only been in his life for a few hours, yet he counted them as true friends.
"Manuel and Juan will probably be there," Carlos pointed out.
"So much the better," Tim answered with a determination that even surprised himself. "It'll give me a chance to show them that they can't intimidate this gringo easily. I'm going, Carlos! I was hoping you'd come too."

The party was, to quote Tim after it was over, "a total blowout!" He and his three companions had gone for a nice but light meal in the late afternoon, then returned to the beach where Tim wanted to take one last nude swim. After the boys were dried and redressed in their shorts and nothing else, Tim made his regular phone calls to his parents and Larry, then they all headed for the location of the party. There they found about three dozen happy teenagers. They were all dancing, talking, pairing off and necking, and yes, even drinking; but not to excess. The laws concerning things like teenage drinking were a lot more liberal in Mexico, and as a result teen drinking was common but didn't seem that much of a concern. Tim didn't see a single person all evening who'd had too much to drink. He even had a beer or two himself, and much to his surprise, he enjoyed them!

Manuel and Juan did not appear, although they might have shown up some time during the evening and, seeing Tim and his friends there having the time of their lives, just left. Tim would never know, for he and his friends would never see the two boys again.

All too soon the party was over and everyone started drifting home. Some had summer jobs they had to go to in the morning; others had summer school that demanded their attention, and still others had parents who insisted that they be home at a decent hour. So shortly after midnight, after exchanging warm hugs with Miguel and Roger, plus about ten other really great kids Tim had met, he and Carlos headed back to Tim's hotel. "You live in paradise, Carlos," Tim said as he fought the tears. "Leaving here in the morning is gonna be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Mexico isn't at all like what I've pictured all my life."

"Yeah," Carlos agreed, "I've got a great life and I love it here. But don't fool yourself, there's a shady side too. Just like your country, it's not all good. We're both very fortunate that our parents can shield us from that other side. We're the privileged few in the world, Tim!" Tim thought of what Carlos had said, and he knew his friend was right. He thought of his own parents and how often he had secretly wished them replaced by someone else's. He realized that his very presence in Cancun right now was a direct result of all his parents had provided him all his life; and what had he done in return? He had misled them, and he had used their trust to achieve his own goals without regard to what they thought or wished. There was still no doubt that he'd done what he had to do, but suddenly he found himself wishing that he'd waited until he was no longer a dependant. As long as he was eating their food, living under their roof and sleeping in their bed, he owed them, didn't he?

Tim and Carlos made love again when they were back in the hotel room. It was the same as the time before: Carlos anointed Tim's throat twice and his hand once over a period of a little over two hours, while Tim became more and more frustrated at not being able to cum. Carlos tried everything he knew and a lot he didn't know including sucking and nuzzling, feeling and probing, licking and kissing; but it was no use. It seemed that Tim had relied on his now absent member too much for his orgasms, and without it he couldn't achieve a climax no matter how aroused he got. As before, both teens finally fell asleep, exhausted.

On the way to the airport next morning, neither boy was in the mood for much talking. "I almost forgot," Carlos said as he handed Tim an envelope. "They're the pictures we took the night before your surgery, plus a few others. And my dad asked me to give you this," he added as he handed Tim a second sealed envelope, choking back the tears. "He told me to ask you not to open it till you're on the plane."
"What is it?" Tim asked.
"I have no idea," Carlos replied. "I assume it's some last minute instructions, although I can't imagine what might be in there that he hasn't already covered. Anyway, it's not like we'll never see each other again. If you find someone in the next two years, it's ok. We're friends for life, and if that's all we can ever be it's ok. But I'll be in Chicago in two years to go to medical school, so just don't give up on me, ok?"

Tim didn't answer. He couldn't say a thing! There simply was nothing left to say that hadn't already been said, except for those things for which there are no words to express. So he simply said what countless friends, lovers, even enemies say when they say good-bye: "Thanks, Carlos, for everything!" He didn't have to say any more because he knew that Carlos already knew what "everything" meant. The most important thing to Tim when he'd landed in Cancun almost two weeks ago was the removal of his penis; second most important was his research on the Maya Indians. But now that he was about to leave, those two objectives paled in comparison to what he had achieved. It wasn't the same Tim Chandler who boarded a plane for Atlanta, connecting to Chicago. Tim was more self confident now, more in control, more aware of people and places and things around him. Tim could look at himself in the mirror now and see far more than a sex machine, a homosexual, a mixed-up teen. What Tim saw now when he looked in a mirror was a person! He could function, could achieve with the best of them, could love passionately. True, he could no longer perform sexually, but he could give others extreme pleasure, and wasn't that what was most important after all? The removal of Tim's sex organ was, at best, a tragedy; but the rewards for his having done it were immeasurable!

There were very few words spoken as two tearful teenagers embraced unashamedly in the Cancun airport, just before Tim went through the security checks. "I love you, gringo!" Carlos said as they gazed into each other's eyes. "Remember, friends forever, no matter what else happens."
"I love you too, Mex," Tim replied. "Friends forever!" Then he was passing through the security check, walking down the long pedway to his departure gate, everything blurred as he looked through teary eyes. He turned one last time to see Carlos' beautiful olive body, clad as usual in shorts and tank top, as it turned and walked toward the entrance to the parking lot. "Be well, my friend," he whispered to himself as he turned to continue his walk to the big bird that would take him home.

Next: XIII: Back Home In Chicago