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XXVI Back To Cancun
When Tim and his father arrived back at the computer store, everyone was there: Terry, Nate, Jared and Laura were all in the shop assembling new computers; Valerie was in the office dealing with some financial matters; Virginia was on the sales floor, and Baby Tim was sleeping peacefully in Barry's office. As he entered, Barry flipped the "OPEN" sign over to indicate "CLOSED" and locked the door, then motioned to his wife to follow him. Virginia knew her husband well enough to know this was important, so she popped into the office long enough to summon Valerie, and then everyone was in the shop, waiting for Barry's announcement. "We're not gonna be needing any more new computers for a while," he began. "Thanks to you four assemblers, we're well stocked for a while. We'll be offering a price break for anyone who wants one of the machines as-is, without any further customization, and we'll still be making more on them than we would have under the contract. In the meantime I want you to go ahead and plan to go to Cancun on schedule. The contract with Meyers is off." A wave not unlike an electric shock passed over Terry's body as he heard the words that spelled doom for his manhood. After having been all psyched up to do the deed, then having the trip postponed, he had come to the point emotionally where he believed that a delay was good, that he needed the extra time to reconsider all his options. Now, it seemed, that delay was no longer an option and he was going to have to make his decision in less than three weeks! He looked at Jared, and there he saw a wide smile, but the smile didn't seem genuine to Terry. He looked at Nathan. No smile there, only shock! What in the world! he thought to himself. It seemed suddenly that no one wanted to go to Cancun! Or was he imagining it? "Uhhh guys," Barry said as he looked around at the faces of the boys, "I thought that would be good news. I didn't sentence everyone to life in prison, I said you get to go ahead and take that trip to Cancun. I thought you'd be delighted!" Nate told Tim he'd rather be alone that night, so Tim reluctantly dropped him off at home then went home himself. There was still one issue he wanted to discuss and that was whether or not to tell Nate's mother of their plans. But Tim knew his young lover was having second thoughts, so he decided to give him some breathing room to try to sort things out in his mind. Meanwhile Tim had seen the look of absolute terror in his brother's eyes, so he hoped that Terry would stay home tonight as well so they could talk. Unfortunately he was disappointed. Laura took Terry home, as usual, and said she'd pick him up after dinner because she wanted to talk to him. Jared didn't go home after work. Instead he headed his car downtown, all the time cursing himself for not having gone through with what he'd started with Ronnie. No matter though, this time would be different. This time he would first apologize to Ronnie and beg his forgiveness, assuring him that he would make it worth his while to try again. He would explain that it really was his first time and that he had chickened out, but this time would be different. Then once in the hotel room he would do it all! He realized now what a catch Ronnie had been: about his own age, pretty good looking, great body and an attitude that wasn't that bad either. Unfortunately Jared was disappointed because Ronnie was nowhere to be found. He stayed downtown almost until midnight, but no Ronnie. He even asked some of the other male hookers he saw, but the reply was always the same: No one had seen him since Jared had picked him up the other night. Jared would never know it, but where Ronnie was, was in the hospital fighting for his life. He had decided to take advantage of the free motel room after Jared had left and had called a client who had hired him twice before. He knew this man was abusive, but on his previous two dates they had been in the man's car, in an isolated parking lot, so activities had been seriously limited. Besides, Ronnie had discovered that he rather enjoyed a bit of rough handling. However he wasn't prepared for what happened in the relative freedom of that motel room. The man had brought along a small gym bag, which Ronnie would soon discover was filled to overflowing with various implements of torture. Before he even had time to protest, Ronnie found himself naked and handcuffed to the bed, all four of his limbs chained securely to the four bed posts and a gag in his mouth. The man had then proceeded to beat him senseless, then he cut off all his genitals and left him alone, slowly bleeding to death with his cock and balls stuffed in his mouth. Fortunately for Ronnie the salesman in the next room had heard all the ruckus and come knocking on Ronnie's door. Finding it ajar, he had peeked in and seen the helpless young whore on the bed, still chained spreadeagled. By that time there was blood everywhere and the kind salesman couldn't imagine that the young man was still alive. He had immediately called 9-1-1, then did what he could to stop the bleeding just in case. Ronnie recovered in an amazingly short period of time, once he had regenerated some of the blood he had lost. He would have been pleased, at that point, to tell his story to Jared or anyone else who was interested, had he got the chance. Ronnie was neither homeless, nor was he working the streets because he needed the money. He wasn't fabulously wealthy, but he was comfortable, a second year student who actually knew Tim and had often lusted for the delectable young swimmer. But Ronnie had been absolutely, totally, helplessly addicted to sex: any sex! He had been plying his wares on the streets because that's where he could get all he wanted and more, and make a little pocket money in the bargain. And the fact that his last client had rendered him a nullified eunuch was welcome news to Ronnie. He could have done without the beating, but if he'd known what his cutter was planning he would have submitted gladly. At last he would be free of his addiction! Unfortunately he would never meet Jared again on the street, so he couldn't tell him anything. His family, once he was well enough, transferred him to another college and hushed up the entire incident. Ronnie did well after that, having been rewarded for his sex addiction by no sex at all. Jared would meet him again several years later when they were both residents at a large hospital, but neither would ever discover the state of the other's genitals. Jared finally went home, as before his inclinations unfulfilled. As he drove out of the red light district, he noticed several female hookers standing on the sidewalk, some of them not bad looking at all. But as he regarded them his mind was filled, not with lust, but with absolute revulsion. He still didn't consider himself attracted to men any more than women, but the thought of being intimate with a female who did it for money certainly held no attraction for him. Also as before he determined to masturbate after getting in bed, but he didn't. He just crawled into bed and scolded himself, trying to convince himself that his original plan, to be emasculated without ever having experienced a sexual release, had been the best one after all. Still the thoughts, the doubts, the unanswered questions haunted him. "What on earth is going on, Tim?" Barry asked when Tim and his parents were all seated in the living room. "I thought you kids would be delighted that you could go to Cancun on schedule. Actually I think I would have had a more positive reaction if I had pronounced the death sentence on all of you. What in the world is wrong?" Tim opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. His parents had been so great! They had been working so hard to understand their gay son, to accept and embrace what to them had been unspeakable only a year ago. They had even looked the other way and said nothing when Nathan slept over, and they would have to be totally blind not to know that he and Tim were sleeping together, the word "sleep" being used euphemistically. But did he dare venture into the realm of Terry and Laura and their private lives? Did he have any right to go there? Did he have any right not to? He decided that he should just let sleeping dogs lie for the time being. He was a little concerned why Laura wanted to speak to Terry tonight, but he had a pretty good idea what the topic would be. So he would wait for Terry to tell him about it at bed time before he pursued the matter. "He's also real torn up over that basketball mess," Tim added as an afterthought. "Think about it, Dad. He was riding so high, the team's MVP game after game, and they were headed to the championships, then all of a sudden the whole team falls apart and it's somehow HIS FAULT! He still has no idea what he did, but he's real bummed out about it." "Not a problem, Dad," Tim said. "I can almost guarantee his mind won't be on basketball in Cancun." *********************** Nate sat in his room with the door closed, staring unseeing at his computer screen. He had bolted down his dinner, then rushed his mom out of the kitchen telling her that he would clean up. He knew if they did it together that it would take longer, and he wanted to get to his computer before it got too late. He also knew that if she had a chance, his mom would start asking questions - questions for which he had no answer, nor did he want to try. Once in his room he started surfing the various body modification and castration sites he knew about, trying to find answers that simply would not come from a computer screen. He was just as committed as he'd ever been to having a penectomy, but now that the time was getting close he was becoming more apprehensive. He jumped practically out of his skin when Valerie tapped on the door lightly. Quickly closing his browser, Nate invited his mother in. "Nate, honey, what's wrong?" she said as she stood behind him and began massaging his neck. "You've hardly said a word since Barry announced you could all go to Cancun. I would have thought you'd be overjoyed! And your neck is about as tense as I've ever seen it. You're all tied up in knots, son." Nate sat silently, allowing the pleasurable sensations of his mother's fingers to flow throughout his body as she massaged his neck. She was so incredibly good at reading him! He should have known he could never go through something as traumatic as removing his sex organ without her suspecting something. She had seen him through so many difficulties, some of which she had completely hidden from him while she bore the burden alone. She'd been so great about his sexuality, had got him to the point where he was perfectly comfortable with it, even taking the attitude that anyone who had a problem with his being gay would have to deal with it themselves, because Nathan Seymore was Nathan Seymore, gay teen, whether anyone liked it or not. How could he now keep his secret from her? Wouldn't she be doubly hurt if she somehow found out after the fact? But if he did tell her, he ran the risk not only of having her stop his surgery, but also nixing Terry's plans and getting Tim in a whole lot of trouble in the process. ********************* "I got the distinct impression this afternoon you weren't the least thrilled that our trip is back on," Laura said when she and Terry were alone. They had chosen to drive to the overlook, where they loved to go and look out over the restless waters of Lake Michigan while discussing something important. "Are you changing your mind about the surgery?" They didn't talk about anything else. Their minds were both whizzing along at mach 4, considering all the possibilities, wondering about alternatives, trying to find some way to arrive at a solution, a definite decision, a commitment that they could both live with. At the same time they were both totally happy just sitting in the car, listening to the music on the radio, holding hands, being together. Terry kept telling himself over and over that this was all he would ever need: to be close to the one he loved and know they were making each other happy; but he wasn't sure. How on earth could he GET sure? ************************* Coach Masterson sat in his living room, beer in hand, watching the college basketball game he'd taped Sunday afternoon. Once he'd had a chance to cool off and reflect on what he'd done, his temper had really flared into an outright rage; only now that rage was self directed. how in the world could I have been so stupid? he asked himself. That Chandler kid is a good kid and I knew it! He didn't do anything except what he always does, which is his best, and his best is damn good! Now I've probably ruined my chances of ever coaching college ball, and I've destroyed what could have been a pretty bright future for a neat kid. Damn, I'm so fucking stupid I should be put out of my misery! He picked up the phone and called the principal, wondering if he'd heard from Terry's parents yet. "Not yet," Principal Hall said, "but you know I'm going to." Coach Masterson hung up after muttering another apology to his boss. Mr. Hall was trying his best to support his coach and athletic director, but it wasn't easy and Masterson realized it. But now what? He didn't know anything else but teaching kids, loved being a coach and he knew he was good at it, except for that incredible temper of his. Then something he read one day popped into his mind out of nowhere. It had been an article about violence in athletics. The article had proposed the theory, only a theory, that athletes often become overly aggressive after having taken large doses of testosterone to improve their muscle tone. It had even gone on to postulate that there were probably some athletes who were naturally living with more testosterone than they needed. "Have you ever known someone who was just plain aggressive, irritable, had a violent temper?" the article had asked. Then it had theorized that these people might, just might, be secreting more testosterone than they needed. Masterson had scoffed at the article at the time, but now he wondered. He picked up the phone again and left a message with his doctor's answering service. He needed an appointment to get some blood tests, and soon. **************************** Nate had finally avoided any more questions from his mother and started to get ready for bed. It was late, but not too late to do what he hadn't done since he and Tim had become lovers almost a year ago. He slowly removed all his clothes, then fished around in his closet until he found the old T-shirt he knew was there. I love Tim so much, and I love what he does to me; but there are times when you just gotta do it yourself! he whispered to himself as he settled down in bed, making a tent with his knees, and began to stroke. It seemed to Nate as he fondled himself, examined himself, and reveled in the delicious feelings of stroking himself, that his cock was a little larger, a little more sensitive, a little more erotic than it had ever been before. Could it be that his wonderful male member had somehow sensed that its days were numbered and was trying to redeem itself, trying desperately to demonstrate what a terrible loss it would be to its master to lose it? If that's what you're tryin' to do, you're doin' a hell of a good job of it! he whispered to the thing in his hand as he felt the climax building. When the first rope of white sticky fluid rushed out of Nate's manhood, it totally paralyzed him. He moaned loudly, almost in a muffled scream as his hand was filled, the cloth he had so meticulously retrieved forgotten as he emitted shot after shot of hot liquid in his hand, on his belly, and on both bed sheets: one above him, one below. Ohhhhh MAN! he groaned as his entire midsection shuddered uncontrollably with his spasms. In her bedroom, Valerie was putting her hair in curlers before going to bed. She heard motion coming from her son's bedroom - a rhythmic motion that could only mean one thing, then a muffled high pitched squeal, followed by a very breathy "Ohh MAN!" She could guess what had happened, after all there was a very virile, healthy 16 year old in that bedroom. But he was alone! By his choice Tim, his lover, wasn't here. That she thought odd, but she shrugged and went back to her hair. She listened carefully, but there were no more noises from Nate's room. ************************* Tim was lying in his bed, alone, crying. He wanted desperately to be with Nate tonight, but Nate had shunned him, said he wanted to be alone. He knew his young lover was upset, confused, unsure of himself and he knew that Nate needed him. Perhaps even more important, Tim needed Nate! He considered driving over there, but Nate had made it pretty clear that what he wanted right now was solitude, and to go to bed early. So Tim had followed suit and gone to bed early himself. He decided that tonight was the night that he would overcome his disability, his self imposed handicap, and have an orgasm. He had fondled his vacant groin, caressed his patch of pubic hair where his penis should have been, and he had liked it. He had felt his phantom erection growing.... growing... throbbing... but it had gone just so far and then stopped. Tim fondled his balls, cupping them in his hands and whispering to them how much they had grown, how good they made him feel when he touched them. He had squeezed them, rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger. He had pulled them down until the skin of his scrotum was stretched as tight as it would go, then he had pressed them hard against his body. Everything felt good, but not good enough. Getting more desperate now, Tim thought about prostate orgasms. From the very first time he'd spoken to Dr. Smith, and even before that in his online discussions with Eric, Tim had been told that he could always get off as long as he had a prostate. As far as Tim knew, his prostate was still alive and well, and he was about to find out. He hopped out of bed and rummaged through his desk until he'd found what he was looking for. Perfect! he exclaimed. He held up a large Sharpie felt pen - the kind with the rounded end. Back in his bed and somewhat repulsed by his own actions, he soon had the pen in his hand buried almost three inches into his own anus. He thought about how disgusting what he was doing was, then wondered how in the world so many gays could get off on this type of activity. But then he was comforted to know that soon he would understand. Soon he would cum, and then it would all be clear to him. He would understand finally what was all the big deal with anal sex. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be able to find his own prostate. He poked and probed around with the end of that pen, all the time pushing it further and further in and expecting any moment to feel the electric exhilaration of a stimulated prostate; but all he felt was disgust with himself for poking something in his butt and playing with it. When he was with Nate, or Terry for that matter, it didn't seem to matter any more whether he could cum or not. He had got used to not having a climax and was ok with it; but when he was alone, like now, all the memories of the hundreds of times he'd derived some comfort from solitary sex came flooding back and he was desperate to cum, but he couldn't. Now his degree of frustration was even deeper. Now he had reduced himself to playing with his ass, and it made him feel absolutely depraved! And so he scrambled out of bed to throw the pen in the trash, then he got back in bed and cried himself to sleep. *********************** "I think we'd better go," Laura said to her sleeping boyfriend. Terry had fallen asleep, his head in her lap. He looked so peaceful, so angelic, that she just let him sleep while she caressed his beautiful golden hair. She had been reflecting on how mature Terry was, how difficult it was to remember that he was still only 14, what with all he'd accomplished and all that everyone expected of him. But when he was asleep, he was suddenly transformed into a beautiful little boy, and she loved him so much it hurt deeply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," Terry apologized as he woke up. Tim felt the bed jiggle as his brother crawled in beside him, but he didn't wake up. He just grunted and rolled over, throwing one arm around Terry's neck. He did wake up a few minutes later though with the delicious feelings of somebody's hand stroking his vacant pubic area. When he opened his eyes he found himself staring directly into the beautiful eyes of his brother. "Sorry," Terry whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you, but I just had to touch you. I love the way it feels there!" There was no more discussion. Tim pushed his groin into the hand that was caressing it, and both brothers were soon fast asleep. ************************* "You did what?" Tim practically screamed at Nate. It was a week later... only 10 days before their scheduled departure for Cancun. Tim had just picked up Nate after school. "Pull over, Tim," Nate ordered. "Please, you're driving like a madman! You're scaring me, Tim!" Tim did pull over because he knew Nate was right. When he got in a fit of anger he had a tendency to do that: he drove too fast, squealed tires, took corners too fast, even ran stop signs and red lights! Tim was basically a good driver - good enough to accept correction, if only from selected people. So he found a spot to park and turned off the engine. "Mom's not gonna tell anyone," Nate assured him. "And please, Tim, don't be mad. You've always said you admired how close Mom and I are. You shoulda known I'd have to tell her before it was over. She knew something was up, so it was only a matter of time..." Tim's anger was slowly dissipating. He had been somewhat disarmed by Nate's reaction to his calling him "Nathan" - Nate had started to cry. "That's the first time you've called me Nathan' since you started calling me Nate,' he sniffled. "It's gonna be all right, Tim. You'll see." **************************** Howard Masterson sat at his desk, preparing the speech he would give on the last day of classes before the spring break. He had been relieved of all teaching duties because the mood of the students was threatening to get ugly. Principal Hall had offered to arrange for a transfer to another school, or for an early retirement if he chose, but Howard declined both offers. He was still angry over the developments at Midwestern High, but his anger was now directed at himself. He had spoken with several of the parents, including Barry Chandler, and Mr. Hall had been quite pleasantly surprised at how meek and apologetic his feisty coach had been. In all cases, Masterson had proposed that he be allowed to appeal to the students as a group, agreeing that if they still rejected him after hearing what he had to say, he would leave without further argument. The coach had been to see his doctor and had his blood tests. The doctor had told him that indeed his testosterone levels were slightly elevated, but not enough, the doctor said, to cause the kind of violent outbursts he had experienced. Nevertheless Howard was determined to do what he could to correct the imbalance. The doctor had given him a prescription for a castration drug, but the dosage had not been strong enough to completely eliminate the hormone. That was ok though because the dedicated coach had discovered an alternative, and he was planning to act upon what he'd found. Coach Masterson had discovered that he liked kids, enjoyed his job more than he'd realized. He would tell them first of all that he was profoundly sorry for his actions and beg them for another chance. He would explain that he had found that he had a medical condition that could partly explain his actions, and that he would be having it taken care of during the spring break. He wasn't making excuses, he would say, but he wanted to assure the entire student body that he could and would do anything and everything in his power to moderate his temper. If he failed, he would gladly leave to make way for a better person. Satisfied now with what he would say, the coach began to write. ************************* Terry had a lot of time on his hands the last few days of school. Homework assignments were lighter, and basketball practices for him, for the entire team for that matter, were a thing of the past. Then when the Meyers contract had fallen through, his services were no longer required at the computer store. Tim was still working at the store, making sure that all the bases were covered for the two week absence of all the store's technical staff, which left Nate with a lot of time on his hands as well. So Terry and Nate spent a lot of time together. They could be found just about every afternoon either in the driveway shooting baskets and trying to keep their skills sharp, or in one or the other's bedroom, either masturbating themselves or each other. "You gettin' nervous?" Nate asked while Tim was talking with his mother. He gone home with Tim, then had taken his mom's car and driven over to Terry's where they were now getting ready to perform their daily ritual. Nate stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend, his shorts and underpants around his ankles, and he admired him. "It's kinda too bad in a way," he observed. "You got a really great body! It's a shame to cut anything off it." *************************** "You wanted to see me?" Tim said nervously as he almost sneaked into the Seymore house. Nate had practically run to his mom's car and got out of there as quickly as he could. Tim wasn't thrilled at facing the music alone, but he concluded that Nate was following instructions, that his mom wanted to do what she was going to do without any witnesses. "Mrs. Seymore, I just wanted you to know that this isn't something I talked Nate into," Tim began as soon as they were seated. "Ok... uhhh MOM," Tim said as he relaxed a little. Then he repeated his earlier statement, that he hadn't talked Nate into this, but rather had tried to talk him out of it. Tim's blood ran cold. Now was the time when she was going to lower the boom, to forbid them from going. Tim knew he had a legal right to sign that consent form anyway, but he also knew he wouldn't. He couldn't do that to Mom Seymore! Now that the cat was out of the bag, he would have to treat this situation the same way he'd treated every other: he was Nate's guardian in name only. If she said no, then it would have to be no! "But Nate told me that you..." he began to protest. "Nate was a lot more traumatized meeting his father than he's let on," Valerie revealed. "I know because I know my son pretty well. I know because of all the questions he's asked since that night. He has asked me endless questions about his father: what kind of a husband he was, what was he like before we were married, why he couldn't deal with having a child, why on earth we had a child in the first place knowing he felt that way, and... and in particular had he been with other women. He was aghast to learn that there had been other women both before and after our marriage, and frankly it scared him to death, Tim!" "Terrified him!" Valerie repeated. "He believes very much in the adage like father, like son,' and he knows he's not an ugly kid by any stretch of the imagination. He is afraid that sooner or later he'll be tempted to fool around on you, or that someone will be attracted to him and things will get out of control. He is convinced that if he doesn't have a penis, a lot of his attractiveness will be gone, so there's less chance that he'll ever stray. He wants that security, Tim, and I want it for him! And that's why I won't stand in your way." "So you think he's doing it for me, right?" Tim suggested. Tim did not hesitate to give Valerie the assurance she wanted. His phantom erection was screaming at him for release as he reflected on what Nate's mother had just told him. The thought that Nate was even more committed than he'd thought, that he was very clearly having a penectomy as a form of sacrifice was turning him on incredibly! Nate Seymore didn't know it yet, but he would not sleep alone tonight; in fact it was doubtful that he'd sleep very much anywhere with what Tim had planned! "There's one more thing," Valerie said. "Since I have your undivided attention, you might as well know the other reason why I'm not raising hell about what's about to happen to my son. I know what most gay boys and men do, Tim. When I first suspected that Nate was gay I did a lot of research. Frankly the thing that bothered me more than any other was the thought that he would be engaging in anal sex. He has assured me that you are not interested in such things, but I believe that as long as you and he are partners, you having no penis and he having one, it's only a matter of time. But if neither of you has one..." Valerie would not discuss Terry's situation except for the obvious: to remind Tim how very young the boy was and that he'd better be prepared for the possibility of his changing his mind, either before or after it was too late. Aside from that, she said, it was really none of her business so she would stay out of it, which also meant she would keep her silence. As for Jared, he was an adult and therefore master of his own destiny, at least in Valerie's eyes, and knowing the kind of power his father wielded she didn't want to get involved anyway. ************************* Terry sat in the gym of Midwestern High, listening to Coach Masterson make his appeal to the students. It was the last day of school before the break; tomorrow morning, early, he and Tim, Nate, Laura and Jared would all be at the airport on their way to Cancun. There had been a bit of an uproar last night in the Chandler home when Tim announced he wanted a Medical Power of Attorney for his brother. Their parents couldn't see the need for such a thing, so Terry and Tim had to point out some of the dangers that might require medical attention. They had to be careful though, else they would make the trip appear too dangerous to make at all! Once more Terry's keen mind had managed to walk the fine line and they had their form, signed and notarized. The coach had already mentioned Terry's name twice, each time reiterating that Terry had been completely innocent in the entire affair, that it had been his violent temper that had caused all the trouble. The coach then went on to describe in very vague terms some sort of medical condition that caused him to be overly aggressive at times, then he stated that the arrangements had all been made to correct the problem during the spring break. By the end of the summer, he promised, he would be much more calm and in control, so if the student body were willing, he would like to be given another chance. He also confessed that he'd had his eye on a college job, but as a result of this incident had realized that his place was right here at Midwestern High with kids like Terry Chandler and his teammates. Terry had pretty well stopped hearing the man at the point where he described his medical condition. He wondered what on earth could possibly be wrong with a man that would cause such behavior, yet be corrected with what the coach had called a "fairly simple medical procedure." Terry, for one, was more than willing to give the coach another chance. He had liked Coach Masterson before the big blow-up, but there were other issues now. Terry had received a phone call from Coach Benson, head coach at Lincoln High, which was Nathan's school. Benson had offered him a position on the Lincoln team, promising that he had the power and connections to secure a school transfer if Terry would accept. As excited as he was about the prospect of playing on the same team with Nathan and his friends, Terry felt an obligation to stay at Midwestern if at all possible. His friends were there, all his teammates, to say nothing of the unfinished business he had there: that city championship. Now, it seemed, there was a chance to make that happen, if one could believe Coach Masterson. The rest of the student body seemed to be reacting positively to the speech, but Terry wasn't sure. He really didn't have his sights on a college scholarship, but he did want to play ball in college and he knew that another incident like the one last month would probably rule out that possibility. After the assembly, just about everyone on the team approached Terry and asked him what he was going to do. He avoided them, stating that he'd have to think about it over the break. Above all he wanted to avoid Masterson, but that was simply not to be. The coach was waiting for him as he exited the front door of the school. "Terry!" he called, "Terry Chandler! May I have a word? Please?" Terry tried at first to feign not having heard the coach, but Masterson had anticipated that move and positioned himself right in front of the escaping student. "I apologized to the entire school," the coach said as he stuck out his hand. "I thought it only right that I also apologized to you personally, Terry." Terry took the man's hand and shook it. "It's ok," He said weakly. "I'm sorry about your... err... medical problem." Great! Terry thought as he walked to the parking lot where Nathan was waiting in his mom's car. Another big decision to make! Just what I fucking needed! ************************* Jared had offered his dad's limo services to drive them to the airport. There were 5 of them going, and countless other well wishers, including Uncle Jason who had figured out, though he hadn't shared his conclusions even with the travelers, why they were going. He didn't know who was getting cut, but he had a strong suspicion that Nathan was one, and possibly Terry another. So after Jared's offer of the stretch limo, everyone decided to say their good-bye's at home because otherwise parking and moving everyone to where they had to be would be a nightmare. And so by 6 AM on March 11, Don was helping 5 excited teenagers unload the limo in front of the Chicago airport. "One last chance, young sir" he said to Jared. "Your father is more than willing to have me go along if you're willing." Once the plane was airborne, Tim found himself inundated with questions from three surgery candidates. First it was Jared, who was seated on one side of Tim with Nate on the other. He wanted to know what to expect, what would be the procedure when they landed in Cancun. Tim explained to both of them what had happened to him, from the moment he landed in Cancun until the last of the shaving was done. In consideration of Nate, who was listening intently, he omitted what had gone on between him and Carlos before he finally went to sleep. He told them of his flight down and how he had visited the washroom on the plane during the flight and what he had done there. Jared found the idea of jerking off in the plane's washroom quite disgusting, but Nate was obviously intrigued. "Go ahead if you want to," Tim suggested. "It may very well be one of your last chances." At first Nate was too embarrassed, but as Tim went on describing the shaving, the enemas, and what he had done in the washroom, the idea overwhelmed him with desire. What he really wanted was to get it on right there on the plane with Tim, but he knew that would be impossible. So he suggested that they change seats so Terry could hear the whole story first hand. "He's heard it a thousand times," Tim said, but Nate would not be discouraged. "I bet if you offer him he'll want to hear it again," he suggested. Then to prove his point, he looked over the seat at Terry and Laura seated behind them and asked the question. Terry did indeed have a few questions, so he and Nate traded seats when the plane landed in Atlanta. There were 3 very hard penises and one frenzied phantom erection as the jet rocketed skyward from the Atlanta airport and headed south. As Tim repeated the entire process to his brother, he noticed Nate out of the corner of his eye headed up the aisle to the washroom. He could only guess where his lover was going and why, but his active imagination had formed a pretty accurate image long before the door closed and locked. ********************* Once in the tiny washroom, Nate breathed a sigh or relief. The worst was over, he told himself. In his mind the most difficult step was getting on that plane. Once that was done it was all downhill. He would learn that he'd been mistaken, but for now that was what was in his mind. But now he was locked inside the tiny confines of an airplane toilet, his mind forming wild images of Tim in this very space two years ago, before he and Tim had become lovers, facing precisely what he was facing now, except that Tim had been alone. For reasons he could never have explained had he been asked, Nate had to be absolutely naked. It made no sense, no difference actually, but for some reason it was a total necessity. So as quickly as he could, he stripped off all his clothes and piled them on the floor in front of him, and then he took his engorged erection in his hand and began to stroke, all the time wishing that Tim was here now and stroking for him. But he knew before he slept tonight that Tim would indeed get him off at least once; make that twice: once with his hand, once with his lips. The thought of the session that was to come, in spite of the knowledge that it would be his last, sent Nate over the top in record time as he shot rope after hot white rope of Nathan Seymore seed into the stainless steel toilet bowl, his hand, and his lap. As soon as Nate was again seated, face still red from his exertion and enhanced by the knowledge that at least three people on the plane knew exactly what he was doing, Terry announced that he had to use the washroom. "Don't break anything," Tim quipped as his brother got out of his seat. Terry shot Tim a look that could kill as he turned and hurried to the little cubicle that some perverted engineer had called a room. ************************* Somewhere in the south Pacific, Seaman First Class Larry Morgan was standing at attention along with 5 other sailors on the bridge of a large atomic powered aircraft carrier, listening to the captain's proposal. "If you stay on the carrier," the captain concluded, "your tour will definitely be much longer than the original six months. We're headed for the Persian Gulf, and we need you five along, but if any or all of you want to stick to your original plan, I'll have you transported back to the States in time to start school, no hard feelings. Unfortunately I have to have your decision now so I can arrange for replacements if necessary." The other 4 men immediately stated they were ready to go, but Larry hesitated. "Can I take your silence as a no' Morgan?" the captain queried. The captain loved his men, every last one of them. Among the two thousand or so crew of this carrier there was every conceivable personal problem, and Captain Steele considered every one of them his own problem. He looked at Seaman Morgan closely, studying his face. "You love that child, don't you, Morgan?" Larry did think about what the captain had suggested. Actually he had been thinking of it almost constantly ever since Tim had called with the news of Timmy's birth. "You're right, sir," he said to the captain. "I don't know if I'm quite ready to give him up completely yet, but for now I'll stay with the ship... Sir! If possible I'd like to phone to make sure he's all right." After his conversation with Virginia Chandler, Larry was doubly concerned. Virginia had told him that the kids were all off on a two week vacation in Cancun, and Larry had concluded instantly why they were there. The question was, who was getting cut? Was Nathan getting the same surgery that Time had got? Was Terry getting cut? Or had Tim finally had enough frustration and was getting castrated? Larry didn't know the guy Mrs. Chandler called Jared, so he had absolutely no opinion about him. Virginia had assured him that Timmy was an adorable little boy and she had no problems keeping him for the foreseeable future, they had promised to send pictures to prove it. Finally Larry decided he already had enough on his mind, so he tried to forget about the Cancun connection. He said a prayer of thanks for perhaps the thousandth time that his son was well and having his needs met, then reported to the Captain that he was ready to go wherever the ship goes. ************************* When Terry was seated comfortably in the tiny washroom of the plane, he began to fondle himself. He discovered that his penis was actually sore from all the stroking it had been receiving lately - four or more times every day. He still hadn't quite got the hang of masturbating without a foreskin. It hadn't even occurred to him that it would be different, but it was! Without that little tassle of skin rolling under his fist as it pistoned back and forth, some sort of lubrication was almost necessary. When he was home it was no problem. There was always something around to use as a lubricant, but at times like this it wasn't quite so easy. Tim had told him to spit on his hand and on the head of his cock, but Terry found that idea less than appealing. This time it was necessary though. His prick was so raw he knew that the pain of his stroking would overwhelm and undermine the pleasure of one of his last jerkoff sessions. So as he began anointing himself with a mouthful of saliva, his mind went back almost two years when in this very washroom his big brother, all alone and probably scared to death, was facing a similar dilemma. That thought got his engine running really well, and the pain was forgotten as he got into the business at hand. As he felt his loins begin to boil, Terry thought again of his brother, a little less than two years ago, in this very washroom doing the very same thing. He remembered his own shock, his disappointment, when he had seen the result for the first time. He thought about how short a time he had been masturbating regularly, actually about the same time that Tim had been without a penis, and he thought what a shame it would be if he could never do it again. As the tension in his body heightened, he decided that he simply could not go through with it; a second later he realized that he had to! And that's when he exploded into the stainless steel bowl. It happened so suddenly and so violently that Terry didn't get himself aimed in time, sending the first volley of his seed into the boxers that were around his ankles. Still the two thoughts lingered as he came down off his high: I can't do it! and I don't have a choice here; I've got to do it! When the plane finally came to a stop at the gate in Cancun and shut down, three very nervous teenagers emerged in the baggage claim area. Make that 4 nervous teens. Tim was as nervous as the three surgical candidates because he was the one who would have to sign away two of their manhoods. He knew from their comments, the looks on their faces, their general body English that all three were having serious second thoughts. Should he raise the red flag and call it off? He knew that he had enough credibility with Dr. Smith that he could indeed cancel surgery for any and all, even Jared, if he wanted. But did he have any right? Did he have any right not to? Dr. Smith had forewarned Tim that Carlos would not be meeting them because he had school. He would see them in the early afternoon, he'd said, so they could spend the afternoon and evening together. No matter though, Tim spied a very handsome looking Mexican carrying a sign with his name on it. Tim identified himself, and the young man told him in very broken English that he would help load their luggage in his van. He was not associated with the clinic in any way, he told them, but merely a limo service that the doctor had hired to take them to their hotel. He was pleasant enough, but he drove like a madman, scaring all of his passengers totally out of their wits. By the time everyone got checked in and they walked to the little diner next door, Carlos arrived. He and Tim embraced warmly - a little too warmly to Nate's liking. Fortunately Tim noticed the frown on his face and pushed himself out of Carlos' arms to introduce everyone. "Carlos, this is my boyfriend Nathan," he said proudly, with a little emphasis on the word "boyfriend." Nate blushed profusely and grinned, then Tim introduced the others. "You folks up for the beach this afternoon?" Carlos offered. "Miguel and Roger are already there, and it'll be the last chance for three of you to swim or dance for a week or so." They found the beach a lot more crowded than the last time Tim had been here, and most of the people there were not Mexican. "This has become a pretty popular spot for Gringo college students in the spring," Carlos explained. "Actually it's probably not a real good idea to go nude, what with all the drunks and crazy students high on drugs around." "Are you sure you know what to do?" Carlos questioned as he handed Tim one of the three kits he'd brought. At around 8 PM Dr. Smith himself came by to check on his three patients. He spoke to each of them in private, then he asked them all to join him in Tim's and Nate's room so he would only have to go over the procedure once. "We're going to try to get you all done tomorrow," he said when they were all gathered. All three had already had two enemas, but no one had been shaved yet. "Jared has asked that he be allowed to stay awake to watch the entire procedure because he is planning to be a doctor. That will probably complicate things a little, but that's his right. He'll be coming over at 6, but the rest of you don't have to come till 7. Any preferences who goes next?" Everyone said no, that Tim had explained the drill very well and they all knew what to expect. So the doctor instructed his son to make sure everyone was well shaved, then he bade them all a good evening and left. "You're gonna watch?" Terry said incredulously. Laura felt something like a fifth wheel when all the prep work was done. Terry wanted to be alone and she could well understand why; Tim and Nate had long since closed the door to their room and were talking, getting Nate ready for what was to come. Jared, to everyone's surprise, was holed up in his room with Carlos. So when Roger showed up and invited Laura to go dancing she jumped at the chance. She and Terry apologized to each other at least six times, but each understood the other's motives. "I guess this is it," Tim said as he caressed Nate's newly shaved crotch. "Do you wanna... you know... I mean, how do you want to do it for the last time?" ***************************** Terry lay alone on his bed, fondling his bald crotch. He wondered where Laura was and what she was doing right now. He wanted her so bad, in a sexual way, but he knew after tonight he would never have her. He thought of Jared who was having everything off. Wouldn't that be the wiser choice? Wouldn't it make more sense, if you have no chance of ever having sex, to eliminate the urges? But then there was his second love: basketball. He still had a lot of growing and developing to do, and he knew that would never happen if he had no balls pumping out their hormonal product. No, he could not have his balls cut off, at least not yet. He thought of his sexuality and how it was about to make an abrupt turn. But what about Tim? Nathan? He'd had sex with both of them and had really enjoyed it. So didn't that mean he was gay? But then he thought of Laura and he knew there was no way in the world he could call himself gay. When he thought of Laura, there was a thrill course through his entire body the likes of which he had never felt before. Ok, so maybe he was Bi. But like it or not, sex or no sex, he was madly in love with Laura, and he knew she was madly in love with him. But right now he was lying naked on his bed, stoking his circumcised penis, wondering what he'd like his last orgasm to be like. Would he prefer it be with Laura, because if that was his choice he knew she would cooperate. Would he like it to be with Tim? Or perhaps Nathan? He also knew that either or both was a possibility, and that experiencing his last orgasm at the same time as Nathan experienced his had some attraction for him. As he thought about it he realized that he didn't want to experience his "last" orgasm tonight at all! And that's when he came. He shot a huge load of jism all over himself, his bed, even splattering two ropes of cum on his face. After the storm was over he reached to his bedside table and took the pill that was there and swallowed it. "I love you, Laura," he whispered. And then he started to cry. ***************************** "You're a good dancer," Roger commented as he and Laura whirled about the floor. Laura explained about her absolute revulsion to sex, that she could never see herself being penetrated by a male organ. She related that Terry had experienced more than one liaison not only with his brother Tim, but also Tim's boyfriend. She had no problem with those homosexual encounters, she told him, but Terry did. He wanted to be hers and hers alone, and as long as he was equipped appropriately he would probably use that equipment for sexual gratification, one way or the other. "So he's having it cut off basically for you, right?" Roger questioned. *********************** Jared and Carlos were lying on Jared's bed watching TV. Jared had been fondling his newly shaved genitals, marveling at how smooth they were, remembering when they had been that way naturally. "I suppose I should take that pill pretty soon," he remarked to Carlos. "You seem to hate sex," Carlos observed. "Mind telling me why?" Carlos' latest statement got Jared's attention in no uncertain terms. "Actually, I didn't know that," Jared said as he propped himself up on one elbow. For reasons he didn't understand he found the comment intriguing. It didn't take a lot of convincing to get Carlos to tell him about it. Carlos related the entire story, including some details that even Tim didn't know. "It didn't work out with Gina and me," Carlos concluded. "I just couldn't get my mind off Tim no matter how hard I tried. I guess I'm saying that I'm gay after all. I would have Tim back in a heartbeat if it weren't for Nathan." Jared and Carlos did indeed get it on, and Jared experienced his very first orgasm as a result of Carlos' efforts. It was very special for Jared, especially because it would also be his last. "But if you enjoyed it so much..." Carlos protested. ************************** Tim and Nate lay quietly together, their hands idly roaming over each other's body. "You feel so different with everything shaved," Tim commented. Tim hopped out of bed and retrieved the prep equipment, then lay on a towel on the bed and watched as Nate shaved him. His phantom erection was driving him wild, as was Nate's real one. By the time Tim's crotch was totally devoid of hair, they were both as horny as they had ever been. They got into a 69 position and Nate began nuzzling Tim's bald crotch, and Tim did the same to Nate. "I like it!" Nate's muffled voice said from between Tim's legs. "WOW!" Tim exclaimed when he had recovered. He shifted around in the bed and Kissed Nate deeply. There were tears in Nate's eyes - tears of happiness for his lover. "I'm so glad that happened," he whispered. "Now I can go ahead and have the surgery knowing that my last orgasm happened at the same time you had your first with no cock." Tim did. He took the pill off the bedside table and slowly, lovingly held it within two inches of Nate's pretty face. He kissed him, long and deep, then slowly pushed the pill that would prevent any more erections into Nate's parted lips. Nate swallowed, then they kissed again. Tim whispered a good-bye to Nate's beautiful cock, then they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. *************************** "Hi!" Laura said as she crept into the room. "You ok?" ******************************* By 7 AM all 4 delegates from Chicago, plus Carlos, were seated in the waiting room at Sanchez Medical clinic. Jared was already in the OR and well on the way to becoming a eunuch. Tim was pleasantly surprised at some of the changes that had been made. First, and most important in his mind, was the fact that as each patient's name was called, their reason for being here wasn't announced. Second, the interview booths had been moved away from the waiting room so that there was no possibility for anyone to hear what was being said, no matter what their language. There didn't seem to be as many people in the waiting room, but then Tim was not a patient so he wouldn't be as sensitive to such things either. Tim had been called to the desk to sign consent forms for Nate and Terry. He had grilled them before they left the hotel, pointing out that this was their last chance to change their minds. "No way," they had both said firmly. He had seen the doubt in their eyes, but he left it up to them, reminding them that they could still back out until the anaesthetic rendered them unconscious. As soon as the patients were checked in, they were instructed to undress and don the hospital gowns as Tim had done. Then one by one they were called for their preliminary interview and cursory medical checks. Since the boys hadn't expressed any preference, Nate's name was called first. Tim squeezed his hand as he stood up shakily. "You can still back out," Tim reminded him. "He's scared to death," Laura said the obvious. He gave Tim a frightened look as he stood and headed down the hallway to the examining room. As he walked he almost collided with a large man dressed in a gown similar to his own. "Sorry, sir," he mumbled as he looked into the man's face. He gasped when he recognized the man and almost fell backward. It is difficult without special effects to describe what happened at that moment. In the waiting room, two loud voices were heard simultaneously. One, a deep baritone, yelled "Terry? Terry Chandler?" The other, a very immature tenor, yelled at the exact same instant, "Coach Masterson?" Next: XXVII Surgery
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