Tim's Last Orgasm 13: Back Home In Chicago

Tim settled into his window seat as the flight crew scurried around getting carry-on baggage stowed, making sure everyone's belt was fastened, and all the other things the flight crew do in preparation for takeoff. Unlike his trip down, Tim wasn't the least interested in anything going on outside the window, or in the cabin, including the takeoff itself. His mind was completely occupied with all that had happened to him in the ten days he'd spent in Cancun. This had unquestionably been a profound life changing experience for the handsome teen, and not just because he'd had his body modified in a very radical way. And the one to whom he owed the largest debt was not his surgeon, but his surgeon's son! Tim wondered if their love would stand the test of time. Two years seemed like such a long time to the seventeen year old! Yet somehow he had a confidence that he and Carlos would somehow play a very important part in each other's lives.

As the big plane lifted off, Tim idly ripped open the envelope that Carlos had given him. Inside were about ten sheets of typewritten paper, the first of which was a letter.

Dear Tim,
I felt compelled to write you this short note to thank you once more, not only for having been a good and obedient patient, but also for having made my son Carlos the happiest I have ever seen him.

Carlos has not seen fit to share with me precisely what went on between you two, but I know he will in his own good time. Meanwhile you should know that I am fully aware that you and he shared something that was far more profound than a simple friendship. I can at this point only imagine what that something might be, but as happy as it has made my son, I would be far less than a good father if I did not reassure you that I have no ill feelings toward you as a result. I think I know you well enough to know that whatever happened was not as a result of any premeditation on your part, and I seriously doubt that Carlos would be taken in by that sort of tactic anyway, so the only conclusion I can draw is that it happened out of love, and there can be nothing wrong with any expression of genuine love. Again, I thank you for making your visit to Cancun one of the best things that has ever happened to Carlos.

Knowing my son as I do, I seriously doubt that you have heard the last of him, nor have I heard or seen the last of you. We shall meet again, Tim, and I look forward with happiness to that event. We have something in common now that I had not counted on: My son.

I have included for your review a few documents relating to your new condition: a fully functional young male with no visible means of release of sexual tension. There are techniques in those documents that might help in the future. I encourage you to read them and make your own decision, and if you decide to follow any of the suggestions given that involve a medical or surgical procedure, please do not hesitate to call on me. I will be pleased to do whatever is necessary to enhance your life.

Please take care of yourself, Tim. I have come to care for you a great deal, and I know my feelings pale beside the feelings Carlos has for you. We both share strong desires for the same thing: your welfare. I will not presume to request that you keep in touch because I know that Carlos will see to it that he knows what is going on in your life, and he will share what he knows with me.

Have a safe and pleasant trip home, Tim. Until we meet again, I remain,

Donald Smith

Tim was in tears again before he had finished reading the note. Carlos had not spent that much time at home during Tim's stay, which meant that Dr. Smith must have figured out what was going on long before their last meeting; yet there had been no difference in the way either boy had been treated, no sign that the doctor felt any ill toward his patient. Tim began to wonder if his own father could possibly accept him the way he was some day. He doubted it, but he made a fresh resolve to at least try. He and his father owed it to each other and to themselves to remain good friends no matter what, and Tim was determined to do his part. With that thought on his mind, he folded up the note and returned it with all the other papers to the envelope. He leaned back into the seat back, reclined it slightly, and closed his eyes, tears slowly running down his cheeks.

"Is everything all right, sir?" the voice of the flight attendant jarred Tim out of his almost asleep state.
"Fine," Tim answered sheepishly. "I guess it was a little harder to leave than I had thought it would be."
"You met a girl in Cancun, right?" the stewardess said knowingly. "It happens all the time. I can see the signs on your face." Tim felt a surge of anger, or was it frustration? Why did it always have to be a girl? Didn't the stupid witch know that a guy could fall hopelessly and deliciously for another boy? What was wrong with the world anyway? He felt his face flush, but he didn't say anything. He knew that the stewardess wouldn't understand; no one would! So he closed his eyes again and was soon fast asleep as the plane roared northward.

The next thing Tim knew the plane was landing in Atlanta. He had slept through the entire flight! He had to deplane here, to submit to US Customs and Immigration, so he gathered his things together and hurried off the plane.

Getting through US Customs was much more of a hassle than Tim expected. It struck him as ironic that he had much more trouble trying to get back into his home country than he'd had entering Mexico, but of course he had two extra bags full of documents, artifacts and books related to the Maya Indians. His right to be in the country was not questioned, thanks to his passport; but his right to bring in all the extra baggage was honored only after the officer had inspected it thoroughly.

For some vague reason he didn't understand, Tim was half hoping that Roy had come to meet the plane, but that was silly, wasn't it? Roy probably didn't even know what flight he was on, but still he hoped. He looked all around the terminal, and not seeing any familiar faces got himself a hot dog and a coke, more for something to do than because he was hungry. He had three hours to wait for his connection, but the time went quickly enough after Tim discovered a new and popular airport passtime: people watching.

The second half of the flight was as uneventful as the first. At least the first part of it was. Tim spent a lot of the time reviewing the material Dr. Smith had given him, but he found most of the information either things he already knew, or in the case of suggestions for methods of massaging the prostate to bring on orgasm, didn't particularly want to know. He realized that the doctor was only trying to help, but he knew that he would never want an orgasm enough to resort to playing with his butthole. And speaking of orgasms, Tim suddenly remembered the second envelope Carlos had given him: the one containing the pictures they had taken during Tim's stay in Cancun.

Tim didn't think there was enough privacy to look at those pictures in his seat, so he made his way to the tiny bathroom. In his mind, this was the exact same plane that had brought him to Cancun. In fact the way airlines schedule planes, there's a very good chance that it was indeed the same plane, but Tim would never know for sure. At any rate, he was soon locked in the tiny cubicle, his shorts around his ankles, looking at the pictures Carlos had given him and reliving the past two weeks.

There was a picture of Tim and Carlos with their friends Miguel, Roger and Gina, all naked and standing unashamedly on the beach. For perhaps the first time Tim noticed how strikingly beautiful they all were, even Tim himself. The exact same picture had been taken again with a towel strategically placed to hide their nakedness .He felt his phantom erection growing as he looked at the picture of the same group, dressed in bathing suits the night of the party. They were every bit as pretty scantily dressed as they were naked, perhaps even more so. Then there were several pictures of Tim naked in the hotel room. In the first one, he was still intact and unshaven, standing nervously by the bed with his cock flaccid and hanging contentedly and inviting. He remembered with a chuckle how difficult it had been to keep himself from getting hard while Carlos took that picture. In the next one he was rock hard, lying face up on the bed. The third showed a closeup of that raging hardon. It had been a truly magnificent organ!

"But now it's gone," Tim whispered to himself as he fondled the area where it had been. "Too bad, but I had a choice to make and I made it." He stared at the picture, that picture that he didn't really need anyway because it was permanently etched in his brain. Nevertheless he was soon groping, rubbing, fondling desperately as he stared at first one picture then another, hoping the memory would get his juices flowing again. Before long he was re-living his trip to Cancun and the time he'd spent in this very washroom. He stared at the picture of a large, hard, healthy penis and tried to imagine it still attached to his body. Surely the memory, the fantasy, the self manipulation of his new configuration would bring on an orgasm to equal the one he'd had here last time.

It didn't.

After caressing his still healing crotch until it hurt and achieving nothing, Tim finally gave up. He flipped through the last three pictures: basically the same as the previous three except that all the pubic hair was gone. Tim felt tears of regret welling up and fought them back. No, he didn't regret having had his surgery, it was necessary! It was that necessity that he regretted.

"Are you ok in there, sir?" the voice of the attendant came through the door as she tapped lightly. Tim realized he'd probably been in the tiny bathroom far longer than normal.
"I'm fine," he answered. "I'll be right out." He gathered the pictures and put them away, then put himself back together and scurried out of the bathroom.

He sorted through some of the materials on the Maya he'd gathered, trying to get his mind on other things, organizing it by category. There were samples of the calendar the Maya had developed, illustrations of their written language, and more details than he had intended on their practices of human sacrifice. He would use the information because he knew any good researcher had to use what he found, even that which he found was distasteful. There was one small part of the Mayan practices Tim found of interest: they were very involved in genital mutilation, and he wondered if perhaps a discussion with Laura could be a way to bring up the subject of his own surgery. On the other hand, there was no reason she had to know at all, was there? As he mulled these things over in his mind, the Captain announced their final approach into Chicago O'Hare.

Tim hadn't given a lot of thought to his homecoming, but when he arrived at the baggage carousel, there were his mom and dad, Terry, Larry and Laura, all smiling broadly. Tim had never felt so loved, so cherished! And then his sensitive nature was overcome with feelings of guilt. He had deceived his parents by not telling them the true reason for his trip; he had taken advantage of his best friend's loyalty by forcing him to keep his secret and become an accomplice; he had used Laura's friendship and common interest for his own gain; and finally, he had betrayed the love and trust of a pretty great little brother, and even lusted for the pretty little boy! Now they were all here waiting for him, arms outstretched, smiling broadly, pleased to see him in spite of the way he had treated them all.

No one in the welcoming committee understood the tears they saw in Tim's eyes as they hugged him and expressed their joy at seeing him home safe. Everyone thought that Tim was simply overcome with emotion at seeing his friends, his family again. They all hugged him, Laura and his mother both kissed him, and all expressed relief that his trip was over. His father uttered expressions of pride that he'd had the guts, courage and devotion to make his pilgrimage to further the understanding of an ancient culture. Tim just told everyone he was glad to see them, glad to be home, humbled that they had all seen fit to come to the airport to greet him.

Tim wanted desperately to ride with Larry, and his best friend wanted the same thing just as desperately, but they both knew that was just not the way it was all going to go down. Tim would be expected to ride with his family, so he shot a look of apology to Larry after he had gathered all his luggage, then followed his parents to the Chandler family car. Laura was riding with Larry, and Tim's last words to them before he got in the car was to meet him at home.

There was something of a party at the Chandler home that night. They ordered in enough pizza to feed an army, and the entire family, plus Laura and Larry, hung on every word out of Tim's mouth about his trip. Naturally he had to choose his words carefully, and he had to be especially careful about which incidents he related and to whom. He had taken a lot of pictures, many of them featuring himself and Carlos, plus a few more including Gina, Roger and Miguel. Tim noticed with amusement that both Laura and Terry displayed a great deal of envy that Tim had spent so much time with four beautiful Mexican teens; Larry made no secret of his extreme admiration for Gina when Tim showed off the single picture she had given him. It showed Gina at her very best: in her bathing suit. Well, perhaps we should make that her second best. Tim made a mental note to tell the already drooling Larry that he hadn't taken many pictures of her the day they met because she had been naked the whole time!

Tim's parents wanted to know all about Cancun, what type of place was it really, all the people he had met, how was the food, the accommodations, the water. Terry was interested in the girls, although it seemed to Tim that he showed more interest in the boys' pictures, the beach, the night life. Laura was, of course, most interested in what Tim had learned about the Maya; where had he got all the souvenirs and artifacts he'd brought back, and had he proven his theory.

Larry, of course, was anxious to hear all the gory details of that part of the trip that no one else knew anything about, but that would have to wait one more day. Tim was simply not left alone for any more than five minutes at a time, so he and Larry made a date for the next afternoon to shop for some school clothes. "But you've already got lots of clothes for school," Tim's mom pointed out. "I even bought you some new pants and shirts while you were away. You should be fine for the whole year."
"Mom, I'm a senior this year," Tim protested. "I got obligations this year. I've gotta look good all the time!"
"I don't ever remember seeing you when you didn't look good," his mom countered, but she understood and let the matter drop. To reinforce his son's wishes, Tim's Dad added his comments. "We could always trade Tim for one of those teens that wear their pants ten sizes too big, with half their boxer covered butts showing," he said. His comment and its underlying message were heard loud and clear, and Tim had the afternoon alone to shop with Larry.

"What's goin' on, Tim?" Terry asked when they were alone in Tim's bedroom. He had wasted no time coming and tapping on his brother's door after everyone had retired for the evening. Tim had just finished sending a quick safe arrival note to Carlos and weeding out some of the trivial email and spam he was always getting, and had closed down the computer for the night. As usual, Terry was wearing only his briefs, and Tim was quick to notice that the bulge in the front was larger than he'd remembered.
"What do ya mean?" Tim challenged.
"I dunno what I mean," Terry replied, "but I know something's goin' on. You seem different somehow. I dunno if Mom and Dad noticed it, but I sure did! You seem... I dunno how to explain it, but you seem different. Did something happen in Cancun?"
"A whole lot happened, Ter," Tim answered evasively. "I met some really cool kids, I worked hard and interviewed a lot of people, saw some new sights I never thought I'd see. Maybe I'm just tired."
"Maybe," Terry said doubtfully. "I think it's more than that though. You just seem... changed somehow."
"I think you're imagining things," Tim said. "So tell me what's goin' on in your life. You ready for your first year at high school?"

Terry was only too willing to relate what was going on in his life. He was more than a little excited about the prospect of going to high school, having been accelerated a year, and wasted no time saying so. He related how he was planning to try out for football and basketball and gymnastics, possibly even swimming. "That's great, bro," Tim said enviously. "But you can't do them all, you know. And bein' a freshman, you're not gonna make any teams unless you're really good. I know it's not fair, but unless you're really good you'll wind up warming the bench."
"I know," Terry said. "But I'll never make any of the teams if I don't try. Are you plannin' on going out for any sports this year?"
"To be honest, I haven't thought much about it, Ter," Tim answered. "I suck at football and I'm not much better at basketball. I might go out for soccer, but that's probably all this fall. There's a dance club I wanna get into, and I've got a real good chance on the baseball team next spring ‘cause the team did terrible this year. But that's prob'ly about all I'll be doing." In truth Tim had given his athletic career a great deal of thought. He would have loved to be on the swim team, and he would even like to try out for basketball, but both of those activities carried with them the risk of appearing naked in the same shower room with his brother, and he wasn't quite ready to take that chance just yet. He was aching to tell Terry what he'd done, but he didn't quite have the courage yet.

Tim tried to extract a little information about Terry's sex life without coming right out and asking, but Terry wasn't about to open up on that subject. He went on about the baseball games he'd played, the trips downtown to watch a major league game with their dad, and the new friends he'd made. There had been several trips to a friend's pool that Tim would have loved to hear more details about, but other than saying that they'd happened and that he'd had a lot of fun, Terry went into no details. "One thing's bothering me," he said after he'd bored his big brother and teased him mercilessly about his activities, "how did you meet those three guys in Mexico? I mean, it seems like you guys were real good friends the way you keep talking about them."

This was it! This was Tim's chance to get some information out of his brother! This was the opening Tim had been looking for, and he wasn't about to pass it up. "Promise you won't tell Mom and Dad?" he said with a sly smile.
"Tell ‘em what?" Terry said, a confused look on his face.
"What I'm gonna tell you," Tim said, trying to look as conspiratorial as he could. He knew he'd be able to extract the required promise from Terry with no trouble because Terry would feel privileged to share a secret with his brother. Trouble was, could he keep it a secret? Oh well, this would be a good test of possible things to come.
"I promise," Terry said excitedly. Tim paused, appeared to be thinking hard.
"I mean it," Tim said threateningly. "If they find out I'll know you told ‘em, and your life around here won't be very pleasant."
"I won't tell, Tim," he said, growing more excited by the second. "What? What's the big secret?"

"I... I met them at the beach in Cancun," Tim said mysteriously.
"The beach? So? What's such a big deal about that?" Terry said, disappointment all over his cherub face.
"It's a nude beach," Tim confided after another appropriate pause. Terry's chin dropped to his chest, his eyes opened to what appeared a dangerous level, and he gasped audibly. Tim also noticed that the bulge in Terry's groin had instantly become a protrusion.

"You... you were naked on the beach?" he said when he'd somewhat recovered.
Tim nodded.
"With them?"
Tim nodded again.
"No way! You're pullin' my chain!"
"Ok," Tim said neutrally. "You asked me, I told you. If you don't believe me I can't help it. But that's where I met them. I met Gina there too."

"Get outta town!" Terry said.
"Gina and I danced all one afternoon," Tim said, knowing he had his brother's attention now like never before. "Naked," he added for effect.

Now Terry was admiring his brother like never before! He was also so very envious he was panting, and his boyhood was standing at full attention. "Man, that musta took a lot a guts!" he exclaimed. "Weren't you hard all the time?"
"Well, yeah I was, the first time I went there," Tim replied truthfully. "Second time that wasn't a problem though." He was having more fun with his little brother than he could ever remember, and all he was doing was telling the truth!
"Man, I'd a been shootin' my load all over that beach!" Terry said. "That is, if I could ever get up the nerve to do it. You're THE MAN, Tim!"
Tell him!Tim's inner voice was screaming at him. Tell him, you idiot! He's ready, Tim! He can take it! Just get out that picture of all of you standing naked on the beach, and he'll see for himself. Every fiber in Tim's body was screaming at him to tell his brother what he had done, but he didn't. He wasn't ready, and he knew Terry wasn't either. Tim loved his little brother more than he had realized till right now, but he knew somehow that Terry's needs came before his, and he couldn't bring himself to traumatize him like that! He would tell Terry, but only when he was sure Terry could handle it. There was no way that he could cause the kind of trauma he knew his new self, his new body would cause. Terry was already having a bit of a time dealing with the fact that his big brother had been romping about the beach in his altogether, even dancing with a girl who was equally as naked; but the sharing of that experience had told Tim what he wanted to know, and for now Tim was happy with what he had learned. But a bit of a bonus wouldn't be too bad either, so Tim pushed it to the limit.

"You'd be shootin' all over the beach, huh? Like you can shoot, LITTLE brother!" Tim challenged.
"Course I can shoot!" Terry said, somewhat offended. "Wanna see?" Without waiting for an answer, and before Tim could protest, if indeed he would have, Terry's briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking the most perfectly formed uncut four and a half inch prick Tim had ever seen. His heart was beating so hard he was sure Terry could hear it as he slowly, gently pushed his brother's hand away. The gorgeous instrument was now standing straight up, pulsing slightly with Terry's heartbeat. There was a small patch of dark hair just above it, and below was a small but proportional set of balls hanging low in their sac.

"It's beautiful!" Tim whispered. "You got a beautiful cock, Terry!" He felt a tear burning his eyes as he reached out, his hand trembling, and grasped it, felt it, pulled the foreskin back to reveal the beautiful red head, then pulled it forward again. "Such a beautiful cock!" he whispered more to himself than to Terry.

"What's wrong, Tim?" Terry asked, noticing two big tears, one on each side of his brother's face.
"It... it's just so beautiful!" Tim said as he withdrew his hand, then grasped the gorgeous thing again.
"You're sad ‘cause yours got circumcised, right? I remember that."
"Yeah, something like that," Tim said hoarsely. "You better get to bed, Terry. It's gettin' kinda late." Terry did. He pulled up his briefs slowly, then hugged his brother. "I'm sorry," he said as his still hard cock pressed against Tim's ribs, "I didn't mean to make you sad."
"You didn't, Terry," Tim said, his voice breaking. "I guess I'm just... I dunno, so much has happened this summer. But thanks for showin' it to me. Take care of it, Terry."
"I will," he promised. "An' you can see it, an' play with it any time you want, Tim. I promise I won't tell." TELL HIM! the voice screamed in Tim's head. This is a perfect time! TELL HIM! But Tim didn't. He wanted Terry out of the room right now because he didn't want his little brother see him cry.

Tim lay in his bed, wearing only his boxer shorts, fondling his newly vacant crotch and trying unsuccessfully to get the image of his naked brother out of his mind. He kept reminding himself that this was what he had wanted, that he knew going in that there would be times he would regret it; but he had never in his wildest dreams thought that Terry would ever have done what he'd done tonight. Common sense told him that Terry's body was developing, and what he saw tonight should have come as no surprise, but it did. Somehow he had pictured his brother the same as he'd seen him naked the last time: when he was no more than six or seven in the bath. He had been beautiful then, but still only a little boy. Even though Tim knew better, his image of Terry's body had been the picture of that little boy in the bath. He pulled out the picture of his own engorged erection and studied it. It was exactly like Terry's except it was larger and had no foreskin; and now it was gone forever! Tonight, knowing that he could have done just about anything with Terry had he chosen, he wanted to touch the beautiful cock in the picture so badly he was begging some unseen power to restore his lost penis just for tonight, but of course nothing happened. Eventually he cried himself to sleep.

Terry lay on top of his bed, naked, slowly stroking himself. He was listening for signs of a similar action from his brother's room, but he heard absolutely nothing! It was inconceivable to him that Tim wouldn't be jerking off, but something was going on with Tim. Terry couldn't imagine what it might be, but he knew there was something Tim wasn't telling. Had he and Gina got together and done IT? Or maybe he and Carlos? He thought of the dozens of times he'd heard Tim mention Carlos' name tonight, and each time he uttered the name, there was something about the way he said that name that caught Terry's attention. Carlos' beauty had certainly not gone unnoticed by Terry, especially in the picture showing Carlos holding a very small towel in front of himself. It had left little to the imagination, and now Terry knew why. Carlos had been naked behind that towel! That thought, and the possibility that he and Tim had got it on, sent Terry on one of the wildest rides he'd ever had. He moaned loudly as spurt after hot spurt came out of his raging four and a half inch hardon. The sounds of his incredible orgasm did not escape his big brother's ears, which did little to abate the tears that were already flowing.

"So, tell me about it," Larry said as soon as they were alone in Larry's car the next day. "I wanna hear all about it. Are you happy with the results?"
"Yeah, man," Tim answered. "I'm happier than I have ever been in my life!"
"Can I see?" Larry asked tentatively.
"Course you can see," Tim said. "And before I forget, thanks, Larry. I mean, I don't know if I woulda had the courage to go through with it if I hadn't known you were here, ready to call out the troops if anything had happened."
"Forget it, Tim," Larry said. "That's what friends do, man. But... I got a strong feeling that there was a lot more going on in Cancun than just cutting off your dick. The very first night you called after it was done, I got the distinct feeling that you were already regretting having done it. Then all of a sudden you changed. You were happy and confident, and you were more at peace than I have ever seen you! What happened, Tim? I mean, what changed?"

"I dunno, Lar," Tim said, trying to evade the issue. "Maybe I just got used to it and realized I finally had what I'd always wanted."
"Come on, Tim, this is me! I know you better than you know yourself, and I know there's more to it than that. Is there something going on between you and Gina?"
"No, man! I mean, Gina is a great girl and a wonderful dancer! But I only met her the last day I was there, and we spent most of the day dancing. She's a good friend, sorta like Laura and me, but that's all there is to it."

Larry pulled the car into the parking garage of one of the large malls in the area. He purposely chose the lower level and drove to a remote corner and parked. After the car was parked and shut off, he sat and looked at Tim in a way he'd never regarded him before. Tim, feeling extremely uncomfortable under Larry's stare, began lowering his shorts and boxers to show Larry his new crotch. "Oh my God!" Larry exclaimed, but not at what he was seeing because he hadn't taken his eyes off Tim's face. "It's you and Carlos, isn't it?"

Tim's face turned crimson. He knew there was no use denying what his blush had already admitted, so now he was going to test Larry's friendship once more, like it or not! "Yeah, Larry, it is," he said as he began pulling his shorts back up. "I'm sorry, I shoulda told you years ago, but... but I didn't want to lose you as a friend."

Tim felt himself starting to cry as he saw Larry's face turn from curiosity to revelation to anger. Larry's face was as red as Tim's now, but it wasn't embarrassment, it was rage! Tim reached for the door handle, but Larry's hand found the electric lock switch first and locked the doors. "You're not goin' anywhere till you hear what I have to say," he said angrily.
"I said I was sorry, and I know I shoulda told you a long time ago, but I just couldn't!" Tim sobbed. "But I really don't need to hear..."
"The fuck you don't!" Larry snarled. Godammit, Tim, sometimes I just want to pound you into a pulp! You make me so fuckin' mad!"
"Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better," Tim said. "I won't fight back; I couldn't even if I wanted to, but... but I deserve it."

"Just shut the fuck up and listen!" Larry ordered. "God, Tim, give me credit for a little intelligence! I've known you're gay for a long time! You think I'm stupid? You think I've never noticed you checkin' out other guys, even checkin' me out from time to time? You think I don't remember that Boy Scout incident, and how you refused to fight it? Of course you couldn't fight it, because you knew even then and you wouldn't lie about it! I know it's made you miserable for far too long, an' I know you've tried to tell me dozens of times, and I think I can understand why you couldn't. But even if I didn't know, do you honestly think it would make any difference to me? Jesus Christ, Tim, I thought you knew me better than that! I thought you knew I love you like a brother! It wouldn't make any difference to me if you were in love with a chimpanzee! I love you, Tim! So just get over it, ok? Just get the fuck over it, and let's be friends! Let's be the kind of friends I always thought we were! Unless of course you don't want..."

Larry didn't finish; he couldn't, because he had a beautiful sobbing teen in his arms, their lips pressed together in a long gentle kiss that neither wanted to end. It wasn't an erotic kiss, nor did either boy interpret it that way. Larry was a little shocked that he was actually kissing another boy, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't enjoying it. "Stop crying, you crazy queer," he ordered in a whisper. "I still wanna see that Mexican doctor's handiwork, and I wanna touch it too, if you'll let me."

Tim was not only willing, he was anxious for his friend to see and touch his crotch. It wasn't an erotic desire so much as simply a hankering to share what he had done, and if possible get an approval. To his surprise, he did indeed get Larry's admiration. "It looks good," Larry said as he tentatively, then more bravely fondled the area. "Feels good too! I'm a little surprised myself, but I'm impressed, Tim!"
"Really?" Tim said, feeling encouraged by Larry's reaction, "you're not just sayin' that?"
"Does this feel to you like I'm just sayin' it?" Larry questioned as he guided Tim's hand to reveal his raging erection. "I'm not gay, Tim, and I've never had a desire to fool with you any more than we already did, but when I touch that smooth area it gets my engine running big time! It's... well, sorry to tell ya but it's almost like you're not truly male any more!"
"I never was, according to a lot of gay bashers," Tim reflected.
"You're puttin' yourself down again," Larry reminded him. "Gay or straight, or somewhere in between, you're all male, Tim, and a pretty great looking one at that. It's just... well being straight I couldn't justify touchin' you the way I am now when your cock was there. I know it sounds crazy, but I don't feel the guilt I know I would have if I'd touched you like this before your surgery. But I gotta ask, how are ya doing? I mean, you can't get off any more, right?"

"Not exactly true," Tim replied. "I haven't been able to get myself off and Carlos couldn't do it either, but I had a wet dream last night. I didn't even think to ask, but I guess the doctor reconnected all my plumbing because I woke up with my crotch full of cum. I had a hell of a cum in my sleep!"
"How'd it feel?" Larry wanted to know.
"It kinda didn't feel at all," Tim said regretfully. "I mean, it didn't do anything to satisfy me, if that's what you mean. I slept right through it. But it's good to know my balls aren't gonna explode or anything like that. I guess it means I can still father a baby though it might be a bit of a hit and miss thing to get the sperm. I doubt that will ever be an issue anyway, but it's kinda nice to know I still have the option."
"Well, if you ever get so frustrated you want help gettin' off, count on me, ok? Obviously if Carlos couldn't do it I can't make any promises, but I'm willing to try if it'll help." Suddenly they both realized that Tim's hand was still grasping Larry's erection through his pants; they both also realized that neither of them minded.

Tim was somewhat surprised and genuinely appreciative of Larry's offer. He didn't know if he'd ever avail himself of the chance, but it was comforting to know the offer was on the table. He also wondered if such an offer would have been made had he not had the surgery, but that was a question that was now irrelevant, and Tim would never know the answer.

"I miss it, Larry," Tim confided as he reluctantly took his hand away. "I loved my cock and I miss it terribly! I knew I had to do it and I would've gone crazy if I hadn't, but I miss it so much!" Larry didn't answer. He gave Tim's arm a squeeze as a sign that he understood, then they both got out of the car, knowing if they didn't some things would happen that they would both regret.

The boys had a wonderful time wandering the malls, buying a few things for school and admiring the scenery: Larry drooling over the many pretty girls and Tim ogling the equally gorgeous boys. They were both thrilled that they could finally be themselves together, fully and completely. They both knew that they would never be lovers and they were both happy and content with their friendship, which they thought had surely just passed the toughest test of them all.

Before they all knew it, it was the night before the first day of school, and two nervous boys had been madly scurrying about the Chandler household all day, making final preparations for the big day. Each had his own reason for being nervous: Terry, because it was his first day in a new school, made doubly traumatic because he'd left most of his old classmates behind; Tim was very much on edge because he had to face his class in his new condition. Even though there would be no reason to undress for at least the first week or two, he was apprehensive that some of the other kids would sense a difference in him as Terry had done.

Tim and Terry had gone to their rooms early to organize their books and select their clothes for the next day. That done, Tim decided to have a shower and go to bed early so he'd be well rested for the start of the new school year. He cursed to himself as he emerged from the shower, remembering that he'd forgot to take a clean pair of underpants. No problem though, he was always doing that, so he wrapped his towel around his waist after he'd dried himself, then scurried across the hall into his bedroom and closed the door.

As he retrieved his clean boxers from the bed where he'd left them, he pulled the towel from his body and threw it on the bed. As he did, he noticed his image in the full length mirror on his closet door. He was somewhat shocked and more than a little pleased that the vacancy on his groin was so obvious, so he stood there and admired himself for a few seconds. He turned this way and that, striking various poses and imagining that there was a photographer madly snapping pictures that he could send to the Eunuch site. Then it occurred to him that he might find an angle that would make his modification a little less obvious and that would come in handy in the locker room, so he continued to rotate and pose, noting after each movement what was evident and what was not.

"Tim, I can't figure out if this is the right algebra book or not," Terry said as he came bursting into the bedroom. Tim had just turned so that he was squarely facing the door that was now swinging wide open. "Can you tell from..." He stopped in mid-sentence, freezing in his tracks just inside the doorway. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open so far his chin rested on his chest. "T-t-tim!" he gasped. "Y-you... you got no..."
"Close the door!" Tim ordered as he tried to cover himself.
"But... your... you..."
"Will you close that freakin' door!" Tim hissed. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm naked here!" Still Terry didn't move, didn't even blink, so Tim brushed past him, pushing him out of the way so the door would close, then grabbed his boxers and slipped into them.

"Wha... what happened?" Terry demanded, still in a state of shock. "Who did that? When? Why would anyone... I mean... like... how do ya..."
"Sit down, Terry, before you fall down," Tim said as he guided the astonished boy to his bed. "I was gonna tell you, Ter... I mean, I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I was gonna..."
"But... but how?" Terry said again, obviously not hearing anything Tim said. "How'd it happen? What're you gonna do now?"

Tim was beginning to panic now. Terry was still in shock and he had begun to cry. Tim wasn't sure exactly why he was crying, but the tears were flowing like Niagara. If Terry could have spoken at that moment he could have admitted that he was having severe sympathetic pains for his brother's condition; but he was in no condition to be explaining anything. As quickly as he could, Tim ran back to the door and locked it so there'd be no more surprises, then returned to his brother and tried to calm him down. "It's ok," he soothed. "It's not what you think, Terry. It wasn't any kinda accident, and no one did..."
"But Tim," Terry wailed, a little louder than Tim would have liked, "you got no dick! How are you ever gonna... God, doesn't that hurt?"
"It didn't hurt, Terry!" Tim pleaded. "Now calm down and I'll tell you about it. And PLEASE QUIET DOWN! You're gonna have Mom and Dad in here all in a panic. Just take a couple deep breaths, and calm down!"

Terry did manage to get himself together, after which he was full of a million questions. As soon as Tim was sure he was over his panic attack, he slipped downstairs and got them both a coke; then he came back and tried to patiently explain everything to a very confused boy. "You mean... Mom and Dad don't know?" Terry said incredulously.
"No, Ter, they don't," Tim said. "It would really hurt them to know, and I'm depending on you not to tell them. You're my brother, Terry, and you can't say anything to anybody! Can I trust you, Terry?"
"Well.... Unhhh... well, yeah, I won't say anything, Tim. But I don't understand... I mean..."

Tim suggested that they sleep together tonight so that he could explain the whole thing, and Terry agreed readily. They told their mom, and she gave them that mother's "isn't that sweet" smile after Tim had whispered to her that Terry was nervous about his first day at a new school. Once in bed, Tim slipped his left arm under his brother's neck, then stroked his beautiful long hair as he patiently explained his urgent desire to have a penectomy, how it had become an absolute obsession, then when he'd discovered the clinic in Mexico how he'd had to act quickly in case they stopped doing the surgeries. He encouraged Terry to touch the area, hoping to convince the boy that it wasn't the least painful; in fact, he said, it was becoming very sensitive to the touch and felt really good when someone touched it.

Tim's phantom erection absolutely raged as his brother tentatively touched the site of his surgery. Terry discovered that he liked the feel of it in some odd way that he didn't understand, so he kept rubbing the area gently, which was driving Tim wild. He wanted desperately to reciprocate, but he knew this was neither the time nor the place, so he just let his brother explore the area thoroughly while they talked.

Tim would have done anything for his brother that night. His first reaction, of course, was to tell Terry that it served him right for having barged in that way; but the truth was that Tim had been encouraging him not to bother knocking lately in hopes that the kid would catch him beating his meat. Now he felt responsible and guilty for having shocked his brother the way he had, and he was determined to do whatever it took to calm him down and explain the entire thing to him. It took over two hours, but eventually Terry said that he wasn't ok with what Tim had done, but he thought he understood about as well as he ever would, so they dropped off to sleep in each other's arms, Terry's left hand still inside his brother's boxers.

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