Tim's Last Orgasm 22: Tim's Eighteenth Birthday

Tim literally flew around the computer shop Sunday morning. He had brought a very sleepy Terry with him because he needed someone who could build computers since he, Tim, had other duties now. Terry was delighted at the chance to earn some extra money and was enthusiastically absorbing all Tim had to teach him about how to build a quality computer, configure it, do a final test, burn-in and software installation, all that goes into putting together a computer that would not be back in the shop the following week. Tim had been getting behind, so Sunday morning was his catch-up day. Unfortunately he hadn't got much work done when Mr. Nelson appeared and wanted to talk to him. "Just set up five cases and motherboards the way I showed you," he instructed Terry. "By the time you finish that I'll be back and show you the next step."

"I wanted you to be the first to know," Mr. Nelson said when they were seated in his office. "I'm going to be trying to hire someone to run the business. You've been doing a great job, and technically there's no one better. Your enthusiasm even rubs off on some of the other tech's when you're here, and having you here full time has been great! But you're not a businessman, Tim. It was unfair of me to ask you to run the whole show, especially when you had to take a year off school to do it. I suspect I'll be selling the business in a year or two, but in the meantime I want you to go to school."
"Mr. Nelson," Tim protested, "I'm sure I can learn the rest of the business. I think before long you'll find my brother is as good as I am in the shop, maybe better. That'll give me time to deal with all the other things..."
"I'm sorry, Tim, but that's not fair to you. You have a scholarship, and I for one want you to use it to the fullest. You've worked too hard to walk away from that now. I don't suppose you know anyone who might be able to run the place, do you?"

Tim thought for a minute. It was a rather serious blow to his ego that he couldn't say he was managing the whole operation, but he knew Mr. Nelson was right. He was in so far over his head he couldn't see daylight, and to keep on trying would only hurt the business. But then an idea came to him. Mr. Nelson thought that he'd taken the year off to work because he wasn't well. Although that had been a consideration, Tim's main objective by far was to help get Nate and his mother on their feet. So, what if he could do both?

"I think I may know someone," Tim said. There's this lady I know. She's been really sick, but she's pretty well over it now. I know she has a degree, and I think it's in business administration. All she's been able to get is secretarial jobs, but I know she can do better.
"Do you know this lady very well, Tim?"
"Yes, sir. She's my... er..." Go ahead, Tim, the voice in his head ordered. You've come so far and no one has struck you dead yet. You said yourself, you weren't going to deny him any more. So go for it, man! "She's my boyfriend's mother," he finally managed to choke out.

Tim saw the change of expression on Mr. Nelson's face. He didn't say anything for a few moments. He sat staring at Tim, making the frightened boy very uncomfortable. Just the same Tim had a warm feeling inside. This had been the first time he had referred to Nate as his boyfriend to someone who had no idea, and it felt good! "You said your boyfriend," Mr. Nelson finally said. "I assume you don't mean simply a friend who happens to be a boy?"
"No, sir, I meant my BOYFRIEND," Tim said firmly. "I'm sorry if that comes as a shock to you, but... well, I guess there was no reason to tell you before."
"And I assume not very many people know?" Nelson asked.
"It's starting to get around," Tim replied. "Ever since Mrs. Seymore... that's Nate's mother... ever since she helped me to tell my folks the word seems to be getting around."

Again Mr. Nelson went silent. He studied Tim carefully while Tim tried his best to appear defiant and confident. At this moment he felt anything but! "I've got to tell you something, Tim," Mr. Nelson said. "I suppose you know my marriage didn't work out?"
"Yes, sir."
"My wife and I had a daughter. I haven't seen either of them for almost 20 years. I don't even know where they are now. When you showed up looking for work... you were how old?"
"I think I was 13, almost 14," Tim replied.
"Yes, I think that's right. I remember you saying at the time that you were almost 14 and you knew you could do the work. You didn't even know how to turn a computer on, Tim! But something about you told me to give you a chance, and I've never been sorry. I've practically watched you grow up, Tim, and you're like a son to me! You're the closest I've ever come or ever will come to having a child. Believe me, if I were a rich man I would sign the whole business over to you right now and move to Arizona, but I can't. Everything I own is tied up in this store so I depend on its income, and I'm going to have to sell it. But right now what's important is you. Tim, I have to admit I never dreamed you were gay! But I'm very flattered that you chose to tell me. As you said, there was no need before now. I know you've worked very hard for me, and I also know you've put in long hours that never made their way to the payroll system, and that's why I was so willing to put you in charge even though you're not even a legal adult! But tell me more of this Mrs. Seymore."

Tim was flabbergasted! He had never seen anything even approaching emotion from Mr. Nelson before! Then the man practically calls him his son, then it's all business again and he wants to know about the woman Tim had been talking about. As for Tim's being gay, it hadn't seemed to bother him in the least! And so Tim, trying to emulate the man he admired so much, got down to business and told him what he knew. "Her career hasn't gone anywhere because first she had Nathan to raise, then she got sick," Tim explained. "But Nathan will be 16 in September, and he's quite self sufficient. I think you'd be very impressed with both of them."
"So why don't I just call them and have them come down now?" Mr. Nelson suggested.
"I suspect they're gone to church by now," Tim replied. "They should be home around noon though."
"That's fine. I've got some work to do here, so you go ahead and turn your brother into a super tech while I putter around here, and I'll call around noon to see if she can't come in."

Tim and Terry were just finishing up when Nate and his mother appeared. Between them they had assembled, configured and tested 8 computer systems, and Terry was as excited as Tim had ever seen him. "You did good, bro," he said. "Just get them all running on the bench and we'll leave them for the Monday crew. I've got to go introduce Mom Seymore to Mr. Nelson."

The details really don't matter, but when the dust was all settled Valerie was in charge of the entire business and had Tim as her technical advisor and Service Manager. Terry and Nate had both been hired to assemble computers, Nate having been added because he was only two months away from getting his driver's license which would definitely be a help in getting both himself and Terry to work. Perhaps best of all, Tim was free to enroll in his first year of college. The two excited boys soon proved that they were every bit as capable as their mentor, Tim, while Valerie worked to get herself acquainted with the computer business.

So what's the big surprise?" Nate questioned as Tim headed the little red car downtown. It was almost 4 PM, much later than Tim had planned.
"Remember prom night?" Tim answered, "the waiter at the restaurant?"
"Yeah, he was nice. Robert, wasn't it?"
"Uh-huh. I called him the other day, and he invited us down to the gay youth center. He said the place is always jumping on Sunday afternoon. We might be too late, but I thought we'd give it a shot."

Nate regarded Tim curiously. "Why, Tim?" he inquired. "He's some kinda counselor isn't he?"
"That's what he's called," Tim explained. "But he also runs the center. It's just a place where teens can go, like every other teen center, but this one is for gay teens. It's a place we can go and dance or hang out, or whatever. I thought we'd give it a try ‘cause we both like to dance, and this is a chance to do it some other place besides our rec room."
"Ok," Nate said doubtfully, "I'm game to at least try it."

Tim followed the directions Robert had given him, which took them to a part of town they'd never been in before. "Why is it these places are always in neighborhoods like this?" Nate complained.
"I know what ya mean," Tim agreed. "I guess it's because the rent's less expensive. I think that's the place, over there on the right."

Tim parked the car a few doors away from an old storefront. There were large display windows that had been darkened. There was no sign, nothing to indicate what sort of a place they were looking at. "Are you sure about this?" Nate asked nervously.
"No, I'm not sure," Tim said. "Normally I wouldn't go in there for a million bucks, but I trust Robert. If we get in there and it's not what we're expecting, we'll just leave." The two apprehensive boys got out of the car, making sure it was well locked, and approached the entrance nervously.
"Does anyone know where we are?" Nate asked as the reached the door.
"Yeah," Tim answered. "I told my mom. She knows the address and phone number."

They went through the front door and found themselves in a small vestibule. They could hear loud music coming from inside. They opened a second door and walked through it, and found themselves in a large dimly lit room. There were about twenty kids dancing, and another twenty or so sitting at small round tables around the perimeter. From out of nowhere Robert appeared. "Tim! Nathan!" he exclaimed. "Welcome! I was afraid you weren't gonna make it."
"Hi, Robert," Tim said. "Sorry we're late. I had to work today and some things came up."
"You're not late," Robert assured him. "There's no ‘late' here. I'm just glad you could come. But come on in and join the party. There's a small buffet in the back, or if you'd rather just get yourself a drink or something and meet some of the guys."

Tim and Nate were indeed hungry, so they made their way to the buffet table where they found fried chicken, hot dogs and hamburgers, and of course French fries. "It's brought in every Sunday by a guy who owns a fast food franchise," Robert explained. "He's gay but very much in the closet because of his business, but he likes to support us this way."
"Well tell him thanks from us," Nate said as he dug in.
"Eat as much as you want," Robert said with a smile as he saw the pile rise on Nate's plate. "We always have extra, and I hate to waste food."

The boys ate their fill, then Tim was startled as a boy about his own age approached and asked him to dance. "I... I don't know..." he said doubtfully.
"Go ahead," Nate said happily as he munched on a chicken leg. "Just remember you're taken."

"My name's Josh," the boy said as they danced. "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes," Tim answered nervously. "This is our first time here."
"You'll like it," Josh said with a smile. "Everyone here is either gay or gay friendly. Is that kid your boyfriend?"
"Uh-huh," Tim said proudly.
"Well ya better watch him in here," Josh said with admiration. "He's gorgeous! There isn't a guy in here wouldn't like to get it on with him!"
"They're welcome to try," Tim said confidently. Then that confidence was suddenly shaken when he saw Nate get up to dance with another boy.

Josh saw the look on Tim's face and laughed. "He'll be ok," he said with a grin. "That's Mike he's dancing with. Mike's about the horniest guy I know and he'll come on to anyone new, but as soon as your boy friend tells him he's taken, he'll back off. We got a rule here, you know. No one's supposed to move in on anyone else unless he's free."
"Sounds like it'd be hard to enforce," Tim observed.
"It would," Josh agreed, "but everyone here is kinda thankful for this place and we all work together. If we have fights among ourselves it won't be long and the place'll be closed."

*************

"Have fun?" Tim asked when the were back in Tim's car again.
"Yeah, I did," Nate said; but the tone in his voice said otherwise.
"But what?" Tim pressed.
"I dunno, I guess I was just thinking. It kinda sucks that we always have to go to a place where there are other gays just to be ourselves. Why can't we just go anywhere like other kids? Why do we have to be treated like freaks?"
"I dunno, Nate," Tim said. "But I don't think that's gonna change any time soon. But you know you're gonna be turning yourself into that much more of a freak by getting a penectomy."

Tim knew as soon as he'd got the words out that he'd said the wrong thing. Nate was far more upset than he'd realized, and his comment hadn't helped very much. "Is that what you think?" Nate asked angrily. "You think I wanna be a freak like you? You think of yourself as a freak?"
"I didn't say that, Nate," Tim defended. "I didn't mean that either. But you've got to know, if you have it done, everyone's gonna think of you as a freak every time you take your pants off. I mean, in showers at school, at the Y, any time..."
"You survived, didn't you?"
"We'll see next month when I start college. There's gonna be a whole new bunch of guys to get used to me. We'll see then how much I survive. But even if I do, it's not easy, Nate. And if you have a hard time dealing with the world because you're gay, think about how much harder it's gonna be if you're a gay boy without a penis!"
"So you've changed your mind again?" Nate concluded. "You don't want me to do it now, just because I want to dance with you in public?"
"I didn't say that, Nate," Tim defended. "I just want to be sure you know what you're doing. I just don't want you to regret it."

Tim couldn't seem to say anything right. His last comment didn't seem to help that much. Nate went silent then, but Tim could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Finally he spoke. "Do you regret it, Tim?"

Now Tim didn't know what to say. It seemed to him that there was no right answer with Nate in his present state of mind. Tim had agreed with Nate in principle, but he thought he also had an agreement that they would both think about it and discuss it. He wished with all his heart that he hadn't brought up the subject with Nate already depressed, but there seemed to be no undoing it now. Finally he knew he had to say something, so he decided to go with the truth. "Yes, Nate, I do," he replied. "Sometimes I think I had to be nuts to do such a thing. I can't explain it any better now that I could the last time you asked me, but... well, I know if I hadn't done it I would have regretted it even more. But sometimes when I'm with you, I want to cum so bad I feel like crying! I'm sorry, Nate, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Most of the time I'm ok with it, but there are times..."

"If you could do it over, would you do it?"
"I don't know, Nate. So much has changed..."
"You know, Tim. Would you do it again or not?"
"Yes," Tim admitted. "I think if I had the chance to do it over, I'd still have to do it."
"Then you've got to understand why I have to do it. You've got to, Tim!"

Tim was thankful that the raging erection he was feeling at that moment was a phantom and completely undetectable by anyone but himself. The visions of his lover, his beautiful teenage lover, with his crotch all bandaged after just having his exquisite cock removed, were almost more than Tim could bear. He would never have admitted it, but he was beginning to want this surgery for Nate as much as Nate wanted it himself. He didn't say any more, nor did Nate; but when they arrived at the Chandler home they got out of the car silently and proceeded up the stairs to Tim's bedroom. There they made passionate love repeatedly until they both fell asleep exhausted.

*********************

What do you want for your birthday?" Tim's mom asked pleasantly one morning as Tim and Terry both ate breakfast.
"Mom, I've already got everything," Tim answered nobly. "I can't think of a thing in the world I need."
"How about a trip to Cancun?" Terry suggested. Tim and his mom both looked at Terry and were surprised to see that his face was deadpan serious.
"Cancun?" Virginia questioned. "Why would you suggest a thing like that?"
"I dunno," Terry said with a devilish grin on his face. "Tim has lots of friends in Cancun, and I just thought... maybe next spring break, it would be a nice holiday for him and Nathan. You loved Cancun, didn't you Tim? Wouldn't you like to go there with no research paper hanging over your head?"
"Well, I..." Tim stammered. He made a mental note to kill Terry on the way to work. Virginia said nothing, but her mind was far from being in neutral.

"Why the fuck did you suggest a trip to Cancun?" Tim demanded when they were in the car on their way to work.
"I dunno, I just thought it'd be a help if you didn't have to pay your travel costs to Cancun. You know as well as I do that Dad's loaded now. He can afford to pay our way easily. You are planning to go next March, aren't you?"
"Nothing's final," Tim said defensively. "But even if I do, what does that have to do with you?"
"Cause I'm goin' and I don't want to go alone," Terry replied. "I thought you already knew, I'm gettin' a penectomy next March."
"Terry, I thought you'd forgot all that, since you and Laura got together."
"Well, you thought wrong! I'm gonna do it, Tim! I'm gonna go through with it. The only thing that's not sure is whether I have him take my balls too while he's at it."

Tim wasn't very good company that day. He had both Terry and Nate cranking out new computers like cookies off an assembly line while he spent most of the day with his new boss and General Manager, Valerie Seymore. Even she noticed that he wasn't his happy self, but her efforts to extract the reason for his quiet and almost sulky behavior were completely fruitless. All day long he kept asking himself what in the world he'd started anyway."

***************

Before he was really ready, Tim woke up one sunny morning an adult. Just like that, as if someone had flipped a switch the moment he became 18 years old, Tim Chandler was no longer a child, he was an adult! In spite of his maturity and intelligence, he had believed that somehow he'd feel different when he was finally 18. He didn't. He didn't feel any different at all! He still had all his boyhood inclinations to play and have fun, still had the same job, was still a school boy even though the school was a large university now. And worst of all, he still carried the burden that two other boys, the two people he admired most in the world, were looking to him for approval so that they could... could do no more than what he himself had done a year ago. How could he deny them? On the other hand, how could he consent? Even more importantly, why the hell had it fallen on his shoulders to make the final decision anyway?

"Time to get up," Virginia said musically as she came bouncing into Tim's room. "Happy birthday, son. We have all taken the day off today just to make sure your birthday is the best you've ever had!"
"What time is it, Mom?" Tim inquired.
"It's almost 9," Mom replied. "I came into your room in the night and turned off your alarm. You've got the day off today too, Tim. You're expected at the store at 11:30 so Valerie and Nathan can take you and the whole store staff out to lunch, but except for that you're not welcome at work today."
"But... but I can't..."
"It's all arranged," Mom said. "Then as soon as you and Nathan and Terry get back from lunch, you three boys are going fishing with your father."
"Fishing? With Dad? But I haven't been fishing with Dad since I was 9!"
"He realizes that, and he also realizes it's high time that changed. But you can help him now if you'll just get out of that bed. He's in the driveway right now with the boat he's rented, trying to figure everything out. He could use your help, Tim."

Tim scrambled out of bed and hit the shower. In record time he was out in the yard, admiring the gorgeous boat his father had rented. "Uhhh... Dad," he said tentatively, "I don't want to rain on your parade, but this boat..."
"Isn't she a beaut?" Barry said proudly. "I think maybe it's time we owned a boat like this."
"Yeah, Dad, it's a really nice boat," Tim agreed. "But Dad, it's... it's not a fishing boat, Dad. It's a ski boat."
"A ski boat? What's the difference? A boat's a boat, Tim," Barry said.
"Not any more, Dad," Tim said as he tried to stifle a laugh. "Fishing boats have rod holders, trolling motors, fish finders, live wells. They have low sides so you can reach over to get a fish out of the water. They usually have outboard motors, not huge V-8 engines and reverse facing observations seats, and... and big ski platforms on the stern. And they don't have rear view mirrors so the driver can watch the skier, and that big vertical thingy sticking up is where you attach the ski rope."
"How the hell do you know so much about boats?" Barry demanded.
"I'm a kid, Dad," Tim answered. "I'm a teenager! Trust me, we know these things!"

Barry stood and looked at the boat he had rented. As he regarded the expression on his father's face, Tim suddenly hated himself. Why couldn't he have just been thankful and gone along? It wasn't as if it was impossible to fish off a ski boat, and he could tell his father was just trying to be a dad. "So, I guess I fucked up, huh?" Barry said.
"What did you say?" Tim questioned. He was totally aghast! He had never heard his father use language like that before. Coming from him, it sounded like a foreign word.
"I said I fucked up," Barry repeated. "You think just because I'm an old fart I can't talk like you kids? I can swear with the best of them... when I'm with other... errr... MEN!"

After they stopped laughing, they embraced, and Barry cried. "I coulda been a better dad if only I hadn't worked all those long hours," he sniffled. "I woke up this morning and realized my precious little boy is gone, and I never really got to know you."
"I don't know how you coulda been any better," Tim replied. "Shit, man, Terry and I have never wanted for anything. You taught us honesty and integrity and hard work, and now you got two perfect sons. What more could you have done?"
"You're not perfect yet," Barry said as he slapped his son on the ass. "Let's see what you can do on water skis."

Tim went to have lunch with the computer store staff, then he, Nate and Terry rushed home and got into their bathing suits and headed for the lake with Barry. Tim had put on his Speedo, but Terry said "unhhh... Tim, you might wanna wear something a little less revealing."
"What're you talking about?" Tim returned.
"I'm talking about how you don't have anything to reveal," Terry said as he handed his brother a pair of boxer swim trunks. "We're gonna be in that boat all afternoon with Dad. You think he's not gonna notice something strange?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tim said. He was deep in thought as they all got ready to hit the lake. He was thinking of his encounter with his dad that morning, and he was feeling more than a little guilty. Barry was trying so hard to do what he'd neglected to do for most of Tim's life: just be a fun loving dad, one of the boys, but Tim knew there were certain things they would never share.

The four boys... yes, FOUR! Barry Chandler was as much a boy that afternoon as any of his three teenage companions... the four boys had a wonderful time. It took them six tries to back the big craft down the launch ramp, all four of them laughing like a bunch of idiots. Once in the water, they all had to have a turn at driving the boat, then they got out the skis.

Terry and Nate were absolute naturals. They simply jumped in the water, put on the skis, and they were water skiing as if they'd been doing it all their lives. They were soon jumping the wake, slaloming ‘way out to the sides and back, even skiing together. Tim, on the other hand, was not nearly so impressive. It took a dozen tries before he could get up, then he went about 200 feet and fell again. Eventually he got the hang of it, but his finesse on the skis was no match for his younger companions.

The boys all started coaxing Barry to give it a try. He did very well, they all told him, for an "old guy." What they didn't know was that Barry had done a fair bit of water skiing in his high school days because he had a friend with a boat. He finally admitted it wasn't his first time, but not before he had basked in their praise and admiration for a while.

"Well, we didn't catch any fish, but we had a whale of a time anyway," Terry quipped as they drove home.
"Get used to it," Barry said. "We're gonna go fishing, and we'll go skiing again too. I'm quitting my job, boys, just as soon as I find something else to do. It's kinda late, but finally I've figured out what's important to me. I'm gonna get to know you boys, even if it is a little late to watch you grow up."
"Ya can't watch me grow up," Tim answered with a wide grin, "I don't plan to ever grow up!"

Barry's announcement wasn't particularly welcome to Tim, considering what he had done and what Nate and Terry were planning. He was feeling an increasing sense of guilt that his father was trying so hard to get close to his extended family while all three boys were being less than honest with him. There was no time to reflect on all these things now though. As soon as they arrived at home the party began. Laura was already there, as were Uncle Jason and Mom Seymore.

The party was much the same as what they'd had for Terry, with one notable exception. There was a big to do about the fact that Tim was now Nate's legal guardian. He had tried again to have the papers nullified, but Valerie would not hear of it. "Not until I've been free and clear for a couple years," she said. "Of course by that time it won't matter because Nate will be 18."

There was one other big difference with this party. As Tim was unwrapping the various gifts everyone had given him, he noticed a plain white envelope with his name on it. When he opened it, there was a card from Uncle Jason with a certificate in it, good for two round trip tickets to Cancun! "Unc, I can't accept this," Tim protested.
"I don't know why not," Jason said with a grin. "I've heard you want to go back next spring break, and all I'm gonna do with that money is waste it anyway. You and Nathan go down there for a week or two and have a blast! Of course it's conditional on your both having good grades."
"But these tickets must've cost you a fortune!"
"Not really. Seat sales, you know. And in case you're wondering I've already cleared it with Valerie, and your parents too even though you don't need their permission."
"I may not need it legally," Tim countered, "but I still need it emotionally. I really don't care what my birth certificate says, I'm still a kid."

The four happy teens soon retired to the family room to dance, which they planned to do well into the night despite the fact they all had to work next day. The "old folks," on the other hand, soon called it a night. Barry was exhausted after his afternoon on the boat, and Jason had to be to work at the hospital at 6. The kids, being healthy teens in perfect condition, suffered no such problems so they continued dancing and partying until well after their parents had retired. As they danced, Tim noticed Terry and Laura in a very heated argument. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but whatever it was seemed to him to be pretty intense.

"What's up with you and Terry?" Tim asked when he was dancing with Laura.
"It's nothing," she evaded. "We'll talk about it another time."
"It sure didn't seem like nothing to me," Tim observed. "You two aren't having problems, are you?"
"As a matter of fact, we are," Laura said. "But this isn't the time, Tim. It's your birthday, and I don't want to spoil the party. It'll keep."
"The hell it will," Tim said loudly. "If there's a problem between you and Terry, I want to know. You two are important to me, whether you like it or not!"
"Fine, have it your way," Laura said with a sigh, "but not here. Terry, Nathan, we're going for a drive. We'll be back in a few."

Barry Chandler lay awake in his bed. He had heard the music stop, then he'd heard the back door open and close, and then the music started again. At first he assumed that it was only Laura going home, but the noise coming from downstairs was more subdued now, and he wondered if maybe more than one person had left. He concluded that there was something important being discussed - too important to risk being overheard. He wondered what in the world, but he decided there was no use fretting about it, that he'd find out in due time. He couldn't imagine what it might be, but he hoped it wasn't the beginning of a breakup. He still wasn't totally comfortable with the relationship between Tim and Nathan, but he doubted that it would change any time soon. Terry, on the other hand, was so incredibly young to be committing to a lifetime partner and Barry knew painfully well how devastating a breakup could be at that age. Nevertheless, if he'd been pressed to guess at that moment, that's precisely what he would have come up with. He knew he wouldn't sleep until the kids returned or the party broke up, so he switched on the light on his bedside table and picked up a book to read.

"Ok, what's so all-fired important that we had to leave the house?" Tim demanded when they were seated in Laura's mother's car. "What's goin' on, Laura?"
"YOU'RE going on, that's what," Laura said in a tone Tim had never heard before. "The real question is, what's going on with you?"
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," Tim said. "I thought things were going along pretty well."
"I guess they are, for you," Laura observed in an accusing tone. "Meanwhile you're breaking your brother's heart! He's so frustrated, Tim, he hardly knows what to do any more. You're treating him as if he a little boy and you're his father. Who the hell do you think you are anyway, Tim?"

"You're talking about his plans for a penectomy, aren't you?" Tim asked.
"You know very well that's what I'm talking about," Laura accused. "You and Nathan are all set up now to go to Cancun, and you never said a word about it to Terry. Not one word, Tim! And as I understand it, it was Terry's idea to give you those tickets for your birthday."
"But... I thought... since you and he got together..."
"It's not your place to think, Tim! You don't give Terry credit for any intelligence at all! Don't you think he and I have discussed it? Do you really think Terry is so stupid or self centered that he'd do such a thing without getting my opinion?"
"But he's so young, Laura. Don't you think it's a little unrealistic to expect him not to change his mind... about you I mean? But if he's already lost his penis..."
"I personally don't think that's going to happen, Tim. I know he's young, but he's also very intelligent. He's not just a stupid kid, Tim, and he's not going into this without a lot of thought. And probably most important, and likely a big shock to you, he's not doing it just to emulate his big brother! I hate to disillusion you like that, but Terry is an individual and has thought this thing through very carefully, and it's tearing him apart because you can't, or won't see that. It's as if you think just because you're the oldest of our little group, you should be able to dictate what we all can or can't do."

Tim was thoroughly confused. Why on earth was Laura so angry? He had thought she'd be upset if Terry DID have the surgery, but it seemed now that the opposite was true. And besides, didn't he have an obligation to his brother to share his experience, his outlook? "Terry looks to me for guidance," he said in his own defense. "I am older, and I've already had a year without my penis. I'm just trying to help him learn from my experience."
"There's a big difference between guidance and domination," Laura pointed out. "Imagine how he feels, knowing that you and Nathan are going to Cancun, and while you're there he's convinced that Nathan is going to have a penectomy. Yet you don't say one word to Terry, as if you'd completely forgot that he wanted one too."

Now Tim was starting to get pissed off. After all, he did have his brother's best interest at heart, didn't he? Wasn't he just trying to prevent Terry from doing something stupid? Didn't his four years seniority count for anything? "Laura, I gotta ask," he said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are anyway, accusing me of controlling my brother? Why can't you see that I'm only trying to protect him? I'm doing my best here, Laura. I'm trying so hard to help him to grow up, and be what he needs to be. He's not like me, Laura. He's not gay, he hasn't been fantasizing about a penectomy most of his life. If he ever gets married, he's gonna have obligations. Our parents haven't given up on grandchildren yet, you know, but they're not looking to me. I thought you of all people would understand that."
"You're trying to apply your rules to him," Laura countered. "You don't understand him nearly as well as you think you do. Give him some credit, Tim. By all means share your experiences and your fears with him, but let him make his own decisions. You're the oldest, Tim, but that doesn't automatically make you the boss."
"But Laura, I'm only trying to preserve Tim's sexuality. I thought you of all people would understand that. I know you're in no hurry to get involved sexually, but..."
"You don't understand anything, Tim," Laura said firmly. "I'm not stupid either. I know what it means to me if he loses his penis. Did it ever occur to you that I don't mind? Did it ever cross your mind that I don't think I'll ever be ready for sex in the traditional sense?"

To be brutally honest, it had indeed never occurred to Tim that anyone, man woman or child, wouldn't welcome any sexual advance from Terry. In his wildest dreams Tim couldn't imagine any girl not wanting to get it on with his gorgeous 14 year old brother. Even Tim, despite the beautiful 15 year old that he called his own, regretted that Terry had no interest in him sexually. All these thoughts he shared with Laura, who responded to her astonished friend, "You're absolutely right, Tim. Terry and I have been intimate and it's as close to Heaven as I hope to get in this lifetime! But he has never penetrated me and I doubt that he ever will. But I've also told him that even though it's not my thing, I would submit to him if that's what he wants. He doesn't want, Tim! He wants to please me more than anything in the world, and pleasing me means no intercourse. He wants to sacrifice his penis, his sex life, for me, Tim! And you, the person he admires more than any other in the world, and that includes me, you're standing in the way. He won't do it without your approval, Tim! And that's simply not right. You have no right to stand in his way."
"I... I didn't realize," Tim said as he tried to recover from all he'd just heard.

"I just have one question for you, Tim," Laura said. "You don't even have to answer me, as long as you ask yourself this question and answer it honestly to yourself. Did you consult with Terry before you had your penis cut off?

Tim knew, when they returned to the Chandler house, that he had to say something to Terry. Laura had made him think about how he'd been acting, about Terry's right to make decisions about his own body. The truth is Tim admired Terry as much as Terry admired him; maybe even more. He had come to the place where he practically worshipped his little brother, but he had done little to show it, and it was time to change all that. Tim's phantom boner was actually aching when he walked over to his brother and put his hands on his shoulders. "Terry," he said loudly enough for all to hear, "I haven't been very fair to you and I'm sorry. I've made assumptions, decisions, without knowing all the facts. I'm gonna try and treat you more like an equal because you are. As for Cancun, you're coming with us if you want to, and if you want an appointment with Dr. Smith I'll set it up. We'll probably have some arguments over it between now and then, but if you still want it in the spring it'll happen."

Terry's boner was very evident and Tim noticed it almost immediately. So, it seems, did Laura. "I'm gonna go home," she said. "You guys can probably think of some things to do without me. Have fun, and I'll see you tomorrow, Terry."
"You don't have to go," Terry protested.
"It's better if I do," Laura said with a knowing smile. "You three can probably think of more games to play if I'm not here." With that last comment, she pulled Terry aside and kissed him passionately, then whispered something in his ear that Tim and Nate assumed was just another good-night.

The three teens did indeed think of a few games they could play. After they had tidied up the rec room, Terry and Nathan headed up the stairs. "I'll be up in a sec," Tim said. "I just want to make sure everything's locked up."

Barry heard the car return and someone come in the house, then moments later someone left again and the car drove away. He could hear voices downstairs, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. They did seem to him like friendly voices though, so when he heard footsteps on the stairs he turned out the light and rolled over to go to sleep.

All three boys ended up in Terry's bed: three anxious teens but only two penises. That didn't seem like that much of an impediment as they all found something nice to play with. When Tim entered the bedroom, he was presented with one of the most beautiful sights anyone could imagine: Two very handsome, very naked teens standing and smiling at him. "Ok birthday boy, it's time you got your special present," Nate whispered as they both approached him. Tim soon found himself being quickly but quietly undressed, then carried bodily to the bed. It didn't take him long to figure out why everyone was in Terry's room; it was further from their parents' bedroom so there was less chance that their lovemaking would be overheard.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Tim asked of his brother. "I mean, you and Laura..."
"It was Laura's idea," Terry said. "I told her I had really enjoyed the time you and I did... well, what we did. She said she didn't mind as long as I restrict myself to you and Nathan."

Terry expressed his gratitude to Tim for his change of heart, to which Tim responded "Don't thank me, thank Laura. She's the one who made me realize I was being something of a butthole. I'm beginning to think Laura understands us better than we understand ourselves."
"Just the same, you didn't have to pay attention if you weren't such a great brother," Terry insisted. "Tell ya what, Nathan, let's see if we can make Tim cum."
"Good idea," Nate agreed. They had both already cum once, but they knew they could do it again and probably would if they could see Tim get off. Tim had made sure their orgasms had not made a mess on the sheets. To paraphrase what a lot of textbook authors love to say, how he did that will be left as an exercise for the reader.
"It's no use," Tim said. "I appreciate it, but it ain't gonna happen."

Tim was right: it didn't happen. He was subjected to some pretty excruciating pleasure at the hands of his brother and lover, but the elusive orgasm they all three wanted so badly simply did not cooperate. "Just remember this night," Tim instructed the other two. "Before you make that final decision, just keep in mind how it's gonna be for the rest of your lives. And just to reinforce the memory I'm gonna make you guys cum again, one at a time. Who wants to be first?"

Next: XXIII Larry's Surprise