Tim's Last Orgasm 25: Preparing For Cancun

A lot of things changed in the Chandler home after little Timothy's arrival. All four members of the family, and Nate when he was there, were deeply involved in the baby's care. He was a healthy baby and was usually good natured, but he had a temper the likes of which Virginia Chandler had never seen before. When he was hungry, or when he decided it was time for a diaper change, he let the entire world know of his desires in no uncertain terms. It was those diaper changes that had a profound effect on Terry.

Baby Tim had only been home from the hospital a little over a week, so naturally he was still tiny, still very detached as a person. Terry was convinced he had seen a smile, but his mother had told him that it was probably only a gas bubble, which was known to cause infants to smile. Still undaunted, Terry had volunteered to give the baby his final diaper change before bed. Terry had no erotic thoughts or desires to see the little boy naked, but he was not oblivious to things around him.

Baby Tim's diaper was absolutely soaked as Terry undid the tapes and pulled the tiny disposable garment off. As he wiped the area with a sterile wash cloth, his attention was drawn to the little boy's tiny penis. The doctor had pressed to have him circumcised while he was in the hospital, but as he had done with his own boys, Barry had refused to even discuss it. "There's lots of time for that when he's old enough to discuss it with his father," Barry had said adamantly. "In the meantime he will remain the perfect little boy that was delivered to us." He had instructed everyone to be sure it was clean, but Terry was having trouble even touching the tiny thing, which seemed to him to be mostly foreskin. Finally steeling himself to the task, he gingerly retracted the skin, exposing the tiny business end of what would some day be the little guy's pride and joy. As he wiped the minuscule wee-wee, Baby Tim giggled.

Terry released his grip as if that tiny thing had suddenly got red hot in his fingers. A smile his mother might possibly explain with her gas theory, but he had heard that giggle as plain as day! He knew what his mother would say: that two week old infants simply do not giggle! But he knew what he'd heard, and no one would ever convince him otherwise. As he stood beside the changing table, eyes glued on those tiny genitals, he thought of himself when he was a baby. He would probably have been two years old or so, but he could very distinctly remember a pleasant tickling sensation when his mother.... or was it his father... cleaned him the way he was cleaning Timmy now.

He thought of how proud and pleased they must have been, having parented two perfectly formed, healthy little boys. How would they feel now, he wondered, with one of them having been mutilated and the other about to do the same thing. Did he have any right to do such a thing? Was his body really his? The law said no, it wasn't his until he was 18. But didn't the US constitution guarantee his right to the pursuit of happiness? And wouldn't he be happier without his penis?

It was easy to rationalize Tim's penectomy from their parents' viewpoint because he was gay and would never use it to procreate anyway. But Terry couldn't make that claim. Didn't he have the responsibility to at least try using it the way he knew his parents were expecting? After that, maybe there would be some justification for lopping it off. He made a mental note to speak to Laura about it, but it would have to be soon. What with work at the store, his increasing responsibility on the school basketball team, homework, and helping out with the baby, Terry and Laura hadn't been having that much time alone lately. But this was important! It was less than a month before they all left for Cancun!

"What in the world are you doing?" Virginia asked as she came into the room. "You've been up here long enough to change fifteen diapers, Terry!"
"I... I guess I was daydreaming," Terry replied. "He's just so... so..."
"Yes, he is, isn't he dear? He's a beautiful baby, and such a happy one!"

Terry called Laura before he went to bed. He wanted desperately to speak to her, but after comparing notes and schedules they discovered that they would not be alone to talk until Saturday after the basketball game. "Is anyone from your family coming to the game?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," he replied. "I think my dad might be coming though. He's real excited about our chances for the city championship, so he's tryin' to make as many games as he can. Nathan will be there if he can. Ever since we beat them out two weeks ago, he has never missed a game."
"How about after?" she asked. "We could go to dinner, then dancing if you think that'd be ok."
"Sounds good," he said nervously. After thinking about it, he had decided to propose to Laura that they find out once and for all whether or not she could ever enjoy sex with him, and there was only one way he knew of to do that. He was very much aware of the four years difference in their ages, which was compounded by the fact that she was legally an adult while he was still a child, but he had to know. This was important and he knew Laura would understand.

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Tim was sitting in his father's office in the computer store, listening to Barry discussing a proposal they had submitted to a small manufacturing firm. If they were successful, they would have to build 50 computers over the next few weeks and install a network at the customer's plant. It would be a stretch to get it done in the timeframe the customer wanted, but it would mean a big boost in their income, which had been sagging since Christmas. Best of all, it would not be a one time deal. As part of the proposal, Tim and Terry had been touted as completely capable of maintaining the network, so consulting fees were ensured for at least a year, and probably longer if they did their job well. Tim listened to his father as he listened on the phone. He had no idea how things were going because all he heard was "uh-huh," and "Yes, sir, I understand that," and other similar responses to a man who obviously liked to hear the sound of his own voice.

"If you'll hold on for a minute or so I'll ask him," Tim heard his father say. "Yes, he's right here. Please hold." Tim could sense what was coming next. He had met this company president, a Mr. Meyers, and he hadn't been impressed. The man was obviously a good businessman, but sadly lacking in the computer skills department yet totally in love with himself. Tim had tried repeatedly to explain what he proposed to do and how it would all fit together, but Meyers had not heard a word he'd been told, preferring to tell over and over of his prowess in the business world. Now it was decision time, and Mr. Meyers still had no concept of what was involved in providing him with the network, the inventory control and accounts receivable systems that he so desperately needed.

But all of the above was not what had got Tim's attention. He knew, above all else, that a contract with Mr. Meyers would mean he'd have to cancel his plans, and more important, the plans of Nate and Terry, for their trip to Cancun. He also knew that he had no right to make a decision like that on his own. Had it been up to Tim, he would have told Mr. Meyers a month ago that he should stick his business where the light doesn't shine, but Barry had told him that business isn't always about dealing with people you like, that this was a very desirable contract and one that they should get if they possibly could. Tim had made a strong commitment to his father when he and his brother were trying to provide a home for a little baby boy that they now all loved as if he were family. He had said he would do whatever he had to do to make Terry's plan work. Still, Tim had personal commitments to three people: his brother Terry, his lover Nate, and his friend Jared were all depending on him to go to Cancun with them for the surgery that would change all their lives. So Tim was totally unprepared for the question his father presented to him. He knew the answer, but he also knew what it meant.

"He wants to know your opinion, Tim," Barry said after he'd pushed the "HOLD" button. "I don't know how you did it, but somewhere during the time that Meyers was extolling his own virtues and telling you how good he is, he heard something from you that impressed him. He wants to know if you think you can have the network up and running by the end of March."
"I know I can," Tim said without hesitation. "But it will mean we'll have to cancel our trip to Cancun, and I can't do that without discussing it with Terry and Nate and Jared. They're really counting on this trip, Dad. And besides, there's the matter of pulling all those cables. Does Mr. Meyers have someone to do that in the next week?"

It wasn't so much what his father said in answer to Tim's question, or even to whom he said it; it was the way in which he said it that shook Tim to his very roots. Barry held up his hand for Tim to be silent, and punched the HOLD button on his phone to reconnect his prospective customer. "Mr. Meyers," he said, "I've just been talking with Tim, and he assures me that he can do everything we've said we can do by the end of March..."
"Yes, sir, I understand that. Yes, Tim is my son and he's only 18, but I assure you, sir, that if Tim Chandler says he can do something, he can do it..."
"Yes, he is a college student, in his first year. Believe me, if I could find someone full time who would be better as a service manager I'd hire him in an instant, but frankly I don't think there is anyone better. Tim and his team will do it! He tells me he is a little unsure about laying and pulling the cables because he's never done it before, but if you want us to do that part as well we'll do it. Of course that will add to the total time because that wasn't in the original estimate...""I understand that, Mr. Meyers. Yes, there's no disputing that any multinational has more depth, more experience, and more manpower. But they don't have any more heart than my son and his crew; no one does. You've met Tim and spoken with him, and you know as well as I do that he would not commit to something he couldn't do. I couldn't install that network in five years! But if Tim says he can do it in five weeks, he can do it!

There was a little more dialogue, some more bantering, and finally Barry hung up. "He'll call back tomorrow with his final decision," he said to Tim. And that's when he noticed that Tim was on the very edge of completely breaking down.

"Did you mean that, Dad?" Tim asked in a breaking, trembling voice. "Did you mean what you just said to Mr. Meyers?"
"Of course I meant it," Barry answered as he got out of his chair and moved quickly around his desk to embrace his son. "I guess I haven't told you enough that I can expect you to believe it, but I have total faith in you, Tim. To my knowledge you have never failed to do anything you set your mind to!"

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"You were brilliant tonight," Laura gushed at her young boy friend. "I've never seen such grace, such control on the basketball court! You know you're gonna be on the late news tonight, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," Terry said. He was blushing, actually embarrassed that Laura was showering him with compliments even though he knew he deserved them. He had played his best game ever, had led his team to a 94-72 victory over their most fierce rivals and had secured a spot in the city finals next week. They had 4 games to play, and if they won at least 3 of them they would be in the State Championships, for the first time in the 30 year history of Midwestern High. Now the cheering was ended, the crowd gone home, and Terry and Laura were sitting in the Blue room, waiting for Robert to come to take their order.

"You were so great on the court tonight," Laura went on, "but now you seem out of sorts, almost nervous. Is there something wrong, Terry? Or perhaps you're still just coming down off the obvious high you were on?"
"Let's just wait till we place our order," Terry answered nervously. "I wanted to talk to you, Laura."

"Terry and Laura!" Robert declared as he brought menus and water. "It's so good to see you again! And Terry, I understand you're something of a hero in High School basketball circles. Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Robert," Terry said sheepishly. Then after checking with Laura, he ordered prime rib for her and a steak for himself, and Robert was gone.

"Ok, Terry, now it's your turn to talk," Laura said impatiently. "You just played a hell of a game, you're the hero of the entire school and you're gonna be on TV tonight, and you're as nervous as a convicted murderer waiting for your sentence. What's going on, Terry?"
"I... well, I wanted to talk to you, Laura," Terry stammered. He was suddenly, for perhaps the first time in his life, tongue-tied.
"I gathered that when you told me you wanted to see me alone the first of the week," Laura said with a smile. "So what's goin' on, jock?"
"What did you call me?" Terry said as he dropped his fork.
"Terry, lighten up! You're a celebrity, man! I'm proud of you! All I meant was..."
"It's ok, Laura, I'm sorry. I guess I got a lot on my mind."
"Then it's time you got it off your mind, Terry. We always knew we'd be under a lot of pressure, you just a kid in High School and me in college. Is that what's bothering you?"
"No, Laura, that's not bothering me. It's just..."
"Come on, Terry," Laura coaxed. "I'm not your mother or your long lost aunt, I'm the girl who I hope you'll spend the rest of your life with. So it's time we learned to open up with each other, ok?"

"To be honest, what I wanted to talk to you about has changed a little since the night I called you," Terry admitted after a little more encouragement. "The truth is..."
"The truth is you're all mixed up," Laura interrupted when Terry again began to stammer and stall. "Why not let's you first start with your original problem, then we'll take..."
"We can't," Terry said. "We gotta start with the later one first."
"Fine, we'll do it that way. But if we don't start somewhere we're not gonna get anywhere. So spill it, Terry! What?"
"We... we can't go to Cancun next month," Terry said. "Dad's landed this really cool contract, but Tim promised he'd have it all done by the end of March, if the rest of the crew would agree. I couldn't do anything about it, Laura! I mean, Tim's ass was really on the line! Dad told him he'd stall the customer so we could go, but Tim said no, that we've got to build a reputation of technical excellence so he'd do it one way or the other. He needs my help, Laura! There's no way I can go to Cancun next month!"

Laura looked directly into Terry's beautiful eyes. She took his hands in hers, both their dinners forgotten. "Of course you can't," she said with a smile. "Terry, you've been bailing your brother out of the predicaments he gets himself into for as long as I've known you both. It's what you do, and perhaps that's why I love you so much. It's beautiful to watch you two, you love each other so much! But Terry, in this particular situation, it's also just so much bullshit! Everything you've just told me is true and valid, but that's not really what's on your mind. You're trying to con me, Terry!"

Terry had been basking in the warm inner glow of Laura's observations about him and his brother, so much so that he was startled back to reality by her last comment. "I dunno what you mean," he defended weakly.
"You know exactly what I mean," Laura accused. "Terry, I was talking to Tim this afternoon. He called to ask my opinion on postponing the trip to Cancun. He told me about the big contract, which incidentally isn't signed yet. He said he wouldn't allow his dad to sign it until he had cleared it with all of us, but Terry, he's not counting on you to help anyway! You've got a city championship to win, and the state championship after that, and your brother is scurrying around right now, as we speak, trying to find a replacement for you. He told me that your basketball career is just as important as his contract. But Terry, that's still not why we're here, is it?"

Terry was fast losing his nerve. There had been times, lots of them, when he had been very aware of the discrepancy in their ages. Laura had been really great, but some of her friends had not been so gracious. He knew Laura didn't care and he didn't either, really, but at his age a 4 year difference was like an eternity! And now he was about to propose something he already knew would be a tough sell even if they were exactly the same age: he wanted to sleep with her, and... and try having sex just once. But how on earth could he propose such a thing?

Terry knew, deep down inside, that if he had himself nullified without at least having tried using his penis for its intended purpose, there would come a time when he would regret it. As for his frequent masturbation activities, well, he wasn't even sure about that any more. He was beginning to realize just how terribly he would miss that delicious feeling; still he knew he would never be fulfilled and at peace until his penis was gone. It was almost funny, he thought as he gazed into Laura's pretty face, the one thing about his body, his entire existence really, that he enjoyed more than any other was the very thing he was determined to eliminate irrevocably!

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After the game, Tim took Nate back to the Seymore home where he knew they would be alone. Valerie had gone to his house to take care of the baby so Virginia could go to the game, and Tim knew even after his parents got home they would sit and talk for hours. "It seems like forever since we've been able to do this," Nate said with a smile as he began peeling clothes.
"It might be a while longer," Tim observed reluctantly. "We've gotta talk, Nate."
"Is something wrong?" Nate asked.
"Not exactly wrong," Tim replied. "There's just some things that have come up, and we need to discuss them."
"You're talking about the contract," Nate stated more than asked. "It's ok, Tim, I know how important it is and you can count on me. Mom told me it could mean the difference between profit and loss for the business this year."
"I appreciate that," Tim said. "I don't know if it's all that important, but it is important. But you don't seem very upset about canceling our trip. Are you thinking of changing your mind?"

Ok, now the cat was out of the bag. Nate had indeed been at least wondering if he'd really thought the whole thing through as carefully as he had first thought. He had pretty well decided it wasn't going to happen in March anyway, but he hadn't planned on discussing it with Tim just yet. He had been more or less hoping that, if the trip were delayed, there would be lots of time to discuss his concerns, or perhaps even settle them in his mind without discussing them at all. He hadn't counted on Tim sensing his concerns, but now it was all on the table, and Tim was still looking him in the eye, expecting an answer.

"I... I dunno, Tim," Nate stammered. "I guess... I mean... you enjoy it so much... my cock I mean...
"Are you saying you don't enjoy what we do?" Tim asked.
"NO!" Nate responded emphatically. "I love everything we do! I dunno, maybe I'm a little afraid if I don't have one..."
"You're afraid I'll lose interest?"
"No, not lose interest exactly. But I know you and Terry... I mean, I know how much you love..."
"You're afraid I can't live without cock, is that it? You think if you lose yours, and Terry either loses his or moves away, gets married or something, that I'll find one some place else? Is that what you're saying, Nate?"

Nate hadn't planned on this development, and he certainly didn't want it. It seemed to him that Tim was starting to get angry, and he had to admit that what he had just said sounded an awful lot like he was saying he didn't trust him. He wanted with every ounce of strength in his body to drop the conversation right now and pretend it had never happened, but he knew he couldn't. He knew now that he had to follow it through to a logical conclusion, whatever that conclusion might be. "I trust you, Tim," he said. He was fighting tears now. "I know you'll always love me, but I don't want you to be any more frustrated than you already are. I want you to be totally happy, and I just don't know if you can be, if I lose..."

"Tell ya what," Tim said. "I'll make a proposition. Starting right now I won't touch Terry's cock at all. I'll even stay away from yours if that's what it's gonna take to prove to you that all I need is you, cock or no cock. Maybe it's best that we don't go next week. It'll give us time to make sure we're doing the right thing."
"So that means... you're not gonna make me cum any more?" Nate inquired as he guided Tim's hand to his waiting member. "I don't know, Tim... I don't think that's gonna prove anything. It'll just frustrate the both of us..."
"That's what you're facing anyway, Nate," Tim reminded him. "If you get it cut off you're never gonna cum again, no matter how hard I try, or anyone else for that matter.
"It's not the same, Tim! If it isn't there, we don't have a choice. But as long as it's there I don't think I can leave it alone, any more than you could before you had your surgery. An' that goes for Terry too. It's not like you guys are at it all the time, but I understand what you're doing and why. Please don't be mad, Tim! I'm just trying to be honest with you. You've said from the beginning that you wanted me to be absolutely sure."
"And I meant it too," Tim answered, softening his attitude a little. He was standing, facing his handsome lover who was wearing only his pure white briefs. Tim's left hand was still where Nate had placed it, holding a handful of very delicious 16 year old genitals. Nate's fluorescent blue eyes were shining as bright as Tim had ever seen them, but he knew that was partly due to the fact that he was very close to tears. "We'll deal with it," Tim whispered. "Let's go to bed."

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Of the five people who were planning to go to Cancun, including 3 surgery candidates, only Jared seemed completely ready and committed. Tim had called him and explained the problem, and even though he was disappointed he saw opportunity in disaster. "Can I help?" he asked. "I don't have any experience doing much of anything, but I'm sure I can assemble computers, if someone will give me a little coaching."
"We'll have to put you on the payroll," Tim said. "It won't be much, but for legal and insurance reasons you'll have to be an employee."
"All the better," Jared exclaimed enthusiastically. "Imagine, me an employee! My dad's gonna have a stroke!"
"I take it you and he still aren't getting along that well?" Tim inquired.
"He's trying," Jared admitted. "He's got a long way to go before I consider myself emancipated, but he's trying."

"You know you could go anyway," Tim pointed out. "You're 18 now, so Dr. Smith won't have any problems, and God knows you've got enough money."
"I can wait," Jared said. "I didn't expect it to happen this soon anyway, so I'm ok with waiting till summer. I'd rather not, but it'll be worth the wait going with you guys."

Now Jared was sitting at his desk, doing a little homework, but that's not where his mind was. He had begun thinking lately that perhaps he should have at least one sexual experience before he nullified himself forever; but with whom? When he thought about it he realized that he would welcome any of his new friends in his bed: Tim and his brother were really hot, as was Nathan. And Laura was out of this world! The only problem was, they were all committed and Jared doubted that any of them would be interested. Then there was Don, the chauffeur. He was a little on the old side, but Jared knew something about Don that no one else knew: that Don had been attracted to his boss' son for years! Unfortunately Jared knew that any sexual activity between him and one of his father's employees, if discovered, would doom that employee to unemployment, if not worse!

That's when Jared got an idea. He had his own car now, but he hadn't used it that much except to go to school and to visit Tim at his home. Tonight he would use it. Tonight he would go downtown, and there he would find someone willing to do some experimentation. The beauty of his plan was, no one would know! No one!

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When the 11 PM news came on, Terry and Laura were still in the Blue Room, still conversing. They had eaten their meal, then followed up with dessert, and still Terry hadn't told Laura why they were here. There was a large TV by the bar, and when the sports report came on Robert turned up the volume so everyone in the restaurant could hear. There were all the professional scores and reports, followed by the college reports, and then the reporter made a comment that caught Terry's attention. He didn't remember exactly what the man had said, but when he heard "Midwestern High," he was all ears.

"Midwestern is going to the City Championships this year, for the first time in their history," the reporter said. "Their secret weapon is a 14 year old sophomore who has inspired the whole team to perform like Olympic champions. This young fireball can do it all: He can shoot like a pro, he jumps like a kangaroo and then dunks that ball like Jordan, and he can steal the ball from all but the very best of opponents. He is the shortest and youngest player on the team, but he is also their best." Then to Terry's astonishment, and Laura's pride, they showed some of Terry's best plays from the game he had played only hours before. "That's you, Fireball!" Laura exclaimed; but she could have saved her breath because Robert had already announced to the entire restaurant that the young high school fireball was right here with them. Terry was truly mortified as he was forced to stand and acknowledge the applause. At the same time he was feeling an elation he had never felt before. He'd never had illusions of grandeur, never even dreamed he'd be on a winning team, much less considered the spark plug that would drive that team to the championship. But now, with that short three minute report on the local news, his attitude had changed. He would go all the way! He had a great girl friend, super brother and supportive parents. His best friend, who also happened to be his brother's lover, was behind him all the way in spite of the fact that he had been on an opposing team, a team which Terry and his team had eliminated two weeks ago. He also seemed to have more natural ability than he'd realized, so he had it all! "We're gonna take the State championship," he announced to Laura.

After things had settled down and the happy couple had left the restaurant, Terry was feeling a lot more confident, and he decided to go for it. "Are your parents away this weekend?" he asked as they settled in the car.
"You know they are," Laura replied. "They're away every weekend, playing Bridge tournaments. Why, do you want to come over for a while?"
"Yeah," Terry answered hoarsely. "Can we?"
"It's getting late, Terry."
"I'll call home from your house. Mom and Dad won't mind."

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When they finally went to bed, Tim and Nate made love, and they did it more passionately than they had ever done before. Gone were the inhibitions, the fear that Tim might become addicted to that part of his lover that he didn't have. It was too late; he was already addicted to it! He was addicted to every part of Nate's body, as was Nate with Tim's. Nate had anointed the back of Tim's throat three times with his ample loads before they even thought of stopping for a breath. Some time during their passion they had heard a car arrive and the back door open and close. After that they were quieter, but they didn't slow down. This was the closest they had ever come to having a fight, and it had frightened both of them. They didn't want to fight, they wanted to love! "We'll talk about this," Tim promised, "but in the meantime, as long as you've got a cock it's mine, and don't you forget it!"

"I just don't ever want to take the chance of losing you," Nate said as he held his lover.
"Just try and get rid of me," Tim whispered back. "Like you told me that first night we were together, I love YOU, Nathan Seymore! Yes, I love your cock, but it's not you. I'll love you just as much whether it's gone or not. There's a lot to consider here, Nate, but losing me is not a concern."

Nate squeezed Tim even closer, and then they both fell asleep. Two hours later Valerie opened the door quietly to check on them. She found precisely what she'd expected to find: Two teenagers, sound asleep, their naked bodies entangled and intertwined incredibly. To her they looked like the little boys they would never be again, but both still were inside, so she did what any mother would do. She kissed them both and pulled a blanket over them, then went to bed. If she had looked a little more closely, if the light had been on, or if Tim's body had been in a slightly different position, she would have seen very clearly the vacancy in Tim's crotch; fortunately she was so captivated by their pretty faces she saw little else.

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Jared sat on the edge of the bed in the cheap motel room he'd rented. With him was a cute 19 year old he'd picked up in "that" part of town. The boy said his name was Ronnie, and that for $200 he would spend the night and do anything Jared's horny heart desired. Jared had been attracted to Ronnie because he appeared relatively clean, but perhaps more important, he was friendly. It was very obvious to Jared that this kid hadn't spent as much time on the streets as most of his colleagues, who appeared hard and indifferent. This kid seemed genuinely interested in giving his client a good time and having one himself.

"How'd you get into this business?" Jared asked idly as they both sipped on a coke.
"What difference does it make?" Ronnie said indifferently. "I know I can make you glad you did this, but I gotta have the money up front."
"I'll pay you," Jared assured him. When Ronnie insisted, Jared pulled out his wallet and counted out ten 20's. There were only two left, and Jared made sure the boy saw clearly that there were no credit cards or other valuables. Jared wasn't stupid, by any stretch of the imagination. There was over $1,000 wadded up and stashed under the carpet in the trunk of his car, and his three credit cards were similarly hidden where he thought they were safe in the cushions of the driver's seat.

"I thought we came here to get it on," Ronnie said after he had pocketed the money.
"We'll get there," Jared answered. "I've paid you for the night, so what difference does it make? I just thought I'd like to get to know you before we have sex. I've never done this before, you know."
"You've never done what?" Ronnie said with some surprise.
"I've never had sex," Jared replied.
"Never? Get outta here! A nice lookin' guy like you, lots of money, a brand new car, and you're gonna tell me you've never had sex? What d'ya think I am, some kinda dunce?"
"I'm telling you, you'll be my first. My very first!" Jared insisted.

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Nate suddenly found himself awake, some time in the middle of the night. He had no idea what time it was, nor why he was awake. He felt the warmth of Tim beside him, and he reveled in that warmth, that security. He thought of what had happened earlier, and how great it had been. He thought of the boy sleeping next to him, and how incredibly wonderful it was to be so close to someone he loved so much. Then he thought of the argument they'd had, and how traumatized he had been at the very thought of being at odds to his hero, his love, his very reason for living. He thought of what they had been discussing, his penectomy, and he realized that in spite of all he had said, all he had professed, he didn't want it! But he also realized that he had to do it, for his lover. He knew now that this was the way that he would prove, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he was totally committed to Tim, his lover. And now he knew he had to do it, no matter if he wanted to or not, he had to!

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Coach Masterson had settled himself in front of the TV, beer in hand, to watch the evening news. It just didn't get any better than this! He had a winning team at last, and it couldn't possibly have come at a better time! No one at the school knew it yet, but Coach Masterson had been negotiating for the past two months with a college. If his team won the State championship this year, he'd get the job for sure. He wouldn't be head coach, but it was a start. It was a way to get out of the public school rat race and into potentially big money if he played it right. Tonight, he was going to be on the sports spotlight, and he knew the college guys, his new employers, would be watching.

He was on his fourth beer by the time the High School sports report came on. He grinned and chuckled to himself as the report came on, showing the Chandler kid jump at least five feet in the air and dunk the ball easily. Then the commentary began, and Coach Masterson's wide grin began to fade. They went on and on about the "young fireball," as they called him, and how he would lead his team into the playoffs for the first time, and might very well go all the way.

By the end of the report, Coach Masterson was seething. He was absolutely furious! That snot-nosed little fuck! he exclaimed out loud. The report had shown Terry making jump shots, free throws, executing perfect turnovers, receiving incredibly difficult passes with ease, and making his way through unbelievable traffic to score an unlikely goal. They had interviewed the young shit, who had appeared humble, almost embarrassed to be in the spotlight. He hadn't said much, but what he did say was almost childish as he blushed at the camera and explained that he just plain loved the game and was proud to be a part of a great team. During the entire report the name Masterson was never even mentioned! Not even once! They had interviewed the coach on camera after the game, but the interview had not made it to the on-air report. It was as if he didn't even exist! Instead, the report had concentrated on Terry Chandler, and how he was not only an outstanding athlete and a great basketball player, but a straight-A student as well.

I'll show you, Masterson hissed angrily at the TV. You've made your last basket on my team, you conceited little mother fucker! You'll be warming the bench for the rest of this season! They'll see that it isn't you, it's the team! You're not gonna steal my spotlight and get away with it! Irrational? Of course. Unreasonable? Certainly. But in Coach Masterson's mind, he needed all the publicity, all the public praise he could get. In his angry head the reporters had as much as said that Terry Chandler could be placed in the middle of any team, no matter how bad, and win games. He seemed suddenly to forget that it was he, the coach, who had told his team countless times to get the ball to Chandler. It had completely slipped his mind that he was the one who played the Chandler kid every game, all game, without a break, until Terry was ready to drop from exhaustion. All that information was available to the angry coach, but he ignored or forgot it and vowed to keep a spot on the bench warm for the rest of the season with Terry Chandlers' adorable little butt.

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It didn't take Terry and Laura long to get naked once they were in Laura's bedroom. They had stopped in the kitchen to get a bottle of coke each, then turned out the lights and headed upstairs as soon as Terry had called home. As they had done a few times before, they undressed each other, but it wasn't the slow, almost worshipful process that they usually did. Laura sensed an urgency in Terry that she didn't understand, but it had been a pretty hectic day for him and she thought it only right that she make allowances. He had another game Sunday afternoon, so they had limited time since it was already late.

"It just occurred to me, we've never done this since you had your circumcision," Laura commented as they crawled into her bed and she began running her hands all over his lithe muscular young body. "It looks so different," she continued. "Does it feel any different?"
"Uh-huh," Terry answered as he felt Laura's hand close on the object of their conversation. "It's a lot more sensitive, actually it's become a bit of a problem ‘cause it's always gettin' hard just from me moving around. I'm always hard on the ball court."
"The way you move around on that court, it's a wonder you don't shake it clean off," Laura giggled.

"Laura, I... I been thinking..." Terry stammered nervously.
"Am I finally gonna find out what's been bothering you all week?" she said, trying to hide her impatience.
"Yeah," Terry answered huskily. "You're right, Laura, there's no way you can deal with it if I don't tell you, so I'm just gonna lay it all out. Please promise you won't get mad?"
"I won't get mad, and I won't laugh, Terry," she said. "The only thing that's gonna make me mad is if you don't tell me pretty soon. The curiosity is driving me nuts! Just tell me, ok?"

"I... I been thinking, Laura," Terry began again. He was desperately searching for the right words, but there were no right words for what he had to say. "I... I mean, I guess it's not so urgent now that we're not going to Cancun this spring, but I thought... like... Unhh... before I have that penectomy, maybe we should try... I mean, if you want to..."
"You want us to have intercourse, is that what you've been trying to say?
"Only if you want to, Laura. I mean, I just wanted to make sure before I have it off... I mean, we'd both be real sorry if you found out you really did like it, but I had no penis..."
"And how would I find that out, Terry?" Laura demanded. "I don't plan on ever getting naked with anyone but you. But if you're saying you've changed your mind and think you want a relationship that includes... well, THAT kind of sex..."
"I'm not sayin' I WANT it, Laura," Terry defended. "I just think maybe we should try it before we make any decisions that make it impossible."
"Terry, I told you from the start if that's what you want, I'm willing to try. I won't make any promises, but I'll try. You want to do it now, right?"

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Jared was pleasantly surprised when he and Ronnie were naked. Ronnie was well built, clean, and loved to be touched. Jared ran his hands over the young hustler's naked body, causing Ronnie to shudder and moan. Ronnie reciprocated, then caused Jared to gasp loudly when he took his client's complete package in his hands: cock in the right, balls in the left. Jared could not remember the last time he had ever been touched there by another human being, but he knew it had to have been when he was a very small boy, probably still in diapers. Following Ronnie's lead, he gingerly grasped the large drooling cock that was only inches away from him. Something akin to an electric shock passed through his body as he explored with his fingers.

"So, you want to just stand here and feel each other up all night, or do ya want to get on the bed so I can show you a REAL good time?" Ronnie said when Jared made no effort to move.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Jared asked nervously.
"Well, I could give you a blow job, or... or you can fuck me long as you don't mind wearin' a condom. Or you could do any of those things for me if you'd rather."
"I dunno," Jared said doubtfully. "You're the expert here. What would you recommend?"

"Just follow my lead," Ronnie whispered as he pushed his customer gently backwards until Jared felt the backs of his legs encounter the side of the bed. Ronnie kept pushing, ever so slowly and gently, until Jared lost his balance and fell backwards. He was almost in a trance as his paid lover arranged their two bodies side by side on the bed, then began nuzzling his neck, sucking and licking his nipples, swirling his tongue in his navel, all the time his left hand was fingering, exploring, stroking Jared's anxious genitals. When Ronnie began to work his mouth lower until it was nuzzling his pubic hair, Jared knew what was coming. He sat bolt upright in the bed. "This isn't right," he exclaimed.
"What the hell do ya mean?" Ronnie demanded. "What'd I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, Ronnie," Jared said as he started to get up. "I'm the one who did something wrong. I should never have brought you here!"
"Well we're here now, and I don't give refunds," Ronnie said angrily. "You might as well stay and get your money's worth. I promise you, ya won't be sorry."

"Keep the money," Jared said as he started to get dressed. "The room's paid for, so you might as well keep that for the night as well. I've gotta go."
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid!" Ronnie snarled. He was getting angry now, thinking that he'd done something wrong and not knowing what it could be. If Jared had been a little more street smart he would have realized Ronnie was as nervous and unsure of himself as was his customer. As it was he simply didn't understand why anyone in Ronnie's position would get pissed off at what amounted to a $200 gift and a free night in a motel room. "I said I'm going!" Jared repeated as he slipped his feet into his shoes. Then without waiting for any more dialogue, he was out the door and in his car. Before Ronnie had a chance to get into his clothes, Jared was headed for home, relieved that he'd got out of the situation with only some angry words. Maybe I'll jerk off when I get home, he said to himself as he drove. I guess maybe I should walk before I try to run. He didn't do anything that night. He had been far more traumatized than he'd realized, so after a long hot shower he slipped into bed, still naked and flaccid, and fell asleep.

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"You'd better get up, fireball," Barry called to his son. "If you don't hurry you're gonna be late for your game today."
"I'm comin', Dad," Terry said sleepily as he stretched his lithe, lanky naked frame in his bed. He had arrived home at a time ordinarily unheard of for a 14 year old: almost 3 AM! He and Laura had really got intense the night before, each of them having had an orgasm before it was over. It was the first time either of them had had an orgasm while they were together, and even though she hadn't say anything, Terry knew she wasn't terribly enamored with the mess he'd made in her bed. Nevertheless Laura had given her consent to make a stab (pardon the pun) at vaginal sex, and Terry had positioned himself between her legs, ready to take the plunge.

Unfortunately it is very difficult for a person, while lying naked in a bed with another naked person, bodies touching, to hide one's true feelings. Terry had felt Laura's body tense when he announced his intentions, and even though she had consented, that tension never left her beautiful body. It had occurred to her that she was 18 now, an adult, and could be charged with molesting a child for having sex with 14 year old Terry, but she said nothing because she trusted him. She knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he would never do such a thing. She found great comfort in the absolute trust they shared; still, knowing that her innards were about to be invaded, she could not relax.

Knowing that Laura was very tense, Terry had determined to be as gentle as he could. She was willing, albeit extremely apprehensive, so the least he could do was to hurt her as little as possible. When he produced the condom he'd brought for the occasion, Laura took it from him without saying a word and unwrapped it. She slowly, methodically, deliberately unrolled it on Terry's waiting cock. He had never before in his life had a condom on his member.

The condom that was now in place was pre-lubricated, but that wasn't enough for Terry. He was fully appreciative of the sacrifice Laura was making for him, and he was going to do everything in his power to make it good for her, if humanly possible. So he squeezed an ample dose of K-Y jelly into his palm and applied it to his rubber-encased penis, then lowered himself gently until his lips met hers. "We don't have to do this," he whispered. "I just thought..."
"Yes we do," Laura whispered back. "You have doubts, and I want no doubts in our relationship. And I might be pleasantly surprised." Laura was absolutely astounded at the maturity, the unselfishness, the concern that she saw in her 14 year old lover. She knew, just from having shared classes with them, that there were few if any of her peers, her classmates, who would have shown the same concern for her comfort and well being.

Everything was ready; everything that is except Terry. The end of his penis was less than an inch from the opening that he knew would receive willingly all he had to give, but it wasn't right. He could still feel the tension in Laura's body, could see the apprehension in her eyes, and he couldn't do it. Terry Chandler, 14 year old fireball, spark plug of his basketball team, cutest kid by far at Midwestern High, could not stick his cock into the willing vagina of the woman he loved more than anything else on the face of the earth! "It's no good," he said as he lifted himself. "Unless you can tell me you want to, I can't do it."

They had made passionate love after he had ripped the condom off and tossed it on the floor. They had done the things that they both loved and were both comfortable with. Terry was the first to climax when Laura had manipulated and fondled him a little too much. His ample ejaculation had triggered Laura's first ever orgasm, and it was so intense Terry was concerned that she might not fully recover. She did, and her love for her young lover was more intense than ever. She was careful, however, because she didn't want that thing squirting her again. "We'd better get you home," she whispered as she realized that they were almost falling asleep. "You've got a basketball game to win in a few hours."

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Terry got out of bed and stretched, then headed for the shower. He regarded his naked body in the full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom door, and he admired himself. You're not much of a sex animal, he said to himself, but you sure got a great body! Terry wasn't the least conceited, but he had eyes, and his eyes told him that any 14 year old would be proud to have a body like his. He had worked hard since he was 10 years old to keep himself fit, and the mirror attested to the success of his efforts. He also knew without any doubt that he was a force to be reckoned with on the basketball court, as he was about to demonstrate that force again. He said a quick prayer of thanks for his health, his family and his security, then he took one more look and turned on the shower.

When Terry entered the gym where the first of his four championship games was to be played he was followed by what could only be called an entourage. His father was carrying his gear bag, walking side by side with his mother. Tim and Nate were behind them, and Valerie and Jared were behind them. Laura, of course, was walking with Terry, holding his hand tightly. They had hired a baby sitter, the first time they had even considered such a thing, for Baby Tim. "I guess I'll see y'all after the game," Terry said self consciously as they found the locker room. It was obvious that he was not used to being in the limelight.

When the game began, Terry was not in the starting lineup. Tim immediately sensed something was wrong. He knew, as did everyone who had any connection with Midwestern High, that Coach Masterson always led with his best shot. Had Terry got sick? No, there he was on the bench, looking as chipper as ever. Had he come down with a bad case of nerves? Impossible! Terry loved basketball as much as he loved breathing. In a game, any game, Terry was oblivious to all around him including a gym full of screaming fans. And besides, there he was on the bench, cheering and encouraging his team just like all the others.

By half time Midwestern was down 18 points, and the crowd was starting to get on the coach. Some were even chanting when the second half started: "Chandler! Chandler!" they kept yelling, but still Terry sat on the bench. It was beginning to look as if Terry had indeed won all those other games singlehandedly, which of course wasn't true. What was true though, was that the entire team seemed demoralized and out of sorts. They were missing shots and passes they shouldn't have, giving up possession of the ball frequently; in their frustration their opponents were drawing fouls that Midwestern could ill afford. Barry even noticed his son on two different occasions, during time out's, trying to say something to his teammates, only to be told very harshly by the coach to shut up and sit down. "What the holy hell..." Barry exclaimed loudly.

After the game, which Midwestern lost by 27 points, the team seemed to be in the locker room an extra long time. Tim knew that Masterson would be giving the team supreme hell, and none too kindly at that. "What happened to Terry?" some of Terry's friends from school asked him.
"I wish I knew," Tim answered. "All we know is what everybody else knows, that he spent the entire game on the bench." Before they had time to discuss it further, Terry appeared. He didn't have to tell them what had happened, it was written on his face.

"What's wrong?" everyone asked at once. "Did you get sick or something?"
"I have no idea," Terry replied wistfully. "All I know for sure is my basketball days are over."
"Over?" Barry echoed incredulously. "Did you piss off the coach or something?"
"You might say that," Terry answered. "I'm still real confused about exactly what happened. I just asked him why I was on the bench and he said it was time I realized I wasn't a one man team. Then I told him that things were really getting hot at the computer store, and that if I wasn't going to play I'd be more useful there. And that's when he told me to turn in my jersey, that I'm off the team."

"We'll see about that," Barry said as he started for the locker room.
"Please don't, Dad," Terry pleaded. "I gotta work this out on my own."
"I know how teachers and coaches can be sometimes," Barry insisted. "They just have to be reminded once in a while that they're supposed to be serving the kids, not picking on them."
"Please don't," Terry repeated. "You don't know Masterson. It'll be hard on the whole team if you go in there, especially in front of all the other guys."

Before they had time to discuss it further, the locker room door opened and five more of the team emerged. "We quit," one of them said to Terry. "We told him if you're off the team so are we, and Masterson said fine, go. What the hell did you do to him anyway, Terry?"
"I have no earthly idea," Terry said. "All's I know is he hardly spoke to me all afternoon, except to tell me to get my ass back on the bench every time I got up. But you guys have to go back, Jake. With you five gone, the team doesn't have a chance in the playoffs."
"We don't have a chance anyway now," Jake returned. "We all got on Coach and asked him why he had benched you, but he just got real mad and started screaming at us. We're not goin' back, Terry, unless you go with us."
"I can't go back," Terry pointed out. "You heard him, he kicked me off the team."
"Maybe if you apologized?"
"I'd be glad to, if I knew what I'd done."

Terry left the gym, none the wiser about what he had done to so enrage his coach. Masterson had never been the kind of coach whom all his boys adored and looked up to, but Tim had never seen him like this before. When he got Terry alone he asked if there was something they should be discussing, but Terry insisted again that he was as much in the dark as anyone else. Coach Masterson had to forfeit the remaining games, and basketball season was over for Midwestern High.

Monday turned out to be another eventful day in the lives of 4 boys and one girl. "Don't forget we've got a meeting with Meyers this afternoon," Barry reminded Tim as they ate breakfast. "You might as well go right to the plant from your last class. I'll probably already be there."
"Do I have to?" Tim whined. "I hate that man!"
"I'm not too crazy about him myself," Barry agreed, "but he wants you there to show him where you propose to run the cables. I'm hoping to get that contract signed today so we can get started. Terry, you can take Laura and Jared in this afternoon and begin training them on building the PC's, ok?"
"Yes, sir," Terry said gloomily. "I guess you can count on me full time now that I don't have any games during the break."
"I'm not done with that coach of yours yet," Barry said firmly. "But I don't think there's anything I can do right now."

Life for Terry Chandler didn't get any easier when he appeared on the campus of Midwestern High Monday morning. Everyone had assumed the worst: that he had somehow really messed up and pissed off the coach so bad that there was no way they could continue. Fortunately Terry was a popular, outgoing sort with lots of friends, who were quick to come to his rescue. Just the same it was far from the best day in his life. What should have been a hero's welcome after Saturday's game was well overshadowed by Sunday's disaster, and Terry had to be satisfied with cold indifference, which was little different from what he'd experienced when he first showed up here almost two years ago, a very small boy who looked anything but a high school student.

As he sat in his various classes, Terry reflected on precisely what had happened. He still had no idea what had set off his coach so violently, and he was rapidly getting to the point where he didn't care. What he did care, though, was the second most important thing in his life, his penectomy, wasn't going to happen either. But as he thought about it, in spite of the pulsing bulge in his pants, he began to wonder why such a radical thing was so urgent to him anyway. Perhaps it was best that the trip had been postponed. It would give Terry a much needed chance to reconsider the whole thing.

He managed to duck all his friends during lunch and made his way to the one boys' washroom in the school with doors on the stalls. There he finally gained some relief. He took his newly circumcised prick in his hand and he stroked it to one of the best orgasms he'd had in a long time. As he shot his ample load into the toilet bowl, it suddenly occurred to him that he was every bit as addicted to his gorgeous cock as his brother had ever been to his. No matter what the situation, it seemed, a good session of self manipulation seemed to settle his nerves. Between now and summer when they all went to Cancun, Terry and Tim were going to have to talk.

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"I'm going to need a performance bond," Meyers stated after he, Tim and Barry had walked the plant. Tim had identified existing cable runs where he could easily lay his cables, but he had also noticed that there were high voltage lines in some places and expressed some concern about interference. Mr. Meyers had pooh-pooh'd the idea, saying he'd never heard of such a thing. Still Tim was adamant that they might experience trouble. Now back in his office, Mr. Meyers was being his usual stubborn self.

"I don't see how we can do that on short notice," Barry objected. "There would have to be exceptions where Tim is concerned about those high tension lines, and we haven't even begun discussing what software you want and who's going to install it."
"I assumed you and your crew of school boys would be doing that," Meyers said condescendingly. "This is a turnkey system, isn't it?"
"What we originally discussed was a turnkey network," Barry reminded him. "Originally there was no discussion of either cabling or application software. I suggest we go ahead and get started on what we've already agreed to, then we can negotiate the additions."
"There's no need for any more negotiations," Meyers insisted. "As far as I'm concerned I have a proposal in front of me, and that's for everything!"

Barry looked at Tim, who was looking back at him expectantly. "I think we're done here, son," he said as they both rose.
"When are you starting?" Meyers demanded.
"We're not," Barry answered. "I don't think it would be in the best interests of Chandler Computers to do business with you, Mr. Meyers. My staff were all planning a trip during the Spring Break, and they've canceled their plans for your system. But since you regard them as mere school boys, and are not making any effort to complete negotiations so we can get started, I see little chance that we can even get started on the project before they're going to have to go back to school. We're in a no-win situation here, and I will not subject my company to such a thing. Thank you for your time, Mr. Meyers. I'll have a letter hand delivered to you tomorrow withdrawing our proposal."

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"Are you sure that was wise, Dad?" Tim asked when they were in the parking lot. "Mr. Meyers looked awful mad."
"Actually I'm pretty sure it wasn't wise at all," Barry said with a grin. "But you've got to admit it felt awful good. As far as I'm concerned that's one of the benefits of owning my own business: I don't have to take shit off anyone!"
"But, you said... and all those computers we've already built..."
"I know, I said we really needed that income, and we do. But we'll get it. Business in the store is starting to pick up, and I'm sure we can sell 20 or 25 computers already built pretty quickly. I'm thinking maybe we've expanded our horizons a little too quickly. Perhaps we should just concentrate on the consumer market for a while. In the meantime, you and the others can go ahead and take your trip to Cancun. You haven't canceled your reservations yet, have you?"

Tim had indeed not canceled any reservations. He had planned on doing it in the next day or so, but now... His mind was whirring as he followed his dad's car back to the computer store. He knew that both Terry and Nate had been having second thoughts. How on earth was he going to get everything cranked up again without appearing to be applying pressure? And now, facing the certainty of the trip, Tim wasn't even sure what he wanted. There were indications, however. The throbbing, almost aching phantom erection in his groin was ample evidence that there was at least one part of Tim that knew exactly what it wanted.

Next: XXVI: Back To Cancun